#satan x y/n

[kisskuni]

sleeping with him

↳ how it would be to sleep with him. [all brothers x gn!reader]

tags: fluff, like one swear in beel’s

notes: anonymous requested sleeping with the brothers headcanons! i hope you enjoy :) i got carried away with lucifer’s i’m not sorry

lucifer ━━━

i feel like he’s the most normal sleeper of the brothers. doesn’t toss and turn or anything, but he does sleep on his back in mummy position………..

anyway, i also feel like he’s really warm to snuggle up to — in part he because only sleeps in sweats pants.

convincing him to let you sleep with him is probably the hardest part. not because he doesn’t want to, but because he doesn’t want himself to be that vulnerable in the presence of someone

therefore, he’ll likely only sleep in the same bed with you if you’re in an established relationship or something close to it.

the actually sleeping with him part is peaceful

his bed sheets are silky and undeniably comfortable. his favorite cuddle position is for you to fall asleep laying on his chest, he’ll ignore his arm falling asleep and deny it happens every single night.

additionally, he sleeps very little. you’d think the nights of going to bed so late and waking up so early would send him into sleep debt, but no he just doesn’t need as much sleep apparently.

so, be prepared for his alarm at 6 in the morning. he won’t wake you up past the alarm, but it will go off.

if you do wake up to it, he’ll feel bad and attempt to tuck you back to bed, sweet little forehead head kisses and all included.

(if you don’t wake up to it he gives you the forehead kiss anyway)

mammon ━━━

10/10 a cuddler. it does not matter the circumstances; it can be the middle of a hot summer day and he is still going to be cuddled up to you

ok well he’s gonna try to anyway. he falls asleep cuddled up to you but by morning he is somehow spread eagle and lost a sock?

he kicked you off the bed once

i feel like he also has a mini fridge by his bed LMAO he uses it to store water in bc he wakes up thirsty in the middle of the night all the time..

he wakes up late, always. if you have an alarm set you have to drag him out of bed, or else he WILL be sleeping in.

there’s also a 50/50 chance that he’ll not let you get out of bed in the morning anyway.

leviathan ━━━

you’d def have to tell him multiple times that you want to sleep in his bed, established relationship or not. he just won’t believe you the first few times.

after u convince him… sleeping is strange.

he sleeps in a bathtub and it’s not much comfier than it looks. it is for him because he’s used to it, but not really for you.

he tries his best though! he puts down cushions and covers the sides in blankets.

i think therefore cuddling is kind of a given though. the bathtub is bigger than a normal sized one but it’s not big enough for two people to sleep comfortably, especially not without touching each other.

that means cuddling mostly looks like one of you sleeping half on top of the other :)

he sleeps late usually, but he’s not as bad about waking up early as you might think.

although if you asked him to come to bed early he would jump at the idea, he’s wasting absolutely no time

satan ━━━

satan ends up passing out on the couch in his room most nights, but he does sleep in bed occasionally lol

but! whenever you mention wanting to stay the night and sleep in his bed, he’s suddenly sleeping in his own bed every night. he always has, what do you mean you remember him sleeping on the armchair before?

he sleeps on his stomach or his side mostly. he doesn’t cuddle all that much but he does like touching you in some way, be it his hands resting against you or your leg thrown across his

that said, he’s not against cuddling if you want to

he sleeps very little as well, sleeping late and rising early. he’s careful not wake you up when he rises, though there is a 50/50 chance that he just lays back down and sleeps some more if you aren’t awake when he is.

he doesn’t toss or turn in his sleep much, but he does whenever he’s stressed or you’ve had an argument

also a light sleeper. please don’t kick him in your sleep; he will wake up and never tell you you’re half the reason he can’t sleep

asmodeus ━━━

he’s so excited!! makes you do his nighttime routine with him and everything.

his taste in bed sheets is luxury, of course. the sheets and pillowcases are silky, his blankets light but incredibly fluffy.

he definitely sleeps nakey if he’s alone but for your sake he wears shorts to sleep (they’re silky and match his bedsheets?? somehow???)

he has a pretty normal sleep schedule, sleeping and waking up at pretty reasonable times

that said, he’s not immune to when you roll over all sleepy-eyed and ask for five more minutes. he will thoroughly enjoy an extra hour or two of sleep.

he wakes up pretty and it’s almost sickening at times. where is his bed head. where.

side sleeper but will sleep in whatever position you want him to if you want to cuddle with him, he just likes being close to and being able to touch you :)

beelzebub ━━━

he sleeps like a brick.

he also sleeps on his back and would absolutely love for you to sleep on his stomach

don’t hit him with the “im gonna crush you” bullshit either i’m fairly sure he could get hit by a small car and walk it off

anyway! he also has a fairly normal sleep schedule, but if he doesn’t have any where to be, there’s a good chance he’ll turn the alarm off and fall back asleep

he’s weirdly clingy in his sleep as well? he could be passed out and still wrap his arms around you when you try to get up

sleeps in pajama pants but usually no shirt. if you want him to, he’ll gladly put on a t-shirt or tank top though i want to eat his biceps

he’s good about not tossing and turning in his sleep but it’s not an impossibility. u have been crushed by him on multiple occasions i am so sorry.

belphegor ━━━

ok i know ur thinking “ok he’s the sleep demon of course he’s the best to sleep with-“

WRONG. ur wrong. he snores like a fright train and sleeps like a zombie

he talks in his sleep SO bad. you have had multiple conversations with him that he just fully does not remember in the morning

that said, he’s so comfy to sleep on and he’s super down to cuddle in whatever way that you prefer to

because he sleeps at odd times, his circadian rhythm is messed up. however, since you’ve asked to start sleeping with him, he’s made an attempt to fix it to some degree to make sure you’re sleeping at the same times.

he’ll ask you to stay with him when he naps as well but he doesn’t always expect you to sleep

he sleeps in pajamas but if he’s hot he’ll lose his shirt sometimes

he also has some sort of control over dreams. it’s not every night, but he does make an effort to visit your dreams and keep your nightmares at bay on a regular basis :)

[trueshellz]

Imagine how angry Satan must be when MC disappears in the current timeline. I'm just imagining the pure rage on his face when he realises that all the calls haven't been picked up, your room empty to a point that the last book you were reading is left open on the bed. The hot drink you made left on the side cabinet, still steaming and your uniform is left behind your door ready for tomorrow. The thump in his steps, something that the brothers haven't heard in a long time as he marxhes through the house to Solomon. Then holding Solomon by the neck against as he slams him against the wall with a hard crash, the pictures and ornaments falling down with a crash.

"Where. Are. They?"

"Now, now Satan. Just ca-"

"Don't! Tell me to calm down. You better figure out where they want and bring them back. NOW!"

[chrollogy]

THE ACT OF SPITE

— satan x f! reader MC feat. lucifer

syn: The Avatar of Wrath knows just what would infuriate the prideful demon the most—that is, fucking you against the door to Lucifer’s secret office, all while he’s inside it.

18+ MDNI; nsfw, smut, exhibitionism, semi-public sex (inside the HoL library), unprotected sex, creampie, masturbation (m), horny luci, satan being a lil shit to lucifer, pet name (darling), not proofread.

word count: 1.9k

notes: divider: cafekitsune. hello! this is a repost. this fic was previously posted on my old deactivated account so i’m not plagiarising anyone. enjoy :>

this was wrong. sinful. lewd. hell, those words were far beyond what you and satan were doing right this very moment—there weren’t any words to describe how naughty your actions were but with every single thrust of the fourth-born’s hips, those thoughts of hesitancy slowly slipped from your mind. buried with the surge of lust clouding your thoughts as satan’s pace didn’t let up, not even once. his hips pushing into your own with such drive, and desperation that your lower back painfully digs further into the edges of the shelves.

that’s right. you were inside the library, most importantly, your back flush against the door to lucifer’s secret office—satan made sure of it. the worst part wasn’t even having sex in the library, it was the fact that you two were doing it right outside lucifer’s private study while he’s inside. oh, satan has seen the way his eldest brother looks at you with intent. the way lucifer’s scarlet eyes hungrily trace your figure with each opportunity he gets, not even trying to hide the fact that he’s practically eye-fucking you. satan still remembers the swirling storm inside him, the anger that bubbled at the pit of his stomach from the way his older brother eyed you. now, he just can’t help but remind lucifer who you belonged to.

the soft ember glow from the fireplace cast the side of satan’s handsome face, sweat glimmering from the fire, painting the colours of the sunset upon his fair skin—golden hair that stuck to his forehead tinged with streaks of reds and oranges; emerald irises full of lust mixed with a scarlet hue, his features fading into an angry red. wrath. you were sure that’s what he was feeling, he always did. your nails dug into the fabric of his shoulders, legs wrapped around his slender waist tightening with every jolt of your body. “s-satan—ah!” you moaned, heated and desperate just how he liked it. the corner of his mouth tugged upward, satan was sure that your erotic sounds were loud enough to reach the other side of the door. enough to disrupt lucifer from his work.

satan bit his lip from the way you felt around him, your warm walls hugging his cock so tightly, so deliciously that it made his emerald eyes roll to the back of his head. he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer with how you squeezed him, and that was fine but he needed to make the most of it—he needed you to be louder. satan’s nails painfully dug into the edge of the bookshelf, heavy balls slapping your ass with every thrust of his hips. arousal dripped down to his balls, creating wet noises that filled your ears—a white ring forming at the base of his cock. fuck, it was naughty. the vast library was filled with your’s and satan’s sounds mixed with wet squelches, and the crackling of fire. you didn’t need to worry about being caught by the other brothers; belphegor was up in the attic, fast asleep, and leviathan was having a TSL marathon while the rest of them had gone out, leaving satan and lucifer down here.

thud. thud. thud. the door to lucifer’s secret office cried from satan’s unwavering pace. inside the private study, a blanket of blush covered lucifer’s face, cheeks heating up from the obvious activity happening outside the room. he didn’t know whether to curse his younger brother for vexing him like this, or to feel flustered at the lewd noises coming from your throat—the way you cry out satan’s name every now and then with such desperation, such passion that he almost wished it was his name rolling off your tongue. that he was the one making you feel pleasured. lucifer’s free hand curled into a fist, the papers beneath his palm crinkling at the movement. the tent in his pants grew with every sound you made, erotic images of you clouding his mind; imagining the way your brows furrow in pleasure, lips parted, completely lost in lust.

lucifer’s heart pounded against his chest, the half-done report before him sprawled on his desk, already forgotten. “satan. . what will i do with you. . ?” his voice was quiet but it seethed with fury. he knew his younger brother disliked him but not to the extent of fucking you right outside his private study. lucifer didn’t exactly know what satan gained from . . this but he wasn’t surprised with how territorial his brother was. especially when it came to you. the thuds of the door mixed with your heated moans engulfed lucifer’s ears. he didn’t even notice his eyes were closed—relishing in your sounds—until he snapped them open, startled from the wooden ink pen breaking in half from the tight grip.

dropping the broken pen on the desk, he leaned back into his chair, placing a forearm atop his closed eyes while the other rested on his thigh. it tingled. his palm tingled against his clothed thigh, as if urging him to do something about the growing problem at the apex of his legs—urging him to relieve himself with the help of your sounds. it wouldn’t hurt anyone, right? merely fisting himself at the thought of you wasn’t going to be the most sinful thing he’s done. lucifer had already committed the gravest sin of his life, it led to his downfall. this is nothing.

back in the library, your soft moans didn’t satisfy satan, he needed more from you. removing his hands from the shelf behind you, satan snaked them down to your ass, palms flat against the heated bare skin. a string of loud moans and curses left your parted lips as he bounced you on his cock. “o-oh my—fuck . .! aah! just like that, satan!” “y-yeah? you like that?” satan’s lips ghosted over your own before sealing you into a kiss. the kiss was messy, spit coating the corners of your mouths, teeth clashing—he chased your parted lips with every bounce of your body. satan made sure not to swallow your whimpers down, he needed lucifer to hear how good he was making you feel. he needed lucifer to know that he’s the only one who can make you moan like this.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head, bottom lip trapped between your teeth from pure bliss. the slight change in angle enabled his cock to reach much deeper into you, allowing you to feel every ridge when you clenched around him. satan’s cock had a slight curve to it, and the way it repeatedly hit your cervix over and over again made it more pleasurable—sending electrifying shocks up your spine. goosebumps formed under the fourth-born’s lips as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, and down the side of your sweaty neck—sucking and biting at the supple skin, leaving a hues of dark red and purple. satan marvelled at the masterpiece peppered on your skin before licking a long, flat stripe up your neck and nibbling at the lobe of your ear.

he didn’t shy away from groaning directly into your ear, harsh pants escaping his parted lips, mixed with broken, endless praises. satan knew the effect his voice had on you, especially when he sung praises to you—he didn’t miss the way you squeezed around him with every praise muttered into your ear. he cursed at the pleasure, a heated gasp and a desperate whisper of your name coming from him. this spurred him on, harshly bouncing you on his cock with all his strength—you swear he’s about to leave handprints on your ass with how hard he’s gripping them.

it was getting too much, you could feel the coil deep in your stomach beginning to unravel. your body grew limp from pleasure, simply leaning onto satan’s front and letting him have his way with you. all you could really do was cry out his name and run your nails down his clothed back. satan groaned, relishing at the way your moans travelled straight to his ear—specs of white slowly clouded his vision, and his fingers dug into the supple flesh of your ass. he was close. “s-satan—ngh! fuck fuck fuck! ‘m cumming!” broken shallow pants left your lips. holding his emerald gaze, lids heavy with lust, “that’s it—haah! let go for me, my darling.” satan breathed out, knees buckling from pleasure. he was close too.

leaning against the other side of the door was lucifer, pants unbuttoned, and pulled down just enough to take his cock out. his wrist between was between his teeth to muffle moans as he fisted his cock to your sounds. it was heavenly, even the angels up at the celestial realm couldn’t compare to the way your voice sounded. he let out harsh breaths, each one shaky from how his fingers curled around his hard cock. lucifer teased the sensitive slit with his thumb, knees almost giving in from the immense pleasure. with his back against the door, he could hear things much better—the skin slapping, the wet noises, the heated gasps, all of it. how lewd but lucifer didn’t care, he had one thing in mind: cumming. he sped up the pace, synching it with your shallow pants and hoping to reach his orgasm the same time as you.

both of you sung in unison, cries of pleasure filling the entire library as you reached your orgasm. your legs tightened around satan’s waist, every muscle in your body turning taut as shocks of hot, white pleasure ran throughout your body, making your toes curl. satan let out one last cry of your name before sheathing his cock deep inside you and letting go—thick ribbons of white shamelessly painting your insides as he came. he rode out both your orgasms by giving you shallow thrusts, fucking his cum deeper, and earning a small whimper from you.

lucifer couldn’t believe himself—he came to the sound of you desperately moaning his younger brother’s name. white, hot liquid dripped coated his digits and down to his wrist; chest heaving up and down, attempting to catch his breath. lucifer stayed that way for a while, leaning against the door to try and compose himself as his head spun with pleasure. his lust-clouded mind soon cleared, pleasure that coursed through his body faded into fury. he was seething with rage—enough for satan to smell the scent of wrath. his brother dared to disrespect his private space, not only that but also by performing such a brazen act.

he knew. lucifer knew this was just to spite him, that was part of satan’s personality—to defy, and vex him. it was fine, he handled everything satan threw his way but using you? oh, that’s a whole different story. lucifer felt like satan has got him wrapped around his finger with how he practically jumped at the opportunity to fist himself to your sounds. it mocked him—putting him in his place, and letting him know that he was never going to experience the pleasure of being inside you because you were satan’s.

satan smirked into the kiss as he caught a whiff of the familiar smell that emanated from the other side of the door—the smell of wrath. the essence that he was more than familiar with; the essence that embodied his very own existence. pulling away from the kiss, his emerald eyes traced your features, giving your sweaty forehead a chaste kiss, “you did so well.” satan breathed, eyes glimmering with adoration. you didn’t miss the hint of mischief behind it, though.

but before you could reply, satan parted his lips to speak once again, a smug look on his handsome face,

“isn’t that right, lucifer?”

[anintrovertedechoe]

satan: im an intellectual

cat:

satan: meow meow meow X3 ? meow meow :3

[angelsrcute]

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.

[nanawritesit]

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.

[obeymetwitter]

[white-sinner]

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]

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.

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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

[arvandus]

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.”

[star-centric]

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.

[leviathans-watching]

➳ satan x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

➳ .2k | rated g | m.list

“i love spring,” you say, inhaling deeply and spreading your arm wide to take in as much sun as possible, “and i’m definitely ready for summer.”

satan sniffles, wiping at his nose. “what did you say this stuff was called again?”

you giggle. “what, pollen?”

satan scowls. “this is worse than anything we have down in the devildom. it’s like a slow torture.”

“oh, you’ll be fine,” you dismiss. “but if it’s really bad, you can head back in.”

“you’re staying out here?”

“well, yeah!” you reply. “it’s the first nice day we’ve had in ages. of course i’m staying out here.”

“well then i’m staying out here as well,” satan says, folding his arms across his chest. the stern, noble effect is somewhat belayed by the fact that his eyes appear to be watering something awful.

you feel bad, but not bad enough to go in. he’s a big boy and can take care of himself.

“fine. just don’t itch your eyes, okay? i know you think it’ll make you feel better, but you’re wrong.”

you continue to walk, spotting a beautiful flowering tree.

“these smell so good!” you say to satan, who leans over to see for himself.

then erupts into violent sneezing. oops.

leviathans-watching's work - please do not copy, repost, or claim as your own

[anintrovertedechoe]

MC: hey satan-

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

MC: what if i give you a kissie kiss

satan: nya :3

[softxsuki]

i wanted to know for the urgent request if it could be for the obey me! boys, mammon, levi, satan, asmo, and barbatos when reader has been really down and depressed and even told them they thought about committing so they comfort them for it? i haven't gotten any comforting recently and i love your writing so i was hoping you could do this :( <3

Obey Me Boys Comforting Reader With Depression

TW: PLEASE DON'T READ IF MENTIONS OF DEPRESSION, SELF-HARM, AND THOUGHTS OF SUC*DE WILL MAKE YOU FEEL WORSE RATHER THAN COMFORT YOU. THANKS

Pairing: Mammon x Gn!Reader, Levi(OM) x Gn!reader, Satan x Gn!reader, Asmo x Gn!Reader, Barbatos x Gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of self-harming and old/new scars, depression, and mentions of reader wanting/thinking of taking their own life

Genre: Comfort

Post-Type: Headcanons

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: In which the boys find out that MC is feeling depressed and thought of taking their own life, and that they also self-harm, so they provide MC with comfort in their own way :)

[A/N: Kya!!! Thank you so much for trusting me with your urgent request! I hope I did an okay job with it. It's been a little while since I last played Obey me, so I cam very much behind with it (and I'm stuck on the regular game bc I can't level up mu cards fast enough. rip) but I really hope this brings you some kind of comfort. I'm here if you ever need anyone to talk to if if you just need someone to listen to you. Feel better soon <333]

Mammon:

Mammon notices the sudden change in your mood straight away since he’s always around you

He does his best to try and cheer you up without directly confronting you about it

So he’d invite you out with him and might even spoil you with pretty things in hopes that using his money on you helps distract you from whatever you’re feeling

But that all changes when he sees your self-harm scars

Fear fills him and he knows he can’t just avoid the topic anymore, he doesn’t want to see you in pain or have you harm yourself anymore

So one day when you’re out with him in town, he softly takes your hand and leads you to a bench away from the hustle and bustle of the town

He’s a little cautious, he’s not really good with being direct about his feelings, especially not with you because he gets so nervous and this was serious…he was scared to mess up

“Y’know MC…I may not be the best person to go to about troubling things in your life, but I want ya to know that I’m here for you. I…don’t want to lose you. Actually, I can’t lose you–never. So maybe things are hard for ya right now, but you’re one of the most important people in my life. Your problems are The Great Mammon’s problems as well, so let me in, won’t ya?”

He’s awkwardly rubbing his neck now as he feels his face heating up, but at least he got everything he wanted to say out

So when you do open up to him about your depression, self-harm, and thoughts of taking your own life, he feels relieved that you are finally speaking about it with someone, but he’s also scared that you’ve been feeling that way and he had been trying to ignore it for so long

He’s scared to let you out of his sight after that, so if he shows up to your room at 3am with a spare pillow, you know why

Mammon’s always inviting you to his room as well so you can watch stuff together until you fall asleep

Extra clingy Mammon who’ll probably bug you about how you’re feelings every few minutes, but at least you know someone cares

You’d find all your issues slowly dissolving as he covers you with love and attention, just don’t block him out

Leviathan:

Oh boy, Levi is very overdramatic when he finds out what’s been going on with you

He’s beyond scared to lose you–you’re his only best friend after all, the one who truly understands him and cares for him unconditionally

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t realize MC. I’m such a good-for-nothing. I can’t even tell when the person I care about the most is going through a tough time. Y-you’re amazing MC! You’re one of the best people I know, unlike all these other normies out there. You’re always so kind to me and I just hate that I couldn’t be there for you when you needed me…”

Yeah, he’s definitely beating himself up about it because how could he not realize???

“You’re always here for me, that’s why you’re the only one I felt comfortable telling this to. Please don’t blame yourself…I kinda didn’t want anyone to know at first; I thought I could deal with it on my own…” You’d explain to him

He’s a little relieved to hear it, but it still won’t make him feel any better

Levi is always throwing himself in the ground, so not being there for you at a time when you really needed him AND when he could have potentially lost you, scares him to death

Like Mammon, he keeps you by his side, but in your room since he sleeps in his tub and that’s not very comfortable for you LOL

He’d move all his games and game stations into your room and make a little base there to stay by your side until you’re feeling better

He probably goes to one of his older brothers who are more responsible like Lucifer or Satan and asks for their advice (without giving you away ofc. He’d make it sound like one of his online friends are dealing with this issue since you only trusted him with this info)

He’s very awkward and shy at times, but he’s glad that you trusted him to let him in on the pain you were feeling internally. He makes it his mission (literally, like he’s playing a game, but knowing that it’s far more serious) to get you back on your feet and in a better mental state

And we all know Levi is good at games, so this is one he won’t fail either :)

Satan:

Satan reads a lot, books of all genres, so he picked up on your sudden change in behavior very quickly and he’s actually the one who goes to you first to talk about it

“What’s going on?” He bluntly asks one day when you’re in his room reading with him in a peaceful silence

That catches you off guard…did he know? You could see the serious look on his face so you decide to just open up to him about everything; the depression, the self-harm, and even the thoughts that flash through your mind of taking your own life

Satan listens silently as you speak, taking in all your words and you see his eyes soften the more you reveal to him

“I see…” he’s lost in thought for a moment, but then stands up and walks over to you, taking your hands in his as he leaves a gentle kiss to the back of your hand. “I knew something was up, but I wanted to hear it from you before I assumed too much. I’m sorry you’ve been feeling this way. I’m here though, and now that I know what’s going on, I’ll do anything and everything I can to ensure you feel better.”

And he really will

Whenever you come over to his room to do your daily reading together in each others presence, he spends his time reading books on mental health that give him plenty of advice on how to best help you

He isn’t overbearing though, he gives you your space and allows you to reach out to him whenever you need him, only checking up on you when it seems appropriate so you don’t feel suffocated, but deep down he is worried and scared to lose you

So he offers you his own help, but also asks if you’d like to go to the human world to see or speak to a professional who might be more helpful to you than he could be

He even volunteers to go along with you if you don’t want to go alone–he just wants you to be happy again to not feel so claustrophobic in your own skin

Whatever you decide to do, just know that you have his 10000000% support

Asmodeus:

This man is very dramatic as well, but in a different way than Levi…

He throws tons of compliments your way in hopes that they help lift you up, but really, he’s better at giving physical acts of care

SO, your self-harm scars? He goes out of his way to wash them up and lotion them up, pressing small kisses the the older scars and newer ones as well

“Even with these marks, your skin is still as soft and beautiful as ever, darling. My lovely MC, I’ll do everything I can to take care of you from now on. I’ll pamper you everyday and remind you how much you mean to me, so please don’t harm yourself any longer…”

Asmo isn’t one to be very serious at times, but he knows now isn’t the time to joke around with you, so he’s uncharacteristically very serious, yet still as charming as ever

He’ll treat you to extra tight hugs and kisses, a little scared to let go in fear that he’d never be able to hold you again, so bear with him a little…he can be a bit suffocating

He isn’t the best listener or remarkably great at giving advice that doesn’t have anything to do with fashion or beauty, so he’d probably go to Lucifer for help, or maybe even Solomon, who’s more familiar with human emotions like depression

Anything you need or want, Asmo will get it for you

Get ready to feel more loved than you’ve ever felt before in your life

Barbatos:

He knows…of course he knows, Barbatos knows everything 😀

The first time you attempted to self-harm, he was there to stop you, so you never even got the chance

What he didn’t know about though was your thoughts of attempting to take your life, since you never actually made the move to do it, you only really thought about it

So when he sits down with you to hear you out about attempting to self-harm and you open up about your other darker secrets as well, he’s shocked

Momentarily, it’ll show on his face, but he’ll catch himself and gently smile to you as you continue to speak your mind

He doesn't want you to feel embarrassed by any of this or to beat yourself up for getting caught or for feeling what you feel–you were human and humans experienced moments of intense emotions that they can’t control sometimes, he understood this very well

“Oh dear MC, I am relieved that I was able to stop you this time. Though, I must admit I do feel particularly regretful that I am not able to read minds so I could put your own mind to rest from your dark thoughts. Now that I am aware of everything, I shall do my best to assist you in recovering mentally”

He’s not the most emotional guy out there, but you know he cares for you and when Barbatos dedicates his time and attention to something, he WILL get it done

Barbatos takes your hand in his and presses a delicate kiss onto each of your fingers, and leans his head onto the back of your hand, in almost a way that he’s ready and willing to serve you (not that he didn’t already, but it’s more of like his own way of physically showing his dedication to you??? Does that make sense? KINDA like when a knight is knighted and vows to protect whoever he’s assigned to??? Am I making sense? hopefully…)

He doesn’t need to keep an eye on you because he’d be able to stop you anyway if you ever decided to do anything drastic, but he does free up time in his busy schedule to be with you, he’s dedicated to serving Diavolo, but you very quickly become his number one priority (you already were, but he was never aware of it himself lol)

I don’t know, but I just feel like Barbatos is such a soothing person to be with, his voice is like silk, it wraps you up like a warm blanket and feels like a big tight hug when you need it the most

SO I imagine you’d feel better pretty quickly with all the attention he’s giving you, and the warm tea he makes you????! You’re set for life, get ready to feel brand new

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 7/11/2023

[sorastage]

satan’s catgirl.

be belphegor’s cowgirl

satan was reading a… very informative book one day and it gave him a great idea. he buys something off akuzon, and texts you.

(nsfw, smut, you perform oral, feminine clothing, you call him master, he calls himself master, he calls you dumb and kitten)

you’re so excited to see what it is that you spritz some perfume on yourself and slip into some green crocs and walk to his room.

you decide to knock.

“hey mc, just come inside.”

gaining his permission, you slink inside.

“soooo. gift. where?” you get straight to the point.

he points to a box on a stack of books.

“i hope you like it. i thought of you when i saw it. i’ll wait outside, get changed and call me back in whenever you’re ready.”

why is he leaving, he’s seen you change a bunch of times before…

before you can ask this question, the door shuts.

“might as well.” you reach for the box and open it.

…

alright.

even though you feel a little scared, you can’t shake this feeling of pure excitement.

as you wear these… clothes, you start to feel more and more confident. you even pull at your own tail.

since satan’s still waiting outside, you could wait in any position you want…

you decide to kneel down at the entrance so you can be the first thing he sees as he walks in.

sitting far enough to not be smacked by the door, you call out:

“satan… your catgirl is waiting for you.~”

the door flies open.

he shuts then locks the door before turning around.

his eyes dart around the room, not noticing you crawling up to him and pawing at his ankles, slowly making your way up.

“look down. is this what you wanted..?” you whisper.

“f-fuck, you decided to surprise me, huh? you naughty little-”

you cut him off by suddenly grabbing his dick through his trousers.

“permission to take this off… master?”

unable to speak anymore, he just nods.

you pull his trousers and underwear down and trace lines up and down his hardened cock, lightly blowing on it.

“s-stop being such a tease. use that mouth of yours for something good.” he grabs your head and shoves his entire length in your mouth.

“can’t talk anymore now huh? dumb kitten, you only know how to use that mouth to please your master.” he continues to mock you and all you can do is gag as tears threaten to fall from your eyes.

he pulls you back up and shoves you back down, continuing for a few minutes before he starts to whine incessantly.

“s-shit. good kittens swallow.” he mutters before releasing in your mouth.

you make sure to fulfil his request and open your mouth to prove it.

“you’re the best kitten… come here.” he pulls you up and lays you on the bed.

he peppers kisses all over your body, flips you over and yanks your tail, causing you to yelp.

he laughs before hooking his finger round your panties and pulling them off in a swift motion.

“i’ll make sure you mewl my name for hours.”

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i hope i’ll see you again ღ

thanks for reading ☆

[ryxiez]

Sick Day

Satan x gn!Reader

Fluff/sickness comfort

1.2k words

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Of course it had to be like this. You ended up catching a cold the day after you ventured into Devildom with Beel. The weather however, seemed to be way to cold for your human body to handle, but you went outside anyway. You did not expect any of the repercussions that would follow suit.

It started when Lucifer asked you to assist Beel with the trip to the grocery store. He had to the the shopping that wee and your job was to make sure he didn't eat anything off the shelf’s or buy unnecessary snacks. So you obligated and obeyed his orders.

However, you've been experiencing symptoms since. Having shivers, cold sweats, fevers, and headaches. It seemed to never stop. You prayed that this would all just go away and to be normal again. You swore to never take berating through your nose for granted for the rest of your life. But it didn’t seem to work.

It was so hard to even get out of bed let alone get ready for school. No matter how hard you tried to push youself, your body felt weaker by the minute. You knew your final limits and decided it would be best to stay in your comfortable bed.

You were sure the brothers were confused about your current absence at breakfast and how it wouldn't be long until Lucifer or Mammon came knocking at your door. Speaking of the devil you heard some lights knocks on your bedroom door a few seconds later.

"Ughhh…, come in..!" You managed to slightly call out from your bed as your voice was noticeably raspy and strained.

The door finally creaks open to reveal your favorite blonde demon, Satan, as concern was written all over his face.

He shuts the door behind him quickly yet silently rushes to your side, "MC, what's wrong? Why didn't you come to breakfast?!" He asked as he turned on the light next to your bed, finally allowing him to see the state you were in.

You were sweaty with a slightly red face. In your mind, you thought you could not look any worse right now. But of course Satan had to be the one to see you like this.

"Uhh, I- Im not sure, but I definitely have some kind of sickness..." You mumbled as you refused to make eye contact with him. Sinking into the sheets even deeper, you wanted to escape the uncomfortable situation.

"Ok, ok." Satan tried to reassure you as paused to think. As he held a hand out to touch your forehead, he was really panicking on the inside.

"I'll call Lucifer and let him know about this, but please stay still and get some rest, I promise I will be right back." He explained still trying to stay as calm as possible.

You nodded your head as much as you could as he hurriedly left your bedroom. However, it only took a few minutes for him to come back with stacks of books in one hand and a cup of tea/ (other drink) in the other.

A small smile made its way across your face when you saw Satan enter once again. You sat up in bed with his help, an arm supporting your back after he placed the tea on your nightstand and the books at the end of your bed.

He then started too quietly sort through the thick books to find one that would be most beneficial to him.

You drank your drink with small sips as you watched him. You couldn’t tell if your heart rate was abnormal because of him or your physical state.

"Ah, here it is." Satan said in relief as he turned around to face you one on one now as he silently read the passage to himself.

"It seems like you're just dealing with a human sickness, nothing you got from a demon. You would have been in a worser state if you contracted any of the Devildom sicknesses." He explained as caressed your cheek with the palm of his hand.

Satan continued, "However, we don't have many remedies for human sicknesses here. I'm afraid you'll have to wait for a little while before Diavolo can grant us permission. We can’t go to the human world whenever we want."

You nodded as you set down your now empty cup back on the nightstand. You were honestly disappointed, but you understood that they can't just waltz into the world you came from all willy nilly.

"Y/n.. is there anything, and I mean anything, that I can do to make you feel better? I know humans can be really uncomfortable when sick and I don't want you to go through that." He offered as he took your hand in his, rubbing his thumb over your palm in a soothing matter.

You blushed, but thank god you could cover it up as a fever. "Can you just.. stay with me? I don't want to be alone right now. …Maybe you could just read me something as I hopefully go back to sleep?" You offered shyly, scared that he would say no, but deep down you knew he wouldn't.

"Of course, always." He agreed as he climbed into your bed with you. He sat behind you resting his back on the bed frame so he could sit up with you in between his legs.

He pulled you closer as he guided your head to lay on his chest. Your face felt hotter than it ever has before, but in this position you could hear Satan's heartbeat. You could tell he wasn't as calm as he was letting on.

"Which book would you like?" he asked as he pointed to a self with minimal amount of books compared to his room that was located right above your bed.

"(Favorite book) please." You answered as you snuggled into him more, loving the warmth he provided to your cold yet hot body at the same time.

Satan blushed as he looked down at you and stroked your messy bed head a few times, you hummed in response to the attention. Not soon after he cleared his throat and began to read your requested book. However, after only one page was read to you, you were already asleep.

Satan let out a soft chuckle as he looked down at you yet again and set aside the book next to the cup on your nightstand. Then he moves downwards, trying to lay down next to you but his movement were slow, he didn't want to wake you.

He managed to do so and now you both were facing each other. Satan smiled as he brushed the hair out of his own face and planted a soft kiss to your hot forehead before wrapping his arms around you.

He brought you in close so his chin rested on top of your head as he let out a content sigh.

He hated seeing you in such a state and would make sure you always got better.

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