#obey me satan fluff

[mammonsrockstargf]

“Whatcha reading?”

Satan snaps the book out of your hands and raises his arms over his head, making you unable to get it back. “Satan, please-“ you say, reaching for the book, but he’s already way out of your grasp.

“What’s this, let me see,” he grins, flipping the pages of your book curiously. “Give it back!” you whine, but he places a hand on your collarbone, keeping you away while he reads the backside, eyes gleaming.

“A human girl is abducted to the fae world?” he snorts and you huff. He looks at you with a delighted look, loving your pink cheeks and removes his hand. The sudden move surprises you, causing you to collide with his chest. You wrap your arms around him and look up at him with flushed cheeks and a pout. “I didn’t know you read this kind of stuff,” he says, tilting his head and you shrug. “I like it. It’s not that different from my own situation, ya know.” you say and he hums.

“Yeah, but I hope you’re not planning on marrying Diavolo and becoming the new ruler of the Devildom.” he says and you gasp. “You’ve read it?” you exclaim and Satan gives you a lopsided grin.

“Yeah, I like a human fantasy book every once in a while,” he says you hug him tighter. He feels a blush creeping up his neck. “I’m not gonna lie, I kind of thought you only read classics and Devildom novels,” You mumble into his shirt and he wraps one arm around you while still holding the book, the other ruffling your hair, before running his fingers through it.

“I started reading more human literature when I met you,” he mumbles and you giggle. “What did you say? Didn’t hear you properly,” you tease. He groans and shakes his head. “Come on, you heard me perfectly,” he says.

You feel a change in the air suddenly and there’s a flash of light. You look up to find Satan looking back at you, mischief evident in his eyes. Black horns stick out between his blond hair and you feel something scaly wrap around your leg. Your breath hitches when his tail tightens around you slightly, but not painfully.

“If I remember correctly, the love interest has a tail in this one…” Satan says and his green eyes seem to pierce through you. “You into that?”

a/n: thanks for reading! <3 find my other stuff here.

[l3viat8an]

Walking up to Satan while he’s reading in the library, so absorbed in his book he doesn’t even notice you. Not until you kiss his forehead and say “I love you.” as you turn to leave the room again.

You can hear the soft snap of the book being closed  followed by a thud as Satan sets it on the table and gets up to follow you.

Satan grabbing your arm and turning you to face him, lips meeting your in a passionate kiss….pulling away just long enough to whisper “I love you more.” against your lips…before he’s kissing you again~

[anintrovertedechoe]

Gentle.

Satan x Reader

gn reader

Obey Me! Shall we Date

If you could use one word to describe Satan, it would be gentle. Lesser demons (and maybe even his own brothers) would call you insane for saying so, but the truth was there for anyone to see, if they would just look. Wrath, as destructive as it may seem at first glance, was passion, and the green-eyed ‘monster’ you deemed your closest friend was full of it. And within the throes of his devotion, there was gentleness. Gentleness in the way he handed you his precious tomes, trusting you with its safekeeping. Gentleness in how he talked about his favorite furry friends. Gentleness in the way he looked at you, eyes filled with all things kind and good in the world.

How ironic, for you to see nothing but benevolence in the being borne from grief, and pain, and violence. But people seem to forget he was born out of love, too. (After all, are grief and love not the same side of a coin?) Love for the sister he never got to meet, love for his brothers whom he pretends to hate, love for the people held so dear you would start a war to protect them. That love was what drew you to him. A demon so full of passion and sorrow that you couldn’t help but be intrigued.

You didn’t always think so affectionately of Wrath, you will admit. The day you first truly met him, you were terrified of him. You genuinely thought you would (and most likely, you would have if not for Lucifer’s interference) die. A refused pact would have led to your demise. (And oh, dearest fourth-born, would you really give up your life to spite the eldest? Or was it because you didn’t think your life was your own?)

It wasn’t until the body-swapping incident with Satan and his most despised brother that the two of you began to grow close. (For how could he not follow the one who made him realize with a gentle strength that he is no one’s but his own; not but a broken off piece of a soul’s rage, but a being strong and deserving of being the fourth brother?) It turned out that Wrath itself had a weakness, and he was in no way loathe to admit it. It only took a stray alley cat for your bond to begin to grow. Cat treats and makeshift toys began to take place in your pockets, and you swear you’ve never seen a more beautiful sight than Wrath’s gentle smile.

Your thirst for knowledge in the strange new world you were dropped in was also a growing factor in your relationship. The day he lent you a book from his own personal library was a day you would never forget. A milestone of trust, and the day a funny feeling took hold in your chest.

Hangouts went from every few weeks, to every few days, to the point where you could not find one without the other nearby. The two of you were attached at the hip (much to the other brothers’ dismay), and maybe that’s when you started to recognize the buzzing affection within you.

Love had taken root in your heart, and grew, grew, grew until there was no space left to fill. Your days felt brighter and the color green colored your vision when you closed your eyes. (you had never felt so full of warmth before him. You never wanted this feeling to stop.) Every thought you had now consisted of the boy you fell for, kind, sweet, gentle. (You shamefully wondered what it would be like to be within the throes of passion with your blonde (imaginary) lover. You could never look at him in the eyes the days after, and a certain lust filled strawberry blond would taunt you with a smirk and knowing eyes much to your dismay.) There was no room for the burning anger you used to hold for the hellish situation you had been thrown into by a certain prince. Only love. Kind, gentle, love.

If only there wasn’t enough space left for the fear and doubt that overshadowed your courage.

There was no questioning that you were bathing in your love for the fourth Avatar of Sin; Wrath had stolen your heart and you had blissfully let him. What you doubted was if those feelings were reciprocated or not. And if they were, just how much love did the blond hold for you the way you held for him? (Oceans worth, love. He would challenge God himself if he had to in order to keep loving you.) You cherished the friendship the two of you had built from the ground up, and the possibility of ruining it with unrequited feelings froze you with fear. You were only human, at the end of the day. And Satan was the fourth born brother, Avatar of Sin. He was Wrath, and love, and passion; ethereal, beautiful, gentle. (your bond deeper than the depths of Tartarus, you misjudge him, darling. Could you not see how he adored you so?)

So, you decide to wait. You tell yourself you’re imagining the flush of his face when he shows you his romantic poetry that somehow suspiciously resembles you. You remind yourself his gentle smile is for all of those he cares about, not just you. You wait for him to come to you, for fear of having your tender heart torn to shreds. You wait until you are sure. (Will you ever be?)

And Satan?

It infuriates him when your ignorance thwarts his romantic plans. The rage within him comes to life when the ‘I love you’’s are interpreted as platonic and his attempts at courting you seen as anything but romantic. He’s not mad at you; no, never you. Moreso at the people who convinced you that you are not the most loveable being in all of the three realms. His wrath destroys him from the inside at the fact that you don’t see yourself the way he does. Your smile makes him week, your laughter brings him to his knees. How could Satan possibly not love you? There is no reality that exists where he would not fall for you.

But Satan has learned patience; he has honed the skill over his thousands of years of life. He knows to wait until you learn to see yourself the way he sees you. He has learned to be soft, and kind to those he loves. And Satan? Satan loves you. For you, he will wait. For you, he will be gentle.

[bite-sized-devil]

Piggy Back Rides

You've had a particularly long hard day at RAD. Exhausted and dreading the walk home, you ask your favourite demon brother for a little favour.

Was going to do these in groups, but they just kept getting longer and longer. Apologies my fellow simps, please enjoy them one at a time starting with the eldest and finishing with the youngest.

Warnings: None! It's some fluffy fluff. GN! Reader.

Satan

Truly, you didn't want to bother him. That's what you told yourself as you crept up behind the the chair he was currently sitting in.

He looked so engrossed in the book he was reading, what you were planning surely should be a crime. Oh well, you were in a mood and it's always fun to tease Satan.

On tippy-toes you continue on your path of annoyance. Ever so slowly you reach your hands out ready to pounce on him.

"MC, I know you're there." He says without so much as a peep in your direction.

"Boooo Satan, you're no fun." Pouting as you say it.

Your hands still stay the course, connecting with his broad shoulders then sliding down across his chest as you lean in to look over his shoulder.

"I apologise, next time I'll pretend I don't notice when you enter a room." He teases you as he turns a page. He's acting to unfazed by your close proximity but you know you felt his breath hitch when you started sliding your hands across his chest.

Rolling your eyes you remove your hands from around his chest and move to stand in front of him with your hands on your hips.

"First of all, as if you could. Secondly I have a better idea of how you can repay me for ruining my practical joke." You say as you bend down so your face is level with his.

"Hah, ok sure. What do you have in mind?" He quirks his eyebrow as he finally looks up at you. Closing his book, and giving you his full attention.

"A PIGGYBACK RIDE!" You yell excitedly, eyes closing as you smile at him.

He's glad you closed your eyes when you hit him with that smile, it's giving him an extra minute to compose himself. Fuck, you're cute. He hates the idea of owing anyone but he'd be happy to owe fate one for sending you to him.

When you open your eyes you see a bored expression, but the slight pink tint to his cheeks gives him away. You know he secretly loves it when you annoy him, that's why you sought him out.

"Let's go Satan, I can even read to you while I'm on your back so you don't have to miss out on the exciting part of your book." Reaching out you grab his free hand and start tugging on it

"Hey! No spoilers MC. But fine I can give you a piggy back if that is what you wish." He gets up at the same time you give a particularly strong yank on his arm.

You squeak as you start to fall backwards, but a strong arm reaches around and catches you, pulling you back against his hard frame.

"Have you always been this clumsy? Or is it for my benefit?" He chuckles and lets you go once you are steady on your feet.

"Hmm maybe a bit of both actually, I kind of like having your arm around me." You flash him a sly smile, but he misses it as he turns his back to you a little to quickly.

"Just get on will you." He says sounding exasperated, he shakes his head and crouches down for you. You think maybe your teasing has gone to far until you see how red is ears have become. Nope, he's just trying to hide his reddening face from you.

Placing your hands on his shoulders you jump up and wrap your thighs around his waist. One of his hands come down to grip your leg, holding you in place, while the other holds his book out to you waiting for you to grab it.

"Page 152, please." Is all he says when you take the book from him and he grabs your other leg with his now free hand. Hoisting you up further on his back before he begins to walk towards the door to the library.

You begin to read, smiling softly as you feel his appreciative hum vibrate through your chest almost like a purr.

Satan takes his time carrying you home, you are unaware but he's circled the same block 3 times already. He doesn't want this time with you to end just yet, loving the feeling of having you pressed against him.

Your voice as you read to him is so sweet, he's going to have to reread this chapter when he's alone because he can't seem to concentrate.

How your free hand keeps rubbing circles on his chest only to stop and grip his shirt when you get to a particularly exciting part of the book.

The way your breath keeps tickling the side of his neck. Making him glad he's wearing his jacket or you'd be able to see the goosebumps that keep raising on his arms.

Feeling you giggle against his back when you find something amusing in the words you're reading. He thought hearing your cute giggle was hard enough, but feeling you loose yourself a little is driving him mad.

You come to the end of the chapter at the same time Satan announces you've arrived.

"Oh, that worked out well!" You say as you hop down from his back. He "mn's" in response. He secretly hopes you don't think it too suspicious how 'well' it really turned out. He was a little concerned you hadn't wondered why it took so long to get here. But not so concerned that he wanted to voice it.

You open the door and start to walk inside, getting halfway up the stairs before you turn back to him.

"Satan... Can we finish the book in your room... Together?" Flashing him another one of your dazzling smiles when the last word leaves your lips. How could he ever refuse you?

"Of course MC."

You slip your hand in his as he meets you on the stairs. His fingers tighten against yours, feeling the blush bloom on his cheeks. He doesn't turn away this time. He lets you see it as you both walk to his room.

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[cherrieflavouredheadcanons]

Hello, I hope you are doing well. I saw you started writing for obey me! Which I was really excited about and was wondering if I could request Satan comforting reader about feeling so angry all the time and being afraid they'd hurt one of the brothers if they explode at the wrong time? I really love Satan especially because I can relate to his anger when things are out of my control or I'm feeling down and I thought it'd be nice to see Satan comforting someone who feels the same as him :).

I am sorry that it took me so long to answer, But I still hope you enjoy these headcanons! CW: Reader is afraid to hurt the brothers in anger, Satans anger mentioned, other than that none GN Reader Can be read as both platonic and romantic

Satan comforting an angry reader

He is not stupid, he sees how you often try to distance yourself from him and his brothers when things get tense around you or. He knows what it means, because he does the same thing.

All the tell tale signs are there. Your hands tightening into fists, your nostrils flaring and the sharp inhales and exhales. You are angry. And you are afraid of letting it out on the brothers. Clearly afraid of hurting them, not even physically but rather mentally.

 With how well you know everyone of the brothers, you knew how you could hurt them with words, harder than you could ever hit with stones. But you did not want that. So you decided to retreat.

Now Satan knows that he himself prefers to be alone in those moments, but he also knows that it is not healthy to bury everything inside him and hope you don't let it out on others. In his experience it leads to just that. Lashing out on the people you love. So he decides to follow you.

He gently knocks on your door, waiting for an answer but he doesn’t get one. So he knocked again and told you that he is coming in, so that you are prepared for having him enter your room. As he walks in he sees that your pillow wasn’t on your bed anymore, rather it was thrown across the room, probably in an attempt to let your anger out.

You meanwhile were sitting on your bed, back turned to Satan, and your whole body still tense with anger. You didn't turn around, and if it weren't for you asking him what he wanted he would have assumed you didn’t realise he was in your room.

Satan did not answer anything, rather he walked over to where you were sitting and sat down next to you. This made you look at him for the first time since he came into your room, you raised your eyebrow in question at him.

The demon sighed as if to gather himself and began speaking: “You know you are not alone in your anger right? And barricading yourself away is not healthy. I know you are afraid you may hurt us in your anger, but this way you are only hurting yourself. Believe me I know what you are feeling and experiencing and it is scary to feel like if you were to snap you could seriously hurt the people close to you, but I want to help you. You helped me deal with my anger, even when I threatened to kill you in brutal ways you did not waver. I will do the same for you. I will help you find ways to deal with your anger like you helped me. We are stronger together.”

Looking into his eyes while hearing his words, you saw the sincerity in them. It felt good to have someone not judge you for your anger and rather, understand what you are feeling and fearing. You knew that Satan would help you in the future with your anger, and that made you happy. Tears were slowly starting to fall from your eyes, but you didn’t care. You hugged him and whispered a quiet “Thank you” into his shoulder.

Satan was blushing when you wrapped your arms around him, he had to admit he did not expect that. Though he wasn’t complaining, he hugged you back, making sure you knew he would be there for you through every bout of anger you’d feel. You could get through your anger and wrath together. He would be there for you like you were for him, and someday with his help, you’d no longer be afraid that you could hurt the people close to you in your anger.

[ailawritesfics]

Hi there! I was wondering if you can do a request in Obey Me! where MC/Reader wants to motivate all of the brothers (separate) to get a higher score on the quizzes, so when they start studying Mc gives them a short kiss near the corner of the mouth and say "If you pass the quiz, I'll kiss you properly ;)" How would they react and what would they do? I really like how you write the characters, its honestly amazing and I hope you're doing well :DD

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳ 𝓜𝓒 𝓜𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓼

✎cw: fluff

✎I was just thinking about what to write and then I saw this. Thank you anon, this req is adorable! And thank you so much, I'm glad you like my writing!

✧Lucifer's grades are never a concern, the scores he gets on quizzes are good but you know he can do better. It took a bit of convincing before he agreed to study together for the upcoming quiz. He had to push back some tasks to make room in his busy schedule but he made it work.

✧He brought you to his office for your study session. Sitting side by side at hi desk, you both began revising for the test. The study session has just started but you already feel like you've accomplished a lot but then you notice Lucifer glancing back and forth between your notes and his paperwork. You ponder, what could you do to make Lucifer focus on revising for the test?

✧"If you pass the quiz tomorrow, I'll kiss you properly."

✧You did it without much thought, you kissed the corner of his lips and looked away from him just as quickly as you tell him you'll kiss him properly if he manages to pass the quiz tomorrow. He'd see it as a challenge, with your soft lips as the prize. He'll smirk at your flustered state, leaning closer to you and claim that he'll be sure to ace tomorrow's test just to feel your lips on his

✧True to his words, he calls you to his office the next day after he makes sure you've seen the results of the quiz. "Well? Are my scores satisfactory enough? I've shown you the fruits of my effort, now it's time for you to fufill your promise. I'm waiting, mc." He says with a smirk as he tilts your chin up to make you look at him

✧Mammon has never really liked studying. Even if he was forced to to pick up a textbook and read through it, it'll only take a minute or two before you'd find him scrolling through devilgram or akuzon. So when the results of the pop quiz came out, you weren't surprised to see a low score but you know Mammon could do better. He just needs a little motivation!

✧He wasn't all that thrilled when you offered to help him study but it was a chance to be alone with you so he agreed. It was difficult to get him to focus at first, always deviating from the topic and trying to convince you to just hang out with him

✧He couldn't stay put and kept rambling about how studying was a waste of time so you decided to motivate him in a different way since offering to help him one on one wasn't going to work. The moment your lips touched the corner of his, he froze and stared at you with wide eyes, flushing red allover

✧"If you pass the quiz tomorrow, I'll kiss you properly."

✧A moment of silence came after as Mammon processed what you just said. He then picked up the textbook he momentarily forgot and opened the page the two of you were reading earlier, suddenly motivated to study

✧"That's-- mc, ya' better keep your promise..! I'll make sure I pass the quiz so ya' better not back out when I do!" His blush darkened as he looked away from you in favor of focusing on the printed text. He tried to put in the effort to study but he'll still complain though

✧The next day, if he managed to get a passing score he'll immediately remind you of your promise to kiss him properly. Ever since then he'd ask you to study with him but when you both actually start studying he'll whine midway and tell you he needs a little motivation to continue

✧He loves his games. He probably spends more time playing than studying so when his scores suddenly dropped, you know you have to step in and help him lest he ends up getting scolded by Lucifer for neglecting his studies. You thought it'd do him well to use some of his spare time for studying rather than just playing his games and although it took a lot of effort to persuade him, he finally agreed to study with you for the upcoming quiz

✧Levi isn't all that thrilled to be studying but he's glad that he'll be spending the night alone with you. He complains and whines about the topics at first but as you start to explain how to solve each question, he started showing more interest than before but he still complains every now and then. You figured he'd do fine with tomorrow's quiz but you thought a little incentive might help motivate him to do better

✧"If you pass the quiz tomorrow, I'll kiss you properly."

✧The feeling of your lips on his skin made him jump in his seat, face flushing a deep shade of red as he looks at you with wide eyes. He stutters and stumbles over his words and it takes him a while to calm down. Once he overcomes the initial shock, he'll continue revising with you and going over the notes at least twice, motivated by your promise to kiss him on the lips if he achieves an acceptable score on the quiz

✧"I did it, I passed the test with high marks! S-so you have to keep your promise, mc." His voice unconsciously raises as he spoke and he turns his gaze sideways with a bright red tint ln his cheek. It took some time for him to build up the courage to say it to you but he's been waiting all night and day for a kiss from you. After that he may not say it directly, but he will purposely not give his all when studying and indirectly mention that he might need a little motivation to continue

✧Like Lucifer, Satan's scores are never a concern. For someone as knowledgeable as him, it'd be a surprise if he got a low score. So for the sake of the narrative, let's just say he somehow got an average score and one thing led to another and now you're helping him study for the next quiz. He says he doesn't need help because he'll do fine-- no, he says he'll do better --on the upcoming quiz

✧You know he'll do fine but a little revising would still prove to be worth his time. Though, despite his previous statement, he still stayed and skimmed over his notes but you notice how he seems disinterested which is unlike him. As the two of you sit beside each other on his bed with your notes in hand, you try to think of a way to motivate him to study and that's when you came up with an idea

✧"If you pass the quiz tomorrow, I'll kiss you properly."

✧The second you pulled back, you noticed how Satan flushed red and his eyes widen as he processed what you just did. The flustered expression was soon replaced with a smirk, however, as he reaches to caress your cheek

✧"Is that so? In that case, I'll study even harder to answer all the questions correctly if you keep your promise." He gives his all in revising the topics given by the professors and will occasionally remind you of your promise for when he inevitably pass with flying colors. Unsurprisingly, he appears before you to announce the results of the quiz the next day and waits for the kiss he's been wanting since last night

✧Asmo gives more focus to his appearance and his scores are often decent. He gives the bare minimum effort when it comes to his studies but as long as he doesn't fail a pop quiz then he thinks he has nothing to worry about. He may get average scores but you know he can do better if he just gives a little more effort and since Lucifer's pretty strict when it comes to his and his brothers' overall average scores

✧Convincing Asmo to study with you was surprisingly easy. You just had to mention that it would be a "one-on-one" study session and he already agreed to it. So here you are now, reciting formulas and equations while the 5th born sits beside you while painting his nails pink and teal. He keeps trying to get you to join him, to let him paint your nails as well because he apparently found a good color that he thinks would suit you. He clearly had no intention of studying so you tried to think of a way to motivate him to study

✧"If you pass the quiz tomorrow, I'll kiss you properly."

✧When you leaned towards him and quickly pecked the corner of his lips, he couldn't help but gasp and drop the nail file he was holding. He'd be so giddy and ask if you're really going to kiss him properly if he manages to pass the quiz tomorrow. He'll keep reminding you of your promise the whole night as you both try to study for the test

✧"I'll pass the quiz with flying colors so can't back out, hon!" He'll immediately come find you and remind you of what you promised him after the results come out. Like his 2nd eldest brother, he'll ask for your company to study but will whine not even halfway through and say he needs a little motivation to continue because studying is so tiring

✧Beel's scores are decent. Not the highest in class but definitely not the lowest. When you brought up the idea of studying together to get higher scores, he agreed almost immediately. You know he might not give it his all when revising but you know he'll at least try and focus on the topics you're going over so to try and get him to fully give his attention to studying, you thought of another way to motivate him aside from offering him food

✧"If you pass the quiz tomorrow, I'll kiss you properly."

✧A quick peck to the corner of his lips had him blushing lightly and all of a sudden he feels a different type of hunger consume him. You made him a promise and he'll be sure to fulfill his end. He makes an effort to study, trying to keep his mind from wondering off, all while munching on snacks you both prepared earlier

✧"I think I scored better than last time. Will you kiss me now, mc?" He'll come to you soon after finding out how he did and ask for you to give him his promised reward. He won't use the same excuse like some of his brothers, instead he'll just ask directly if you'll kiss him like last time if he does well on the next test

✧He has probably fallen asleep during tests before. He isn't the most enthusiastic when it comes to studying and would much rather give in to his sin than open a book or review his notes from his classes. You know he could get better scores, he just needed help so you took it upon yourself to tutor him

✧Convincing him to study with you took a bit of effort, and getting him to leave the comfort of his bed was even more difficult. When you finally managed to sit him down and crack open a book or two, you weren't surprised to see him leaning on to the desk and about to doze off not even five minutes in. When you were nearly about to give up, you suddenly thought of a way that may motivate him to focus on studying

✧"If you pass the quiz tomorrow, I'll kiss you properly."

✧Feeling your soft lips press on the corner of his surprised him enough to wash the sleepiness away. He stares at you for a moment with a light blush on his cheeks then he smirks, leaning his face on his arm as he leans his weight on the desk. "Is that so? I guess I'll have to put in the extra effort tonight to study if I want you to kiss me on the lips next time. You'll keep your promise, right? Hm, mc?"

✧He'll show up in your room the next day and clings to you, laying his head on your lap as the two of you lay on your bed and he reminds you of what you said last night. When you do kiss him, he has a satisfied expression and asks you to do it again. You gave him a good excuse so every now he'll drop by your room and says he needs help studying but he just stops halfway through and says if you kiss him then he'll take studying seriously

[once-in-a-blood-moon]

Cats Can Bear Rings, Right?

Satan x GN! reader

Summary: You and Satan discuss some interesting ideas for the both of yours wedding.

AN: I had a busy week, so I didn't get a chance to write. But I'm back! And don't worry, I don't see Satan as just a huge cat guy. But the thought of this was kinda funny so here, take it. 👐🏻

TW: None

“Okay, that’s the last of the invitations mailed out.” Letting himself into the study of your shared apartment, Satan came to stand behind you, watching as you browsed through the many pages of wedding decor. “Though I still think we should’ve excluded Lucifer from our guest list.” He added with a grumble. 

You giggled before spinning the chair around to face your now fiancé. “Well, think of it this way, with him at our wedding you can gloat all you want that you got married before him.” 

A wicked smile spread across Satan’s face. “You are devious, my dear. Why didn’t I think of that?” He chuckled. “What would I ever do without you?” Leaning down he softly placed a kiss on your temple. 

“You’d be alone with only the company of books. And a house full of cats.” You watched as he playfully rolled his eyes at your remark; his focus shifting to the computer screen just behind you. 

“So, what’s next in our planning?” Your mouth flattened into a straight line in thought as you swiveled back around to the desk. You grabbed the notebook that hadn’t been closed since the day after your engagement, and began to gloss over the long list of things you still needed to do. 

“Umm… next we need to figure out who the ring bearer is going to be.” You stated. Satan placed his hand on the arm of the chair, leaning over your shoulder to take a look at the notebook. You watched his emerald eyes scan the page. His eyes met yours shortly after, a softness reserved only for you swimming in their edges. 

“You’ve already gotten your wedding attire?” 

“Yes, that’s already been taken care of. Courtesy of Asmo asking every five seconds if he could tag along. And even when I said yes, he continued to call and message me about plans- giving his opinions on what designs and fabrics would be best. So, I got it done early to get him to leave me alone.” You let out a laugh at the memory. Satan added a chuckle of his own, reminded of Asmo’s ways.

The softness made an appearance across the demon’s features once more before he spoke again. “I can’t wait to see you when you walk down the aisle. I just know you’ll take my breath away.” 

A blush consumed your cheeks at Satan’s sweet words. He was too romantic for his own good. After successfully flustering you, Satan straightened himself as he brought the original subject back up. 

“Well, if you want my opinion on a ring bearer, I can’t think of anything more purrfect than having a cat escorting the rings to us-” Satan paused. “Even better, we can have two cats. One for each ring. Not a bad idea, right?” 

You looked at the blonde incredulously. He couldn’t be serious. What a terrible idea, not to mention the terrible pun he added as if it would help seal the deal. 

“Umm, I don’t think that’s a good idea. I was actually thinking of asking Luke to do it.” Now it was Satan’s turn to mirror the look you had previously given him. 

“So, no cats… But you’d rather have the chihuahua deliver the rings instead.” A light biting undertone wove itself through his words. You gently swatted his arm, huffing out a playful breath. 

“Be nice. I think Luke would be a wonderful ring bearer. We certainly wouldn’t have to worry about him running off with the rings like the cats might.” 

“Are you implying that the cats would steal the rings?” Satan’s hand made contact with his chest, almost offended at what he was hearing.

“No, but cats kinda do what they want when they want. I’m sure the cats would wander off somewhere with our rings. Dogs, however, are loyal and stay when asked. Luke probably wouldn’t let himself leave our eyesight as long as he was in possession of the rings.” You giggled at the thought of Luke following the two of you like a little, lost puppy. 

It wasn’t too far from the truth with the way he trails Simeon around. 

Satan guffawed. “I was only joking about the cat thing. I’m certainly not opposed to having Luke be our ring bearer. I think it’s a wonderful idea.” 

“Great! I think we should ask him in person. I’ll send him and Simeon a message and invite them to have lunch at our place.” You picked up your D.D.D that was sitting off to the side and began typing into The Angel’s group chat. 

Satan hummed in agreement. A few beats of silence passed before the demon spoke once more. 

“I do think we should incorporate cats into our wedding. It’d be a nice touch. Maybe we could have one cat per guest.” 

He could not be serious. 

[diahsthings]

Obey Me

Dress continues

Satan, Beel, and Belfie x reader

Warning: self indulgent fluff with hints of smut. No editing. I just free styling I guess. Yolo. It's shit. 😂 I'm high. It's the best inspiration.

Satan

Was "patiently" waiting for you. He knocks right at the time you promised.

"come in." You call. Satan opens the door and he pauses to take you in. You took good breath away. A slight blush across his face.

"mc, I am bewitched." He cleared his throat. "You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”

Cue swooning from a quote from "Pride and Prejudice".

You do a twirl for him.

Green for him

This time it was your turn to be shocked. Satan was blushing as you looked him over. The way he looked at you. Adoringly. You were the only one that The Satan. The Avatar of Wrath. Was this soft with. He walked closer. Shutting the door behind him.

He was admiring the details. The effort you went through to look like this. Ethereal. Beautiful.

"मैं अपनी ज़िन्दगी दोबारा जी सकता तो तुम्हे और जल्दी ढून्ढ लेता|." You smile waiting for the thoughtful look in his eyes. He was a lot closer than you realized.

"Hindi?" He asked quietly.

"yes" you peer up at him.

"Tell me what it means."

A coy smile. "If I were to live my life again, I'd find you sooner."

"I love you." Taking your lips in his.

Beel

It's Beel. He will be excited but it won't drive him crazy. He likes a surprise. And he's honestly fascinated that the dress is from the human realm.

You had explained it was part of your culture. This style of dress. That you would try to color coordinate with him. Red.

OMG it was the best color ever. You were going crazy.

Your boyfriend was the best boy ever. And being able to wear a red dress with him. Wedding thoughts. Dreams. Family man.

You meet him in the kitchen. He was grabbing some last minute snacks before the celebration. "Bee?"** You call to him. He looks up out of the fridge just in time to see you walk in.

He almost chokes on his food. OMG you are his world.

Idk but one of these looks would be perfect. I can just imagine looking so tiny next to him. Looking absolutely fire together.

"you're beautiful." He finishes up with what he was doing. Then walks over to you. Big grin. He loved so openly. Best boy. How old is he? 1,000+.

Kissing but trying to be gentle with you. He didn't want to mess up the outfit. Or your hair and makeup when he would want more and more.

Belphie

He is curious but he will pretend he doesn't care at all. He is dying. He tries to find out by pretending to sleep. But nothing.

"We're going to match. I brought something for you. It's like pj's. I'll meet you in the attic after I'm ready. I'll wake you up." You sigh hoping he would get dressed. He did have a few hours.

He was a brat but you loved him.

Getting dressed and hoping to surprise your boyfriend.

Purple. Belphie was enjoying his soft new PJs. And he could leave in these. Lucifer couldn't get mad at him. He could wear PJs and be at the celebration.

Now intrigued on what you could be planning he is awoken by your voice saying his name. Sitting up to see your look. Pretending to be annoyed

This was it. Stars and it's soft? And purple?!? You know his hand will be on that bare back.

"You're handsome Belf." Standing next to the bed he was sitting on. "Lucifer is going to just love your traditional outfit."

You two laugh at your plan to just annoy Lucifer. Such a silly couple.

Getting ready to go and having Belphie whisper "I'm staying with you all night. No one is allowed to touch what is mine."

Okay. That turned a lot longer and I have no idea if it's good but I had fun so. Yay.

[mammonsrockstargf]

Satan would love goodreads.

He sees you one day, reviewing a book on your phone in the living room of HOL. He stands behind where you're sitting on the couch, peering over your shoulder, watching your finger press the four stars on the book you just read.

“What’s that?” he asks. You look back and smile at him, showing him your D.D.D. He leans down curiously, resting his hands on the back of the sofa while reading the words on your screen.

“It’s an app where I can rate the books I read,” you say. He reaches for your phone and looks at you for approval which you give with a nod.

He scrolls the app, checking out your reviews. “Isn’t it smart? You can give the books stars and write reviews and then you can look back on what you’ve read!” you exclaim, gesturing excitedly with your hands. Satan's gaze flickers from his phone to you and a light blush grazes his cheeks when he catches your excitement over books. “Yeah, that’s pretty cool,” he says, giving you back your phone while clearing his throat.

Now, Satan doesn’t really think he needs Goodreads. Demons have an excellent memory and most of the books on the app are human books, so he’d have to write in Devildom books manually, but he figures it wouldn’t be all that bad to download the app just so he can see your reviews. Plus, he does read a lot of books…

And boy, does he write the most scalding reviews. Everytime you see him rate a new book, you get genuinely concerned for the authors well being if Satan didn’t like the book.

I have lived for thousands of years and will live for thousands more and yet I wish I could regain the six hours I wasted on this horrible book.

I would rather spend a decade chained to Lucifer himself than read this horrible pile of shite again.

The plot was bland as fuck and the language barely did anything to make up for it, what a sad excuse for literature.

You come to look forward to these reviews, giggling whenever he gets particularly brutal. It’s a side of him you hardly ever see.

One day you recommend him a bad book on purpose, just to see what he’ll do. It’s quite easy to blind side him because Satan hardly ever checks on what’s new in the human literature world.

When you get to notification that he’s read it, you immediately press it, excited to see what he’s said, only to find the review relatively… tame?

Your brows furrow as you read the half-assed text, complimenting the plot twist at the end. “Didn’t see it coming.” It reads and you shake your head. That plot twist had been some of the absolute worst you’ve ever read. You’d been excited to see Satan tear it apart and call on the lazy ending.

You recommend him another book that you’re sure he’ll hate. Once again, the review is fine. Even the small following Satan has gained on the app seems confused.

This book is fucking horrible, why did he give it three stars?

Yeah, I followed him for his brutally honest reviews, but this is just weird.

You recommend him a bad book for the third time, just for good measure. “There’s no way he’ll be able to pretend to like this one,” you think as you innocently bat your eyes lashes at him and give him the book. Satan hesitates for a bit, looking down at the book. Then he sends you a tight-lipped smile. “Yeah, I’ll give it a go.”

You’re lying in bed when Satan barges into your room. “Satan, what are you-“ he plops the book down in front of you on the bed and crosses his arms. “Are you doing this on purpose?” A smile tugs at your lips before you think better of it and quickly fake a confused expression.

“What? I would never!” you say and he rolls his eyes and begin pacing your room. His fists are rolled into tight balls, knuckles turning white. He’s kind of hot like this you realize.

“Did you not like the book?” you ask and he stops pacing to just stare at you for a few seconds. “Are you serious? It made me want to rip my fucking eyes out!” he shouts and you giggle.

Satan feels like he’s going insane. Are you toying with him or something?

“What’s going on?” he asks and you shrug, sending him a mischievous smile. “I didn’t mean to tease you…” you say. “I just liked your reviews on bad books, so I thought I’d recommend you a bad book on purpose,” you begin to explain. Satan's mouth slightly opens and his brows raise at you.

“But then your reviews were so nice all of a sudden so I just kept recommending-“ You’re interrupted by Satan's manic laughter. He’s glaring at the ceiling, looking kind of insane in all honesty and you begin to wonder if you’ve maybe pushed him a bit too far this time.

You wrap your arms around your knees as your bed creaks with Satan's weight as he sits down next to you. “Are you even aware of how much I had to hold back-“ Satan grumbles, while he draws closer to you. His brows are pinched and his eyes are flashing green.

“Wait what?” you interrupt. “You held back because you didn’t want to upset me?”

“No!” Satan huffs and scratches his head. “I mean I thought you liked those books,” he says and pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes shut, while letting out a long breath.

“Oh, you big softie!” You chuckle as realisation dawns upon you.

“I am not a softie!” Satan's eyes snap open again. “You so are!” You squeal when Satan is on you, so you’re pressed against the bed, trapped between Satan's hands on either side of your head. Much to your surprise he begins tickling you. “Satan, no!” you yelp and try to get away from him, with no prevail.

“Take your punishment, human!” The demon howls. You’re gasping for air, lightly slapping his chest, in a fit of laughter. The side of Satan’s mouth quirks up. “This is the next best thing to eating you!”

a/n: thank for reading! <3 you can find my other stuff here

[l3viat8an]

Guys ik I was just talking about levi, but Satan♡

He's so romantic, like you'll say "chivalry is dead" but then he shows up

He reads to you to help you sleep, he uses the side walk rule, he wants to meet your family, he's so bf!!

But honestly I just need satan cuddles in my life♡♡

Levi had his moment it’s Satan’s turn lolol ‘n Satan really is such a sweet, sappy romantic it’s adorable <3

The sidewalk rule is so true!!! He’ll take your hand and switch sides with you if you somehow ended up on the wrong side!!!

Satan loves taking you on all the typical dates too, cat cafes, museums, libraries, dancing, out to a fancy dinner whenever you both have time or when he feels like you need to be spoiled a little bit extra!

Satan’s absolutely the type to write and slip little love notes (or even short poems he read, that made him think of you) into your locker or school bag so you find them throughout the day, he hopes they’ll make you smile.

Definitely the type to give you little gifts, randomly. Anything from a pen because you mentioned yours was running out of ink to flowers ‘just because’. tho the flowers just so happen to be your favorites-

Loves soft PDA, he always wants to hold hands, partly because it keeps you closer and partly because he can bring your hand to his lips and kiss the back of it. Sappy, sweet, fool in love-

When it’s just the two of you alone tho- he loves giving you little kisses on whatever part of your skin is exposed. Hands, shoulders, neck, forehead, anywhere.

Some of the best cuddles too, his favorite is probably when you’re laying on his chest while he reads to you!!! Or he loves to be big spoon so he can wrap his whole body around yours.

[anintrovertedechoe]

satan’s just a little creature to me.

[mee-op]

satan absolutely looks to books and movies for cute date ideas. he loves the thought of dancing in the rain, staying up all night to watch stupid rom coms, cuddling by the fire, stargazing for so long until both of you fall asleep, going out for coffee early in the morning.

he knows they're all cliche and cheesy but he likes cliche and cheesy. and he hopes you don't make fun of him too much when you find out, and if you could maybe humour him with some of his stupid ideas.

but also the thought that maybe the two of you are soulmates makes him so flustered >.<

[kurolumiis]

𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇

featuring — satan, luma (oc)

summary — late night reassurance with luma and satan.

warnings — satan (obey me) x oc, fluff, mentions of abandonment issues, reassurance, short but sweet

messages from the galaxy — first obey me fic !! might as well title it satlu’s anthem (i love this song sm i swear) warning im not that far into obey me and i watched the majority of season one so i apologize if satan is ooc

a cold breeze awoke satan as his partner sat up abruptly. luma was breathing heavily as satan adjusted to the dim light coming from the window.

“lu? what’s wrong?” he muttered, running a hand down his face as he sat up. facing them, he brought their shaking figure in his arms. “i.. i had a nightmare,” they uttered out, sounding like they were about to cry.

“a nightmare?” he questioned, soothing them. “you.. you left me for someone else,” they wept, trying to muffle their sobs. satan pulled them closer to him.

“i would never, ever leave you, luma. you’re my light, my joy. i love you so much that i hardly know what to do with myself. i just.. i wouldn’t leave you, my muse.”

his words shocked luma, making their eyes slowly open. their heavy eyes were lidded, looking up at him. “you mean it?”

“yes, lu, i mean it.”

diorlumx productions, 2024

[scarlett-vixen]

Soooo since the event is still ongoing, I was wondering if you could do W-Wardrobe with Satan? gender neutral reader and fluff please! ^^

Omg this is the cutest idea anon I love you for this!!! (A little short but I think I made my point😌)

Prompt: W- Wardrobe

Pairing: Satan x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

“What’s really fascinating about this potion is that it actually—”

“Does he know he’s doing it wrong?”

“BUT! If you add Wolfthorn berries in, it becomes an entirely different potion that—”

“Surely someone has told him this isn’t correct? Am I really the only one who notices??”

“You have to be careful though, otherwise you could spontaneously combust—” Satan had been going on like this for the last thirty minutes, completely derailed from the original conversation.

Normally you would have steered him back on track but you were far too lost in your own thoughts. Far too baffled that he could continue to do something so wrong. Far too annoyed by that stupid jacket.

“Satan can I be incredibly blunt with you?” You couldn’t take it anymore, someone had to fix this, even if you got torn to shreds.

“Oh,” The fourth born gave you a stunned look as you cut him off mid-sentence. “I suppose. What about?”

“Why, and I say this very lovingly, the hell do you wear your jacket like that??” You gestured at the side that was just draped over his shoulder.

“I, uh, I don’t— I mean I just,” You could tell he was flustered. His cheeks turned a light pink and he gently grabbed onto his jacket. “I’ve always worn it like this.”

“I know but you wear your uniform like a normal person, so why in the Devildom do you wear your jackets with only one arm through them?” A teasing tone in your voice. You weren’t trying to be rude, it was just something that you thought about a lot since meeting him.

Satan shrugged, looking down at his textbook before him, it always felt odd to see him become shy or timid and it usually only happened with you.

“I guess I just wanted to be different than my brothers, they all have very unique personalities and I’m just—”

“A sweet and intelligent guy who has a big heart for animals and has a continuous thirst for knowledge? I think you’re very different and unique from your brothers. Besides,” You loved teasing the Avatar of Wrath so you quickly added “I bet you’d look pretty with it on correctly.” You smiled at him and watched his entire face go red. You knew you broke him when he quickly cleared his throat and went back to the original topic the two of you had been discussing.

The next morning at breakfast you were happily greeted by six of the brothers, you quickly noticed that Satan was absent and grew worried. You hoped your previous conversation hadn’t upset him, you ate your breakfast but became increasingly concerned with each minute that passed.

“Good morning everyone!” The voice of the fourth born cut through the current loud conversation.

“Good morning Sat—” You were mid-bite and mid-sentence when you looked up. Satan stood across from you with a bright smile as he pulled his chair out to join the group, your brain short circuited when you saw him, something was different but you couldn’t figure out what exactly.

Then it hit you.

For the first time ever he had that dumb jacket on correctly with both arms through both sleeves. You spoke before you could stop yourself.

“You put your jacket on.” Immediately wanting to die from embarrassment at your very obvious statement and realizing how hard you were staring. You could feel the warmth on your cheeks as well.

“Yes I did,” he chuckled slightly “I decided you were right, there’s no need to try and be different. I’m perfect how I am.” With that Satan took his seat and began his meal.

You were still in awe of how different he looked now and couldn’t manage to look away. It was your turn to be flustered.

“1,647 YEARS!!!!” Asmo threw his fork down in frustration “I’ve been telling you to fix that damn sleeve for 1,600 years now! And you finally do it because MC told you to??? What did they say that was so great!”

The fourth born looked up to see his brother glaring at him, he glanced over to see you still watching him with rosy cheeks. Satan met Asmo’s look of frustration with a smirk and in a very cocky tone responded.

“They called me pretty.”