#wrath x mc

[bryan-writes]

Undone— Satan x reader

Summary: You’re in attendance at a demon council meeting and completely distracted and enamored by Satan’s demon form. He notices.

Fluff, a little hint of spice?, small makeout sesh, cheesy flirting, short and sweet, soft Satan <3

credit to @strangergraphics for the dividers!! Check them out <3

Satan’s presence commanded the room. His demon form was a perfect balance of elegance and raw power— the sweeping horns, the golden adornments glinting under the chandelier light, and the sharp contrast of his piercing green eyes against his midnight-black attire. You couldn’t keep your composure as you stood by his side at the demon council meeting. The room was vast and intimidating, but all you could focus on was him. He was magnetic, his every movement exuding authority and grace, and it left you utterly breathless.

When Satan turned to address one of the council members, his voice was steady and authoritative, carrying an edge that made your heart skip. He glanced at you occasionally, offering a faint, reassuring smile when he caught your wide-eyed awe. He noticed, of course. How could he not? Your gaze never left him, and every small movement of his sent a ripple of butterflies through your chest. Your thoughts were a mess, hopelessly entangled in just how breathtaking he looked. You tried to focus on the proceedings, but his presence consumed you, leaving you hopelessly distracted.

Caught off guard, you stammered, “I-I wasn’t… I mean, you just… you look amazing.” Your cheeks burned as the words tumbled out, and you bit your lip, wishing you could take them back. The heat spreading across your face was unbearable.

Satan’s smirk faltered for just a moment, before softening into something warmer. “Amazing, hmm?” He repeated, tilting his head slightly as he studied your expression. He took a step closer, closing the distance between you. “Coming from you, that means more than you know.” His voice dipped lower, and the sincerity in his tone made your chest tighten.

Before you could respond, Satan offered his hand. “Come with me. Let’s go somewhere quieter.”

Your hand found his almost instinctively, and you let him guide you out of the council hall and back to the House of Lamentation. The walk was quiet, but tension buzzed between you, unspoken words lingering in the air. You kept stealing glances at him, marveling at how the moonlight seemed to soften his sharp features, highlighting the elegant curve of his horns and the glint of gold on his clothes. By the time you reached his room, your heart was pounding all over again. He opened the door, gesturing for you to enter first, and the familiar warmth of his space immediately wrapped around you. The scent of books and faint traces of his cologne made you feel both comforted and electrified.

The door clicked shut behind him, and when you turned to face him, the intensity in his gaze made you forget how to breathe. Without a word, you stepped closer, your hands sliding up his chest before wrapping around his neck. You whispered his name once, almost reverently, before pulling him down into a kiss.

This time, there was no hesitation. Satan’s hands gripped your waist, pulling you against him as if he couldn’t bear any space between you. The kiss was hungry and desperate, his usual composed demeanor utterly gone. You clung to him, your fingers tangling in his hair and tugging just enough to draw a soft, breathless groan from him. His lips left your briefly, trailing down to your jaw and neck, leaving you trembling with every touch. His hands wandered, tentative but firm, as if he was memorizing every part of you he could reach.

When you both finally pulled back, his face was flushed, his hair was an absolute mess, and faint marks from your kisses were already visible on his skin. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he stared at you, his emerald eyes darker than you’d ever seen them. You could barely catch your own breath, your lips kiss bitten and buzzing from his attention.

“Stay,” he said suddenly, his voice low and hoarse. He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing softly over your cheeks. “Stay with me tonight. Please.”

You didn’t need to think twice. Nodding, you leaned in to press a soft kiss to his lips, gentler this time, as if to soothe the storm you’d both unleashed. Satan exhaled a shaky breath, guiding you to his bed and pulling you down with him. His arms wrapped around you tightly, holding you close as if afraid you might vanish. He adjusted the pillows, ensuring you were both comfortable, before letting his hands rest on your waist, his touch grounding and steady.

Nestled against his chest, you felt his steady heartbeat under your ear, a stark contrast to how yours still felt. Satan buried his face in your hair, his voice a quiet murmur. “You… you have no idea what you do to me.”

You smiled softly, your fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. “I think I’ve got an idea.”

He huffed a quiet laugh, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of your head. “Still, it’s maddening. You’re maddening,” he murmured, though his tone carried nothing but an intense fondness.

The two of you lay there in comfortable silence for a while longer. You shifted slightly, turning so you could look up at him. His eyes fluttered open, and his gaze softened further when it met yours. Reaching up, you brushed a few strands of hair away from his face, marveling at how dispelled and endearing he looked.

“I like seeing you like this,” you admitted quietly. “All undone. Just for me.”

Satan’s lips quirked into a small, lopsided smile. Only for you,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He leaned down to capture your lips in one last, lingering kiss, his touch slow and deliberate, as though he wanted to savor the moment.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his eyes falling shut as his breathing slowed. The weight of the night began to melt away, leaving only the warmth of his embrace and the steady rhythm of his heart beneath your hand. Whatever the world had in store for tomorrow didn’t matter. For now, you were here, in his arms, and everything felt right.

[luxthestrange]

WHB Incorrect quotes#53 Wraith vs Petty-

I PERSONALLY believe with satan if he and You/MC procreate... you're gonna have a daughter...he gives girl daddy vibes...plus that girl with both your anger issues+your sarcasm...UY-

Satan: Kids are Assholes Like My daughter is an asshole-*Sees his drinking buddies laugh*She is, We argue me and my daughter argue...She can't even talk-

Paimon*Snickers getting the popcorn ready*

Gehenna Demons*Gets Comfy wanting to hear their king Rant about his home life*

Satan: She knows a couple of words right? She puts a couple sentences together but it's like every time I tell her SOMETHING, she always gets something to say back- NO MATTER WHAT I SAY SHE ALWAYS GOTTA GIVE ME SOMETHING BACK and it makes me MAD-

Satan: We got into an argument over juice the other day...she came into the room she was like-

Scarlet(4)*Pitter patters to her daddy*Daddy juice!

Satan*Puts his newspaper down*No...You had enough juice, Go get some water

And she looked at she was...

Scarlet(4): DU meGama Tch-Nana wah wah ya ya JUICE*Mimicking Satan annoyingly with a Sassy look*

And i looked at her-

Satan:...WHO THE FUCK YOU THINK YOUR TALKING TO-SIT YOUR LIL ASS DOWN AND GET THE GODDAMN-

The Whole bar laughs even Zagan is laughing at the faces Satan is making about his daughter going up against the king of Gehenna

Satan: I was so mad..., I was mas because I knew she knew what she was trying to say, She just didn't know how to say it like in her mind...she was like "You albino midget b*tch, Get the juice punk ass daddy!"

Thats is honestly how I would see Scarlet-Untameble hair her dad's eyes your hair...er well Solomon's purple hair that got passed down to us/mc

[dschubba-art]

Got a bit lost in the sauce of hair rendering, but it was worth it! ...and added a little extra sketch because this romance has me by the throat.

(Seriously, the gap moe of the taller, scarier character being less assertive romantically is so underestimated!)

[demonvibez]

[Yandere] Satan ♡

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[yan-lorkai]

Just a random thought but yandere Satan, in my mind, is like a sponge. He absorbs everything, he learns and he takes and takes till there's nothing left to take from his darling, because he's trying to fill that empty space in myself, trying to make sense of his existence.

His darling being the only thing that soothes the anger and hatred that make him see red. Without you, there's a void in his chest, a bitter taste on his mouth, a scream on his throat, a urge to hit and punch and scratch something or someone. For someone full of hatred, he sure is dependent on you. But are you not his heart and soul? He can't function without you so you might be, he concluded.

He learned to love, distorted and twisted like this, from his brothers, who used to chain and gag him. Who used to ignore and dismiss him, none of them making a move to try and understand things from his perspective. But you did. Like a little angel, trying to understand him, asking how to make things right, offering the comfort and praise he wanted so easily. You were like a beacon of warm light.

The thing with angels though is that they're helpless with their wings clipped. And you feel yourself wither in a golden cage, trapped forever on his room without a way out. For a demon's love is something too cruel to bear.

[avalordream]

How I think an instance of Cove climbing to MC's window went via text

Cove: MC

Cove: MC

Cove: MC

MC: GIVE ME A SEC COVE THERE'S SOMEONE OUTSIDE MY HOUSE

Cove: I know

Cove: That's me

MC: Cove

MC: It's like-

MC: 11 pm today-

MC: ITS NOT EVEN TODAY ANYMORE

MC: IT'S TOMORROW

MC: I ALMOST SCREAMED

Cove: please don't

MC: I WILL IF YOU DONT STOP STANDING THERE LIKE MICHAEL MYERS

Cove: I brought snacks

MC: get tf in here

[nikosamaki]

Hi guyssssss, I'm BACK 💃

Sorry I had something to deal and it took a lot timmmmme 😔😅

I promise I'll post a lot stories and HELLO to new followers ☺️❤️ Thank for following 🥰

When you touch their horns:

Lucifer:

He's shocked -he doesn't show it, of course-, but looks at you with narrowed eyes which tells you: "You're too young for death, Idiot " (Don't worry, he'll not kill you AT LEAST🤐 -because of Dia- ). In spite of you're freaking scared and near to ruin your pants, you figure out that how soft is his horns areeeeeee!!! They're as soft as silk and not to mention that you thought demon's horns must have been REALLY rough, but SOFT... No fucking way!!

As you're in your thoughts, he's blushing -I should've said it sooner, demon's horns are their most SENSITIVE part of body (Naughty 😏... Except that BEAUTIFUL part :)- and he thinks he's doing well in hiding it -but he SUCKS 😔😂.

When you saw his face -FINALLY-, his eyes are just like wolf's eyes and JUST wants to do it (you know I'm still a bit shy about saying it, so...😅), wants to make you say his name to stop, wants to hear your moans and so many things... -Your fault, because you badly turned him ON.

Mammon:

His reaction cannot be worse than Levi (I guess you've figured it out), but his face is as red as tomatoe due to blushing! (Sooooo CUTE 🥺). Though he tries really hard to control himself -not doing or saying anything silly-, he suddenly took a step closer to you -maybe just wanted to give you a good view of his horns-; and unfortunately -or FORTUNATELY!- something catches his heel and falls down on you!!! (How ROMANTIC!). In his mind, he's fucked, but doesn't know that you're dying inside -you're red, mess, REALLY confused and of course you have lots of SWEET thoughts in your mind that could happen any minute NOW.

When you look at him, he's not the same Mammon that he used to be; is he kinda cursed? -His eyes are narrowed and his face is serious. When he speaks, he's too much Daddy!! (I didn't know how to explain it 😂). :"You're MINE, ONLY mine... You didn't forget it, right? 'Cause I get the feelin' that I should make myself clear THIS time." You're amazed and scared, because you don't know what the Hell is happening?! Do you deserve it? What does it look like to be punished by Mammon?? Soon you'll find your answer, in BED!!

Levi:

Already D.E.A.D!! In shock! -he had a convulsion 😔, Poor. He canNot analyze what's the point? Why is he bowing and letting you TOUCH his HORNS?!?!? Error 404...

2 hours later...

He keeps his eyes closed because he can't handle the feeling he gets -you're FUCKING close to him- Again errors...

He tries to get calm by taking deep breath. When he becomes calm -you wish that he never gets calm-; his inner beast woke up and now you're in DANGER (Never underestimate calm Levi... NEVER!!) . You cann’t believe what you're seeing, Levi's cool?? He's not freaking out? W-who's that guy???

He's a hungry beast that wants food, wants to test every part of your body... Wants to eat you up!

You want to run, but you can’t; his tail tightly held your feet which means that there is NO way back.

Satan:

He's behavior is like Luci but has more control on it! -to be honest, he has tried this situation hundred times as if it happens someday???? (Now it's getting WEIRD 🫥). When you ask him to let you touch his horns, he takes a sit and lead you on his lengths -he gives you a good view of his horns. Well you didn't know that it's a trap 😏. Like you don't even know HIM :/ - ;When he led you on his lengths, you figured it out very suspicious but somehow you ignored your warning though and sat (A stupid move🤦). While you were touching his horns -he's blushed-; he pulled you on bed ! (Very CLEAN move😔👌). NOW you've understood that you're FUCKED UP. He grins at you and says:" Kitty, let's play GAME , but not the usual one... The SPECIAL one."

Asmo:

No need to ask!! He just grabs your hand and put it on his head -means “Go ahead, TOUCH MY HORNS”. Since you’re naive (Too MUCH naive); again you’re tricked –just like Satan’s situation- and started to rub his horns. They’re very soft!! –even softer than the rest of the brothers 😲. He doesn’t let you to think or do anything else, in the blank of an eye, you’re tied up on his BED! (You canNOT guess how that happened… You better not to try to figure it out; it’s for your own sake😊).

Erotic eyes which shows he’s turned on badly, a smirk on his face that want to do VERY very bad and UNHOLY things with you… Bent down and said in your ears:“ Now I got YOU… Just YOU & ME🤭❤️” (You’ve got the right to scare😶… He’s the avatar of LUSTttttt, so don’t think that you can handle any shitty things that’s going to happen!)

Beel:

Doesn’t care :/ (That’s not new… because we’re talking about BEEL). He changed into his demon form and bent that you can touch the horns. At least you’re a hundred percent sure that he WILL NOT do any BAD things –or maybe he’ll but you don’t know? Who knows??. Just when you touch his horns, his stomach starts groaning 😑 (Well, you’re LUCKY… Be optimist !). He asks you for food and you said you’ll give him some food. BUT, but when he said “FOOD” he didn’t mean chips or burgers or else; HE meant YOU!!! (You idiot, how can someone be that much silly?????). As the way he’s misunderstood your meaning -or you were the one who didn’t understand his question-, he grins and stand straight, Looks down on you and lick his lips :“ You look DELICIOUS 😋. I want to start from your lips”. Here’s when you find out the situation BAD (Mostly like you’re FUCKED). He bite your lips and lick them hard…

You want to set yourself free, but you’re very weak against him. There is no way BACK, accept your destiny that you’re going to BE FUCKED by Beel😅🤗.

Belphie:

Veryyyyyyyyyyy FUNNY question… NOPE😥. (No wonder that no one can imagine how you’ll be fuck by him :/ I CAN’T!!)

And of coursee.... Happy Valentine's Day 💘

[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.

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[professional-demon-master]

Cutting you off pt. 4

Satan

Light angts/comfort. Good ending! Gender neutral MC.

* Satan was an explosive person, most of the time he tried, really hard, to control himself in front of you. At least that’s what you wanted you believe.

* But when he has bad days… you knew it was better to leave him alone

* Today you hadn’t seen him at all though, so when you encountered him in the HoL library you really didn’t notice the way his hands were clenched in the book, or how his lips were pressed together Ina stressful way.

“Satan! I missed you today! Where were you? It was weird being in hexes without you!” You plopped in a seat in front of him. Satan looked up, still frowning but trying to look more relaxed for you. “Just busy, lots of homework”. “Yeah, tell me about it”, you got up to get a book, one you’ve been reading for a couple of days know, thanks to Satan’s own recommendation. Satan returned to his book, trying to concentrate in it to reduce his wrath.

“What’s your book about?” You took your prior sit, Satan exhaled. Breathe.

“Just a mystery novel.” “Sweet” “Mhm”

“Oh! Did you knew that…” “STOP!” You looked at Satan with a puzzled expression, not even able to verbally respond. “You come, waltzing in, like you own the place and won’t leave me alone, you just won’t shut up!” Satan stoop up Ron his place, book long forgotten. “Ugh, you’re just so clingy sometimes. You’re irritating! You make it so hard to stay in control!” He stopped talking when he looked at you and your big eyes looked back at him with a hurtful expression. He wanted to apologize, he really did, but he was still too angry to act completely coherent. “Mc…” you got up, trying to look as collected as possible, and got out of the library, closing the door behind you. “Fuck…”

That same day, at your usual bedtime, Satan appeared in your room. Apologies and explanations escaped his mouth as soon as you opened the door, and they went on until you stopped him by putting a hand on his shoulder and taking it back almost immediately .

“You hurt me Satan. And I know you try really hard to stop yourself when you’re like that but it isn’t the first nor it will be the last time that you call me annoying and clingy for existing on the same room as you. I’m sorry but no, I don’t want your apologies. They’re empty for me”

* After that incident, and his failed attempts to get you to talk to him again, Satan kept on trying to find ways to make you forgive him.

* He cooked your favorite human realm food the day he had dinner duty . They rarely did it since some of the ingredients were fairly expensive and difficult to find in devildom, but still, there it was in front of you, spaghetti carbonara, presented like it was from an expensive restaurant. You felt your stomach growl, but after taking just two little tastes you gave offered it to Beel, who accepted it without hesitating. You could feel Satan’s gaze fixated on you during the whole exchange of words with Beel, but still, he remained silent.

* Next day, you noticed hot coco in your place during breakfast, your favorite drink. You knew this had to be Satans doing so the drink stayed there, untouched.

* You even spent the weekend at purgatory hall. The brothers weren’t excited about the news, but you felt a slumber party was the perfect excuse to avoid being in the same house as Satan for at least a couple days.

* On Monday morning you met with the brothers at RAD to exchange hellos and a couple hugs that lasted a little bit too long. They acted like the first time you came back after a week at the human realm.

* Since Mondays you walked home from school with Satan, you decided to pass the time until Beel finished fangol practice so you could walk with him.

* With limited possibilities, you ended up in the library trying to do a little bit of homework to avoid letting your mind wonder into analyzing your gutted feelings and how much you missed Satan this past days.

* The library appeared to be alone, so you took this as your lucky day to be able to spend time alone without the brothers having to take care of you.

* You were too concentrated picking a book to feel the eyes that were following your every move. It wasn’t until you felt a breath in your neck and an arm appeared at the side of your head that you turned around quickly.

“Oh… uhm, hi” you said nervously while trying to move from their imprisonment.

The demon kept his eyes on you, a smirk appearing in his face as he saw you trying, and failing, to escape.

“It’s so weird finding you here. Alone” he smelled your hair. “Without the avatars around you”. You felt your breath getting caught in your throat as you saw him getting closer. “I-I will summon them” cursing yourself for stuttering, you raised your hand to try and position it in one -any- of your pacts, but he grabbed it before you could even register it. You frowned, getting almost as mad as you were scared, you tried to take your hand back. “Let me go!” “You’re feisty, aren’t you?” He got as close as he could, bumping your nose with his, you could notice his fangs showing every time he spoke. “That’s okay, I like that, makes it more entertaining.”

You were trying to look for a way out as his tongue licked your cheek. You closed your eyes in disgust. What should you do? Hit him with a book? Step on him?

Suddenly the icky feeling in your cheek stopped and it was replaced by just a crashing noise and a growl, you were pushed in the sudden movement and feel to your knees. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You recognized Satan’s voice automatically. He threw a bookcase at the lesser demon. You could see his shoulders go up and down with every breath, filled with wrath; after a couple of seconds where the other demon just stayed on the floor complaining, Satan turned to look at you.

You didn’t knew if it was because you were on your knees, if it was his stoic demon form or the aura of wrath surrounding him, but you could sense the power he emanated with his mere presence. His hand in front of yours took you out of your trance; you took his hand and as soon as you were on your feet he pulled you close. His hand cleaned the side of your face the other demon had licked prior to Satan’s appearance, he turned his head to look at the other demon, you could see the fire in his eyes, burning to take out his anger in the other demon.

“No! Leave it!” Satan turned to look at you again, a bit taken aback “please, I just want to go home. He’s not worth it, and I’m okay now” You pleaded, hands grabbing his clothes in little fists in an attempt to keep him close to you. After a while he exhaled, “it’s okay, kitten. We’ll go home.” He caressed your cheek. He took your hand, before he started walking he looked back, anger invading his factions again, “you’re so lucky she’s here to stop me from destroying you, but I’ll find you again, piece of shit.”

* You arrived the house of lamentation, and ever since you stepped foot in the house, Satan stood by your side, comforting you, prior fight long forgiven, but still in the air, making you feel like there was something pending between you two.

“Satan?”

“Mhm?” He answered without interrupting his lecture, his other hand still caressing you, playing with your hair in a relaxing way.

“I’m sorry for holding a grudge to you even after you apologized, it was dumb of me”

The blond man closed the book at fully looked at you now, “what are you talking about? Don’t apologize. You were completely right.”

“But, you saved me today, and I just…”

“Still, I was an asshole to you the other day, you had every right to be mad at me.”

You smiled, rearranging your position in his chest to keep on talking. “Thank you for saving me.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll always be there to save you”.

[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 ☆

[suneeater]

satan + general romantic hcs

✎a/n: please i've been having obey me brainrot again but anything i type out feels so odd since i haven't written in a while... anyway enjoy my satan hcs <3

✰warnings: none, but as always minors dni 

Satan is a hopeless romantic.

He gets all of his relationship information from romance novels, but he tries so hard to be the perfect partner for you. He wants you to know that he is and will always be there for you, even when it's simple things like holding a door open for you.

This is the first time he’s felt anything other than anger, so feelings are still a complicated topic for him. Just be patient with him while he learns about them. But he likes it. He likes the warm feeling your love gives him. It's so different from his fiery and destructive anger - the love he feels for you is warm and comforting.

And because he's so inexperienced and a hopeless romantic, his first attempts at a confession are pretty subtle. He recommends you a romance novel and hints that the protagonists remind him of the two of you. After understanding that might be TOO vague, he gives you a written confession and a bouquet of your favourite flowers.

He writes you letters! Any gift you receive from him always includes a letter, written on fancy paper with his elegant handwriting.

He has a journal (a diary) that he uses as an outlet to help manage his anger. He vents in it or or just writes about his day. The more his interest in you grows, more often the pages in his journal aren't aggressively scribbled in but written in with care, all about how kind and caring you are.

Dates with Satan are usually library, museum, gallery or café dates. He really likes learning new things, and he especially likes doing it alongside with you.

Dating Satan will include a lot of cats. Cat cafes. Cat merch. Cat documentaries. Prepare yourself. ᨐฅ

He doesn't really like PDA. He prefers the privacy of his room, but will make a point to wrap his arm around your waist when Lucifer is around.

Speaking of, while he isn't usually jealous of others (his brothers are definitely NOT a threat and he trusts you), he will act very possessive around Lucifer. When it comes to him, he's still quite insecure sometimes. All you can do is reassure him that they are completely different, and that he is the one you're in love with, not Lucifer.

He always wants you to be on his side when he competes with others and likes it when you cheer for him and him only, even if it's a stupid competition (as they usually are in the House of Lamentation). The brothers are competing in who can make the stupidest nickname? You're cheering for him. Water-boiling competition? Cheering for him. Don't worry though, you get your reward for the cheering when the two of you return to his room.

He’s very very warm – he’s perfect for cuddling in cold Devildom nights.

find the same scenario for:

mammon | beelzebub | lucifer | simeon | solomon

[hopeluna-archived]

"Omg Obey Me! Nightbringer is gonna be full of so much angst!!"

Obey Me! Nightbringer:

[avatarofcats]

✨🫑[NIGHTBRINGER!SATAN x GN!READER] 🫑✨

Word count: 1,343

Tags: slight angst, mentions of blood(not gore), cannon divergence, blossoming feelings, fated lovers(just a smidge), bad language

It was in the way Satan observed you in the first week of you arriving in the Devildom. He’d been pacing around in his room, furious about something he distantly remembered as having something to do with Lucifer, chewing his nails to the point of bleeding, when he spied you through the window pane in the courtyard below. All he could hear was his own aggressive pants as his blood pressure climbed, trying his best to control his spiral as you stooped low to do something. Eyebrows raised, he took a step closer to the window, bleeding fingers coming to rest on the sill as he spotted the cause of your actions. A fat white cat. He snorted, barely composed. That cat had avoided his affections for weeks, there was absolutely no way you were about to come out of this with a new friend. He saw your mouth move, and to his surprise, fat white tilted its head curiously. Then it stretched, slowly padding toward you, before fucking rolling onto its back, and gently pawing up as it allowed you to pet its stomach, unrestrained. Satan lost it then, stepping back in a renewed fury, storming over to his desk. Cats were the one thing he had that the others weren’t interested in, the one thing that not even Lucifer could ruin, and you’d decidedly encroached on his territory. Wildly shaking hands dove through the messy pile of notes, spitting wild curses to himself as he looked for something specific. Ah, found it. He grabbed a wrinkled note with his terrible excuse for handwriting on. He checked it once, twice. If you liked cats so much, then he would trap you as one to teach you a lesson you’d not forget.

He strode purposefully out of his room, slamming the door so hard the wood rocked on its hinges, screaming falling on ignorant ears. Finding you was an easy task, he was simmering just below a pure fury, and his tunnel vision allowed for no distractions as he closed in on your location. You were still none the wiser to his intentions, having settled into a seating position onto the cobblestone, cooing softly as you gave the cutest cat you’d ever seen some attention. You sighed, contentedly. You didn’t feel the ominous presence arrive, not when the front door opened, and then closed quietly. Fat white stirred, cool blue eyes nervously flicking to the source of the noise. You turned, confused, and the black horns set against a light blonde told you who it was as you squinted at Satans figure. He raised a crumpled note, lips open to start talking, when fat white, frightened by the sudden appearance of the wrathful demon, yowled.

He sunk his claws into your wrist, ripping wildly as he attacked you, rolling quickly onto its front to skitter away, a blur as it jumped onto a stone wall, and then up and over the gate, disappearing out of your sight. Satan watched intently as your eyebrows upturned into that of a deep sadness, hand still half flexed in a petting position, deep ruby drops starting to slide down your skin from the wounds, face turning down to stare at the space where fat white once was. He stuttered, the start of the curse still stuck in his throat. The previous insurmountable anger rocking his skull started to ebb, blanketed by the temporary confusion of the situation. You winced, flexing your fingers, and quickly wiped your wrist on your jean pants to stem the tiny cuts adorning your skin from bleeding.

Your gaze resettled on him, and he froze. “Did you need something?” You asked him, and his emerald eyes darted down to his paper once again. He paused, eyes lingering over the written curse, and stuffed it back into his pocket. “No.” He scoffed, dropping himself down onto the step by the front door to regard you curiously. You gazed at him for a second too long for his liking, but when he went to scold you for it, he found himself asking you a different question instead. “You like cats, attendant?” He asked moodily, but due his tone, it sounded like a bored statement. You stood, and looked off in the direction that fat white had presumably retreated too. Taking a moment to think, you hummed. “Yeah, I like them. They’re cute.” You turned, and looked toward the house, at him. To circumvent the way his heart tinged with shame at his original intentions, he tried to continue the conversation with you, albeit poorly. “What, even that one?” He asked incredulously, gesturing a hand rudely toward fat whites escape area. You chuckled at him then, and he felt a confused flush start to settle on the column of his neck. What the fuck were you laughing at? Him? The audacity—

“Especially him.” You said emphatically, and it sent his train of thought crashing. “Why?” He heard himself say, barrels quieter than his thoughts. You gave him a nervous-perhaps even shy smile. “Everything deserves love. It wasn’t conscious for the cat to hurt me, it was afraid. It hurting me shouldn’t change that, not especially when I can see it was reacting from fear. My life hasn’t changed because of it.” You explained yourself, and he furrowed his eyebrows in a deep confusion. “But it hurt you.” He said dumbly, and you smiled. “Yes, it did.” You confirmed. He shook his head, with a frown. “I don’t understand you.” He said bitterly, and he heard your footfall on the old stone as you approached him to go back inside. “It’s alright. Just think about it for a bit. I’ll explain it to you another time.” He swore your voice held a tone of affection for him, but that was impossible. All he’d done since you’d arrived was destroy the house, and make your job of running after him and his ‘brothers’ harder. You spoke of it expertly, as if you were older than your years. Not impossible for another demon, if Satan was honest with himself. He was vaguely surprised with the way he didn’t find your words condescending, but comforting. You moved to walk up the couple of steps he was tucked on to get to the door, and when you stepped onto the same step he dwelled on, he couldn’t help but shoot his hand up, grabbing your shin firmly. You froze at the touch, eyes widening as you looked down at him, and he could feel your pulse pound under his fingers. He gazed up at you, intentions firmly concealed by a frightfully cool gaze. “I intended to curse you. That’s why I came outside.” He stated quietly, words equipped with a hardness to them. You noticed how his grip, already impossibly tight,started to squeeze tighter. He would not allow you free until you provided him with an answer. Your gaze crawled over his features, and he felt like you were searching for something that he feared wasn’t there. “Did you?” You asked softly, trying your best to ignore the dull ache creeping up your calf. He shook his head, almost like a guilty child. The tension between you both was thickening, and Satan’s inexperience in his feelings caused him to fall silent. You paused, hand nervously fluttering at your side, before you reached down, and gently put fingers to his scalp, slowly carding through his hair. “It’s alright.” You forgave him, and somewhere in the recesses of his chest, something weak and gnarled and ugly twinged. He released your leg, jean material scraping pleasantly against his palm, and your hand removed itself from his hair. You stilled, and when he made no effort to continue your conversation, you climbed the short way to the top of the step, and went inside. He remained there on the steps for some time, eyes squeezed shut as his body tried to calm down from your touch. It was in the way that you so calmly forgave him, without malice or discontent. It was in the way that his heart thumped belatedly, the way you shone your light on his misdeeds so honestly. He was powerless.

[tinytanclub]

Satan with a kitty🫶

[gloriousmonsters]

read camp dama.scus. enjoyed some stuff, really wish i didn't have the experience so often reading a book that's Good and Progressive and about Queer Affirmation etc of feeling like i'm side-eying the author like 'and you know that delineating the people that oppose you as pure evil that therefore deserves torture or death or being eliminated from society entirely is bad, right? you know that, right??'

[simpinkitty]

Another story sitting way too long in my notes.

Maybe a little self indulgent. Also a part two to this

Nightmares

It had only been a few weeks that Satan was able to accept that he lov ed you. He began allowing himself near you. He was stealing lingering looks during dinner. He let the warmth you radiated take ahold of him. When walking down the hall he would let his hand let settle on the small of your back. You hadn’t protested. You didn’t flinch. We’re you falling for him just as he had been falling for you?

He hated to admit it but he was scared. He was scared of your rejection. He was scared that maybe you did love him but hated being in Devildom. He couldn’t go back to the human world with you.

He knew your time was coming to an end shortly. He didn’t know if you were excited to leave. Would his feelings encourage you to stay? Or would you leave to get away from the horrors in Devildom?

Devils. He was getting ahead of himself again. He wasn’t even sure if you felt the same way towards him.

He could very be over thinking your extra kindness towards him. But He had never felt like this before. He didn’t know what the next move was supposed to be.

It wasn’t uncommon for the Avatar of Wrath to be up late into the night. He often found himself too lost in a book to sleep. Though sometimes that book would be milling in his head. The words on the page screaming so loudly he couldn’t fall to sleep. Those nights he would find himself in the kitchen looking for a snack to calm his nerves. Often he would find Beel at the kitchen island working on his own midnight snacks.

However, this evening the kitchen lights were off only the soft glow of the fridge illuminating the room. He knew it wasn’t Beel by the soft sniffles coming from behind the door. He could tell, he could sense it. It was you.

“MC?” He asked gently trying not to scare you. He let his slender hand rest over top of the door to pull it back a bit further so he could see you.

Your eyes shot up at him. Large, red, puffy eyes were looking into his green ones.

“Oh, hi, Satan. Sorry I-uh- was looking for a snack. I’ll be going…” You sniffed. You shot up and fixed your pajamas top. You composed yourself as best you could and went to leave.

He was going to let you. His head was screaming to just let you be. You didn’t want to talk to him so no use in chasing you down and making you uncomfortable. Yet, his body reacted first. He caught your wrist.

“Wait, are you ok?” He blurted out behind you. You froze for a moment before turning to look at him.

You looked up at the tall demon with classy eyes. Biting your lip, you debated if you would tell him or not. You opting into avoiding eye contact with him and just looked at the ground.

“I had a nightmare…” You we’re almost shy about it. You felt embarrassed. Satan wasn’t afraid of anything. He was always so confident and sure. You weren’t even sure if he really liked you. He had spent weeks avoiding you. Then recently started paying more attention than ever before. You weren’t sure what kind of game he was playing with you.

“A nightmare?” He was no stranger to those. He let his thumb run over the back of your hand. The small gesture made you feel slightly more relaxed.

“Yeah. It was- silly…” you hiccuped but the tears welling up in your eyes told him otherwise.

Satan didn’t know what to do. He had never seen you cry before. All he knew was he didn’t like it. He racked his brain for what scene from what book he could pull from. But before he had the chance the first tear fell from your eyes and on instinct he pulled you into his chest.

Lanky, toned arms wrapped around you in a comforting cacoon. You tucked your head into his chest and gripped onto the night shirt he wore to bed. Suddenly the tears began falling. Violent sobs shook your entire body.

Satan didn’t have words he just held you close and let you cry into his chest. He didn’t let the tears that pricked his eyes fall.

“They were coming after me!” You wailed and snuggled into his chest further. It was almost as if you were trying to hide inside his chest. He would let you. He would open up his heart and let you inside. He would make it so you never had to leave and he could keep you safe forever.

Yet, his heart dropped as you cried about the monsters coming after you. Devildom was taking a toll on you. The other demons and monsters were scaring you. You needed to go back to the human world. He knew you could never truly be together.

“I-I don’t want to go back!” You cried even louder.

“What? Go back where? Where did they hurt you?” His blood began to boil. Were demons not only scaring you but hurting you? He would kill them. Every last one.

“H-home,” You hiccuped. You pulled away from his chest and looked up at his soft, yet angular face. “Satan, don’t make me go back home. They will hurt me again. He will hurt me again…” Your eyes were wild and scared.

Then it occurred to him. You never talked about your life in the human world. What kind of family had you come from?

The demons, the monsters, the ones that frightened you. They weren’t the ones here in Devildom they were the ones up there.

“Mc,” He let his hands slide to your cheeks. They cradled your face gently. They were so warm and made you feel just so, so safe. Emerald eyes peered into your soul. “Was someone hurting you back in the human world?”

You couldn’t lie to him, not with him so close.

So, you just nodded.

His blood began running hotter. A green hue began omitting from his very soul. He would kill them and make them pay for hurting you. He would burn down on three realms if he had to.

Then, your tearful eyes looked into his with more than just fear. They held trust and love.

Wrath could wait.

“You don’t have to go back,” He pulled you into another hug. You reciprocated the hug this time. You knew you were safe in his arms.

“Really?” You muttered into his chest.

“Really,” He replied. He knew that he didn’t have authority over it. But he would do whatever he had to. He wouldn’t let those monsters hurt you again.

“Come on, now,” He leaned over and picked you up bridal style.

“I don’t think I can go back to sleep,” You said as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I know, Kitten, that’s why I’m taking you to my room. We can read until you fall asleep again. Or until it’s time for breakfast.”

“Kitten?” You giggled looking up at the blonde demon.

“Yes, is that ok?” He stayed calm minus the blush creeping up his neck.

“Perfect.” You strained your neck to leave him a kiss on his jaw.

Maybe just maybe you did love him back.