#satan x gn!mc

[plnkdemon]

I HAVE HEARD IT SAID THAT LOVE TURNS PEOPLE SOFT BUT I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE BRUTAL.

satan x gn!mc (but this is personal venting, so written to express the trauma of repressed female rage)

cw/tw: nothing, mc’s inner thoughts could be read as self-critical, one implication of trauma from family

please let me know if i’ve missed anything

“i’m not interested in being easy on the eyes. i want them to flinch, think twice before they reach out their callous hands to bruise. i want to be a constant reminder to men that not everything is theirs for the taking.”

“you’re beautiful,” satan whispers through the seam in the door. in my head we’re both sat with our backs against the wood like our very own scene from a movie, iconographic and symbolic of two sides of the same coin or some other allegorical bullshit that would make reality seem more impactful to the audience. “i mean, you always are but you make wrath look so breathtaking. i’ve never felt that way about my sin until i saw it on you.”

the echo of my laughter sounds watery and defeated. “it’s a family heirloom,” i admit to the image in my head of him.

“generational trauma. i read an article about that.”

cautiously, i slide my hand across the tiles so that my fingertips brush against his that still peek out from beneath the door. unlike the movie screen in my mind, his hand feels warm and calloused and his index finger has a groove from a scar long since healed.

“satan?” i call out even though i know he’s still there.

“yes?” he answers dutifully.

“do you hate me?” the question itches my throat from the raw vulnerability, but his presence gives me hope that one day i’d be able to speak like this face to face without feeling like acid is burning me from the inside out.

“no — “ his fingers curl around my own. “ — even when i hate you, i don’t hate you. even when i get so angry i could kill you, i can’t bring myself to leave a scratch on you. i love you when it’s easy and when it’s unbearable. even when we both hate each other, i’m completely and unconditionally in love with you.”

my breath catches as a sob escapes me. for once i don’t second-guess my rationality or trustfulness. instead, i believe him and while i’m still alone in that tiny bathroom with chipped tiles and stained grout, it doesn’t feel like i have to be anymore. satan’s hand flounders for a second when i pull away — most likely anxious that he’s said the wrong thing or revealed too much — until i turn the handle and open the door, falling into his arms with no doubt that he’ll catch me.

[minteyeddevil]

Prompt: “Oh, now you’ve done it.”

Satan x GN!MC, Smut

“Oh, now you’ve done it.”

Your laughter echoed off the walls of his bedroom, as you bolted around his cluttered desk and out of the reach of his outstretched hands. He stood from his bed fast enough to make the books cluttered on it fall off, as he practically leaped across the room to give chase to you.

You had sauntered up to him leisurely napping on his bed, a book covering his face. You slowly reached out to take the said book off his face, only to close it and give his forehead a good smack with it. He woke with a snort, almost falling off his bed initially, and his eyes took a moment to adjust as you came to view in his blurry vision. You waved the book back and forth at him, as if you were taunting a giant bull with a red flag.

He gave a toothy smirk in return; oh, you were so in for it now.

You had managed to keep some distance from him as you took off up the stairs, hoping to reach your bedroom in time to slam the door shut on him; but he managed to catch up to you, blocking the door before you could close it. His hand wrapped around your wrist, and he managed to push himself through your hold on the door, successfully pining you to it with your arm locked behind your back. He pressed himself flush against you, sandwiching you between his chest and the door. His free hand came up to your face, making you turn your head back a bit to make eye contact with him.

“Waking me in such a way, MC? How rude of you.”

The deep tone of his voice made you physically shiver against him, and he pressed closer to your back.

“If you wanted my attention, you could just wake me and ask me nicely.”

He let go of your arm and chin, both hands now focused on running down your sides and sliding to your front soon after. He undid your pants, tugging them down along with your underwear, just enough to expose your bottom for him. One hand slid between your thighs, feather-light touches grazing your sex as he kept you against the door.

“Guess if you desire my attention so badly I can give it to you right here.”

His fingers slid against your entrance, rubbing along the hole, making you press your thighs together and wiggle against him. You could feel the bugle of his pants against your bottom, and you purposely rubbed against him, eliciting a low growl by your ear. He teased you further, until he pulled his fingers away to lather them in his saliva, pressing them back to your entrance to prep you. He used his other hand to undo his jeans, letting his cock free and press against you. You wiggled back against him and gave a small, needy groan.

“Satan, please...!”

“Impatient little thing, aren’t you?” he whispered against your ear, as you felt his cock nestle between your thighs.

He rolled his hips lazily against you, letting you feel him just close enough to make you groan for more. His tip barely grazed your entrance, the slightest touch meeting your needy hole. You bowed your back, pressing your bottom further against him in hopes he would take the the hint and stop teasing you; which much to your delight, he did.

Both hands gripping tightly at your hips, he adjusted his own to have the tip of his cock graze your entrance, and slowly push it in. Your eyes slammed shut as he finally filled you, your back bowing even further to allow him full access inside you. His breath was a hiss at the side of your face, as he slowly pulled out only to slam right back in.

“Always so tight for me,” he growled once more by your ear, a hand clawing up your side, along your rib-cage and cupping your chest. You gasped loudly when he pushed in a little deeper, making you see white behind your closed eyelids. His pace picked up than, making your head lull forward against the door as he kept your bottom flush to his pelvic bone.

Your nails seemed to dig into the wood of the door as you came, his name a high moan in your throat. Your tightening walls and squeezing thighs pushed him over his own edge, as he bottomed out inside you, filling you with his cum.

He stayed against you, helping hold you up with his frame, until you were able to settle on your own wobbly legs. He slowly pulled out of you than, wrapping his arms around your waist as he helped you walk over to your bed, plopping down together in a sweaty heap.

He helped you strip out of your clothes, as you did for him in return, and he pulled you close to nuzzle and nip at your neck. You could feel his renewed vigor pressing against the side of your thigh.

“Hope you are ready for another round, MC...”

[puppymammon]

nsfw//gn reader//afab satan//petplay & breeding

“When I said… I wanted to do this… I wanted… you to be the one to dress as a cat.” You watched as Satan quietly fumed in his chair, gripping the edge of his skirt angrily.

You sat on his bed, amused. “You put it on, Satan. Drop the act already.”

Satan’s face steadily grew red. He held up a hand to cover his face from your view. “….”

“C’mere,” you said, making a little noise with your tongue as if he were a real cat. He shot you a look but rose from his seat regardless.

He went to sit on your two legs, onto your lap, but you slid the left one away right in time so he was left straddling your right.

You took a hand up to fiddle with the bell on his collar, staring into his eyes as you heard his shaky breaths. You slid two fingers under the lace and abruptly pulled, causing him to slide forward. He let out a gasp, his back straightening up.

He closed his eyes, breaths getting louder as he allowed himself to start to gently grind down onto your lap. “Is that enough for you, kitten? Or would you rather use my mouth instead?”

Satan let out a strangled noise and rose a hand to cover his mouth.

“Aw, does my kitty want his pretty little pussy licked?” You peered down at Satan, watching as he tried to grind against your thigh harder.

“Please!” he gasped out, weakly reaching out for your forearm. “Oh, please!” Your thigh clearly wasn’t quite enough for him, his hips coming down rougher and rougher as time went on.

“Hm… or would you like to breed me? Or do you want to be the one bred?” You raised your thigh, watching in delight when he let out a choked noise.

“I want… I want anything. Anything you’ll give me.”

[spacemooshroom]

I can see through you

Chapter 1 (you're here) Chapter 2

Satan/gn! MC (they/them pronouns)

Third person POV (both Satan and MC)

2280 words

Kind of angst?? I guess?? It's more of an exploration of Satan and MC's feelings at the beginning of Nightbringer

At first, MC was far more concerned about going back to their time rather than rebuilding their relationships, but Nightbringer, the cause of all their current troubles, had specifically "explained" that rebuilding their relationships was exactly what they had to do.

And it wasn't exactly easy.

The hardest person to get close to was, in fact, the person in a situation similar to theirs:

Satan.

Uhh not really spoilers tbh except for a brief mention about Simeon's situation in the late lessons of the og Obey me and uhh spoilers for one of the early lessons in NB? Early as in around lesson 8 I can't be bothered to check which one rn

This is my first time posting my writing anywhere so please be nice lmao

Also english isn't my first language so there's that

Yeah so I haven't gotten very far in Nightbringer but I got this idea about how Satan and MC were in similar situations in NB and thus this was born

This part is purely platonic but I do intend to make it romantic as it goes on so yeah enjoy :))

It was quite a bizarre situation.

Bizarre as in familiar and unfamiliar all the same.

MC couldn't help being reminded of when they first arrived at the Devildom- as a human exchange student and not as a lost and confused demon; Lucifer and his brothers were wary of them again, Luke was complaining about the demons, Simeon was trying to make the best of a bad deal, Diavolo and Barbatos seemed all too pleased with the situation MC had found themselves in, and Solomon was... still shady.

All of that felt familiar, but unfamiliar feelings started with their new room, at their new house, with their new roommate.

Who would have thought MC would come to miss the ruckus at the House of Lamentation?

And sure, it was funny to see Mammon and Luke bicker with each other; the young angel calling Mammon all sorts of pg-7 insults while the demon answered back with the same type of insults, but MC felt a pang of pain in their chest every time it was at them who Luke looked at with fear in his eyes, when it used to be them who Luke would go at seeking refugee from the demons "torturing" him.

And seeing Simeon so nostalgic felt strange as well, especially knowing the fate that the Simeon from their time fared.

It once was MC who asked millions of questions to Diavolo and Barbatos, while it was now the pair who tried to pry answers from them; answers they either didn't have or were strictly forbidden by Solomon to share.

Lying to all of them, to their family was the worst feeling in the world.

And even after revealing the truth about their nature, they still felt guilt.

And it felt even worse to see everyone around them with their already built relationships, something MC would have to make from scratch all over again.

At first, MC was far more concerned about going back to their time rather than rebuilding their relationships, but Nightbringer, the cause of all their current troubles, had specifically "explained" that rebuilding their relationships was exactly what they had to do.

And it wasn't exactly easy.

The hardest person to get close to was, in fact, the person in a situation similar to theirs:

Satan.

The young demon wanted nothing to do with his "brothers" or the angels or the demon prince and his butler or the shady sorcerer said butler hated for some unknown reason.

And especially, he wanted nothing to do with his "attendant" who was supposed to help him around the Devildom.

Satan didn't want help.

He wanted the exact opposite, in fact.

Rage consumed him day and night. His own rage confused him and exhausted him.

His mere existence was as exhausting for him as it was for his brothers.

None of them wanted to care for him, and the feeling was mutual.

What did Satan truly want? He didn't know, but he did know that whatever was going on in his life at the moment was not it.

Half his life wasn't even his own, it was part of an angel-turned-demon who due to his rage, created a being on his own and had the pride to call his, his brother.

Satan loathed Lucifer as much as he loathed himself. Hating Lucifer made his rage complete; his whole existence, his whole being was consumed by his own rage.

And he was punished by his rage.

Punished by his own nature.

Satan felt as if his brothers hated his mere existence, as if all they could make out of him was his rage.

Was it all that made him?

His rage? His resentment?

He wished he knew.

He felt like a stranger in his own body, in his own mind.

He hated feeling this way. He hated feeling like an extension of someone's worst feelings, and he absolutely despised anyone else viewing him as such.

He was a stranger in his own body, in his own mind, in his own family.

And MC could relate to that.

The way they presented themselves to the brothers and to everyone else made them feel strange, distant, different.

They were both strangers in the place they were placed at, neither of them feeling like they belonged, neither of them wanting to belong, yet both of them being forced to find themselves amongst everyone else.

MC knew how Satan felt. They knew very well about Satan's insecurities and fears, as he had laid them out to them.

He didn't feel like a stranger in his family in the present time anymore, yet MC recalled Satan telling them just how horrible it was for him when he was just created.

They could see it in him, how he would purposely distance himself from his family so as to not make them boil over, to not make himself boil over.

And they hated seeing him like this. Satan did distance himself from his brothers every once in a while in their time; whenever he felt close to bursting, but he was able to control it fairly well.

But in the past? Satan was still figuring out the mechanics of being alive and how to handle himself.

Which is why more often than not he ended up being chained up in a closet by his brothers.

MC empathized with him the most. And so they tried to get close to him.

But he didn't make it easy.

He hated the idea of being alive, yet he hated the idea of having someone help him how the whole being alive thing worked.

He snapped at MC every time they approached him, and he did everything he could to stay away from them.

But they didn't make it easy.

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It was still early. The sky was still an orange-purple-ish tone, and the birds were starting to sing their song. Half of his brothers were still in bed, yet there it was, the knocking on the door Satan had come to know.

Tap-tippytaptap-tap-tap

The knocking on the door he had come to hate.

He let out a groan from his place in the dining room, where he sat alone, and walked down the hallway to receive the attendant.

When they first started coming, Satan didn't even respond to their knocking, but he had learned that if they were left waiting at the door for long enough, their tap-tippytaptap-tap-tap's only got louder and louder the longer they were left waiting.

If they were waiting long enough, they just started calling their D.D.D.s.

One by one.

Besides, if he purposely left the attendant waiting outside, Lucifer would just yell at him as soon as he found out they weren't let in as soon as they arrived.

Yeah, Satan didn't need to deal with the guy's yelling so early on.

So, despite his disgust and complete discontent to receive them, he went to open the door.

And there he found them.

His annoying attendant, a smile on their face as soon as the door was opened.

"Good morning, Satan! How did you sleep today?"

Their cheery tone annoyed him to no end.

"Good"

It wasn't true, but he had learned that if he told the truth, and told them that he was plagued by nightmares about memories that didn't even belong to him all night long, they would just start asking him questions about his wellbeing and listing remedies he could try against insomnia.

Their smile just got wider.

"Great!"

After that, they both went silent.

If they were expecting him to ask how their night was, they'd be waiting until the cows came home.

Despite his reluctance to have a conversation, their smile never faded, and they went on to say:

"So, may I come in?"

Satan shrugged, feeling the anger bubbling up in him already.

He stepped aside without saying a word, and they entered the house with a bounce to their step.

He shut the door behind him, and turned around to go back to the dining room when the attendant said:

"By the way, I have something for you"

He turned around, a dumbfounded "what?" leaving him and a puzzled expression on his face.

It was only then that he noticed the book they were carrying.

He approached them, eyeing the book warily.

It was fairly old and torn, the leather covers eaten away by time.

MC presented the book to him, a grin plastered on their face at his curious expression.

On the cover, there was the engraving of a cat, laying down on a meadow.

Satan traced the engraving with his fingers, mesmerized by the creature portrayed in it.

"What is...?"

"Solomon has a lot of books in Cocytus Hall," they started explaining. "I was looking around the library the other day, when I found this book. I asked Solomon about it, and he explained to me that it's the story of the day-to-day life of a man through his cat's eyes"

Satan's eyes started to glimmer with their words.

"I skimmed through it, and found it quite interesting. It depicts the life of this man, with a life most mundane, but from his cat's point of view, his life suddenly becomes much more exciting"

"Solomon is also a fan of cats, you see," they smiled. "He read this book a long time ago, and when he explained to me what it was about, the first thing I thought about was you"

Satan started at their words.

"Me?" He asked. "Why would you think of me?"

The attendant giggled. By Diavolo, he hated them.

"What do you mean 'why would I think of you?'? I recall how fascinated you were with that cat we found a few days ago"

Satan recalled their meeting. They talked for a while and he got to pet a creature he had come to love in a short amount of time, a cat.

"I assume you already made your research about cats," They were right, of course, but why would they assume that about him? And how were they right about him? "So, I figured, now that you know more about them, you'd be interested in this book"

They presented him the book once again, and he hesitated before taking it.

"Is it really okay for me to have it? I mean, I don't want Solomon up my ass for keeping one of his books"

They let out a laugh, and their eyes crinkled on the corners and glimmered with mirth.

Foul.

"I specifically asked him if you could have it, and he assured me he was happy you'd have it. He did, however, ask me to ask you to tell him what you thought about the book after you read it"

He scoffed.

"Sure, I'll let him know"

Their eyes softened.

"And do let me know if you enjoy the book as well. I haven't read it myself, so I might ask you to lend it to me once you finish it"

He shrugged again.

"Sure, I will"

They gave him a smile and then they both went silent once again.

"I'll go check on Lucifer, then"

Like clockwork, every morning they were there, they would first go to Lucifer's office to ask him about their plans that day, so they could schedule their day according to theirs.

Satan nodded, and they started walking down the hallway with that bounce on their step again when he croaked:

"MC?"

They turned around, shock in their face that went away as fast as it appeared.

"Yes?"

"Thank you, for, uh- the book"

What?

They grinned at him.

"You're welcome!"

They turned back around and disappeared around a corner.

What was that?

Why did he stutter?

And why did he thank them?

He looked down at the book in his hands, and stared at the intricate design on the cover.

He opened the book and skimmed through the pages. Despite the cover appearing old and withered, its pages were in perfect condition.

Perhaps Solomon had placed a spell on it to keep its contents intact.

Whatever the case, Satan was glad to have something new to read.

It was written in a human language he identified as sumerian.

He was still perfecting his human language knowledge, but he felt confident enough to be able to read it.

And even then, he enjoyed a challenge.

He couldn't wait to get started in his new book.

He walked the path to his room, a light smile on his face.

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"Sure, I'd love to give it to him, but don't you want to read it first?"

"Solomon," they started "I don't know sumerian"

"And are you sure Satan does?"

"The Satan from our time definitely does"

Solomon was taken aback. "How do you know he knows sumerian?"

"Because he once lent me a book that was written in sumerian, and when I tried to explain to him that I didn't know the language, he just said: 'what do you mean you don't know sumerian? You're a human, and besides, sumerian is very easy to learn'"

"He's right, though," Solomon teased "what are they teaching in school nowadays that you don't know sumerian?"

"It's a dead language!"

"Latin is also a dead language, but you do study it in school"

"Okay, yeah, I'm not doing this"

Solomon chuckled and ruffled their hair.

"You know I'm just teasing"

They rolled their eyes and smiled.

"So, can I take it to Satan then?"

"Of course" he smiled "I'm sure he'll like the gesture"

MC sighed. "I really hope so"

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"So do you want me to teach you sumerian?"

"I do need you to help me read the book once Satan finishes it"

"So you do want me to teach you sumerian"

"Okay, fine! Whatever!"

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This had me searching for the world's oldest languages and yeah sumerian is one of them, if you didn't know

This is me trying to make a sense of the canon timeline even though it is a complete mess but anyway yeah Solomon managed to own a book written in sumerian. Don't think too much about it

I'd really appreciate feedback and just comments so if you have anything to say just do so thank you :))

[totally-original-artist]

Cuddles with Satan

Note: Saw that one devilgram where i think satan and mc were snuggling on a beanbag?? not sure, it was on youtube tho, mammon and levi threw a hissy fit over it so i decided to write this.

You wrap your hands around his shoulders, pulling him a little closer to you. Resting your cheek on his hair you let out a large sigh and sink further into the beanbag, relaxing your whole body you feel yourself getting drowsy. The man in your arms has already fallen asleep so you didn't see any reason you couldn't do the same.

You feel his steady breaths against your neck, sure signs that your feelings of comfort were shared. You couldn't help but bear a small smile seeing him in such a state. Who would've thought the avatar of wrath himself could look so peaceful while he slept? Just as your eyes start to flutter shut, you feel him shift in his sleep.

Satan groans as he turns his head to look at your, half lidded eyes quivering, struggling to stay open. You normally would've laughed see him squint like this but your body was too tired, you end up simply letting out a happy sigh.

"Time...?" He asks groggily, squeezing his eyes shut and opening them in a attempt to see better. You regret leaving the lights on in the library, you two were sure to get a earful from Lucifer the next day. And yet, your exhaustion outweighed your fear of a lecture so you stayed put.

"It's late, but I'm not sure if either of us have the energy to walk back to our rooms." Satan lets out a whine, he props himself on one elbow, scanning the room for his phone.

"We...should be studying...hng."

"No." You stated stubbornly, Satan squints at you in confusion. "It's late, we'll study tomorrow, the test is next week we'll be fine." Hearing this, he scoffs, furrowing his eyebrows in an attempt to glare at you.

"I will be fine, I'm not too sure about yo-" and he get's cut off by a yawn. "...you though.." He almost looked like a cat then, you move so you're lying on your back and gently cup his cheek in one hand.

"Cute." Satan just let's out an ineligible sound and plops face down on your chest. You here a muffled 'shut up' right after. Cute, you think to yourself once more.

Satan slowly lifts his head up, meeting you with a light pink tint on his cheeks. He doesn't say anything, just looking at you with a pout, you stare back with an amused smile. With a sigh he averts his gaze, adjusting his body so he's fully lying on top of you, letting his arms loosely wrap around your neck. "Night..." He whispers.

You settle your hands on his back, then leaning forward you place a small kiss on his head. "Good night."

And before you knew it, sleep took over your body. It didn't bother you that the lights were on, neither did you bother you that you had no blanket. All that mattered was that you were here, holding the love of your life in your arms. What more could you want?

[my-names-angel-but-im-not-one]

Petty mc #4

*everyone playing the guessing game in HOL*

MC: alright guys guess who am I?

Everyone: okay!

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

Everyone:

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

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

[slutifer]

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

Lucifer: is that a fuckin’ threat

[luxthestrange]

Incorrect quotes#908 Sacrifice...

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

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

Asmo: No.

Mc: I could get naked

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

[hyperfixat]

How they show affection, demon brothers!

roughly ~700 words :3 side characters ver

Mammon bites.

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

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

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

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

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

Satan headbutts.

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

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

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

Lucifer purrs.

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

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

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

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

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

Asmodeus rattles.

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

“MC!” [aggressive rattling]

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

Cutie Patootie!!

Belphegor licks.

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

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

You, as one does when startled, screamed.

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

Beelzebub bites and buzzes.

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

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

Leviathan purrs(?).

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

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

Bonus for Memphis, TN. (Mephisto)

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

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

[strawberry-cowmilk]

playing with the brothers' hair

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: none

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Lucifer

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

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

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

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

Mammon

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

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

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

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

Leviathan

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

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

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

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

Satan

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

maybe he can even read to you

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

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

one time he actually fell asleep while you were doing it

Asmodeus

he's been waiting for this moment

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

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

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

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

Beelzebub

of course he lets you play with his hair

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

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

it really helps him relax after his intense workouts

Belphegor

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

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

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

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

[daydreameroftheunreals]

I was thinking about...

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

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

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

[plnkdemon]

NEW AND A BIT ALARMING

satan x gn!mc inspired by beauty and the beast (could be read as platonic but written as romantic) spoilers for season one but also this is non-canon compliant, interpret that how you will. uses my own pact headcanons. tw/cw: references to satan threatening mc (non-descriptive), mention of satan harming humans in the past (non-descriptive), idiots in love, terrible writing, no beta we die like mc please let me know if anything is missing.

Satan’s experiencing an internal debate, a tennis ball bouncing from court to court with enough speed and for long enough that a persistent vertigo plagues him. Ever since he’d threatened you he’d felt terrible, much worse than he could have anticipated. Initially, their hands were filled with the ridiculous body swap situation for him to think about it. The day had culminated in him once again asking for a pact with you with purer intentions, which he’d assumed was why you’d accepted.

In the moment, to Satan, the pact felt like a more than satisfactory apology. After all, giving someone else consent and trusting them with the power to control you and harass your power… is a lot. So much trust and care went into a pact – which he now understood – but after a few days to think about it, he’d started to worry. You had accepted, sure, but that doesn’t explicitly mean that you forgive his less than trustworthy behavior or even that he’s earned that forgiveness in your eyes. For all he knows, you could have only agreed to ensure he never followed up on those threats because if there’s one thing Satan knows about humans, it’s their incredible dedication to surviving even when all the odds are stacked against them. In the Devildom, that certainly applies to you.

Through the pact, he can feel discontent (or he thinks it’s discontent, but this is his first pact and no matter how much he reads about them, nothing compares to firsthand experience). It’s definitely a negative emotion, though, and Satan feels a deep need to do something to fix it. He thinks the others feel the same way if their nervous fluttering about you is any indication. Each of them is seemingly trying to help in… their own way, so to say. Asmo is showering you in self-care (more accurately, Asmo-care, because he rarely lets you do it yourself), Beel is uncharacteristically restraining himself at dinner and prompting you to get seconds, Levi is arranging gaming marathons that actually include someone other than himself at an incredible rate, and Mammon is spending half of his allowance on watches, rings, stuffed animals, coats, and basically anything that you eyes rest on for longer than a few seconds.

That’s how Satan ended up here, anxiously loitering outside your door, raising and lowering his hand as the tennis ball continues to bounce from court to court… Just as he’s about to break the door simply for being the symbol of his indecisiveness, he feels a gentle thrum in his chest. For a moment, he stops dead in his tracks in confusion before he realizes its origin: the other end of your pact. You’re calling to him.

Gingerly, he twists the knob, opening the door to the still unfamiliar room littered with pillows, softly scented candles that float in the air, and twisting vines that create a makeshift canopy to your bed. In the low lighting of your room, he finds you lounging across the comforter, DDD in hand but your attention on the demon who just entered.

“I didn’t think you’d ever come in,” you tease, tossing the phone to the side.

Satan’s cheeks flush with an emotion he never knew he could experience: embarrassment. “You… knew I was out there the whole time?” He asks and quietly shuts the door behind him. With the new information, he’s even more doubtful of his place in your personal space leaving him with an awkward uncertainty of where he’s allowed. Thankfully, you pat the bed, and he carefully sits on the edge while he rethinks every choice that led him to this point.

“Hm, sort of,” you answer. “I can kind of… sense the proximity of you guys. When you’re all the way in town or in the class next to me, but it's not like sonar. I can’t see your exact locations.”

“Oh, that’s quite useful…” It takes a second for him to regain composure and remember his purpose for coming here. “I actually have something I’d like to show you, if you aren’t busy of course.” He hopes that he doesn’t sound as stiff as he feels. If his attempt to make you feel more at home only makes you more uncomfortable then he’d have to move to another realm and change his name or something equally as dramatic.

“Sure,” you acquiesce without complaint, allowing Satan to take your hand and guide you from the room.

While he never thought himself capable of embarrassment, he now has to worry whether or not his body would betray him by making his palms sweaty or some other nonsense. The last thing he needs right now is clammy hands while he holds your… much smaller, and much softer hand. He’s getting distracted now. Great.

You let him take the lead and follow him through the dim hallways, putting your trust in the slightly tangled and confused feelings of hope and apprehension that you can sense from the demon. Satan glances back at you often, as though concerned that you wouldn’t still be there despite holding your hand, which you have to acknowledge as pretty adorable, especially from the Lord of Wrath. Adorable, huh…? The thought catches you off-guard. You have half a mind to tell yourself off, remind yourself of the cruel words he ruthlessly and unabashedly threw at you for simply denying him something. Satan is cold and dangerous, not to be trusted even from Lucifer’s own words and one of the first warnings you received upon arriving to the Devildom.

In spite of all that, you can’t help but smile a little at his persistence in ensuring you haven’t left him. Whatever he’s leading you to must be important because he’s never sought you out since the day your pact was formed and never had before then.

“Ah, here we are,” he says breathlessly, sounding relieved and more anxious than ever before. He nods to himself, releasing your hand to use both of his to swing the double doors open. Past the doorway, a room you’ve never seen before is revealed and your breath is stolen right out of your lungs, catching in your throat.

The room is more brightly lit than the hallways that had been dimmed for the evening hours, providing more lighting for the contents within: incredibly large and overflowing shelves full of books, from what looks like any topic you could possibly want. Even more books are stacked at the edges, on top of the books in the shelves, and on the couch and chairs that fill the space.

You wander inside, mouth agape but quickly spreading into a wide grin as you take in the entirety of what is apparently the House of Lamentations library. An uncontrollable burst of laughter bursts from you, and while you continue to fill up with joy, you suddenly become aware of a feeling that isn’t your own. Replacing what was once anxiety, is now relief and, if you aren’t mistaken, giddiness coming from the demon who led you to this room.

You spin around, finding him watching you from the doorway where he still hasn’t moved with a matching smile to your own that nearly takes your breath for a second time. You don’t stop yourself this time when you observe just how handsome Satan is when he looks so happy, and for once in your time in the Devildom, you aren’t concerned about the ulterior motives behind a demon’s actions.

“This is incredible,” you say, returning your attention to the shelves that must be at least 12 feet tall. You lightly drag your fingers along the spines of one row, giggling at the possibilities that lie binded into each of them.

“I’m glad you’re pleased.” He clears his throat and finally steps into the room to join your exploration. “I know my brothers were trying to make you feel more comfortable here using things that make them happy, so I thought I might give it a try.” He’s read every book in here – some more than once – but seeing your astonishment makes him look at them in a new light. He picks up a book that was haphazardly topping one of the many towers of novels that marked the end of each row, and blushes when he recognizes the familiar cover to a romance he’d read a few years back. A new light, he thinks, faithfully returning it to an empty slot amongst the others.

“I’ve always loved reading,” you comment as you reach the end of the aisle. “Thank you, Satan. This means a lot to me.” You turn to face him, gifting him a softer smile than the wide and blinding one you had when you first entered. This one specifically for him, not for the discovery or for surprise.

His hand is still resting on the spine of the book he’d just shelved. “I could offer a few recommendations, some places to start?” Satan’s thankful for his quick thinking, because he’s still a bit stunned from the realization that you’ve never looked at him this way before.

Your eyes crinkle at the suggestion, nodding immediately. “I’d like that very much.”

-`ღ´-

For days – and before either of you notice, weeks – you both spend most of your free time amongst the books that you’re speeding through almost as quickly as Satan himself. Although your time is… limited to say the least, spread thinly between the five brothers, Satan is grateful for the moments spent together which are rarely interrupted due to his family’s aversion to reading.

“Here it is! The sequel I was telling you about,” Satan calls for you and hears you dutifully follow his voice.

Due to your human stature, the top shelves were out of reach unless you were to attempt bouldering your way up them (Satan was quick to have you promise to fetch him if something were ever out of reach after finding you attempting to scale the shelves one time). As a wingless demon, Satan makes use of his tail to reach the farthest most books, but he’s very mindful of the sharp edges that line it while he grabs the one you both were searching for.

His tail relaxes, lowering with the book within its grasp and unconsciously extending it in your direction. He thinks nothing of it while his eyes scan the neighboring books for the rest of the series until he feels a soft touch. On his tail.

Immediately, his head jerks to the side, the rest of his limbs stock still in fear of what he’s expecting. To his amazement, you seem entirely unfazed, your hands simply brushing the end of his tail as you retrieve the book from its hold. Satan is searching your body for any signs of stress or pain and your face for the telltale fear that he knows like the back of his hand. He doesn’t think a human has ever come in contact with him, let alone his tail, without begging for their life and yet, you don’t flinch at his touch.

You’re flipping the novel over to read the backside while your other hand lightly strokes along the very tops of the vertebrae that form the tip. “Thank you, Satan,” you say, sending him a quick smile before making your way back to the seating area, unknowingly leaving said demon awestruck in the middle of the shelves.

When his mind catches up with reality, it takes all of his self-control (which he luckily has quite a lot of) not to jump in place or make any humiliating noises that would be reminiscent of a high school-age human girl.

-`ღ´-

After having bonded quite closely over your shared love of books, you realize that the two of you have rarely ventured outside of the four walls of the HoL’s library together. It doesn’t bother you — the room has very quickly become your favorite place to be, so you have absolutely no criticisms regarding that or, unexpectedly, for the only other person who visits as frequently as you do — though, you find yourself curious if Satan would accompany you somewhere if asked.

Your relationship is still in its infancy, but the wariness you once wore like a piece of armor around him is long since forgotten. In its place is a warm and comforting domesticity, something far too lovely for you to question out of fear of scaring it away. That keeps you from initiating anything different from your usual routine, safely cradled in between the stacks of books and fed by the mutual peeks at the other between the shelves.

Your book is open in your lap, a finger tracing the edge as if toying with the idea of flipping to the next page even though you’ve yet to read the current one no matter how many times your eyes pass over the words. Instead, your mind is elsewhere… a café, a bookstore, a cat shelter, the bar Asmo had shown you that was too quiet for his liking but perfect for you… The only thing typing each location together is the person with you —

“What are you thinking about?” Satan’s voice shakes you from your daydream.

“What?” You’re still halfway in between naming the kitten in your head and focusing your eyes on the blonde next to you.

His investigative gaze trails over you, searching for something you aren’t sure if you’re ready for him to find. “You’ve been distracted all day, and you’ve been stuck on the same page since I joined you,” he observes. While he still seems oblivious to the fact that your daydreams had drifted to him with remarkable ease, he’s on his way to figuring it out.

You force laughter, praying for him to interpret it as natural. “Yeah, jus’ lost in the clouds,” you suggest. Satan is often caught off guard by silly human idioms, but this time he seems to catch onto your trick, shaking his head as if to rid it of the questions that already started forming.

“Hm…” He continues observing you, now more suspicious to your dismay. Just as you’re opening your mouth to end the painful silence, he snaps his own book closed and places it aside. “Let’s go out. My friend offered me his reservations at Ristorante Six after something came up.” He stands, reaching down to pull you out of the plush cushions after him.

“What?” You’re starting to feel like a broken record.

“Go get dressed to go out. I’ll meet you in twenty, that should give us plenty of time before the reservation,” Satan plows forward without giving you time to comprehend. With the soft smile that you selfishly hope is only reserved for you, he nudges you into action and you can’t find it in yourself to be particularly annoyed.

Silently, you do as he says, finding your room, meticulously searching your closet, and taking a quick detour to the en-suite bathroom for any last touches in the mirror. When you make it to the top of the stairs, Satan is already waiting at the front door, distracted by a notification on his DDD. Your shoes make a soft click against the first stair but the house echoes the noise and draws his attention to you descending the staircase.

As long as you’ve lived in this realm, it really wouldn’t surprise you if the house had some form of sentience and had purposefully become more of an echo chamber than any regular old house because you could swear your steps had never been as loud as this before. The demon that you steadily make your ways towards appears unbothered by it, though, as he watches you with a hawk-like stare.

Satan has to consciously close his mouth which had fallen open upon seeing you. Given only twenty minutes, he never imagined you could manage to pull a look like this together. If he had anticipated something like this, he would’ve given you two minutes, simply because on a regular day you managed to make his heart skip a beat. Looking like this, you very well might give him the demon equivalent of an arrhythmia. If you dare smile at him too sweetly he’s certain that this dinner will end with him face first in his salad bowl due to cardiac arrest.

He meets you at the bottom, extending an elbow for you to take if you wish. Satan’s unprepared for the feeling of your hands around his bicep even though he was the one who initiated. Although, there’s hardly a better way to die, he figures.

“Shall we?” He asks, voice quiet to avoid disturbing the peace around you both.

“We shall.” You give a cheeky grin that only grows wider when you notice the pink tint along his cheekbones. This delicate feeling, something you fretted over breaking, is perhaps stronger than you ever realized. Walking with your arms hooked together and steps in sync, it seems silly to worry about now, because there’s no one you’d rather be with and something tells you that Satan feels the exact same.

-`ღ´-

“They’re actually doing it!” Levi whisper-shouts. “This is just like I Thought You Were Mean But We’re Actually Soulmates And It Took Us Way Too Long To Figure It Out So Let’s —“

“Shut up!” Asmo elbows his brother in the ribs before eagerly peeking back around the corner to continue watching the couple walk into town.

“He better treat them to all the stops,” Mammon warns, deadly serious. “No skimping on the desert, ya know? MC deserves to be spoilt. And they’re wearing the lucky gold charm I got ‘em so maybe they oughta hit up the casino while they —“

This time, Asmo doesn’t have to physically stop the next tirade as Beel’s stomach does the job for him. “Mmm, desert. You think they’ll bring home leftovers?” A drop of drool lands on top of Levi’s head, triggering the typical outburst that the family is so good at.

From his office, Lucifer watches the sidewalk from the window, a glass of demonus in one hand and smiling gently at the scene with his siblings’ commentary in the background.

[minimallyminnie]

Sobbing in a blanket type of day.

The brothers when you’re just not feeling good.

I’ll make a p2 for the undateables!

Lucifer would just leave you inside the blanket, but brew you a cup of the finest tea he has. He’ll make two cups and set it aside on the cabinet while you lay in the middle of the bed. While you’re just laying still, Lucifer would sit besides you and start talking about his own day. When he finally gets a peek of your beautiful smile, he’ll help you lay down on his lap while he continues to talk about his day. “There you are my dear, would you like some tea?”

Mammon would leave you inside the blanket, but he just grabs you in the blanket and hold you on the bed. He can hear you sniffle from inside so he held you tighter. He knows when you need him to talk, so he pulls out his phone and puts on one of your favorite songs quietly. Peeking out of your blanket, he smiles at you while you watch the video with him. “Hey hey hey, whenever you need me, the Great Mammon will be here for you.”

Don’t underestimate Leviathan’s shoujo mangas, he takes careful notes. When ya need help, he’ll be the best boyfriend he can. He’ll hold you to his side, so he can at least lessen your shaking and let you cry all you want. He’ll put on a slower anime movie for both of you two and turn the volume low. When you pop out the blanket with some tears left, he’ll get nervous but he’ll wipe them away with his hands. “There’s my Henry. Do you wanna talk about it or watch this with me?”

Satan would be a sweetheart. Second he sees you, he’s already sat up next to you, propped up with a book. He softly starts to read to you, and you recognize the book, it’s your favorite. Whatever genre it is or even if he dislikes it, Satan still reads it to you. When you pop out the blanket and lean over on his shoulder to read along, he’ll press a kiss to your head. “I’ll be here for you just like you are for me. Want to read more?”

Though loud and boisterous sometimes, Asmodeus is a sweet and gentle person when you have these moments. He’s always patient, he’ll hug you tightly and lay besides you on the bed. He’ll tell you everything that he loves about you softly and how you changed his world. When you pop out with teary eyes but a happy smile, he’ll be relieved and happy as well. Pressing a kiss to your head and all. “My dear flower, you’ve bloomed again. Would you like to talk to me about it? If not, I can continue staying like this with you.”

Beelzebub is right by your side, two bags of chips on the cabinet sitting there. He’s waiting for you to be comfortable coming out the blanket. He’ll sit up on the bed and gently pull you and wherever your head is in the blanket on his lap. Beel won’t say anything, but he’ll be there. There for you. You reach your hand out and hold his tightly, a tired expression on your face. He’ll smile and hold your hand. “I’m happy you feel better. Do you wanna talk about it? I brought chips for both of us.”

With no hesitance, Belphegor plops down and hugs you like his own body pillow. No matter how tired he is, you’re his first priority. He’s careful to only put his hands around your waist, knowing how you just didn’t like him touching your neck. He’ll wait for you, he’ll sing a few songs you like softly and if he runs out? He’ll trace some shapes on your blanket covered self. When you come out the blanket, Belphie would kiss your head softly. “Hi, you tired? You wanna talk to me about it or take a nap and talk about it later? I don’t mind whichever, as long as you’re comfortable.”

[leviathism]

gender neutral reader

“Goodnight!” You shouted down the hallway before you shut your door, unable to not smile after you heard the muffled replies of the brothers shouting back to you.

Climbing into bed had never been a difficult task and today it was no different. With you safe under your covers and your phone to distract you, you were perfectly content.

But, then, of course,  Mammon came marching in as he had always done since your first week here. However, you had grown so used to this that it no longer disrupted the peace anymore.

So, you ignored him and simply lifted up the covers for him to slide into.

After a few minutes of DevilTok, you threw your phone onto your nightstand and covered yourself up with your blanket. You were finally ready to sleep.

Mammon curled closer, his face hidden in the blanket over your stomach. You smoothed his hair down, smiling at how he only pressed closer at the touch.

Your door creaked open. You raised your head but you were unable to tell who it was. They settled on the side opposite of where Mammon had gotten in and rubbed your shoulder gently instead of saying anything.

The lamp turned on. It was Satan. You rolled onto your stomach, trying to shield your eyes from the light. Mammon grumbled, annoyed that he could no longer hide his face in your body comfortably.

Your door once again creaked open. You groaned.

Another weight to the bed. Someone had decided to lay on your back. Four people in your bed was too unusual. You peeked an eye open.

Mammon was baring his teeth like a feral animal at whoever was on top of you. You would bet a thousand Grimm that it was Belphie.

You looked to your right. Satan wasn’t even reading his book and was instead looking at you.

You rolled your eyes. You knew what was happening. Your demons had once again came to the conclusion that you were human with a human lifespan.

You decided to just let them angst this one out.

The door opened and this time, two pairs of footsteps wondered to your bed. “Sorry, hun,” Asmo whispered as he crawled over you and Mammon. “Wanted to see you.”

“Uh huh…” Levi took his spot on the outside of your legs, your left calf acting as a cushion for his head. You prayed that you wouldn’t accidentally kick him in your sleep.

Then you heard the crunching of chips and a crinkle of a bag. You hadn’t even noticed him walk in.

You moaned into your pillow, exhausted beyond belief. “Beel, please stop eating. I know it sucks to be told that, but go outside if you’re going to crunch.”

There was an incoherent reply and then silence. The edge of the mattress dipped down. Satan turned his lamp off.

You worked on ignoring all of them, closing your eyes tightly and hoping for the best. Asmo dragged his manicured nails up and down your arm and it pulled you into a sleepy haze. You hummed out your appreciation and Asmo giggled tiredly in response.

You felt yourself rocking in and out of sleep, even drooling with how at peace you were. Maybe it wasn’t so bad having six demons in bed with you. Maybe it was worth it for this amount of comfort.

And then your door slammed open.

“Get out of their room, now.” A deadly aura made you choke on air, shivering violently. Lucifer was in his demon form and livid.

Belphie jolted awake on your back, making you gasp in pain as his elbows and knees dug into you. Mammon reacted, scrambling to pull you out from under him.

“Mammon,” Belphie growled, easing his weight back down onto you. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“What do ya think YOU’RE doing?!” Mammon huffed, irritated. “You’re hurtin’ ‘em!”

“They’re fine. They can handle it.” He patted you on the head. How were they ignoring Lucifer? You shifted warily under his weight, unable to see anything happening.

Lucifer started stomping over. You shrunk under Belphie, trying to hide.

“Who do you two think you are, ignoring me?” Lucifer loomed over you three, Levi rolling away to avoid confrontation. “You will all go to your own rooms immediately. The rest of you as well.”

“Lucifer!” Asmodeus whined, leaning into a dozing Beelzebub’s side. “Why can’t we stay? What’s the harm?”

“They were just about to sleep but someone decided to wake them back up,” Satan glowered up at Lucifer. “I think you should be the one to leave.”

“Oh my god, Lucifer just let them stay.” You took matters into your own hands, rubbing at your face tiredly. You wanted no more arguing tonight. “Thanks, but if I didn’t want them here I would’ve gotten rid of them long ago myself. Stay or leave, I don’t care just please turn off the lights.”

He walked away and flipped the switch, darkness fortunately covering the entire room once again. You relaxed and felt Belphie nuzzle into the nape of your neck.

You heard a chair being dragged on your wooden floor and then Lucifer sitting down. You rolled your eyes. Of course he would choose to stay but not be in the bed.

Now, with everything and everyone finally settled in for the night, you got to thinking.

How could all of them be upset over the same thing at once? You think quietly as you can in your bed filled with eight people and come to a damning conclusion. One that makes your stomach twist painfully.

“You had a family movie night without me, didn’t you? And it had someone dying long before someone else, didn’t it?” The sound of breathing stops, seven pairs of eyes stare at you, all conveying different degrees of guilt. “What the hell?”

[another-lost-mc]

heyyyy there, i just found ur profile wondering around and i was wondering would u do the brothers with shy reader NSFW

thanks if u accept it and if not it's fine

thanks again and i hope u have a grateful day :)))))))

Reacting to a Shy MC THE DEMON BROTHERS 2.3k words | NSFW | gn!Reader Content warnings: Demon fluff sprinkled with suggestive content (implied oral/penetrative sex). Some of the brothers' sections are more explicit than others but not overly so. A/N: I was in the mood for something soft when I wrote this because being shy/socially anxious in the Devildom sounds like a nightmare. lol

Lucifer is surprisingly tactile, but not in an obvious way. His small gestures can be perceived as platonic or innocent—leaning over your shoulder when he reads over your work, a hand on your back when he walks next to you on a busy street, his nimble fingers plucking a loose thread from your shirt. He doesn’t like it when you look away from him either. There’s a soft scratch of leather under your chin, and his fingers turn your head so you face him once more. His thumb presses down near your bottom lip and you can’t break his grip even if you wanted to. His stare pins you in place and it’s like his eyes pierce your soul. You tremble from nervousness at first, but later with anticipation.

When he takes you to bed, he cages you beneath him. His wings block other distractions from your view so all you can focus on is the blazing heat roaring in his crimson gaze as he stares down at you. Sometimes you turn your head when something embarrasses you—the way he murmurs appreciatively about the way your body feels, or how he licks his lips after feasting between your thighs, or the obscene squelch as he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock. But when you look away, he touches your cheek or under your chin, and the gloves he's still wearing smell faintly of your musky arousal now, and he directs your attention back where it belongs—on him.

(After he's taken you to bed for the first time, he doesn't mind if you get a little shy when you glance at his gloved hands and look away—he knows exactly what you're thinking of when you do.)

Mammon loves the way your heart races when he compliments you. You bite your lip while you try to think of something to say in response, and your eyes that dart quickly to his and then away again, but he catches the glimmer of happiness and affection that softens your gaze. He boasts proudly, to everyone that's listening or anyone that needs reminding, that he's your first. You don't need anyone else for anything.

He's greedy for everything you are and everything you can give him, and he wants you to be greedy too. He’ll lavish you with attention and gifts and praise and when you're ready, all the things he's desperate to do to your body. He's the only one that can give you what you want. The simplest fantasies are enough to drive him mad—whether he imagines your body moving eagerly with his, or your lust-thickened voice whining in his ear, it doesn't matter—he wants it all.

He'll gladly take the lead in bed if that will get things going. He wants you to use his body to satisfy all the urges you’re too shy to admit out loud. He encourages you to grind back against his tongue when he eats you out from behind, and he drags you onto his lap and helps you bounce on his cock. He gives you that semblance of control so it’s easier for you to relax. Once you're overcome with pleasure, he hoards all your blissed-out expressions and sounds for himself.

Leviathan is awkward, but he’s not shy in the same ways you are. Your kindness flusters him because he doesn't think he deserves it. You compliment him for the most mundane things, and you include him even when he lingers on the sidelines. He learns that it feels good to have a friend like you. You become the rare person that he can share his hobbies with, and he offers you imported snacks from the secret stash in his room no one else knows about. When friendship turns into more complicated feelings, he realizes it’s because of all the little things you do that prove you love him. It boosts his confidence so he can make the first move if you’re too shy.

He might be a little out of practice, but he starts slow: he holds your hand while you watch a movie together, and he kisses you quickly after you finally beat him at Devil Kart. He grows bolder and eager for more. He trails his fingers along your spine, tail curling around your leg possessively, when you cuddle together in his tub. He doesn't try to hide the blush that spreads across his cheeks when he rubs himself against you; he's so hard just from being close to you. He savors your quiet laughter when his fingers tickle your tummy as he tugs your shirt over your head.

There’s nothing cuter than the way you bite your lip when you wrap your legs around his waist and roll your hips against his when he starts to grind against you. Nervous smiles and teasing laughter fades, replaced by the soft, quiet groans and whimpers you both pant against each other's mouths.

Levi figures that it's fine if things are a little awkward or silly at first—you’re figuring things out together, and he wouldn't change a thing.

Satan has fucked before, plenty of times—meaningless encounters to blow off steam or scratch an itch. It’s so incredibly different from the romantic desire he feels when you looks at you. He craves more. He taps into all those cliched love stories he's read and the love songs he's listened to because he wants to show you how much you mean to him. He adores all of your cute, shy expressions when he catches you off-guard with a murmured compliment in your ear, or when he sneaks a quick kiss to your lips when no one's watching, or when he mouths I love you from across the room.

He's so sweet and gentle when he takes you to bed at first—there will be time to explore his rougher tendencies later. Your bodies grow hot and slick with sweat because he envelops you in his arms, blurring the lines of where he ends and you begin. He kisses you when he rocks his hips, teasing you with the slow glide of his cock moving gently inside you. He cups your cheek or the back of your neck when he rests his forehead against yours and you can't see anything but him. He would drown in the blurry sea of your eyes if he could because no one's ever looked at him the way you do. He murmurs his affection against the delicate column of your throat as he guides you both towards the precipice.

The soft, whimpered utterance of his name from your lips is enough to pull him apart at the seams. Before you bury your head against his shoulder to stifle your groans when you come, he catches a fleeting glimpse of your expression and he swears you've never looked more beautiful.

Asmodeus loves to be close to you and compliment you. He assumes it’s a human flaw when you deflect even the most simple praise like you don’t believe him. It confuses him—why would he ever lie to you? He loves you and thinks you’re gorgeous and so sweet. If he tells you that nothing brightens his mood more than seeing you smile, or that there’s nothing he wants more than to take you to pieces between his sheets, he wants you to know because it’s the truth. It’s his truth.

You don’t need to agree with him right away, even though he secretly hopes that one day you will. He can’t deny what he feels for you. It’s impossible. He’s too far gone to pretend what he feels for you is anything less than overwhelming love and admiration and desire. You make his head spin and his heart race and his cock ache, and everyone else can see that he looks at you like he’s never looked at anyone before.

When he takes you to his room and peels the clothes from your body, he stands behind you so you can watch yourself in his full-length mirror. He tsks when you squirm and try to look away, and he coos into your ear between soft barely-there kisses against your neck.

Don’t you see how lovely you are? Can’t you feel the way my fingers tremble because I’ve waited all day to touch you?

He knows you can feel his cock trapped in the confine of his pants—it twitches against your back and he rolls his hips slowly so it grinds against the curve of your ass as he undresses you. Once you’re naked and a little breathless, he finally leads you to his bed and crawls on top of you, or he leans back against the headboard and settles you on his lap so you can straddle him. He whispers his feelings for you against your lips and trails his fingers along your warm, soft skin. He’s patient and he waits while he holds you in his arms, prolonging the inevitable. When you finally beg for him to move, to give you what you both desperately want, he rewards you with all the pleasure his body can give you.

Beelzebub mistakes your shyness for fear—not just fear of living in the Devildom, but fear of him. He wouldn’t be surprised if you were afraid of him in the beginning. Humans are so frail—you could be as tall as him, as broad as him, or as muscular as him, and you still would seem so small in comparison. His strength made him a formidable angel and it makes him even more threatening as a demon. Eventually he gets to know you better, and friendship turns into something more, and he realizes that he never wants you to be afraid of him again.

He tries to understand your shy nature and how to make you comfortable. Sometimes you can't enjoy dinner parties or Diavolo’s dances without being bothered by the other curious guests—you like to pick and choose when you want to be sociable. He tries to draw unwanted attention away from you so you can escape for some fresh air. He’ll even bring a plate of desserts to split while the others wonder where you’ve both snuck off to. 

Things change when he admits how much he wants you, and it's not long before chaste kissing simply isn't enough to satisfy either of you. Dark, hungry thoughts are difficult to control when passions run high, and Beel knows he could hurt you by accident if he's not careful—the thought terrifies him. He's not timid when he undresses you or lays you in his bed, but he's hesitant when he touches you with his hands and his mouth and eventually his cock. He glances at your face to watch your reactions and he asks you what feels good. Above his own needs, he desperately wants to please you.

You whimper or groan his name, or you whine when he touches the most sensitive parts of your body. He stops to remind you—with his rough voice thickened with lust—to use your words when he asks if you’re okay. All you have to do is tell him what you want, what you like, what you need, and he'll give you everything you ask in return.

Belphegor is surprisingly protective of you. It doesn’t take a genius to realize that you squirm or avoid eye contact in public settings. Your voice wavers when you have to present something in one of your classes, and you don’t like being the centre of attention at Diavolo's parties. He tries to help and take some of those burdens off your shoulders. He sticks close to your side so he can deflect away unwanted attention, and he glares at the other demons that might try and approach you.

Somewhere along the way, friendship stops being enough for him. He disguises his genuine desires as teasing remarks or jokes to test the waters and gauge your response. He invites you to nap in the attic, and he strips down to his boxers and suggests you do the same. It’s cute when you stammer and insist that you’re going to keep your clothes on.

(For now, anyway—eventually you agree to take off some of your burdensome layers as long as he turns the lights off first. He obliges because he can still see you perfectly, but he figures you’ll be more comfortable believing he can’t.)

Sometimes when you sleep cuddled together, your dreams bleed over into his. It happens by accident, but he doesn’t do anything to prevent it either. It gives him a glimpse of the world through your eyes, and he realizes that his face flickers across your dreamscape more and more often as time passes.

Those dreams of yours encourage him, and he starts teasing you just a little more. He wakes up half-hard and pressed against your side, but he pretends not to notice when he asks how you slept. He wears nothing but a loose towel wrapped around his hips when he walks past your room after showering. He leans close and wipes at the corner of your mouth with his thumb, claiming you have something left there from dinner. Your breath hitches when he lets his eyes trail down to your lips, and he pulls back with a smile when you try and fail to hide your disappointment.

One day he might grow impatient and finally close the distance, but for now he tries to be patient—he’s curious if you'll overcome your nerves and kiss him first.

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Not Even Fate

Inspired by this post by @obeythedemons !!

Content: Satan x gn!MC, angst, Satan is probably ooc...

Context: When you dance, your clothes match colours. After the dance, if you're soulmates, the colours stay, if not, they revert back.

Satan is excited and nervous at the same time. Having been dating you for nearly a year, he was looking forward to dancing with you and finally finding out if you were his soulmate.

In the back of his head he knew there was a chance it wouldn't be him, but he kept telling himself there's no way.

Fiddling with the edge of his iridescent vest he reminds himself of all the reasons he is your soulmate. He reminds himself of the countless nights you two had spent in each other's company, even at the expense of your sleep schedule. He reminds himself of all the intimate moments he shared with you, when you confessed, your first date, your first kiss. These thoughts keep him distracted for a while, unaware of his surroundings.

"Satan?" Your sudden appearance makes the demon jump and you can't help but chuckle. You extend a hand towards him. "Care for a dance?" The time had come, with a deep breath he took your offer, walking towards the middle of the ballroom hand in hand and joining the various other couples ready to dance.

The soft yet bright tunes of the piano start off the dance, followed by the other instruments. One hand holding each other and the other resting on each other’s backs, the two of you start moving to the tune as well, blending into the crowd. Satan watches in awe as both your clothes change color, previously holographic fabric slowly shifting right before your eyes into a bright iridescent green. You look into each other’s eyes, completely lost in your own little world for there was no reason to look around when the person you loved the most in the entire three realms was right here in your arms.

The minutes go by so fast, being absorbed in each other’s gaze Satan doesn’t notice the song is about to end. Only when he hears the collective gasps of a few people does he snap out of it. He looks around as a few happy couples hug or kiss, their clothes matched each other, indicating they were soulmates. Satan excitedly looks at your outfit as well, the green as bright as ever. But just as he looks into your eyes, ready to embrace you, his heart drops.

Right before his very eyes he sees the beautiful green slowly fades from both your clothes. “No-” He desperately grapes at your attire. “Nononono.” He feels your hands on his shoulders and vaguely registers that you are speaking to him, but he can’t bring himself to look away. “Please…stop.” Eyes swelling up with tears he feels his heart race. This can’t be happening, this can’t be real. Despite his frantic whispers, the fabric eventually gains back its holographic hue. 

“Satan…” Why? He felt dizzy, almost nauseous. “Satan!” Why me? You bring yourself lower so that you’re face to face. 

“I’m not…we’re not- '' He's interrupted by his own sob. Trembling hands hold onto you as he lets the tears roll down his face. Satan knows people are watching, that they’re pointing and mumbling at them, but he could care less. He wasn’t your soulmate and there was nothing he could do to change that. You were going to leave him, you were going to love someone else, is this the end? Were the last few months not enough for fate to recognise him as your soulmate? Or maybe he wasn’t yours from the start, maybe all the good times he spent with you were going to come to an inevitable stop and it was all just a matter of time. Before he could let his thoughts spiral any more, you hold his face and make him look at you.

“Listen, Satan.” You say with a firm voice. “I don’t care if you’re not my soulmate, alright?” Seeing him in such a state, you felt your own throat tighten, but right now, comforting him was your utmost priority. “I’m n-not gonna let a piece of cloth choose my partner for me. I’m more than capable of choosing for myself.” Satan calms down a little from your words, relief washing over him. You wipe his tears away as best you can and continue to reassure him in as calm a voice as you could muster. “I love you, I don’t give a damn what fate wants, all I want is you. OK?” He sniffles, Satan appreciated your words, he certainly wasn’t expecting you to say such things. Then again he was fully expecting you to break up with him then and there. Although he felt better than before, there was still a smidge of doubt in his heart. 

“W-what if you find them? Are you…gonna leave me?” He could barely get the words out before he had to clench his teeth in order to stop himself from sobbing.

“No, no of course not.” You felt a little hurt that he trusted you so little, but you knew you would stay loyal to him, no matter what. “I’m not leaving you, ever.” Pulling him closer to you, you wrap your arms around Satan and touch your foreheads. His breath hitches at the suddenness of it, but he doesn't pull away. All the fear and anxiety he had leaves him immediately as you gently press your lips against his.

Fate is going to have to try a lot harder if it wants to separate us.”

Note: Ahhhh I saw the post and I had to write something before I lost the motivation, this was really sad fun to write