[ submitted my last assignment so of course it's another sleep drabble , self indulgent thats why the #representation lol ]
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It's one of those days. You don't bother knocking when you enter his room, so late at night, having just finished your shift at Hell's Kitchen. Sure as hell it was hell. Not sparing him even a glance, you were quick to face plant yourself against his bed. Why did your room has to be so far away again?
The air is silent for a few moments before his voice reaches your ears, a light chuckle that seems to ease down all of your strayed nerves. Satan always had that kind of charm. Lifting the heavy weight in your heart and body just by being there— by being here.
You heave out a deep sigh, eyes slowing to a close when you feel his fingers on your ankles, smoothly removing your shoes. Then upwards to the pins on your hijab, lifting your head with a practiced ease as he unwraps the fabric from your head.
There's more rustling until a weight settles beside you and an arm winds up around your waist to pull you close. You feel his palm glides upward to your back then to your head, brushing through the hair sticking to your scalp, a hum of contentment leaving your lips at the sensation. It's gentle. His fingers are soft against your skin. And the world finally comes to a still.
| 340 words | fluff | tw: none | obey me | satan x gn!reader |
: ̗̀➛ prompt: write a scene between two of your characters with no dialogue. Make it a quiet, private moment where we see what they’re like together when no one else is around. [credits: @/yourdailywritingprompt (tiktok)]
: ̗̀➛ note: finally my first post! so the goal is to get you guys to write your own little drabbles to these prompts as well! There's no talking allowed in the writing with this prompt so let's use this opportunity to try and be as descriptive as possible. I personally found it a little difficult, but keep this in mind; Show your readers what you want them to see in the scene, don't tell them. Good luck! Tag me in your drabbles, write them through a reblog, in the comments, or in my asks! I'd love to see what you all come up with :D keep it under 500 words!
The plush mattress and silky soft sheets are inviting beneath you as your eyes struggle to stay open, sleepiness washing over you in an instant. Your eyes close without your permission, leaving the page Satan was reading beside you. He had made it a habit somewhere along the way, of inviting himself into your room most nights to read and be in your company. Not that you minded much…Each turn of the page serves as a lullaby as you lie comfortably on his shoulder, taking in the sounds of the room as Satan occasionally reaches a hand up to run through your hair, soothingly.
The House of Lamentation is silent; it's about a few minutes past midnight and everyone is cooped up in their respective rooms, turning in for the night. The peaceful silence is comforting. The only sounds that remain are the quiet hum of the AC, keeping you both cool from the blazing Devildom summer heat, as well as the breathing of the man you loved beside you. The slight whistle of his inhale and the gentle breeze of his exhale, you feel yourself relaxing further into his side. The dim light illuminating the pages of Satan’s book glows softly behind your closed eyes and it’s not long until you’re deeply sleeping on his shoulder.
Satan feels your breathing slow into a patterned rhythm, your hands falling gently to your sides as sleep completely takes over your body. He smiles softly at your sleeping form and yawns before setting his book aside and shutting the small lamp off beside him. A deep sigh escapes his lips, one full of content and peace as he guides you down with him onto your pillow, holding you close to his firm chest. One swift peck to your cheek serves as a goodnight and the blond quickly joins you in your slumber, allowing the small noises of the silent room along with your sweet breaths to lull him to sleep next to you. It was just another normal night for you both.
Just a little thing that come to me earlier and needed to be put on paper♡
This is completely self ship coded.
Divider by @/elfbar-baby
Satan never thought that he would be so attracted and more in love with anyone than he is with you at this very moment.
The way your lips look so soft and kissable as you are berating the demon,your eyes almost glow as they hold nothing but fury, the tone of your voice has been sending electricity through his veins.
He is gripping the table edge so hard to stop himself from running over to you and pulling you of that chair and just kiss you before taking you infront of everyone (especially that low demon that your attention is on). The anger and jealousy that is filling him right now is not one he has ever felt before. The way that your perfect hands are grabbing onto that scums uniform keeping him in his place while you lash out daring to insult "your sweet levi" as you told him.
Levi was just being a bit quiet and insecure with his answers today when the little worm growled put for him to grow a spine and speak louder or not at all and that is when your sweet and calm bubble shattered. Grabbing and yanking the chair the pest was sitting on, before you got a hold of his uniform and pulling him up while standing on the chair.
Once his eyes met yours the gates of your anger opened and the full force of your malice was let out. The smell of fear and urine was filing the room. None had seen the sweet attendant like this and you never have looked more beautiful to Satan. Poor Levi was crying and blushing as you defended him. Satan felt himself about to burst. His pants never felt so tight. He would be thinking and touching himself for days to this.
These happen when one of you thinks the other just did something too cute for words. Neither of you are really sure how it happened, but all you both know is that now you can’t stop.
“Satan, look! I baked butterfly shaped cookies!” Nose kiss.
“(Y/n), I picked you up some food on my way home since I knew you hadn’t eaten today.” Nose kiss.
“I got you a new book, Satan! It made me think of you since it seems like something you’d like.” Nose kiss and a passionate kiss on the lips.
“If your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches. William Goldman.” He likes to do that, randomly quote romantic things to you just to receive a kiss.
~Remembers all the small things about you, things you would never expect. Your coffee order, your backup coffee order. Your favorite teas. What scents you like and dislike. What your favorite brand of pen is. He remembers it all.
~After working for centuries on keeping himself calm, will always be able to help you calm down. The best drinks, what the softest spot and fluffiest blankets in HOL are, little massages to make it all feel better.
~he’s fantastic at cooking and baking and will always try to make your favorites when he can. Brings healthy and tasty snacks when you’re studying together.
~Is an absolute gentleman. Always carries your bag, opens doors for you, pulls out your seat, will even pick you up and carry you over puddles or wherever needed if your feet start to hurt
~Can and will use his limitless connections to get you anything you could desire. Miss a human world food? He’s getting it for you. Spot someone wearing the most exquisite necklace? You’re getting one as well.
~He's basically an expert in controlling his emotions at this point, so you can count on him taking the time to rethink any arguments that sprout up, and when he's in the wrong, he'll absolutely admit it.
summary: enjoy some soft satan trying his best to comfort mc when things start to get overwhelming.
word count: 1,117
[a/n]: commission request for @miraculous-ladyfrog. i hope i did your request justice! p.s. hope you don’t mind i went over the word count! xx
You thought the brothers would never notice. After all, you tried so hard to keep all of your feelings under wraps so they would never to worry, but it all got to be so much, no matter how hard you tried. It was as though you had been peacefully floating on water when something had suddenly dragged you beneath the surface, and you were scrambling for a chance to breathe. You could never tell that, though. How could they ever understand?
At first, you didn’t mind so much, helping out the brothers with their problems and enjoying all Devildom had to offer, but the little things began to add up. It started when Diavolo and Lucifer had insisted you assist the student council and the members with all their tasks—even having you lead some. Then, with classes and exams piling up, Diavolo incorporated a new grading system for your circumstances—meaning you’d no longer be seen as a human exchange student but graded as one of the demons. And when you weren’t avoiding being eaten by a low-tier demon with less impulse control than Beel with one of Simeon’s famous BLT devil sandwiches, you realized a part of you missed home and humanity. It just wasn’t the same living without the sunshine.
So the plan was to fake a smile, and everything would keep moving forward, right? Right?
Satan was the first to see right through you; after all, he knows better than anyone else what a faked smile looks like.
It was all in the details: you were withdrawn during conversations and became more of a shut-in than Levi; he could have sworn you had tensed up in one of Asmo’s hugs; and worst of all, you weren’t greeting him with the smile he hoped you had only ever saved for him. He wasn’t sure what was wrong, but he knew something was definitely not okay.
Though in retrospect, inviting himself into your room after dinner one night for a subtle interrogation wasn’t the best thought out plan, but hey, at least you’re giving him eye contact right now. It’s a confused expression—although he wasn’t sure if it was directed at him, the small stack of books in his hands, or the package of cookies resting atop the pile. Little did he know, it was all of it. All of this was a lot to take in for you. You knew he was up to something, you just didn’t know what.
Satan was trying his best, though, and admitted he hadn’t seen you for a while and wanted to spend time with you—so long as it was okay. He had even brought cookies Luke had made if that could further tempt you. Suffice to say, he succeeded.
The two of you were sat side-by-side on your bed, your shoulders pressed snuggly together while the cookies remained nestled between both your laps. The low light from your lamp cast the room in a warm orange glow, the contrast between light and shadow sharpening Satan’s features. The soundtrack of the room was the occasional page turn or happy sigh from one of Luke’s desserts. It should have put you at ease, having the Avatar of Wrath peacefully reading beside you, and yet your thoughts came pouring down like rain.
Maybe he did know something was wrong—or, at least, a little off—with you. He might not be the most emotionally intelligent of him and his brothers, but he was fairly perceptive. And most importantly, he was trying to help you in his own way. That had to count for something, right? But that also means you weren’t hiding your feelings well enough from them. You knew it was wrong to do it, but if the others found out then—
“You haven’t flipped your page.”
You were so consumed in thought, all you could do was stare blankly at him. “What was that?”
Satan let out a low sigh, shaking his head. “You’ve been staring at that page for over ten minutes now,” he stated matter-of-factly, setting down his own bookmarked book, “and I’m doubtful anything there is fascinating enough to keep your attention for that long.”
Any witty retort you had locked and loaded all but died on your tongue. Setting aside your book, you tugged your knees to your chest and let out a defeated sigh of your own. Were you really going to do this? Spill your guts to him about how you felt as though you were drowning in your own emotions? So overwhelmed you ran on autopilot for basic function? You felt guilty keeping it inside because it clearly did not go unnoticed, yet it seemed wrong to emotionally dump all your problems on the demon. Was this just a lose-lose situation you had to dance your way through?
“Hey,” he whispered. The tenderness in his voice drew your attention back to him; there was something earnest shining in his eyes, almost as a though he understood without you ever uttering a word. “You don’t have to say anything if you’d rather not talk about your feelings, but I don’t mind lending my ear if you ever change your mind.” A faint rosy blush bloomed on cheeks as he cast his gaze to the hands folded in his lap. “I do care about your feelings and what you have to say.”
Now it was your turn to have your face flushed. After a moment of thought, you decided to tell him all that had weighed on your mind: the expectations, exams, trying not to die, and just missing home. At the last one, Satan’s chest tightened the slightest bit, though he knew it couldn’t be helped if you longed to see the human world. You weren’t sure when you rested your head on his shoulder or when he wrapped his arms around you, but you didn’t seem to mind; he never interrupted you once—merely nodding along to what you had to say while absentmindedly rubbing his thumb over your arms.
Relieved to get this all off your chest, you found yourself drifting off on Satan’s chest, mumbling, “Thank you, Satan,” before sleep could pull you under.
He never left your room that night. No, he stayed with you resting in his arms and overthinking why he went through all the trouble. When things are broken, they must be fixed. But Satan knew you weren’t broken, and you certainly didn’t need to be fixed. But for some reason, he couldn’t stand the idea of not seeing your smiling face throughout the day. If you missed the sunshine, then that’s what your happiness was to him, and he understood why you’d be reluctant to ever let that go.
Summary: After your attempt with Lucifer, you decide to try your luck with pick up lines on the next brother in your sights… Satan.
A/N: I got this idea from prompt 340 from the account Creative Writing Prompts :)
Part 2 of the MC isn’t good at pick up lines series lol
part one
“Do ya really think this’ll work?” Mammon asks with a bored tone, the male picking at his nails as he sits on your bed while you pace back and forth in the middle of your room.
“Well, no, not really.” The two of you are having an emergency meeting, as you personally like to label it, after your failed attempt of using a pick up line on Lucifer. To say that Mammon laughed when you explained just how much you failed would be an understatement. You’re convinced he grew a set of abs with how much he enjoyed your misery. You won’t dwell on it though, no, this is a challenge that you’re set on winning. “But, I figured using pick up lines on Satan would be good practice.”
“Good practice for what, exactly?” Mammon asks with a raised eyebrow.
You stop your pacing and think, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth. With a shrug of your shoulders, you look at Mammon with a smile. “I dunno.” Mammon stares at you blankly before sighing in defeat.
“Ya sure are weird.” He huffs and leans back on your bed to get comfortable. “Have ya thought of any pick up lines to use on him?”
“Nope.” You admit with a sheepish grin and he sighs again.
“Have ya even considered the type of pick up lines he’d like? Ya can’t just waltz up to him and expect him to like the shit ya tried on Lucifer.” You feel your eyebrow twitch at Mammon’s words. You hated it when he was right.
“Man, Lucifer didn’t even like the pick up line I tried on him!” Well, more like he didn’t understand the pick up line you tried on him. “And now I have to sit through a lecture of his later on the history of fallen angels. I just have to try and make sure I don’t end up running into the same issue with him, though Satan doesn’t really strike me as the lecture type.”
“I think Satan would rather drop dead than give ya a lecture if it’s not about a favorite book of his.” Mammon snorts before sitting back up; that man’s always restless. “That being said, ya should probably find out what type of pick up line would work best on him. Ya can’t use the same type for everyone. Ya gotta find one that matches his interests.”
“Since when were you so good with pick up lines?”
“Ya picked me, didn’t ya? Besides, I’ve spent time with Asmo. The man’s practically spewin’ out pick up lines on the daily.”
“Things that match Satan’s interests…” You tap your chin with your index finger. You sit yourself down on the floor, hands resting on your knees as you stare up at Mammon in thought.
“And what type of pick up lines are ya goin’ for? Are ya tryin’ to romance him? Or do ya just want to throw him for a loop?” You hadn’t thought of that either. Really, when did Mammon become so knowledgeable with this stuff? “Satan’s the type of guy where if ya bat your lashes at him, he’ll probably end up followin’ ya around all day like a lost puppy. Don’t wanna lead the guy on or anythin’.”
“You’re being significantly more helpful than you were earlier. If you had done this with Lucifer, I probably would be free of a lecture tonight.”
Mammon’s eye twitches as he glares down at you from his place on your bed. “Hey, keep that shit up and I’ll leave ya here on your own!”
“Yeah, yeah.” You wave him off with a disinterested sigh. You needed to make a list of things Satan likes, which shouldn’t be too hard. You jump back up to your feet, Mammon startling where he sits from the sudden burst of energy. You grab a notebook from your desk, flipping to an empty page and grab a marker. After a minute or two of you quietly scribbling things down, you show off your list to Mammon, similar to a proud child showing their parents a drawing they made.
“Cats...books...uh,” his eyebrows furrow as he looks at the list closer, “did ya actually write ‘smart things’?” You let out a sheepish chuckle as you scratch at the back of your neck. “Why am I not surprised?”
“Maybe it’s because I’ve been hanging out with you too much. I’m losing brain cells by the minute; maybe I should charge you a fee for killing so many off.”
Mammon shoots you a scandalized look before scoffing loudly, “ya were stupid before ya arrived to the Devildom! Don’t act like this is on me.” Before you can counter his attack, Mammon begins to speak again. “Satan isn’t the type who would like pick up lines about books. I also don’t think he’d appreciate cat ones either; they seem a little too cheesy for him.” You take his words into consideration before turning the list over in your hands and scribbling the first two options off the list. “So that just leaves us with…” Another sigh escapes Mammon from where he sits. “And what on earth does that possibly suggest?”
“I don’t know!” You let out a flustered shout as you squirm under his gaze. “Just smart things! Things smart people would enjoy! Physics? Science? Wait-- physics and science are the same thing, right? Oh god, what are smart things? Frogs?”
“Frogs?”
“It’s the first thing that came to my mind, don’t judge me!” You’re a little too flustered now.
“He likes politics. Why don’t ya look up pick up lines on politics? Maybe there’s some out there on the internet; some weirdo has got to like them.” He comments while digging his D.D.D out of his pocket. Within a few seconds there’s a frown on his face. “There aren’t many… and the ones that I found-- well, they’re fuckin’ awful.” Just before you can both give up and admit defeat, an excited gasp leaves Mammon’s mouth and his phone screen is immediately shoved in your face. “What about this one?”
You move your face back just enough so you could actually read the words on his screen. A grin forms on your lips when you read it over once. “This is perfect! He’ll be swooning, I just know it.”
“He’ll probably be impressed too that ya know so much about global warmin’ and what not. We really outdid ourselves with this one.” There’s a smug smile on his face that’s nearly identical to yours. “So, what are we doin’ wastin’ time here? Stop sittin’ around and find Satan!” You want to argue that Mammon’s the one sitting around, but you decide to let it go just this once.
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“Target sighted.” You find yourself reporting to Mammon via an old walkie-talkie. It wasn’t your idea, and you didn’t know why you couldn’t just text Mammon yourself, but the white haired demon insisted that this would be a more convenient means of communication. You didn’t even know that Mammon had these hidden around in his room, but you guess you shouldn’t be too surprised. With the antics Mammon’s always up to, you probably didn’t want to know why he had these in the first place.
“Awesome. Where’s he at?” Mammon’s voice, accompanied with static, rings through the speaker.
“The library; where else?”
“Fair enough. Alright then, go make your move. Wait,” he quickly cuts himself off and for a second you’re worried that Lucifer somehow found out about this, “do ya remember the line?” You breathe out a sigh of relief before rolling your eyes while turning the volume down. You’ll be amazed if Satan didn’t already know you were lingering outside the library with how loud Mammon is.
“Of course I remember the line. It’s just a sentence.”
“Alright, alright. Jeesh, I’m just tryin’ to help; sue a demon for tryin’.” Just before you can switch off your walkie-talkie, you hear the static pick up again with your name being called. “Wait, leave it on. I wanna hear how it goes.”
You debate for a moment, you could easily leave it off and tell him that you turned it off long before he asked for you to leave it on. You sigh though, already knowing that he wouldn’t buy it. “Fine, but you better not make a single peep, Mammon.” With him confirming to stay silent, you turn the volume nearly to zero before stuffing it in your back pocket. Clearing your throat once, you knock on the library door before pushing it open. “Satan?” You call out, your eyes scanning the room for the familiar blond.
“Over here.” His voice calls from the back of the room. As you approach the fourth oldest, you smile to yourself when seeing him surrounded by a pile of books on the library couch.
“Keeping yourself entertained?” You ask gingerly as you peer over the pile. “Have you been in here all day?”
“Nearly.” He responds, barely looking up from the book that held his attention from his current stretched out position. He reminds you of a cat with the way he’s laying around. You look down to see what he’s reading, a smirk forming on your lips when seeing the title. “You’re reading a book about global warming?” Sometimes you’re amazed with how well the universe lines things up for you.
“Mhm.” He responds lazily. “It’s a topic I’m interested in. I like learning about problems in the human realm and how they react to them. Who would’ve thought that the issue of global warming would be such a controversy there?” He’s sitting up now, though he’s still reading from his book. You wonder how he can pay attention to you while also paying attention to the book he’s reading.
“What do you mean?”
He moves over so that you can sit next to him, an eyebrow raising on his expression. “Well, both the Celestial Realm and the Devildom know about global warming, and the cause is also extremely obvious to us. It’s both humorous and disappointing that the humans don’t understand what’s causing it, and it’s even more mind blowing that some of them believe that it’s a made up concept. If anything, I look into these types of topics simply so I can see the perspective of humans.” You can’t believe how well Satan’s setting you up for your pick up line. Maybe this would actually work out in your favor for once.
“I know the cause of global warming.” You announce a little too proud.
“Oh?” There’s a look of amusement on Satan’s face as he places his book down beside him, giving you his full attention. “Do tell. I’d love to hear your perspective, this could help me further understand your species and--”
“You must be the reason for global warming because you’re so hot.”
Full silence. You can’t even hear the faint static of your walkie-talkie, and you think Satan might’ve stopped breathing. Maybe you should say something? Did he take offense to that? If you listen closer to the silence, you might hear Mammon laughing at you from somewhere in the house. “Ah, well, I suppose I did want to learn more about the human perspective…” He lets out a disappointed sigh before forcing a smile onto his face. This was too much to bear, you think dying in a hole somewhere would be a more pleasing option.
“Y-You know what? I think I hear Lucifer calling for me. Probably failed another test or something, I should go see what he wants.” You’re quick to excuse yourself as you scramble off the couch with a red face.
“Oh? But I don’t hear anything.” He says with a slight frown. “While I am flattered, actually, it’s primarily because of too much carbon dioxide in the atmosphere.” His eyes never leave you as you awkwardly try to step over one of the piles of books, instead tripping over your own feet and knocking the stack over. You didn’t want to sit for a lecture; you should have never used a “smart things” pick up line when you still had Lucifer’s lecture on fallen angels to listen to.
“Really?” You ask absentmindedly as you clumsily try to stack the books back on top one another. “I didn’t know that.” You need to get out of here, and fast. You could tell Satan was about to go on an educational lecture and you only had seconds to flee. Suddenly, before you can dart past the now fixed books, a hand with a strong grip wraps around your wrist.
“Tell me,” he speaks your name with an eerily serene smile on his face, “have you ever heard of a carbon footprint?”
