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elsecrytt · 2 years

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The Price of Wrath - Inspection

There were worse ways to be bent over a counter, completely bare-assed, head resting on their arms as a demon poked through their genitals, Elsey supposes.

It helps that he's devastatingly handsome. They can't see him right now, bent over and all, but that actually helps a bit.

It helps less that he's clever, that he's taking notes while mumbling to himself, and also - they wince at the sound of another tap - taking pictures of their cunt for anatomical labeling.

But it does help though. Maybe. Sort of.

It helps them from getting too cold, with their face burning as it is, and it unfortunately helps keep their sex from drying out.

If they had any confidence, any at all, that Satan would so much as bat an eye or show some interest, they'd tell him to put down this new kink in his list of discoveries.

However, his tone is clinical, cool. Not a hint of eroticism or arousal - there's interest, but not in sex.

They swear they can feel his eyes on them. Roaming. Taking in every inch, recording and cataloguing, analyzing every little twitch and curve of sinew and muscle.

It makes them helplessly, embarrassingly, unspeakably wet.

He's looking at them like he's examining an anatomical doll, and nothing has ever turned them on so much in their life.

Fuck. Fuck. He's going to do more stuff like this - is this that big of a kink they haven't known about, or just their crush acting up?

It's impossible to tell what's going on back there, where he's going to touch, what he's looking at - so their whole body soon begins to heat under his gaze, anticipating buzzing just beneath the skin.

And yet the air is still so cool, flesh so vulnerable as Elsey rests in silent submission to his gaze.

Why were they doing this again? No more of that high school bullying,

"The vaginal entrance is significantly more moist..." Satan remarks, and they have to bite their lip as he draws his fingers along their opening.

His touch is just a light trace, almost like the playful tease of a lover... were he not wearing latex gloves.

An extra layer of protection, of cool indifferent silicone instead of warm fingertips. It makes it all the more obvious how easily those gloved hands slide along them, already coated in lubricant.

Elsey counts themself lucky he can't see their face.

"Here are the labia majora..." Yes, that is where his hands are going, "And the inner labia..."

They can feel him, fingering through their folds like he's flipping through sheets of paper in a book.

Maybe he'll lick his fingers, too. It's an effort not to shudder from the trill the thought sends racing down their spine.

"And these should lead up..." The cool latex follows his words, "...into the clitoral hood."

Oh fuck. They try pressing their cheek against the coolness of the table, grounded in the flat chill of sensation.

It doesn't help. A fingertip prods, each touch a heated brush of pleasure sweeping through them, swelling interest pulsing in their cunt.

"Some cursory stimulation doesn't appear to be enough for it to become exposed... I'll test this further later."

Elsey tries not to think hope wish desperately fantasize about when later might be.

"There's some discharge from the vaginal entrance..." Fuck. It's not a suprise but fuck, still.

It's all they can do to clutch at their own arms for any kind of distraction.

"I expected to need some lubricant for this." Their entire face is on fire. "But it looks like that won't be necessary."

He's not talking to them.

Fingers enter them; two at once, probing. They're awkwardly straight and Elsey can't help but clench reflexively against the intrusion.

The unsteady but deep breaths they take to try to calm themselves down feel painfully loud, but Satan doesn't comment, thankfully.

"It seems to be about... hmm..." He spits out a measurement that seems way too large, but they don't know the units, "...deep, but it should be able to stretch much more."

A shudder passes through their cunt. His fingers are long, groping inside them, the smooth touch of him against their walls sending all the more pleasure crawling up their insides.

"This lubricant should accomodate movement, as well..."

Oh, of course he would. Elsey tries, very hard, to strangle the growing excitement in their lower half.

They bury their face in their arms, straight against the desk. It's better not to see anything in the room at all.

But that only leaves them all the more aware of the prodding in their lower half, the poking and frequent pumps that build up a steady heat.

It's... actually kind of nice. But that just means more humiliation if they do actually manage to cum from something like this, but they probably can't.

"In theory, it should be able to accommodate much wider insertions... I'll save that for next time."

The withdrawal is sudden, smooth, and leaves an emptiness where his fingers had just been warming up against them.

Elsey barely holds back a groan, hesitantly raising their head as they look back.

The sight of their own bare ass, sweater pushed up to their waist, and Satan peeling off his gloves as he backs away, sends an inexplicable trickle of anxiety through them.

They're quick to stand up straight, pulling their clothes from a folded pile beside them and tugging everything on -

The underwear immediately feels damp. Slickness licking at the insides of their thighs.

"Next time, I'll bring some tools." Satan says, and he sounds like he's talking to himself, but there's no way they're letting that slide.

"What kind of tools?" He has to at least tell them what he's planning.

(He doesn't.

He has all the power here, and they have none; it's only his curiosity that they can use as leverage over them.

And even then, they want this to continue, probably more than he does...)

Satan looks at them, in the face, for the first time since he'd ordered them to undress, and smiles.

It's not a warm smile, or a comforting one, but it goes all the way to his eyes.

And just like that, their nervous heart begins to flutter, excitement replacing anxiety in a blink.

"Meet me in the broom closet on the second floor two days from now, and you'll find out."

The unattended arousal is already pounding between their legs.

They can't wait.

(So they don't; they touch themselves later, in their room, door carefully locked and blocked over, to the thought of his face, the cool fingers against them that their own hands just can't match, the smooth voice in their ears.

Elsey has it bad. They have it real bad. But it's not like he hates them, and they're going away in a year, anyways, so... what's the harm?)

Every demon that passes them in the hall looks down as they walk by.

No, they can't wait. It's the sweetest bargain they've made so far, and they have two of Satan's more powerful brothers under their command.

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pennylucky · 2 years

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control. (satan)

rating: explicit, 18+ word count: 100 pairing: satan x f!mc tags: handjob, mc!receiving (originally posted on ao3 feb./mar. 2021) [ read the rest of 'soaked.' on ao3 ]

She tried many things to move Satan away from his books. She was tired of studying. Petulant for attention she lowered her lips to the back of his neck, licking and sucking gently. He’d shivered under her ministrations. She moved to the soft skin behind his ear only for him to give an irritated grumble and fix her with a warning stare, to which she answered, “Make me.” Within seconds he’d set aside his book and pinned her to the bed as she giggled, a moment more to slip a hand under her skirt, wetting his fingers and sinking in.

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annoying-shits-i-think-of · 1 year

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Satan : "Lucifer, I need to tell you something."

Lucifer : *sighs* "No, Satan. We can't have cats."

Satan : *pouts* "I didn't want to talk about it !"

Lucifer : *blinks in surprise* "That's surprising. Well, what do you want to talk about then ?"

Satan : "Well, first you need to promise me on Diavolo's name you won't lock me in the attic."

Lucifer : *glares* "What did you do ?"

Satan : "Promise me !"

Lucifer : *sighs* "Alright. I promise you on Diavolo's name that I won't lock you in the attic. So now tell me what you did."

Satan : "I'm dating Byleth."

Lucifer : "..."

Satan : "..."

At the Demon King's Castle

Diavolo : *frowns* "I don't know, By. Isn't it too much of a prank ? Lucifer isn't too fond of you already."

Mephistopheles : *laughs* "I think it's good ! And it's fake so it's even better !"

Diavolo : "Still..."

Byleth : "Think like that, Dia. If I go on dates with Satan, he and Belphegor won't have time to prank Lucifer. Lucifer would be less stressed then."

Diavolo : "... Yeah. You're probably right."

Mephistopheles : "Wait ! You'll go on dates with Satan ?!"

Byleth : *deadpan* "Meph, we need to make Lucifer believe we're together. So of course we'll go on dates sometimes."

Mephistopheles : *frowns*

Barbatos : "I'm sorry to interrupt but Byleth needs to go."

Byleth : "Oh. I thought it would take him more time to come here."

Diavolo and Mephistopheles : *confused* "Who ?"

Lucifer, outside : "BYLETH, YOU BASTARD ! COME HERE SO I CAN FUCKING KILL YOU !"

Diavolo and Mephistopheles : "..."

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mostmouse · 11 months

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Needed: Potion of Durability

Kirana's positive she knows what she's doing when she approaches Satan's door during his rut. But in hindsight, she might've bitten off more than she can handle.

A commission for the most lovely @fickleminder ! Thank you for letting me write Kirana :)

(Satan x OC - Kirana, explicit, 4,100 words)

Kirana studied herself in the mirror of her room, the moonlight shining in and bathing her in a soft white. Pulling at the clothes she wore, she tied her hair up into a ponytail, long hair cascading down her back. Making a stern face at herself, she nodded in determination. Bending to grab the potion on her nightstand, she drank it all before tugging on the hem of her shirt once more.

Solomon had prepared a potion for her to increase her ‘durability’, as he put it. It would last for quite a while, and would make her sturdier than even Beel - temporarily. Holding the letter in her hand, she bit her lip before escaping her room, making her way towards Satan’s. The barrier spell was done by none other than Lucifer himself, sequestering Satan through his rut. Being a born demon, instead of a fallen angel, his were more aggressive, more violent, than his brothers’.

Lucifer had helped her with the letter - a sort of consent form to quell Satan’s anxiety and inevitable panic once he regained his clarity and, with Kirana’s help, hopefully that moment would come sooner rather than later. Asmo had tried to stop her last week, recalling with a grimace how Satan’s other “partners” fared once he was done with them - some of them not surviving.

However, that wasn’t enough to deter Kirana. Sure, maybe sometimes she didn’t exactly stand up for herself and say what she was thinking, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t devoted to Satan completely. Besides, she had been in rough situations with him before, and with Solomon’s expertise in potion brewing, this shouldn’t hurt... Relatively speaking.

As she made her way to Satan’s door, she could feel the floorboards rattle silently. Sighing in relief at the soundproofing spell, she felt her shoulders relax a bit. At least not everyone in the House of Lamentation would hear what would soon be happening in their brother’s bedroom. Steeling her nerves one last time, she finally found herself in front of the door. Just as she was reaching out, it opened and a clawed hand reached out and dragged her inside.

Gasping silently, Kirana let herself be brought inside, quickly tossing the letter towards Satan’s desk, hoping he wouldn’t go after it at the sudden movement. Blinking rapidly in the near pitch darkness, she tried to focus her eyes on the demon before her, hearing his disjointed tail scuff along the floor and knocking books over.

“Sata-” Her words were cut off immediately, his mouth on hers and his rough tongue shoved into her mouth. His hands pawed at her, making easy work of her clothing as it fell in ribbons around their feet, his own body already bare. Whimpering quietly, she tried to back up just a bit, his body suffocating hers now that she was nude as well.

Following her steps, Satan had her pinned against the door, nails carving into the wood just beyond her arms. A fleeting thought had Kirana wondering if he was aware enough to realize it was her - but she didn’t dare get her hopes up. His tail ceased its lashing, instead coming and winding up her leg. As he broke away from her, his mouth trailed along her neck as he made low growling sounds.

She felt her heartbeat in her throat, anticipating him biting her with his sharp teeth, upper and lower canines sharp as knives. However, he simply pressed her tighter against the door with his body, tail coiling and squeezing the plush skin of her thigh.

Biting her lip, she took a sharp breath to ask him what was wrong, but instead a strange scent filled her head. His tail stopped between her legs, stroking her cunt as she felt her vision become a bit hazy. Meanwhile, Satan was taking his time rubbing his face and mouthing over her pulse point, steadily releasing pheromones into the air.

Suddenly, Kirana’s mouth began to water, feeling a burst of heat in her belly. “S-Satan? Can you hear me?” As her eyes began to adjust to the darkness, and as her demon had yet to move, she reached out, petting his hair softly. However, that seemed to engulf her more in the strange vapor of the air.

Feeling her knees get weak, she whimpered quietly as his tail slipped inside her soaked cunt, panting at the feeling. It didn’t take her long to come to the conclusion that Satan had done something, and that it must be related to his rut. While it seemed to make her body loose, and to her embarrassment - intensely aroused, it didn’t seem to hinder her thought process, at least, not yet.

Satan purred next to her, a deep rumbling growl in his chest as she idly stroked his hair. With a sharp shout before snapping her jaw shut, he bit down into her shoulder, feeling her skin break easily. Whimpering behind pursed lips, she felt his rough tongue lick along the superficial wound, his hands trailing down before seizing her hips in his tight grip.

As easy as lifting a hardback novel, Satan tossed Kirana over his shoulder, making the short walk to his bed and throwing her down unceremoniously. In the few moments she had been aloft, she had noticed various jugs of water and provisions of food, and she couldn’t help but balk slightly, just how long exactly had Lucifer said Satan’s ruts last?

Fully nude, on her back, and staring up at Satan’s demonic appearance while in his bed, sheets torn all around her, she felt the weight of her choices - as well as his tail that was still pressed and coiled inside of her. A meek whine left her throat as she saw his emerald slitted eyes, the sclera a pitch black that seemed to make them glow that much more vibrantly in the inky darkness of his room.

He watched her every move, every twitch of her face as his tail pressed inside her. He could tell she was soaked already, not that it mattered much - he was going to take her whether she was ready or not. Crawling onto the bed to hover over her, Kirana squeezed her eyes shut as he dragged his tail from her, instead lining himself up against her cunt. Heart pounding, she looked up at him and away from his monstrous cock.

It wasn’t as if she were unfamiliar with him in his demon form, but still, seeing it so flushed and feeling it throbbing with his heart beat had her own skipping in her chest. His hands seized the backs of her thighs, propping her legs up as the blunt tip pressed inside. Trying to take deep breaths, she fisted her hands in the tattered sheets, mouth opening in a silent scream as he shoved himself inside.

Eyes rolling back, she felt every ridge of him, his almost ruffled cock thick and lengthy inside. Grunting and whimpering as his knot approached her tight rim, she grabbed for his wrists. However, Satan couldn’t bring himself to care, he couldn’t even think. The only thing on his mind was how hot, tight, and wet Kirana was wrapped around him.

Huffing a sharp growl, he snarled above her, piercing glare making her shudder. With ease, he pulled back, only to snap his hips back into her. Gasping and writhing, she hid her face in the pillow, turning to look away and presenting the perfectly smooth skin of her neck to him. His mouth watering, Satan’s gaze slipped from her neck to her breasts, then back up.

In the back of her mind, she rationalized that the pheromones he was exuding must be making her body that much more pliant, considering his massively ribbed cock wasn’t snapping her hips in half. Gasping at every deep thrust, she bit her lip, stifling her moans while his tail wound around her waist.

The vulgar sounds echoing around them did nothing to cover up Satan’s animalistic voice, snarling and growling as he pounded into her. Breasts bouncing, Kirana let go of his wrists and covered her mouth, mewling behind pursed lips. His hands left her thighs, and instead anchored themselves on either side of her head, piercing stare boring into her watery gaze.

His tail uncoiled around her quickly, stifled cry behind her palms as he cut her shallowly across the belly and ribs. Immediately, it went to her wrists, pulling them away from her mouth roughly, dragging her hands down where they rested on her tummy, arms pressing her breasts close together as Satan watched them bounce.

Choking on her gasps, Kirana arched, the aphrodisiac of his scent beginning to cloud her mind, control over her own body slipping away steadily. Whimpering, she tossed her head to the side, biting the pillow and once again showing her neck to him. With a groan, Satan dove down, cock stuffed deep inside as he bit her neck.

Kirana cried out sharply before snapping her mouth shut, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. His teeth easily punctured her skin just as they had on her shoulder, though she couldn’t help but buck her hips into his, thoughts scattered and legs falling open wider. With a sharp growl, Satan kept his teeth hooked into her skin, hips resuming his pace as he sunk deeper inside her, knot pressed against her cunt as he forced himself deeper inside.

Tears slipped past her glassy eyes, stuttering out a quiet moan, cunt stretching around him as he shoved his knotted cock inside her fully. Gasping, her head fell back, feeling as he pulled away until he nearly slipped out just to force his fat cock back inside her aching cunt. Panting with every thrust, Satan pulled back, moving to suck bruises into her skin along her shoulders before dropping towards her breasts.

Licking her perky pink nipples, Satan moaned wantonly, her cunt squeezing his cock like a vice. Panting, he licked across her torso, covering her in his drool and scent. Chest bouncing, skin rippling with every powerful thrust, her hot wet cunt clenching around him - Satan quickly found himself overwhelmed. With a loud cry, he threw himself over Kirana, covering her body completely with his own tail, abandoning her heavily bruised wrists and wrapping around both of their bodies.

“S-Satan!” He rolled the two of them over, pulling her close to his chest as he forced her thighs apart. With a shrill cry, she could feel her hips pop, tail coiling and seizing her body in his grip as he battered her with his cock. Bouncing and sliding against his chest, she felt a burning heat surrounding her, flinching as he pounded her swelling gspot, the stimulation coming fast and hard.

Whipping her head to the side, she bit the portion of his tail she could reach, sinking her teeth hard down on him and listening as he cried out. Reactively, his tail squeezed her tighter, ignoring how she strained for breath as he dragged his claws across her back, the grip around her suffocating. With fresh tears in her eyes, she tried to call out to him, not knowing what else to do as he fucked her hard, mouth watering.

Gasping, his tail still in her mouth, she bit roughly once more as her orgasm tore through her, a burning wave of heat and wetness coating Satan’s massive cock as he continued to pound into her, moaning loudly at the sensation. He was gasping above her head, her cheek pressed tight against his chest. Drool pooling as she panted, her body slid against him perfectly, the roughness of his tail scraping her body and sporadically tightening around her.

With an aggressive snarl as he climaxed, she moaned lowly at the sensation, Satan dumping his hot cum inside her. It felt like too much, like he was filling her belly and she writhed against his chest as best as she could, his tail seizing her tighter until she gasped painfully. His hips still didn’t stop, fucking his cum deeper inside her as the filthy sounds rang in her ears.

Kirana could feel the heat of it pooling at the rim of her cunt, but his massive knot wouldn’t let a drop slip out. Listening to his low voice rumble inside his chest, Kirana didn’t fight back as his tail slipped free from her body. Dazed expression peered up to watch her demon as he pulled free of her cunt, ignoring how she gasped, how she could feel every bit of his cum begin to leak from her stretched hole.

Satan grabbed her, manhandling her body as if she were a ragdoll, and shoved her face down into the pillows. She could hear him growling, how he snarled with every breath, sharp claws moving over her body as he grabbed her hips and jerked them up, pressing her face down into the pillows again as she tried to look at him.

Whimpering, her hands fisted the pillowcase, thighs trembling and threatening to give out. She buried her face deeper as his hands spread her cheeks apart, gasping as he dragged his tail up through the mess of her slit and over her rim. Kirana couldn’t help but wiggle her hips, already missing the feeling of him inside her. Her head was fuzzy, vision blurred through tears as she drooled into the fabric of the pillow.

He hooked his claws into her, growling as he watched his cum slip down her ass. Lining himself up with her tight rim, he pressed himself inside her hot ass, groaning and tossing his head back at the tightness. His human, however, was shouting into the fabric, the stretch almost unbearable. She bit into the plushness of the pillow, tearing it as she whipped her head to the side, trying to crawl away from him. His tail came back to her, coiling over one thigh before it curled up into a blunt tip and forced itself inside her empty cunt.

“Satan!” Her voice was muffled, facing away from her demonic lover who was too absorbed in stretching her tight ass. He watched as his cock disappeared inside her, pulling back just to sink it in once more. His cum was leaking around his tail and as he felt it drip to the bed sheets, he swiped his fingers down, rubbing her clit and watching in a trance as her body writhed, collecting cum before teasing her rim by running his messy digits around where his cock was pressing inside her.

Before long, however, it seemed he got bored of the show. One hand resumed its place next to Kirana’s head, the other still holding onto her hip as he shoved himself the rest of the way inside, knot and all, his tail imitating the movements, filling her messy cunt. Her hand reached out, nails scratching across the wall just above his bed where she could reach.

Satan snarled once more, drool dripping down onto her back as he bucked his hips inside her. Shoulders trembling at the squeeze, much more intense than her cunt, he gasped aloud. He tried to catch his breath, pulling back only inches just to sink back inside her. A strangled moan passed his lips as leaned down, nose tracing the curve of her spine. She shuddered, feeling his tongue as he licked her, swiping up a few drops of blood where he had scratched her earlier.

Keeping his hips still, he focused on fucking her with his tail, moaning wantonly as her muscles clenched tight around his swollen cock. Jerking his tail inside her, he coiled it tighter, increasing the girth until it was almost bigger than he was, listening as her breathing stuttered. Once he was pleased with the size, he brought more of it around, rubbing her clit with every thrust.

Her body jerked, face pressed into the pillow as he licked and sucked marks into the back of her shoulders. His tail was unrelenting, the movement more fluid than his hard flared cock. The texture of the joints pressed hard against her cunt, the tip of it remaining pressed against her gspot. Tears soaked the pillow as she shuddered heavily, tail rubbing her clit while her gspot was left feeling almost raw from how he previously pounded it hard with his cock.

Growling, Satan jerked his hips back, smacking her ass with his hips as he began a brutal pace, easily controlling his tail so that it kept battering her sweet spot and clit. Pulling back, he leered as her body bounced under him. Grabbing her hair and twisting it around his fist, he yanked her head back, forcing her mouth open as she cried out.

Kirana tried to close her mouth, hands reaching back and pulling his wrist, humiliatingly salacious moans falling from her bitten lips. “Satan!” He grinned behind her, sharp teeth catching the light as his emerald eyes focused on her, the grip he had on her hair unhindering his brutal pace.

He snarled behind her, the sound harsh and coaxing another wanton moan from her mouth. He licked his lips, forcing his tail faster, deeper inside her messy cunt. She quaked, hands falling from his own as she propped herself up on all fours, feeling another orgasm tear through her body as his tail overstimulated her.

Choking on her moans, she felt herself cum, crying out as a hot wave leaked from her swollen cunt, dripping down her thighs and soaking the sheeting under the both of them. As Satan continued to pound into her with his swollen monstrous cock, and the unrelenting rough treatment of his tail, she felt the edges of her vision go blurry, soft moans spilling from her mouth as she passed out.

Satan paid no mind to her body and how it suddenly went limp in his intense grip. Licking his lips, he let go of her hair, letting her fall face first into the pillows, tugging her ponytail so he could see the side of her face. Groaning loudly, he adjusted his grip, grabbing both her hips once more and picking up his pace.

He was close, so close to getting off again. How her perfect ass squeezed him so tightly he might burst at any moment, the scent of her cum stuffed cunt driving him mad. Kirana’s scent mingled with his, driving him mad, along with the way she tightened around his tail, how she was so stretched out he could fit more and more of it inside her. Grinning wildly, he snapped his jaws, unable to keep himself in check as he pounded into her, dragging her back by her hips until he tossed his head back, crying out as he finished once more inside her, stuffing her full of his cum in both holes.

Gasping, he curled forward, dropping her hips as he fell to his forearms, body pressed against hers. It would be a few moments before he could pull free of her, knot swollen and blowing his heavy load inside of her. Surely her belly had to be full of his cum now, his perfect mate, covered in his scent, his cum, his sweat.

Rocking his hips, his tail pulled free of her body, coiling up and slipping into his mouth. He licked the tip clean, panting at the heady taste, the mixed cum driving him wild. Once he felt his knot soften a bit, he tugged free of Kirana’s body, watching as she fell flat against his bed. Licking his teeth inside his mouth, he slid off the messy sheets, grabbing a bottle of water and chugging it before popping off it and panting.

He flexed his hands, fingers stiff from the tight grip he had on her body. Looking back over at the limp body on his bed, he refilled the bottle, walking over as his still hard cock swung between his legs. Flipping her body easily, he licked his lips as he grabbed her by the hair, tugging her up and pouring water into her mouth.

Scoffing as she coughed some up, he tossed the bottle away after draining it. Shaking his head, he felt his hair fluff up from where it had been weighed down with sweat. He easily crawled back on top of her soft, vulnerable body. Grinning, sharp teeth glinting, he slipped his fingers inside her messy cunt, gathering wetness on his digits before dragging them between her breasts.

Rolling his hips, his tail grabbed her wrists, forcing them together and down against her tummy, so her breasts were pressed tight together. Adjusting her hands, he moved so he was sitting on her belly, heavy package resting on her hands. He slipped his throbbing cock between her pillowy tits, the mess from his hand allowing him to easily move across her chest.

Sighing at the feeling, his eyes were half lidded as he rocked his hips, cock disappearing just for the aching tip to appear by her perfect lip. Picking up the pace, he growled, tail tugging her hands so her breasts were squishing his cock, the softness rattling his breath in his lungs. Crying out, his hands pressed against the wall above his bed, hips jerking fast and rough as he felt his orgasm approaching too quickly, heavy package gliding across her belly and hands.

Gasping for breath, he winced as he grit his teeth, jaw tense. It was too much, how his cock was aching, the visual of her bruised and bitten chest bouncing as he slid his thick shaft between them, it felt too good. Panting, his emerald eyes watched as her tongue slipped from her mouth, soft moans leaving her body as he rocked above her chest.

His hands were moving before he was aware, glazed eyes watching as his swollen tip brushed past her lips with every thrust. One hand held the back of her head, tipping it enough so that her mouth fell open, the other cupped his heavy package, squeezing it as he cried out, hips jerking as he finished across Kirana’s relaxed face. His cum slipping over her cheeks and into her mouth. He moaned as he continued to pump his shaft between her breasts, covering them as well.

Hand tightening around his package, he whimpered softly, hips bucking as he finished, leaving her in an absolute mess. Letting his head fall back, tail releasing her hands once more, he let himself rest for a moment. While his body was tired, and his cock ached, he didn’t feel satisfied, he needed more of her, of his mate. Her scent was driving him to the brink of insanity, tongue restless in his mouth before he growled low in his chest.

Satan tilted forward, his fingers slipping through the mess before pressing them inside her mouth, stroking her soft pink tongue. His chest tightened, gritting his teeth as his digits slipped from her mouth and he seized her in a kiss, tongue ravaging her mouth. Hands on her cheeks, he moved his mouth against her pliant lips, sucking her tongue into his mouth before breaking apart and biting her lower lip.

Pulling back, he slid down between Kirana’s legs, admiring his work and how messy he had gotten her. Shoving his face against her plump body, his rough tongue licked along her slit, rocking his hips into the sheets and giving his aching cock a brief respite.

Moaning loudly, he ate her out, tongue rubbing harshly against her still swollen clit. With practiced ease, he slipped his tail around both their bodies, slipping back inside her cunt. He felt her hips jerk, thighs trembling as he tightened his grasp on her, scraping his teeth along her slit as his tail found her gspot once more.

Sharp eyes watched Kirana’s face closely, waiting for her to wake up. If she woke up then he’d pound her again, make her cry and scream for him. However, as he continued to eat her out, he could feel his eyes getting heavy. Covering her mound with his mouth, he licked and drooled all over her pulsing clit, tail lazily stroking and pressing against her sweet spot. While she fidgeted in his grip, head pressed into the tattered pillow, she still didn’t open her eyes.

Nuzzling his face tight against her, he slowly closed his mouth, resting his cheek atop her lower belly and nestling his tail inside her. Heat radiated from between her legs, but the scent of their mixed cum and the feeling of her soft skin beneath him had him nodding off. He barely registered the soft hand petting his hair as he passed out, body quieting and breathing evening out.

Kirana blinked hazily above him, eyes bleary and not quite conscious. Unable to move her body, she tried to pick up her heavy arms, wrists aching. Blindly, she pawed for her demon, finally finding his sweaty mop of blond hair and combing her fingers through it. Sighing contentedly, she let herself pass back out, the taste of cum in her mouth.

#commission #satan x oc #obey me satan #satan obey me #omswd #fickleminder

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umbra-davina · 8 months

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[WIP] Satan x oc 🤔 not much going on but I kinda like how it's coming along :)

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wildefierre · 2 years

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Happy Birthday Satan!! Aaaa I really missed you, I'm sorry I've been busy 😭 Even so, I love you so so much 😚💕 (Yes I took him out for a date and chose this place bc he loooves art 😚) Place is Cafe Eloise ☕

#digital art #obey me #obey me satan #obm #obm satan #obey me fanart #satan fanart #satan x oc #satan x you #satan x mc #obey me satan fanart #cafe date #cafe

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scarlettriot · 1 year

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❄️ Fireside Stories ❄️

• Pairing: Satan & Ash (@thestormkitten)

• Warnings: Too much fluff?

• Contains: Again, just a lot of cute comfort and some heated scenes.

• A/N: This fic is a part of my Winter Writing Event, specially written for @/thestormkitten! Thank you so much for partaking in the event, Ash! I hope you and Satan have a super fun time on this Holi-Date. The event is still ongoing so if anyone else would like to participate, just follow the link.

• Word Count: 1,500ish

It was early on Saturday morning when Satan stepped into the little bookstore he frequented, but rather than walking to the sections that he usually lingered in, he pulled the small piece of folded-up paper from his jacket pocket. On it were a total of three books, ones he spent the last couple weeks learning were your favorites.

He walked down the isles, the wooden floorboards of the old shop creaking under his steps as he ran a finger along the many spines until the title of the second book on the list caught his eye with its emerald green cover. He pulled it from its place and tucked it under his arm as he searched for the other two.

The first one on the list had him skeptical, and when he saw the cover, that feeling only grew. He was going to have to tuck that one away, or his brothers would never let him live down reading such a girly book, as they’d call it.

He had to admit, the last book on your list definitely grabbed his attention. Something about angels and demons... he’d gladly give that a read.

So, with the three books in hand, he headed for the register, quickly paid the woman, and headed right back to his dorm.

For the last six hours, Satan had tried convincing himself that inviting you to his dorm for a reading date wasn’t the weirdest thing he could’ve done.

The weather was colder than usual in the Devildom, and more dreary too. Even though the festival was going on and everyone was probably going to be more invested in that, you still seemed excited about having just a little quiet time with him.

“Could it be a pajama date?” You asked him with the widest smile pushing up your cute cheeks, and there was no way he could say no to you.

Which was why he was only wearing a pair of gray sweats and a white t-shirt, since he doubted his usual bedtime attire was what you had in mind.

He made sure to tidy up so you wouldn’t trip on anything when you walked in. And there was a fire roaring to keep his room toasty warm. He’d gotten snacks with the help of Beel and laid them out across the coffee table. Everything looked as good as he could possibly make it, and yet his heart was still hammering away in his chest.

Satan couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt like this, an odd combination of excitement and nerves, hells, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever felt like this!

Any other time he's asked you to hang out, it had been out in public or at least with other people, never just the two of you. He wasn’t one to ask people out on dates! What was he thinking– his phone buzzed in the pocket of his sweats, and he reached for it, rolling his eyes when he saw who the message was from.

GreedyMcGreedface: Don’t go freaking out. It’s gonna be fine.

You: I’m not freaking out!

His green eyes stared at the phone, seeing a response being typed out, but a picture came through instead: Mammon with one brow arched at his camera, followed by a text of: I don’t believe you.

His thumbs started to fly across the phone surface, typing out some hasty retort when he heard the quietest knock on his door, and it stole all his attention.

He dropped his phone on the sofa and nearly leaped over the coffee table so you didn’t have to knock again, but he made it just in time. “Hey, Ash!”

“Hey,” You chirped back, and your sweet smile relaxed him almost instantly, “Are you feeling okay? Your cheeks look a bit red?”

He touched them with his fingertips, not realizing just how much Mammon’s stupid messages worked him up. “Yes. Completely fine. Come in, come in.” He held open his door for you as you stepped inside. “I got snacks, oh, and your favorite books in case you wanted to reread them. Of course, you’re welcome to anything of mine to read too. As long as it’s not enchanted, I wouldn't want you getting–” He felt your hand slide into his.

“Thank you, Satan.”

All his rambling ceased, and a simple smile settled on his face. “You’re welcome.”

Satan really wasn't sure what the hells he was worried about. Because after having you there for just half an hour, spending time with you felt effortless. Like, this was something the two of you had done a million times and not just for the very first.

You chose to sit beside him on the sofa, and he made sure you had a blanket in case you got cold. But it wasn’t too long before you ended up draping it across both yours and his lap, scooting even closer to him.

“Your cheeks are turning red again.”

He knew they were, and he couldn’t do a damn thing to stop it. You just had that effect on him.

“Yeah. I know.”

Your eyes went to the small plate of snacks you’d been building. “It’s cute.”

That only made him flush deeper.

More time slipped by, and Satan had finished the book he’d been working through and decided it was time he gave one of yours a try, eager to talk to you about something you enjoyed so much.

You watched him reach for the Dan Brown book and put yours down.

“I wouldn’t mind reading that again…” When you said that it gave him an idea, maybe a bold one, but he wanted to go for it.

“In that case.” He set it down for a second and scooped you up so you were now nestled between his long legs, your back pressed to his chest. He grabbed the book again and held it open in front of you so you could both see the pages. “Is this alright?” When he asked, his breath tickled your ear. “Good.” He murmured when you nodded and then kissed your temple. “I’m a pretty fast reader, so, just let me know when you’re ready for the page to be turned.”

Your head tipped back, and your warm brown eyes had a little bit of mischief in them. “Think I can’t keep up, smart guy?” Your soft lips kissed his jaw, and you wiggled a bit to get comfortable before taunting, “Better get started then.”

There hadn’t been much talking at all, and both of you were actually alright with that. Just remaining snuggled up. The sound of turning pages and the crackling fire filling the air.

“Wait a moment, I don't think I read that right…” He mumbled, and you flipped the page back for him with a gentle laugh.

You’d made it a couple chapters, keeping up a good pace with his chin hooked over your shoulder to make reading easier. “Ready now?”

He shook his head and you tried to turn your head to get a better look at him. “What are you–”

Before the question left your mouth, Satan pressed his lips to yours. He couldn’t help it anymore, the pull was too strong, and if he didn’t do it soon, he felt as if he was going to burst. Devils, you felt perfect, and he just wanted more.

He carefully took the book from between your hands. He managed to push it onto the table, not giving a damn about what page you were on because now you were turning in his lap, knees on either side of his thighs, and he swore this was the closest he’d be to the Celestial Realm ever again.

His fingers ghosted down your sides while you fiddled with the light hairs at the back of his neck. He trailed down further, pawing at your plush thighs but being careful not to let his fingers venture under the hem of your pajama bottoms, not wanting to cross any lines. Not yet, anyway.

You stayed in a tangled embrace, fighting each other for the last puff of air in the other’s lungs, and he knew there was no way he’d be able to focus on reading anything else for the rest of the night and, apparently, you were of a like mind.

“You know, they actually made a movie about this book. Wanna watch it?”

He still felt in a daze, “I-- um-- I don’t have a television, though.”

“But, I do, in my room. Wanna go?”

He couldn’t have agreed fast enough.

Together, you and Satan gathered up the remaining snacks and laughed all the way down the halls to your room, and you nearly made it without being seen.

“Oh! And where are you two sneaking off too?” Mannon drolled, folding his arms over his chest, looking as smug as ever, while Asmo snickered behind his hand.

“Gonna go watch a movie.” You told them proudly.

“Fun! Can we tag along?”

“Absolutely not!” Promptly shutting down any possibility of his brothers ruining this perfect night with you. He slung his arm over your shoulders and pulled you away while the three of you laughed.

“Maybe another night, guys!”

Because maybe another night you’d actually have intentions of watching a movie…

#obey me #obey me fic #satan obey me #satan #satan x oc #satan x self insert #scar’s winter event ⛄️#event status: open ❄️

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otomefoxystar · 2 months

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Moving Forward - Chaper Six

Fandom : Obey Me!

Suitor : Satan X OC (Paisley)

Warnings : None

Author’s Note: Solomon is primarily in this chapter, Satan will reappear I promise, but this part is important on the development of Paisley.

Solomon was going to keep his promise to Satan and watch over Paisley. However, Asmo was one of his closest and oldest friends. He couldn't just ignore him because of Paisley. Solomon had to talk to Asmo straight away. Once he arrived at the house of lamentation, everyone was lively at his unexpected arrival.

"Satan's left, and we aren't allowed to contact him, Diavolo's orders," Belphie said with a hint of spite laced in his words. Solomon put his finger on his chin. "Satan came to tell us himself." Lucifer crossed his arms as he said, "He did, did he?" Solomon nodded, "Yes, although he didn't say why he was leaving." Solomon says as he shifts his feet and places his hands in his pockets. "Is everyone okay with this?." Solomon asks, and Leviathan shrugs his shoulders and says, "Asmo and Paisley haven't said anything and haven't left their rooms since this morning. I'd say they were taking lessons from me, but Asmo isn't one to shut himself up like this."

"Hmm. I'll see if I can talk to Asmo." Solomon says, "See that you do." Lucifer replies. Solomon knocks on the door to Asmo's room. "Go away." Solomon raised an eyebrow, it was unlike Asmo to push company away he always wanted to share his newest beauty product with them. "It's Solomon," Asmo answered the door. He had no makeup on, and his skin lacked its usual radiance. "Oh, Solomon!" Asmo cries, pulling Solomon into his room and immediately hugging him, crying into his chest.

Solomon patted Asmo's back. "What happened?" Solomon asks, "It's been awful, I really fucked up, Satan and Paisly hate me." Solomon backed away from Asmo, put his arm around his shoulders, and walked him to his bed. "What did you do? I'm sure they don't actually hate you." He shook his head, "They do! Not that I blame them; I'd hate me too." Solomon sat on the bed. "Well, what'd you do?" Solomon asks again, but Asmo shakes his head. "I can't say. I can't make things worse than they already are." Asmo says, sobbing, knowing he wants to tell Solomon so severely, but he won't, not after what he has already caused. "I understand; you don't have to tell me anything," Solomon says to his friend, trying to be a comfort and not pry.

After Asmo cried for a good thirty minutes, Solomon calmed him down enough to coerce him to go downstairs to eat. Mammon immediately served Asmo, wanting to cheer his brother up, trying to make his dinner aesthetically pleasing. When Mammon set the plate down, Asmo let out a little squeal. "Mammon! It's so cute." It wasn't cute, but Asmo saw the effort Mammon had put into it and, of course, complimented him. Making Mammon smile. He took a picture of it, not because he would post it on Devilgram, but because Asmo wanted to remember Mammon's kindness when he was at his worst.

Lucifer sighed, "Still no Paisley. Beel, can you bring her a plate without eating it? " Beel nodded, wanting to do anything to get his mind off Satan leaving. Their conversation played over and over in his head. Solomon cleared his throat as they all got ready to eat. "Do you mind if I take it?" Lucifer handed the plate to Solomon, and Beel looked dejected. Solomon patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, Beel, you can bring her a meal anytime. I actually wanted to talk to her." Beel shrugged his shoulders and said, "I suppose you're right."

Solomon knocked on Paisley's door, but there was no answer. "Paisley, it's Solomon. Will you please open the door?" She didn't get off her bed, "It's open." After shutting the door, Solomon walked over to her bed, where she was watching TV. He set the food down on the bedside table. "Lucifer wants you to eat." He says, and Paisley rolls her eyes. "I don't know why he insists on bringing it to me. He knows I'll eat when I'm ready." She commented, and Solomon gave her a little smile. "He's worried about you." He replied, "May I sit with you?" He pointed to the bed. "Sure," She answered.

"Paisley, are you alright?" She looked at Solomon, her eyes red from crying, and just when she thought she couldn't cry anymore, "No," she said as more tears came. "Come here, I got you." Solomon pulled her in a hug. 'Perhaps I'm here to just let everyone cry on me,' He thought to himself, and if the situation had been different, he would have laughed.

Instead, he rubbed her back. "You don't need to tell me what's going on; just let it out." Finally, when sobs stopped and she calmed down, she pulled away. "Sorry," He put his hand up, "I guess Satan leaving has been hard on you." He says as he gives her a concerned look. She shrugged, "I'm used to people leaving." Solomon's brow creased. "That's not something you should get used to. I think if your tears are any indication, you're hurting." He says, and she looks down, "Yeah." she quietly answers, Playing with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. "So much happened, and then he just left. He didn't even tell me or anyone." She says, giving Solomon a glimmer of what was bothering her.

Satan had told Solomon, Luke, and Simeon, but Solomon wouldn't tell her that. She was distraught, and so was Asmo. It made Solomon wonder what happened between the three of them. He wasn't going to push her, though. "How about you stay at Purgatory Hall for a couple of days? We can drink hot chocolate and watch movies." Solomon asks; she looks at him, surprised by the offer; she has never done anything like this before. "Um, what about Lucifer?" Solomon smiled and patted her thigh. "I'll talk to him. I'm sure it'll be fine." Solomon grinned, "What do you think?" he asked with a smile, and she nodded, accepting his invitation. "Yeah? I'll go talk to Lucifer. Get packed."

Paisley packed a small duffle bag with clothes for about three days; she packed her makeup bag. She remembered being a teenager, sitting in the bathroom, putting makeup on, and then taking it off again repeatedly because she had nothing better to do. Paisley would have to take it off before she walked out of the bathroom, afraid of the consequences if her parents disapproved, so she never really wore it. Now, she could without worrying about getting reprimanded for something she wanted to do. Coming out of her reverie, she threw in a couple of toiletries. She zipped up the bag, threw it over her shoulder, and walked to the dining room, where everyone was gathered.

Solomon looked at Paisley as she entered the room. "All set?"

"Yeah," she answered, and Lucifer looked at her, noticing her red, puffy eyes; maybe this would get her mind off things. Satan and her had become quite close. Lucifer put his hands in fists; how could Satan just disappear like this and hurt someone who cared so much for him. That actually saw him for who he was and not his wrath. Lucifer tightened his fists; why did Satan leave? He made a vow to have a talk with Satan when he finally saw him again, no matter when that may be, and give him a punishment for making them all worry. "Take care of her, will ya?" Mammon said, and Solomon smiled, "Of course." Solomon reached for her bag, and she looked at him in wonder. "What? I'll carry it for you." He said at the conflicted look she gave him. She looked at Solomon curiously. "It's just that-" she shook her head "Nevermind," She says

She wasn't used to this kind of treatment except by Satan. "Let's go." As they walked down the street, Lucifer watched with a watchful eye, and Beel came to stand beside him. "Something is off, Beel. I can feel it, but I can't put my finger on it." Beel squeezed Lucifer's shoulder, "I know I feel it too. There's something about her, huh?" Lucifer raised his chin as he eyed them. "I didn't notice it until she stood next to Solomon." Beel looked at the two walking in the distance, "Do you think she's magical? And being with Solomon magnifies it somehow." Lucifer raised an eyebrow. "That's exactly what I was thinking, Beel." Lucifer says and squeezes his hand on Beel's wrist, "I forget how inquisitive you are sometimes, Beelzebub." It wasn't often that Lucifer complimented his brother, but lately, they all had been more appreciative of each other.

Paisley was mainly quiet on the way to the purgatory hall, which Solomon expected. Still, with her emotions running high, Solomon couldn't help but notice the glimmer of magic seeping from her. He didn't say anything, but now that he knew she was magical, his brain wouldn't stop spinning on how he could take her focus off of Satan. If she agreed to learn from him, that is.

#obey me !#obey me! fanfic #obey me fandom #obey me satan #obey me shall we date #Satan x OC #solomon obey me #solomon platonic

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kellofbones · 11 months

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Null's WIP Writing Thingies Story 1:

And just a reminder these are mostly unfinished. Some if these ideas I think I'll pick up again because they're almost always things I really did like/found interesting, but for whatever life or mental health reasons just gave up on. I could go into the story behind several of these stories, but I'll do that another time.

ANYWAYS without further ado,

♤ The King's Staff ♤

Satan x OC, Male OC/MC, Magic, also featuring Solomon and Lucifer. Originally written 4/22/22

The Wizard Solomon had encountered many strange items amongst his travels but none so puzzling as this had he yet discovered until now. There upon the eldest demon brother’s desk lay a long wooden staff with a serpentine design coiled around the upper half, ending with a faintly glowing iridescent gem held within the mouth of a dragon. He felt a strong sense of deja vu, but he had no way to place it.. It could by all means be a possession of the demon lord himself, but there it sat in the House of Lamentation with no one ever batting an eye before this day. Strange how it never caught his eye before yet here and now he stood fiddling his cold hands as he ignored whatever the eldest demon brother was saying. Of course, the keen-eyed Lucifer stopped within seconds of Solomon’s distraction.

“Is there something you wanted to say, Solomon?” Lucifer asked, tilting his head with a raised brow.

“Actually,” Solomon said, pulling his eyes away finally, “Do you have any books about old magical items?” He asked, walking over to the desk as he lightly brushed his fingers over the metal scales wrapped around the wood. “I’ve never seen anything like this before, yet strangely I feel as though I should know it..”

“I’ve had Satan scour his library. He hasn’t come back-” Before Lucifer could finish, the door opened. There stood the blonde fourth born demon with a book in hand. He walked over to the desk and set the book down, opened to a specific page, pointing to the familiar illustration.

“Is that it?” He asked, looking over the staff curiously. “It’s a little different in the illustration, but..” Solomon took the book in his hands as his eyes scanned the words written in an old language. “.. I think so. Why is half the text missing?”

“You tell me. That's all I can find on this staff.”

“Odd.” Solomon said softly. He narrowed his eyes as he read what little text there was.

The Staff of Kings

This staff is said to be the one wielded by the sorcerer.. lf is.. the only thing left after his historic, city-destroying battle... become the royal sorcerer, however Minvon stopped him before... d be brought to fruition... The.. imself claimed it as a beautiful piece to hol...

“Huh..” Solomon muttered, narrowing his eyes as he tried to make out what little he could. “Staff of Kings.. Why is that familiar?”

Satan raised a brow. “I know that story. Sort of, anyway. It was wielded by some evil sorcerer called.. Ah, what was his name..?” He put a hand to his chin.

“Cedric Morgan.”

“Yea!” Satan exclaimed. “Wait, have you heard of it too?” Satan asked, tilting his head.

“I knew his rival.” Solomon said, staring darkly at the staff. “The staff should be destroyed. It should have been long ago, but for whatever reason, Sir Selvyne refused.” He looked away, crossing his arms. “That man was nothing but a curse I’ve heard.”

With a huff, Lucifer tilted his head as he looked closer at the staff. “It’s very well made. I can see it being a great conversation starter as a decoration.”

“How did you even come upon such an evil item?”

“Lord Diavolo gifted it to me once. He believed it as I did, a lovely decoration. I hadn’t really had the time to put it up but..” He shuffled. “I took a look at it this morning and felt..” He furrowed his brows, leaning in a bit closer. “Something’s..”

Solomon’s eyes widened as he quickly grabbed hold of the staff. “Don’t. It’s like a sickness, burrowing into your mind. I’ve seen men go insane over this thing.” He said, holding it sideways. “If it’s so evil why did no one ever destroy it?” Satan walked over, staring closely at the staff. “It’s nothing special, aside from maybe the gem in the middle-”

“Don’t touch that!” Solomon yelled. “The sorcerer told me never to touch the gem. It would cause irreparable harm!” The blonde huffed. “I’m a demon, Solomon. I don’t know about men, but I can probably handle whatever it is..”

“Satan, I really don’t think-”

“Hush it.” The blonde said, snatching the staff. “Gems are the power, so if we remove it then the staff itself can still work as a fancy walking stick..” His fingers wrapped around the gem ever so gently. Then everything went white.

Satan stood, wide eyed as he stared down at his hand unaware of the papers and items now flying over the room, and Solomon frozen as if he’d been paused.

Lucifer quickly glanced around. “Satan..” He mumbled. “What..?”

Satan closed his eyes. He could feel something coursing through him, a voice talking ever so faintly. “You..” He mumbled. “Want to be free..”

Lucifer quickly stood only to find his movements slowed heavily. “Satan..!” He called out, widening his eyes. “Wait-!”

Satan’s eyes shot open. “Cedric.” He said, turning to Lucifer. “He’s alive.”

“.. given what Solomon said, we should notify Lord Diavolo right away if-”

“Lies.”

“What?”

“They’re lies.” Satan said, looking down at the gem, and the snake with a dragon’s head which had come to life. “The sorcerer was.. Wrong.”

“How do you know he’s-”

Satan gripped the end of the snake’s tail, which stuck in the middle of the staff where the gem once was. “I’ll let you ask him yourself.” He said, ripping the creature off of the wooden frame.

The resulting shockwave caused the office to become even more of a mess. Satan opened his eyes, noticing a pile of books upon his back. He groaned, pulling himself up slowly. Lucifer had fallen over his desk, and with all that blood in his head from the position he felt dizzy just lifting himself up.

“Satan..” Lucifer muttered, glancing around. “Are you alright…?”

Solomon shot up from the floor, shuffling back urgently against the wall at the sight before him. Satan pulled himself up more, looking to that same spot, as Lucifer finally spotted it.

There in the middle of the floor, with the gem of the staff now shining brightly, a rather skinny man lay. His hand twitched.

“No..” Solomon mumbled, glaring at Satan. “What.. What did you do..?!”

Satan blinked, watching the man’s head slowly rise to face him. Red eyes stared toward him half asleep, before they opened wide. He scrambled up to his knees, moving up and using both hands to grasp one of the demon’s.

“You..” He spoke, though his voice had a hoarseness to it. “You freed me.. I..” He lowered his head, shaking. “Thank you..” He choked on a sob, covering his mouth as he lowered down even more.

He was elvish in appearance with the characteristic pointy ears, his skin light with a pink undertone. His silver hair was tied back into braids, with silver rings separating the braids from the loose hair. He wore a tattered linen shirt and long tan pants with no shoes.. He looked almost like a homeless man with his sunken, gaunt fearures.

Solomon raised to his feet, taking the staff off the ground and holding it away from the elf. He narrowed his eyes.

“You.” He said, his voice lowering. “You have some nerve deceiving a demon to release you from your...” He paused. “Wait.. you were in there?”

The elf lifted his head, turning to Solomon. “My staff.. I was trapped.” He said, moving backward. “I..” He gulped. Satan could feel the shivering worsen, only then noticing just how skinny this elf was. He wrapped his hand around the elf’s, pulling them both to their feet.

“.. Cedric, right?” To which the elf nodded. Satan stepped in between him and Solomon.

“May I have the staff back?”

“I’m not letting it go back into that fiend’s hands.” Solomon retorted.

“He’s no fiend.” Satan lowered his head. “I don’t know exactly what it was but when I touched that gem I connected with him. I could.. Feel him, if that makes any sense. He was imprisoned, Solomon.”

“That doesn’t change anything!”

“Why would Sir Selvyne never say such a thing? If you or any of his colleagues knew, they would have destroyed it to remove all traces of him, right?”

Cedric blinked, looking to Solomon with narrowed eyes. “You knew Minvon?”

Solomon scoffed. “I worked with him, yes. He told me all about you and your horrible plans.”

“I don’t recognize you at all..” Cedric sighed. “Of course.. He’d tell the story that I’m the bad one..”

“What story?” Solomon raised a brow.

“Minvon Selvyne was a liar and a cheat.”

“How dare you..!” Solomon shoved the tip of the staff into the elf's chest, knocking him back. Satan quickly shoved the sorcerer back, yanking the staff out of his hands. ".. Lucifer, get your brother under control. Now." Solomon growled. The eldest brother glanced between the two and shook his head.

"Satan." He said calmly. "I don't know what exactly has been told to you but given we know Solomon better, I'd recommend we trust his-"

"Absolutely not." The blonde demon shoved the staff into Cedric's arms. Cedric blinked, confused, and picked up the gem from the floor. He sighed.

"Here." Cedric said quietly, handing both items back to Solomon. "You can hold these until you feel comfortable returning them. I'm.. out of practice, anyhow." He said quietly, crossing his arms. "We need to tell Lord Diavolo." Lucifer said.

Satan turned to Cedric with softer eyes. "Are you okay?" Cedric nodded. "Just.. hungry. The staff left me in a sort of.. stasis. I was there, mostly, but I never got hungry or tired. All I could do was read." He chuckled softly. "I got lucky with the books, I guess. They would change every few months. I have a.. bit of an idea of how the world has changed."

~ end ~

Author Notes:

Honestly, if I were to revisit this I would definitely rewrite it. As of right now I can say I dont have a full grasp on Solomon as a character and I really do try not to mischaracterize these guys, or any canon characters that I write. It's why I tend to stick to my own characters, honestly.

I feel I could better describe the connection that Satan shares with Cedric given it feels a little bit too.. rushed? I guess. I do want to do a proper story with Cedric as he is another oc of mine whom I really enjoy the story I've made for him so far.

Can you believe I got it from a home mod for Skyrim?

#null's wip writing thingies #writing #oc #original character #obey me #obey me shall we date #obm #obm solomon #obm lucifer #obm satan #satan x oc #satan x mc

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meowsgirldrawing · 2 months

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Many Kisses~ (PolyAU! Obey me!)

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

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kpop-otome-yandere-here · 6 months

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Mc: *laying on a pool chair, unconscious*

Levi, panicking: They're not breathing!

Solomon: I'll give them mouth-to-mouth!

Mc: *opens one eye,* Ew no! Let Mammon do it! *Closes eye*

Lucifer:

Beel:

Solomon:

Satan:

Levi:

Belphie:...

Mammon: GET OUT OF THE WAY, MOTHERFUCKERS!

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elsecrytt · 2 years

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The Price of Wrath

The relationship starts off purely transactional.

A human in the Devildom was bound to get harassed.

It's terrifying, even without the hostility - being kidnapped, trapped in a wholly unnatural world, thrust into classes and a culture unfamiliar.

There isn't a way to fight back, at least not early on.

With only Mammon - a certified slacker - as an appointed guardian, and then a coerced pact, they can't exactly command respect.

Much less convince lesser demons to stop harassing them at school.

Elsey can't even get their housemates to stop threatening to eat them.

Sometimes you have to call it quits.

But not all their housemates are useless.

Satan - the pretty one, the beautiful one, not like Lucifer whose face feels sharp enough to cut with a look or Asmo who looks so polished their eyes water - is helpful.

He's smart. Friendly, personable. Even if it's clear that's not all he is.

It was obvious he was annoyed the first few tutoring sessions but they drank in his every word, sat in rapt attention and asked as many reasonable questions as they could.

Satan liked having his ego stoked, too, especially when Elsey didn't make it obvious that's what they were doing.

He liked being able to explain concepts to an attentive student, to play teacher - master - and show off his knowledge to a suitably impressed audience.

What Elsey didn't realize, was that he had noticed them.

Not their stolen glances at him in class or their light flushes when their bodies touched or brushed in passing.

No.

What Satan noticed was their... humanity, for lack of a better word.

He didn't come in contact with humans too often. The ones he did encounter were witches, sorcerers.

It's not to say that his knowledge about them is lacking - no, if anything, he had too much knowledge.

His curiosity is almost clinical, but as soon as the questions come to him the urge for answers wells up inside him, and they're always right there - across the desk, in the same class, so accessible and willing to help.

Satan is curious about them. Their features are smooth and pretty, but not particularly feminine.

Most humans were born with one of two sets of genitals - which one does Elsey have? What do they look like?

He hasn't seen much of the more delicate parts of humans, hasn't cared to see it. But now the answers are inches away from them.

It's more than a little bit intoxicating. They speak to him as an equal, ask him genuine questions, thank him kindly for his time, but...

In the end, they're a human, and he's a demon. The knowledge that he could rip them apart like so much tissue paper lingers in his awareness.

He's so much more powerful than them they may as well be an inanimate object. They can't hurt him, can't fight him.

They wouldn't even try. They're too smart.

He's the Avatar of Wrath. They'd been warned about him the moment they got here.

And they take him up on every tutoring session, eagerly.

They have to know what he could do. That he could do it.

Perhaps that's what's the most fascinating. Elsey is as engaging and intelligent as any demon he's ever met - more than many of them, he'd even admit - but they're so weak that it all means nothing.

In the Devildom, strength is everything.

And they know this - they have to. He's seen them threatened by his brothers, harassed by lesser demons in the halls.

He's felt their anger. The burning humiliation of being unable to defend themselves, of knowing the best option they have is to shut up and take it.

And they do, because they're too smart not to.

But they're probably not smart enough to not take a deal with a demon. Especially not when he's offering such a good one.

He can get rid of those pesky little demons that harass them. It's no trouble for the Avatar of Wrath.

They just need to help him... satisfy his curiosity.

Elsey knows a dangerous bargain when they hear one, of course.

It's obvious he doesn't know about their crush. That he doesn't have any underlying motivations, either (even if they squint really really hard, they can't quite convince themselves of it).

But it's so fucking frustrating. Being tripped, shoved, spat at, insulted.

And Satan is the vision of their personal avenging angel; electric green eyes, bright golden hair, a smile like a knife and an aura of danger wherever he goes, lurking just beneath the surface.

There's a thrill to knowing something like that is going to be staring down their tormenters.

That anyone who does toy with them will be facing the incarnation of wrath himself.

But the real thrill that consumes them is the one in his eyes - hungry, all-consuming... even if it's not in the way they want it to be.

Even if he's just curious.

And fuck, he's hot, he's asking, and every part of their body wants him already.

So there was only really ever one answer.

#mc!elsey #satan #satan x mc #satan x oc #The Price of Wrath #part one #yes there will be more parts ilu guys ty #dark #darkfic #long post

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