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xnchxntmxnt · 6 months

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I've certainly got nightbringer brainrot as well. Here's my piece.

Satan is very clearly less in control of his anger and emotions in general, and even most of his brothers fear him at this point. Maybe he goes on a rampage, but this time the reader gets caught up in it somehow. Mc is hurt in the process after trying to help, and Satan comes to the harrowing realization that he was the cause.

Hm hm maybe some reverse comfort from reader? Satan that acts like a kicked puppy or perhaps he doubles down and makes things worse for himself.

Anyways I love nightbringer Satan! He doesn't seem the least bit threatening to me, it's very cute how angry he gets lol.

anon,,, ur patience is astronomical. plz do not hate me

I Will Never Let You Fall

Character: Satan (Obey Me)

Warnings: blood/injury mentions, brief description of a meltdown/anxiety attack. not proofread

Notes: i feel like the ending is a little rushed 😭😭 but I also wanted him to be soft. satan deserves to be held actually

Notes pt 2: also the song i got the title from is called "your guardian angel" (it's linked). ironic

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He didn’t realize what he’d done until it was already over.

No, it wasn’t terrible at first glance, but he was worried. Incredibly worried. Worried to the point that he even called for Asmodeus’s help, despite not getting along with any of his brothers.

There he sat, in your room, watching over you as you slept. There were long, white bandages wrapped delicately along your arm and a small potion on your bedside table that would help you heal faster.

He’d lashed out—he was overstimulated and frustrated, experiencing feelings he didn’t like and they overwhelmed him. You’d only come in to ask to borrow a book, but between the new sound of your voice and the footsteps he could hear from the hallway, then the music he could hear because his door was open, no doubt from Mammon’s room, he couldn’t focus on anything other than the noise. It was all bad noise.

And you ended up hurt.

Your eyes fluttered open slowly and he sat up a bit straighter. He wanted to make sure you were okay. As gently as possible, he held your face and ran his thumb over your cheek. “Are you awake?” he asked, prepared to dart out of the room to get anything you requested of him.

The next thing he knew, you were smiling at him. Smiling. He didn’t deserve for you to look at him like that—he’d hurt you, and you were smiling at him like he’d just handed you roses.

“Don’t-don’t do that,” he muttered, pulling his hand away from you and hanging his head. He stared at his lap, trying not to sound angry at you. He wasn’t angry at you, he was angry with himself. But that’s what got you here in the first place—his anger. Wrath. The stupid powers he’d gotten stuck with because of his brothers decisions-

“You look upset,” you said softly, placing your hand over his. “I’m not mad at you, Satan. Don’t beat yourself up. I know you can’t always…control your magic as well as you’d like to.”

“Not–not beat myself up? Are you–” he was about to start yelling, he could feel the tension and heat rising in his body. Instead, though, he tried to take a deep breath and relax. “I’m sorry. I’m trying–”

“I know you are. That’s why I’m not upset. I don’t think you get enough credit for how hard you try, actually.” You slowly shifted, sitting up a little farther and sliding closer to the wall. With that, you patted the bed next to you, signaling him to sit with you, so he did.

He tensed immediately when you laid your head against his shoulder, but slowly relaxed into the soft touch. He didn’t deserve all this, but you were willing to show how much you cared about him.

Usually, when he felt hot, it was anger. But he couldn’t stop the heat from rising in his cheeks when you took his hand as well. Such a small action had a whirlwind of feelings going through his mind. However, he didn’t want to ruin the moment. Instead, he sat there in silence, allowing you to slowly fall in and out of sleep on his arm. It was the first moment of peace he’d felt since arriving in the Devildom.

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princessasmosprincess · 8 months

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The Same Page

In the universe of Mermaid Splash

Summary: When your book falls into the sea, you come face to face with the fascinating merman who retrieves it.

Pairing: Satan x GN Reader/MC

Genre: Fluff.

Warnings: None.

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Author's Note: While this work makes a few references to Mermaid Splash, you don't have to have read that one to understand it.

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It felt so rude to stare, but Satan had never seen anyone’s attention so rapt before. Then again, it wasn't as if Satan had even met other merpeople who were avid readers, other than a few of his brothers.

It was nice to observe a human taking advantage of the privilege of reading.

Satan envied humans for their access to books, he could only get the ones claimed by the waves in shipwrecks. What he wouldn’t give to be able to visit a library, just once, like the ones he’d read about.

Many of the humans he had encountered were foolish sailors who placed more value on riches rather than knowledge. So when they succumbed to the song of Satan and his brothers, he didn't care one bit if their lives were lost to the unforgiving depths.

But you seemed different.

You stretched and crossed one leg over the other on the rail of the ship where you had perched yourself as you read, completely oblivious to the revelry on deck.

He was fascinated with the line of your muscles, the way they were able to keep you rooted in such a precarious location despite gravity, wind, and the bobbing of the ship fighting against you. It looked like it could be a comfortable position for reading, but Satan really couldn't say himself. His lower half was different from yours and he didn't have the same capabilities. Not to mention he was rarely, if ever, totally out of the water.

You turned on your side, facing the water, your legs still crossed at the ankle, the shape not unlike a merperson's tail. You gave a blissful sigh as you turned another page, leaning lazily on one arm.

Beautiful.

He could watch you read for hours. There was something so lovely in the way your gaze skimmed the page, the little expressions you made when you read something you liked. He saw you mouth a word you seemed to be unfamiliar with a few times until it felt comfortable on your lips, giving a satisfied smile as you pronounced it once more and then moved on to the next sentence.

Satan’s heart clenched. He did that too (or he used to, he’d already read the books in his collection several times through). It was comforting to know that humans and merpeople weren't all that different, even in little quirks like that. And maybe that meant he had a chance for happiness with his partner.

Asmo deserved that, at least, for all he had gone through.

A breeze picked up and the ship bobbed against the building current. You reached down to brace yourself against the rail, but in doing so you lost hold of your book and it plummeted into the sea.

“No, no, no!” You cried, hopping back onto deck.

“Lost another book over the side?” Someone called after you.

“Not this time!” Your voice faded away as you ran down into the ship.

You couldn't bear to lose another book, this was the seventh one yet and you didn't have the money to replace it. The story was really getting good, too. If you ran fast enough, maybe you could catch it before it sank under the waves.

You threw open the large porthole on the lower deck around where your book had dropped. The book had already begun to drift away but thankfully it still floated on the surface of the water.

Silently cursing yourself for not thinking to grab a net on your way there, you rolled up your sleeves and reached out to try to grab it.

It was too far away.

You looked around the room for something you could use to retrieve it, but there was nothing but tangles of old rope and empty wooden crates.

Now there was an idea…

You dragged a crate up to the wall under the porthole and stepped up onto it. You pushed your shoulders out of the porthole and stretched as far as you could, the green sea churning just a few feet below you, with only one hand as your anchor to the ship. You probably should have made use of the rope, but you had no time for regret.

“Almost…” You could feel your fingers slipping against the edge of the windowsill, but you needed to retrieve your book. Now.

You stretched as far as you could but the book was still too far away. Your fingertips didn't even brush the cover.

Ripples lapped at the pages, and it almost felt as if the sea was taunting you for your loss, keeping the book just out of your reach.

And in one fell swoop it was swallowed by a wave.

“No!” You sagged against the porthole, disappointed and near tears. Your poor book was lost to the sea.

“You should be more careful,” said a gentle voice.

“I know!” You sniffed, burying your face in your folded arms that leaned over the windowsill. “I just couldn't help it. The breeze felt so nice tonight, and sunset is the perfect time for reading.” The crew would never let you live this one down. Mephisto had already lectured you about making “frivolous” purchases, now he had a reason to tear into you about carelessness.

“You’re lucky I was here,” They pressed the book into your hands, prompting you to look up from your wallowing.

You blinked a few times to clear your vision, “Thank y–” It took you a moment to register what you were seeing.

A handsome man, wearing nothing but a single string of pearls, with golden hair and eyes the color of the ocean, floated in the water next to the ship, his emerald green tail swishing behind him.

You screamed.

Of course Satan had to come to your rescue. It was only right as a fellow bibliophile, although now he was starting to regret that decision.

“Please stop,” He tucked his tail underneath himself and treaded water.

You clutched the sopping wet book in your hands, dripping seawater onto the deck as you began loudly rambling something about not getting enough sleep or reading too many fairytales.

Satan needed to calm you before someone else came to find out what was going on. It would do him no good to have the entire ship, likely stocked with tools meant to catch and maim sea creatures, to be up in arms. How embarrassing would it be for a Prince of the Sea to be killed over a book?

“You know, that book of yours is salvageable.” He said, hoping to distract you from your panicking.

You hugged the book against your chest, “It- it is?” You stammered.

“Stand it on its end and fan out the pages and leave it by an open window, don’t touch it until you’re sure it’s dry. It might take a few days.”

You looked from him to the book and then back to him, “How do you know that?”

He gave a patronizing smile. “I take it you're finished?”

You inhaled a deep, shaking breath. Your eyes were still wide in shock, but at least you weren't screaming anymore.

You nodded, your cheeks growing warm. “I’m sorry. I just. I’ve never seen a merperson before. I didn't even think they were real.”

“Oh, I can assure you, we’re very real.” He snapped his tail up behind him.

You gasped. What a cute reaction.

“Um…” You said, trying to regain your composure, “Thank you for saving my book.”

You cradled it in your arms as if it was your most prized possession, and Satan thought he would melt into seafoam on the spot.

“Yes, well,” He looked away, blush blooming on his cheeks. You were even more lovely up close. “I might have kept it for myself if I didn’t already have the same book in my collection.”

“You collect– do you keep them under the sea?” You asked, cocking your head adorably.

“Of course not,” he chuckled, “I keep them in a cave, safe from the elements.”

“Oh, naturally,” you quipped, a playful twinkle in your eye.

So you weren't just pretty to look at, but clever too. He liked that. Really liked that.

“How else would I know the proper way to dry and preserve books? Waterlogged paper doesn’t make for good reading.” He said.

“No it doesn’t…” You looked down sheepishly at the damp leather and soaked pages.

“But if you heed my advice you won’t have that issue. Just don’t leave it too close to the open window.” He teased.

“I won’t, I promise.”

You seemed to study him with such probing, bright eyes. As if trying to figure out exactly how he worked, which Satan realized with a pang was exactly how he had watched you earlier. The thought made him feel almost giddy, it was as if the two of you were on the same page.

Satan swam up a little closer to you, languidly sweeping his tail out behind him so you could get a good look at his fins, his scales glittering in the low light of sunset. “So, which one were you reading?” He asked.

“Huh?” You blinked, distracted by his physique.

“Which story?” The book you had almost lost was a volume of Greek myths, one Satan had read so many times he nearly had it memorized. It seemed you had good taste in literature as well.

“Oh, I was reading the story of Orpheus and Eurydice,” you grinned. “Orpheus was just about to begin his journey out of the underworld when I dropped my book. Thanks to you, I get to read how it ends.” You appeared to be very excited.

“I see…” Satan frowned.

“What is it? Do you not like that story?”

You seemed to want his approval. Did that mean you sensed a connection the way he did? Satan could only hope.

“No, on the contrary, I love it, it’s one of my favorites. It’s just…” His expression was cryptic, “I’d recommend reading Eros and Psyche next.” Satan turned to leave, he could hear your fellow crew members calling for you up on deck.

“Why that one next?” You wanted him to stay, to prolong the time so you could learn more about this handsome merman you'd been fortunate enough to cross paths with. If only Mephisto hadn't chosen that moment to start bellowing.

“Just trust me.” He flashed a smile that almost made you swoon, “Next time you’ll have to tell me what you think.”

“Next time?” Your heart was practically beating out of your chest. “Does that mean I’ll see you again?”

“Perhaps…” He gave a wink over his shoulder before diving into the sea, his beautiful tail flicking up over the water before disappearing beneath the waves.

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yourlocalstranger123 · 8 months

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Hey! I was wondering if you could do obey me datebles with a yoimiya from genshin impact? She loves fireworks and has a child like way of looking at things and great with kids.

I love her so much🥰

Sorry if its to much or you not taking ask's. So just ignore if so😅 this way my first time so sorry.

《Summary》: You were quite the cheerful human to them. Being literally everyone's therapy as they enjoyed your cheerfulness and the warmth you give out. You were good with children too!

(Maybe they should start a family with you—)

Reader can be read as a girl or boy. Idk

A/N: I do not remember the lessons well so if I get some details wrong, apologies. Also Beel and Mammon has the same end color, sorry!!

ALSO!!! THERE WILL BE PART 2 FOR THE REST OF THE BROTHERS AND MAYBE PART 3

Easter egg: Did you notice I did a little something about the brothers? Y'know, what demon they are. EXCEPT for asmodeus, instead of "lust," it's "attraction/attract" bc I don't really wanna use the word lust for this....❌️ Also, with Satan, too. I put in multiple words that can equal like some wrath in a friendly way? For ex: his heart felt tortured but felt in a good way or etc. (Love definitely lmao)

(No. I do not have a favorite just because I gave levi a sticker. I can't find a good one for his symbol, so...AND BECAUSE I DEFINITELY CAN SEE HIM TRYING TO DO PICK UP LINES WHILE CONFESSING HIS LOVE TO YOU LMAO—)

(SAME WITH SATAN, I JUST DID FIRE...AND YOU'LL KNOW WHY)

Warning: Slight Angst, AND SORRY FOR THE CRINGEY CONFESSIONS. I TRIED OKAY 😭🤧

♤♡~《Obey me•°××× ×××°•Brothers》~◇♧

Lucifer

(Both should be from obey me game official art)

× he always ignored you. Never really interacting with you unless necessary. You gained quite the popularity of being such a sweet, kind girl.

× But when you defended Luke and took responsibility when he accidentally took the grimoire as you and Beel were simply trying to hide him, he felt his heart ache. Why?

♤ He wanted to apologize to you for yelling at you and almost killing you, but his pride was overthrowing it. But....you...you still welcome him. Asking him if he wanted to join you and his brothers seeing your fireworks. Of course, he declined. Saying it's not worth his time and he's busy as the brothers complained at him for being so mean!

♤he secretly watched you out of the window of his office. Clenching his hands as he saw you all enjoying your fireworks. Heart thumping when he saw your beautiful and warm smile....how could you smile like that? Especially to demons...so freely..

♤ he decided to maybe try interacting with you. Only saying it's for business and only trying to make you comfortable. (He just wanted to spend time with you)

♤ seeing how busy he was, eyes drooping as his hair was messy while he was still doing papers. You decided to convince him to go outside, not letting him know something,,

♤ he went outside with a small blanket you wrapped around him. He sat down on a bench next to you as he looked where you pointed. His eyes shined, filling with bright colors as he saw fireworks firing beautiful into the night sky. He tried covering his face with his arm as he starting tearing up.

♤ he felt a warm hand wiping of his tears as you looked at him, patting his back. It wasn't out of pity, just pure warmth and concern. He finally lets himself rest. Leaning onto your shoulder as he listened to the popping of the fireworks....

♤ everyone was shocked when him, the work-alcoholic getting out of his office to spend some time outside?! He glared at the staring eyes but soften when you happily walked around. So cheerful as you played with the children approaching you. No wonder his brothers and other people had such a liking and attraction towards you.

♤ he was so proud and prideful that he had you on his side and in his life too.

"You're like the peace between heaven and hell. Bring warmth to both sides.....[name], I love you"

(When you kissed him, you could see him smiling as if he wasn't nervously blushing while doing it. And giving him an extra kiss on the cheek? You would make his day better)

Mammon

(1st is wedding art from obey me game) (2nd is from @angyefdez in Twitter)

× he did really care about you. Only after money, of course, but he didn't know why you kept cheering him up when he's precious Goldie, the credit card was taken away. Always trying to cheer him up with your fireworks and being playful in a random park, which he somehow enjoys a lot and always hopes it every time his precious credit card is taken away.

× the way you laughed but still respected him as the great mammon made a tug on his heart. Clenching on his chest as he thought about you. Whenever he goes shopping and sees something you like, he imagines how happy you would be. Then poof, he suddenly bought it.

$ blushing furiously as he just shoves the gift into your arms and says, "You're w- welcome!" And just walks away. But you can feel the stare burning a hole through your back behind a wall as you open it. Chuckling as you hugged the gift onto your chest. Keeping it near your heart as you smiled. Suddenly, his heart suddenly goes wild! And as he clutched onto his chest, he looks away and blushes.

$ now he buys you gifts every time he goes shopping. Small, big, cute, fancy, you always seem to appreciate it. Praising him and thanking him every time. He sometimes pouts when you hang out with some weak old demon. He's the avatar of greed?! Why hang out with them?!

$ but every time you ask him if he wants to hang out with you and watch your fireworks, always forget about it and willingly follow you. Sitting on the grass, he smiles when you light up a firework and see the usual big warm grin as you run to him and carelessly flop down and wait.

$ he felt quite greedy over you, wanting more of your attention and being more spoiled with your love and affection. (Like who wouldn't)

$ As he watches the fireworks burning brightly, giving light to the dark of the sky. As if the stars are shining even brighter and reflecting off your figure, he looks at you. Smiling as his hand scoots over and comes over yours.

"You're my treasure. I will put you on top of everything, my daimond. [Name], please become my everything, I love you"

(HE WOULD BLUSH SO MUCH THAT STEAM WOULD COME OFF HIS HEAD IF YOU KISSED HIM! and on the lips? You definitely would make him pass out)

Asmodeus

(Both are official art of obey me game)

× he enjoys fireworks, as it burns brightly and beautifully. He was surprised when he found you slightly messy and with your hair tied up as you're making fireworks. You noticed that he just stood there near the door of your room, watching you.

× You didn't touch him without washing your hands first, and he liked that. He liked that you respected his personal space and boundaries (even though he would love for you to touch him)

× Oh, how he loved to style your hair. It doesn't matter if it takes hours. He'll still do it. He watches you when you would play around with the children and twirl them around. He almost squealed when he felt you pick him up (even if you're shorter than him) and also twirl him around (like a pretty little princess fr. Just like the baby girl he is lmao-)

♡ His face goes slightly pink whenever he sits down as you show him some small fireworks for him to use. Every night, he lays down in bed, thinking about you and what you were gonna plan for him tomorrow. He giggles like a girl teenager in love as he drifts off to sleep, smiling.

♡ He walks along with you as you cover his eyes with a blindfold. He felt you stop and taking off his blindfold. Opening his eyes, he slightly gasped when he found himself near a lake as the night was a full moon. Hearing you chuckle and setting up the fireworks, he watches in awe. It was so beautiful.......

♡but the thing that most attracts his attention was you

"You are the one that shines brightly and beautifully in my eyes. You never wither away like a flower and always stay tall and strong, [name], I love you so much"

(He would kiss you first, definitely. Wrapping his arms around your neck or waist as he kisses you. You would take him aback if you kiss him back, and you could see him blushing as he grins. He'll definitely enjoy it if you picked him up and held him like a pretty little princess again and smothering his face with kisses)

Leviathan

(Both from obey me game)

× He never really gave any thoughts about you. He always sees you playing games with children, either outside games, inside games, or even video games. Although your style of making up games was interesting, he still didn't pay much attention....Until you caught him wearing Ruri-Chan merch and her dress..... (You thought he enjoys cross-dressing or like wearing feminine clothing until he corrected you.....you may or may have not bought him more Ruri-Chan merch and dress)

× he was sooo embarrassed!!! He avoided you as much as he could and locked himself in his room for days!! Not until you knocked on the door, asking about Ruri-Chan and Anime. Saying that you were interested. Which made him hesitant but thrilled to show you the world of it. He squealed when he finally had someone to watch Ruri-Chan and Anime with him!

🎮 And when you asked him to play some video games with you, oh, you could see the excitement in his eyes. He made you come to his room every night and play with him [Don't let your dirty minds go wild >:( ] He would hog you so much that even the Brothers got jealous and tried taking you away from him for their own time with you.

🎮 He always envy those who captured your attention as if he doesn't already hog your attention. (Every brother would, especially Mammon since he is the demon of greed)

🎮 He would hesitate about going outside and spending time instead of staying in his room watching Ruri-Chan and playing video games. But he still followed you. He watches you play games with the children as you drag him over to join you and them. He never felt so active in physical activity. But it was worth it seeing the smile you had.

🎮 He found you making fireworks as you were excited to show him it. He quickly tried putting a blanket on the ground and patted the spot near him. You set off the fireworks as you ran back and laughed. Pointing at the sky, he saw fireworks blooming into a figure. It was Ruri-Chan! He was so excited and watched it as Ruri-Chan made different poses for each fireworks. He really loved spending time with you.....and he loves you

"U- uh, ahaha...." He flips the pages of a book as you stand there and chuckle. "A- are you Wi-fi? Because I can feel a connection!" Or "Are you my phone(life) charger? Because without you, I'd die!"

(Here's the real confession after those pick-up lines and he definitely still is stuttering hehe)

"[Name]...I- I uhm....I would love to spend my life with you...I love you!"

(He'll become redder than red itself if you kiss him anywhere, and he'll explode like a volcano if you kiss him on the lips.)

Satan

(Both from game)

× he was interested in your fireworks. After you got closer with him, he actually asked for a custom firework. (The fireworks were like klee bombs on safety mode as fireworks) Amazed how it can burn so brightly without burning the near surrounding things since it was on fire....literally.....you kinda had to have a bucket of water ready since it was so hot that it actually burned something.(his heart) the plants ahhaah....

× his heart softly bounded against his chest lately. Did you put a spell on him? He grumbles for the whole day but soon lit up like a cat who sees their favorite person with a treat when he sees you. As soon as he realized, he blushed and quickly walked away. Leaving you behind cunfused.

🔥 this feeling felt painful, torturing, but felt so good. But it felt way worse when he wasn't with you for a while. And even WORSER when he sees you with some random demon. He just felt like ripping that demon to shreds, making them regret and wish they were dead.

🔥He starts to miss you, slightly pouting a bit. But he heard a meow outside his door, checking on it he sees you holding a cat as you have fireworks in a bag.

🔥 he happily held the cat in his arms as he excitedly followed you. Standing under a tree, he watches the fireworks with you. Leaning softly over to your shoulder. And he even invited himself to lay his head on your lap when you let him!

"You set my heart ablaze. It feels so hot but feels so good. But it hurts me to see you with someone else. You have my soul in your hands as it is on a firely blaze.....[name], I love you"

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teal-sword · 8 months

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Satan x gn reader

What is love?

✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧

Honestly the question by itself was pretty but not that bad of a serotype, he's seen it in his romance books and his favorite shows that have a romantic twist where the main detective falls in love with his most hated rival and he can't manage to wrap his mind around it.

Satan doesn't hate the trope of a character asking what love means to them but whenever he sees it in a book he already expects the outcome to be they go in a spiral but then think about experiences and then realize they love a certain love interest because every moment their heart beats faster it's for them

Did love feel that good? He wants to know. But will his brain and heart ever agree on one person alone and what if they don't love with him? Satan wasn't an overthinker but.. nevermind.

It was like that until you.

He hated living he was always angry it seems like it was the only thing he knew someone saw a cat and pet it but it would let him become (disappointed, sad) mad, someone ate his leftovers be (frustrated) mad, someone ripped his book (commit murder) kill the person who did it but then you changed him.

You would talk to him not in fear but like he was like his brothers, you would ask about his books and shows that he was interested in and you would give the best book recommendations and the best thing is the way you looked at him like you. Loved him..

He knew he loved you on one particular day it was a normal weekend dinner Asmo and Mammon were fighting over something he didn't care about, Beel had basically eaten everything and the plate and was going for 4ths, Belphe is eating sleepily even though he's slept for more than half the day, Lucifer ate in silence looking at papers lord Diavolo had asked him to check and Levi geeked out on you about a new game he bought but quickly said he'll come back and show you and ran to go get it to show off and Satan was reading while eating it was a bit loud but it's a good book that you recommend him (he told you it was one of his favorites in the original timeline and would often read it to you) you seem to have a knack for finding books.

Satan couldn't help but smile at the thought maybe the fact you have similar tastes he could take you to a cat library he saw "Why are you smiling?" Your expressive voice got him out of his thought train you genuinely seemed to care what he was think about "Oh just a thought" Satan hummed "by any chance are you free tomorrow?" Satan asked " Yes actually, I was going to ask you that because I saw a cat library while getting groceries for here! " "Solomon's been busy so I have no one to eat or spend the day with today and tomorrow" you complained to him " so wanna go? " You happily asked and Satan smiled " let's spend the whole day there tomorrow " he'll keep these feelings to himself for a bit he put down his book and had a full conversation with you about what you two should do tomorrow but just with your smile he knew he loved you and you loved him.

(MC your the only one who'll he'll put put his book down willing just for you <3)

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I didn't proofread this and did this late at night where my brain was half asleep sorry

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satansreadingglasses · 2 years

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Relationship headcanons. pt 2.

GN reader x demon brothers

1 (Luci, Levi, Mams), 2 (Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie)

Warnings- Just fluff!

a/n. not fully proofread.

Satan loves to read to you, even if you insist that you don’t need it.

It just makes him so happy to see you so relaxed, and then eventually asleep.

He just feels grateful that you’re comfy enough to sleep beside him.

Except lots of kissing.

Not even proper ones at that, sometimes it’ll just be a kiss where he presses his lips against your neck or shoulder and then calls it good.

He’s a lot less touchy than his brothers, excluding the kissing and whatnot.

He’s, oddly enough, not really the jealous type.

Unlike Mammon, he won’t get all bothered if someone’s looking at you.

He knows that you’ll be with him that night anyways.

Though he does get a bit bothered if someone visibly starts flirting with you and you don’t immediately shut them down.

He won’t say a word about it though, you’ll always know though (He’s totally obvious about it).

Satan loves you so so much, and it’s totally cute.

Asmo really isn’t one for jealousy at all.

He’ll tease you, sure.

But he’s confident enough to know that you wouldn’t choose anyone over him.

Asmo is always ready and willing to drop everything and cuddle up to you if you’re in a bad mood.

If he finds you crying? He’d cheer you up and then give you a makeover before taking you out to dinner.

This man is (not so surprisingly) great with his hands.

So you’ll have to except lots of massages or cute new hairstyles every day.

He’d give you lots of gifts too.

Tons of matching outfits, lots and lots of jewelry and you can bet he goes all out on anniversaries and holidays.

He just wants you to remember that you’re his absolute favorite, and that he’d do any and everything for you.

100/10 boyfriend.

Beel would take you out to dinner at least every other day, the other nights he’s showing off his amazing cooking skills.

He’s able to make so many different kinds of food, that you’re literally never bored of something.

If you enjoy cooking too, then you and Beel alternate cooking days.

He’s always so appreciative when you cook, eating every last bite and telling you how good it is as he devours it.

Beel also gives the best hugs of all the demons..

He’d squeeze you so tight that you feel like you’re being crushed, but he can also be so gentle.

It really depends on your mood, and he can read it really well

Beel would be the kind of ditzy boyfriend that everyone loves, but he’d only have eyes for you.

He loves making things handmade for anniversaries or birthdays, even if he’s not that good at it, he still tries his best.

Beel is so sweet and cute and I lobe him.

Belphie has a fucked up sleep schedule.

So if you’re gonna date him, you either have a really screwed up one too, or you’re the complete opposite.

Opposites do attract.

He’d love to sleep with you, not anything sexual, just feeling your warmth and having your heartbeat next to his.

It honestly has him blush every time he thinks about it.

And if you have a proper sleep schedule, he’ll always try and wake up with you.

Maybe even just to eat a quick breakfast and go right back to sleep.

It’s the thought that counts (?)

Belphie would take you on as many dates as he could, he just loves spending all his time with you and seeing you happy makes him ecstatic.

Belphie loves having his head on you.

Whether your chest, your stomach, your thighs, your shoulder, or even in your hands while you give him little kisses.

He likes being right up next to you, making sure everyone knows that your his and he’s yours.

He’s be such a darling boyfriend.

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fantasy-dating-sim-trash · 2 years

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MC & The Really Not So Rough Day?

Summary: When Satan hasn’t seen MC in a few days, he goes searching for them. A few hours later, life is better for the both of them as they drift off to a good book.

Type: Hurt/comfort (if ya squint its a bit hurt its mostly fluff)

Word count: 2.8k or so (who's counting XD)

CW: Angst, mentions of food, mentions of not eating, yelling, caps lock,

Pairing: Satan X GN!Reader

Authors notes:

So I was in my feels the other day and this is a vent piece so y'all can take it or leave it.

Also this piece is edited and beta read.

And I just wanted a comfort piece of my favorite demon brother Satan. However since I was struggling so hard on some of the wording and phrasing, I had made the choice to ask for help from my friend @ace-in-a-shopping-cart (LIKE UR LITERALLY THE BEST AND I APPRECIATE U HELPUNG ME SO MUCH! I CANT THANK U ENOUGH!!!) to help me polish it and make it shine! As it needed a lot of help to shine like the gem it is. (Like IT NEEDED A LOT OF HELP. So much god damn help.)

So this is for all my fellow satan simps who for one don't get enough content and two just need a little comfort from their favorite demon brother.

The story will be under the read more so it doesnt clog up the dash. And without further ado, I hope y'all enjoy! !

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It was nearing the end of the day and Satan found that he couldn’t focus on his book. His thoughts continuously drifted to MC. He hadn’t heard much from them all day besides the bare minimum. If one could even call MC barely responding to texts or messages as ‘the minimum’.

When he had been asking various questions, peppering in questions of how they were doing, he had picked up on the fact that they were avoiding answering how they were and chose to respond to everything besides that. Even then, he had to bring it back up and only ask how they were to even get an answer. When they did respond to it, they said less than five words on the subject before changing the topic to something else or just not responding at all.

Satan was getting quite worried about MC. It was one of their few days off and, normally, they would spend it with him, his brothers, the royals, or even the other exchange students. They’d be going about and doing various things they individually enjoyed with a smile on their face, laughing and lighting up the room or place they were in.

He smiled slightly to himself at the thought that they rarely ever complained about spending time with most of them. However, he definitely had picked up that they weren’t too fond of spending any time with Lucifer. Usually, after hanging out with him, they would come to Satan afterwards to vent, enjoy the silence, or have him read to them while curled up with him.

Satan noticed MC tended to give him more attention and time than the rest of his siblings, something he wasn’t going to complain about nor point out for fear they’d stop. He had a soft spot for them and would go out of his way to find excuses to spend extra time with them. He always smiled when they did the same.

His frown deepening, Satan shook his head. He was worried about MC, now wasn’t the right time for those thoughts. Placing his finger on his lip, he started softly chewing on his nail to help him focus. It wasn’t hard enough to damage his nail, he didn’t need Asmo giving him another lecture on how to take care of his nail beds. Again. That demon was truly crazy about any kind of skin care and beauty products.

Thinking back to MC’s behavior, Satan was fully aware that, for the past couple of days, they had barely left their room. They had only left it to grab a few light snacks or to shower before proceeding to lock themselves back in their room. He frowned and his forehead wrinkled while deep in thought, the book he was holding completely forgotten. This behavior of shutting everyone out wasn’t usually like them, although the infrequent eating was. Something to work on, he thought before getting back to the main concern of the moment.

They wouldn’t usually just lock everyone out or stop responding. Even if they did, there were always a few people they would keep in contact with. Now, not even those people could get more than a few texts from them before they went silent again. That’s why Satan had tried to message them throughout the day, only to receive messages that were each less than ten words and would be ghosted after only a few replies.

Clearly, they weren’t going to respond to messages from anyone. It wasn’t just Satan that was being ghosted, everyone was. The only way to make certain that they were alright was to go check on them in person. Nodding subconsciously to himself upon making his choice, Satan snapped his book shut automatically. He jumped at the sound, having forgotten the book was even in his hands to begin with. After running his hands through his hair, he noticed that he had fucked up his nail polish by chewing on the nails. Unfortunately for him, he also just remembered that Asmo had just done those nails the day prior. He sighed. That was another problem for the future. Right now, he needed to go check on MC.

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The walk to MC’s room only took a few minutes but, to Satan, it felt like an eternity. His thoughts were driving him crazy. Were they alright? What if something had happened to them?

His thoughts kept going to all the worst case scenarios of things that could have possibly happened to them while alone in their room. While worrying, he subconsciously started chewing on his nails again. He caught himself after only a moment and shook his head. Asmo was going to have a field day with him when he saw what happened to all his hard work.

Finally, Satan reached MC’s door. For the first time since he’d made up his mind to talk to them, he felt himself hesitate. It was even just the slightest of moments but his hand faltered as he raised it to knock on their door. He took a deep breath before lightly tapping his knuckles against the wood.

“Hey. MC? It’s me, Satan. Can I come in? I’m a bit worried about you and could really use being able to hear your voice.” He waited for a few moments, almost holding his breath.

Faintly through the door, he could hear them shuffling around in their bed. Another few moments passed and it became obvious they hadn’t moved from their bed, not even making an effort to get up. Perhaps they were asleep? And they hadn’t heard his knocking because of that?

Satan bit his lip, anxiety rising a few more notches and breathing quickening slightly. This really wasn’t like them at all. Even when they were asleep, he’d usually hear a grunt from them when he knocked. Taking a deep breath, he figured it couldn’t hurt to try again.

Louder this time, he knocked again. “MC? Please, I know you’re in there. You’ve been avoiding everyone the past few days and I’m getting a bit worried out here. I just wanted to make sure you are okay. You don’t have to let me in if you don’t want to, I can just stay out here. Just, please, talk to me? Or tell me to leave. I just,” he could feel desperation grow as no sound came from the other side. “I just want to hear your voice.”

He leaned his head against the door and sighed, closing his eyes. For a moment, he let the cool door ease the headache that was coming. When shuffling came from the room again, and a groan mixed with what sounded like a sob could be heard, Satan decided to try once more.

“MC, if you want me to go away and leave you alone, I’ll respect that boundary and your wishes. All I ask is that you don’t shut me out. I just want to help you and be there for you, just like you’ve been there for me so many times. I don’t exactly know how to do that but I’m trying. You haven’t seemed like yourself lately and I’m worried. I wanted to check on you.” He sighed. “I’ll be right here outside if you want to talk.”

He was about to slide down the door and sit with his back to it when he heard sounds coming from the room. The bedcovers shifted and he heard the bed creak, feet hitting the floor. One last time, he knocked on the door in case they truly had just woken up. “Please, Kitten.” He heard his voice waver, felt it crack. Clearing his throat, he tried again. “Please, let me in and just talk to me. This isn’t like you at all. I know I keep repeating myself here but I really am concerned about you. Kitten, please. Let me help you.”

He waited for a while longer before realizing they might not even open the door, even for him. Dejectedly, he slowly turned away from the door, eyes scanning the corridor for a chair to sit and wait in. He’d told them he would be nearby and didn’t want to break that promise so soon. Just as he took a few steps towards an armchair, he stopped in his tracks.

Behind him came the sound of the door unlocking and slowly creaking open. Quickly, Satan turned around to see only their eyes in the open crack. “MC?” He reached a hand out for them and took a few steps toward them.

He didn’t mind when they quickly latched a claw of a hand around his wrist, barely being phased when they pulled him towards their room. He didn’t expect them to be so quick with it and got the air knocked out of his lungs when his body collided with theirs. “Oopf!” They almost squeaked as they were hit, Satan being the only thing keeping them both from ending up on the floor in a heap.

He pulled back quickly, hands reaching to cup their face gently. His eyes scanned their face, seeing the deep eye bags and the dull look in their eyes. “Hey. Hey, Kitten. Are you doing okay? Wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

They didn’t speak, just shook their head and buried it in his chest, pressing as close to him as possible with a bear hug. Satan returned it, squeezing them as tightly as he could without hurting them. “Hey, it’s okay, MC, you don’t have to say anything. It’s alright, I just want to help you feel better. We all have those days where life is beating us down or we just feel too drained to do anything. And you know what helps me feel better on those days?”

He pulled back to look at them, hands instantly going back up to cup their face, thumbs subconsciously rubbing their cheeks. Just by looking at them, he could tell they were exhausted and probably dead on their feet. MC shook their head no, eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Satan smiled gently and booped their nose. “A good story. It’s the perfect distraction from being with your own thoughts and a good way to recharge. Would you like me to read to you?”

MC looked up at him with their eyes wide and pleading before slowly nodding. Satan chuckled and, in one smooth motion, swept them off their feet and into his arms. He kissed the top of their head as he padded over to the bed. He settled himself comfortably as he laid down, pulling the covers over both of them. MC stayed curled up by his side, head on his shoulder and arms keeping him close. Satan smiled to himself as they snuggled closer to him. They sniffled and he couldn’t tell if they were breathing in his scent or just clearing their airways.

He grabbed the book they already had on their night stand and, upon reading the title, chuckled. “Really, Kitten, The Princess Bride? Isn’t that a bit cli- OW!” In complete shock, he looked down at MC, who was glaring at him and trying to look angry after lightly slapping his face. Their own face was quite flushed and Satan tried not to laugh at how adorable they looked. He failed, a few chuckles slipping through. “I’m sorry, Kitten,” he said between chuckles, “you really are just too adorable for words.”

He couldn’t help but notice how their glare deepend even as their face grew even darker when he called them adorable. MC always insisted on saying that they were scary while he kept calling them cute or adorable; It was their one ‘argument’. MC just looked so damn cute, he couldn’t help but bring them even closer to him, one of their legs being thrown over his hip. He kissed their head, ruffling their hair as he was at it. He could feel the heat radiating off of them due to how flustered they were.

Smirking to himself, Satan gave them a reprieve. He pulled his glasses from the case he carried in his pocket and slid them on. “MC, you know I tease. I adore a good cliche as much as the next person, as you well know. Besides, this book is an absolute classic; you just can’t go wrong with a classic.”

Opening the book, he began to read, the arm holding them close shifting so his hand could rub their back. “Chapter one. The Bride. The day that Buttercup was born…”

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They stayed like that for a while, Satan running his hand up and down MC’s back soothingly, until he noticed they were dozing off. He paused for a moment, checking how many pages were left in the chapter. It was only a few, he could definitely finish it before stopping.

When he reached the next chapter, MC’s breathing was even and they were mumbling softly in their sleep. Satan stared down at them for a minute or two before slipping the bookmark between the pages to mark the spot. Carefully, he leaned over to place the book on the nightstand without waking them, a task more daunting than it seemed.

When he settled back in again, he let his now free hand card through their hair, lulling them deeper into a sleep he knew they needed more than anything in that moment. Softly, he snapped his fingers together and turned off the lights, sending the room deeper into a comfortable darkness.

Satan lay there, one hand rubbing MC’s back while the other played with their hair, and tried to keep his emotions in check. Now was not the time to be getting giggly and blushy over holding them, not when they needed their sleep and the contact with another person. He may have failed to keep his cheeks from turning pink but he pushed the giggles down, desperate to not disturb their sleep and to leave them be.

Instead, he lay there and looked at them as if he could memorize their face, commit their features to his memory until they were the only thing he could see when he closed his eyes. He wanted to sear their visage into the backs of his eyelids. Gods, he sounded like he was going mad. Still, it was rare to see them looking so peaceful and he wanted to see it for as long as they let him.

Even as he lay admiring them, his eyes kept slipping shut and a huge yawn caught him off guard. He hadn’t felt tired before and didn’t want to sleep just yet, too busy looking at them to drift off. Sleep, however, had other plans for him and he was soon pulled under by his own drowsiness, succumbing to the river of slumber.

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Satan woke up to a high pitched squeal and a flash of light. Squinting his eyes, he barely made out that it was Asmo with his phone out, snapping pictures of them both.

"OH MY GOODNESS! THIS IS JUST THE CUTEST THING!!!" Asmo yelled, voice feeling as if it were at top volume.

"Asmo, will you be quiet before you wake MC!" Satan whisper-yelled, glaring at his brother. "Get OUT!!!" He said pointing to the door. He then saw Asmo squint and look at his hands more specifically his nails and he hurriedly put his hand down.

"Satan, I JUST DID YOUR NAILS! WHAT DID YOU DO TO THEM!?!" Asmo glared at him, putting his hands on his hips and not lowering his volume in the slightest.

Asmo, this really isn’t the time! MC needs their rest! Now get out!!" Satan raised his voice slightly, still unwilling to wake the sleeping human.

Satan felt movement at his side. MC’s hand came up to rub at their eyes, glaring at the other demon. “Asmo, if you don’t get out of my room right now, I will put a curse on your makeup to make sure you end up getting some serious breakouts. And if you both don’t shut the fuck up, I’m going to get fucking pissed off. Whatever drama you have with Satan and his nails can bloody wait. Now, get the hell out of my room, Asmo.” They continued to glare daggers at him until he begrudgingly left.

“Now, can we please go back to sleep?” They looked up at Satan with eyes still heavy with sleep before giggling quietly.

“What? Is there something wrong?” Satan asked, a hand raising to feel his face. His reading glasses were still on his face. They were skewed across the bridge of his nose, an imprint left on his cheeks and temples from the frames. “Oh. Bother.”

MC laughed again, pulling them off and reaching across him to drop them on the bedside table. They kissed his nose before laying back down and snuggling their head deeper into his chest while they wrapped their arms around him like a large teddy bear, not letting him leave.

Satan chuckled at them and dropped a kiss on their forehead. Soon, they were both curled up beneath the covers and fast asleep once more, both clinging to each other as if it were the most natural thing in the world to want the other close. And to them, it was.

FIN

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my-names-angel-but-im-not-one · 2 months

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Petty mc #4

*everyone playing the guessing game in HOL*

MC: alright guys guess who am I?

Everyone: okay!

MC: *starts to slouch* ""yeah Lilith died because of God , now I'll never forgive humans , even though they have nothing to do with it!!"" *Starts to fake strangle themselves*

Everyone:

MC: alright guess now that was a pretty good acting !

Belphie: *sweating* I don't like this game anymore.....

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another-lost-mc · 4 months

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Okay but what if, before MC is taken to the future by nightbringer, they had a big fight with the brothers?

Like, they fought about something and said something along the lines 'go away' ' I don't want to see you', but then, when you don't return they start feeling guilty.

At first they'll think you're angry and don't want to talk with them, but when time passes and you don't return they start to get so worried, looking everywhere for you, regretting that the, possibly, last words they said to you were harsh confrontation.

The angst potential 😭😭 how do you think each of the bros would react?

😈🍬 anon

a/n: well, nightbringer sure is a blessing for angst fans.

the worst goodbye | the demon brothers

2.8k words | gn!reader | sfw | angst

cw: mentions of lesson 16 in belphie's part.

Lucifer goes to his office and pretends that he's not angry. He attempts to distract himself with paperwork, but all he does is read the same paragraph a few times over and over again before he throws the page down with a huff. He taps his pen against his desk while he sifts through the emotions clouding his mind. All he felt earlier was wounded pride—that's why he scolded you with more force than necessary, speaking with his cruel, barbed tongue but regretting it just as quickly. He admires and loathes your feisty temper. You're his stubborn, brave little human that stands up to him when most demons wouldn't dare to try.

He plans his apology like a mantra and goes to your room; he knows if he's sincere, you'll give him a chance to make things right. You don't answer your door when he knocks, and he peeks his head inside to confirm that you're not there. He sends you a message with his D.D.D. and shuffles awkwardly in the hallway while he waits for a reply. He asks in the family group chat, but no one's seen you recently and he ignores the initial tendrils of icy fear that make his chest feel tight. Surely you wouldn't have stormed off in a sulk? But he checks the rest of the house and his brothers realize slowly that something is wrong—you wouldn't just leave. Lucifer searches for you himself, around the House of Lamentation and all around the Devildom, searching for anyone that might've seen you, or any hint of where you've gone. But in the early twilight hours, he pours a glass of Demonus that remains untouched while he stares absently into the fire of his private study. His heart freezes over in your absence. Your warmth thawed his icy demeanor, and the roaring fire crackling nearby can't stop the chills that wrack through him when he tells himself that you're gone and he has no one to blame but himself.

You rarely fight with Mammon these days, but when you do, it spirals out of control. He spits out scathing remarks about how he's sick of you trying to pry your nose into his business because he hates admitting that you're right. You try so desperately not to yell (or cry, or both) when you plead with him to forget about whatever risky scheme he's got planned. It's not worth risking Lucifer's wrath and whatever punishment lies in store when Mammon's plan inevitably fails to his own detriment. He stalks away and ignores the sound of your voice cracking in pain when you call his name one last time—and maybe if he were less incensed, he would stop and turn around and apologize. But today he feels particularly stubborn and he doesn't look back. He fully intends on leaping in his car and driving off into the night to burn off some steam, but he slumps against his bedroom door with his head in his hands and tries to remember why he was so angry with you to begin with. He can't pinpoint the reason and he knows you only have his best intentions at heart.

It feels like hours later when he ends up outside your door, head down and tail tucked firmly between his legs. He shouts through the wood when you don't answer and he swears he didn't mean it, that he'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you. You're too patient and kind and loving for your own good, and he tempts fate every time he takes your forgiveness for granted. He opens the door and scratches his head in confusion when he realizes you're not there. He spots one of his brothers at the end of the hall, and his confusion sours into something ashy on his tongue when he asks him where you are. I haven't seen them—we all thought they were with you!

Leviathan plays his game, tapping the buttons on his handheld with more force than necessary, as simmering anger from your fight earlier darkens his mood. He didn't mean to forget about your lunch date, so why did you get so mad? Maybe calling you a worse nag than Lucifer was over the top, but he planned on making it up to you later! He gets lost in his thoughts and plays his game until he realizes it's been a couple hours and his D.D.D. has been surprisingly silent. Sometimes you message him and invite him to talk things out in your room once you've both had time to calm down. He has no idea what it means that you've ignored him all this time and when he tries to message you first, they go unanswered. He shuffles to your room guiltily and hopes you'll be willing to talk face-to-face. It's almost dinner time, and maybe if you're feeling up to it, he can take you out for dinner. He even canceled his raid tonight so he can spend the evening curled with you on the sofa watching movies instead.

He doesn't expect to hear a commotion as he walks down the stairs to the first floor, and his brothers are crowded outside your room in various states of panic. Lucifer sees him and rushes to explain what's going on, but the words turn to radio static in Levi's head. He doesn't even notice that he drops his D.D.D. and it clatters to the ground, cracking the corner of the plastic case you gave him as a present not too long ago. Instead of cuddling with you on the sofa that night, he curls around his body pillow in the tub, his tail twitching noisily against the porcelain while he buries his head and deafens his whimpers in the tear-stained cotton. Come back, come back, please come back—

When the rage subsides, Satan glances wearily around his room and the terrible mess he's made. Some of his favourite books are ripped and torn to shreds across the floor, but the sight hurts less than the memory of your heartbroken face crumpling in pain as you fought back tears. He's done many terrible things in his life he's not proud of, but insinuating you don't care about him might be the lowest blow he could use during a fight. You've only wanted what's best for him, and you try so hard to show the world that he's more than the violent, angry creature that lurks deep inside him.

If only the world could see you the way I do.

Regret quickens his steps and he leaves the broken chaos in his room to find you because he shouldn't have even let you go. Why did it take him so long to apologize? He doesn't deserve it, but if you'll only give him a chance, he swears to himself he'll make it up to you. He hastily wipes away the tears pooling in the corner of his eyes when he notices his brothers lingering outside your room. They're too distraught to notice the sharp bite in his words when he demands to know what's going on and where you are. Nothing they say makes any sense—you wouldn't just leave, right? He’s the first to tear through the house in a panic to find you, ignoring his brothers’ nervous pleas for him to calm down. You're nowhere to be found and eventually he returns to his room in a trance. No one knows how long he stands there, trembling with regret and shame and fury that someone or something dared take you away from him. All his brothers know, judging by the noise echoing through the halls, is that his room is nearly destroyed as he unleashed his heartbreak in a maelstrom of destructive rage.

Asmodeus takes another selfie and posts it on Devilgram. He hopes the notification will pop up on your D.D.D. and you'll see him having the time of his life at The Fall. He wants you to see it—he hopes it fills you with regret for arguing with him earlier. He doesn't fight with you often, but your tongues are both sharp and laced with venom when you do face off against each other. He enjoyed the anxious gleam in your eye when he backed you into a wall and leaned down so you were nearly nose-to-nose, the sweet scent of his lip gloss lingering in the gap between you while he cooed about how pathetic you looked. But that was almost an hour ago, and he can only pretend for so long that he doesn't regret leaving you stunned and hurt in the front hall when he waltzed out the door and slammed it behind him. The pounding music can't drown out the wicked things he said to you, and the crowd can't distract him from your absence that weighs heavily in his heart. There are many demons nearby who'd kill for his attention, but he knows deep down that the only hands he wants roaming over his body are yours.

It's not long after that he pushes his way out of the club and into the cool night air, but he still hasn't heard from you. Surely you've seen his Devilgram posts by now? You're smart enough to recognize his desperate ploys for attention. Your attention. Are you ignoring him on purpose? Maybe he deserves it, but he's anxious to talk to you and sends you a message on his walk home anyway. Message could not be delivered. The red text pops up on his screen, and he frowns and tries again. Message could not be delivered. He quickens his pace as he taps your contact name and calls you instead. Is there something wrong with your D.D.D.? "The number you have dialed is not in service."

He breaks into a run until the House of Lamentation peeks into view ahead. He bursts through the door and ignores Lucifer's angry shouts behind him as he rushes down the hall to your room, but all he sees is one of your favourite club outfits laid out on your bed, as if you were getting ready to come see him after all. Where are you? His brothers hover behind him and he borrows one of their phones so he can try calling you again. He tells himself that it must be a problem with his D.D.D. because no other explanation makes sense. "The number you have dialed is—" Asmo whimpers pitifully while he listens to the robotic voice drone on speaker for everyone to hear, and his brothers finally realize that something is wrong and split up to search for you. He chokes out your name and slumps onto your bed, inhaling your familiar scent when he holds your shirt, one that he bought you, to his face and sobs. He can hear his brothers' heavy footfalls throughout the house while they look for you, but deep down, he already knows you're gone.

Beel glances at the stands and wipes sweat and dirt from his brow. He can spot his brothers easily enough—it's hard to miss them, with the way Asmo's waving the glittery handmade sign with his name in bold pink lettering—but he doesn't see you. There's an empty space between Mammon and Levi where you normally sit, and they've kept it free for when—if—you show up. You've never missed one of his games, not ever. Maybe the argument earlier upset you more than he realized. He knows you don't normally eat his food on purpose. He knows you meant it when you sputtered apologies when you realized your mistake. He knows how hurt you were when he shouted at you in a hungry rage. The rest of the game passes by in a blur. He moves on autopilot, his mood growing more and more despondent each time he checks the crowd and realizes you're still not there. He barely recognizes his team's happy cheers when the game ends in victory. He has a quick shower and makes his excuses to his teammates because he already has plans for dinner tonight, with you, hopefully. He stops by Hell's Kitchen and picks up your favourite takeaway order and heads home. It's a peace offering, one of many apologies he owes you.

By the time he knocks on your door, he's eager to see you. Silence. He knocks again and waits, and he hesitantly pushes the door open when his greeting goes unanswered. You're not in your room, and after a quick search of the house, he realizes you're not anywhere. He visits your room over and over again as if you'll finally pop out and tell him you were just teasing him, because you wouldn't ever leave him on purpose, right? His name on a handmade sign on your bed, and one of his old jerseys he gave you, are all that you left behind and he wonders if he would've been able to stop you leaving had he come home to you sooner. (Your takeaway dinner remains uneaten in the fridge in case you come back, and Beel refuses to eat it himself or let anyone else eat it either. One of his brothers has to throw it away when it eventually turns rancid—Beel can't bring himself to do it, because it means admitting you may never come back.)

Belphie doesn't like sleeping alone. Most nights if he sleeps alone, it's by choice—his choice. Tonight should've ended like most nights do: with the both of you sharing the bed in the attic. He sleeps better when you're close. You're a warm weight curled against him, and the smell of your shampoo and your minty breath are small comforts when he has bad dreams. Sometimes he wakes up in a panic, his shirt damp with cold sweat, and he listens for your quiet snores, proof that you're alive, that the nightmare of your windpipe crushed in his deadly grip isn't real. Belphie sleeps in the attic alone tonight because you decided you needed space. It's petty revenge for earlier when he woke up from a nap in a foul mood and snapped at you in his frustration. He fluffs his pillow and his bottom lip juts out in a pout. He can't get comfortable and it's your fault. The house grows quiet as his brothers retire to their rooms and fall asleep, and Belphie senses when you finally drift off to sleep too. If he wakes up before you tomorrow, he'll crawl into your bed and hope that you'll be more receptive to his apology when you wake up.

It takes longer than usual but he finally falls asleep and feels content. Even when he's unconscious, he instinctively reaches for your presence and it calms him. Your dreamscape is like a little pond, and he watches from his own nearby shore as your thoughts pass by in a blur, like slick oil paintings skimming over a watery surface. He doesn't like to intrude on your dreams if he can help it—he only interferes when he senses them slipping into nightmares instead. He tells himself it's not selfish to erase them for you, but the truth is that he's not sure he can stomach seeing his own face reflected in your dreams anymore, not with its wicked sneer and bloodstained teeth. He's not sure he forgives himself for what he did to you, and he wonders if you've truly forgiven him too.

Something odd in your dreamscape shifts suddenly and it catches Belphie's attention. The images in your subconscious grow murky and twisted, like they're being sucked down into some unseen void. Your presence is like sand falling through his fingertips, and it's harder and harder for him to feel you. He reaches out to your mind to wake you up because he doesn't know what's wrong, but something about this scares him. He jolts awake in the attic, chest heaving with the final memory of something snapping in his mind, like the cord that tethered you to him was suddenly cut. Eventually his brothers get up too and he can hear the commotion coming from down the stairs. He makes his way to your room in a trance before they can come find him. He already knows what his brothers are struggling to understand, the truth that no one can explain. You're gone somewhere far away, impossibly out of his reach, and he dreads falling asleep and feeling the void your absence left behind.

Sleep evades him until he forces himself to try and rest, and he finds himself in your bed instead of his own. He curls himself around your pillow underneath your sheets, clinging to the last whiffs of your scent, and he hopes you'll wake him up and tell him this was nothing but a bad dream. (Your scent fades away long before the nightmare ends, and he stops sleeping in your room after that.)

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luxthestrange · 7 months

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Incorrect quotes#908 Sacrifice...

Mam, Satan, Asmo, and You sneaking back into the house after going to a club you were supposed to be back ...3 hours ago

Mam*Sees Lucifer is awake in the library and can see him from the outside*... We need a diversion. I say Asmo gets sleepwalking naked again

Asmo: No.

Mc: I could get naked

The brothers*Knowing what Lucifer will do if he sees you naked* NO!!!

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hyperfixat · 11 months

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How they show affection, demon brothers!

roughly ~700 words :3 side characters ver

Mammon bites.

Seeing how quickly Mammon took to you, he started showing affection around day three of knowing you, after forming your pact. At first you thought he was sniffing your hair, and maybe you needed new conditioner, but then you felt the graze of teeth on the lobe of your ear and a gentle bite.

You don’t react, save for a mild blush, and Mammon’s makes an oddly bird-like chiro, before pulling away from you.

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

“You bit me,” you acusse. It’s not like you’re mad, but knowing why might be nice.

“Stupid human, you’re imagining things,” and if you didn’t believe him from the tone of his voice the aggressive sunburnt red that eclipses his whole face shows he doesn’t mean it.

Satan headbutts.

It took a while for Satan to be affectionate with you, maybe shortly after the Lucifer slash London incident was when he first rammed his (thankfully horn-less) head into your arm. You thought he just bumped into you, maybe he stumbled and to spare him embarrassment, you didn’t mention it.

But then it happened again, this time he made eye contact with you before shoving his scalp into your chest. You melted.

Satan’s so sweet to you, for real for real.

Lucifer purrs.

Now don’t ask him or accuse him of purring because he will deny it, vehemently.

((The Avatar of Pride does not purr, don’t be ridiculous, MC. (Lying through his teeth.))

You only had the opportunity to hear it once in your first year at RAD, the night before you left, he had let you hold his head in your lap and bask in the warmth of your stomach and thighs in between the other activities you did that night.

Lucifer’s eyes has lidded and he gaze up at you with near heart shaped pupils, eyes nearly completely red, and a low rumble began in his chest.

At first you had thought he was growling and you did something wrong, but when you had stiffened up for a brief instance, Lucifer had snuggled his face deeper into your skin.

Asmodeus rattles.

You can’t see where it’s coming from, but it sounds like a baby rattle or the rattle of a snake.

“MC!” [aggressive rattling]

It was really confusing the first couple times and you had to eventually ask if there was a bug somewhere. Asmo, naturally, got offended, but as soon as you told him it was okay and you were just curious, he tells you it means he’s happy.

Cutie Patootie!!

Belphegor licks.

Belphie doesn’t give short little kitten licks, he gives long, drawn out licks across whatever he can access easiest (usually your neck or chest). His tongue is rough and tends to feel a bit scratchy against your skin and sometimes catches on your clothes.

The first time it happened was shortly after the attic incident, and you had thought you were alone in your bed and nearly had a heart attack when a lazy, oddly thick tongue went over your exposed forearm.

You, as one does when startled, screamed.

Belphie leans upward with a grumble, eyes alert though. “What’re you screamin’ about, MC?”

Beelzebub bites and buzzes.

He tries to keep it to just licks, he knows his teeth are sharp :( and he’d hate to hurt you by accident. But after you get your pact and harming you becomes much more unbearable, he will play-bite much more often.

AND he buzzes (like a fly, teehee) when he is especially content.

Leviathan purrs(?).

It’s probably some deep sea monster echolocation thing, but the closest you can describe it as is a purr.

Now getting him to purr is harder than getting Lucifer to purr, he gets up in his own head a lot, so usually when he’s sleepy he purrs (maybe it’s a trill?) into your side.

Bonus for Memphis, TN. (Mephisto)

Since we have not seen his demon form (thx solmare), I have to use what I know of my babygirl to guess what he is like.

I think he probably taps MC with his cane, like a poke or something idk it’s cute give me more mephisto content pls.

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xnchxntmxnt · 2 years

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LKJFHSKJ ok ok i hope i’m not past the deadline with this!! and happy birthday to both you and koi!

for the event, i would like to pull a 4 star! could i request headcannons for simeon and satan (if you don’t write for simeon then just satan is fine ^-^) where the reader has had a long day/week and is stressed about it? cuddles and reassurance from them would be nice! again happy birthday and i hope this fit all your rules

(if not feel free to tell me and i can resend)

thank you for all the bday wishes my dear /p - vic

Fandom: Obey Me! Shall We Date?

Characters: Satan, Simeon

Warnings: swearing, no extra warnings on satan’s; simeon: mc is not a math person, food ment.

Notes: tbh ive never written for either of these two so there’s a first time for everything!! Plus how can you NOT love satan like cmon. Simeon too i just love my little nerd

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Satan

Its not that he wouldn’t notice

I think he would

But hes more likely to wait for you to come to him

Thats what asmo told him to do anyway he doesnt want to overstep his boundaries and doesnt wanna make you uncomfortable or push your buttons

Plus his brother knows people, and youre a person right

Thats literally how he says it to himself in his head

So in the event that you do show up to his room in need of some comfort he is right there

He actually turned down an invite to go to a bookstore with levi earlier that day just in case you came looking for him. He wants to be there for you whenever you need him

So when you walk in the room and fall onto his bed, he puts his book down and gently rolls you over so he can see your face

“Hi, sweetheart”

You, rolling back over onto the bed and sighing

He laughs a little and lays down next to you, reaching out for your hand. Again, doesnt wanna push it, but he wants you to know he’s there

“Would a hug help?”

You slowly work yourself around so youre laying almost on him, arms wrapped around tight and face buried in his chest

Asks if you wanna talk

If so he lets your rant to your heart’s content, offering advice if you need it, or simply getting mad with you. Not overly so but little comments like “oh yeah, that was a dick move” and things of that nature

If not, he probably grabs his book and reads. But this time he reads to you. Nothing better than fiction for a good distraction

Not the best person to go to when upset but not bad either 7.5/10

Simeon

Its so irritating that he just kinda knows shit

You could be hiding it so well that youre having a rough week and he just knows

But it took him till the end of the week because he was hoping it would blow over

Because it didn’t and you didn’t come to him about the issue, he decided to (gently) step in

You show up to your room after a long, grueling study session with mammon, trying to wrap your head around pre calc before your test next week when you noticed your door was slightly open and the lights were on

Inside was a perfect scene: simeon adjusting and fluffing the throw pillows on your bed (some were his), a plate of snacks on your bed-side table and chill, comforting music playing softly from his phone

You could have melted when he smiled at you man

He greets you at the door and takes your things and sets them down without a second thought

Guides you to come sit with him

He's so wonderful with words sometimes but other times (like rn) they escape him and his way of showing you how much he loves you is physical affection

He sits you on your bed and it doesn't take long before you're curled up in his lap, nose buried in his shoulder

“What's all this about?”

“You've been working too hard this week. I wanted to take care of you”

If you're gonna cry anything out, do it now. Nerves, stress, anxiety, its so perfect

He runs his hand up and down your back if you cry or if you just cuddle closer

Eventually, he’ll ask you what's wrong but he’ll never push you to talk about it. Simply reminds you that he’s there whenever you need an ear to listen

The two of you spend the night munching on snacks, cuddling and talking because youre too tired to do anything else

He does everything he can to make sure you know how much he loves you. secret: its a lot

9/10 good solid care

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strawberry-cowmilk · 6 months

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playing with the brothers' hair

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: none

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Lucifer

it's only allowed in his room or office when he's absolutely 100% sure nobody can walk in on him getting his hair played with by you, especially his brothers

you can tell he loves it, he just won't admit it plus he denies it

like come on lucifer sir you're literally closing your eyes and leaning into the touch

bring that up and no more playing with his hair for a week though

Mammon

he's like 'sure if you absolutely want to you can play with my hair, totally not because I want it, no way'

when you play with his hair he's so happy, and after you're done he's in a very good mood

like levi was surprised when mammon actually passed him the salt at dinner

mammon lets you try to do silly hairstyles on him, he shows you a picture on his ddd and asks if you'd like to recreate it

Leviathan

he is very surprised of course, and when he lets you he jumps away after one stroke

but he comes back just as quickly, blushing he asks if you could gently run your fingers through his hair

not only do you play with levi's natural hair, but he lets you style his cosplay wigs as well (while he's wearing them)

anyways, you playing with his hair really calms him down after losing a game or watching a sad show

Satan

he thinks it could be a nice bonding moment to let you play with his hair while he reads

maybe he can even read to you

his hair is surprisingly soft too meanwhile all he uses to take care of it is water and shampoo

satan really loves it too but he's kind of casual about it, he calmly asks if you could play with his hair whenever you're alone

one time he actually fell asleep while you were doing it

Asmodeus

he's been waiting for this moment

he pulls out his collection of products and accessories and lets you do whatever you want to his hair

as long as you're not making him look silly on purpose it's all okay

if you don't want to use products but just want to feel his hair that's okay too of course

but he loved it a little too much, so now you have to do it every day

Beelzebub

of course he lets you play with his hair

the first time you did it he was eating a pizza, you know he loved the feeling of you playing with his hair when he actually put the pizza away to smile at you and tell you he is loving this a lot

now beel asks you to do it after his visit to the gym (after he showered of course)

it really helps him relax after his intense workouts

Belphegor

he's very happy on the inside when you ask him, but he just says 'sure go ahead'

just make sure his hair doesn't get too tangled because he thinks it's a pain to brush everything out later

after literally one minute he fell asleep, that's how much he was enjoying it

now every time before he wants to nap and you're around, he gives you that kind of look you know means 'come play with my hair please'

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slutifer · 4 days

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Solomon: mc isn’t feeling well, so how ‘bout i take over their cooking duty tonight?

Lucifer: is that a fuckin’ threat

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minimallyminnie · 11 months

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Hi! Sorry I haven’t been writing lately! Hopes this makes up for it!

Gn reader, Nightbringer timeframe so you are their attendant, uhhh a bit dark with some of them (Levi, Satan, Twins)

How you show the brothers you care about them even if they don’t remember you.

Lucifer

Though he stays in his room all the time, he does get up to do his daily things outside.

That being said, those days were rare when you could only hear the same album and small hics coming from his room

You remember the album from your time frame, he told you once

You were drinking tea with him and he told you how it was Lilith’s favorite album to play when she was happy

It hurt to see him not go to the table and eat.

So once Beel is out of sight in the kitchen, you go inside, make a plate of dinner and fill up a cup of hot tea for him

You knock twice on the door and set the food down next to the door, covered with foil and sticky note that says

“Lucifer, you should eat more. -[MC]”

You know he’s there when you come back to sweep the hallways and see an empty plate with a cup on top.

You only take the dishes in silent content and wash them in the kitchen.

Happy knowing that Lucifer at least ate.

Lucifer, in his room is working diligently on paperwork. He doesn’t need an…attendant to take care of him.

He’s capable damn it!

He can’t say he’s not capable. His pride doesn’t allow him. To be weak. To ask for help. To apologize.

His pride…has hurt his brothers. Has hurt them so many times. It’s best if he just stays inside and not hurt anyone.

He can’t let them suffer from his problems anymore, that’s how they ended up here.

He hears footsteps outside and is alert instantly, wondering if his brothers need something or if they’re asking for him to eat dinner with them or if they’re complaining about what so ever

But when he hears a gentle clink on the floor outside his room and the footsteps retreating, he knows that it’s you.

Lucifer waits for the footsteps to no longer be heard before he cracks open the door and sees a plate and a glass. He picks them up and locks the door again.

He sees the small sticky note on it and somehow in his cold and closed off heart, his heart warms at the note

He brushes it off before eating and drinking the entire thing, leaving it outside the door where it was previously in a pristine manner.

Now even if you are just an attendant, he won’t try to make your job harder than it is.

Somehow a part of him calls out to him that he just cares about you.

Mammon

His obsession with greed and Grimm has turned up to the max when he got turned into a demon

That being said, since he’s so busy trying to take care of his brothers who are falling apart day by day, he forgets to take a break

Anytime that you tell him, he’ll laugh it off and asks if you think he’s that weak

…you know he’s not weak.

The pain from losing his baby sister, how his brothers are crumbling, Lucifer not coming out of his room, this new home, his new body and wings, his virtue turning to a sin.

A sin that’s going to eventually cause everyone he loves to hate him. He despises his sin of Greed. It’s twisted, it’s malicious, it’s…awful.

Mammon can’t take it anymore but he still endures it for his family.

Just like in your time where he’s being berated left and right. You fall for him all over again.

One day, Mammon forgets to leave his door locked leaving you to come in and sneakily turn off his alarm clock before going back to Cocytus Hall

You do all his tasks for the morning once you get the to the HoL, telling the brothers that he’s just tired today (and he is, not that you’re lying)

When he wakes up and panics, you manage to calm him down explaining how he needed rest and that you’re taking a break. He calms down but then he sees you with a tray of cold tea and…two bowls of spicy ramen?

Hell Soy Sauce Flavored Cup Ramen??

He’s never heard of that before, sorta scary…but you said it was a treat from yourself

He picks up his chopsticks and takes a bite.

It does taste spicy and he chugs the tea while you’re laughing at his expression

But he looks at your smiling face and he thinks about how warm he feels inside, not knowing if it’s the ramen or you

He takes another bite and starts talking with you about how you knew about these noodles

“A close friend of mine shared some with me a few times.” He’s a bit jealous of this “close friend” but he still eats the ramen

Huh. He feels a lot better today than the past few months he’s been in the Devildom….

He thinks he finally has a favorite food now.

Leviathan

When he landed in the Devildom, he didn’t know why he was even there anymore

He was made for war and bloodshed against demons

Now he’s become what he sworn to kill

What…what’s out there for him anymore?

The days where he wakes up and gets out of bed feeling awful as can be are the hardest.

He has to show everyone how awful he feels and looks today.

He hates the stares he gets from his brother when they think he’s not looking for looking like he just rolled out of bed.

He hates his wings, his tail, his personality, how awkward he is, he wants his long and flowing robes back that made him confident like Lucifer was

He knows his younger brothers are suffering even more than him. He knows how much Satan feels like he doesn’t belong in their family. If he were just braver or if Satan was just mellower, he would take care of him like how Mammon did for him. But he’s a coward. He’s jealous of how well Mammon can handle things, how he can adjust so damn fast.

He hates himself

On one of the days you’re adjusting the pictures around the HoL after one of Satan and Belphegor’s fights, you hear a small voice from Levi’s room

Going closer, you hear me him say how he wanted to try this new game out that’s hot on the market but he can’t get the time to. When you peek in to see who’s he talking to, there’s a sheep plushie that you gave to the brothers to share and talk to.

New game….hmm you had extra Grimm right? Mammon didn’t steal any this week either!

You zap your phone out and quickly order the game. It didn’t make a huge dent in your account considering the amount of jobs you’ve taken during the free time you have

The next day, you knock on Levi’s door with an excuse to ask him for help on one of the Ruri Chan levels

When he opens the door, he sees a wrapped item in your hand which you promptly give him

“Consider it a gift for not leaving your tiny figurine accessories around the floor.” And then you walked away

Levi shuts his door and opens the gift nervously

He gapes at the game, how did you know he wanted this game?! Did you hear him??!

Levi will have to thank you tomorrow after he finishes the first part of the game first!

He wonders if he has to go to the doctor later though since his stomach is doing flips left and right…

Satan

It does take a while for Satan to properly put his comfort and trust in you

But it does somehow happen.

He’s lashing out at everyone and everything left and right

But he doesn’t know why it makes him angry.

He hates the looks on his brothers the people he lives with faces

Their faces…it scares him but his own pride refuses to acknowledge the fear

But when he sees your face…you never seem scared or upset at him.

Always…cheerful and somehow nostalgic even though you never met him before Mammon managed to catch you

He tries to push you away, tries to make his pain and internalizes that he’s a monster. A mistake that was only created by accident.

But.

You never stray away.

Shouldn’t an attendant rationalize their situation?!

Even if he lives in the same house, he could kill you more than any of the others!

But anytime he’s actually in his room, you’re always knocking.

You’re patient with him.

You’ve always been patient with him unless he actually does something messed up.

You don’t see him as a monster or Lucifer’s little copy. You see him as him.

His favorite thing of the day when you’re working is just going in his room during your breaks (which he memorized) and waiting for you

You knock and he opens the door. You always wait for him.

“Can I hang out with you for a bit?”

He always nods and lets you in

You end up talking about mundane things, you seem to know or find out things he might actually like!

You’re really smart and scary too but he won’t say that of course

He likes that you understand him. He’s not all that alone in this hellhole.

He just likes talking to you without being judged or interrupted. You don’t do those, you just listen to him.

And really, that’s the most amazing thing that someone can do for him.

…No you’re really the most amazing person that’s done this for him.

Asmodeus

Oh as if you aren’t his gift already!

Jokes aside, he is wary of you

You just dropped in and now you’re their attendant?!

Unbelievable! But of course he’s not going to say that in front of Lucifer and Diavolo!

Good heavens devildom, that would be his death wish!

He frequently looks up at the heavy clouds over the Devildom

He knows the sun never rises but, he wishes just one more time he’d be able to see the perfect sunrise and sunset before he got thrown here

Here where he looks like a freak.

Where he was praised and celebrated for his beautiful pearly white wings and his gorgeous robes. Where he had a damned amazing smile that lit up a room. Where is now gone. Permanently

He cries every-time he looks past a mirror or a reflection of himself

He has ugly ugly pointed horns that twist, hearts that look like they dripped down on his arm, and four short wings that don’t even look have as gorgeous as his old ones did.

He’s almost broken every mirror in the house he’s come by when he has thoughts like these. Mammon asked you while Asmo was crying one day to just make anything that looked remotely shiny, matte. Desperate to stop his younger brother’s tears.

(And you did. He figured out it was you and Mammon later and thanked both of by taking you two out for drinks. He starts to get used to one mirror at a time.)

He hates how his sin causes him to lust after everyone. He hates it. He can’t bear the pain in his heart when he meets someone who just wants to be friendly and he immediately thinks about how to bed them.

He just wants normal thoughts for once. Not all the lust addled thoughts that never quiet down.

He feels like an…item. Used for one night stands when he actually succeeds in bedding them and never again. Regret following him every time. Spiraling in his bed all alone.

Well, until you came.

He pounces on you with words filled with sweet and honey like words

But you know him.

You gently let him down each time but you let him do it to you everyday

Every day is another compliment, pick up line, or flirting act. He actually managed to stop going to parties after shooting all his lust willpower against you!

Did you plan this?! Oh sweetie~♡!He should’ve known! ♡

He’s…not upset though. He’s happy. No more being an item for demons or magic users anymore…he can…use his lines on you.

You…you don’t shame him or get embarrassed of them

(not even when they’re ultra lusty! Are you used to it already…? Did you hear them from someone somehow?!)

You don’t scorn him or look at him in disgust.

No. You don’t do any of those things even though he told you of the horrible things he’s done and how much he misses his appearance in the Celestial Realm.

Instead, you always surprise him and you smile and laugh at his daily routine with you. Even playing along with his antics sometimes.

“Haha! U + I = 69? Well I must be 59 since you’re a 10!”

And you smile.

A beautiful soul and creature called him a 10/10.

You called him beautiful.

When you walk away to subdue the brothers from arguing again, his eyes glaze over with tears.

His brothers had told him yes, and they mean a lot. But for someone who didn’t know him like his brothers and still saw beauty in a twisted angel like him…

His lust for you turned into something else.

Beelzebub

Everyday. Every single day. He dreams of the same thing that he doesn’t think it’s a nightmare anymore.

He sees Lilith die in Belphie’s arms, bleeding and beaten.

He sees Belphie look at him with despair and emptiness asking him why, why didn’t he save her? Why didn’t he save his baby sister? Why, why, why?

He wakes up with cold sweat at the same time every morning and tries to eat something from the pantry

But once he grabs something, a voice whispers to him. A voice that sounds like Lilith.

“Why didn’t you save me? Why, why, why? You should’ve died and left Belphie and I to live. I loved you and you left me to die by myself. Why Beelzebub? Why?”

Sometimes, when he looks at you, he sees Lilith there. Standing with a terrified and confused look. He knows you aren’t her but you…you somehow have that warmth that she had, intensified.

Beelzebub’s guilt and regret always stays with him. Any time he eats, he tastes despair on the tip of his tongue to the back of his throat

He saved Belphie…but his baby sister. The one who everyone, especially him was supposed to protect and fight for…

Died. Died alone. Died falling in pain.

(Lucifer almosts knocks on his door sometimes at night when he hears him but stops just an inch before. He cannot. He has to keep his lips shut.)

Everyday. Carrying the weight of his sister’s death around his neck. One day, he wonders if the weight will carry him instead.

He hates his sin. How he wants and wants and wants and takes and takes and takes and then when he cannot get it

He ruins.

He tore down Mammon’s wall, made all of Satan’s bookshelves fall on the floor, broke a huge piece of Asmodeus’s bathtub, and caused one of Levi’s figurines to snap in half. Just because he was the avatar of gluttony.

He hates it.

He hates it even more when he almost clawed you across your neck because he smelled candy in your pocket when he was desperate

You…you didn’t seem to be scared though.

(You already knew how he was.)

You were startled when he almost hit you but you just put down the cleaning towel down and took out the pieces of candy from your pocket and just gave it to him

He was incredibly confused on why you didn’t scream, or cry, or even get angry at him

“Just ask me next time, I always have some sort of candy or snack on me. Besides, I can cook for you too.”

He’s amazed at the fact that you just offered to cook for him

And when he wakes up from his nightmare again, you’re in the kitchen. Cooking some pancakes

He just sits down after he washes his face and his hands and watches you from the counter

When you’re done, you just give it to him on the plate with a lot of fruits and some whipped cream. It towered as high as his head even without the berries and cream.

His eyes just sparkle and his mouth gapes at the sight

He devours the delicious cakes in a minute and looks up at you to see if you’re upset about your hard work just disappearing like that

But you just smile at him and offer him some more.

Beelzebub doesn’t see Lilith anymore. Not even hearing her voice or her touch. He can feel her…no your warmth radiating from you.

He can feel some heat go to his face as he nods

Beel would be forever grateful for the break you’ve given him from his torment

Belphegor

Being the youngest means you really don’t have a say in anything you do

He followed Beel who followed Mammon who then followed Lucifer

He loved Lucifer but…

His sister…died

The one thing that he wished for was for his family to not perish

And he lost his sister.

With the anguish and grief upon him, he wonders how she’d be alive

If Lucifer hadn’t went against their father, she would’ve had a peaceful death…

If Beelzebub hadn’t saved him, she would still be alive…

No. It’s his fault.

He introduced her into the human realm. He killed her. He killed her.

It’s all his fault from the start.

He shouldn’t have went off with her to the realm of mortals

He should’ve just said no to her even with her puppy eyes

A piece of his heart is empty and dead from his sister’s death

She’s gone and it’s because of him.

He should’ve died that day.

He rather sleep and indulge in his sin as everytime he sleeps, he dreams of his whole family being together.

He curls up around his pillow, not allowing anyone, not even Beel to wake him up until he is needed.

Belphie promises to himself to protect his family. No matter what he does or kills.

…he sees how Beel looks at you though.

How he feels some sort of familiarity like…

Beel told him before how your presence felt like Lilith’s warmth.

And he was right. But it quickly turned into a bitter and regretful reminder for him.

He can’t stand to feel Lilith anymore. Not when she isn’t here.

But he feels a sort of warmth when you vacuum around him with a silent spell on the machine. He can see through his cracked opened eyes how cautious you are of him sleeping on the ground in his room

You…you even take his blanket and drape it over him gently.

And then go about your day.

This happens anytime he’s sleeping on the floor somewhere. Outside, inside, the planetarium…anywhere

And you always bring back the blanket he sleeps with no matter what.

He asks you why you do this when you could just leave him alone

“I don’t want you to get sick or cold when you sleep. It disturbs you and makes your dreams really difficult.”

…

Wow…you really do care that much.

He just falls asleep again afterwards when you drape it over him

But this time, the dreams of his family eventually add you in it, by his side laughing freely…

He wonders why Lilith never regretted falling in love with a creature that wasn’t an angel until he met you.

Uh so for Asmodeus’s, I know he looks in the mirror but I kinda hc him to completely break down when he would see his reflection right after becoming a demon? I mean change yk?

As always, thank you for reading!

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daydreameroftheunreals · 8 months

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I was thinking about...

♡ Smart MC who likes to tease Satan when they got higher scores than him on an exam

♡ Smart MC who supports Mammon with his quick money schemes that usually ends up with Lucifer dealing with the consequences

♡ and finally.... Smart MC who's sandwiched between Satan who's fucking their mouth shut that was spouting insults about him a while ago and Lucifer who's fucking their brains out to prevent them from ever thinking about evil scams with Mammon.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me mc #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me satan #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me x you #obey me x y/n #obey me x gn!reader #obey me smut #obey me x lucifer x satan #obey me oneshot

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satansreadingglasses · 2 years

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Obey Me! Brothers x GN!Plus size reader headcanons (pt 2)

Here’s part 2! Gosh this took forever, but here it is! NSFW and SFW headcanons for Satan, Asmo, Beel and Belphie.

Satan

SFW

He doesn’t like you at first

But it’s not your fault at all

He just doesn’t like new people, especially not in his house

But after what feels like forever, he finally warms up to you and is head over heels

He loves everything about you

From the way your body jiggles when you walk to the way your face lights up when you smile at him

He’s crazy for you

After the two of you are dating, he’s not afraid to show it at all

He’ll lay on you when he’s reading, and when you’re reading he lets you do the same

If you don’t like to read, he doesn’t care

He’d love to have your soft cheeks on his thighs while he reads aloud

NSFW

He likes it when you let him squeeze you

He just likes to have you in his hands

And seeing the look on your face if he squeezes a little too hard makes him get all hot and bothered

He’d one hundred percent love to tie you up and just watch you squirm

The way the rope would dig into your soft flesh

The way you would wiggle and plead for him to touch you

He hates how much he would love to see you cry

Asmodeus

SFW

From the moment he met you he thought you were so pretty and handsome and gorgeous and amazing

He loves your taste in fashion

The two of you became friends instantly, and for the first few weeks it was just that

But then he started to think about how amazing you really were

How nice and soft your thighs were, how sweet your personality was, how much you cared about him

He felt so good around you

And after what felt like forever, he properly confessed

Even if he’s the avatar of lust, falling in love was still so hard for him to think about

But once he does confess, he never regrets it

He showers you in gifts and compliments and kisses constantly

He buys you two matching outfits and can always be seen with you

NSFW

But being the avatar of lust, there's lots of fun in your relationship

If you ever think you’re not good enough for someone like him, or think that he doesn’t find you insanely sexy, he’ll prove you wrong

He’d be so vocal about how great you look during sex

And about how much he loves you and only you

He’d try any and everything with you

He’d love slapping your ass in public, or whispering something dirty and then walking away

Anything to see you get all worked up

Beelzebub

SFW

Love at first sight much?

He immediately goes to Asmo for advice

Like, the night of you two meeting he calls up Asmo

Asmo tells him to man up and ask you out, which he does

Poor sweet big boy is a mess when he goes to ask you out

He’s so happy when you say yes though

He makes sure you know how much he loves you, everytime he greets you he gives you a kiss, and everytime he leaves you he gives you a bear hug and whispers how much he loves you

Though he has to be dragged away from you afterwards

You’ve gone to the gym with him a few times too, whether it was just to cheer him on or workout with him, he loves having you there with him

He loves everything about you, you’re soft tummy, your chubby legs and arms, and your adorable squishy face, he loves it all

NSFW

He insists on you being on top so he doesn’t crush you, he still sees you as a small, delicate angel

He doesn’t want to hurt you, plus seeing you bounce on him and struggle to take him all is totally worth it

You can’t hide your face if you’re on top of him, and he loves it

He’s always holding your hips or ass

If you thought he was vocal about loving you before, get ready to hear him in bed

This man goes feral, whining and groaning and yelling about how much he loves you and how good you feel around him and how perfect you are and how you were made just for him

Belphegor

SFW

He uses you as a pillow

I’m not even joking, he will make you lay down on the bed and just sleep on you

His position varies too, whether he’s completely on top of you, or just has his head on you

His fav places are sleeping on top of you, laying with his head between your thighs, and laying with his head on your stomach

He loves how squishy you are, he gets mad whenever you make him use a normal pillow

Ever since he first starting sleeping on you, his old pillows are an annoyance

He love love loves when you sleep in his bed

Even if you take up all the space, he finds a way to cuddle up next to you and pass out

If you sleep starfish, he just flings himself onto you and is asleep in seconds

If you sleep in the corner of the bed, he gets super close and buries his face in you

Like Beel, he fell head over heels for you when he met you

He loved everything about you

You were so sweet to him, and you let him complain about Lucifer

NSFW

He, like Satan, would probably end up tying you up at some point

He’d just tie up your hands and maybe your legs, then just tease you for hours

He’d love to degrade you, telling you what a cute slut you are for him

Belphie would constantly have dreams about you, most of the times he’d wake up hard and start to rub up against you to help him

But if you weren’t there, he’d totally just grab a pillow and pretend it was you

Then he’d go up to your room and complain about how you weren’t there to help him get off

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