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hyperfixat · 6 months

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day 14 of ai less whumptober: No Anesthesia

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The sound of one of your joints popping and the breaking of a bone are terribly similar. Too similar, in fact. The brothers have broken many bones in their infinite time.

The first snap, crackle, pop of your joints had made everyone in the room freeze. Leviathan, in the middle of talking about some new limited Ruri-chan figure, stopped. All seven pairs of eyes stare at you in horror.

Did the human die? Are they broken? Fragile thing, what would Lord Diavolo say?

You freeze as well, hands intertwined and held above your head.

Lucifer seems to have gotten even paler than his usual pale-ness. Mammon’s gaze catches yours and is filled with absolute horror, and Asmo. Asmodeus looks on the verge of illness, eyes wide and face sickly gray.

“Ohmygod,” Levi breathes out in absolute shock.

“What’s wrong?” You’re a little nervous at their odd behavior, and as to what happened to make their moods flip so suddenly.

“Are you okay?” Satan is on his feet, walking over to you, attempting to inspect you for any injuries. Mammon flies to his feet as well.

“Hey, hey hands to yourself! The Great Mammon can do that.” He pushes Satan aside without any real force. Together their hands and eyes cover you, like a TSA pat down.

“Does anything hurt?” Lucifer asks while you’re nearly being groped.

“No?” Confusion fills your voice.

A worried whimper comes out of Beel and he turns to Belphie, “so bad it’s numb.” You think you hear him say.

“Nothing seems broken,” Satan says, he’s squatting down to check your legs and feet. He lifts himself to standing. His eyes are somber as he gently takes hold of your shoulders. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Mammon shifts on his feet behind you, hand brushing over your shoulder blades, where you popped.

“Yeah? I was just stretching…”

Asmo inches over to you, crawling on the floor slowly like you’re a landmine that could detonate at any second.

“You cracked.” It’s an accusation. Lucifer near glowers at you.

“It happens.” You shrug.

“No it doesn’t,” Lucifer glares this time.

“Maybe not to you, but it’s normal,” you side eye him.

A hand on the hem of your pants. Asmo looks up at you, horror still plastered on his face.

Dramatic.

You pat his head and some color returns to his face.

“What happened then?” Belphegor challenges you.

“I cracked my back.”

“How?” Mammon’s jaw drops. “That’s horrible.”

“It feels good.” You defend. “You guys can’t crack things?”

“No!” Asmo cries out. “That sounded horrendous.”

“Oh.”

It’s confusing, demons and angels don’t make sounds like that. No one hasn’t let themself grow used to the noise, they’ll never let themselves. Because the haunting what if? will never leave.

Eyes always fly to you the second one of your bones shift; it’s sweet they care, but they’re worried over nothing! You’ve never broken a bone, ever.

You jinxed yourself.

Today you broke a bone. Well, you’re pretty sure you’ve at least done something you shouldn’t have to your bone. The splintered edge of the bone sticks out gruesomely from your forearm. Yeah, that’s not normal.

Blood drips onto the bathroom floor and you don’t know why you aren’t crying right now. The demon had handled you too roughly. Shoved you out of the way too hard and you hit the air dryer bolted into the wall then this happened.

They had looked at you with a mixture of shock and fear as the sickening crunch of your arm registered, and the coppery scent of blood began filling the air. Panic took over the stranger and they ran out of the bathroom, leaving you to sit on the floor and stare in shock at your horrible looking arm.

Your stomach churns and you look towards the ceiling and blink to try and clear your mind.

The demon fled the second his actions dawned upon them, fleeing the scene of the crime. Smart fella.

The scent of blood permeates the air and you know you won’t be alone for long. A hungry demon is bound to find you the way you are just bleeding.

And just as the thought hits you, the bathroom door flies open and Asmo is rushing towards you. Concern and panic lace his features as he places a gentle hand on your injured arm. You wince.

“Sorry, dear, but I need to get this tied off.” His voice is sweet and your head rolls to the side as you relax, because your Asmo is here. Things’ll be alright now. Mammon stands anxiously behind him, avoiding looking at your wound.

The bathroom door has swung closed again and you relish in the privacy of having you Asmo and Mammon take care of you.

“Oh, who did this, MC?” Asmo keeps the lilt in his voice, although it is strained. “Hmm? Who would hurt you?” Golden eyes attempting to meet yours.

You crane your head further back to avoid the lure of Asmodeus’ eyes, “it was an accident.”

There’s a tug at the junction of your elbow.

He makes a displeased hum, “Mammon, fetch Satan for me, he’ll know how to fix this better than me. Oh, Barbatos too if you happen across him.”

Mammon gives your uninjured arm a pat and follows orders.

“Alright sweetheart,” Asmo kisses your cheek, “this might hurt a bit. I’m gonna have a little bit of help to fix your arm up. You’re in good hands, doll.”

You hear ripping fabric then have to hold back a scream as Asmo begins to wrap the exposed gore.

“I know,” he sighs sympathetically. “I know.” He keeps it tight on your arm and you take some deep breaths.

The door swings back open and Satan and Mammon come in, Barbatos in tow. Satan’s face twists into a grimace as the scent registers. The two that Mammon fetched kneel at your sides adjacent to Asmo, Barbatos tears his white gloves off and takes hold of your upper arm, applying firm pressure.

“Fuck,” Satan hisses out, fidiling with his pockets. He pulls out something silver and metallic and you wince and turn away.

When you do so you bump your face into Mammon’s chest, where he’d taken to holding you steady.

You do your best to keep quiet when you feel them begin to work on your arm, but you can’t help a pained, breathless moan.

“Sorry, your pain cannot be helped,” Barbatos puts his bare hand on your knee and attempts to give it a comforting squeeze. It doesn’t do much, but you're grateful.

You feel sharpness cutting away at flesh and muscle. Your eyes bulge and you grip Mammon’s forearm with all the strength you can muster.

Fuck, it hurts so bad, it’s all you can do not to scream or passout.

“Shh,” Asmo soothes, you peek an eye open and glare at him.

“I can’t,” you stutter out.

“Yes you can, I’m almost done.” Satan says, voice plain.

You feel Barbatos stand and walk to the dryer you were shoved into. Peeking out the corner of your eye you see him crouch and investigate. His bloodied white glove runs through the half dried viscera painting the floor. You’re torn away from watching him when a new pain rocks through your nerves.

A sharp crunch resonates through your body as Asmodeus and Satan shove your bone back into place. You let out a hoarse squeal and there’s a fresh round of hushing from Asmo and Mammon. Your breaths come in wheezing bursts and Barbatos comes to kneel a bit in front of you.

“I trust these three with fixing you up for now. I must report this to the Young Master.” Barbatos gives a sympathetic smile and stands to leave. “I will tend to you at a later point, MC.”

A sharp, pointed pain in, and a sharp pain out. Steeling your nerves you peek at your newly shoved back inside arm to see Asmo sewing your flesh shut as Satan holds it closed.

It takes an excruciatingly long three minutes for them to finish and tie off the stitches.

“Now, darling,” Asmo’s stained hand reaches to cup your jaw, “when we get home, we’ll talk about finding whoever did this to you.”

“Don’t be too harsh now, Asmodeus.” Satan chides, holding your injured arm soothingly. “They’re sure to be in a lot of pain right now. Save that conversation for when they’re feeling better, okay?” When he finishes the sentence, he nuzzles into the side of your head affectionately.

“Let’s get you home now,” Asmo says, blatantly ignoring his older brother.

As Mammon helps you to your feet he speaks, “we should probably stop by the student council office and let Lucifer know that they’ll be missing from classes. And,” Mammon turns his attention to you. “Don’t you worry, the Great Mammon will be with you the whole time you’re healin’ up!”

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nanawritesit · 7 months

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Obey Me! Demon Brothers: When You Wake Up From a Nightmare

tw: bad dreams, anxiety, sharing a bed, cuddling, kissing, eating food

Lucifer:

You were currently tiptoeing your way through the House of Lamentation, stumbling around in the dark. You knew the path to Lucifer’s office well, but it was still hard to navigate without any light. It also didn’t help that your heart was beating out of your chest from the dream you just had.

Finally reaching the correct door, you gathered up your courage and knocked on his door lightly.

“Come in.” he said from the other side.

You crept around his door to see him at his desk, papers sprawled out everywhere as usual. You knew you’d be more likely to find him in his office than his bedroom at this hour.

“MC, what are you doing up? You should be asleep, we have school tomorrow.” he asked in a slightly scolding tone.

So should you. You thought to yourself.

“I um…” you stammered, gaze fixed upon the floor.

He sensed your nervousness, and his tone softened. “MC, it’s alright,” he reassured, “you can tell me.”

You huffed, then straightened yourself up. “I had a bad dream, and now I can’t sleep.”

“Ah, I see…” he observed, folding his hands together. “Are you sleepy?”

You nodded sheepishly. “I am, but I’m too anxious to let myself fall back asleep.”

“Hm…” he hummed, drumming his fingers on his desk in thought. “Would it help if someone was in bed with you?”

Your heart stopped. The avatar of pride himself was offering to share a bed with you just so you could fall back asleep. Of course, you had fantasized about it several times before, but were far too shy to initiate anything with him.

“I…” you stuttered, clearing your throat. “I suppose so.”

“I was thinking about heading up to bed soon myself.” he explained. “You could join me if you’d like.”

You nodded with a small smile. “I would like that.”

He grinned. “Alright, let’s go.”

At first, it was a bit awkward. He slept on his back, and you were curled up in a ball facing away from him. You tried your best to let go of your anxiety, but it seemed to just make you feel worse.

“Lucifer?” you whispered hesitantly.

“Yes MC?”

“I’m still scared…” you admitted, feeling embarrassed. It was humiliating to tell a demon you couldn’t fall asleep because of a stupid dream.

He sighed and rolled over, putting his arms around you to spoon you. Your breath hitched in your throat as he put one arm around your waist and the other under your pillow. He draped a single leg over both of yours, then plopped his head onto the edge of your pillow.

“There, now you’re safe and protected.” he told you. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You were stiff at first, but it was surprisingly easy to lean into his touch. He really did make you feel safe. He smelled like coffee and vanilla, and was so warm…

Before you knew it, your eyelids were starting to feel heavy again, and you were drifting off to sleep without a care.

“Goodnight my dear.” he whispered, somehow sensing that you were about to pass out. You hummed in response, making him chuckle before nodding off himself.

Mammon:

You woke up in a cold sweat, turning on your bedside lamp quickly to make sure nothing was after you. You sighed in relief as you realized it was just a dream. However, your mind drifted back to your sorcery class earlier today.

You were instructed to envision your worst fears as you looked into the cauldron, manifesting them into a hexing potion. Yours turned out great, but now it was plaguing you. What if you accidentally manifested some sort of terrifying entity, and it was now coming after you?

You began to tremble in anxiety, feeling your heartbeat quicken. You sprung out of bed and ran to the one person you knew would make you feel better.

“Mammon wake up!” you screeched, bursting through his bedroom door.

He groaned as he raised himself up. “Hm? What’s goin’ on?” he asked with a yawn, squinting his tired eyes.

“I think something’s after me!” you cried. “I don’t know what it is but I just had a horrible nightmare, and today in potions class I was manifesting my worst fears into a hex, and now I’m scared it’s coming for me and-“

“Okay, okay,” he interrupted, concerned at how you were gasping for air between sentences. He put his arms around you and just held you there for a second, rubbing his hand along your back soothingly. “I’ve got ya. It’s okay.”

You squinted your eyes shut, pushing the stray tears out of them. You buried your head into his chest as you caught your breath.

“Mammon, I’m so scared.” you confessed.

“I can tell, you’re literally shakin’…” he observed. He leaned back and placed a hand on your forehead, looking down at you with a concerned expression. “You’re burnin’ up too. Ya poor thing…”

“What if something is coming to get me?” you asked. “What if it wants to hurt me?”

“I wouldn’t let anything hurt ya, MC. You’re with the Great Mammon now.” he reassured with a smug grin. Normally a remark like that would’ve annoyed you, but tonight it was strangely comforting.

“Thank you Mammon…” you sighed in relief. You looked around the room awkwardly. “Can I… can I sleep in here tonight?”

His eyes widened and his face immediately heated up at the suggestion. He wanted to scream “yes!” from the rooftops. But he just coughed, shifting into a stricter posture. “I don’t know if that’s-“

“Please?” you practically whimpered, reaching for his hands. You were looking at him with the biggest puppy dog eyes he had ever seen.

Damnit. He thought to himself. They’re way too cute to refuse.

“Well… what kind of demon would I be if I didn’t help my human out in their hour of need?” he stated with false confidence. “But just for tonight!”

“Yay!” you cheered, burrowing under his blanket like a little bunny.

His thoughts were racing as he joined you. Be cool, Mammon. You’re just sharing a bed with your crush. It’s no big deal. Whatever you do, don’t think about how snuggly they look, or how they were just begging you to sleep together, or how they came to you first over everyone else…

“Thank you for keeping me safe, my big strong demon.” you chuckled. You thought to yourself for a moment, then leaned over to peck his cheek. “Goodnight Mammon.”

His heart felt like it was going to explode, and his face was on fire. “Oh come on, ya can’t just do that! How am *I* supposed to fall sleep now?”

Leviathan:

Just as you expected, the lights of Levi’s room were still on. He was sitting up in his bathtub bed, playing video games. It was a sight you saw every day, but tonight it was especially calming.

“Levi?” you called out as you entered through the doorway.

He jumped slightly at the sudden intrusion, but smiled once he saw that it was you. “Oh, it’s you MC. Do you need something?”

“Yeah actually, I…” you began, rubbing the back of your neck anxiously.

He looked you over, observing your tousled hair, clammy skin, and dark circles. “Bad dream?”

Your head snapped back up, and you let out a small gasp. “How did you know?”

He shrugged, setting his controller down. “I used to get them a lot. I just kind of know the look of them.”

“Really?” you asked. “But you seem so brave!”

He blushed lightly, glancing down at his lap with a smile. No one ever thought of him as brave.

“I just started doing things I love when I woke up from a nightmare.” he explained. “Playing video games, watching anime, reading manga… it was a good way to get my mind off the dream, and helped me feel sleepy enough to go back to bed. And since it put me back in a good headspace, I usually had a good dream afterwards. ”

You smiled gratefully. “Thanks for the advice Levi. I’ll give that a try.” You started to walk away, but he grabbed your wrist suddenly. You froze and glanced down at it.

“Sorry.” he chuckled nervously, letting go. “It’s just… if you’re not ready to go back to sleep yet, I was wondering if you’d want to watch some anime together? I’ll give you my ruri-chan body pillow and everything.”

You couldn’t help the great big smile that broke out on your face. “I’d love to, Levi!”

He gave you an equally huge grin, and pulled you into the tub on top of him. You screeched playfully, scrambling to sit up on his lap. Feeling a lot better already, you were confident that you would have a good dream when you eventually went back to sleep, like Levi said. What he didn’t know was that he was the topic of all your good dreams.

Satan:

Satan was sitting up in his bed, propped up on his pillows and reading a book. He was in his pajamas, clearly doing his nightly routine of reading before bed. He glanced up from the top of his book when he heard you enter his room.

“Ah MC, it’s good to see you.” he smiled, closing the book but keeping his thumb on the page he was reading.

“Hi Satan, um… what are you reading?” you asked, trying to deflect the attention off yourself.

“Oh not much, just some poetry…” he told you, gesturing to the book. “Did you need something?”

“Yeah…” you sighed. There was no way you could act like nothing was wrong. He could read you too well. “Do you… remember that time we were studying together and I fell asleep to the sound of you reading aloud?”

He nodded with a miniscule smirk.

“Well, I just had a really bad dream, and I can’t fall back asleep… could you do that for me again?” you asked, bashfully kicking at the foot of the bed.

“Of course I can, dear.” he said, trying to contain his joy at how you came to him for help with a request like this.

He scooted over and flipped up the comforter, patting the spot next to him. You slowly climbed up next to him, cautiously resting your head on his shoulder.

He put an arm around your side to hold the other end of his book out in front of you. “I didn’t know you enjoyed my reading so much.”

You shyly looked away from him. “You just… have a really relaxing voice, okay?” you mumbled.

He held back a chuckle, turning his attention back to the book. He began reading it out loud to you.

You followed along for a little while, but eventually your eyelids fluttered shut, and Satan’s words got more and more jumbled. You just felt so cozy and safe in his arms, and before you knew it, you didn’t even remember how scared you were. You quickly fell asleep right there on his shoulder.

He glanced down at you, smirking to himself as he noticed your unconsciousness. He turnt his attention back to the book.

“‘I may never find words beautiful enough to describe all that you mean to me, but I will spend the rest of my life searching for them.’ John Mark Green.”

He shut the book and placed it back on his night stand. Carefully lifting you off his shoulder, he laid you down flat on the bed and covered you up. Once the lights were off, he curled up next to you and went to sleep with butterflies in his stomach. You were truly special to him.

Asmodeus:

You crept into Asmo’s bedroom to see him sound asleep on his huge, luxurious bed. He had on a pink sleep mask, and was wearing the softest silk pajamas you’d ever seen.

“Asmo?” you whispered, gently shaking him awake.

He whined, shuffling around a bit. “Mm, who is it? You know I need my beauty sleep!”

“Asmo it’s me, MC… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have woke you. It was just a nightmare. I’ll go back to bed…”

He suddenly sprung up, whipping off his sleep mask. “Oh my poor darling!” he pouted, turning on his bedside lamp. “Sorry about the tone MC, I assumed you were one of my brothers. I would’ve been much nicer had I known it was you!”

“It’s okay Asmo…” you told him with a chuckle.

“No it’s not ‘okay,’ you just had a nightmare!” he gaped, putting his hands on your shoulders. “That’s really scary! I mean, I never get them, but Levi does, and from what I hear they’re pretty terrifying!”

“It was, but… I can’t remember what it was about.” you told him disappointedly.

“Oh, that’s horrible honey…” he said, pulling you in for a tight hug. “I bet it’s even worse not knowing what scared you!” He began to run a hand through your hair comfortingly. Your eyes rolled back in your head at the soothing sensation. It felt really good to be babied by Asmo.

You nodded into the crook of his neck. “I’m still pretty scared too… can I sleep with you tonight?”

“Of course you can darling!” he cooed, kissing your forehead. “I’ll give you all the attention you want until you fall back asleep!”

“Awh, thanks Asmo…” you beamed, falling back against the mattress with him.

The two of you stayed up for a little while longer, gossiping and giggling until you started feeling tired again.

“You’re so cute when you’re all sleepy like this…” he complimented you, tucking your hair behind your ear. He was looking at you with such genuine admiration in his eyes. “You’re beautiful, MC.”

“Not as beautiful as you, Asmo.” you chuckled, trying to ignore the blush that was creeping up your cheeks.

He laughed, cuddling up to you. “Well, no one’s as beautiful as me. But you come pretty close.”

Beelzebub:

You woke up in the middle of the night with a general sense of anxiety. It wasn’t so much that you were panicking, but it was enough to put you on edge.

You were startled by a loud noise coming from down the hall. Paralyzed with fear, you somehow managed to creep out of bed and down the hallway, holding a broom out in front of you for protection.

You stopped in front of the kitchen, hearing something shuffling around in there. Whatever was lurking around the house was definitely in there. You collected all the courage you had, then leapt around the corner into the kitchen, charging in with your broom raised to strike.

“MC, it’s just me!” Beel cried, throwing his hands up in surrender. He was currently knelt in front of the oven, picking some cookies up off the ground.

“Oh…. sorry Beel, I’m just a bit jumpy… I heard a loud noise and got scared.”

“That was just me baking cookies.” he chuckled, standing up. “I accidentally dropped the tray taking them out of the oven. I’m sorry I woke you.”

“No it’s okay, I was already awake.” you explained, taking a seat at the counter.

“Really? You’re usually asleep at this hour.” he observed. He set the tray in front of you, gesturing for you to take one.

“Well I was, but I just randomly woke up.” you told him, taking a bite of a cookie. “I don’t know why, I just felt super anxious and full of dread.”

“That’s not good.” he said, stating the obvious. “I usually only get nightmares when I’m hungry. That’s why I always wake up for a snack before I can have one.”

“Maybe that’s what I need.” you chuckled. “Good thing you were up baking!”

He laughed along with you, grabbing a cookie himself. “I’m glad I can help. But even if I wasn’t, you know you can always wake me up if you need something. I wouldn’t mind.”

You smiled warmly. “Thank you, Beel. I really appreciate that.”

He nodded contentedly, then picked up the tray of cookies. “Well, I’m gonna take these back to my room and go back to bed. Wanna share?”

You were a little shocked that he was being so forward. He must have noticed this, because he gave you a comforting expression before he explained.

“The cookies, not the bed.” he laughed. “Although I wouldn’t mind sharing both.”

You giggled at his bluntness. “Sounds good to me.”

“Which one?” he asked.

“You’ll find out soon enough.” you teased, grabbing the cookies and running ahead of him up the stairs. He quickly caught up to you in the bedroom, but you jumped into his bed before he could catch you.

“I see, you wanna share both too.” he grinned, crawling up next to you. He took a bite out of the cookie you were holding. “How gluttonous.”

Belphegor:

The faint sound of snoring reached your ears as you opened the door to the stairs of the attic. You knew Belphie would be asleep. Having just woke up from a nightmare, you first thought was to go to the avatar of sloth. Surely he would be able to help.

“Belphie?” you called out, approaching his sleeping form. No response. You shook him lightly. “Belphie, please, I need you.”

That seemed to get to him. He immediately rolled over and sat up. “MC? What is it?”

You sighed in relief that you were able to wake him up. “Belphie, can you do anything about nightmares? I just had a pretty bad one, and now I can’t sleep.”

“Oh, I’m sorry MC.” he said sympathetically, ruffling your hair. “Yeah, just lie down right here next to me.”

You did as he asked, curling up in his cozy blankets and pillows that smelled just like him. The lavender aroma was intoxicating, instantly making you feel sleepy again.

“Alright, is it okay if I lay on top of you? It helps the magic work better.” he asked. You nodded, and he put his weight on you. His head was on your chest, and he had his arms curled up around your sides. It felt like you had a big, cuddly teddy bear on top of you. That combined with the way he was drawing little circles on your arm with his fingers was enough to put you back to sleep in no time.

You awoke in the morning tangled up together. He had somehow wriggled his way up your body, laying on his side and holding onto you while you faced him, curled up into his chest.

He woke up at the feeling of you stirring next to him, a small smile forming on his face as he stretched his legs. “Good morning, MC.”

“Morning Belphie.” you mused, brushing his hair out of his face. “That was some magic you used last night.”

He chuckled lightly. “I didn’t use any magic last night MC.”

Your mouth fell open in shock. “You didn’t? But… I fell asleep so easily!”

“I honestly just wanted to cuddle you.” he confessed, blushing slightly. “But I guess it made you feel safe enough to fall back asleep.”

“Yeah, it did… I didn’t have another nightmare, so I’ll let you off the hook.” you decided, smirking at him playfully.

“I don’t apologize for anything.” he remarked with a devilish grin.

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deviljesterlamb · 4 months

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If MC got turned into a cat, Satan won't let them change back so fast if he can prevent it. Yes he loves them very much, but THEY'RE A CAT NOW. IT'S A DREAM COME TRUE TO HIM IN A WAY.

Anyway cue the brothers trying to free cat!MC from Satan's grasp, but he's just holding onto them tightly while hissing in defense.

#;jester sheep speaks ☕️#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me mc #obey me satan #satan x y/n #satan x mc #satan x you #satan x reader #obey me imagine

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angelsrcute · 2 months

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Scummy satan!

Scummy!Satan who hates how you're so friendly with lucifer.

Scummy!Satan who fucks you hard,taking his anger out on you, knowing your voice will reach lucifer's room.

Scummy!Satan who's a sadist and tries all type of things on you, even in front of his brothers.

Scummy!Satan who sometimes let's his brothers borrow your hole if he's bored, jerking off to you getting fucked.

Scummy!Satan who'd let people fuck you if they helped him with pranking lucifer.

Scummy!Satan who'd probably fuck you in a bookstore full of people, not caring if people hear your voice or you both get caught, it's thrilling for him.

Scummy!Satan who jerks off to your panties when you're not there.

Scummy!Satan who takes pics of you while fucking and jerks off to the pics too.

#obey me smut #obey me x reader #dom character #sub reader #obey me x mc #obey me x y/n #obey me x you #satan x reader #obey me #satan x mc #satan x y/n #satan x you #satan smut #angelsrcute writes 𓆩♡𓆪

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hidansdarling · 1 year

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𝕊𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕪 𝔹𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕤

Pairing: Satan (Obey Me!) x female reader

Content warnings: nsfw 18+ content, teasing, vaginal fingering, pussy spanking, praise, edging ig.

Word count: 1.2 k

Notes: Satan from OBEY ME NOT THE BIBLE LMAOOOOO

ℝ𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕝𝕤 𝕓𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕖, 𝕀 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕦 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪<𝟛𝟛

During your time in the Devildom, you knew one thing for certain;

The homework was hard.

You were already at an unfortunate disadvantage being from the human world, where they taught you how to do kinematic equations rather than Devildom law, making the knowledge you already held nearly useless to pull from.

Between unfamiliarity and your time being taken up by shenanigans the brothers pulled you into, you seriously needed to study.

Luckily, Satan was willing to help you out with your studying.

But he was going to have some fun while he did it.

You met in his room rather than the library for good reason.

You sat on his lap, your books set up on the desk in front of you, legs draped over his as his hand slipped under your skirt, your panties long forgotten on his floor.

You’d struck up a fair deal, for every question you got right, he’d let you finish, but with each one you got wrong, he’d stop. Needless to say, you quickly became each other's favorite study buddy.

You still tried to do the work you could on your own, only recruiting him for the stuff you really didn’t know. Today, you’d approached him with your homework for your Magical Potions class, only four questions left on the assignment and you had very little idea where to start with them.

“What are we starting with today, hm?” Satan said, his lips upturning into a smirk as he glanced over the list of questions, his free hand lightly brushing up and down your inner thigh.

“Potions.” You said, rolling your eyes at the thought, though the actual contents of the assignment made you feel embarrassingly warm, your voice reduced to a mumble as you continued to speak. “Specifically, um, love potions and aphrodisiacs.”

“How ironic.” He said with a chuckle, placing the sheet down next to you before wrapping his arm around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder, his voice low and sultry. “We’ll start easy, can you tell me what an aphrodisiac is?”

His fingers ghosted up your thigh, dipping under your skirt to begin lightly teasing your clit as he waited for an answer.

The mere anticipation of the moment had you wetter than you were willing to admit, you were almost embarrassed that you couldn’t hide how badly you wanted him. Every time he touched you, he left you wanting more and more of him. Surely, all you had to do was ask, but he wouldn’t let you have what you wanted without at least a little teasing.

“Um, it’s a s-substance you can use to increase s-sexual behavior.” You stuttered, waiting expectantly for his answer.

Satan loved to see you squirm, so frequently he would increase the pace and pressure with which he rubbed your sensitive bud as you spoke, the way you struggled and stuttered amused him.

“Good girl.” His low, husky voice dripped with lust as his skilled fingers worked to bring you your high. “That was the right answer.” The way he touched you always sent powerful waves of electricity throughout your body. It was as if he knew what you liked better than you did. You leaned your head back against his shoulder as your whole body shook with pleasure, biting down on your lip hard to stifle the loud moans he pulled from you.

Quickly, he brought you to your first release, allowing you a moment to catch your breath before moving on to the next question.

“Question two.” He studied the question, an amused smirk on his lips. “This one’s a difficult one. You missed class the day this material was covered.” You groaned, that fact perfectly explaining why it was giving you so much trouble.

Part of you couldn’t help but be a little excited. As much as you loved him allowing you to cum so quickly, the way he punished and edged you was delicious as well.

“What goes in an aphrodisiac?” His amusement is clear in his voice, knowing you were likely to get this one wrong. His fingers slipped back between your thighs, teasingly rubbing your slit as he coated them in your slick.

You wracked your brain for even an inkling of the answer, but you were at a loss.

“Come on, pretty girl.” He teased, gently rubbing his fingers over your aching bud. “Tell me the answer.”

“U-um..” You could almost see the page in the textbook that explained this in your head, could remember none of the words. “I-I don’t know.”

An amused laugh left him as he teased your wet cunt, giving it a light slap after you spoke, causing you to yelp. He laughed again, slipping his long, slender fingers into your sopping hole teasingly.

“That’s not the answer, darling. Looks like I’ll have to punish you.”

His pace began slow, his fingertips brushing against the deepest, most pleasurable spots inside you as you moaned for more, your body pressed back against his, your head resting back on his shoulders.

He indulged you, quickening the pace his fingers pumped in and out of your cunt, reaching down between your legs with his other hand to rub circles around your clit.

“F-fuck, Satan. F-feels so good.” You moaned, your own hands reaching up underneath your shirt to cup your breasts as he worked, rolling your nipples between your fingertips.

You couldn’t lie, it was tempting to try and trick Satan, not to bother to tell him when you were close and allow yourself to fall into that blissful pleasure ”by accident”, but you knew better than to try. Besides, Satan knew your body almost better than you did, the tell-tale signs of when you’re about to come etched into his memory. Your thighs trembled as he quickened his pace, your back arching as your orgasm built, hard and fast.

Satan loved this whole little arrangement. Teasing you like this excited him, and he wasn’t going to hide it. You could feel his hardened cock pressing against your ass as soon as you sat down. The way you squirmed in his lap as he rewarded or punished you made it so hard to wait to bury himself deep inside your pretty pussy, but he knew he had to be patient. He couldn’t give you the best reward until you finished your homework.

The way your walls fluttered around his fingers tells him that you’re barely hanging on, but he doesn’t stop yet. Satan gets you to the absolute brink of your orgasm, making you think that maybe he might let you of with this one this time.

He doesn’t.

Your body shudders as you shut your eyes tightly, your moans and whines for more reverberating throughout the room. This is a sweeter sound than Satan has ever heard, but he can’t slack on his end of the deal.

Just as you’re about to fall off that blissful edge, he stops, pulling his fingers out of you with a low chuckle.

“S-satan!” You whine, your chest heaving as the pleasure he brought you abruptly disappears.

“You know the rules, pretty girl.” He says, his tone teasing but stern. “Now, moving on to question three….”

With Satan as your teacher, you certainly had a long night ahead of you.

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obeymetwitter · 11 months

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#fake tweets #obey me #obey me incorrect quotes #funny tweets #obey me satan #satan obey me #satan #satan x male reader #satan x mc #satan x y/n #satan x reader #leviathan obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #leviathan #levi

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white-sinner · 10 months

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Seven brothers and their boyfriends

fourth born Satan x male book lover reader

Smut

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all fairy tales start with once upon a time and they all lived happily ever after and it's time for the story between you and satan to begin

when you two first met there wasn't this much interaction the only thing you understood about him was his hatred for lucifer

one of the details that made him fall madly in love with you was your love of reading but not just your personality your looks he loved everything about you. like the little mermaid

and when he showed you his room o holy heaven … it was as if he fell in love with you again your eyes sparkled! it was a whole room full of bookshelves and full of books finally someone who understood him his love for books in short a perfect match

most of the time you could find him opening your door wide with a pile of books in his hand saying

“these are some of my favorite books I think you might like them”

of course you also recommended them and lent your favorite books with the which unlike his was much more attentive

for your dates, these are almost always in the library, in his room pampering you while you read together but one thing that satan likes to do in particular is to recreate one of the romantic scenes of one of his books

now the fights between you two don't always happen but they are more frequent than other brothers but you can swear that after he calms down he will try to apologize in all possible ways for example by sending you pictures of cats with the word sorry, writing you a poem or even coming with a cat in his arms apologizing

SMUT

now this may seem like a fairy tale but this story is not all sugar and candy but there is also a touch of spice now this can go in two ways

SUB READER

satan was returning from the library when he saw a scene in the living room he saw you and lucifer arguing and you fearlessly answered him in kind, after that quarrel and you were still angry, satan he invited you to his room and as soon as you entered the Saw satan shirtless slamming you against the wall kissing you furiously

“you could have told me you wanted to do that wonderful show but you didn't tell me anything, naughty boy~”

“Huh?!”

satan throw you on the bed you were speechless but excited and satan could see it

satan undresses you while he runs his hands over your exposed body, he puts you on your stomach and your ass in the air and starts fucking you very hard, you put your hand on your mouth to stop your moans being heard

“Don't cover your sweet sounds, kitty”

“mmm~ go slowerrr”

to which he smirked and went faster

you know cats when their partner is in heat? this is exactly what happened

the next day Satan had to carry you in his arms because you couldn't move well he didn't mind

TOP READER

you and Satan were in his room reading and drinking tea when you notice something strange under the bed

"do not look!"

“some cat ears and a tail-shaped butt plug?”

“I-I can explain”

now you were intrigued by the tail shaped butt plug you already had an idea where the situation was going but you wanted to hear from him

“I wanted you to fuck me with those…”

said Satan in a low voice even lower than Levi

“What? speak louder baby”

"Come on are you serious? it's embarrassing"

“ok when you are ready to tell me he will find me in my room”

“wait wait! don't go..I want you to fuck me with those”

you only smiled after this and Satan's cheeks flushed red

"undress"

Satan followed your instructions and was left with only ears and tail

now he was under you while you fucked him making him see the stars

“M/NM/Nn-“

“No no,baby kitty don’t talk”

with that said he started fucking harder now you could see the bulge of your cock inside him

“Nyan nyan!!”

and so you continued until the morning

A/N: before this story ends I leave you with a photo

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hwascripts · 1 year

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A Yandere Love Letter from Mammon

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The following post contains mentions of unhealthy relationships, manipulation and overall dark content. I do not condone or support the following behaviour, this is simply a work of fiction.

Are y’all interested in yandere Obey Me character asks or have any potential requests? What should I write?

It’s been a while, Treasure. How’ve you been doing up in the human realm? Or your ”home” as ya always liked to call it. You should know your home is here by my side, sweets.

The only reason I haven't marched right up there and brought ya right back into my arms is because of Lucifer and Diavolo. What giant pains in the ass, keepin’ the great Mammon’s greatest treasure away. It’s much worse than getting strung up to the ceiling by Lucifer, dollface.

But just because I can't venture up there myself doesn't mean I can't encourage you to come back home, treasure. Don't you worry sweet thing. I’ve got my ways.

How’s that paycheck looking, baby? Poor thing, you’ve been working so many extra shifts, too. It’s too bad all that money goes towards your “sudden” expenses.

The broken car, the leaking sink, the bills. I wonder how much more of that you can take, baby. Why is it that your luck is so bad right now?

Since I’m feeling so generous, why don't I let ya in on a secret? All of those pesky little expenses? They’re all me, dollface. You see, being the Avatar of Greed has its perks. I can easily influence someone's luck, and it just so happens that I’m badly influencing yours.

Please don't hate me, baby. I’m doing ya a favour, ya see? Without your first man around, who’s gonna protect you up there in the human realm? It's horrifying to think you’re up there all alone, with no protection. But if you come back to me, all of this can stop.

The choice is simple, sweets. Come back home to me, and all your problems will disappear. You’ll be under my care and protection. You’ll never have to worry that pretty head of yours again, doll.

Now I ain't a patient guy, never have been. Lucifer and the others remind me of that all the time. So make your choice fast, alright, babe?

I have no trouble believing you’ll make the right choice. But to remind you, your current situation will worsen if you disappoint me, m’kay?

I’ll be waiting for ya,

Mammon

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kpop-otome-yandere-here · 2 years

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Mc: One annoying thing about Satan is that he offers information when no one asks for it.

Mammon: another annoying thing about Satan is that his information is almost always right.

Mc: … It’s really hard to stomach :(

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arvandus · 7 months

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Insecurity (Satan x Fem!Reader)

MINORS DNI. DO NOT FOLLOW MY BOG IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 AND/OR DO NOT HAVE YOUR AGE IN YOUR BIO.

Fic Warnings: Reader has body insecurities and overall self-esteem issues; Satan is coded as taller than Reader; steaminess implied but no actual smut (not yet at least... huehueue... MIGHT add more to this later when I have the spoons for it). Also, I like this idea so much, I'll probably make more for some of the other OM guys (lookin' at you, Barb and Luci...).

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You could feel the tears before they could even reach your eyes. They were knotted tightly into a ball that had lodged itself in your throat.

You took the dress off and tossed it onto the evergrowing pile on the bed.

Nothing looked good. Nothing. At least not good enough to go on a date with Satan.

It wasn’t the clothes, you realized. It was you. You looked away from the mirror and pulled your knees to your chest to bury your face in your arms.

How had you even managed to catch his eye? He was so handsome; so sophisticated and put-together. In the back of your mind, you wondered if your pact with him impacted his perception of you, impairing his judgement.

Maybe you should just cancel your date. The thought swirled in your mind, spreading like an infection until you finally picked up your phone through blurry eyes.

‘I’m going to have to cancel. I’m sorry.’ You texted him.

The sadness deepened like a sink hole within you as you hit ‘send.’ You stared and waited. And waited. The message changed from ‘delivered’ to ‘read.’ The three dots danced on your screen as he began typing, and you held your breath.

'Please don’t ask why,' you thought.

But then the dancing dots stopped. You waited, a part of you hoping you’d see them again. But you never did. Maybe you offended him? Or maybe he was having doubts of his own and was grateful that you canceled first…

The tears finally made their way from your throat to your eyes, dripping hot onto your skin. You didn’t bother to quiet it; didn’t try to stifle them. You needed to let this out.

You weren’t sure how long you’d cried in the privacy of your room, but next thing you knew, your private pity party wasn’t interrupted by a knock at your door.

You heart dropped in your chest.

SHIT.

You fell silent, and waited.

Please don’t let it be him…

You didn’t want him to see you. Not like this.

Another knock at the door, and this time his voice came through.

“Y/N…”

Your nose was running and you wiped at it with a quiet sniff.

Satan had ears like a cat.

“I know you’re in there. Please let me in,” he said through the thick door.

You quickly searched your brain for some sort of lie.

“I-I have a cold. I don’t want to get you sick.”

Satan gave a soft scoff. “Then let me in so I can take care of you.”

He knew you were lying, and you knew he was stubborn. It was one of your favorite things about him, but right now it was biting you in the ass. You knew he wouldn’t give up. He’d get frustrated, his innate quickness to anger sparking in him, but you knew he wouldn’t leave.

Silently, you got up and opened the door. You could feel his blue eyes on you, but you refused to look at him, to see his reaction to your clearly messy face.

But you heard it; the sharp intake of breath as he realized the reality of the situation. He stepped into your room, the action making you take a step back, your movements syncing with his. He closed the door behind him, a little harsher than he intended.

“Hey,” he said. His hands cupped your cheeks. “Hey, hey… what happened?” Satan’s eyes narrowed. “Did one of my idiot brothers do something to you?”

Satan’s mind was already running down the list of possible culprits, and Lucifer, Mammon, and Asmo were automatically in the top three. Lucifer with his harsh arrogance, Mammon with his idiocy and disregard for others, and Asmo with his overly flirtatious and handsy behavior…

But you shook your head in denial, assuaging Satan’s growing suspicions and tempering his fire.

“What is it then?” he asked. He rubbed his hands soothingly along your arms. “What’s wrong?”

You sniffed as embarrassment transformed your body into crossed arms and a downward gaze.

“I-it’s nothing,” you replied.

Satan’s eyes narrowed again. “It’s not nothing.”

“It’s stupid,” you corrected.

He let out a measured sigh, and you knew he was attempting to keep his frustration in check for you.

“It’s not stupid if it’s making you feel like this,” he replied. “Just tell me what it is and we can figure it out together.”

Your arms tightened across your chest, as you forced the words to leave your mouth.

“I…I can’t find anything to wear.”

Satan’s stared at you blankly. “….huh?”

Your words came out in a rush. “Nothinglooksgoodonme.”

Understanding finally dawned in his blue eyes. Then his expression softened. “I have a hard time believing that.”

His response made you feel silly, and you felt fresh tears start to brim your lashes. “It’s true,” you insisted.

His fingers played with the hem of your shirt before drifting lower to pinch the cotton fabric of your pajama pants. “This looks good on you…”

Despite your emotional state, you couldn’t help the way his touch made your skin ignite.

“These are just pajamas,” you replied.

Satan smirked down at you. “Yeah. And they’re sexy.”

You stared down at your frumpy, baggy shirt and loose-fitting pants. Sexy?? Hardly.

“I’ve tried on nearly everything, and I hate all of it,” you continued.

Satan cocked his head to the side curiously. “You hate all of your clothes?”

Your eyes were downcast again as the cold hard truth of what you were feeling transformed into words upon your lips. “No… I hate myself in my clothes.” you muttered.

The playfulness in Satan’s demeanor evaporated, his spine going stiff. “Hey.”

He took your face firmly into his hands and forced you to look up at him. He stared down at you, his brow furrowed and the corners of his lips pulled down into a frown. “Listen to me. You’re beautiful.”

You averted your eyes from his and shook your head in disbelief. If you were beautiful, then why did you feel this way? Why did you feel this painful emptiness, as if there was a part of yourself that you couldn’t find when you looked at yourself in the mirror?

Satan was unwilling to let you run from his intense stare. He followed the gaze of your eyes until he filled your view again. “You’re beautiful,” he repeated.

You vision was blurred now and you shook your head in his hands. “I’m not,” you insisted.

“You are.”

“You’re just saying that to be nice,” you countered. The tears finally slipped free of your lashes, trailing down your cheeks to catch on his thumbs.

Satan let out a gust of air through his nose, his lips pressed into a thin line. “I’m saying it because it’s true. You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his thumbs wiping at the wet tracks on your skin.

You could feel the weight of your sobs returning. Your breaths began to bear the weight of them, heavy and gasping.

“You’re beautiful,” Satan repeated again.

“Stop,” you begged.

“I won’t,” he said softly. “You’re beautiful.”

Over and over again, he repeated it, his voice gentle as he held your face in his hands. Each time you tried to deny it, he repeated it.

“You’re beautiful.”

His lips brushed against your forehead.

“You’re beautiful.”

His lips kissed your cheek.

“You’re beautiful.”

He kissed the tip of your nose.

Finally, you looked into his eyes willingly. “Satan…” your voice was small, and your pitch cracked at the emotions you were clutching tightly to with an iron grip.

He paused just for a moment to stare down at you with a tender smile before his lips met yours, velvety soft and gentle. As you kissed him back, your sobs that’d you been trapping within your chest finally let loose.

You wrapped your arms around him and buried your face into his chest as you cried fresh tears. They soaked into his shirt, leaving dark spots to document your sadness, and to catalogue one of the many ways he loved you. His arms wrapped around you, his chin resting on your head as he let you cry against him, his hands rubbing gentle circles on your back.

“It’s okay,” he soothed.

The hole you'd been feeling before was beginning to heal over, filled to the brim by his persistence. You finally pulled way and chuckled as you wiped at your eyes. “I’m sorry… I feel like such an idiot.”

Satan smirked, and tilted your chin up to look at him. “Don’t you start that again.”

“Start what?”

“Putting yourself down.”

You pursed your lips stubbornly. “I mean, I was being a bit of a fool-”

“You’re smart,” he replied, cutting you off.

You froze. “…what?”

Satan’s smirk widened. “You’re smart,” he repeated.

You stared at him. “What’re you…”

“Every time you say something bad about yourself, I’m going to say the opposite. So, do you wanna keep going?”

You clamped your mouth shut, and it only inspired him to kiss you again, a firm peck of his lips against yours.

“That’s what I thought,” he commented.

Satan kissed you again, deeper this time, his lips lingering against yours. That familiar heat bloomed throughout your body again, and you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer. He responded in kind, his arms around you tightening as his tongue slipped past your weak defenses to meet your own within your mouth.

The taste of him made your heart skip in your chest and your skin sing. As his mouth moved against yours, his hands slid from your back to your ass cheeks where he pressed you tighter against him. You gasped into his open mouth, and he took your reaction as an invitation to begin walking you backwards towards your bed until your legs hit the edge and sent you falling backwards. His body followed yours until you were caged by him. You could feel the pile of discarded clothes beneath you, and you couldn’t help but feel amused at how Satan’s desire for you in this moment contrasted so sharply with the meaningless fabrics.

Satan pulled away just a fraction to stare down at you with lust-blown eyes, his cheeks colored pink.

“Do you still want to go out?” he asked, his voice lower now.

You stared up at him, a grin now on your lips as the ghosts of tears dried on your cheeks and dew-dropped lashes.

“No,” you replied.

Satan’s hand slid down to your thigh and gripped it, pulling it up to allow him to nestle himself between your legs.

“Good,” he whispered. “Neither do I.”

#obey me satan #OM satan #satan x reader #satan x y/n #satan x mc

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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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star-centric · 8 months

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For that prompt list you got the Mammon cuddling prompt from, I saw "memorising their favourite things and treating them when they have a bad day" and immediately thought of Satan. Even pissy gremlins deserve to be coddled smh I will happily risk having a book thrown at my head to give him some hot choccy

Pairings: Satan x Gender Neutral!Reader

NOTE: Anon you’re 10000% right- I will definitely risk my life if it means making him feel better with no hesitation 🫡 also sorry this is late, had to pull a double at work a few times 😭

CW: gender neutral reader, fluff, no warnings really! Also here’s the prompt list!

PROMPT: memorising their favourite things and treating them when they have a bad day

Satan ignored the knock on his door.

The waves of anger he felt rising were gone, residing himself to his room before he was consumed by it. His irritation from today’s events were making his blood boil- but he locked himself away before he could lash out any further. Now he just wanted to be left alone-

But whoever was knocking at the door was refusing to grant him that peace.

Satan growled as he tried to focus on his book, but the soft taps on his door kept distracting him.

He finally slammed his book closed and stomped towards the door, insults already forming at the tip of his tongue as he ripped it open-

The words caught in his throat as he realized it was you, your shock widened eyes matching his own.

Satan felt like a bumbling idiot, his mouth gaping in the doorway as you nervously smiled.

You weakly laughed, “Sorry to bother but um…can I come in?”

Satan finally closed his mouth and looked away, mindlessly moving out of your way. He sat back down and glanced away from you, arms folded and pouting- you would have laughed at how cute he looked but you didn’t want to make him any more upset than he already was.

“So, I know you’re having a bad day but-“ you shuffled with the bag in your hand. “I got something for you.”

“This couldn’t wait until later?”

“I was thinking about it, but it seems like you need it now.” You ignored his biting tone gently nudged it into his hands.

Your words did peak his interest a bit- it even smelled good, a familiar scent wafting in his nose. When he glanced up at you with a questioning look, all you did was smile and wave your hands, motioning him to open it.

When he did, he was surprised. Genuinely surprised.

He unfolded it completely, the palms of his hands growing warm. It felt like the slice of apple pie came just out of the oven- and from the looks of it, it was homemade. You made this for him?

Your grin was all the answer that he needed.

Satan’s furrowed brows and puzzled look melted away. He tried his best to hide the flush growing on his cheeks.

He fully turned his head from you, cursing at how fast he was unfolding- you’ve always had this effect on him, and he was losing his composure quicker than usual-

But he couldn’t deny how much the gesture warmed him either, a delicate smile lining his lips.

Satan grabbed at your wrist before you could leave, bringing you down into his lap. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, the tips of his ears burning red.

“…thank you.”

It was easy to find comfort in you- your touch, your presence, just…you- and whatever irritations were hanging over him drifted away, just like always.

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svnqsn · 10 months

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OO1 ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ፧ ‎ ‎BLOOD SUCKER ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏♡ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏

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✶ users! › asmo, beel, levi, satan, belphie, gn!reader.

✶ synopsis! › the reader is a vampire.

✶ cw’s! › blood, blood sucking, blood bags -- just lots of mentions of blood, nsfw parts, brothers know reader is a vamp, mentions of a blood (sucking) kink in asmo's part and levi's, reader's mentioned to have eyes that change colour, primal play in asmo's part but it's just mentioned once and not very specific either, reader's a pureblood (only mentioned in satan's part).

ASMO;

asmo is obsessed from the moment he first lays his pretty eyes on you—you're unnaturally beautiful and if there's one thing that gets him worked up, it's beauty. he gasps when he sees your fangs for the first time and his mind goes places immediately; what'd it feel like to have those fangs sink into his skin? to watch you lick your lips clean of asmo's blood all over your mouth. he's been with a vampire once or twice but none of them had been as hypnotizing as you. you, with your lidded crimson eyes that stare at him like he's nothing but food for you. sometimes, he gets you riled up on purpose just to see the way you glare at him, like he's nothing but prey you're waiting to catch and swallow whole -- he loves it. he knows, theoretically speaking, that he could lay you flat on your back if he wanted to. the thing is he doesn't want to. he wants to see you sprinkled in his blood and enjoying it too.

BEEL;

beel understands you. he knows what it's like to want food—to need it—and not be able to have it at that exact moment and time. so he makes sure that there's always blood bags stacked in the mini fridge in his room and he also makes sure that you don't feel embarrassed about your cravings and needs. he's also never scared of you. not only because he knows you don't pose a real threat (at least not to him or his brothers), but also because he just gets it. he knows the suffering that comes with that burning pit in your stomach. he knows the anguish of hurting people because you can't control yourself and the blame that comes afterwards. so even if you do lose control at some point, beel's there to hold you and pet your head and make you feel okay again.

LEVI;

levi's scared of you, at first, and also impossibly turned on. it's hard to build any kind of relationship with him because he's so skittish around you. he looks at you and when you smile at him, all he sees are your fangs—and he squeaks and runs to his room. but it's not really fear anymore, at least not after you've made it clear that you were a good person (vampire?). levi just cannot stand the thoughts in his own head at the sight of anything even remotely vampire on you. he wants you to suck his blood, maybe even to call him your blood bag. but then he tells himself that he's gross: that's a filthy, disgusting thought. dumb levi. but he genuinely cannot help himself. he feels like he's in some kind of anime and he's watched lots of them with vampires. he can't help but fantasize about you sinking your teeth into his flesh and drinking until you're full. sometimes he dreams about it, even. he'd never ask though. the one time you've stormed into his room with your eyes a crimson red and a sneer on your beautiful face, levi nearly fainted on the spot. but then he pushed his collar to the side, turned a pretty red and offered his neck to you. he's so cute you want to eat him.

SATAN;

satan asks you a million questions all the time about the human world. things he's only ever read about in books, since there's no human alive to tell the tales. you spend hours in his room together, a candle lit, cuddled up in his bed while he asks and you answer. sometimes satan takes a few notes to add to some books that he owns. he especially loves it when you tell him something in his books is simply wrong. he loves when you go on long tangents about things that don't even exist anymore—of times long since passed. he asks you what your human life was like back then, but you just give him a confused glance. “i've never been human,” you said. even more questions. he's heard of pureblood vampires before, of course, but he's never actually met one. please don't tell him you're a price or anything like that. he will never stop asking questions.

BELPHIE;

belphie doesn't give two shits about you being a vampire, tbh. he loves the fact that you sleep during the day because that means he'll get to take even more naps with you. he also doesn't care that you drink blood—doesn't find it disgusting but doesn't find it too attractive either. it's just... normal for him. like, he'll fetch himself a drink and just grab you a bag of blood along with it. he does use you as an excuse 79% of the time. tells lucifer he has to look after you because you're hungry so he can't go to school (he's very much simply taking a nap with you). he wouldn't mind you biting him either. it's not like he finds it super hot and gets turned on by it, but it's just.. he doesn't mind it. whether you're actually hungry and need blood or you just want to nibble on his skin a little for comfort, he's pretty much down for it. at this point, he doesn't even flinch anymore when you sink your teeth into his neck, shoulder or arm. his brothers do give you guys weird looks when they see you cuddling on the couch with your mouth around his arm, but belphie doesn't give a fuck about them. let them stare all they want as long as you're happy.

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