Hi, you can call me Berry (Any pronouns but preferably they/them), I'm 19↑ and welcome to my blorboland, the blorboland to ever exist in the history of forever. I draw my beloved blorbos and sometimes my oc kissing them. Multifandom but mainly OMORI, MILGRAM, 13SAR, and OBMNB. 🚫 No repost !! 🚫 || AKA: obey me Satan's self professed lesbian wife.
hihi, could you do "you're my favorite" "favorite what?" "everything" with mammon and/or satan? no pressure to do both, do whatever works for you !! 💫 cgs on 200 followers!
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✉ ─── 200 follower event ♡ mammon and satan
prompt ─── "you're my favorite." - "favorite what?" - "everything."
warnings ─ minor angst for satan (?), fluff, male reader, lowercase intended
sometimes living with seven demons can be, overwhelming. especially when those demons often fought over who's turn it was to hang out with you that day ─ as if you couldn't make that decision yourself. there's been many instances where you hid somewhere in the house and listened as they panicked because they couldn't find you. (you wondered how, since they almost flipped the whole house upside down to search for you. maybe you were just that good at hiding.)
but there is always a first for everything, and that first happened to be standing in front of you as you sat in the backseat of mammon's treasured car. you pursed your lips, playing with the corner of a page in your book as you awkwardly stared at mammon. it had been your new hiding place for a short amount of time now after beelzebub had gotten too close to finding you out in the garden in your last hiding place. ─ you're honestly surprised mammon hadn't found you until now.
you smiled as innocently as you could at the embodiment of greed as he stared at you from outside the car; "hey, mams. what's up?"
instead of an answer from him, you were interrupted by a shout, "mammon, did you find him?" you heard leviathan call from outside the room, growing near and causing yourself to quickly tuck yourself in between the seat and near the floorboards.
the book you were reading was forgotten on the seat as you held up your hands and whispered pleadingly, "mammon please, don't give my spot away. just let me hide a little longer." ─ you were hiding from all seven of them, but there was a reason you'd chosen to hide in mammon's room rather than the others. you weren't so bothered knowing he had found you, as you might've been had it been anyone else. there was probably a reason for that, but you'd rather not think too hard on it lest you find yourself too deep in your thoughts.
"mammon?" you heard leviathan say again, and you knew he was right outside the room, likely about to enter too.
mammon huffed as you stared at him expectantly, and he finally turned away, walking out of your sight from where you'd lain yourself across the car's floorboards. you could hear him groan and complain to levi about not finding you. you stayed in your spot for only a few minutes before the door to his room shut and levi's voice had grown distant. it was only when you were sure he was gone, did you crawl back onto the seats and peek out into the room. you were immediately met with the sight of mammon standing by the car with his hands on his hips and his glasses on his head.
"is this where you been hiding every time you disappear?" he asked, almost sounding offended; probably because if you had, that means he hadn't found you all those, many, many times you'd caused the group to search through the house to find you.
you climbed out of the car to stand in front of him, smiling at him almost innocently, "i've only been using your car to hide like twice, when beel almost found me in the garden." ─ revealing your previous hiding spot (that you could've very well gone back to once you were sure you could) probably wasn't the best idea if you wanted to remain hidden during your hide and seek moments. but again, it was mammon, and you just weren't so against him knowing.
mammon frowned at you, and you shrugged with your innocent grin hardly faltering.
"you're not going to tell them, right?" you asked, just to be sure.
the demon seemed to think about it, before he sighed, loud and excessive, as you'd known him to be. "fine."
you refrained from cheering too loudly in fear of alerting any of his brothers as you wrapped your arms around him and thanked him (you should've known your first man wouldn't let you down). "thanks, mams."
mammon rolled his eyes, but his shoulders were tense as he patted your back in a half-attempt to return your hug. it was only fair to talk about payment in return for keeping your hiding spot a secret, he thinks. ─ and he would've, had you not beaten him to speaking.
"you're my favorite."
well, if you're going to say that ─ he looked at you with a (faux) expression that read smug as you backed away from the hug you'd given him, "favorite what?"
you smiled at him, "everything."
he can talk payment later for keeping your secret, for now though, he thinks he'll live in this euphoria for a moment longer. because it was only him who knew, and it was him who was your favorite ─ everything.
satan has known jealousy ─ he's all too familiar with the feeling when it'd stir up wrath and lead to him locking himself in his room and snarling at the very mention of his eldest brother. (the very one he was created from.) but when you'd appeared as the new human exchange student and made yourself a spot amongst their family as someone so very dear to all of them (and not just them); well, he and jealousy had only become more acquainted.
he's not sure who to blame; himself, for forming such a feeling towards you; or you, for being the reason he'd glare at his brothers every time they stole you away and kept your attention to themselves. ─ he thinks he understands levi when the feeling of envy would leave him seething with his nails in his palms and his neck hot with a rage he was feared for.
he'd blame you, when he'd slam the book in his hand shut and march off to get away from his brothers, away from you. but there's something so frustrating at the thought of leaving you to take the blame for his own feelings. for wanting to keep your attention and extend the nights where you two would sit in his room in silence with only the occasional word to break it as you read the books, he'd suggested to you.
sometimes he worries you were only around because his brothers knew you were a gauze to his wrath, keeping it only a flicker of a flame with no wood to feed it, wrapped around a bleeding wound with a pressure to keep it from bleeding out and consuming everyone else. ─ only for that gauze to tear when he'd watch you leave lucifer's office with a smile after spending another night helping to relieve his workload of paperwork; because much like satan, you too had been a home to lucifer, where even someone as stubborn as pride itself gave in when you set your foot down and said no.
you were, both, the fire extinguisher that put out that blazing flame of wrath and the oil that fed it. and satan, wrath himself, was unsure which was worse.
"well, you found my hiding spot."
satan thinks you're a both a curse and a blessing; he thinks you can hear his thoughts when they spoke of you so loudly, you'd appear with a smile and promise to stay with him. he wonders if you know the effect you have on him, on his brothers ─ if you know what you've become to them.
perhaps it's a matter of you do and don't; because you sit in his closest, with your knees to your chest and a book open to the eighth chapter (one he knows he'd recommended to you). you smiled at him, as if you didn't care that he had interrupted the peace that you'd been in, now that you had none of the seven avatars to push and pull at you.
"what are you hiding from?" he asks, even though he knows the answer, because he understands it must be overwhelming to be the lifeline to so many demons (and many other beings) who had thought they'd never have one. to be the home to people you'd change the life of as if overnight.
you hummed, and your smile lessened as you looked back down at the page you'd been reading before he'd found you, "everyone."
and he knew that, of course he knew that, and he couldn't blame you for it. if anyone deserved a break, it was you. and if you could only get that break by tucking yourself into the corner of his closet with a booklight and the book he'd recommended to you a week ago, then he'd gladly pretend he hadn't found you, and return to sitting in silence in his room, with the knowledge that you were there with him, hiding from his brothers (and he wonders if it's from him, too).
he asks before he can realize he is speaking, "even me?"
you look at him for a moment, blinking at him slowly, as if you were surprised by his question (and he was too). but then you answer with a quiet huff and a shrug of your shoulders as if it should've been obvious, "no, of course not. never from you."
he wonders if you know what you're doing, if perhaps you're doing this on purpose ─ extinguishing his wrath to make way for something else. something foreign.
you make him a little impulsive (when he liked to pride himself in trying to remain rational), because he asks again before he can think to stop himself, "why?"
you don't take a moment to answer this time, because you're already talking before, he can finish, "because you're my favorite."
satan wonders if this is what his brothers feel ─ mammon and lucifer ─ when he felt pride form where wrath should've and his skin itch with greed to keep you here a little longer, hidden in his closest because you need a break from everyone except him.
"favorite what?" ─ he should get that under control, because his mouth is moving and he's speaking thoughts he'd often keep to himself.
but then again, he thinks it's okay; because you smile at him, gentle and blinding in a way that almost made him feel guilty for making you a home to a demon like him.
"everything."
notes ─── dk how i feel about mammon's but i'm so proud of satan's. sorry this took so long nonnie!
do not repost, translate, copy, or run my writing through ai
You've lived with your demons long enough to have their routine completely memorized. You know what days Lucifer has dinner with Diavolo, what time Beel will be back from Fangol practice, and how long it takes Asmo to get ready for grocery shopping. Which is why you decide to follow Satan when he leaves the house late one night. He's done this a few times before, but you can't find any pattern to it. He slips through the front door when a record plays from Lucifer’s room, before Asmodeus gets home, when no one in the house has any reason to pay particular attention to him. He always carries a oddly shaped long black case with him, an awkwardly large object to try and sneak away with.
This time though, curiosity overtakes you. They say it killed the cat, but damn if they said anything about the sheep, so you should be fine. You whisper a spell to cover up your scent and slip out your window after you see him pass by.
You keep your steps light, and he moves slowly enough that there's no need for haste. He walks in a straight line away from the house, and you realize he seems to be aiming for… the Demon Lord's castle?
Not the castle, you decide after a few more minutes. But definitely somewhere in the grounds. The foliage is getting a little thicker, and it's hard to tell where exactly you'll end up. Satan picks his way carefully through small branches, and you notice he seems to be following a faint path. How many times has he done this over the years?
He makes it to a tall black fence hidden in the trees, and you wonder for a moment how he'll make it through. Will he rip a hole through the bars, melt the metal with magic, or- oh. He could just turn to the side and inch his way through. You have very little confidence in your ability to do the same thing without a lot of effort and noise, so you hang back.
As you peek through the bars, you finally recognize where you are: the royal botanical gardens. The section he chose features tiered rings of pale blue flowers rising up to a fountain in the center, where Satan sits. He unlatches his case, and from it rises a beautiful violin. Your breath catches in your throat as he raises it to his chin, lifts the bow, and begins to play.
It's a slow song, almost mournful. He draws out every note until it feels like a string in your heart is pulled taut, then moves to the next. It makes you think of the smell of rain, permeating the very air you breathe. His eyes are closed and he moves with every pull of the bow.
You feel like you're witnessing something secret, something that no one else has seen. The sight enraptures you, the moonlight bathing him in an ethereal glow. He sits with perfect posture, one with the violin, and you can easily imagine him on a stage playing for thousands of people instead of a secluded garden in the night. A few strands of his hair have fallen into his eyes, and you'd like nothing more than to cup his cheek and brush them out of the way.
Slowly the melody rises, interspersed with short notes here and there. You think of the sun peeking through rain clouds, higher notes rousing the song to new heights. The energy rises, and Satan’s tail starts to move with him.
His fingers quicken, the bow bringing life to the melody ringing around the gardens. He stands suddenly, and his feet move with the beat as he steps quickly in time. The sun breaks through the clouds; his hands are flying now, as if the instrument is controlling him instead. His tail whips around with deadly speed, only barely missing the fountain wall. He finishes with a few high, sustained notes and flourishes his bow proudly out to one side.
The silence seems unnatural, only broken by his heavy breathing. Your heart still sings the same note as the last one his violin rang out, and you reach up to find your eyes wet with tears. You glance down at your fingers, shocked, and you look back up only to lock eyes with a pair of bright green ones.
Satan's gaze bores into you, locking you in place. You try unsuccessfully to swallow the lump in your throat. His tail thumps against the stone wall and you jump. “Are you going to come here or just stand there?” he huffs. You stare back at him, and once you're convinced he's not going to maul you, awkwardly clamber over the fence.
“What the hell would possess you to follow me out here?” he snaps.
“Um… I don't know.”
“What do you mean you don't know?”
You shrug. “Sometimes you sneak off like this and I get curious. Just wanted to know.” He narrows his eyes at you, probably judging how many curses you'll come back to find in your bed.
“It was beautiful, by the way. The song. I had no idea you could play.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere.”
“I mean it. I cried during it and I didn't even notice. It was like I was in a trance.”
Even the dim moonlight can't hide the blush that rises to his cheeks at that. “Well, that's what four hundred years of practice will get you.”
You laugh at his bashfulness, then a thought occurs to you. “Wait, you aren't going to ask me how I followed you? Is this where you say you knew I was there the whole time?”
He chuckles lightly. “To be honest, no, I wasn't going to ask. I've been around you long enough to know that asking how you did something will confuse me more than if I don't ask at all.” You just grin at him.
“So… am I getting another song?”
He sighs. “If you're really determined to hear it.” You make yourself comfortable on the fountain wall and pretend you don't see him smile as he reaches for his bow again.
The sun shone down on you as you rested on the beach. You let out a relaxed, content sigh and rolled over to look at Satan who sat beneath the colorful umbrella as he read a book with the sound of the waves and laughing families in the background.
This was the first time you’d spent Christmas on a beach. When you imagined Christmas you thought of pine trees and snow and cold air, not a tropical location like Hawaii with pina colodas and a warm breeze. Despite the unfamiliarity, it was better than you had expected.
With his endless connections, Satan had been offered a trip to Hawaii by a friend who worked in the travel industry. Naturally, he bargained for a second ticket and immediately whisked you away, far from the Devildom, far from his brothers, far from any worldly troubles.
Now you were on a cushioned beach chair relaxing next to the greatest boyfriend in the three realms and watching him read, completely unbothered by the world around him.
You reached out and tugged on his Hawaiian shirt and he looked up a little startled having believed you’d fallen asleep.
“Oh, you’re awake. What do you need love?” He asked attentively, determined to give you the best Christmas vacation ever.
You shrugged and he smiled and patted your head lovingly as he set his book aside. “Why don’t we get some drinks?” He asked as you’d both emptied your glasses over an hour ago.
You nodded and he watched you stretch, his eyes wandering as he admired you in your beach attire, ie. Far less clothing than usual.
He helped you up as you yawned and you trudged through the warm sand to the beach bar. It wasn’t too hectic as it was located on a private resort but the people there were demanding of the bar owner’s time as they’d paid a good deal of money to be there. You didn’t mind the wait but Satan became agitated, not just with the wait but with how the people were being so incredibly impatient with the poor barista.
When it was your turn to order he made it quick and simple and left a tip so generous the barista’s eyes looked like they’d pop out of his head.
Excitedly he called after you both, “Mele Kalikimaka!”
Satan gave you an inquisitive look and you chuckled, “it means Merry Christmas,” he explained and he nodded and waved back to the barista in a much better mood.
“That was very sweet of you,” you commented and he shrugged.
“I’ve been told it’s the season for that sort of thing,” he said nudging you and you agreed with a gentle laugh as you sat back in your reserved seating.
Satan took a sip from his glass and paused a moment to admire the crashing blue waves in front of him, the caw of the seagulls above him, and the gentle breeze against his skin.
This place really did feel like paradise. The joy of nature was enough to ignore the other families running about, at least it almost was, what made him relax most was being in your presence. He didn’t need Hawaii to feel this way, he only needed to be with you, but of course, Hawaii was a giant bonus.
Today was for relaxing and tomorrow was Christmas Day where you’d exchange gifts, the days after he had many things planned like touring a volcano, hiking in the tropical forest, surfing the waves, and maybe getting closer than allowed to some of the wildlife.
You could already picture him hypnotizing the police to ignore him as he made friends with seals and you laughed to yourself, spilling some of your drink.
Satan quickly wiped it off your chest with a blush when he realized what he was doing and immediately changed the subject. “What is so amusing?”
“You are,” you said with no explanation and he raised one brow.
“I am? That’s good to know I guess, was it something I did?” He responded and you shook your head.
“No, it’s just something I suspect you will do.”
“Oh? What do you think I’m going to do?”
“I think you’re going to see some wild animals and get a little too close,” you laughed and he looked shocked.
“How did you know?”
You began laughing harder and he took your drink away to prevent it from spilling as he blushed. Was he really so obvious? Was it unusual to want to gently squish a fluffy seal?
“I love you,” you giggled without thinking and he turned red, so red it looked like a bad sunburn against his pale skin.
Regaining his composter he held your hand and smiled warmly, “I love you too.”
You blushed and hid your face, unable to believe just how cute he was. How did you get so lucky? Only his Father could have blessed you with such happiness, it superceeded anything natural.
He gently picked you up and sat you between his legs, hugging you from behind as he peppered kisses against your neck. You laughed and squirmed in his arms. Your playful affection caught the attention of other tourists who couldn’t help but be jealous of your close relationship.
You finally caught your breath from laughing and snuggled against his chest. You both lay there for a moment unconcerned with anything else, not desiring for drinks or books or even cute animals, just a moment with each other.
Satan petted your hair and before long his breathing became quiet and rhythmic and you realized he’d fallen asleep. You chuckled and kissed his chest.
“Mele Kalikimaka, Satan,” you whispered and drifted away on the white sand beach wrapped in your boyfriend’s arms.
a/n: Doubling up on prompts again, this is what the wheel gave me today! I did another festive theme, too. It's only so-so but hey, they can't all be bangers, right? lol @om-adventcalendar
Satan x GN!MC
Warnings: Satan gets angry lol.
A high pitched screech rang through the air, causing everyone in the ballroom to freeze.
“Satan!” Asmodeus cried. “You can’t put that wreath there, it clashes horribly with the garland!”
Satan paused with his arms up, in the middle of hanging the wreath in his hands. He studied the garland already draped along the wall, then turned to Asmo with a frown.
“I disagree,” he said. “That garland’s base is pine boughs, just like this wreath.”
Asmo threw up his hands. “The pine isn’t the problem! It’s the wreath’s blue ribbon against the garland’s purple ribbon! Those colors look ghastly together and I can’t allow it!”
Asmo marched toward Satan and took the wreath right out of his hands.
You watched Satan's perplexed expression slowly change into something a little more ominous. The twitching in his jaw really gave it away. You wanted to step in right then and there, but you had a handful of delicate glass ornaments and you could tell you wouldn't be able to put them down fast enough.
Satan's frown deepened. “Since when does blue and purple look bad together?”
“Not all blue and purple, just these particular shades!” Asmo exclaimed.
“Didn’t you say earlier that you chose these ribbons specifically because they look good together?” Satan asked, his voice’s volume rising.
“That was earlier and this is now!” Asmo said. “Can’t I change my mind?”
“I’ll change your mind-“ Satan was in demon form before he even finished his sentence.
By this point you had managed to put down the ornaments without breaking any. You rushed to Satan’s side, unconcerned about the way his eyes seemed to look right through you. There was a deep growling in his throat, but you took his hand before he moved toward Asmo.
“Why don’t we go check on the garden decorations?” you asked him. “Leave these wreaths and garlands to Asmo and the others.”
Satan looked at you for a moment. His tail, still wrapped carefully around his leg, twitched slightly. He knew what you were doing, but when it was you…
You tugged on his hand and he followed you out of the room to the garden easily enough.
When Diavolo and Barbatos asked for help decorating the Demon Lord’s Castle for a festive party, Lucifer had volunteered the assistance of all his brothers as well as you. Asmo had quickly taken over the project due to having a lot of opinions about what decorations looked best. You should have known it was only a matter of time until a fight of some kind broke out.
You stopped by the pond in the garden where the stars fell slowly through the dark Devildom sky. There were tall candelabras around the courtyard area with thick white candles adorned with sprigs of mistletoe. They were too low for the traditional use as no one could effectively stand beneath them, but they were pretty and made you think of kisses all the same.
Satan huffed, his hand squeezing yours slightly but not painfully. “Why does he have to change his mind at the last minute like that? It derails all our progress.”
You reached up and caressed Satan’s cheek, watching his eyes soften at the touch. He pressed your hand to his face for a moment before placing a kiss on your palm. As he did so, he melted out of demon form.
Satan pulled you closer to him, wrapped an arm around your waist, and took a deep breath. He leaned his forehead against yours. “Thank you, MC,” he said.
He didn’t need to elaborate. There was an understanding between the two of you. Whenever Satan got angry, you were the one to pull him aside and calm him down before he did something he would regret. It was the way you were never scared of him, the way you only looked at him with love, that transformed his anger into a fierce need to be by your side.
Satan kissed you, pressing his body into yours, running his hands down your back. It was hungry and heated, with the edge of his anger just barely running through it. The possessiveness of his hold on you was a silent message that he had no intention of ever letting you go.
author's nonsense: itty bitty satan thing to get into the groove of writing stuff again bc i cant stop thinking about him aaaa..... .. .. ..
each year the exchange program ends, satan finds himself sitting down at his desk every night, writing about you. he's written countless poems, sonnets, and letters, missing you a little more with each word that flowed from his fountain pen.
he missed your laugh, your smile, your eyes, how you'd hold each other close at night, he missed holding your hand and softly kissing your knuckles on dates, how his lips felt against yours.
he missed sneaking into your room on school nights to bask in each other's presence, finally away from his pesky brothers. how he'd get up and go back to his room before everyone awoke, so nobody would notice he hadn't been in his room.
every night, after he finished writing, he'd put them in a crisp envelope, seal them with wax, and they'd all go in a little wooden box kept on the corner of his desk. the box was overflowing with envelopes by the time you had gotten back the following year.
the first moment satan could get you alone, he would give you the box, slightly flustered (evident from the tips of his ears being flushed bright red).
he would insist you read them at your own pace before finally welcoming you home properly with a longing hug.
You watched as Satan smiled and slowly pulled the red ribbon behind him. His eyes sparkled as the pitter-patter of a fluffy kitten could be heard running across his room to chase him.
You watched, amused and slightly frustrated. You were only frustrated because you were supposed to have gotten done wrapping gifts an hour ago but the little kitten was too enamored by everything, and Satan was too enamored by the kitten.
Thus, you’d been sitting on his bed for an hour watching him excitedly play with the fluffy little creature. You certainly couldn’t blame him as this sight was too cute to ignore, but at the same time, there’d be plenty of time to play carefree if he got the wrapping done now.
Satan glanced over to you on his bed and excitedly pointed out the little kitten trying to jump.
You hadn’t had this kitten for long. One of Satan’s cat friends, Roly-Poly, had a litter of kittens recently and this one needed a little extra help as he came out a little funky-looking. You didn’t mind the wide-eyed kitten with a crooked jaw. He was cute nonetheless and even Lucifer seemed to harbor some affection for the kitten.
Unbeknownst to Satan, this kitten was his gift. On the condition this kitten was his only cat unless explicitly allowed another by Lucifer, then he could keep it. After thousands of years, he’d finally have a cat.
You stared at the unwrapped presents for his brothers on the floor and decided to give them a try yourself as Satan was preoccupied.
He’d gotten Mammon some books on successful gambling; he got Leviathan an out-of-stock figure he’d been devastated to miss (only because Satan snatched the last one for him); he got Lucifer a book on relaxation techniques (you weren’t sure how that’d go over); he got food for Beelzebub and pillows for Belphegor, and lastly some rare and expensive makeup for Asmodeus.
You began with Asmodeus’s gifts as they were in the smallest containers and unrolled the paper only a little before—plop!—a little kitten was now in the middle of it.
You looked up at Satan who was snickering at your plans being foiled.
You carefully picked up the kitten who squirmed wildly in your hands as he tried to nibble what restrained him midair.
“Pft!” Satan laughed and took out his D.D.D. to record you. You gave him an exasperated look but couldn’t hold it and started laughing too.
You relented and decided to wait to wrap things until the kitten was tucked out.
You found the box of bows and placed one on the kitten’s head.
Lucifer had given you permission to tell Satan about his gift early if you wanted to and you decided now was as good a time as ever since nothing else was going to get done.
“Hey, Satan…” you started as you held the kitten up to him, bow on its tiny head.
“Hehe. Is this my gift?” He joked, not believing there was any possibility. Even when you nodded he still thought it a jest. “That would be nice. Are you going to try to convince Lucifer for me?” He asked and you shook your head and gave him a more sincere look.
“Satan. Lucifer told me that you could keep this kitten on the condition it’s your only cat unless he explicitly says otherwise.” Satan froze, slowly realizing you weren’t kidding. But he was still scared to get his hopes up so quickly and stared at you as you continued. “He told me I could tell you if I wanted to—“
Satan dove into your arms and the kitten broke free and ran under his bed, startled by the sudden change in Satan’s playful behavior.
Satan held you tightly and kissed your cheek. “Thank you, ___!” You exclaimed and you shook your head and gently pushed him away from you.
“It wasn’t my idea,” you explained and he looked stunned.
You’d long since given up on Lucifer letting Satan keep a cat. Every so often he let your cats visit the house but you became more concerned about them each time as it was hard to ensure their safety so you slowly stopped the visits. This left Satan more depressed as he now couldn’t even pretend to co-own a cat with you.
Satan slowly stood to his feet stunned and walked right out the door of his room. You got up and trailed behind him to see what he was doing. As you suspected he was heading right to Lucifer’s room and got some reason he was now in his demon form.
This could only go poorly so you stayed by Satan’s side hoping to calm him down.
Despite it being three in the morning when Satan loudly banged on Lucifer’s door, you heard Lucifer mumble, and his footsteps approach the door.
He was surprised to see Satan standing there angry-looking and gave him a puzzled look. “Yes…”
“This is a joke isn’t it?” Satan demanded answers and Lucifer looked past him and to you.
“I told him about the kitten.”
Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose as he sighed at his little brother whose tail swished back and forth like an angry cat.
“Really? You’re angry about this?” He sighed and Satan slowly calmed down, his eyes widening.
“You mean…you’re serious?” He gasped and Lucifer nodded, already regretting it when something surprising happened.
Back in his human form, Satan leapt towards Lucifer who had no time to dodge, and wrapped his arms around his brother.
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” Satan repeated until Lucifer pried Satan off of him.
Tears in his eyes Satan made Lucifer a promise, “I’ll get you a better gift I swear!”
Summary: You’re in attendance at a demon council meeting and completely distracted and enamored by Satan’s demon form. He notices.
Fluff, a little hint of spice?, small makeout sesh, cheesy flirting, short and sweet, soft Satan <3
credit to @strangergraphics for the dividers!! Check them out <3
Satan’s presence commanded the room. His demon form was a perfect balance of elegance and raw power— the sweeping horns, the golden adornments glinting under the chandelier light, and the sharp contrast of his piercing green eyes against his midnight-black attire. You couldn’t keep your composure as you stood by his side at the demon council meeting. The room was vast and intimidating, but all you could focus on was him. He was magnetic, his every movement exuding authority and grace, and it left you utterly breathless.
When Satan turned to address one of the council members, his voice was steady and authoritative, carrying an edge that made your heart skip. He glanced at you occasionally, offering a faint, reassuring smile when he caught your wide-eyed awe. He noticed, of course. How could he not? Your gaze never left him, and every small movement of his sent a ripple of butterflies through your chest. Your thoughts were a mess, hopelessly entangled in just how breathtaking he looked. You tried to focus on the proceedings, but his presence consumed you, leaving you hopelessly distracted.
Caught off guard, you stammered, “I-I wasn’t… I mean, you just… you look amazing.” Your cheeks burned as the words tumbled out, and you bit your lip, wishing you could take them back. The heat spreading across your face was unbearable.
Satan’s smirk faltered for just a moment, before softening into something warmer. “Amazing, hmm?” He repeated, tilting his head slightly as he studied your expression. He took a step closer, closing the distance between you. “Coming from you, that means more than you know.” His voice dipped lower, and the sincerity in his tone made your chest tighten.
Before you could respond, Satan offered his hand. “Come with me. Let’s go somewhere quieter.”
Your hand found his almost instinctively, and you let him guide you out of the council hall and back to the House of Lamentation. The walk was quiet, but tension buzzed between you, unspoken words lingering in the air. You kept stealing glances at him, marveling at how the moonlight seemed to soften his sharp features, highlighting the elegant curve of his horns and the glint of gold on his clothes. By the time you reached his room, your heart was pounding all over again. He opened the door, gesturing for you to enter first, and the familiar warmth of his space immediately wrapped around you. The scent of books and faint traces of his cologne made you feel both comforted and electrified.
The door clicked shut behind him, and when you turned to face him, the intensity in his gaze made you forget how to breathe. Without a word, you stepped closer, your hands sliding up his chest before wrapping around his neck. You whispered his name once, almost reverently, before pulling him down into a kiss.
This time, there was no hesitation. Satan’s hands gripped your waist, pulling you against him as if he couldn’t bear any space between you. The kiss was hungry and desperate, his usual composed demeanor utterly gone. You clung to him, your fingers tangling in his hair and tugging just enough to draw a soft, breathless groan from him. His lips left your briefly, trailing down to your jaw and neck, leaving you trembling with every touch. His hands wandered, tentative but firm, as if he was memorizing every part of you he could reach.
When you both finally pulled back, his face was flushed, his hair was an absolute mess, and faint marks from your kisses were already visible on his skin. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he stared at you, his emerald eyes darker than you’d ever seen them. You could barely catch your own breath, your lips kiss bitten and buzzing from his attention.
“Stay,” he said suddenly, his voice low and hoarse. He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing softly over your cheeks. “Stay with me tonight. Please.”
You didn’t need to think twice. Nodding, you leaned in to press a soft kiss to his lips, gentler this time, as if to soothe the storm you’d both unleashed. Satan exhaled a shaky breath, guiding you to his bed and pulling you down with him. His arms wrapped around you tightly, holding you close as if afraid you might vanish. He adjusted the pillows, ensuring you were both comfortable, before letting his hands rest on your waist, his touch grounding and steady.
Nestled against his chest, you felt his steady heartbeat under your ear, a stark contrast to how yours still felt. Satan buried his face in your hair, his voice a quiet murmur. “You… you have no idea what you do to me.”
You smiled softly, your fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. “I think I’ve got an idea.”
He huffed a quiet laugh, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of your head. “Still, it’s maddening. You’re maddening,” he murmured, though his tone carried nothing but an intense fondness.
The two of you lay there in comfortable silence for a while longer. You shifted slightly, turning so you could look up at him. His eyes fluttered open, and his gaze softened further when it met yours. Reaching up, you brushed a few strands of hair away from his face, marveling at how dispelled and endearing he looked.
“I like seeing you like this,” you admitted quietly. “All undone. Just for me.”
Satan’s lips quirked into a small, lopsided smile. Only for you,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He leaned down to capture your lips in one last, lingering kiss, his touch slow and deliberate, as though he wanted to savor the moment.
When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his eyes falling shut as his breathing slowed. The weight of the night began to melt away, leaving only the warmth of his embrace and the steady rhythm of his heart beneath your hand. Whatever the world had in store for tomorrow didn’t matter. For now, you were here, in his arms, and everything felt right.
hugs weren’t something the seven lords did often. they weren’t part of public appearances, and it’s something that proved difficult for them. even if it came naturally, that didn't mean anybody wanted to hug them.
but, hugs were something you had him doing much more often. whenever you were overjoyed, you’d throw your arms around him. when you were upset, you’d lean into him, arms open. even when there was no occasion, you’d hug him. hugs became synonymous with you.
it didn’t take him long to learn how much you loved them. so, whenever you were in a state, he’d reach for you. if you were stressed about family, anxious over a test, overwhelmed in a crowd, or even just in need of that enveloping comfort. you didn't need to do anything. maybe it was the pact, or maybe it was just how well he knew you, but he always had perfect timing.
breathing in his comforting smell and feeling the gentle warmth never failed to help you regain your strength. listening to his heartbeat, and letting your head rise and fall while rested on his chest was something only you were allowed to do. however long you needed him, even if it was all day, he'd be there.
and no matter what, at the end of the day, he’ll always be there for you. whether he’s touchy feely, or not, his arm will always be open. it's the least he could do for you.
That moment when Satan looks at his pact human to take their hand in his. Placing that hand to his own face to sigh and gaze at them with abiding love. His entire frame relaxed for him to give a purr of delight.
How he bites his lip in anticipation whilst reading, Fangs peaking out over his bottom lip, as he turns the page, covering his mouth with his hand as he's drawn into the book.
How if you're with him, he'll take one hand off of the book to rest it on yours, intertwining your fingers with his, as his eyes still trail over the words on the page. Repeating a passage to you that he thought was particularly well written.
How his eyes scan the room for his favourite people and furthermore how they light up when they see them, sitting next to them before taking out his D.D.D, homework, book ect.. If he's going to do something, he'd rather be in the comfort of someone he loves whilst doing so.
How despite his brothers being slightly terrified of his sin, they find him comforting because he's so easy to talk to. How Levi can go on a rant, and before he catches himself and starts to drown in self loathing, Satan will give a simple nod and say, "go on, I'm listening" and it will spark up his info dump meter again. How Mammon can go to Satan if he's mad at Lucifer because Satan will vehemently agree due to his dislike for him.
Thinking about Satan, thinking about his voice, his manner of speaking and the way he carries himself so well but he can switch within an instant, buried within his sin.
