#om! satan x reader

[demonvibez]

Clueless

A/N: These requests were just too good, and I had quite a bit of fun with it. Karen Smith is such an icon, I had to take this idea and run with it, lol. Mostly fun, a few serious parts. Hope you guys like it - may expand on this later (perhaps with an nsfw version). Anyways, enjoy! ♡ Characters: Demon Brothers x GN Reader Word Count: 3.7k+ Rating: Teen [Suggestive Themes] Tags: gn reader, dumb reader, implied violence, suggestive themes/implied sex

☆ LUCIFER:

-> He believed it all to be an act at first - surely he and Lord Diavolo had the sense to acquire a human for the exchange program that would actually be up to the task to complete it. Surely you were just pulling a prank on him, much like his younger brothers would. You aren't actually this dense...right? 

-> Feels even more responsible for you than normal, so he feels the need to keep a tight leash on you. You bring a lot of chaos to the Devildom, and he can't have you ruining any reputations (yours, his or Lord Diavolo's), so he practically becomes your shadow in order to minimize any mayhem you may cause - especially since you're so prone to injury.

-> Has a hard time punishing you - your obliviousness causes you to have a hard time taking any of it seriously. He'll never forget the first time you started giggling during one of his lectures, after he caught you and two of his brothers destroying the kitchen. After many headaches, he's had to come up with whole new ways to deal with you - most of which are torture via boredom.

♡ He's not sure when, but somehow, he began to find you rather endearing - and next thing he knew, he had actually fallen for you. No one is more shocked than he is - maybe it's the innocence in your eyes when you look up at him, or the way your smile brings a blush to his cheeks. But now he can't help but to feel affection for all of those dumb little things you do. You have turned the Lucifer Morningstar into a full-blown morosexual for you, and there's no turning back for him now - he is beyond smitten with you, although he does often question himself. "How can a human such as you stir such emotions within me?" So innocent, so earnest, so loyal. Many aspects of Lucifer's life is difficult, but loving you is so easy.

♡ As the Avatar of Pride, he has no issues being very blunt with his feelings for you. The night before, he stays up late in his study, writing several drafts of the confession he plans to recite to you over dinner at Ristorante Six. He knows you, after all, and wants to make himself very clear.

♡ He loves that you depend on him, he practically lives for it. You constantly need his help and protection, and his already ineffable Pride gets inflated every time you turn to him with those innocent eyes and pouty face of yours. It gets to a point where he is used to always being with you - you fall into a synchronicity, a routine. It gets to the point where Lucifer even asks you to move into his room; he would love to share the space with you, and it would just be much simpler for you both - he knows what's best for you, after all.

-> If anyone ever questions his relationship with you, he shuts it down instantly with a singular murderous glare. Pride is unshakable, but Lucifer is still prone to annoyance. He'll string them up in the middle of the RAD courtyard without even breaking a sweat. Nothing like a little public shaming to show the naysayers who the true imbeciles are.

☆ MAMMON:

-> Idiocy loves company, and he's beyond glad to have you in his company! Two peas in a pod, no wonder Lucifer stuck the two of you together!

-> He loves how easy it is to rope you along into pulling schemes with him - he's never had a better partner in crime! And when the two of you inevitably get caught by Lucifer, your cluelessness tends to come in handy.

-> He also loves how your grades are equally bad! It means he won't have to suffer the wrath of Satan's study sessions alone anymore.

-> Pretty much becomes your shadow when he notices how clumsy you are - any human would be in danger in the Devildom, but your stupidity leads you into more peril than normal. After a couple of minor injuries (and a scrape with a lower demon), Mammon decides it's best if he doesn't let you out of his sight. Lucifer put him in charge of you after all, he's just doin' what he's told!

♡ But in all honesty, it's another way you two connect. He loves all the crazy times you two have together, the impulsive adventures you get yourselves into. He feels like you both understand each other better than anyone! The only problem is, between his tsundere act and your extreme obliviousness, your relationship is stuck in limbo. All of his brothers' teasing goes right over your head, and a flustered Mammon usually denies it while trying to hide what a blushing mess he really is. Until, one day, he can't take it anymore - "I'm in love with ya, ya big dummy," he blurts out as the two of you ride in his Demonio 666. 

♡ And ever since that random Tuesday afternoon, you and Mammon have been inseparable. You two are truly like twin flames - consequences don't even matter as long as you're by his side. He'd take a million lectures, be strung up a million times, hell he'd even cut up his credit cards into a million pieces if it means he gets to keep you forever. That dumb smile of yours is worth more than all the Grimm in the Devildom, and he'd do anything for you to flash it at him, even if just for a moment. He wasn't sure he believed in soul mates before, but now that he has you, he's damn sure you're his.

-> No one really gives Mammon grief about his relationship with you, seeing as you're a perfect match made in Hell (affectionate). But you can imagine if they did, they'd suddenly find themselves in more debt than the Avatar himself. And if that doesn't work, he'll fight for ya! Mammon is no stranger to winning a scrap ;)

☆ LEVIATHAN:

-> He makes a lot of assumptions about you at first - you're just another basic normie, aren't you?!

-> Sometimes believes you are mocking him with your questions - especially when it comes to his special interests. How can you possibly be so clueless?! He's explained this game to you literally ten times?!?! You must be inting or something!! You have to be doing this on purpose!!!

-> Also believes your forgetfulness is on purpose, thinking you secretly hate him - or at the very least, don't really care for him. He figures when you agree to hang out with him that you're either just being nice, or are too dumb to figure out how to get out of it, so you must just go along with it. So when you forget him, he thinks you're purposely ghosting him for someone better.

-> He eventually confronts you about all of this, only for him to be met with a confused look on your face. The two of you awkwardly chat it out, and afterward he starts to think that he may be the bigger idiot for making so many assumptions.

-> But once he understands you, you start to grow on him - you remind him of that one MC from 'Oops! That Normie Who Dropped in from Another Realm is Now My Bestie and I May Be Developing a Crush!' and how they may say and do stupid things, but it's actually kind of endearingly cute! And they're so soo loyal! Wait, you actually kinda look like them, too. Prepare yourself - new cosplay incoming, courtesy of Leviathan. He does second guess himself over it a bit - Is it weird if he makes the matching cosplay to go along with yours? It's totally weird, isn't it?! No it isn't, because you're too dumb to think too deeply into it! But he will overthink it all the same.

♡ Not the best at openly talking about his emotions, and he doesn't want to ruin your current relationship with him, so it may be more difficult for him to get across his feelings to you. He keeps dropping subtle little hints in the hopes that you'll eventually pick up on it. And if you never do, one day he just blurts it out (after numerous pep talks from his brothers). He tries writing a confession in the notes app of his DDD to read off for you, but he gets so nervous he drops his phone and ends up just shouting, "I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU!!!" - after which is followed with a flurry of apologies from the otaku demon. 

♡ And after that, you find yourself practically living in his room - and he finds himself purposely losing at games so that you can get a few wins, all to see that excited look on your face that he adores so much. He truly has found his player two! ^.^

-> It would be unusual to find the hikikomori demon in a social situation where someone is questioning your relationship to his face - he does spend a lot of time defending you online, however, and has been successful in getting a few of your haters' accounts nuked. RIP.

☆ SATAN:

-> Honestly annoyed by you at first. You just ask so damn many questions, and it seems like you don't even retain the answers. 

-> Then one day he overhears Lucifer lecturing you about your failing grades - Challenge accepted. You are now his new project. How hard could it possibly be? It would be quite the accomplishment for him, and he's sure it will annoy Lucifer in the mean time! Seeing him put so much effort into the stupid human is sure to throw Lucifer off of his game! The Old Man will think he is plotting something nefarious, but-

-> Ahem. Anyways, expect your bookshelves to rapidly fill up with gifts from him - with everything from textbooks, to picture books, to entire series of epic novels. Expect him to be over after dinner every night, to sit with you an indulge in one of these books. He'll let you pick something most of the time, but he occasionally becomes insistent of one of his own picks - the erotica he reads to you tends to go over your head, anyways.

-> Quickly finds he has to adjust his teaching style, having to go over rudimentary concepts with you multiple times. He's much more patient with you than he is with Mammon his brothers, his temper non-existent as he slowly repeats the lesson to you again. He knows you are trying your best, and is willing to put in the same effort you put forth. Occasionally you do aggravate him in this regard - he usually just takes it out on the first one of his brothers he sees, instead of you. Thankfully.

-> He's unsure what it is about you, but something about you really calms the wrath raging within him. Maybe it's your carefree, peaceful nature that soothes the storm within him. Maybe it's that adorable smile that can light up the darkest of Devildom nights. Maybe it's the way you never fail to make him laugh when you make Lucifer lose his temper. Either way he hasn't failed to notice that his days are better with you in them.

-> Sometimes his patience for you does wear thin though - especially when your stupidity gets you hurt! 'You're not going to survive in this realm if you keep acting so thoughtlessly,' he says through gritted teeth, as he patches up the lacerations on your arm - caused by you touching a killer plant adorned with a very large warning sign. He does his best to keep his anger within, but he's yelled at you a few times, almost desperate to finally get his point across to you.

♡ It is quite obvious to him why he has fallen for you, so he wastes no time in planning his confession. He knows his romantic gesture will have to be overt, the goal being that you truly comprehend understand his feelings for you. A thoughtful gift along with a handwritten letter, simply stating how he is deeply in love with you - and if any confusion remains, he'd be happy to explain. 

♡ And after that, he spends each day with you in bliss. As the moonlight illuminates the pages of his book, he softly reads the words to you; and as you fall asleep in his arms, he knows that this is what true happiness is. He may never be allowed in the Celestial Realm, but being with you makes him feel like he's already there.

-> If people question his relationship with you, they only do so in hushed tones - no one wants to be on the receiving end of his Wrath, especially after that one demon went missing after gawking at the two of you on a date.

☆ ASMODEUS:

-> Excited to adopt you into his inner circle - he knows someone like you would be the perfect little doll for him! He already thinks you're just oh so adorable, and it will be incredibly easy for him to turn you into his little Mini Asmo.

-> New style, new hair, new everything! Be prepared to truly become his twin, for he wants you to become his shadow. Doesn't even take him much effort to convince you to change your schedule to match his! 

-> Asmo is definitely the Queen Bee of RAD, but you're basically the Queen's Hand - he regards your thoughts and opinions highly, as if they are the royal decree. He may also lightly tease you at times, wanting nothing more than to see the many cute faces you make, but he would never stab you in the back. HBIC's have to look out for each other, after all! 

-> Your grades actually go up, shockingly enough, thanks to Asmo having his fan club do all of your schoolwork. You don't have time for that nonsense! 'Pamper and Pre-Game' with Asmo is way more important than writing some silly Devildom Law essay - you don't wanna be late to the Fall, after all!

-> The two of you pretty much run the school, constantly making waves and setting trends. You get your own fan club, but you also have a fair amount of haters! Either way, all eyes are on you, and every dumb little thing you do ends up going viral online. Some days you're being praised for your fashion, others you're being meme'd for your clumsiness. And of course, Asmo always helps you take advantage of these moments, good or bad. Never a dull day on the Devilnet!

-> He especially loves that your air-headedness leaves a lot of room for you to be open minded to experimentation (or maybe you're just easy to convince, hehe). It's lead to a lot of wild nights in his bedroom, with the two of you experiencing unfathomable euphoria - those nights will forever live rent free in his mind. Perhaps he can convince you to let Sol join the two of you next time...

-> On the other hand, he notices he has to keep an extra sharp eye on you when the two of you are out partying together - your obliviousness has almost led you to a few dangerous situations, one that ended up leaving Asmo's strawberry-blonde hair stained crimson. He is now hyper-vigilant over you, always guarding your drinks and cutting in on the dancefloor.

♡ How could the Avatar of Lust not fall you for? His best friend, his partner in crime, his darling human~♡! He comes to the realization that he loves you even more than himself, and that he must start making a plan! The date of all dates to sweep you off of your feet and right into his arms~♡ He knows he'll have to be clear and concise when he makes his confession - not only are you a bit dense, but his usual Avatar of Lust brand of affection may make it... confusing for you, to figure out that he truly loves you romantically. Whatever, who cares! He'll tell you a million times over if you need him to ♡!

♡ After that, not too much will change, for you were already inseparable before his confession! He may become a bit more possessive, but that comes with the territory of being Lust's Chosen One. The two of you are RAD's Power Couple, and he will make damn sure the entire Devildom knows it!

-> When it comes to your relationship, Asmodeus is ride or die. If anyone ever questions it, he brushes it off with his signature smile and a cold remark - at first. Like a scorpion, he strikes from the shadows. Pink may be his color, but he is also well aware how amazing he looks in red~♡ ;)

☆ BEELZEBUB:

-> Doesn't think too much about it at first - you're just that nice human with the pretty smile and the fun stash of human world snacks. 

-> The least judgmental of his brothers, while also being the first to get to know you deeply. He feels like you're really easy to understand, and he finds that it's really easy to open up to you. He becomes a lot more talkative when you're around, and soon the two of you have you own dumb little inside jokes that his brothers are jealous they aren't in on. You don't even get each other's jokes half the time (which is mostly your fault, no offense) but laughter truly is contagious, and you have so much fun in each other's company.

-> Once he really gets to know you, he worries about you endlessly! He feels the need to become even more protective over you than he already is. Not only does your clumsiness worry him, but your forgetfulness too. He knows for a fact that humans need to eat to survive! What do you mean you forgot to eat lunch?! How can you forget something like that...and before you know it, he's adding some of his Acidic Hell Fries to your plate.

-> So he starts inviting you to eat with him every single day, and he loves how easily you say yes! No matter the menu, no matter the restaurant, you're always down to go out with him and share a bite to eat - you don't even ask questions! And he really admires how adventurous you are - always ordering new dishes, never turning down a bite of some strange food when he offers it, the smile on your face when you actually do enjoy it. Sharing a simple meal with you quickly becomes the part of his day he looks forward to the most.

-> The two of you do get into your own share of trouble every now and then though. While Beel has been banned from the Devildom's various eating contests, you haven't been - and you never seem to learn how sick these contests make you, no matter how badly you wanna give the prize to Beel. And let's not forget all the times you've had to wash dishes at Hell's Kitchen because you both ran outta the House without making sure you had a single Grimm on you. Either way, the two of you have so much fun together, that you never regret it - or learn from it.

♡ He wears his heart on his sleeve, and while Beelzebub isn't dumb like you are, he does have a certain innocent honesty about him - so he has no problem telling you his true feelings about you. He may get the slightest bit frustrated after having to explain it so many times, but hand him a snack and he'll have all the patience in the world to sit with you and help you understand how much he truly loves you.

♡ And after that, you continue to spend your days with your sweet cinnamon roll of a boyfriend. Whether you're hanging with him at the gym or sneaking out for a late night snack, being with you always makes his heart feel so full - a feeling he would never trade, even for a thousand Shadow Goose Burgers. 

-> Doesn't even remotely pay attention to what others are saying about his relationship with you - why even bother worrying about that? Although there was that one time some random demon at RAD did question him about it, but Beel couldn't hear them over the rumble of his own stomach - which they hilariously mistook as a threat, causing them to run off in terror. 

☆ BELPHEGOR:

-> Your stupidity made his scheme in the attic all too easy! Truly like the wolf leading the lamb. He could have never dreamed that such a perfect target would just fall right into his lap, would stumble into the attic and right into his trap - it was almost comical. He could have also never dreamed that, once the veil of hate was lifted from his eyes, the amount of overwhelming guilt he would feel. Naïve, innocent little lamb. He'd do anything to make up for it - he's failed to protect you twice already, and he won't be making that mistake again.

-> Suddenly overprotective, as well as a bit possessive. He knows how easily you can be fooled into mortal danger, so you can expect him to lurk in the shadows. The circle of people he trusts (his brothers) is small, and he even occasionally has doubts about a few of them. 

-> Other than that, he is beyond amused by you, and he knows he's going to have a lot of mischievous fun with you by his side! The House of Lamentation was already chaotic with just the seven of them, but your arrival truly added a wild card to the mix. Your absentminded hijinks are usually funny enough for him to warrant losing a bit of sleep.

-> He pretty much makes you the mascot for the Anti-Lucifer League - any schemes he and the Fourth Born can think up, they rope you into. Typically used as bait, watching Lucifer freak out as you stand there looking clueless truly never gets old. No matter how many times they explain the pranks to you, you never really understand what's going on - which makes for a great defense when all three of you inevitably get lectured by the Eldest afterwards.

-> Loves how easy it is to convince you to skip class and nap with him - you're the only one he's shown all of his favorite hiding spots to. Partially because he knows you'll never remember where they are without his help, but also because he loves cuddling up with you. 

♡ He's actually tried several times to convey his feelings to you, with everything from romantic dreams to starlit dates. He's even kissed you, how much more obvious can he get?! If it were anyone but you, he probably would have given up and gone back to sleep. But you're you and you're worth it, so he stays up late conjuring up exactly what to say to you, hoping this time his bluntness makes it clear.

♡ And after that, the two of you spend the majority of your free time cuddled up in each other's loving embrace. It's nothing but sweet dreams and starry skies, so long as you have Belphie by your side.

-> Questioning his relationship with you (or badmouthing you in general) is probably one of the most egregious mistakes one could make. If the endless night terrors aren't enough to evoke instant regret, the Avatar of Sloth doesn't mind resorting to violence for you.

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[love-fictional-ppl]

Satan who loves doing his favorite things with you…

Satan who will read out loud while you lie on his lap.

Satan who has you distract Lucifer while the anti-Lucifer squad pranks him.

Satan who immediately shows you the kitten he found walking home from RAD, you both stayed up all night playing and hanging out with the kitten

Satan who rants about what going on in his current book

Satan who takes you to his favorite cafe

Satan who feels comfortable with you

[witheringwidgetwrites]

satan deffo have a thing for public s£x, specifically in a library

Here is my attempt. Hope this is cool (MC is bent over, hands branced on a bookshelf. just for context.)

CW creampie, dirty talk?

"You'll need to be more quiet. Can't have anyone hearing you," Satan accentuates every couple words with a harsh thrust, you hear the belt buckle from his RAD uniform clack each time he moves.

" 'm trying!" You whisper yell, turning your head to glance at him. He chuckles, grunting as he continues his harsh pace.

He leans forward, one hand rubbing at your sex and the other holding onto your hip, "taking me so well, MC, we absolutely need to, fuck, do this more often," he groans, watching his cock disappear into your heat with each thrust, you hang your head, biting your lip as you feel his hard shaft dragging along your walls with each thrust. The heat builds up in your core,

"Please, S-Satan I'm so close," you moan, hearing him chuckle for a moment before he obliges you, rubbing at your sex with more fervor, and rutting his hips against you harder.

"Me too, you're practically milking my cock, MC." You can practically feel his condescending smirk, but you don't mind, feeling your walls clench around him as your knot in your stomach bursts, you bring your wrist to your mouth, biting down to muffle the cry that begs to come from your lips.

Satan's thrusts don't falter, it takes him a moment before he slams himself into you, emptying himself deep inside. He stays for a moment before pulling out, and tugging your underwear up.

"Let's get back to our study session, shall we?"

[dotster001]

What Was Will be Again

Summary: Satan x gn!reader Satan finds that texting the attendant is an easy way to communicate without his wrath interfering. But it isn't long before he craves more.

A/N: this is heavily inspired by how, in nightbringer, Satan seems to hate us and want nothing to do with us, but he's also texting to rank his favorite cat things. So I said, both can go hand in hand 😂

Everything was too much. This existence was too noisy, too aggressive, too uncaring. And yet…when you told him to "STAY!", there was a brief moment he felt peace.

Still everytime he tried to talk to you, the only words out of his mouth were in anger. The first few times you were startled, but at length you'd seemed to accept it. 

It's not his fault! He wants to shout how much he cares, how much he wants to make you happy! But he's always so angry! He can't control it, and it's…frightening. Frightening that he could destroy the only peace he's found in his entire existence.

One day, though, he's looking through the royal library, and there's a book that reminds him of you. Without thinking, he texts you using the number Lucifer gave him, and sends you all manner of book recommendations.

It takes half a second for him to realize what he's done, but you are enthusiastic in your response.

I'll be sure to let you know what I think!

He turned off his phone, and clutched it to his chest, a grin overtaking his normally sour features.

He was scared though, that your relationship would change. That you'd challenge this out in the open, or worse, in front of Lucifer. But you didn't say anything. You treated him as you always did. He couldn't be more grateful.

It was just so much easier to talk to you over text. It was safer! He couldn't scare you off like that…

"Ooh who are you smiling at?" Asmo asked, giggling and trying to read Satan's texts over his shoulder.

"What are you blabbering about?"he snapped, shutting down his phone.

"People only smile at their phones like that when it's someone special. Now tell me who it is!" Asmo whined, as he draped himself over Satan's lap.

Satan stood up and let Asmo fall, but still. This was the first moment he thought that, maybe, just maybe, talking to you in person wouldn't be so bad.

Then you sent him another picture of a cat, and his brain got thoroughly distracted. But over the course of the next couple days, he thought and thought  about it, before deciding to try and talk to you.

"You're chewing too loudly," he snapped. That's not what he wanted to say to you, he just heard the noise and that was all his brain could process.

You froze, swallowed, and said, "I'm sorry, Satan. I'll try to be quieter."

He snarled, and walked away, before realizing he'd completely blown the interaction. Why was it so hard? And why were you so understanding?! As he processed what had just gone down, you'd already texted him about how a manga Levi recommended you was something you thought he'd enjoy based on his recommendations.

This wouldn't be the last time he tried and failed to interact with you. He was starting to realize he was no better than Levi! Levi, his annoying, otaku brother, had talked to you more than he ever had. And he seemed to be able to hold a conversation with you without his sin taking over!

It wasn't fair! He wanted to see your face when he sent a cute cat picture. He wanted to hear your laugh when you thought something he said was funny. He wanted to see the empathy in your eyes when you told him it was okay, and that he wasn't his sin. The confidence in your expression, when you said that he could learn to control his wrath one day.

He'd blown up on his "brothers" again, and had left the House of Lamentation, deciding to sit in the gazebo by the pond, staring at the stars, and clenching his fists so tightly that his talons drew blood.

He heard someone walking up behind him, and felt them sit on the bench next to him.

He didn't have to look up to know it was you.

"Go away!"

You didn't say anything, just sat there. He saw you shift out of the corner of his eye, and then felt his phone vibrate with a new message from you. He ignored it. No point in hearing what you had to say.

You shifted again, and he flinched when you placed a hand on top of one of his clenched fists.

It took him a moment to realize his cheeks had grown wet, and he was trembling. You thankfully didn't mention it, just sat with him as he processed his feelings.

You were so gentle. So kind. Better than any angel, or Celestial Realm could ever be.

….

Your head rested in his lap, and he offhandedly stroked your hair as you read together in his private library.

"Satan?" you hummed, breaking the peaceful silence.

"Mhmm?"

"Mammon was telling me about the couple of centuries after you were born."

He groaned, and you giggled.

"Sounds like you were a bit of a trouble maker."

"Were?" He snickered, tickling your side, and causing you to snort.

"You know what I mean, you ass," you groaned, swatting his hand away. 

"So I was curious, how did you learn to cope with your sin? Like, the other brothers were angels, so in theory they should have had the tools to overcome, but it kind of sounds like you were on your own…"

Your trailed off at the end, voice tinged with a hint of sadness.

"We used to have this attendant," he said, trying hard to bring the memories to the surface after years of disuse. "I don't know what happened to them, they probably got eaten or something, but they were a unique demon, and when I was in a particularly bad fit, they would come sit with me. Their strength gave me strength."

He hummed to himself. "It's been a while since I've thought about that, actually. But without them lending me their peace, I never would have found my own."

"Sounds like they were important to you," you hummed, nuzzling into him affectionately.

He wrapped his arms around you, before saying, "Yeah. I guess. But I have someone better now."

You laughed, before smiling up at him, "Still, I'm happy you had them, or I wouldn't have you now."

"Yeah, I guess not."

He wasn't sure if his brother's father could hear them in hell, but he sent up a quick thank you for the demon attendant for bringing him you.

....

Tag list- @leonia0 @eccedentesiast-sapphic @your-next-daydream

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Obey Me Brothers + Dateables Smut Headcanons

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, and Simeon.

A/N: Some may have less because I don’t think about them as much as the others, sorry about that. This also was not beta read, so if there’s spelling errors I apologize. Also please if you like these, consider reblogging! Or at the very least send in a reply, or anon telling me what yall think!! 

Warnings/Tags: Obviously very sexual themes, I’m not going to bother tagging every sexual thing mentioned in here, so please read at your own discretion. Minors/Ageless Blogs DNI

Words: 8,734

Lucifer:

Lucifer’s a dom, a hard dom, a brat tamer even. Or he’s a power bottom, and he will tease you relentlessly while you’re bouncing on his cock. 

He does a mix of praise and degradation, he’ll call you a cock-dumb slut in one breath, then tell you that you’re beautiful and doing a good job.

It also depends on his mood, you can tell if he’s had a rough day because he pulls out the degradation more, and will fuck you more roughly. If he’s had a good day (to his standards) he’ll praise you more and have more deliberately slow but deep thrusts instead.

If you ask him though, he will make love to you. He’s much better showing you how much he loves you through action than he does with his words.

Lucifer has a cockwarming kink, size-kink, dumbification kink, and ngl probably has some kind of title kink (whether that’s master, daddy, sir, etc.)

He’s also into BDSM, we should all know this intuitively by now. He literally has things to hang his brothers upside down IN CANON. Of fucking course he’s thought about you tied up in some kind of way and having his way with you. He’s a sadist.

Speaking of being a sadist, he will probably either overstimulate you or deny your orgasm. He loves hearing you whine and either begging him to keep going or to give you a break. He loves hearing you begging in general, really.

LOVES SPANKING YOU. That’s it.

He’ll love to mark you up, but if you mark him up it will never actually be shown because dude is modest in his clothing, so it’ll be completely hidden under his clothes. If this frustrates you, it’ll actually turn him on knowing that he can control this part too.

Please sext him at your discretion, because if you’re trying to get absolutely fucking railed, then yeah, sext him during a meeting, or class, or literally anything where his presence is important. If you’re not trying to get railed, and just want to attempt to get some kind of power back and make him flustered, good luck, it’s not going to work. He’ll act completely unfazed, and then tease you and take it out on you later.

He also has a corruption kink, so if you act all innocent and sweet and shy, he’s going to make sure you’re begging him to fuck you like a good little slut. He will also not give you what you want until you’re basically screaming how bad you want to be fucked.

This man can be semi-vocal, he will growl a lot, groan, and like I mentioned, degrade and praise you. He will hardly ever cuss or let it show that he himself is drunk off of your body, his pride won’t let him.

He’s also a semi big boy to demon standards, he’s almost ten inches, and about average girth. Since the human standard is not even close to ten inches, if you let it show that you’re surprised at how big he is, it will only make him swell up with more pride. He’s trimmed, he’s almost just as particular about his looks than Asmo.

He’s really good in the aftercare department though. He’s probably second to Asmo for his brothers in aftercare. He knows he can be rough, and he really does love you. He wants you to know how much he cherishes you. Baths/showers, praise, massages, cuddles, anything you want.

Lucifer will never admit it, but the times he wakes up to you in the morning are some of his happiest moments. Just having you in his arms and being the first thing he sees, the first thought in his mind, warms his heart like no other. 

Mammon:

Mammon’s a total switch! Anyway you want him, anywhere you want him, however you want him, he is yours. If you want a service dom, if you want a brat, if you want a hard dom, if you want a total sub. He can do it all, even if it doesn’t seem like it at first. He’s full of surprises.

Definitely has a praise kink, istg tie him up and tell him how good he’s being and how wonderful he is, and he’ll literally turn into putty and whine for you.

He also likes to praise you too, if you have a degradation kink, he may try and play into it, but really he prefers to praise you instead. Might call you a good little slut or something, like a mix between degradation and praise.

If you go to the casino with him and sit on his lap while he’s playing, it will turn him on like no other. Blow on his dice, give him a kiss for winning or good luck, even if he loses, he doesn’t care as much because all he can think about is how  badly he just wants to take you home instead. Hell, if you tease him enough, he'll settle for taking you in the casino bathroom.

Loves to give or receive oral, he doesn’t have a preference. He equally loves seeing the look on your face when you go down on him, as much as he loves seeing your face of pure pleasure and moans of his name when he goes down on you.

I know many think the demons have massive cocks, but I like to think a maybe reasonable in between of both a demon and a human. So I imagine he’s about eight inches, probably just slightly above average girth, probably keeps himself trimmed. May have even considered getting a cock peircing at some point if he doesn’t have one already.

He has a marking kink in every single way, he wants everyone to know you’re his, and vice versa. He will have so many dark hickies all over your body, cum inside you and beg to have it drip down your thighs, or really cum anywhere on you. He’ll bruise your hips and waist with the imprints of his fingers. Bite marks, scratch marks, etc. Mammon has probably even gotten you some jewlery engraved with some form of his name on it, in a way to once again, show who you belong to.

And this goes for him too, scratch the fuck outta his back and he will be wearing a tank top all day. Hickies, lipstick smudges, bite marks, whatever you want to give him to show the fact that he’s the one pleasuring you like this.

Mammon can be very sappy sometimes and definitely follow the definition of making love to you! Any time he becomes aware of your mortality, or just how much he truly does adore you, he will worship every inch of your body and have you going all night, just wanting to spend as intimately close to you as long as possible.

He can be pretty good with aftercare when it’s really needed. Sometimes he can be exhausted, so give him a few minutes to recoup and then he’ll grumble and still get you a towel and clean you both up. Other times he can pamper you and continue to praise you on how good you were. Please do the same thing for him if he’s being a sub, he really wants to be good for you.

If you’re AFAB he’ll probably even let you peg him tbh.

He will attempt to tease you and say sweet nothings into your ear, or dirty talk you in public, he likes to see you flustered and has the confidence as if he can definitely keep his word (and he can), but if you do the same thing back to him?? 404 Mammon Not Found, MALFUNCTIONS. Sputters out words that aren’t even all coherent, and gets really defensive if you tease him how red he’s gotten after you do it.

Levi:

If you call Levi mid game and he actually answers you, and you start dirty talking, telling him how you’re touching yourself, or how you want him to fuck you, and he absolutely will cum in his pants untouched. He’s probably incredibly frustrated and complaining how this isn’t fair, because he’s in the middle of a tournament and cannot quit his game right now. But as soon as he’s done, he is hauling ass to wherever you are.

Roleplay kinkkk… dress up as his favorite characters and he will be so for it. If you also have a roleplay kink in which he dresses up, even better too.

Everyone has had a headcanon of sort along these notes but I absolutely agree with the idea that he has thought about fucking you with his tail. 

Levi’s a diet switch. If you really make him jealous and piss him off, he can and will rail you and be a total dom about it. But any other time he’ll do whatever you want of him, but he will be incredibly nervous and flustered at first, but once he’s finally in the moment, then he’s definitely in the moment.

For him, it just takes some getting used to at first because even if you two have fucked 50+ times, all of those 50+ times he’s still a little surprised that you want to have sex with him. Over time he’ll fall into a rhythm and get used to it, but please be patient in the meantime.

Levi has both a degradation kink and a praise kink, you can switch between both and he’ll react the same way to either.

MANHANDLE HIM. DO IT. Pull his hair, shove him down on the bed, pull him closer to you, smack his ass, suck on his fingers or his tail mid sex, spit in his mouth, either way the look of pure shock and ecstacy on his face when you do it is like no other.

I def think that Levi has like a seven inch cock, but is A GIRTHY BOY. He probably doesn’t even realize it, and may have even been self-conscious that he’s only seven inches (for a demon) but when your eyes go wide at how thick he is?? It gives him a confidence boost. He can go back and forth on whether he’s trimmed or not, if he’s been gaming and binge watching he probably doesn’t think about that kind of thing.

If you tell him that he’s the only one who can pleasure you like this, that no one else even comes close to fucking you like he can, he will absolutely fucking lose it. It’s one of the few times he might even get a little bit of dom traits and be a little rougher in his thrusts. If you’re close to coming yourself though and say that, he might cum with you. Either you’re in for at least another hour, or you’re both gonna finish in like 10 minutes when you say that, there’s no in between.

The first time you two have sex, he was totally pussy-drunk (or whatever the male equivalent is) off of you when he first penetrates you.

Can be a little confused at first in the aftercare department, but he’ll eventually pick up on it, and whatever you prefer, need, etc… He’ll do for you. He’s a cuddler, let him be big or small spoon, doesn’t matter as long as he’s holding you.

Satan:

Satan’s a dom, but he definitely goes through being a soft dom, hard dom, brat tamer, service dom, power bottom, etc. He’s the one who’s in control, but he will give you a choice on how you want him to take said control.

If you want to see his hard dom side, tease him. Tease him in public, sext him, whisper dirtry things into his ear, anything. If you tease him, he will drag your ass back to his room and hard dom you for being so bratty and teasing him.

We all know that he’s into kitten play. Let’s be really honest with ourselves. He will call you his kitten, and if you’re okay with it, even put a cute little collar on you. If you wear kitten ears too and really get into the role, he’ll love it. Call him your master and he will have the most smug fucking look on his face.

He’s typically more prone to giving praise as that’s what comes more naturally to him, but he will degrade you if that’s what you prefer.

Yes, he is the avatar of wrath, but he treats you with the most utmost respect, care, and love. Yeah, he will fuck you roughly, especially if you’re really into it, he can make you feel disgusting if that’s what you want, but really, he would much prefer to make love to you and worship your body.

He adores just making you squirm and whine and beg because it feels too good, because you’re so overstimulated, and are just a shaking mess underneath him. That’s what really gets him going.

In fact, he actually loves giving oral more than receiving just because he wants to see you come undone and moaning his name. Hell, if he thinks that Lucifer can hear the two of you, he’ll make you scream his name.

Satan prefers any position where you’re looking at him, he wants to see your pretty little face contort with pleasure, and he thinks it’s much more intimate that way.

His thrusts are calculated, he has studied you and what you like and how your body reacts. He has researched you in the most detailed way possible just to know how he can make you cum in less than a minute. It’s almost scary how easy he can turn you on and get you orgasming before you can even process that you were even close to begin with.

With that being said, he also doesn’t mind experimenting with different things because he just wants to learn and know how you’ll react to it. Satan loves finding out new things, and when it comes to sex with you it is no different.

Satan can go for a very long time because he’s figured out how to use his stamina to the fullest. Honestly you can’t even tell he’s close sometimes because he’s really got resolve. It’s sweet, sometimes he’ll even ask if you want him to come yet or to keep going.

Now, if you beg him to cum, especially inside you, his resolve flies right out the damn door. He will curse under his breath and get a little rougher and sloppier. He’ll grunt and growl the closer he is to coming if you’re a begging mess for him to cum.

Also if you’re AFAB he doesn’t mind period sex. Especially if it helps you with your cramps. He can probably pick up when you’re on your period, and if you’re embarrassed about it, he’ll reassure you that it’s totally fine.

He’s eight inches, with a slight above average girth. He’s relatively trimmed, but he doesn’t keep up with it every time, unless that’s what you want.

Satan is good with aftercare too, maybe not as good as some others, but still good. He’ll already have had a towel at the ready for the both of you, and he’ll make sure you drink water. He’ll cuddle up with you and if he’s still awake, he’ll read to you until the two of you fall asleep.

Asmo:

WE ALL KNOW HE’S A SWITCH, COME ON. He’s literally the avatar of Lust, he has probably been in every role, every position, knows every kink or fetish there is, been with every body type. He is VERSATILE.

With that being said, he himself adores having sex in front of a mirror some kind. He loves watching both himself fucking you, and having you see your lewd expressions of pleasure.

Asmo probably knows instinctively what kind of things you’re into sexually, but still loves to hear you say it out loud to him. Especially if you get flustered trying to tell him about it, he lives for that kind of shit.

Has a minor corruption kink tbh, especially if you’re the innocent or shy type. He loves teasing you, and will even pretend as if he didn’t hear you the first time and that you need to speak louder about what you want, and how badly you want it.

Bro when he makes love to you? Fuck, it’s intimate, like, you might actually cry from how emotional you are and how intimate it is. He’s full of love, and he wants you to love him for who he is too. Don’t worry though, he’ll always take care of you and if you need a break he’s okay with that too.

He might be a tiny bit against marking him at first, because he does make a point to really take care of his skin, but honestly if he overstimulates you and you just need some kind of fucking outlet, he won’t mind being that outlet.

Scratch his shoulders and back, litter his skin with hickies. Asmo gets off to how you're just writhing under him and don’t know what to do with all the pleasure you’re feeling, so if he has to take care of his skin a little more than usual as a consequence to his own actions, he’ll do it.

If you want Asmo to ruin you, he will. He will make sure that literally no one in all the three realms can please you like he can. The kind that even if you’re with some other sexual partner in the future, he will still always be lingering in the back of your mind.

He also adores non-sexual acts of intimacy too! Take showers or baths with him! Have him do your makeup or vice versa, let him paint your nails, massage you, brush your hair or you brush his. Of course Asmo knows exactly how to make you scream his name, but he also wants to know your heart just as intimately.

He has a seven and a half inch dick, with an average girth, but god damn does he know what to do with it that really it shouldn’t matter what his dick looks like. Asmo also cares about his looks, so of course his cock looks just as pretty as him.

AFTERCARE KINGGG he’s honestly the best in the aftercare department out of all of his brothers. The only one who could really compete with him in terms with aftercare would be Barbatos. HE WILL PAMPER YOU. Honestly no matter how rough the sex was, any pain you may have can disappear with his aftercare if that’s how you want it. If you also want to purposely not walk for awhile, he’s totally fine with that too.

Beel:

SERVICE DOM, SERVICE DOM, SERVICE DOM. He will put in THE WORK. He will even let you use him however you want if it means you’re getting your pleasure too. In that case he can sometimes be a bit of a switch, but it’s just really that he loves pleasuring you.

Listen, he will literally go down on you for hours if you do not physically try and push him off at some point. Use your pact to stop him even. Besides food, he just wants to eat you out at any point. He’s a glutton, he’s never satisfied, even if you’ve cum twenty times and crying from overstimulation. You gotta snap him out of it and beg for him to give you some break. Really, you should bring snacks with you, because you can distract him momentarily enough to give yourself five minutes while he eats the snacks. 

With that being said, he also will leave hickies and bite marks if he gets a little too carried away with his sin. Of course he doesn’t want to hurt you, and if you don’t like hickies and love bites he will hold himself back from doing it.

He has a pretty low libido, but when you two do have sex, it’s like a whole fucking day’s session. Beel will have a hard time stopping, so even if you have sex maybe once a week or once every two weeks, that one session will literally be HOURS worth of activities of you two fucking. I’m not talking about 3 or 4 hours either, I mean legit like nearly 8 fucking hours, if it wasn’t for the fact that you both need actual fucking food and water.

I would incorporate food play with caution. It is very hot, and yes, he will lick everything off of your body, but like I mentioned earlier he can leave bite marks if he gets carried away. 

SIT. ON. HIS. FACE. DO NOT HOVER. SIT. SUFFOCATE HIM WITH YOUR FUCKING THIGHS. HE DOESN’T CARE. LISTEN BABY, HE’S STRONG ENOUGH TO CARRY YOUR FULL WEIGHT, DO NOT WORRY ABOUT IT. JUST SIT ON HIS FACE.

Listen if you have a small Somnophilia discussion with him and give him permission to basically use you as a midnight snack, he will take you up on that offer. A very tired Beel between your legs while you’re sleeping? Yeah, he might even fall asleep with his head between your legs after he’s satiated too.

If you’re AFAB, Beel also doesn’t mind period sex, but some of it is because he does kinda wanna know what you taste like on your period. Of course once he figures out that it makes you feel better too, he’ll love period sex even more, because he loves being able to help you out that way.

Out of all the brothers he’s the least possessive, and wouldn’t mind having some kind of threesome with you if that’s what you wanted. At the end of the day he trusts you and knows you’re coming back to him, so he’s not very worried about other people. And even if he did have to worry, he’s so intimidating that most people don’t want to compete with him anyway.

With that being said, if you’re at one of his Fangol games, he once again, might eat you out in some storage closet if he’s feeling hungry. Again, because he’s so heated, sweaty, and intimidating looking, no one will bother you two during that intermission. So despite it being semi-public sex, in the sense that you can get caught, if anyone hears your moans coming from the room, you’re safe.

He’s a big boy, he really is. He’s ten and a half inches, and above average girth too. He doesn’t really think about trimming unless you ask him to or if he thinks you’re bothered by it. Besides that, it’s not a big issue for him, so he won’t go out of his way to do it. Not to say that he isn’t clean, he’s very clean, he just doesn’t really trim.

Pretty decent in the aftercare department, he’ll easily carry you to help you clean up. He’ll feed you snacks and give you water, he’ll massage your thighs, and he’s a fantastic cuddler. With that being said, pleaseeee reassure him that you’re okay. He will absolutely worry that he might have gone too far, or hurt you, and will not forgive himself for it. Praise him and tell him that you enjoyed it, that you’re okay, and that you love him. That’s all he needs to hear from you to know that things are going to be okay.

Also I am in a brain rot that he loves the mating press position and if you let him cum inside you he will slowly develop a small breeding kink. He can’t cum just once in the session either, he goes for multiple too.

He’s not a very vocal one, but he will grunt, growl, and groan at short phrases such as “you’re taking me so well,” “So pretty,” “Taste so good,” “I love you,” “delicious,” and maybe even the rare occasional curse. Just know he does feel very good, and what he doesn’t say about his own pleasure, you can see very clearly on his face.

Belphie:

(For Belphie’s part all except for one point at the very end was written by the very lovely @iambutadepress I love you! Thank you for dragging me down the rabbit hole, and also helping me with this! Anything I added I put in parentheses!)

Belphie can be lazy, but when it comes to you? He’ll pull out the works.

He can range from Hard Dom to Power Bottom but either way, he always lets you know who has control.

As much as he loves his twin brother, he will not share you at all unless it’s platonic; He’s easily jealous. (He will allow cuddle session sandwiches with you between the two of them.)

With this jealousy he has a major marking kink, mainly scratches and bite marks the damn sadist. 

Belphie’s dick is of average size and girth but he makes up for this in how rough his thrusts are. (Personally, I like to think that the average for a demon is like 7 inches or something. The human average is about 5 inches. So I think it wouldn’t be extreme to say that demon’s average is 7, with the “bigger” ones being close to 10 to 12 inches.)

ORGASM DENIAL!!! Mans wants to see you beg and plead underneath him and if you’re riding him he will make you a drooling mess forced to sit straight up on his cock. (I also think he’s got a lot of stamnia despite being a very sleepy boi. He can easily keep denying your orgasm for awhile without even breaking a sweat.)

He uses his tail as a whip or as restraints. (Especially if you’re being rather bratty.)

Shameless flirt to the max, be it whispers, sly comments, or explicit remarks, he will make sure you are flustered and begging for more. (I think if you flirt with him back too, it’ll only spur him on to just flirt with you even more and get more and more explicit and teasing as it continues.)

He thinks it’s cute when your a blushing mess.

Degradation kink to the max, but will throw in some praise when he feels you deserved it.

Belphie can like choking but the minute you seem to struggle too much he will immediately stop… we all remember THAT chapter. (RIP)

Favorite position can be cowgirl or reverse cowgirl because it requires the least amount of work on his end but he can still control the pace and how much you go.

ASS AND THIGHS MAN. (I bet he thinks that your thighs are one of the best pillows he can ever have, let him sleep in your lap, play with his hair, he still won’t go easy on you next round, but he’ll thank you.)

Aftercare needs some work. He will usually fall asleep after you’ve both orgasmed but with enough prodding he will help you clean up… but THE CUDDLES ARE IMMACULATE.

Call him sir… just do it

Man’s has a mean streak and his spite against Lucifer is strong: shameless explicit flirting in front of him as well as major PDA.

Keeps the volume low *for him* with some grunts and growls but makes sure you’re screaming so all of devildom knows who you belong to.

PRIMAL KINK!!! WILL CHASE YOU IF YOU RUN.

He more than likely has a Dacryphilia kink.

(I wanted to also add in Somnophilia! If you want to fuck him while he’s sleeping, he’s totally okay with that. He also wants to be able to do the same thing to you though, he won’t at all feel bad for waking you up by fucking you a bit too roughly.)

Diavolo:

Diavolo is a switch through and through, you can’t convince me otherwise. He knows he looks intimidating, and his status as the future king does make him intimidating. Yes, he can be intimidating when he wants to be, but he especially doesn’t want you of all people to feel like you have to walk around eggshells around him. He’ll be a sub for you to make you comfortable.

He will be on his knees for you if that’s what you ask him to do. Even with as big of a demon he is, even seeing him on his knees in front of you is really fucking hot.

He also is kinda into BDSM. He’s not as intense as Lucifer, but he’ll be interested in “funishments” and being tied up or tying you up. He can brat tame with the best of em.

He much prefers being in his demon form when he’s having sex, but if it’s a little too much for you, he’ll be in his human form too. Now, if you pull on his horns or rub them, he will growl or whine, depending on what position he’s in.

Speaking of being a demon, he too, also has both a corruption kink and a worshipping kink. He will want to ruin you and corrupt his pretty exchange student, but also, he will make you worship him as your Lord, or will even worship you as his own royalty. 

ANOTHER DEMON WHERE YOU CAN SIT ON HIS FACE. HE WILL EAT YOU OUT LIKE A MAN STARVED TOO. 

Diavolo can rail you into next week and make sure you can’t walk for a hot minute or make love to you all damn night, anyway you want it, he will always deliver.

I also think he has nipple piercings tbh and they’re probably super sensitive. Suck on his tiddies, he’ll love it. He’s got fucking pillow pecs, you can sleep on em with no issues.

Another person who’s probably thought of getting a dick piercing of some kind too. Whether he has one or not is up to you, but I definitely think he’s at least thought about it.

He loves holding your hands when you two have sex. If he’s railing you, he can pin both of your hands above your head with just one hand, or he can gently intertwine his fingers with yours and press a kiss to the knuckles mid thrust. Diavolo just loves how your hands look in his, especially since he’s got such big hands.

He also loves the mating press position or even doggy style. He loves hitting the very deepest parts of you, and he wants to get as deep as fucking possible every thrust.

Another one with a size kink, if you say he’s too big to fit, he’s going to tell you in the sweetest way possible that he’s going to make himself fit. Then praise you and thank you for taking every thick inch he has.

THIGH RIDING. If you want to ride his thick ass thighs instead he will totally let you. Maybe he’s too busy doing paperwork but sees how needy you are, he’ll tell you that you can use his thigh until he’s done with the paperwork.

Another one who’s also into cockwarming too. The way you’re so desperate for him to move but he’s got you pinned against his hips using his strong hands makes him so turned on. He could keep you there for hours if you’re being bratty.

He does have a breeding kink, he wants to fuck his seed into you, and he wants to make sure you don’t waste a single drop of it. Diavolo will keep filling you up to the brim with his cum if that’s what it takes. When he cums too, he cums a LOT. Like the sheer amount of it is impressive too. 

Another one that is you’re AFAB doesn’t mind period sex or even pregnancy sex. Honestly pregnancy sex really stirs something deep within him too. He’ll gently shush you and tell you that he’s going to give you exactly what you want.

Diavolo has a lot of self-control!! We all know about the pudding story!! If you somehow had a demon level aphrodisiac he would take care of you no problem to get rid of it’s effects, but he wouldn’t do it through penetrative sex. He wants to make sure you’re of completely sound mind to consent to him doing such a thing.

The one thing he definitely doesn’t have control over is how LOUD he is in bed. He’s so freaking loud!! He’s moaning, whining, growling, groaning, dirty talking, cursing, he is so loud!! Gag him if you want him to shut up. 

He’s got STAMNIA. Another one that could go for hours and hours, if he had the time. Most of the time though, he doesn’t. But damn if he could, he would.

I personally don’t think he can make pacts with people, but if he could, he would totally make a pact with you. He trusts you that much. He also just likes the idea that if for whatever reason you need him to stop, you could use your pact to stop him. Since he can’t make pacts though, he’s very attentive and observant to make sure he doesn’t get carried away with his own pleasure, that it’s somehow at your own expense.

If you mark him, he will wear them proudly. No one will question him about it, they’ll notice them and plainly ignore them as if he isn’t covered with dark hickies and scratch marks.

I kinda think Diavolo is secretly possessive..! Like he would definitely partake in a threesome with you, and either Lucifer or Barbatos, but he needs to be the one in control to know that he's the one you're truly with. Sure, they’re pleasuring you, but you’re going to be screaming Diavolo’s name the loudest, and he’ll make sure of that. (Also he’s the only one who can cum inside you.)

Diavolo’s the biggest of the big boys. He’s eleven and a half inches, and above average girth too. He’s trimmed, and his pubic hair is actually just a little darker than the hair on his head. 

He can be goofy or serious in bed! If you want to have a fun time and laugh with him, he can do that! But he can also take sex intimately serious too.

He’s fantastic with aftercare! He’ll always make sure your health and safety are his number one priority just like he always has even before your relationship. Anything you want, he will give to you. Don’t be afraid to ask! Even if you just want something comforting from the human realm, he’ll get it for you.

He’s so proud of you, he adores you. If anyone tried to give him shit about taking a human as his consort, they will see Diavolo’s bad side. Regardless of what happens, he will almost make sure you know how loved you are.

Barbatos: 

Barbatos is a dom!! (But he can be a switch, it’s just not his preference) He’s so used to serving people all the time that when it comes to sex, he needs to get out his energy!! He’s going to make sure you get your pleasure, but he’s definitely going to be getting his.

Another one that uses his tail during sex, either to tease you, restrain you, fuck you…

He’s also into BDSM maybe even a bit more than Lucifer but only if you allow him too. If you’re not into it, then he won’t do it. Your consent and comfort is important to him.

If you are into BDSM though, wow… He’s got so much shit. Toys, gags, restraints, whips/floggers, blindfolds...

Of course, once again, if that’s not what you want, he’ll be very understanding of that. If all you want is gentle vanilla sex even, he’ll be willing to do just that. He wants to know that you’re comfortable with him.

He’s a tease!! He’s also really big fan of orgasm denial!! 

Also has a corruption kink. Listen, they’re demons and they canonically manipulate humans and corrupt them. Of course they’d be fucking turned on by corrupting you, their precious little human. 

Definitely loves sensory deprivation, he loves playing with your senses and overstimulate you by doing that in the process. 

He loves receiving oral more than he does giving, I mean, he does love giving, don’t get me wrong, but he much prefers to see you sucking him off tbh. He hardly ever gets to really take some time for himself like this, so seeing your mouth wrapped around his cock is a great sight for him.

The only time he’s really going to be kind of a sub is if you want to body worship him. He’ll let you spoil him to your hearts content. If you want to deny your own orgasm but make him cum multiple times, praising him, and just in general showing him how much you truly do love and appreciate him, he’ll thank you relentlessly in between moans.

Not gonna lie if he sees you dress up in a sexy maid outfit he’s gonna mc-fucking-lose-it. He won’t think that you’re teasing him at all, in fact, if you call him master, you’re not gonna be able to walk afterwards. Calling him master is a fucking TURN ON. But especially if you’re dressed up like that? It’s over for you.

Also into spanking, he’ll start gentle at first, but if you’re really into spanking and he just sees how much of a mess you are bent over his lap, he’s going to get rougher with each moan. Don’t forget to count though! If you don’t, he’ll just “forget” where you two were and start over!

Once again, if you’re AFAB he also doesn’t mind period sex. There’s a few on here that I am just sure of that of. He doesn’t mind the mess, he’s going to reassure you that it’s fine repeatedly, he just wants you to feel good. 

Barbatos is about eight and a half inches, with a pretty girthy cock. He’s definitely well kept too.

I definitely think he’s started masturbating more often since you’ve come around. It was more than likely a guilty pleasure of his. Once you two start dating though, he’ll just prefer to wait until you come by and let out all his sexual tension that way. He’ll tell you all the freak-nasty shit he’s thought about with you too.

Honestly if you’re into mutual masturbation too, he’ll love it even more. Guiding each other towards your pleasure. Be ready for a round two though with the actual thing though.

As I mentioned in Asmo’s part, Barbatos will literally be the next closest Aftercare King!! He will PAMPER you. Especially if you had a BDSM sesh, he will make sure you aren’t hurting too much after, and be sure he knows all of the ways to take care of you and make you feel better.

He doesn’t have a food play kink, but one time both of you were baking a cake, and you got some icing on yourself and he did have to readjust his pants before grabbing a towel and cleaning you up. Barbatos couldn’t help but imagine that was his cum on you that you were licking off of yourself.

Which, speaking of, Barbatos can be very messy sometimes when it comes to sex, typically he’s a very neat and clean person, but goddamn if there isn’t times that he just wants to cum all over you.

Might be interested in having a remote controlled vibrator that he has control of. When he’s working, he’s working, and takes his job very seriously. But if you had the vibrator in you possibly during a time you and Diavolo are having tea, he’s going to remotely control it and tease the shit out of you. Not enough for Diavolo to notice, but definitely enough that you notice and are paranoid about Diavolo noticing.

He’ll serve you tea and cakes as your legs are shaking and he’ll simply give you an innocent smile as if he doesn’t have the damn remote in his pocket, before he asks if you two need anything else… and of course you want to tell him you want him to fuck you, but you can’t do that right now. He’s working, and Diavolo is across from you. It makes you that much more needy.

Solomon:

Dom leaning switch! He loves to experiment and try new things, but he definitely leans much more to being dominant or being a power bottom.

Also if you try and dom him you better be a brat tamer because he’s going to be the biggest fucking brat in all of the three realms.

If you manage to brat time him though, give yourself a damn pat on the back, first of all, but two, putting in all the fucking work would be worth it to see him a whining begging mess. It’s so rare to see sometimes, but it’s the best damn sight.

I have absolute brain rot from the blood pact headcanon (that I will link separately just in case the writer doesn’t want to be associated with NSFW things) so if you have a blood pact with him, be ready for both of you to be super overstimulated when you two have sex.

The emotions and physical feeling between the both of you with a blood pact is heightened ten-fold when you two are having sex. He has almost lost his resolve a few times because every time you orgasm it feels as if he’s orgasmed too, even if he hasn’t. 

Like I mentioned he loves to experiment!! Like Satan, he’s studied you and knows everything to get you to orgasm in less than a minute, and wants to know your reactions to certain things you two try!

Some of his favorite kinks though is wax play, sensory deprivation, semi-public sex (like places that are “private” but you can easily get caught in.), orgasm-denial and overstimulation, hair tugging (not pulling), and dumbification.

He can both degrade you and praise you, he switches through both very naturally, and like I mentioned above loves dumbification, so if you get cock-dumb he will tease you relentlessly about it.

Honestly though he’ll just tease you regardless. That’s another thing that turns him on. He will sext you and send you nudes in the middle of class, move his hands up your thigh, whisper dirty things into your ear. He may even pull you into some abandoned classroom to fuck you, but not let you orgasm, and leave you there begging for more. He’s a TEASE and he shows NO MERCY.

He wants you to fucking BEG him to fuck you so desperately, he wants to see you so fucking needy for him that you look like you’re on the verge of tears. Then he wants to fucking ruin you when he finally gives you what you want. If you don’t thank him for fucking you after, he’s just going to tease you more and then deny yet another orgasm from you.

Sex magic is a thing, and now that he has you, he’s going to want you two to use it. I’d like to think that since his feelings for you, he hasn’t used it or been to somewhere where he could, because all he could think about was you, but not that you two are dating? Hell… People think you two are like rabbits sometimes, even if you aren’t fucking like them.

He’s a lingerie man! Wear lingerie!! He will take pictures of you in his bed, before he pulls the beautiful garment off of you, then take pictures of you fucked out and dripping with his cum. He’ll save it for a rainy day.

Which, is another thing, he will take and save all of your pictures, whether they’re dirty or not. Of course, he’s respectful though, if you two break up, or you’re just not comfortable with him having your nudes even though you two are dating, he’ll sit down with you and let you watch him delete them. But if you are okay with him keeping them… yeah, Solomon has a personal folder FILLED with you in it.

Solomon loves to see you bouncing on his cock!! He’ll tease you relentlessly, hold you hips to his just before you orgasm, just so he can deny said orgasm, he’ll watch as you’re a moaning drooling mess from working yourself on his cock for so long. Especially if he’s being a bit of a bratty damn, he’ll make you work for your own orgasm if you want it so badly.

If he’s up way too late in the night studying or working on some spell or portion, suck him off or fuck him. Any energy he has left, even if you’re doing all the damn work, will immediately dissipate and he will be TIRED. Too tired to keep studying or doing whatever he was working on. Put his ass to bed using your body.

Listen, regardless if you’re AFAB or AMAB Solomon loves fingering you. It’s his favorite goddamn past time. He will literally be reading a book or working on a spell with one hand, and fucking you with the other. He will ignore your moans and pleas for more, it’s almost as if this somehow keeps him grounded. If you allow him, he’s even participate a little bit in somnophilia just to finger you while you’re sleeping, and while he’s trying to fall asleep. Again, it somehow just grounds him in the weirdest way possible, but honestly, you can’t complain… He’s fantastic with his fingers.

Solomon is above average in human size, at almost seven inches himself. He’s got an average girth though. He’s another one that’s hit or miss on trimming, because he’s not bothered by it, but if you are, he’ll trim it more often than usual.

Listen, one of his dirty fantasies is to get you two fucked up on demon aphrodisiacs and just fucking go at it. Solomon wants to know what it’s like, but he definitely doesn’t want to do it alone.

Solomon loves kissing you, and he especially loves PDA. He loves PDA even more if he knows it’s also going to piss someone off. He will have his tongue in your mouth in the middle of a hallways of RAD with no goddamn shame.

Speaking of no shame, he’s a shameless flirt!! There’s a fucking reason he’s got a pact with Asmo and gets along with him so well!! He’s a goddamn flirt, and tease, like I said, and anything to make you flustered and needy is his actual true purpose in life it seems!! 

Listen he can be an absolute freak if you allow him to be, but if you’re not into it as much, he understands.

Simeon:

Simeon is very much a sub leaning switch. I mean this as like he’s 90% a sub, and 10% has a corruption kink. If you’re innocent and shy, and wants to corrupt you. If you’re a virgin too, that 10% really comes out even more.

He does have a corruption kink, like I mentioned, and it goes both ways. If you’re innocent, and sweet and shy, and like I said, a virgin, he wants to ruin you. But if you’re not? He wants you to ruin him. Please corrupt him, please stay be his side and make it worth the possible fall from grace. He adores you, and will do whatever you want.

At most if you want him to dom it’s going to be a very soft service dom. He doesn’t have the mentality to want to hurt you, even if it does give you pleasure too.

With that being said, if he accidentally overstimulates you or denies your orgasm, he’s not going to understand what he did at first. If it somehow becomes a pattern, he’ll slowly pick up on it. If it doesn’t, and you mention to him that he overstimulated you or denied your orgasm for a moment, he’s going to apologize and tell you that he had no idea. If you tell him that you liked it, he’s going to get FLUSTERED. But then maybe he’ll have the courage to tease you about it…

If you gently scratch his back where his wings would usually be, he’ll straight up whine. That area is SENSITIVE, and he might need to take a minute to recollect himself.

Now… You can use this to your advantage though if you dom him. Gently tie him up, gently run your nails up and down his back, give him little hickies and love bites, he’ll actually cum untouched from those sensations alone.

When you first start dating and start getting more into the more sexual aspect of your relationship, forgive him for easily getting hard at like… every little sexual thing that happens. He’s not quite used to these new lustful urges.

Simeon’s a “virgin” and I will explain… He hasn’t had penetrative sex. Now, he has had blow jobs and hand jobs. He’s been around for a long time and has had moments of sin that he’s had to repent for. He might have even used someone’s thighs, breasts, labia majora, ass cheeks, to grind/fuck into kind of like a fleshlight.

When he sinks into your hole for the first time, he almost cums on the spot. Give him a minute, no matter how needy you are, because he might just cum within the first few thrusts otherwise if you don’t give him a second to really calm himself down.

His stamina gets better over time! The more you two have sex, the longer he can keep going. It’s a lot for him at first, but once he gets used to it, he’ll build up his stamina like everyone else.

Simeon also loves mutual masturbation as well, he likes finding out what you like, how you fuck yourself, what you think about, everything. It’s just another way that he can take note for himself.

Simeon is always insistent on you cumming first, he won’t even think about penetrating you if you haven’t cum first. He’s a giver, and will totally go down on you as long as you want him to.

Please reassure him that things are okay! That he’s a good boy! Praise him! He will feel guilty at first, he has to get out of the mindset that sin is something to feel guilty about. When you tell him how much you love him though, he’ll know that it’s worth it for you.

He’s nine inches, and above average girth. He probably doesn’t even realize how big he is, he probably doesn’t even think about it. So when you go to have sex for the first time and tell him how big he is, he might actually swell up with a little bit of pride.

Have him read an erotic story while you ride him and watch him fucking lose it. He won’t be able to speak correctly, but if you stop your movements and deny his orgasm over and over, he’ll thank you later when he finally does get to cum after he’s finished the erotica part of the story.

It might even give him some inspiration to write something of his own…

MAKE LOVE TO HIM. MAKE LOVE TO HIM. MAKE LOVE TO HIM. YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT. He’s intimate. Like almost Asmo levels of intimate that he can almost bring you to tears from feeling so loved and blessed.

You can degrade him if you’re “corrupting” him. He’ll love it, but he prefers praise if it’s anything else besides that. It’s the same thing for you, he can degrade you if he’s corrupting you, but other than that it’s all praise.

He’ll need a little guiding at first, but once he learns, he’s completely yours. I mean that in the sense that he is perfectly molded and crafted to your needs and your needs only. He already gave you his heart and mind, his body is something else.

He’s actually got a pretty good idea on aftercare!! Simeon of course will adapt to your own needs, but he’s not clueless!!

That goes for a lot of things, yes he might need to adapt and need to be guided for your own needs, but he’s not clueless! Don’t assume because he’s an angel that’s he’s a saint.

[cloudcountry]

like real people do: satan

they've seen the world shift and change throughout their long, long lives, but if they could they would have given it all up just to be with you.

~~~~~

I knew that look, dear Eyes always seeking Was there in someone That dug long ago So I will not ask you Why you were creeping In some sad way I already know.

~~~~~

Satan knows all the books in the House of Lamentation like the back of his hand. He has read everything about every topic he can find, from constellations to human world history to records of the Celestial Realm (to fill in the gaps of what he only ever saw through Lucifer.) He consumes so much that one would think that he’s the Avatar of Gluttony, his thirst for knowledge proving to be the only thing that sets him apart from his brothers. He’s hardly unique otherwise, always the middle sibling, always the average brother, always mediocre. Although, nobody can say he’s any of those things when he receives a good test score, or when he slaughters his opponents in a debate (no, not literally), or when he answers any question his brothers throw at him about any nonsensical topic.

There is one person that seems to understand him better than most, even though he thinks he’s easy to understand. They get him, and they make him feel special, like he’s worth more than the demon he spawned from. Like he’s worth more than anger.

It’s funny, the fact that he gave his heart so willingly to a human. It isn’t like Satan to be interested in people at all. He isn’t like Mammon or Asmoedus who tend to jump from person to person (though, Mammon has gotten better at that since meeting them, Satan thinks with a stab of jealousy.) The human exchange student may as well be a sorcerer just like Solomon, because they have certainly casted a spell on him.

Damn, that was cheesy. He needs to be careful, he has a reputation to uphold. It doesn’t matter that his cheeks may be turning red or that his heart has accelerated or that his hands have started to shake and that he can tell he’s flustered because the words are blurred now but it's not like he can focus anyway because they are in his mind’s eye and lately that’s the only thing he’s been able to think about. It’s not very productive.

And so Satan slips a bookmark between the pages in which he stopped reading. It's a wooden bookmark carved in the shape of a kitty cat, wearing glasses with a book in its little paws. Satan turned a bright fiery red when they said it reminded them of him. Damn it, damn it. They were too sweet, he needed to get them out of his head so he could calm down-

The door to the library swings open, and his head jerks up at the intrusion. Anger flares in his chest as his brow is furrowed unpleasantly, but the expression fades immediately once he sees that it's them. They look tired, he muses with a soft smile, and they’re stumbling over to him like they hadn’t slept at all last night. RAD probably tired them out again, with Mammon skipping class and Beel eating the whole cafeteria and Belphie taking up their time to nap with them and who even knows what Solomon was up to around them. Satan feels pity when he realizes that they stayed after today, but the pity turns to anger when he realizes they stayed back with Lucifer.

Why was it always Lucifer?

Satan takes a deep breath as they let out an equally deep sigh. It doesn’t matter if they were with Lucifer before, because they came to him when the day was done. They told him that once, and he had not forgotten it. It was more than a win against Lucifer, it was a chance at winning their heart.

Average, boring, uninteresting him. He doesn’t feel special, but they tell him he is. They’re a smart human. He has no reason to not believe them.

The second they reach him, they plop down unceremoniously on the ground next to him. Satan jerks a bit, surprised that they didn’t pull up a chair to sit next to him, but before he can ask what they’re doing they slump against his leg and wrap their arms around his calf. He blushes, staring down at them with wide eyes and parted lips. They say nothing, and Satan is thankful for the silence (because he doesn’t think he can speak right now even if he tried.)

He leans to the side a bit, and takes a peek at their face. Their eyes are closed, and if Satan didn’t know them better he’d think they were sleeping. They look so vulnerable and adorable next to him, and he clenches his fists to keep from smiling too hard. He loves them, he loves them so much that he can’t even take it. They’re so sweet to him, so good to him. He loves being theirs. He loves them being his. He loves what the two of them have built over their time at the Devildom, and the fact that they came to him at the end of the day. They’re living in a house with him and his six other brothers, and yet they willingly came to him.

Satan feels special.

“Hey Satan.” they mumble, finally opening those beautiful eyes and staring up at him with a tired smile, “Mm...sorry for barging in on you like that. Just wanted to see you.”

“You don’t have to apologize for that.” Satan grumbles, placing a gentle hand on their head, “You seem tired, are you alright?”

“Fine, I’m fine. Lord Diavolo wanted my help with someone so I stayed back with him and Lucifer.” they sigh, leaning into his touch like the contact alone has taken the world off their shoulders, “I wish I could have gotten back sooner...”

“You’re here now. That’s what matters.” he replies, smoothing their hair back with a touch that no one would expect the Avatar of Wrath to possess.

No one except for them.

They hum, still leaning into his touch like he doesn’t have the power to break them, the strength to shatter them and all those precious little porcelain kitty cat figurines they give him whenever they see some at an overpriced human gift shop. The fact that they would offer him something so breakable is a sign of their trust, and when they brought him a larger one that they had hand painted themselves (with a green collar and his pact mark painted on its belly) he almost cried. Of course it had a bit of imperfections, but that only made it all the more precious because it was just so them.

“Mhm, you’re right. You always are.” they smile, looking up at him with a gaze so affectionate it captures his breath immediately, “You’re so amazing, Satan. So smart.”

He’s been digging through this library for as long as he could remember. If he didn’t have this knowledge, who would he be?

Satan would just be the one born from Lucifer. He wouldn’t be his own demon if it wasn’t for his knowledge, the only way he thought he could get people to respect him.

Thought.

Because you proved him wrong.

Satan supposes he still has more to learn.

“If that’s how you feel...” he whispers, running his hand down the back of their head, “Then stay here a while. Please.”

“As if I would go anywhere else.” they say, pushing themselves up off the ground and standing in front of him, the candlelight of the library forming a mock halo around their head.

While Satan thinks they always look beautiful, he thinks they look especially stunning when they’re looking down at him like this.

“Good.” he smiles, hooking his fingers under their tie and yanking them closer, so close that they almost fall right into his lap, “Now kiss me.”

They laugh, a beautiful sound that reminds him of ringing bells, and they indulge him.

Satan’s not accustomed to others being gentle with him. He’s the Avatar of Wrath, a force to be reckoned with. His demon form is covered with onyx armored plates, and his tail is barbed and harmful. They know this. They know all of that, and yet they still cup his face like he’s precious. Like they should be gentle with him.

They kiss him like a feather brushing against his lips, their soft sigh of comfort making waves of heat crash over him. His mind is jumbled with the feeling of them and their steady hands, their free hand pressing down on his thigh. His arms wrap around them and this time he actually pulls them into him, lurching forward to kiss them better. They giggle, lips turning upwards in a cute smile that Satan feels with every bit of him.

He’s completely theirs. He’s entirely theirs for as long as they will have him, and he’s certain that will never change. Right now, at this moment, forever has no date. They might as well just kiss him for the rest of eternity so he can fall into their eyes and taste their lips and be filled with thoughts of them for all the time this universe has left.

Them, the cause of his yearning, has halted his craving just for now.

They press into him one final time before they break away, giggling quietly. They may be done kissing him, but Satan can’t deny the bit of disappointment he feels when they move to get off his lap. He doesn’t stop them.

They slide off of him as easily as they came, humming a little tune as they saunter over to the other side of the library. Satan’s eyes follow them, his hands sitting bunched up in his lap. If it were anyone else, he would have written them off a long time ago and returned back to his book. Knowledge is power. He lives by that small phrase.

How have they turned his life upside down? They have replaced his desire for knowledge with a different desire just by giving him a bit of their touch. He could chalk it up to his own weakness, being a demon that falls for any temptations that comes his way, but he knows that’s wrong. It’s them. It’s them and their voice and smiles and kisses, things he can have any time he wants them but are still unbelievably rare and precious.

They come back to him a few moments later, and it’s only then that he notices the creases in his pants from where he gripped them too hard. He wants them to touch him again. It isn’t fair.

“Read to me?” they ask, sliding into his lap again with the grace of a dancer as they hand him an old book. He almost snorts when he notices it’s a book of old Devildom bedtime stories, tales of evil demons that snatch up young ones when they don’t go to bed on time, masterpieces about fairy rings and all the delicacies they can create, and short stories about Hellfire Newts going on adventures with its friends. (Satan remembers that one being his favorites when he was still a baby, though he always insisted that Lucifer replace the newts with cats.)

“Of course.” he looks at them, eyes subconsciously flicking to their lips again, “...Can I kiss you again?”

Instead of answering verbally, they swoop in and kiss him a second time. He feels his shoulders sag with something that feels like relief. This kiss feels different, it doesn’t feel warm and searing like the last one but that isn’t a bad thing. They take their time with him, their lips dragging slower, and he feels a deep longing bubble up in his chest even though he’s getting what he wants.

It’s never enough.

They’re just like the books in this library, the room he spends most of his time in every day. They know why, too. He confessed why to them ages ago, when they were still just a random human and him, a demon that could destroy them. And yet they loved him, they fell for him wholly and completely, and Satan couldn’t be more thankful.

And so he pulls away with the book they selected in his hand, resting a hand on their waist.

“Relax, MC. I’ll read for you.” he murmurs, squeezing the soft flesh he finds there, vowing to cherish them for as long as he has them.

After all, no one understands him better.

[koolades-world]

today I have obey me brainrot after seeing all of the nightbringer hype

Just predownloaded it! I got to beta test ruri tunes so I’m super excited about that too I love rhythm games so what’s not to love about two of my favorite things together

Ok but, Satan

Satan who keeps all of you favorite books on their own shelf

Satan who cleans and organizes his room so the chance of you getting crushed by his books minimizes (💀)

Satan who reads you to sleep!

Satan who does your chores when you’re tired

Satan who invites you along to visiting his street cats

Satan who takes you on spontaneous trips to the human world partially to piss off Lucifer but mostly to see you happy

Satan who’s totally ok with sitting together in silence when you feel like it

he’s like the little bouncing screensaver in my head and he’s living rent free

[lovelyunholyc]

happy birthday, satan <3

!! nsfw !! minors, blank, ageless blogs will be blocked !!

afab! reader, use of pet names (darling, my love, good girl). soft, loving sex, fingering, praise, no dynamics (just luv :’)), unprotected sex. (if i missed anything pls let me know)

you whisper it out into the darkness of your room, staring unseeingly at the ceiling above you, wide awake despite your best efforts, hoping for your lover's support.

"satan, are you still awake?"

silence for a moment. you almost feel guilty, wanting him to join you in your misery of being exhausted but somehow unable to rest properly. you'd both worked equally hard, after all, sorting through the piles of books in one corner of his room that had started to prevent the door from opening all the way - you were the one who'd insisted on organizing them and giving away extraneous titles, an arduous task you know he'd only agreed on (though still, rather begrudgingly), because it was you who'd suggested it.

no matter how clever, or tough, or unbothered he tried to appear, satan is always ever soft for you, the only being in existence who could bring him to his knees in no more than a breath.

just before your heart can sink in your chest and you can retreat further into your sheets, reluctant to disturb him any longer, he shifts the slightest bit, signaling his wakefulness (in a capacity as yet unknown to you). his thumb begins to soothe into the skin on your hip, where his hand rests, his body still curled sweetly over yours.

you really should let him rest, but you can't help yourself now that you know he's somewhat still lucid, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "darling?"

"my love," he all but hums, barely parting his lips to get the words out. the gruff sound of it makes warmth stir deep in your chest. "why aren't you sleeping?"

he has the audacity to sound slightly irked - but it's too late, your energy's only growing, and any trace of guilt for possibly waking him has disappeared. you turn to face him, displacing your comfortable positions and making him groan deeper (though that sound is not unappreciated). "it's your fault for letting me nap for too long!"

satan doesn't tell you that he couldn't dream of waking you when you'd fallen asleep on the floor in his room, surrounded by stacks upon stacks of books and one even still in your hand, because he'd taken one glance at the scene before him and nearly shed a tear at the emotion that welled up within him, at seeing the things he loved the most in such a serene, contented way. instead, he finally peels his eyes open just so you can watch them roll at you. the green practically glitters even in the darkness, making you grin - you're always taken aback by the beauty of his eyes, breathtaking as they are - the only thing you love more than gazing into them is riling him up, poking and prodding at his patience to get a rise out of him.

as a result, he truly surprises you in only the best ways.

"will you help me fall asleep again?" you ask innocently enough, expecting him to suggest continuing where he'd left off in reading aloud the novel he's in the middle of once more.

instead, satan smirks, you can just make out the lovely curve of it in the low light of the moon streaming in through a crack in your curtain. his eyes glint mischievously in the dark as he surges toward you, touching his lips to your shoulder and trailing them up the line of it, up to your neck, beneath your jaw. it makes you shiver, makes your heart start to race, fingers automatically coming up to grasp at his soft blonde hair.

he finally reaches your lips to find them smiling, and he pecks sweetly at them and nips gently, a silent request for you to part for him. he hums, satisfied, when you comply instantly, licking at your lips before slipping his tongue between them, his movements languid, savoring your taste. his tongue twists around yours before he lets you part for breath, nibbling at your bottom lip once more.

he takes a moment to admire his handiwork, how quickly he'd turned you into putty in his hands, panting after him with stars in your eyes.

he is irrevocably weak for you, that is undeniable, but that didn't mean you were unaffected by him in turn.

"turn around for me, darling," satan says softly, and your breath hitches, the low cadence of his voice going straight to your core.

he props himself up on his elbow as he guides you to flip onto your other side, your back flush with his chest. you can feel his heartbeat against your back, steady and comforting through the fabric of his shirt you wear, stolen to use as pajamas. his arm snakes around your waist, slides up the hem of it, long, lovely fingers tracing delicate shapes into the skin of your stomach. he tucks his chin into the juncture of your neck and shoulder, presses kisses into your jaw before whispering, his breath tickling your ear and making you shudder, "i think this is the most effective way to wind you down, isn’t it?"

those fingers slide down your stomach, slip beneath the band of your underwear smoothly. "satan," you nearly whimper as he rubs at your clit and parts your folds, already wet just from his kiss alone.

"spread your legs a bit more, my love," he instructs gently, sending shivers down your spine. you twist to place your outer knee on the bed, allowing him better access between your legs, to which he takes advantage of instantly - his middle finger slides easily through your slit before venturing further, circling your hole. "good girl."

you call his name again and he chuckles lowly, slips his digit past the ring of muscle, down to the knuckle. your hands clutch desperately, one beneath your pillow and the other behind you to tangle into his hair, when he slides in another finger and scissors them before he starts pumping, the heel of his palm rubbing purposely into your clit. "such a good girl for me, so beautiful."

"ah, fuck, satan," you're whining, squirming in his iron grip, one of his legs tangling with yours to further pin you in place as your hips buck into his hand, his pace unhurried, enjoying you unraveling beneath him far too much.

though soon enough, you can feel his own excitement start to press into your thigh.

in a matter of minutes the pleasure rising deep within you starts to crest, each drag of his fingers pulling whimpers and moans of profound arousal from you. "satan, please-" you cry, and his own growing arousal prompts him to take mercy on you this time. he crooks his fingers in just the way he knows you like, pads of them ruthless against that sweet spot inside you, his palm pressing tightly to your clit even as you start to shudder and shake away from the friction becoming overwhelming.

"cum for me, darling, let me feel you," he nips into your ear, and you nearly sob.

as if on command, the wave of pleasure he'd been building swiftly breaks over you, and you cling to him and the sheets beneath you - anything in reach. you gasp his name like a prayer as you gush into the palm of his hand, hips stuttering in time with his movements, the altogether obscene sound of his skin smacking into your slick ringing around the room as he lets you ride your orgasm out, steady and relentless.

satan noses lovingly at your hair, the side of your face, your jaw, as you tremble gently in his hold. you come down slowly, to his fingers slipping out of you and sweeping between your folds carefully, appreciatively, your cunt pulsing once more when he brushes against your sensitive clit. the muscles in your legs are twitching, and the restless energy you had before is replaced with a dull yet deep sense of satisfaction in your gut, making your eyes and your limbs pleasurably heavy.

you suppose he'd been right.

you flip onto your back with a wide, dazed smile on your face, watching your lover through adoring half-lidded eyes as he licks his fingers clean and smirks. he dips his head to capture your lips and you welcome him eagerly, let him steal your breath just as you recover it.

"i love you," you whisper, breathless with adoration, struggling the words past the kisses he plucks from you, sweet and altogether irresistible. satan cradles your face in one hand, gentle as ever, yet the way he tastes from you is hungry, as if he can't get enough. you tug at his shirt until he slides it up and off, seek out the skin and muscle beneath it, the heat of it under your palms intoxicating. "want you, baby, please," you nip at him, beginning to get impatient at his unhurried movements and the emptiness his fingers had left behind, sliding your hand down between his legs to paw at the prominent bulge beneath his pants.

satan chuckles, eyes like emeralds glittering with equal parts mischief and lust. "my darling's so needy tonight, hm?" he teases, nudges his nose with yours, but you can see even in the low light that he's blushing furiously, hips inadvertently pressing into your hand.

you can only roll your eyes, lean in and tease him right back, graze your teeth along his earlobe until he shivers, your voice low and sultry. "only for you, my love."

something stirs in his chest, deep and desirous, spills out in a groan so heavy it sounds more like a growl, and it spurs you on, makes you nearly giddy with adoration and want.

satan is open with his love for you, abundant even, but it still takes him by surprise when you remind him you love him just as ardently, passionate and fierce in a way he could have only ever dreamed of attaining, especially from someone as wonderful as you.

it's all you need to shove his pants down his thighs, suddenly desperate to see him, feel him, nearly frantic. satan just laughs breathlessly - he can't deny your impatience, he feels just the same, like he'd fall to pieces if he didn't feel you around him anytime soon. he doesn't miss the way you lick your lips when you watch his leaking cock bob against his abdomen, your eyes glowing with a hunger that makes him feel raw and just as desperate. you always look at him anew, as if you haven't seen him naked countless times, as if you haven't memorized the places he likes to be touched, the way he likes to be handled.

you don't even have the tolerance to take your own underwear off, hitching your leg over his waist and curling over his body to press your hips together and forcing him happily on to his back as you straddle him, the tiny scrap of fabric now the only barrier between you and all but soaked with both of your juices. satan slips his hand between your bodies to shove the gusset to the side just as you line him up to your entrance, neither of you paying any mind to the sound of fabric being ripped when he accidentally applies more force than he means to. you nearly whimper when the head of his cock rubs against your clit, glides through your slick folds until finally, he slides home.

you moan in unison at the slow, gratifying stretch, his hands gripping tightly at your thighs around his waist, yours at his shoulder and the pillow beside his head.

"oh, fuck, sweetheart," satan breathes, his voice cracking in disbelief. "you're so... so tight." you gasp out what could be loosely interpreted as laughter, the feel of him inside you making your chest too tight with pleasure to qualify for much more.

despite being a demon, thriving on sin and debauchery, satan hardly curses. he sees it as uncouth, often uncreative and only necessary in certain situations. language was endless, he knew that more than anyone, so there certainly were better alternatives for most of them.

with you, however, every thought and belief he holds seems to fall to the wayside, nothing on his mind except the sweet pressure of your slick walls around his throbbing cock, the warmth of your chest against his own when you lean in because you can hardly hold yourself up - his chest always swells with pride to rival lucifer's at that, how only he can make you feel so good you nearly lose yourself.

strong hands come up to grasp at your hips and guide you into a slow grind, electricity jolting through your body when you sink down gradually and take him to the hilt, and the base of his cock massages into your oversensitive clit. "you're so good to me, beautiful," he manages, grinning drowsily when you shift to cradle his face in your hands, smiling just as dazedly, pressing lazy kisses to his face until he lifts his head and catches your lips in a messy, open-mouthed kiss.

"y-yeah? feels good?" you try to tease, but your voice breaks, as breathy as it already is with arousal, and he chuckles, brushes away hair sticking to your forehead and letting his hand linger so he can slide his thumb along your bottom lip, slick with both of your saliva and swollen from his teeth, he's sure.

"always, gorgeous," he affirms with a lopsided grin, squeezing at your ass playfully with his free hand and feeling you clench around him in response. "always."

you rock against him sweetly, rolling your hips steadily, impatience wearing away now that you have him exactly where you need him, savoring the slow drag of his cock along your walls, splitting you open so nicely.

satan can't stop touching you, elegant fingers caressing along your skin, tickling and pressing and gripping at where you're softest just to hear you hum in satisfaction, feel you twitch and shiver and moan, arching into him to greedily press more of yourself into his touch. his hands slide back and forth beneath your shirt, cup at your breasts and pinch at your nipples, squeeze at the delicious curve of your waist. he holds the hem of the fabric up to your sternum just to watch you move, mesmerized at how equally lewd and yet so beautiful the scene before him is - the deep, purposeful stroke of your hips as your needy cunt swallows down the thickness of his shaft, down to the base and back again, the pretty arc of your spine when the swollen tip nudges at your sweet spot, the way your walls clench and pulse, hugging him so perfectly.

satan thinks this, among other things, is evidence that you were made for him.

he loves how responsive you are to him, how wholly you give yourself to him, how openly you show it. he loves how soft and hot and lovely your lips feel along his skin, how you tease him with gentle grazes of your teeth on his shoulders, his neck, his jaw, just to make him groan, make him squeeze his hands around whatever part of you he's holding.

"i love you," it spills from his lips and straight into yours when he brings you back up to his face with a gentle hand at the nape of your neck, his chest tight, heart pouring his adoration into his words. you relax into his touch, eyes dazzling, lips turning up at the corners, and he could swear you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, even looking as wrecked as he feels. "so dearly," he finishes against your mouth when you tilt your head down to kiss him again, catching your bottom lip between his teeth before his tongue slides in, dances along with yours.

you pull away only to breathe, nipping down along the line of his jaw to reach his ear, to murmur his name against his pretty skin.

every touch from you, every whisper of your breath against him sears his skin, fills him with emotion.

and when he jerks his hips up almost involuntarily, drawn by your own irresistible movements, and you whine so high and melodious, he swears he internally explodes.

in one smooth motion satan shifts you onto your back without detaching from you, caging you in between his arms. a slow smile breaks onto his lips as he takes a moment just to admire you, the way your hair splays out around your head like a halo against the mess of pillows behind you, the way your eyes seem to overflow with desire, with love, leaking out in tiny droplets at the corners, shining in your irises. “so good to me,” he repeats, because he still simply cannot seem to believe it, “so beautiful.” satan kisses your nose in a gesture so innocent compared to what you’d been applying so far that it makes you giggle, only to be cut off abruptly when he undulates his hips.

satan groans, so rich and guttural you feel it vibrate through you from his chest. you clutch and claw at his back as he moves, taking hold of your thigh against his waist and circling his hips, digging deeper, making you cry out in response. “so beautiful,” he continues through gritted teeth, syllables breaking off between gasped breaths, melting into you and molding you to him, finding his pace and that spot inside you that makes you keen, that makes you scratch and pull at him because it overwhelms you.

“satan, satan- !!” where you were slowly building your pleasure from him snowballs soon enough, and you can feel your orgasm creeping in much faster. you plead with him, though you aren’t sure what for, your mind growing hazy and your hands clutching at his back and hugging him close, chest to chest, your hips moving on their own, stuttering up to meet him.

he can feel your walls start to spasm around him and he half-smiles, knows you’re close, presses messy kisses along your face and your open mouth just as he slips one hand between your bodies. his fingers find your clit with practiced ease, and he rubs the bundle of nerves harshly between the pads of them, slowing his hips to carve even deeper into you.

you reach your second peak so rapidly, so forcefully you think you see stars. white spots into your vision and you grasp onto your lover for dear life as he carries you over the edge and holds you there, pinning you in place with strong hands and the unwavering determination to please you as much as he's able.

"satan, fuck, i love you, i love you," you're babbling, not sure what you're saying but knowing your sentiment to be true, overcome with nothing but pleasure and your love for him, nerves singed and heart hammering in your chest.

satan isn't much better off, gasping at the tight squeeze of your perfect, perfect pussy, how your walls pulsate around his cock and make him start to lose control of his careful momentum. "fuck, darling, i-" you hug him close to your chest, and he can feel how fast your heart is racing against his own. "i love you, too," he mumbles it into your skin, and he thinks he sounds a little drunk, the words uncharacteristically slurred together. the thought is distant to him in the moment, however, as he pistons into the tight heat of your cunt, driven by the urgent sweep of his own pleasure catching up to him.

it's dizzying, the frenzied way he's moving, like he can't get enough of you - (and he never can) - but you urge him on with a gentle tug to the roots of his hair that elicits the loveliest moan from him, your walls twitching around him in response, in the aftershocks of your own orgasm.

it only takes a few more careful strokes for him to come undone, gasping your name into your hair as he sheathes himself fully inside you and spills into your needy cunt, shivers wracking through his body. you can't help but gasp at the feel of him coating your inner walls, at the delicious throb of his cock, how he fills you.

satan partly collapses over you, hardly able to support himself as the pleasure jolts through him in waves, and you accept him easily, holding him close and whispering sweet nothings as his thrusts grow sloppy and gradually fall into a slow grind. you gasp and moan along with him when his pelvis nudges insistently into your swollen clit, can't help but squirm and writhe beneath him at the oversensitivity, at the stickiness leaking out between your bodies.

when he eventually rides out his orgasm and falls fully into your arms, you're soothing your fingers into his scalp, tracing random patterns into the smooth skin of his back.

the sudden urge to yawn rises from your chest, and you can't seem to stop it, so you give in easily, starting to feel the aftermath.

satan feels it from where he's laying on your chest and chuckles, shaking you both gently.

"i think i can sleep now," you quip, and he lifts his head to smile at you, looking every bit as charming and handsome as usual even with his hair as messy as you've made it.

"don't you dare let my hard work go to waste," he replies, and pecks at your lips, can't seem to resist and comes back for another, before he parts and pulls out carefully, hissing at the loss of your wet heat, the sensitivity, and pulls his pants back up.

his eyes gloss over and he bites back a groan at the sight of his cum dripping out of your hole, how your skin glistens with how wet he'd left you.

if he didn't know how much you truly needed to rest, he would've pushed it back in, as much as he could, and worshipped you with his tongue.

instead he kisses a line down from your chin, sliding the hem of your shirt up to continue his way between your breasts (taking a detour to press chaste kisses below each swell), over your stomach, until he reaches the crux of your thighs and what's left of your underwear (which is then tossed carelessly across the bed) - and presses an innocent kiss to your clit just to make your breath catch. he grins and sits up to find his discarded shirt to wipe you down before coming back up to your open arms.

you're giggling when he kisses you again, settling into the crook of his neck and wrapping an arm around his waist.

"i'm sorry i woke you up, satan."

"oh, darling," he chuckles into your hair, doesn't say he'd let you keep him awake for as long as you could ever want. "i'm not."

[satans-bf]

NSFW Alphabet - Satan

Hey! This is a new OM! blog that I made to encourage myself to write more often, so I figured a good first post might be the NSFW alphabet I wrote for Satan last month. It shouldn't need to be said, but...

‼️MINORS DNI‼️

A: Aftercare (What are they like afterwards?)

He’s very sweet. He’ll praise you a lot and tell you how much he loves you, and he’s fairly affectionate afterwards. If he scratched or bit you or anything, he’ll look over you to make sure you’re okay and take care of anything that needs it, and he’ll help you get cleaned up. While not normally very cuddly compared to some of the other brothers, he wants after-sex cuddles.

B: Body (What’s their favourite body part or parts of their partner’s? What is their partner’s favourite body part or parts of theirs?)

He likes your hands! You can tell a lot about a person from their hands and the subtleties of them from person to person are individual and unique. He also loves to have your hands on him—he finds it similarly intimate. For the same reasons, he also likes your eyes; I know these are supposed to be sexual headcanons, but I imagine Satan is a very romantic kind of person and that sexuality is very tied to romance for him.

C: Cum (What do they do with it?)

He likes to cum inside you; it’s romantic to him. Whether it’s ass, pussy, or mouth doesn’t really matter. (Of course, that’s just what he likes, and he won’t if you don’t want him to; your stomach is his second favourite place, and that part goes both ways if it's you finishing on him.)

D: Dirty Secret (What’s their dirty secret, if they have one?)

I honestly can’t really think of a dirty secret he’d have... however! Consider this: he is absolutely not a piercings kind of guy. However, if you planted the idea, he might eventually be interested in the idea of getting a Prince Albert or something like that for you. Since it wouldn’t affect his outward appearance, and no one would know about it but you, if you brought up the idea, he would think about it every so often. It’d be very intimate to him knowing that not only do only the two of you know about it, it also heightens the pleasure you both get. But this is very much an, “if you brought up the idea, expressed interest, and gave him enough time to think about it” kind of thing. He wouldn't do it of his own accord; it just wouldn't interest him.

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s not very experienced, so you’d have to be patient with him. That said, if you’re willing to be patient with him, show him some things, and explore some stuff with him, once he’s comfortable with you he might surprise you with some of the things he’s into.

F: Favourite Position (What’s their favourite position?)

His favourite positions are where he can see your face while he takes you, so probably missionary or cowgirl. And yes, he’s a top—regardless of what you have, I can’t see him being comfortable with being penetrated—but he’s not necessarily dominant. He’s just as eager to be flat on his back panting and moaning while you ride him as he is to have you on your back with your legs wrapped around him. If you're not into being penetrated either, that's okay too—he really likes oral.

G: Goofy (Are they more serious or humorous during sex?)

He’s definitely more serious, but he can be pretty... playful? I wouldn’t call him goofy, but sex with him can feel like a game, in a good way. I feel like lighthearted and whimsical are probably better words to describe it than humorous is. I can see him laughing during sex, but between serious and goofy, I'd say serious is more accurate.

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

Not that he grows much hair down there to begin with, but he keeps it very neat! It wouldn't match, but he shaves it anyway, so it doesn’t really matter.

I: Intimacy (How romantic are they during the moment?)

Usually, it’s pretty romantic with him. He’s a hopeless romantic and that informs a lot of the way he tends to see sex; he’s the love-making sort of type. He’s the type to hold your hands, kiss you, nuzzle you, keep his arms around you during sex, etc. That said, he has a wilder side too, and can definitely get into less romantic and more physical moods.

J: Jack Off (How often do they jack off? Do they do it at all?)

He does, but he wouldn’t be able to admit to it if you asked. I wouldn’t say he does it infrequently either; his sex drive is higher than you’d expect it to be, and if anyone found out he’d probably die from embarrassment. Also, because of that, I imagine it’s as much for everyone else as it is for him—as the Avatar of Wrath, I don’t imagine a sexually frustrated Satan is anything that anyone wants to deal with, including him. Precautionary measures as it were.

K: Kink (How many kinks do they have?)

He’s got a few kinks; although he’s perfectly happy be pretty vanilla with you most of the time, if you’re willing and interested in trying some kinks, there’s some he’ll go wild for and would even make a regular part of your sex life if you wanted. Pet play is definitely one of them; he loves cat ears, tail anal plugs, those paw pad thigh high socks…and he’s into either of you wearing them. He’d love to see you in it, but he’d also love to be a pretty little kitty himself, and if you want to do it together? You’ll get to see his wilder side, it'll be one of the rare times he prefers to take you from behind, but watch out! He bites. ;) Besides pet play, in his less romantic moods, he can be pretty rough and risky. He’s both a little sadistic and a little masochistic, and if you’re into it you’re both going to be covered in scratches and bite marks, he’ll want to pull your hair and let you pull his, and he loves it when one of you is pinned while getting fucked—whether that’s you or him.

L: Location (What are their favourite locations?)

In his more romantic moods, he prefers your bed. Something about fucking you in your room gets to him; sure, all the brothers like to hang out in your room, but every time you get intimate with him in your room it feels particularly like laying claim to you. In his less romantic moods, he likes semi-public places where he’s pretty sure you won’t get caught but there’s still a slight chance that you could be. He doesn’t actually want to get caught, and he’s not sure what he’d do if he was, but the idea that it’s possible for someone to walk in on him buried in you or between your legs does something.

M: Motivation (What turns them on?)

A few different things will get his attention in particular—cat ears (of course), but also…confidence. He likes it when you’re forward towards him, whether it’s in a dominant or submissive sort of way, and finds it very difficult not to react to it. He’s the type who, if you act sort of bold or cheeky when he’s not expecting it, he will have to distract or excuse himself immediately. He also likes it when you sit on him, whether that’s on his face or his dick, and when you let him pin you down and/or be dominant with you—he can be very submissive, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like being dominant, too.

N: No (What are their turn-offs?)

Bottoming; if you look at his hole a little too long, he will look at you like you’re actively plotting to kill him. It’s very funny but also very tragic because he is so pretty and would look so pretty with a cock in his ass, but you’ll make him cry if you want him to. The only exception I can see him making is for the aforementioned tail plugs, but he’ll only let you play with his butthole if he knows it’s specifically for that, because the desire to be a cute little kitty is strong.

O: Oral (Do they prefer giving or receiving? How good are they at it?)

He prefers receiving, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like giving, too. He loves going down on you and making you squirm with his mouth and hands, but if you return the favour, he’ll barely be able to contain himself. He will whine and pull your hair—he’s very sensitive.

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough or do they like it slower and more sensual?)

Depends entirely on his mood. His default is slow and sensual so that he can kiss you and hold you and love you properly, but if he’s in the mood he’ll absolutely fuck you senseless.

Q: Quickie (What do they think about quickies?)

In general, he’s not really a fan. He’d much rather take his time with you and really enjoy it, but if he’s particularly horny and/or you’re in a semi-public place it’s not out of the question for him to be up for it.

R: Risk (Do they like to experiment and take risks?)

Yes and no; sometimes he can feel pretty bold and risky and in the right mood he’ll be excited to experiment with you, but if he’s not in that mood he can be easily scared off by it.

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go? How long do they last?)

By demon standards, his stamina isn’t amazing, but by human standards he can last quite a while. You might be surprised that he’s still going after a few rounds, and wonder where it’s all coming from, but it’s one of the times you remember that not only is he a demon but a powerful one, too. He’ll be able to keep up with you until you’re thoroughly satisfied and if you can manage some sort of control over finishing, he’ll adore you if you cum at the same time. Either way, he’s pretty much always sweaty and winded when you’re done.

T: Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them?)

He doesn’t before he meets you, but he’s not against trying them if you like them. He doesn’t really use them for himself, and doesn’t really feel like he needs to. If you like them though, he doesn’t mind, and if you want him to use them on you, he totally will. He’ll think it’s hot to watch you come undone without even being inside you; he’s like, “wow, do I really make you that horny?”

U: Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

He loves to tease; as mentioned in G: Goofy, sex with him can be pretty playful, and a lot of that is the two of you messing with each other and playing a sexy game of chicken, trying to see who can get a better/stronger/quicker reaction out of the other, how well you know each other’s likes and reactions, and how long you can stand to be teased before one of you gives in.

V: Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

He’s pretty noisy. He’ll try (key word: try) to keep his composure at first, but it’s not difficult to make him moan and whine for you—especially if he’s dressed like a cute little kitty cat. He’s not terribly loud in volume, but he is often vocal. He’ll make the most delicious little whimpers and whines, although sometimes he’ll try really hard to stop them from coming out and you’ll get a strangled-sounding gasp out of him.

W: Wild Card (List a random hc here)

I have a difficult time (personally) imagining him as anything other than gay. I can’t put my finger on what it is about him, but imagining him with a woman or a feminine nonbinary person (AFAB or AMAB) feels strange and forced to me, like it doesn’t make sense, but imagining him with a man or a masculine nonbinary person (AMAB or AFAB) seems natural. In addition, I don’t think he’s lacking in sexual thoughts or feelings—I think it’s more likely that it’s repressed and he’s embarrassed about them.

X: X-Ray (What do they look like under their clothes?)

Pretty. Like all the brothers, he’s got decent muscle tone. Honestly, it’s probably just because he’s a demon; they’re just built different. That said he has more of a lithe and graceful figure than anything, and some moles here and there. As for his cock, it’s just as pretty as the rest of him, and big enough to hit pretty deep, but not terribly thick or anything. ;)

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s higher than you’d expect. He’s not open about it at all. It’s mostly reserved for actual partners, so you wouldn’t know, but it’s not low. He’s a little bit of a whore, but only for his partner. ❤️

Z: Zzz (How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)

It’ll take him a minute. He needs a bit to calm down afterwards—not too long or anything, but it’s not immediate.

[strawberry-cow-smut]

Satan's Classroom Shenanigans

🌸Ageless + Minor = DNI🌸

Characters: Submissive, Top Satan (Obey Me)

Reader: Gender Neutral, Dominant, Bottom Reader

Exploring: Public Play, Secretive Play, Classroom Fucking, Blowjob, Exhibition (if you squint), Dick Riding, Overstimulation (Satan), Begging, Multiple Orgasms, Almost Getting Caught, Infirmary Fucking, Multiple Creampies, Abandonment of Restraint, Demon Form (though not playing a huge part)

Satan struggles to keep his head. Normally collected and focused, sharp as a knife in the classroom, he suddenly finds himself unable to think about anything aside from the menace hiding under his desk, prodding and rubbing at his cock during the last lecture of the day.

He's struggling to sit still. How could he when you're undoing his pants here of all places?! Do you have any idea how many people would see if he moved from his desk? What if the professor asks him to demonstrate a spell? You both would be exposed in a heartbeat.

You dig your nails into his thighs as his hips buck slightly, dick standing tall and proud before you. It's a miracle the tent in his pants didn't rip the fabric. He's leaking precum already and you've barely even touched him. He's so cute when he's this sensitive. You wish you could see his face right now, but that'd blow your cover, and you're going to be too busy blowing him.

His poor pen bears the weight of his restraint, teeth sinking into the cheap plastic covering and nearly puncturing the inkwell within the center. The professor's speaking. The class is entirely silent aside from them, and Satan couldn't stand to bear the embarrassment of moaning mid-lecture like Asmodeus had once done eons ago.

"Satan? Page 164, if you please."

Oh no.

He stands slowly, his left hand gripping the edge of his desk to the point his fingers turn white, his right hand shakily holding the textbook as he sucks in a sharp breath. The desk is at waist height, barely tall enough to hide you sucking his cock like it's the last source of water within an endless desert.

"Magical... Magical Creatures, Chapter Seventeen. The Gryffin is a-ah! A mythological beast whose body resembles that of a lion from the humAN world, and possesses the wings and head of an eagle. They range in size from as SMALL as ah... a mouse to as large as a small tank."

"Thank you, Satan. That will be enough. Are you alright?"

"Y-Yes! I'm perfectly fine! Just... a bit under the weather is all."

"Are you sure? I believe it would be in your best interest to see the nurse."

"I'll be j-just fine. I just need to relax a bit more."

Oh, he'll relax alright.

The professor dismisses him without another word, ending his lecture and instructing the class to continue reading the rest of the chapter on their own. Satan sits with a shaky sigh, cheeks flushed from embarrassment and sweat dripping down his face. He surely intends to show you who's in charge when the two of you get home, but as for now, you're the one holding the metaphorical leash.

As soon as he's relaxed enough, you decide it's time to up your game. Without any warning, your nose is pressed up against his torso, his dick down your throat as far as it can reach. It's a miracle how you can keep quiet with all the spit and the pace you're bobbing your head. He's digging his claws into the seat of his chair now, surely leaving deep cuts that go against the grain of the wood.

He's so fucking close to reaching a peak. Satan hides his head in his arms, forehead pressing against the cool lumber next to his open textbook. Tears prick the corners of his eyes as he struggles to resist coming undone. All he needs is just a bit more. He's torn between wanting to finish and wanting to maintain his dignity in front of his peers, but there's only so much he can do when you're sucking his soul out so feverously.

Satan gives up. He gives up almost completely as his body begins to shake and his claws dig further into the dark oak of his desk. He lets out a sharp whimper, filling your throat with a flowing white river. His classmates and professor look at him, concerned for his wellbeing.

Satan is panting, shaking, barely holding himself together at this point. He pants and takes a few deep breaths to catch his own before looking up at the professor.

"Satan? I do believe you'd better go to the nurse before your condition worsens."

You're quick to clean him up and fix his clothing. Satan's still shaky but agrees with the professor after noticing nothing would be amiss if he chose to stand, thanks to you.

"You're right, Professor. I'll be heading there at once. I-I apologize for concerning you all."

He gathers his belongings and shakily exits the classroom without another word. Some students utter words of concern as his legs threaten to give out with every step. You have no choice but to remain silent in place until the end of the lecture, only able to escape the room once all the other students and the professor have left first.

As the last of the students leave, you join the endless sea of demons and other magical beings flooding the halls between classes. You make your way to the nurse's office, deciding to check and see if your friend is "recovering" alright. Satan's in the third bed, closest to the wall and farthest from the door. The nurse is out for a moment, not an unusual circumstance considering it's their lunch hour.

"You! You almost got us caught with your little stunt in there! I can't believe you had the... the... the audacity to go that far! I didn't expect you to continue until I finished! We're unbelievably lucky the professor mistook me for being unwell."

Satan sighs as you draw closer and sit on the edge of his bed, taking his hand and bringing it to cup your cheek. He brushes his thumb over your cheekbone, sighing.

"Well... I suppose it wasn't all bad. That was... exhilarating, to say the least, even if it may be a bit troublesome to deal with the aftermath. Maybe this sort of thing wouldn't be bad every once in a while. I'm glad we got to explore this side of our relationship together."

He always gets so sweet and sappy after he's coming down from a high. It's sweet. He's always going on about how much he loves you and how he's so happy you both can be as rough or as gentle as the other needs them to be. Unfortunately for him, you're not ready to be sappy. There's still one more thing on your mind, and it's back in his pants.

You stand and pull the privacy curtain shut, closing the view of the bed off from the rest of the world. He stammers, questioning exactly what it is you're doing, a tiny glint of fear peaking through his normally collected demeanor. You turn towards him once more, staring him down as a cat does an injured mouse.

Your pants and undergarments hit the cold tile of the infirmary floor. You climb onto his bed, legs straddling his thighs as you pull his pants and boxers low enough to expose his half-hard cock. He's visibly excited, but his long refractory period prevents him from standing at full attention for a few more minutes. No matter, you reposition your core and take him in completely.

His growling and whining resurface and he lets out an unrestrained moan that fills the room. It's fortunate you two are the only ones in the infirmary, otherwise, there would have been no hiding exactly what's happening behind the thin white linen walls.

You grind against him with every drop of your hips, the pace unbearably fast as his erection continues to harden within you. Your nails dig into his chest, and his own claw at the sheets of the bed, eager to grab hold of something but not wanting to hurt you. He doesn't trust himself not to dig his claws into those thighs he loves so much when he can't even be bothered to restrain his voice for the moment.

Incoherent, muffled voices outside the door begin to grow louder as passing students flood the halls on their way to their dorms and extracurriculars. The only thing you're concerned with is riding him like the insatiable, cock-hungry animal you've become.

"Please! Ngh, fuck! I'm about to cum again! You need to slow down before-- Ah!"

Fuck his moans are beautiful. They start off melodic and end with an enticingly lewd growl. You didn't know he could be this expressive in bed before today. He's practically begging for mercy, still sensitive from the classroom shenanigans.

You do not grant it.

Satan's back arches and his hips thrust upward into you as he orgasms a second time. You're lifted up as his hips stutter beneath you, voice filling the room with lewd curses strung together as his eyes roll to the back of his head and the sheets begin to tear under his grip. He begins to still after a few moments, but you don't stop. You don't even slow down.

Satan's hands frantically look for anything to ground himself, worsening the tears in the fabric below him. His frantic gaze lands on the pillow lying underneath his head. He grabs at it, hoping for something to help relieve the intensity of the high you're pushing him towards, but in his overstimulated and careless state, he can't control his own strength. It takes mere seconds before there's a mess of feathery down and fabric scraps surrounding the head of the infirmary bed.

His eyes are starting to glow. Feathers are pushing out sporadically against the skin around his neck. Horns pierce through the golden hair on his crown His canines are growing sharper and his growls start sounding far less than human. There's not much left of his ability to control himself, though with you there was hardly ever any to begin with.

His claws slip from the mangled mess of a pillow and find their way to your hips, digging his nails into your sides and rutting up into your core; fucking his seed deeper without the restraint he desperately clung to before. His speed is almost unbearable. The way his cock drills into all the right places has you seeing stars and crying his name in response.

The thrusts are losing their regularity. Hips stuttering and nails threatening to pierce the soft skin of your hips, Satan bites down on his own lip until he's the one bleeding; filling you for a third time this afternoon.

It's almost unbearable. With the way his cum flows out of you like a river, you're mindlessly thanking yourself for having the foresight to make sure neither of you were still wearing your uniform pants.

With shaky legs and sweat covering both of your bodies, you fall to the side to catch your breath, grabbing some nearby tissues and cleaning the both of you up enough to at least redress before someone walks in and manages to put two and two together.

Satan's head flops to the side to gaze at you; chest heaving with every breath.

"Haah--that was... that was amazing." A hand comes up to push back his golden locks to unobscure bright green eyes, softening as they settle upon your glowing form.

His hand comes to rest gently against your cheek as he tilts your chin for a tender kiss, wanting to cherish this moment. As much as you want to indulge him and relish this moment, the growing sound of clicking heels interrupts the saccharine air of your post-orgasm bliss.

You shoot out of his infirmary bed, standing up straight and wiping the remaining sweat off your face in a flash, just in time for RAD's nurse to pull back the curtain and stick a thermometer in his mouth without a word. A minute passes silently without them acknowledging your presence. until the thermometer's beep cuts through the still air.

"Hm." The nurse pulls the thermometer out of his mouth and jots down the reading onto their clipboard.

"Professor called ahead for this one. Sweating, flushed cheeks, heavy breathing, abnormal behavior in class, sluggish and lethargic disposition. Sounds like a classic fever." The nurse turns towards you.

"You live in the same building, correct? Make sure he gets home safe and gets plenty of rest and fluids. He should be fine by Monday if he listens and takes some standard fever-reducing medicine from the drugstore. He's to stay strictly on bedrest until he can stand without losing his balance. "

"Oh don't worry. He'll definitely be getting that bedrest."

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[rinsramenshop]

hi!! I was wondering if you could do an obey me request w/ an mc who is super quiet and awkward until they get comfortable and they basically don’t stop talking?

For me when I’m with people I don’t know well I basically just sit and watch, but if I’m with my best friends I talk almost non-stop about anything and everything, especially stuff I love

(If you don’t have time to do all of them, can do you Lucifer, satan, and belphie? Thank you so so so much 🥺🥺🥺💓💓💓)

of course i can! i relate to this prompt so it honestly might be easier to write! thank you for requesting💕

Lucifer

•i honestly think he’s more dominant when it comes to conversations, like he can keep them going no matter what.

•for the first few months of you two dating, he asks questions about you or elaborates his answers using stories of his brothers.

•but once you get more talkative, he might have a small grin but he’s always listening. he may be working on paperwork in his office, but if you’re talking? he’s listening

•he loves hearing you talk about anything, even if others say you’re switching topics so much. he absolutely adores it.

•he also remembers all the tiny details you’ve told him, it sometimes surprises you.

Satan

•similar to lucifer, he can keep a conversation going. especially if you’re also into books

•if you’re not into books, thats okay too! he’ll probably tell you about his books and may ask about anything you’re interested in.

•he really enjoys it whenever you get comfortable with him. he thinks of it as an achievement to him.

•he likes it that you can carry conversations too, he might get burnt out of ideas but he loves listening to you

•he definitely falls harder for you whenever you’re more comfortable around him

Belphegor

•honestly, i feel like belphie is the same way. but he’s more mean about it..? he doesnt mean to be but he’s not the best at carrying conversations

•it may be awkward a bit, but he may talk about random things to try to start a conversation.

•when he gets to know you better, he may talk about your hobbies. maybe movies you like or snacks you love

•but when you’re talkative too, he loves it. he understands the difference whenever you’re more comfortable and he loved seeing you happy

•he loves seeing you smile as you talk

[demonvibez]

The Book Club

Characters: Satan x F! Reader ( x Asmo ) Rating: Mature [Minors DNI] Word Count: 2.5k+ Tags: smut, public sex, unprotected sex, cock warming, exhibitionism/voyeurism, masturbation, oral sex, threesome, cum in mouth + vagina, female body parts, they/them pronouns for reader, mam and levi are briefly in the story but are not involved in this smut (sry loves) A/N: just an idea that popped into my head and took off! also! highly recommmend the picture of dorian gray by oscar wilde. I haven't read it in forever so I'm gonna give it a reread, but you should check it out if you can. Anyways, pls enjoy ♡

It wasn't unusual for you and Satan to hang out in the House library and read together. Whether it was for educational purposes, or simply recreational, the two of you loved being in the library. So much so that, if his brothers needed to find one of you, they would often only need look in the there. Typically the two of you took to Satan's bedroom for your more intimate affairs, keeping your sexual adventures together private. This evening, however, you had something else in mind.

There you both sit on the plush purple couch, the fire roaring in front of you two. You sit perched in Satan's lap as he has one arm around your waist, the other hand holding his copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray for you to read aloud. A soft, fuzzy blanket is draped across the two of you, concealing the fact that Satan's throbbing cock is fully sheathed inside of your tight, wet pussy. The two of you wanted to relax while you read, and nothing is more relaxing to Satan than having his cock warmed by you while reading a nice book. Cuddling with you in his lap while your warmth squeezes around him, the fire crackling in the background with the gentle melody of your voice reading to him - Satan has never been to the Celestial Realm, but he'd be willing to argue that this is better. As you shift slightly in his lap to flip the page forward, Satan can't help but to let out a tiny groan, his cock twitching inside of you. You feel so good wrapped around him, it took every ounce of self restraint not to just throw the book down and fuck into you right now.

"Careful, kitten," he whispers in your ear, "if we get too heated, we may have to-" Just as Satan was finishing his sentence, the library doors burst open. In through the door Mammon comes rushing, already arguing with Leviathan and Asmodeus who are walking in behind him. Asmodeus is wearing an annoyed expression, clearly in disagreement with Mammon, while Leviathan seems barely interested and is playing his handheld console. You could feel Satan tense up beneath you - his lime green finger tips digging into your hip, his expression stoic and expressionless. You knew Satan well enough to know that this was the calm before the storm.

"Oi, human! I've been lookin' for ya! Settle this argument we're havin'," Mammon shouts as he approaches the two of you.

"Seriously, Mammon? You really think they're gonna approve of such a stupid scheme? You're such an idiot," says Asmodeus, rolling his eyes as he stands next to Mammon with a hand on his hip. Leviathan leans against one of the study tables, his eyes still focused on his game.

"Yeah, Mammon. They're not gonna tell you anything different from us," he says without looking up. Mammon has a betrayed look on his face, turning to plead his case to you. Before Mammon can even begin to explain, Satan interjects.

"Not even a single fucking word Mammon, the answer is no."

"LOL!"

"But ya didn't even-"

"I said no, Mammon. We don't want to fucking hear it. I've known you my entire life. I know the kinds of schemes you concoct, I know that you want to drag my human into it and ultimately leave them with the mess. I don't care what it is - the answer is NO." You could feel Satan's wrath building up from his side of the pact. The two of you were supposed to be having a nice, relaxing, intimate evening, and the last thing you wanted was for Satan to fly into a fit of rage. The situation needed to be diffused before it reached a flashing point, and there was no one better in all three realms to soothe the situation than you. You squeeze your walls around him, reminding him of the situation you are in. A small gasp escapes Satan's lips, a hint of surprise in his emerald green eyes. You move your hand to gently stroke his golden blonde hair, the wrath you felt building up starting to ease. Satan's eyes can't help but to flutter closed at all of the different sensations, and as you continue to stroke his hair, you turn to address Mammon and his other brothers.

"Hey! Whaddaya mean by your hum-"

"Mammon, sweetheart," you cut him off, "I know you probably think you have a good plan...but whatever it is, if this many people are telling you it's a bad idea, it probably is."

"But-"

"No buts. You know in the end you're just gonna get strung up from the ceiling again. Now, if you will excuse us, we were busy reading Oscar Wilde before the three of you interrupted," you said, turning your attention back to the book and ultimately trying to get your evening back on the rails. You feel Satan's cock twitch inside of you once again as you take the book from his hand, forcing you to bite your bottom lip.

"Tch, whatever. Who even cares, I've got tons of other ideas," Mammon says as he sulks his way out the library door. Leviathan pushes off the table, also making his exit as he simultaneously continues on with his current in-game mission. The only brother that still remains is Asmodeus. He remains stood across from the two of you, a hint of suspicion on his face as he watches you. Unbeknownst to you, he had been observing you both since he entered the room. The obvious lust lingering in the air upon his arrival, and again a few moments ago, had been enough to keep him curious about what you two are really up to. Folding his arms across his chest, Asmo is determined to get to the bottom of this.

"Reading...sure..." he says, an eyebrow raised, clearly implying that the two of you are hiding something.

"Clearly, we are reading. We're in the middle of The Picture of Dorian Gray, a novel you would probably do well to read. Now, I don't know what you think we're doing Asmo, but why don't yo-"

"You know exactly what I am implying, big brother," he remarks, a sinister smirk on his face. "Or have you forgotten I'm the Avatar of Lust?" At the mention of lust, Satan can feel you clench around him and hold on. His breathing hitches yet again, his heart racing right along with yours, at the prospect that Lust itself has caught you in the act. "Did you think you two could hide this from me? Such blatant lust right in front of me," he says in a lightly mocking tone. You look over to Satan to see his cheeks dusted with blush and his eyes avoiding the both of you. You can feel yourself dripping down his hard length in anticipation of what could possibly happen next - whatever it is, the haze of lust grows in your mind, and you're just hoping to get some relief. It's hard to even focus on what the two demons in the room are talking about when all you can think about is your growing desire to just start bouncing on Satan's cock. It's not like Asmo would care, right? So tempting...

Before you can even make a decision, Asmo steps forward and reaches down, pulling on the blanket covering the two of you. Satan tries holding on to it but Asmo uses all of his force to pull on it, ripping it away and exposing your little cock warming session.

"I fucking knew it," exclaims Asmodeus, clearly satisfied with the results of his query. He tosses the blanket down on the ground, then goes to sit in one of the reading chairs across from you, his eyes glowing pink and his sinister grin wide. "Oh, don't mind me. Our darling human clearly needs you more right now, dear brother~♡" As much as Satan wanted to protest, he'd have to punish his younger brother later. Neither of you have the resolve to hold back any longer, and if the Avatar of Lust insists on watching, then he better enjoy the damn show. You both knew waiting was apart of the fun of cock warming, but neither of you expected such an agonizing pleasure. You had been carefully rubbing your thighs together, trying to find a small bit of relief, while Satan quite literally bit his tongue to hold in the moans - that was, until, you two had been exposed. To hell with hiding; to hell with waiting. You place your arm on the back of the couch, pushing yourself up and sliding back down Satan's cock. Moans escape from both of your lips in unison, like music to Asmo's ears. He reaches down to undo his belt buckle, the sound of which causing Satan to open his eyes and shoot him an emerald death glare. You can't help but to let out a whine at Satan's lack of attention - you don't give a damn what Asmo is doing, you need Satan to fuck you into the couch, and you need him to do it now. Hearing you whine seemed to have done the trick, because the moment he looks at you and sees the desperate look in your eyes, he starts to thrust up into you.

"Finally," you sigh happily, relieved to finally be properly taking the cock you've been craving since he slid himself into you. As you bounce on Satan's lap, your eyes flutter closed, your hand clenching into the back of the couch as the other grips one of your breasts through your shirt. You open your eyes momentarily to see that Asmodeus has taken his cock out of his pants, and is now stroking it while watching the two of you over on the couch. 'Fuck,' you think to yourself, feeling yourself get even wetter at the sight. The pace of Satan's thrusts picks up as he reaches down in front of you to toy at your swollen clitoris, a jolt of pleasure being sent through your entire body at the moment of contact. 

"Fuck...yes kitten, just like that. So good for me," Satan praises as he continues to fuck you towards your first orgasm. As Asmodeus watches the Avatar of Wrath pound into your needy hole, he did his best to match the pace of his brother's thrusts with his own hand. He'd love to be the one passionately fucking you right now, but he'll settle for watching you as long as you get pleasure. Lust being his sin, he is feeding off the two of you right now. Even if you were ordinary he'd be soaking it in - but you're his darling human and he is simply obsessed with your pleasure. You have no idea how gorgeous you look to him right now - how amazing you look when you wear his sin on your face, the gorgeous way your voice reverberates off the walls when you moan. You truly are a work of art ~ ♡

The three of you moan in harmony as you continue to make your way towards the peak of your first orgasm. Satan continues to pump into you at an unwavering pace as he massages your sex, and you can feel yourself finally being pushed over the edge of your first orgasm. A warm tingle spreads over your entire body, your moans becoming erratic and your eyes rolling into the back of your head as Satan continues on, overstimulating you in the best of ways. You ride the high of your climax until you come down, Satan slowing the pace of his thrusts to allow you to catch your breath. 

A few moments later, you feel both of his hands clasp your hips, and suddenly he's bending you over the arm of the sofa. He begins driving his hips into you, hitting spots inside of you that no one else has before. He fucks into you at a steady pace, moans and whimpers spilling from your lips with each thrust, and in your mind's lustful haze you swear you can see fireworks. In the midst of it all, Asmodeus spots an opportunity for himself. With his own throbbing cock still in his hand, he stands up and makes his way over to your side of the couch. With his free hand, he cups your cheek, stroking your bottom lip with his thumb as he strokes himself.

"Darling, you look absolutely delectable. May I? Please~?" he asks as he puts the head of his cock near your mouth, looking down at you with pleading eyes. You nod and moan out a 'yes' before he slides himself into your mouth. A sigh of relief and an unrestrained moan fall from Asmo's lips as he feels your soft mouth around his hard shaft. The way Satan is pounding into you from behind creates enough momentum to fuck you onto Asmo's cock for him - all he has to do is watch, and he is simply entranced by you. He pushes your hair back out of your face, cupping the back of your head gently as he watches you. The way you're looking up at him as you suck his cock is enough to make him wanna bust alone, and that's without taking into consideration the way it feels when you moan against him. 

Satan starts to pick up the pace, feeling his own climax starting to come close. He reaches down to massage your clit once again, his thrusts starting to become harder and more erratic. Your muffled moans grow louder, as does your orgasm once again, as the three of you frantically fuck each other, trying to get each other off. Satan can feel your walls begin to tighten around him, your orgasm being the first to hit it's peak. 

"Fuck, yes kitten, cum all over my cock," he says as he pounds away at your increasingly tightening hole, his seed spilling into you after only a few more thrusts. As you moan all over Asmo's cock, he can't help but to thrust his hips into your face, his cum shooting down your throat as he gently moans your name. Asmo pulls out of you immediately after finishing, wiping your face with his thumb to clean up any stray. A few moments later, after catching his breath a little, Satan pulls out of you and quickly fixes his pants. He sits down on the couch and pulls you into his lap, not caring about anything leaking onto him. He wraps his arms around you and you both just sit together, continuing to catch your breaths. Asmodeus breaks the silence.

"I think I'll have to come to book club more often."  The three of you erupt into exhausted laughter. Book Club may have to become a regular occurrence - in a more private meeting room, of course. 

· demonvibez ♡ 2023 · do not copy, repost or modify · · likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! ♡ ·

[witheringwidgetwrites]

satan + degradation?

It's Satan's birthday!!!!! so here ya go.

CW BJ + head pushin' + slight mention AFAB!MC

"You're such a dumb whore, you're only good at sucking me off." A smile plays on Satan's lips, groans leaving his mouth as he bucks his hips.

"Fuck, right there, you're such a slut, you're practically salivating on my sock. Pathetic". His brow furrows, and he moves his hands to your hair, pushing your head all the way down. You gag and whine, before regaining control and breathing in your nose. You feel his stubbly pubic hair tickle the tip of your nose, and you're thankful he showers daily. He groans, loudly, and you feel his cock twitch in your throat. He's getting close, that much is sure.

"You're so greedy," he huffs, his breathing picking up every so slightly, "gonna swallow every last bit. Disgusting."

Wordlessly, he throws his head back, bucking hips hips as his cock twitches. "Shit," he mumbles, and you feel his grip on your hair tighten as he shoots his hot load down your throat. "Beautiful. You always take me so well." He releases you, grasping your chin gently to wipe up the spittle that dribbles down.

"I'll make sure to make use of your greedy cunt next."

[raes-writing-space]

Obey Me! Satan x Reader *Learning Disability Comfort*

Warnings: Mentions of learning disabilities, and former gifted child syndrome. Not beta read.

Summary: You used to be great with academics when you were younger, and maybe in some subjects you still are just as good. But now that you're older and in a completely new academic environment, no one but Satan sees how you struggle to study, and stress yourself out to the point of crying when the words on the page seem to get jumbled up and not make sense to you. Satan helps you take a break, then helps make the studying process a little bit easier.

Word Count: 1, 217

A/N: I mostly took after reading learning disabilities, as someone with a reading and writing learning disability (despite how much I love doing both.) It can be read as platonic or a bit romantic if you'd like but it's left rather ambiguous. I just want Satan to read to me man.

Learning magic and how to control your abilities was something you'd never believed you would be doing. Arriving as an exchange student to a completely new world meant that you had to adapt to practically an entire new lifestyle and culture, and that included the academics. At first things were a little rough, but as you got more pacts and guidance from both the demon brothers and Solomon, you were at least able to pick up enough to protect yourself from the many situations you found yourself in since arriving in the Devildom. However, when it came down to the actual classes, that's where you started to struggle. Trying to not only read and understand, but to then apply it to your magic, tripped you up a lot more than you'd like to admit. It was hard enough to try and read what was being taught, some of these words you had never heard of before, and some of it was quite ancient in it's texts. Words on a normal textbook seemed to jumble up inside your mind already, but now looking at words that already looked pretty jumbled up just made it worse. Still, you were managing to pass your classes, but even that was do to the fact that you can at least show what you've learned instead of having to explain how you learned it. Solomon would help you study from time to time or better explain what exactly the text was trying to describe, but he wasn't there all the time. Not like how the brothers were, as you lived with them in the House of Lamentation. Satan and Lucifer were the most observant to your studying habits and struggles, but Lucifer already had Mammon to worry about. Besides, Lucifer figured that you were at least studying and making the effort to try and keep your grades up, so he figured he wouldn't worry about the specifics on how it was achieved. Maybe humans just learned much differently, and it wasn't as if you knew what you were going to be thrown into when you arrived. Except you weren't always like this, struggling to study in the way that you did. You always had really high marks when you were younger, and it felt like back then learning and studying was just so natural for you. It wasn't until you started getting older than you've seen yourself start to decline. At first you just wanted to believe it was because the academic classes themselves were getting harder, of course they would, you were learning about more advanced things so that brought a challenge. But over time, even basic things that you had learned years ago and excelled out, suddenly became difficult for you too. When you were young you used to read at much higher levels than other peers your age, but now you struggle to read books that cater to your age and demographic. At one point in your life, you thought you'd be more like Satan, reading things just for pleasure and not because he had to. But now, you can't even remember the last book you read just because you wanted to. It made you frustrated, as you grew up with a different standard than you were at now, what happened? What changed? Some days you felt as if you were an fraud, and convinced a lot of people you were academically gifted when really, maybe you weren't. It all seemed to be crashing down one particular night. You had a test coming up in a couple of days, and you felt like you were no closer to getting to where you needed to be. It didn't matter how many times you read it, there was just something not clicking with you. The boys had all went to do their own things after dinner, but you went to the library to study. Tears had started to well up in your eyes at the thought of failing this test, when you were doing so well up until this point.

"If it helps, I created a study guide with a main points that would be on the test." Satan spoke up, as he saw the textbook that you had been studying.

You looked up at him, and he gave a sympathetic smile when he finally saw the tears running down your cheeks. He grabbed a tissue from the box on the nearby table, and took a seat next to you. While it was nice knowing that he was willing to help, it still didn't exactly help you feel any less stupid.

"Let me help you, what are you struggling with?" He asked, wanting to make it at least a little easier for you somehow. "Everything, it seems." You answered at first, it wasn't exactly a wrong answer, but Satan could tell you weren't giving yourself enough credit, either.

After taking a breath, you try your best to explain your issues. Satan listened, trying to piece together what he had the actual ability to help with you. After he let you vent out your struggles, he paused for a moment to think.

"How do you do when the teacher is lecturing?" He then questioned. "Definitely better than just reading it myself, as long as I can also look at the text alongside it." "Then, how about I grab my own textbook and read it to you?" Satan suggested with a smile. "You'd do that for me?" You couldn't help but question him in return.

"Of course, I might not completely understand all that you're going through. But, I know I don't want to see you cry." Satan reached to gently cup your cheek, as he rubbed his thumb across your cheek, wiping a stray tear away. The sentiment made you smile.

"I really appreciate you helping me… Ever since arriving here, I've been so interested in the subjects, but I find reading for them a bit difficult." You confessed. "If you'd like, I could find the time to record myself reading a couple of the upcoming chapters. Since I typically like getting a head start on the material anyway."

"I don't want to inconvenience you…" You spoke honestly, it was an incredibly thoughtful gesture. "Nonsense, it would benefit us both by studying. Besides, I know how hard you're working to learn and pass these classes. I know you're intelligent, you just have to study differently, is all. If I could help with that, then please, allow me to help you." Satan reasoned with you, as you thought about it before nodding your head in agreement.

"Thank you, for being so understanding about this and helping me. I really do appreciate you." You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around him in a hug which he reciprocated.

When you pulled away, Satan seemed to scan over your features as he gave a soft smile. Part of you suspected that he would say something else, or even thank you in return, but he said nothing else. However, his actions said enough, as he gently brushed his fingers just behind your ear, down your jawline, before returning to his lap. The action left you feeling lighter somehow. As he went to stand to retrieve his own textbook, you thought of different ways that you could thank him.

[cloudcountry]

Is the 1k+ event still open? I'm a bit slow on things :'D

Anyways if it is, can you do Satan (Obey Me!) + Longing, pls?

it is!! im honestly not sure when i'll be closing it but i'll figure it out C: im not rlly good with set project dates anyways LMAO

ngl at first i kinda wanted to write something where mc is in love w lucifer and satan's perspective on that BUT i didnt know if you wanted angst or not so i just stuck w some fluff + light angst!!

SATAN + LONGING (1k event details)

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Satan’s slow heartbeat thumps in your ear as you curl up against him, a heavy quilt laid over the two of you as you read. You’re aware of the crackling fireplace in the background but it’s like you can’t hear anything other than Satan’s heartbeat. You shift your legs closer to him and he moves the book closer to you, allowing you to take the other side. His freed arm raises and falls behind your shoulders, and he manages to pull you even closer than before.

“Do you ever wish that sometimes you could become one with someone so you never had to let them go?” Satan whispers, like he’s been pondering the question for hours.

“Yes.” you answer, without hesitation, and Satan feels his heart lurch.

“Am I safe in assuming that you feel that way for me?” he asks, hoping the certainty in his expression does not betray his nerves.

“Oh, Satan.” you rest your head on his shoulder and sigh, as if taking him in, “There is nobody else for me.”

Satan is silent as you stay there, curled up against him. You didn’t choose Mammon or Lucifer or Asmo. You picked him, even though he isn’t as special or unique as his brothers. He makes you happy.

He wants to do that forever (even though he knows he doesn’t have the time.)

[rae-writes]

angelic alteration

om brothers x reader

wc : 1.k

warnings: nsfw, corruption kink based

synopsis : when Solomon and Diavolo can't fix the problem, it's up to Mc

a/n : thought the angel event (og) could use some more spice so I poured my entire spice rack on it

“Mc…I’m afraid we have bad news.”

You sighed into the receiver, “Yeah? You guys can’t reverse the magic, can you?”

“Nope!” Solomon chirped cheerfully, “Diavolo and Michael’s magic mixed together too strongly for us to reverse ourselves. You’ll just have to wait for them to go back to normal, or…”

“Or…what?”

“Well, this is just a theory, but what if you just corrupted the angelic magic and forced their demonic sides back out?”

“Corrupted, huh..? I like the sound of that.”

†

“I can feel the magic trying to stop me…how. stupidly. annoying.” Lucifer accentuated each word of his complaint with a sharp thrust, face pinched in concentration as sweat beaded at his temple. 

He’d be damned if something as trivial as a hexed bracelet from the celestial realm kept him from indulging in you, the one temptation he would never dare ignore. 

Your nails dug crescent moons into his shoulders, thighs squeezing at his hips tightly as you moaned and panted beneath him. “Lu-ci-fer! S-slow d-own!” 

He growled and sped up in response, snapping his hips into you harshly, “How dare they try to turn me back? I am the Avatar. Of. Pride!” Once again, each word was accentuated with a thrust, making his cock hit deeper and deeper each time. 

And he was so fucking proud each time he had you a moaning mess underneath him, crying out his name, begging him not to stop— you made his sin flood his entire body every time. 

An electric charge cracked through the air for a brief second before the bangle broke in half, magic forcibly shattering under Lucifer’s sheer prowess. 

He grinned sharply, capturing your legs against your chest in a mating press as he went even harder. His wings shedded to black, spanning out proudly behind him as the halo melted down into his horns. 

“I’m going to ruin you, do you hear me? You’re not leaving this bed- not tonight, or in the morning, or maybe even until tomorrow afternoon…I’m keeping you until I’ve had my fill.”

†

The sight of Mammon’s blue eyes peering up while his mouth was busy pleasuring you had always been a pretty sight— the shimmering halo was only a little bonus this time. 

But you wanted his horns to hold onto. “Just like that, Mams…doing so well, pretty boy.” Your hips rocked over his mouth, grinning down at him with gold flickering in your eyes. 

He was all about giving now that the bangle had taken hold, which even before, Mammon always keened when you sat on his face and just used him. 

The second born was moaning and whining and whimpering against your skin as his tongue lapped up everything he could, “Mmph- like this? ‘M I doing good, Mc?” 

“Y-yeah, baby, fuck— so good…” you carded your fingers through Mammon’s hair, feeling him get more and more excited before you lifted up off his face. 

And he was absolutely distraught with the lack of your taste, desperate cry leaving him as he tried to chase after you. “No, no, no! Mc, please, come back— wasn’t done, wanna taste you still, wanna make you feel good, please!” 

The laugh you let out made him whine even louder, fingers gripping frantically at your thighs. It was like a switch flipped, magic being overtaken by his greed. 

His eyes flickered gold like yours, a whiny growl escaping him. He forced you on your back within a second, mouth working at you even more desperately now as he held you down and took what he wanted— and he wanted to make you cum. 

“Jus’ let me, please let me make you cum— you taste so good, Mc, I don’t wanna stop. Want you to scream my name and yank my hair, grip my horns, just give me more- more, more, more!” 

†

A small shriek left Levi when you rammed against his prostate, hiccuped cries of your name following. His back arched, wings flaring out behind him, making you hit even deeper spots inside of him. 

With his new attitude, he’d been letting everyone else spend time with you and he was finally feeling the built up envy creep along his spine, right beside the spikes of pleasure. 

“Aww…look at you. So sweet for me, huh? Why so shy, Levi? Wasn’t this what you meant about strengthening connections?” 

Garbled sounds left him, courtesy of your fingers stuffed in his mouth. His eyes rolled back, hands gripping at your hips desperately, though it wasn’t clear if he was pushing you away or pulling you closer.

“How am I gonna know I’m doing good if you don’t tell me, ‘vi? C’mon, sweet thing, tell me. Or do you not want me?” 

It was like you asked the unthinkable. A loud whine left him and his tail returned, knocking the halo right off his head before it coiled around your abdomen. 

“No! I want you, I want you so badly, please keep fucking me— don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” Diamond shaped scales scattered across his body as the magic wore out. 

You cooed, thrusting into him sharply, making his body lurch, “Good boy, Leviathan..” 

†

“Fuck!” Satan cries out, fingers digging into his white wings to try and keep them from fluttering. His back arched almost painfully, loudly begging you to keep going. 

“Oh, look at you…” the coos that left you made him flush red, giving you a great sense of satisfaction. This was the most he’d been riled up since putting that ridiculous bangle on.

Your thighs were burning at the unforgiving pace you were riding him at, beads of sweat splashing onto his skin, so you decided to change the game a little. 

“Come on, Tannie, if you want it, work for it.” You settled your weight on top of him, ceasing your movements as you cockwarmed him instead. 

A displeased growl comes from the back of his throat, eyes snapping open with a glowing green. “Mc, move! Please!” 

Slowly, the halo above his head began to flicker and dim before it shattered, dissipating in the air. Another growl escaped him as his wings followed suit, tail lashing out like a whip. 

“That’s it— c’mon-!” You gasped when he yanked you forwards, chest pressing against his as his tail locked you in place. The only sounds that could leave you now were broken moans as he fucked you almost viciously. 

“You know how I feel about you fucking. teasing. me. Feels good doesn’t it? Yeah? Cause I’m not stopping. ‘M not stopping until I physically can’t fuck you anymore— fuck, I needed you.” 

†

Unabashed moans echo off the walls of Asmo’s bathroom as the fifth born writhes under your touch. The sound of water sloshing makes his cheeks burn fiery red and the sound of you moaning back at him makes it even worse. 

“W-wait! You d-don’t have to— oh!” 

“Shh, Azzy…’m just taking care of you. You were so hard and aching…could see it even though you tried to hide under the water.” 

The white feathers ruffled with pleasure (slowly shedded away and turning back), hips jerking frantically to chase the pleasure. The bangle’s magic was completely buried under how hot you made him feel and the feeling of you licking along the edges of his leathery wings increased it ten fold. 

“Yes, Mc, like that— don’t stop, just like that, just like that!” Amso curled over on you, horns knocking against your shoulder as he cried out even louder. 

You fisted his cock harder and swiped your thumb over the tip relentlessly, “Yeah? Made you feel so good, you corrupted yourself, huh? Pretty little Azzy…come on, cum.” 

The squeal he let out cracked halfway through, broken cries of your name following like a mantra. His hand encased yours, making sure you didn’t stop jerking him off. 

“K-keep going, don’t stop! Wanna cum for you again ‘n again, gotta make up for when I was giving you away to the others, please, please, let me cum again for you!”

†

“H-haaah…ah! M-Mc…what’re you..o-oh..doing?” 

“You said it made you happier seeing others get to eat, so…” you hummed, licking your lips before digging your tongue back into the slit of his cock, “I’m just..enjoying my meal…” 

Beel had always lost his cool when you went down on him, finding your mouth to be too good at pleasuring him. The growl he let out was something only a demon could make. 

The glowing of the bangle did nothing to deter you— in fact, you only laughed and peered up at him with the red sin of gluttony swirling through your irises. With another hum, you enveloped his cock in your mouth and forced your head as far down as you could, swallowing around him. 

He tried so hard to not buck into your mouth or grip at your head as the magic worked to keep his ravenous nature at bay, but…that’s just not who he was anymore. 

“C’mon, Beelie…want you to cum in my mouth, I wanna taste you..pretty please? Let me have it…” 

A low groan fell past his lips, hips finally jerking up and accidentally making you choke. A rushed apology was given as his fingers tangled in your hair and gently guided your head at a faster pace. 

The beating of his insectual wings was rapid as he got closer, magic completely dissipating when he let out a sound akin to a small roar, grabbing at his own horns when he came. 

Watching you pull away with visibly stuffed cheeks, slowly working on swallowing it all (though drops still ran down your chin) made a sharp pang shoot through him. 

“Thank you…you always make me feel so good, Mc…but..now ‘m hungry. Let me return the favor..wanna taste you too.” 

†

“A-are you sure…this is o-okay?” Belphie chokes out quietly, hands pressing down on your hips to keep you pinned to the bed with your knees bent to your sides. 

Your fingers curl in the sheets, body lurching forward at each thrust, “yeah, ‘s okay— feels good, doesn’t it? You’re doing so good, Bel…” 

The clipped whines and gasps that Belphie was making made his cheeks flair with an embarrassed flush; but you were right. It felt so. fucking. good. And he didn’t think he ever wanted to stop. 

Through the pleasure, it was easy to ignore the glowing bangle on his wrist and the voice in the back of his head telling him that he should have more reservations- that he shouldn’t be doing this— that voice wasn’t even his. Belphie wanted this, he did! 

As your hands stretched back to claw at his lower stomach, you moaned out his name and wiggled your hips, begging him to go faster. 

“Please, Bel…know you can go f-faster than this, want you to fuck me— please, please, please! Don’t wan’ you to be an angel, want you to be my demon again-!” 

Magic cracked in the air, sending the hair on the back of your neck rising before a familiar tail curled around your stomach and yanked your lower half higher up, forcing your chest further into the mattress. 

The attic bed creaked with the force he slammed into you at, whines mixing with growls now; his horns pressed against your skin as he rested his forehead against your back, making it arch even more.  “Yeah? You want me to fuck you senseless again? Couldn’t even go a couple days without having me play with you, fuck, you’re such a slut for me.”