#satan x reader

[thequietkid-moonie]

⸺ Satan

⚘ Safer in my arms than in the world (Yandere)

⚘ Do you believe me when i tell you that you are so pretty?

⚘ Finding out that S/O was previously suicidal

⚘ Abused human child slowly open ups to them (Eri!Reader) (Yandere)

⚘ "would you miss me when i'm not here anymore"

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[twinklesilverstar]

Lounge Chair

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Satan X F!Reader

CW: Cock warming, teasing, semi-clothed, semi-public, bratty, NSFW, implied semi-public sex, beach

Word count: Roughly 1.3K

A/N: You're at the beach with the brothers and find yourself in need of a nap. Only as the sun keeps moving, it seems Satan has the best lounge chair.

I don't wanna promise anything yet, because all my plans for writing keep getting sidelined. However I am going to try and post a few summer themed smut prompts for the Obey Me Boys. Enjoy the first one, which is a little on the tame side, as I get back into the swing of things.

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It’s been a fun day of hanging out on the beach, from building sand castles with Leviathan and trying to stay on a surfboard with Beelzebub. Yet, as the sun starts to rise higher in the sky, you realize you’re starting to feel a bit on the tired side. 

Waving away Asmodeus and Mammon and their offer to go out on a seadoo you head towards the one brother still in the shade. 

Satan. 

The Avatar of Wrath had wanted little to do with today, having found a new detective series he was trying to devour before the newest book was released. You still have no idea how any of you had managed the feat of getting him to come. 

“If you’re here to try and drag me into playing volleyball, I’m not interested.” His green eyes don’t even lift from the page. At least you know where the others have gone then. 

“I need a break from the sun.” You admit as you sit down on the lounge chair next to his. Grabbing one of the waters from the cooler and taking a sip, hearing your own sigh as the liquid helps to chill your insides. 

“Do you need to be so noisy?” You roll your eyes before you adjust yourself against the lounger. It isn’t long before the sound you hear aside from the wind is Satan’s fingers turning pages. Now you remember. He agreed to come so long as no one interrupted his reading. Fine by you, letting your eyelids shut as you decide to settle in for a nap. 

You aren’t sure how much time passes, but you don’t feel as cool. Moving your arm, you can’t help but notice the sun has passed just enough that part of your chair is longer in the shade. Glancing over at Satan, you notice he’s still reading, but his lounger is still well out of the sun, and will be for a while longer. 

“Switch seats with me, Satan.” 

“No.” 

“Come on! Mine's in the sun; I wanna stay in the shade.” 

“That doesn’t sound like my problem.” Flipping another page and you feel your lips quirk at his refusal. Swinging your legs over to the side and sitting up, you smirk. If he wants to be like that.

“Fine.” Rising to your feet and taking a few steps closer. Satan has his legs stretched out with the back of the lounger fully upright, one of his elbows propped up against the armrest and holding his book. His other hand hovering near his lips, a sign he’s enjoying the plot of the paperback. 

Perfect. 

With no preamble or other words, you turn with your back to him and drop yourself down into his lap. “Hey!” Leaning back against him, ignoring his protests as you make yourself comfortable. Letting your head fall against his shoulder, giving him an unimpeded view of the text written on the page. 

“If you won’t move, then you’re gonna share.” You can just imagine the way he’s glaring at the top of your head.

“You’re utterly ridiculous.” He doesn’t make you move, instead letting out a huff that you feel as much as you hear. You don’t care. With another few small adjustments to how you're sitting against him, you close your eyes and prepare to go back to your cat nap.

 Just as your breathing starts to even out, you realize something is poking your backside. Something you are very familiar with.

You can have a bit of fun with this. Keeping your expression neutral, you wait until you hear a few more pages turn before you flex the muscles of your lower back. The most minor of adjustments, but you hear Satan’s inhale stutter. Along with his cock giving a distinct twitch under you. 

It’s a few more seconds before his breathing steadies. You make a small noise, low in your throat, one you know you’ve made in the past when relaxing with Satan and dozing. Trying to better sell the idea that you aren’t doing anything on purpose. 

He goes back to reading. 

You wait a bit longer this time before you make your next move. Squeezing your buttcheeks together, you hear Satan make a noise this time, along with his dick growing a bit firmer.

It isn’t as long before Satan returns his focus to his book, or so you think as you try to come up with another movement that could be seen as something someone asleep might do. 

A turn of the page, and you gasp. Feeling his longer fingers rub down along your bikini bottoms, right above your clit. “We both know you aren’t asleep.” You let your eyes fall open, giving your hips a roll in a way that your asscheeks make a full circle around his cock. “We’re on a beach.” 

“A private beach.” Trying to argue with him, since while you do wanna keep relaxing, the idea of him fucking you out in the open is making your core start to drop. 

“I said earlier I want to read my book.” There’s an edge to his tone, but you think it might be one you can use to your advantage. 

“No one is going to question me having a nap against you.” Giving your butt another wiggle as you sit up just enough to grab one of the thin blankets that Asmodeus had packed. Spreading it across your lap and his. “Please Satan, I can feel how hard you are.” Reaching your hand down and pulling your bikini bottoms down so only the fabric of his swim shorts is between the two of you. “We don’t even have to have sex.” Tacking on as you let a small whine at the end. 

“If this stops your teasing so I can finish my book.” Closing it with a snap before you feel his chest shift behind you, assuming he’s looking around before placing both of his hands on your hips. A signal to move so he can loosen his shorts, and you feel his fingers brushing against the bare skin of your butt as he tugs his cock free. “Fine.” 

You can’t help as you lick your lips, leaning forward just enough so you can reach out and line up his tip with your dripping slit. Letting your weight allow you to spear yourself open on his shaft, your stomach clenching at the fullness you feel. “So warm.” Humming as you make a few other adjustments so you can enjoy how he feels inside of you while allowing Satan to keep reading his novel. 

“Now be good.” The arm not holding his book reaches down to make sure the blanket is doing its job before using it to pull you flush against his chest. “Or when we get home, I’ll take out all my frustrations by refusing to let you cum.” 

“Well that sounds like all the more reason not to be good.” Letting your eyelids flutter shut as you focus on the way he stretches out your walls, the slight burn along your insides since you had almost no prep. A few gentle clamps of your cunt and you relish the way he grows a bit harder.

Hearing Satan pick up his book again, you assume he’s going to ignore you, and you decide you’ll enjoy this with the promise of more later. Only to hear Satan whisper against the side of your ear, his voice having gone husky. “If you can be a good little cock sleeve until my book is finished and stop trying to distract me.” Your insides give a harder clench at his words, and the filthy ideas flooding inside of your mind have you growing wetter. “I’ll fuck you hard enough that you can’t walk home tonight.”

“I will be such a good cock sleeve Baby.” Panting the words as you try to ignore the way your heart is pounding against your chest and the line of fire that races up along your spine.

A satisfied hum from Satan, and you do your best not to distract him. So much for having a catnap.

[darklyndivinely]

Confession — The Office inspired

Pairing - Satan x gn!reader

Summary - Satan has made his peace about his unrequited love, or has he?

Warnings - Mild angst, otherwise none.

Wordcount - 350+ Words

A/N - Hey, it's been a while. This is just something that has been sitting in my docs since years. I am not sure that I will return to writing on Tumblr like before now. So I have decided to just empty everything and post all the little pieces that have been waiting for me to come around.

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Satan had made his peace with it a long time ago.

You were in love with his brother and you were happy. That’s all that mattered to him.

Did it hurt? It really did. It was worse to bear than the constant slow simmer of wrath beneath his skin, than the countless hurts and wrongs of his life.

Why? He'd lived a long life, he'd seen demons break, half of 'em he'd broken himself. But there's something humorously ironic about getting his heart broken by a tiny little mortal. Unintentionally.

When he'd volunteered to accompany you on your trip to the human world, he'd had no intentions.

Mammon, the lazy sucker, attended only half the classes at the uni, and spent half of those asleep or on his phone. Lucifer had finally lost his patience and assigned him a month of backup classes and projects to make up the missing credits.

The streetlights were spaced widely, more lively at night than Devildom. The roads were empty. Pollution blanketed the skies: there was no moon or stars in sight. Your clothes were rumpled and worn. There was a bit of chocolate on the corner of your mouth from the ice cream. The vanilla underneath that layer of chocolate dripping onto your fingers.

He didn't mean to say it. But...he doubted he'd feel that moment again, that little realization of passing time and the coldness of the cone in his hands. “I’m in love with you,” he said, pausing there by the tiled footpath.

“...What?”

“I…I have been for a long time now," Satan had tried to explain, but it'd been too... He'd read about love, obsessed over it, written about it, he'd wished for it, but no book had prepared him for the roil of knowing unrequited love. "I just—I just wanted you to know. I’m sorry if that’s weird for you to hear.”

You stared at him, ice cream forgotten and left to melt. “I don’t know what to say, Satan.”

“Yeah.” His throat felt wrapped in barbed wire. He tossed the cone aside. A bite of irritation flared in him at the stickiness coating his fingers. He fished out his handkerchief with numb fingers, feeling his eyes start to burn. "It's... Forget it. Forget I said anything."

[absdollutely]

my reqs are open for obey me x reader drabbles and hcs! ESPECIALLY fem/genderbent characters. i write for lucifer, mammon, levi, belphie, simeon, and satan <3

[dandilionschild]

Satan is your smile stitched

[lildsnutz]

A shitty one shot about Satan yearning in a really horny way for you. NSFW and whatnot I HOPE IT DOESNT SUCK

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For a demon as old as himself, Satan knows that telling someone you love them shouldn’t be this hard. Then again, how often has a demon as old as himself had to confess his love for another being, especially one quite as enthralling as you? He feels his eyebrows furrow. The familiar burn of irritation rising in his chest at the thought of allowing himself even to imagine that you could be feeling the same way. That you could be wherever you are now, having the same dilemma, the same desire for…

Satan rests his book in his lap, eyes closed as he leans his head back against the chair. Irritation turns into something else as he presses his thumbs just enough into the inner corners of his eyes, hoping to dull the uncontrollable pressure building below the surface. His leg bounces as he’s pulled into a full spiral of thoughts about you, making all of this much harder on himself in the process. He just can’t seem to control himself around you and what a cliche that is!

It’s all your fault, of course! You’re just so sweet to him; he doesn’t know what to do with himself. From checking in on him when you know he’s had a terrible day, spending nearly hours searching for him after yet another nasty argument with Lucifer, just to sit with him while he vents his frustrations to you. You never mind, you never care. You who made him feel like no matter the circumstance, there’s always space to let him just… exist. You know all his favorite books by all his favorite authors, and he didn’t even have to tell you; you just noticed! He’s never felt so seen by another being.

And he can’t even allow himself the courtesy of telling you all of this to your face because there’s no way he is deserving of the sort of love you give him. So he spends as much time as possible with you, taking you on dates that aren’t dates (if you ever asked… which you didn’t), inviting you to sit with him while he reads (you’ve fallen asleep with your head in his lap more times than he can count but that’s friendly… right?), soft, snarky comments about how boring it is listening to Lucifer during council meetings (your absolute perfect laugh making his heart flutter because you think he’s so funny).

Satan groans softly, realizing now that no matter how hard he tries, he cannot convince himself that you’re just another human. He has to tell you, he has to stop this foolish behavior and-

“Satan?”

He jumps abruptly in his seat. Hands moving away from his eyes to see you standing there. Right there! In front of him! For who knows how long! He tries hard to say your name casually, though it’s pretty clear at this point that acting casual is next to impossible.

“How long have you been standing there?” He manages to ask, voice strained.

He watches you glance him over, a look of concern on your face as you answer, “Long enough. What are you doing?”

“Nothing!” Satan blurts, mentally kicking himself at how much of a bumbling idiot he sounds like right now. He’ll have to remember to blame Mammon for this later.

He hears you hum softly before sitting next to him. Satan can’t keep his eyes off of you long enough to even attempt at collecting himself. He knows how he looks, especially to you. It’s not exactly late; he has been alone in this library for upwards of two hours. Sitting alone… in the dark… book open in his hand but never reading… hair and clothes visibly disheveled… He must look ridiculous! All this time spent thinking about you has him looking like he hasn’t slept in days. He feels ridiculous!

“Satan!” He’s startled by the sound of your voice pulling him away from his thoughts. He can’t even focus on what you’re saying and he feels awful for acknowledging that.

“This is your fault.” He states that before he can stop himself. It takes him all of five seconds to realize what he’s done but it’s too late. Your expression changes from one of concern to annoyance. A sour expression on your face that Satan thinks you manage to wear beautifully. He really is thinking like Mammon.

“My fault?” You ask, voice matching that expression on your face

Satan hesitates. On one hand, he’s perfectly content changing the subject to placate you. On the other hand, he knows that attempting this would be worse than just expressing his feelings to you. The chances of you rejecting him are not zero. He would hate to be the reason your friendship ends, but the longer he looks at you, that expression on your face, the knowledge that you’re even concerned for him, that you were in your room (or even with one of his brothers) and thought to check on him. It isn’t the first time, of course, but he can’t help that this time, it just makes him want you more. The very thing ripping his psyche apart is the only thing that could possibly put it back together. And he knows this.

He feels his breathing pick up, ignoring it. He feels himself moving closer, leaning forward, ignoring that too. He watches your expression change, your face heat up, your eyes soften; he can’t ignore that.

You whisper his name softly, as if you’re trying to get his attention, and it nearly makes him shiver. He says nothing, scared his words will betray him. His heart is hammering against his chest. He can’t take his eyes off you. Your faces are inches apart, he’s waiting for you to push him away, yet you never do.

Even when he finally kisses you and you completely tense at the feeling of his lips against yours, you don’t push him away. He can’t believe it. His head is buzzing. He pulls away just enough, just enough to look at you that’s enough to tip him over. Satan feels his whole body warm up at the sight of you. Red faced, quite literally shaking, white knuckling the front of his sweater with your eyes closed.

He kisses you again and this time, there will be no room for hesitation. He’s determined now, fueled by your shared desire for him. An unexpected turn of events has him trying very hard to control himself, but he must. Even as he guides you to lie down on the couch, he can’t pay attention to how his dick twitches at the gasp you let out; when you completely relax under him, but keep your grip on his sweater. He has to stay calm.

His tongue grazes yours softly, enough to elicit the softest of sounds from the back of your throat. Oh, that soft sound is enough for him to throw whatever semblance of rationality he has out of the window. He steadies himself with one of his hands at the side of your head before moving the other to rest at the side of your face gently.

Kissing you a bit deeper, just grazing the roof of your mouth with his tongue, his heart races, and he shifts enough to place his hips against yours. He can’t tell which part of his body needs you more. He feels your hands move to his back. Your fingers dig in as if you’re holding onto him; he can’t even rationalize this. Only minutes ago, he was sprawled against this couch, behaving like he’d fall ill spending another second without your touch. But now?

Now he moves his hand from your face, trailing it slowly down your side, not stopping the kiss for a second. You shiver as he gently dips his fingers under your shirt, just to feel your warmth. The wonderfully uncomfortable pleasure that is his dick straining against his pants only increases when he moves to kiss down your neck. Satan bites softly at first, enough to illicit a response, and what a perfect response you give. Whispering a soft, “don’t stop” as if he could.

He leaves deep hickeys just above your collarbone. The perfect spot, he thinks. Just enough to peek over your shirt, just enough to make whoever saw it second guess. A wonderful idea for later, when his nosey brothers wonder where you got off to for so long. Not that he’s concerned about that right now, of course, he isn’t! He’s much more concerned about the noise you make as he slides his hand past the waistband of your pants. And fuck is he concerned about how wet you are.

“I must say,” He pants against your skin, pressing soft kissing across your panting chest. “I wasn’t expecting to find ourselves in this situation.”

You whine softly. He can’t help but smirk. Using his middle finger to tease you just enough, clit hard and aching through your underwear. He feels your hips move slightly, asking so sweetly for more. And who is he to deny you?

Satan shifts just enough to trap you between himself and the couch effectively. He can’t risk the chance of someone seeing you like this, though he knows nobody ever comes to the library when he’s holed up in here for hours. He looks down at you and stops for just a moment. Your eyes are trained on him, half lidded and glazed over. Hair disheveled and breath uneven, he can’t help but admire how utterly mesmerizing you are like this.

Watching your face as he finally moved his fingers beneath your underwear. He groans at feeling how fully wet you are, slipping two of his fingers into you without resistance. Your head falls back, another gasp. He presses them up just enough, and your hips buck. How responsive!

He begins pumping his fingers into you, unable to help himself. Finding a rhythm that has you truly writhing against him and he can’t help but rut against you. He knows how filthy the two of you look. His fingers press deep, never trying to overwhelm you. No, that’s not what he wants. He wants to fill you. He wants to hit every right spot until you’re seeing stars. He wants to fuck you so good, you’re choking on your pleasure. Satan wants nothing more than to leave an impression of his dick on your insides and he fully plans to. He’s waited and yearned entirely too long for you.

He watches you arch against him, breathing shallow and quick, whining his name. The sound of his fingers working you really makes his dick hurt. But he has to stay calm. He has to let you finish. And as he does, he can’t wait to move you away from this couch, to have you in his room, pressed against his mattress for hours. He nearly cums at the thought. But no. Right now he’ll take care of you. Right now, he can wait because later there’s no chance he’ll let you go.

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IF THIS IS BAD OR TOO OUT OF CHARACTER IM SORRY I LOVE SATAN I SWEAR. I tried to keep it as gn as possible with an afab (willing to do amab) reader, this is my first time writing smut.

[theneighbourhoodferret]

Thoughts on the what if of the obey me brothers not making pacts with humans until they want to marry the human.

Just imagine having a pact mark that wraps around your ring finger like its a ring you can’t lose and is a reminder that he would be always there for you.



[peony-veins]

hello id like an obey me and twisted wonderland match up please!

my name is Fuyu and im 18!

id say im a very outgoing person whos very passionate about my personal interests. I love ranting about them all the time. I also love learning new things and sharing random facts with people (my favorite subject is history !) im a very clingy person both in communicating and physically I love giving my friends hugs and holding hands. and i tend to overthink alot of things. I adore when people actively reach out to me to talk and i prefer calling to texting bc i love hearing peoples voices  But when first meeting people i am quite shy when meeting people for the first time but i get more upbeat the more i talk to someone

Hobbies/interests : my hobbies are Cosplaying, Dancing, Art (mainly digital art) , (minorly) crocheting. Pretty much anything crafty related, i absolutely love theater too, i also love fashion studying it and experimenting with it myself I also enjoy anime and rhythm games 

Biggest passions : my biggest passion is dance ive been in dance since i was 3 years old and have danced competitively in the past

Biggest pet peeves/fears : my biggest pet peeve is when people cut me off just to change the topic and i have an immense fear of bugs and on a deeper level being alone

What do you value in partners? : communication is a very big thing for me

What do you avoid in partners? : people who dont want to put any effort in and expect me to do all the work. And people who dont communicate if theres a problem and just ghost instead of talking to me directly

Fun facts/extra tidbits you wanna add in! : im in college studying theater education! But i do struggle with some regular subjects (aside from history ofc) but my absolute least favorite is writing. I despise writing with a passion and have massive respect for anyone who can write

appearence: im 5’7 (abt 172cm) im african American and right now i have short hair with blue braids but i usually change the color every few months and im fairly skinny

For twst:Kalim al-Asim or Rook Hunt

Loud passionate blunt and bubbly , Kalim is an ideal partner for you since he will always put in the effort and communicate his wants and needs and he’s getting a lot better at listening to yours too! You’re both just two stars orbiting eachother is the best way I can put it. Also with your passion being dance he will teach you all of the ones from his country and wants to try all the ones you know too!!

Even in his roundabout way of it you’ll get what issues Rook has out of him loud and clear. You just have to take what he says at face value and not look too deep. Strange man. Your clinginess makes him swoon and he will always make sure your fears of being abandoned are put aside. You will never be alone with him.

For om: Satan

Loud. Brash. Satan is what you want. Even if he texts it you because he knows if he opens his mouth intentionally or unintentionally he will scream it at you and he’s working on that , he will communicate! He’s got two left feet himself so watching you dance has him mesmerised. Also , your passions and curiosity are definitely a big yes in his book. I mean c’mon? You’re wonderful for wanting to pursue things like this!