headbutting
nb!Satan x reader
wc : 0.3k
synopsis : all it took was one text and an offhand comment
a/n : the chats/list of Satan’s favorite cat habits was the cutest thing ever and I loved it and I love him and we need to give the man what he wants damnit-
While it’s true that the six brothers have gotten used to their new blonde addition to the family- and by extension his rage fits - even they were about to fall off their chairs and eat tile flooring at your boldness.
You’d walked in, all bright and cheery, saying your hello’s to each brother— until you reached Satan. To which you hummed in greeting before bonking your head against his at full force, horns clashing with a low ‘thunk’ sound.
A few choked on their food, others were practically hiding under the table, and Mammon was debating whether or not to pray for you (if that even worked anymore).
Lucifer chose to pinch the bridge of his nose with a sigh, dreading the tantrum that was sure to come…it never did.
No, instead they watched as Satan, wrath incarnate, number one rage fit thrower, began blushing. He even nuzzled against you in return.
“You..you guys are seeing this too, right?”
“I think we’re all dead—“
“—or hallucinating. Who cooked breakfast? It might be food poisoning.”
“My cooking is not bad, thank you very much! I-“
Satan’s eyes cut through everyone’s bickering with a glow, “Shut it.” Then they promptly softened when you gave him another- lighter- bonk.
“What’s our goal for today?”
Satan practically sighed his answer out dreamily, “No ripped books.”
“No ripped books.” You repeated with a smile, scratching at the base of his horns lovingly. When you sat down to eat, you blinked at all the looks you were receiving, “What?”
“Did- did you just scratch him like you would a cat?”
“Ooh, scratch my horns too!”
“So not fair!”
A growling Satan silenced them all once again, making you giggle. Sending a subtle smug glance to Lucifer, you placate the fourth born with a pat on the head.
