#Obey Me Satan x MC

[l3viat8an]

MC:*pacing back-and-forth in front of Asmo’s bed while ranting about their first kiss with Satan* WHAT THE FUCK?? I WAS ARGUING WITH HIM AND I SAID “OOOH YOU WANNA KISS ME SO BAD! YOU LOOK STUPID RIGHT NOW!” AND GUESS WHAT? HE DID!! SATAN KISSED ME. WHAT THE FUCK??? HOW?? THAT WORKED??? WHAT DO I DO NEXT!!??

Asmo:*watching MC and trying not to giggle* Argue harder, next time~ then maybe you two will actually have sex ♡

[zephyrchama]

Vampire MC part IV - with Satan

heads up - this is suggestive

(intro/vampire MC masterlist can be found here)

Satan’s room was even more cluttered than usual. Tomes about vampires, nosferatu, jiangshi, and more were strewn about. The two of you were side by side on Satan’s bed with the curtains drawn, surrounded by haphazard stacks of even more books borrowed from the library. The dark candlelit ambiance was incredibly comforting. Being able to see in the dim lighting was such a convenient new trait.

“Can you turn into a bat?” Satan asked casually, as though reading a magazine personality test.

“No, I’ve tried,” you sighed. It was true. Good thing you were alone when you made the attempt, you wound up getting overzealous and ran into a wall.

“What about a firefly? Or snake?”

“I haven’t tried, but I don’t think so? Am I supposed to be able to do that?”

Satan grunted and flipped the book in his hand shut, swapping it out for another one in arm’s reach. “If you could do it, I’m sure you would know by now. Let’s look into what else might have changed.” He skimmed over a passage at random. It was quite impressive how his brilliant green eyes could dart back and forth over the text so quickly. “Have you come into contact with any holy water recently?”

“No…” You raised an eyebrow. “Holy water, in the Devildom?”

“Good point.” On to the next book.

He traced the pages with his finger as he poured over its content. Everything present were books he had read before, and they were all books he had read recently. Satan needed something to fill those long nights you were locked up after your attack. He needed to know what was happening to you and what they were doing to you at the castle. Were you going to be the person he loved when you came home? Were you ever even going to come home?

For the last month, Satan had been afraid. It was emotion he hadn’t felt in a long, long time. Something he had very little practice in bottling up like his wrath. The more he read about vampires, the more his fear grew. The more dread pooled in his gut. He would lash out at his brothers and hole up in his room, with each new book digging him into a deeper grave of tumultuous emotions.

An avalanche in his room nearly occurred when he heard you were home. When he saw the group text he had long been avoiding, Satan jumped up and raced to his bedroom door, carefully organized stacks be damned, to find that you had already come to pay him a visit.

“You’ve got to know a lot about vampires, right?” you asked. You were thinner than he remembered. There was something different about your eyes. Though, you didn’t have intestines wrapped around your neck or smoke billowing from your ears. Your size and age remained unchanged. It was too early to rule out extra hair and nipples, as one book described were characteristic of new vampires, but it wasn’t the right time to inquire about that.

“Yeah, come in,” he responded. He tried to hold back the audible high pitched relief in his tone.

Hardly an hour later, it felt just like old times. Reading late into the night, side-by-side with your knees touching. There was a bowl with some uncooked rice grains on the floor, but he was pleased to find that you had no interest in counting it. Satan had discovered a lot of what his books said didn’t apply to you. Whether that was because their contents were obsolete or because you were a special case, he wasn’t sure yet. His priority now was to watch over you and ensure a peaceful transition back to normal life.

‘The blood of a living mammal is a vampire’s required sustenance. It is harvested from the jugular vein or any equivalent artery close to the neck,’ he read. Demons weren’t exactly mammals, but they seemed to qualify.

“What are your eating habits like? Do you always need blood straight from the source, or can you pack some up and have it later?”

You crinkled your nose. “Packed stuff is edible, but it kind of starts to… coagulate. It reminds me of eating apple slices that’ve turned yellow and brown. I’d rather not.”

“Makes sense.” Satan lifted his eyes from the page to observe you with a solemn thoughtfulness. “Does it always have to be the neck?”

You didn’t know. He stared as you mulled the question over by opening and closing your mouth, mimicking the sensation and imagining how it might feel. Your new fangs were cute. “I don’t think so? Blood is blood, doesn’t matter where it comes from.”

“Should we test it out?” Satan suggested.

That was how you wound up on top of him as he lay across his bed. It was a tight squeeze, both of you were too caught up in the experiment to bother moving any books off. Satan suggested starting with his wrist and offered one up to you, but it looked bony and difficult to bite directly. That meant ankles were also out of the question. You felt going for a thigh was too brazen, and so settled on the next softest part you could think of. “What about here?”

You prodded Satan’s side. Just under his ribcage, where the muscle turned fleshy. His leg jerked. His foot sent an encyclopedia thudding to the ground.

“That’s fine,” he remarked, voice softer than normal, face flushed red with the blood you hoped to sample soon. “Ignore the book, it’s an outdated edition. I’ll get it later.”

“You sure?”

Satan was sure, if the decisive act of unbuttoning his shirt was any indicator. Just the bottom few would have sufficed, yet he undid them all and slipped an arm out of its sleeve.

“Can you reach? Should I lift my side more?” he asked.

“No, this looks good,” you replied, in more ways than one.

It was hard to find an optimal angle. You couldn’t just grab his torso and dig in with gusto. Satan was not a sandwich.

Nervous anticipation was visible in the way his stomach moved with each shallow breath. You placed a hand over his naval and latched your other arm over the side of the bed to maintain balance.

You warned him, “I’m gonna do it, okay?”

“Yeah. Any time.” Satan’s patience was tested to the max in such a vulnerable pose. He couldn’t see your face when he looked down. He would have to imagine it as he placed a supportive palm against your back.

Without further ado, you sunk your teeth into his skin. It wasn’t as easy as the neck. You needed to go deeper for any real nourishment and clamp down harder. He winced and sharply inhaled, his stomach fluttered beneath your fingers. Blood trickled into your mouth. It was richer, fattier than neck blood. You let it pool in order to enhance the flavor before lapping it up.

Satan did his best not to squirm under the sensation of your warm tongue pressed against his body, or think about how close you were to his lower half. He tried to keep his breathing steady and not get mad when you adjusted your hand over his naval, causing him to involuntarily bang his head against the headboard. Satan instead focused on the experience as a whole. This was interesting knowledge, he told himself. This kind of information can't be gleaned from a book.

Until now, vampires were pests. If any dared approach him, they’d be swatted away like mosquitoes or burned to a crisp with magic. Now that he’d be living with such a precious one, though, that way of thinking needed to change.

Sucking blood from Satan’s side was strenuous, tiring you out quicker. After one last big gulp, you sat up again, releasing the demon from your clutches. Saliva and blood dripped down your chin until you blotted it with your sleeve. Satan shivered when you lightly touched the fresh puncture marks, now starting to swell. “Did that hurt?”

His face still looked like a red brick wall. He missed you a lot in the time you were gone. As if breaking himself out of a trance, Satan cleared his throat. “No. The pain was negligible.” He lowered his voice to mumble, “it was just challenging in other ways.”

[squeakyducky]

He's so unreasonably attractive for no reason here it's so not fair 😞

[slutifer]

Lucifer: mc, you can’t just say “spit in my mouth” when one of us does something you deem attractive

mc: but why not??

Mammon: yeah it’s just saliva, what’s the problem??

Satan: did you know that saliva is almost entirely water? only 0.5 percent of it is anything else, but that tiny portion is full of useful enzymes-proteins that speed up chemical reactions-

Lucifer: stop-

Satan: among these are amylase and ptyalin, which begin to break down sugars in carbohydrates while they are still in our mouths. if we chew a starchy food like bread or potato for a bit longer than normal, we will soon notice a sweetness. unfortunately, bacteria in our mouths like that sweetness, too-

Lucifer: STOP-

Satan: they devour the liberated sugars and excrete acids, which drill through human teeth and give them cavities. other enzymes, notably lysozyme-which was discovered by human scientist alexander fleming before he stumbled onto penicillin-attack many invading pathogens, but not the ones that cause tooth decay, alas.

Satan: …

Lucifer: …

mc: …

mc: spit in my mouth

Lucifer: MC

[bluewolfangel01]

Mc tends to accidently falls asleep around the HoL after an exhausting day, like on the couch in the living room or library. Now the question is what do the brothers do if they stumble upon said sleeping Mc?

Lucifer

He'll pick up and carry Mc somewhere else, away from any interruptions that the other brothers might (will definitely) bring

His room is the most ideal place for that since his brothers don't enter his room

He'll lay Mc down on his bed and admire them and their peaceful face for a minute or two

Depending on how much work he has to do, he'll either stay and cuddle or he'll sadly have to leave to return to his work

Mammon

He'll also pick up Mc and take them to his room

Difference is he'll stay and cuddle with them, with him being the big spoon most of the time

His human deserves only the best and most relaxing sleep of all, which of course means that he has to cuddle with them to protect them from nightmares or in case his brothers trying to pester them

Theres no other solution

Levithan

Sadly he won't pick up Mc and take them to his room

Instead he'll go get one of his extra cozy merch blankets to drape onto Mc so that they don't get cold

He might even get one of his pillows to place under Mc's head too

He might feel like he's not able to do much or anything for Mc sometimes, nevertheless he'll try to help Mc have a decent nap as best he can

Satan

First, he's going to make sure he has a book, if he doesn't, he goes to get one then comes back

After that, he'll carefully move Mc so he can lay down on the couch too and then lays them on top of him

He likes feeling Mc softly breathing against him while he reads

Sometimes he'll move them to his room if he doesn't feel social enough that day but still wants quality Mc cuddle time

Asmodeus

Pictures, he's going to take just a few all the pictures of Mc's cute sleeping face

Maybe experiment with some nail design ideas that he has (Mc knows he does this and allows it)

If Mc is still sleeping, he might sit on the couch, move their head to lay on his lap, and brush their hair

It's rare that he naps with, but if he does, he lays on top of Mc and hugs them like a giant teddy bear

Beelzebub

He'd lay down and put Mc on top of him

However, he wouldn't be able to do so for long since he'll start to get hungry quick and will have to get up again

The solution? Carry around Mc in his arms or on his back, similar to what he does with Belphie

He'll even put his jacket on Mc so they don't get cold

If he comes across Belphie while carrying Mc, it's Attic Sandwhich cuddle time

Belphegor

Immediately will lay on top of Mc

Will hug his cow print pillow in one arm and has his other arm wrapped around Mc

Doesn't bother with bringing a blanket, he makes a great heat source all on his own

If Mc is having a dream, he's going to make sure they dont have any bad ones

He knows Mc is exhausted and wants to make sure they get as much rest as they need to feel better again

[meowsgirldrawing]

Many Kisses~ (PolyAU! Obey me!)

Note: I got no excuse for the last one, the demons just love their human too much <3 (And MC is just loving life)

[temis-de-leon]

Pick me girls and OM! Brothers - Part 2

Characters: Satan, Asmo, Beel and Belphie (x reader, separately)

Part 1 - Lucifer, Mammon and Levi (x reader, separately)

Part 3 - Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon and Simeon (x reader, separately)

Masterlist

CW: pick me girl behavior, one of these girls is actually really stupid, suggestive, mentions of sex between the brothers and mc, mentions of violence, a bit of magic, mentions of cheating (not actual cheating), nightmares, implied death, jealous mc, some fluff, some hurt, some comfort, still ooc but i had even more fun

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Satan

Your boyfriend looked more offended than you ever had the chance to feel.

The cashier at the bookstore barely had the time to say anything about her supposed romance with the demon before he appeared in his signature pose: a hand in his hip and the other one over his chest.

He had been a regular for years and you didn't know if the girl had been delusional enough to believe she had something with him or if she was just jealous and wanted to make you feel bad.

You weren't sure which one was sadder.

"Am I hearing this correctly?" he said with spite, distracting you from your own thoughts "Are you so daft you were considering me reciprocating your feelings?"

The girl lowered her gaze, clearly embarrassed, and for a moment you felt guilty. Maybe she really thought she had something mutual going on with Satan; a crush that went too far in her own imagination.

She proved you wrong, however, when not only did she give you a side eye, but also said the most stupidest thing one could ever muster.

"Well, obviously you are so daft you chose them over me"

You couldn't waste time on feeling hurt; not when Satan was showing his fangs, letting his tail scratch the floor as it lashed behind him. As hot as he looked like this, it was not the moment nor the place to show his demon form in a fit of rage.

The stupid cashier seemed proud of getting a reaction out of him, finally catching his attention. Maybe she was a demon of wrath too? Maybe that's how she flirted with other demons?

The poor thing would be lucky if she ever lived to see another day.

Let her discover that fact on her own.

"She's not worth it, Satan" you urged, pushing him to the door "Let's go to that cat cafe you mentioned earlier. You said they had new kittens, right?"

That seemed to do the trick.

He looked at you with love, still mixed with anger and bewilderment, but not enough for you not to hold his hand and lean against him.

"I'm sorry, my dear" he murmured, then he spoke louder "Do not believe a word she said"

"I would never"

"Good"

He nodded to himself, like the idea of you believing the cashier was too stupid to even consider it, but neither of you could ignore how his hand stiffened in yours for a second.

"Let's go see some kittens" you said in a singing voice, leading him in the street towards your destination.

You failed to see the adoration in his eyes.

Asmo

This succubus dated Asmo long before you were even an idea in your parents' minds and she wanted you to keep that in mind.

She wanted you to know that everything you knew, she knew better (a blatant lie) and that Asmo preferred experience over novelty (ew).

"I remember the times we went to the sauna and... Oh, sorry, does he take you to the sauna?"

"He invited me a couple of times, yes" but I had to say no or else I would've boiled alive.

"And does he...?"

Does he. Does he. Does he.

He does. HE DOES. HE DEFINITELY DOES.

In which moment did you think going to The Fall was a better plan than doing each other's skincare routine while making fun of 50 shades of Grey?

The both of you could be criticizing that poor excuse of BDSM right now (before recreating the correct version), but, instead, Asmo was ordering the girliest cocktail ever made while this Camila Cabello wannabe harassed you.

"...that was a little joke between us"

Lord Diavolo she just kept going.

"I'm so happy you remember so well your past relationship with him" you intervened with a strain in your voice, "but maybe it's time for you to stop and leave"

The succubus smirked with a smugness that made your innards burn from the inside out.

"Don't get jealous! I'm sure he loves you too"

Oh my Lord.

The lion, the witch and the audacity of this bitch.

"Hon', look at this!"

There he came, your savior, dressed in a skimpy dress with hands full of shimmery drinks and a glint in his very beautiful loving eyes.

"They didn't have human beverages, but I swear the taste is impeccable, you'll love it! Just let me take a picture for Devilgram first"

Camila Cabello, as you had finally decided to call her, cleared her throat in search of the demon's attention. Asmodeus looked in her direction, obviously trying to remember who she was.

"Asmo, baby!" she was nothing but a smile full teeth and a mission. Her gaze a little desperate "Remember me?"

Her determination died, however, when Asmo's expression turned shocked after studying her. He grasped his chest in sorrow as he asked the funniest question you could hear at the moment.

"What are you wearing?"

Camila Cabello was finally at a loss of words and you briefly wondered if this had ever happened to her.

"If you're gonna meddle in my relationship with MC at least take effort in looking decent"

His expression was sweet, saccharine, but there was an underlying seriousness in his voice.

He was so beautiful. And he was all yours.

Beel

She was one of the boys, apparently. Beel had definitely never mentioned her, but the girl only laughed when you told her that.

"Wow, controlling much? Does he have to tell you about every friend?"

Well, no, Beel didn't have to inform you about everyone he's ever met, but your boyfriend was sweet enough to want you in every aspect of his life, thus introducing you to his friends, his teammates and even his gym bros.

Definitely not to this girl.

You looked at her in disbelief, licking your teeth with a calculating glance. How much would Beel care if you hit this airhead with a dumbbell?

"We hang out together almost every day" she boasted, twisting a strand of her hair around her finger "It's not even weird for me to be in the boys locker room"

Were you strong enough to throw a dumbbell?

Surely she'd rather be with them instead of you if she was 'one of the boys', no? Why would she be in the bleachers with you, waiting for the team to finish their training, when she could be in any other part of the field doing exercise or playing for another sport?

"I'm not making you insecure, am I?" asked the girl in poorly faked innocence "If he loves you so much you should have nothing to worry about"

"Oh, I trust him" you assured her, but you didn't sound as confident as you wanted to. Although Beel never gave you any reasons to doubt him, it was difficult to defend your relationship when this girl was so convinced everyone was in love with her.

"That's so cool"

You decided to ignore her and her mocking tone, hoping to end the conversation right there, but she just kept talking. It was obvious she wanted to get under your skin.

For what? you wondered. Did she expect Beel to leave you if she batted her lashes fast enough? Did she know Beel at all??

"Oh, Beely!"

You cringed with a scowl visible to everyone around you. Some of Beel's teammates laughed at your missfortune, while the others, the ones you liked best, turned around in horror and left without a second glance.

Wether he was oblivious or just didn't care, Beel wasted no time in running towards you with a smile on his face.

"Did you see me?" he asked, looking up to you with a boyish grin and brightened eyes.

"I'm always looking at you"

Beel blushed, his smile still obvious in his face, but he couldn't get another word in before the girl talked again.

"I was looking at you too"

You rolled your eyes and Beel immediately stared at you with a curious glance. He hummed in response, ignoring her once again as he reached out for your hand to caress your knuckles.

"There's a new limited edition menu in a restaurant near RAD"

No questions added nor needed. You smiled at him and nodded, bringing his hand to your lips to kiss it. A promise for later.

"Noo, we used to go there so much..."

"Can you stop?" Beel interrupted her with a deadpan expression "You're making MC uncomfortable"

The girl looked at him in surprise, mouth wide open, clearly not expecting to be snapped at.

She didn't dare to look at you after that.

Belphie

It wasn't the first time you dreamt about this girl and it wasn't the first time you dreamt about her stealing your sloth of a boyfriend.

She wasn't some mystery girl, but rather Belphie's old seatmate, the one he had before you were kidnapped admitted in RAD. A quiet doe-eyed succubus that looked at him like he was the best thing that ever happened to both human and demon mankind.

She'd tried to sit next to him a couple of times with no avail, always getting rejected in your favor. Then, Belphie and you started dating and she stopped trying. You'd innocently thought she'd surrendered.

But not only did she search for him the very few times you guys weren't next to each other, she also ignored you completely when you were there.

Ignoring her back was easier said than done.

And this time, the oniric version of her wasn't just stealing your boyfriend. This time, he was willingly going to her, making your heart hurt so much it made you wake up with what felt like broken ribs.

It took you a couple of minutes to pull yourself together and not push Belphie away when he brought you back to his chest. The image of him kissing her while looking at you was engraved in your mind.

So, although sweating and hurting both from your heart and your confidence, you forced yourself to sleep.

You didn't notice just how awake Belphie was.

Back when you were still friends, you had allowed him to introduce himself into your slumber each time you had a nightmare. Images of you dying under the jaws and claws of faceless demons disappeared faster when the real Belphie was there. Ironic, isn't it?

He tried to stop every single one of them, but sometimes he was so deep in his own dreams it was proved to be impossible.

You thought this was one of those occasions, but, alas, you were wrong.

Days passed without any new event and Belphie mentioned nothing about your initial irrational coldness towards him, which made you feel a tiny bit better. Eventually you'd get so embarrassed about the situation that you had no other option but to dote on him like the brat he was, leading to a whole weekend sprawled over his bed in the attic.

The girl was still there, although not as persistent with Belphie, and she avoided you like the plague, with fright in her eyes.

So he did something about her, didn't he? But how did he know? And what did he do? You wanted to ask, curious as ever, but as time went by and the eyebags under her eyes started to occupy her entire face, you decided against it.

Barely a month later she disappeared without leaving trace. And since Belphie didn't even acknowledge her at all, why would you?

Tagging a little more: @hello-gloomy @the-sassiest-toaster @hero-nii-blog @yourlocalyin @elaemae

[blacksheepoftheclass]

Both Satan and Mammon have been banned from naming days , lmao.

Taken from the OM wiki.

[bertieorangy]

MC : Only geniuses are able say these four words quickly.

MC : Eye. Yam. Stew. Peed.

Satan, reading his book : No one is going to fall for that—

Mammon, way too proudly : IAMSTUPID—

Satan : ..except for Mammon.

[ackermai07]

MC: patting a street cat "this cat is so adorable!"

Satan: starts patting MC "this cat is adorable too."

[devildomwriter]

Cuddly Cat Couples II

Others

[zephyrchama]

Seeing Satan interact with strays around the RAD campus gives you an idea. You decide to try it out when he's alone in the household library later.

As usual, he invites you to sit with him. When no one else is around, it's fine if you sit in his lap. It's your special privilege.

You take a peek at what he's reading. It looks boring, though his eyes are glued to the page. His blue irises shift in the light as they go back and forth across the page. It's a pretty sight.

When you raise a hand to his cheek, Satan leans his face into your palm. A natural gesture. He doesn't even look up. It signals the perfect time to put your plan into action. You begin to move your fingertips, gently scratching around the bottom of his ear in small circles. Just barely grazing his skin with your nails.

He stiffens with a look of pure confusion. Concentration broken, his gaze is finally directed at you.

Now that he's not distracted by the novel, your other hand makes its way to the crown of his head for more scritches. You go back and forth, mimicking the satisfying way Satan always does it to the strays around town. His soft blonde hair parts easily as you lightly scratch at his scalp.

"What do you think you're doing?" A blush spreads across his entire face, from cheek to ear. Perhaps your experiment went too far.

"I thought you'd like this," you admit. It seems to have the opposite effect, though. Instead of relaxing, Satan was straining his entire body. His grip on the chair's arm dug into its upholstery. You drop your hands and opt to lean against him instead.

He places his book aside. "I do. Why did you stop?"

"Really?" With newfound confidence, you graze two fingernails against the bottom of his chin, working in small zig zags. "So you like this?"

His breathing turns erratic. Satan grabs your wrist in an oddly strong hold and orders, "wait. Not here."

In a rush, he clutches you against his chest and stands up. There's so much force behind his movement, the armchair skids back several paces. It'll be faster if Satan carries you, and you can keep scratching his chin while he walks.

"Come with me, we'll try this out again in my room."

[squeakyducky]

Seriously what's with MC always landing on top of Satan 😆

SURE lemme sit on your lap mammon 🤭

[xxgrimml0vrxx]

♡ Satan has bad days. Who doesn’t? But when Satan has a bad day he tends to destroy half the house or lock himself in his room for a few years at a time.

For a demon that’s not particularly abnormal, but after a human (you) moved into the house Satan tries to do it less.

Right from the start there was something unique about you and he was intrigued. Now that you’ve grown closer that hasn’t changed, but now you’ve gotten pretty good at noticing when Satan is having a bad day.

And you know a few little tricks that can snap him right out of it, head-butting is one. Walk up to him and bonk your forehead against his, not too hard now this is supposed to be sweet. Almost immediately Satan’s whole face lights up and he starts rubbing his cheek against yours. He’s rather cat like.

Another thing you can try is wearing cat ears into his bedroom when you take him some snacks, again his face lights up the second he lays eyes on you and he pulls you to sit on his lap.

The last one is possible the simplest. Ask him to read to you anything you’d like or let him pick the book. Satan would drop anything in a heartbeat to have you sit with him and read together. ♡

[bluewolfangel01]

I headcanon that if the brothers are reminiscing about the old days back up in the celestial realm Mc and Satan will hold hands

Mc, or my Mc specifically, has a slight issue with their self image after og lesson 16 and when in a dark place they feel like they're nothing other than a Lilith copy

Mc doesnt hate Lilith btw ( it's mainly the brothers' fault)

Also sometimes feels excluded/sad cause they weren't around for the brothers' angel days

We've seen Satan have issues as well about feeling excluded when the brother bring up the angel days

Although he saw some things through Luci's eyes, he didn't see everything

So Mc and Satan will hold hands as a way to say "You're not alone, I'm here for you even if it feels like they arent."

[meowsgirldrawing]

More Papa Demons cause why tf not?

Girl Daddos

Of course we need the mama bear <3