Summary: It’s been thirty minutes, and Satan’s eyes haven’t stopped staring at the screen filled with cats. All previous attempts to distract him, ahem, make him pay attention to you went in vain, so the next attempt? Kiss him. Perhaps you’ll die, but you’ll die with memorable last moments. R.I.P to you, cause of death being your own shenanigans.
Genre: Tooth-rotting fluff
Pairings: Satan x GN! Reader
Warnings: None
Special Appearance: Lulu from Creamheroes
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Satan and cats remain an enigma to you.
Both have a ‘don’t mess with me’ attitude, are adorable little shits(at times) and their true intentions are a mystery.
Satan has been staring at the screen without moving since the past thirty minutes, and you have started to wonder if he has turned into a statue,plus the idea of poking him to find out is really,really tempting. All you previous efforts bore no fruit. Talking,questioning,even threatening to prank Lucifer without him does nothing.
Damn this
So, with the courage of a knight about to fight the formidable dragon, you poke him. Once. Twice. Thrice.
No response. His eyes are still glued to the screen, mouth curled up in a smile as he watches Lulu, the cat from the human world you had introduced to him. And Lulu’s adorable. With that tail and face, plus those cute little paws, and his appetite, he captures everyone’s heart. But Satan’s eyes do not tear away from the screen to even look at you. Damn you Lulu, too cute for your own good. Stealing my man demon.
Operation: Talk and Operation: Poke have failed. The next ? Operation: Kiss
This is perhaps the worst decision of your life, the second being eating Beel’s pudding. Although he didn’t lose his temper, or shout, that kicked-puppy look had you order a hundred puddings just to see him smiling.
Well, at least if you die you will die with honor. Here goes nothing.
You lean forward, immediately angling Satan’s face towards you. He first looks annoyed,but then his eyes widen, Lulu having been dropped on his lap. You press your lips against him, and boy, those lips are softer than anything you've touched before.
You pull away quickly, although these being your last moments are memorable ones. Perhaps, after you die, you’ll reside in Belphegor’s pillow, and scream during random times at night to wake him up, just like he did.
Satan stares at you with an unreadable look and you recite your last goodbye in your head. This it,this is how you die, R.I.P. to you, dead due to your own shenanigans.
But then he lurches forward and cups your face, and kisses back feverishly. Who’s the distracted one now?
After he pulls back, Satan leans his forehead against yours and smile.
“If you just wanted attention, kitten, you should have asked.” That smug, infuriating smile is back, and you’re not sure whether to slap or kiss it off.
“You kept looking at the damn screen” You mutter with embarrassment “Didn’t look at me even after I poked you.”
He snorts.
“Well, Lulu is too adorable to not look at."
“One more word and I shall feed you to Lulu himself!" You glare with mock anger at him, playfully making your voice sound serious and angry, albeit a poor imitation of Lucifer’s, who is sneezing in his room at this moment.
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.
Pairing: Satan x gn!reader
Genre: angst, fluff
Warnings: none
Summary: You’re best friends with Satan but you feel more towards the avatar of wrath. You wish nothing more than for him to feel the same way but you know that it’ll never happen. You’ll just love him from afar
Word Count: 1.6k words
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The sun is filling up the room and I can hear you dreaming
Do you feel the way I do, right now?
You study Satan’s face as he sleeps peacefully, a soft smile on your face. No matter how many times you wake up beside him, your heart always stirs at the sight of his bedhead and flushed cheek from laying on his right side too long.
You slowly reach out to him and brush his bangs out of his eyes, his long eyelashes remaining kissed to his cheeks despite the fact that your fingers are now ghosting along his smooth skin.
Sighing softly to yourself, you pull your hand away from his face. You don’t know why you keep letting yourself do this, to keep avoiding what the facts are by pretending that maybe, just maybe, there’s a possibility.
I wish we would just give up
Cause the best part is falling, call it anything but love
You’re not exactly sure when you started to feel this way towards Satan. You just remember that one day you woke up and realized that you wouldn’t mind kissing him or going on a date. Those were the good days; when you could convince yourself that he might feel the same.
And I will make sure to keep my distance
Say "I love you" when you're not listening
And how long can we keep this up, up, up?
Because it’s anything but true. You can’t keep denying it and trying to tell yourself that there’s hope.
There is no hope.
You’re in love with your best friend and he doesn’t see you that way. So, why don’t you just tell your heart to shut up and go back to sleep?
Now you know that you have to keep your additional feelings to yourself, to keep them quiet when you’re around him, to only whisper ‘I love you’s when he’s asleep or far away from you.
But how long can you keep this up? How long can you keep pretending that you don’t lo—like him? You’re afraid you’re being so obvious about how you feel, his eyes always catching yours staring, and your appearance becoming flustered if he looks at you too long or brushes his fingers against your skin.
Please don't stand so close to me, I'm having trouble breathing
I'm afraid of what you'll see, right now
I'll give you everything I am
All my broken heartbeats until I know you'll understand
It’s times like this when you find it harder to breathe, the ache in your chest becoming unbearable. Times when he’s asleep, his body close enough to yours that you can feel his heat. Times where he has tears in his eyes from laughing so hard at something you said. Times where the lines blur and you two cuddle or hug each other just a little longer than usual.
You have to remind yourself every time though that he doesn’t want a lousy human like you though, that he’ll see how weak and pitiful you are compared to him. Despite thinking this though, you can’t help but want to give your heart away to him, your fragile and easily-excitable heart.
And I keep waiting for you to take me
You keep waiting to save what we have
From time to time, you like to fantasize about what might be. In that pretty, delusional head of yours, you like to see Satan run to you in the rain and hold you while you kiss, or write you a poem telling you he loves you and all the reasons why he does.
Every time you start to think that he could return your feelings, he reminds you that he never could. Those hugs that sometimes last too long? He’ll pull away and apologize. When you two end up falling asleep after hanging out with each other until the early hours of the morning, he’ll hold you so close that you think your heart might give out on you from how hard it’s beating. Sometimes he’ll wake up in the middle of the night or before you in the morning though and you’ll find his arms gone from around you. Anytime you think you’re making progress with your potential relationship, he takes two steps back.
Make sure to keep my distance
Say "I love you" when you're not listening
How long till we call this love, love, love?
How much longer can you keep doing this though? Every day, you feel like you’re dying a little inside when you don’t get to kiss him or tell him all the reasons why you love him.
Yeah, love. How pathetic.
It wasn’t until the next time that you two ended up sharing a bed that you slipped up.
You awake before him, doing your usual process of touching his face before pulling away. You didn’t notice it at the time but his eyelids flickered, meaning he was awake and keeping his eyes closed.
And, staying true to tradition, you whisper the fatal words that could end your friendship. “I love you, Satan,” you whisper, just loud enough for his ears to hear. To your shock, his eyes pop open and stare at you in surprise. You two stay like that for a moment, staring back at each other like deer caught in headlights.
“Ignore that-”
“What did you-”
You both try to speak at the same time before stopping when the other tries to speak. When you both go silent again though, you don’t hesitate to sit up to leave his warm bed.
“Wait!” he shouts, grabbing your arm and tugging you back into what used to be your safe haven. You tumble back into the heap of blankets, squeezing your eyes closed when he crawls to hover over your body. You can feel his heat again, pieces of his body melding against yours. God, your heart might actually stop beating any second now.
“(Y/n), look at me,” he whispers, one of his hands that was previously keeping him held up above your body now coming to cup your cheek. His thumb glides along your cheekbone, his finger easily noticing the heat in your cheeks.
When you don’t open your eyes, he sighs. Your instant reaction is to tease him about his morning breath but you don’t think you could even say a word in this state. With your eyes still tightly screwed shut, he decides to risk it all right here and now.
He leans down and connects your lips, your eyes finally flying open at that. The kiss is short and innocent, his head pulling away after barely kissing you. “There are those eyes that I love so much,” he whispers with a fond smile. This only causes your heart to fly up into your throat, making it nearly impossible to breathe.
He laughs at your reaction, his emerald eyes lighting up when the sun starts shining in through his window. “You’re such a dork,” he teases.
This seems to knock you out of your daze.
You scoff and instantly swing your hand up to hit him in the chest. “I am not! You’re the dork that apparently couldn’t confess that he likes me! You left it all up to me!” you screech. His eyes widen for a moment before they crinkle with laughter that’s escaping him despite the fact that he’s trying to be serious.
“You didn’t even mean to confess to me. You thought I was asleep,” he argues.
“Yeah well, normally you are asleep when I say that…” you start confidently before starting to grow nervous once more. Sure, he’s kissed you now but he hasn’t said the three words back to you.
His eyes widen at your reply and his heart is now the one starting to malfunction a bit. “You’ve said that you...before?” he asks, acting as if the words ‘love me’ are a curse that aren’t allowed to be spoken.
For some reason, this gives you the strength you need to say your next words.
“Yes, Satan, I’m in love with you. I have been for a while now,” you state, staring up at him with no fear. Well, you don’t show it but you definitely feel it.
He stares at you gobsmacked for a while, just staring at you with his mouth opening and closing while he tries to figure out what to say. When the silence starts to stretch on a little too long, you sigh and turn your head away to hopefully hide your tears.
“I knew it,” you mumble, “Can you get off?” When he doesn’t reply or do as you asked, you slowly turn your watering eyes to look up at him. Your eyes widen once more when you find his face beet red and sheepish.
“I love you too!” he says louder than need be, his head ducking down between his shoulders when he realizes just how loud he was. Now, it's your turn to stare at him in shocked silence. There seems to be a lot of staring and surprise going on this morning.
“Good,” you breathe, a smile breaking out on your face. He smiles brighter than you, using both thumbs to wipe the tears from your eyes.
“How could I not?” he asks before kissing you again. This time, you do tease him about his morning breath but he jabbed you right back with a big smile.
This definitely isn’t how you pictured the confession going or how you imagined you two getting together but this was good.
It’s the messy start of your own love story.
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Pairing: Satan x f!reader
Genre: fantasy au, fluff?
Warnings: none
Word Count: 2.3k
Summary: Waking up to a surprise, (Y/n) starts her day off a little rocky before things slowly smooth over. Until, it’s suddenly not so smooth anymore.
Chapter: 3/?
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Your fight or flight response immediately occurs and you choose to fight. Since his brain hasn’t processed that you’re awake yet, you easily shove him off and stand. You’re standing by your clothes and weapons before he can even blink.
“Hey, are you okay? Should you be moving around so much?” the man asks. You scoff as you grab your sword, unsheathing it and instantly pointing it towards him. You feel the heat of embarrassment swarm your cheeks from being naked but you’d rather be embarrassed than dead. Or whatever he was planning on doing.
“Like you care. What do you think you’re doing, huh? You’re lucky I don’t gut you like a fish right now,” you snarl. His brows furrow as his head tilts to the side, his eyes studying you with...curiosity? Not lust or hunger, but...wonder?
“Why would you want to do such a thing? I was only seeing if you were okay,” the, definitely not handsome, man replies. You scoff at this and take a step closer to him, your grip tightening on your sword.
“Oh yeah? And, what, you needed to do that naked?” you snap back instantly. He seems to become even more confused as he looks down at himself, slowly pushing off the ground to stand.
“Of course I am naked. You are naked as well, are you not?” he says softly, his head still tilting to the side like a curious or confused animal. You grunt at this and set your sword down to pull your oversized tunic over your head. You make sure to keep your eyes on him though.
“Yeah, I was. You were naked over me while I was asleep though,” you snap, emphasizing the second to last word. He continues to stare at you and doesn’t even bother trying to hide his naked body. You make sure to keep your eyes up at his face because of this.
“I am always naked. Are you not?” he asks, taking a step towards you. And just like that, your sword is back in your hands and pointed at him. He looks from you to your sword, now turning his curious gaze to it.
Before you can reply to him, he steps up to your sword and runs his fingers along the smooth side of the sword. “What is this?” he asks, poking the tip of the sword before quickly pulling it away to look at his finger. He didn’t cut himself but he did apply enough pressure to feel the sharpness of the blade.
Now you’re the confused one. You slowly bring your sword down, sensing that he’s genuinely acting like this and has no malicious intentions. “You’ve never seen a sword before?” you ask, looking down at your blade once more. He shakes his head and squats down in front of you to continue looking at it.
“Soard,” he repeats, his pronunciation being a little off. You can’t help but smile a bit at this. He seriously doesn’t know what a sword is? You hum and turn the sword towards your side before offering him the hilt.
“Want to hold it?” you ask before you can stop yourself, not bothering to correct his pronunciation. Could you be any dumber? He’s probably acting and was waiting for the right opportunity to attack. But something in your gut tells you he’s not acting. Either way, you could take him with or without a sword. You’ve done enough training to be able to do so.
He looks up at you before looking back down to the silver, gently taking it from you. His hand weighs down with the swords’ weight before he adjusts and holds it up properly. He stays squatted like that as he observes the sword and touches it. He reminds you of a little kid sitting on the floor to play with their toys.
You hum at your thoughts and then move to your clothes, deciding his distracted state would be the best time to finish pulling on the rest of your clothes. You slip them on before shoving your chemise into your bag with heated cheeks. You’ll have to put that back on later.
With your eyes still on him, you place your hands on your hips as you take your time in studying him now. “You’re one peculiar fella,” you say out of the blue, bringing the naked man’s eyes back to you. He smiles at this before letting out a boyish giggle.
“I believe that you are the more peculiar one,” he says between his giggles. You smile back at him, feeling yourself start to relax more around him; especially now that you have clothes on. You hum in response before going to put all your weapons back onto your personnel. You get the sword last, gently taking it from him to sheathe it before strapping it to your hip.
“What’s your name?” you ask once all your weapons are strapped to you again. He looks at all of them with a shine in his eyes as he replies.
“You can call me Satan. You really are a strange one,” Satan says as he steps up to you, looking at your arrows that appear over your shoulder. He reaches out to touch one before you step back, feeling your body warm up to an uncomfortable temperature. He pouts when you move away from him but doesn’t make an attempt to follow you.
“Right. I’m the strange one,” you sarcastically reply. He doesn’t seem to notice your sarcasm though. If he did, he decided to ignore it.
“I’m glad we agree. So, what may I call you?” he inquired with a grin. You hum again as you bend down to pick up your bag.
“(Y/n). It’s nice to officially meet you,” you reply as you heft your bag onto your shoulder before offering him your hand to shake. He just stares at it though, once again getting that look to his eye. Maybe he just doesn’t like shaking people’s hands? Maybe he has a thing with dirt?
Well, if that were the case, he wouldn’t be naked, you suppose.
You drop your hand anyway and then pull out an apple from your bag. You take a bite and then look him over, still making sure not to let your eyes wander too far below. He’s skinny but he’s not a twig. He’s lean but not muscular. Why is he naked anyway? Was he like you? Did he get caught in the rain and found this cave? Or maybe he already knew about it?
“Hungry?” you ask as you take out a pear to offer to him. He smiles at your offer and gently takes it from you.
“Thank you! Where did you find this?” he asks excitedly. You raise a brow at this as you take another bite from your apple.
“What? The pear? We grow all sorts of fruits in my village,” you explain. This only causes him to become bewildered.
“Velleg,” he tries to copy the word, making you smile and shake your head.
“No, no. Village,” you repeat, saying it slower. He watches your lips move, a giddy smile on his face.
“Village!” he says back to you, growing excited at learning a new word. Wow, he really is like a little kid.
Wait, new word? He doesn’t know what a village is? Is he not from around here? Maybe your native tongue isn’t his?
“Yes. Good job. Um, where are you from?” you question as you move towards the rushing water.
“I am from here!” he informs, hearing his voice follow after you. You hum as you stick your apple into your mouth before climbing out of the cave. You then move swiftly to the ground by the lake, turning to look back at him. Before you can think about his words, he surprises you by jumping through the waterfall and into the water.
You gasp and take a step back to ensure that you won’t get wet. He swims to the top and smiles over at you, swishing his wet hair out of his face. He swims to you in the most graceful way you’ve ever witnessed.
Is this man even real?
He steps out of the water and then takes his first bite out of his pear. He lets out a happy hum, almost a squeal, and absolutely beams at you. You try to stop your eyes from tracing the water down his chest, knowing your ears are filling with warmth.
It’s just kind of hard not to stare, seeing as how this is your first time seeing a naked man.
“This is the best fruit I’ve ever had! It’s beyond delicious! You must bring me more, please!” he shouts, bringing your attention away from his dripping body to his radiant smile. You find yourself smiling back with ease.
“I can do that. Where do you live? Maybe you live close to my village,” you say as you slowly start to walk in the direction of said place after you take a look at the sun’s location.
“I live here!” he replies cheerfully, happily following you as he munches on the green fruit. You raise a brow and take another bite of your apple before adding on to your question.
“Yes, I know. But where specifically?” you ask for more detail. You eat more of your red fruit as he uses his thumb to point over his shoulder.
“We were just there!” he replies just as cheerfully as before. You stop walking to gawk at him a bit before turning back in the direction you just came from. Does he mean the cave?
“You live in the cave?” you ask slowly, making sure he understood you one hundred percent.
“Yes, of course! Where do you live? What is a village?” he replies quickly, stepping closer to you with that look in his eyes again.
“I live by Critter Creek in my house, like the rest of my people. Have you ever been to Critter Creek?” you reply steadily. He hums thoughtfully as he takes another bite.
“I’m not sure. I’ve never heard of it but maybe I just don’t know the name. Can you show it to me?” he asks hopefully, his eyes sparkling dreamily. You think it over for a moment before deciding that would be fine.
“Yes, I can show you. You’d have to put on clothes though,” you reply motioning towards his naked body without actually looking at it. He looks down at himself before looking at your body.
“Oh, I have to put on what you’re wearing,” he replies, showing you he understands. You hum and nod your head, starting to walk again as you begin munching on your apple again.
“Precisely. Where I come from, people must wear these,” you inform as you tug on your tunic and pants. He still looks muddled, so, of course, he starts to ask you more questions.
“Why?” he asks before taking an exceptionally big bite from his fruit. You ponder on his question for a moment. How do you explain to someone who doesn’t understand the concept of clothes that you’re required to wear them?
“A naked body is something...only someone you’re intimate or close with should see. Otherwise, it can be embarrassing, awkward, or weird,” you explain to the best of your ability. When he doesn’t immediately reply, you turn your gaze from the wild grass to his face.
He’s already looking at you with a blinding grin though. “Oh! So, we are intimate!” he exclaims excitedly. You splutter at this and feel heat rush to your entire face.
“What? No! That was an accident! I was embarrassed and it was weird!” you stutter out quickly, your heart racing more than you’d like. His brows furrow at your response and a pout, that would put kids to shame, graces his features.
“But I wasn’t embarrassed. I didn’t think it was weird. It’s natural. You have a beautiful body,” he says softly, looking glumly at his fruit that he’s almost done with. You choke on your own spit at this, starting to cough as your entire body warms with embarrassment and something else that you’d rather not put a name to.
“Well, you’re not used to wearing clothes, for whatever reason! You can’t just go around other people being naked!” You trip over your own words just to get them out. He has to understand this so when you get to your village, he doesn’t make the same mistake twice. If he does it in front of the wrong person, he could get exiled from your village.
He slowly nods his head, a frown hanging heavy from his lips. “Okay. I’m sorry,” he mumbles, staring down at his fruit. You sigh and place your hand on his shoulder, sending him a reassuring smile as you speak.
“Don’t apologize. It’s fine. You didn’t know, but now you do. You learned something new,” you soothe sweetly. He gasps at this and instantly grows happy and excited again. He’s like a mix of a child and a dog. It’s endearing.
“I love learning new things! I have a very wise friend who always tells me about faraway lands he’s visited! He’s an ow-”
He stops when the sound of something hard hitting wood freezes him in his tracks. A loud crack fills the once lively woods, the animals suddenly scurrying away or going quiet. You and Satan face the noise, looking through the trees to try and spot what caused it. You didn’t get to look for long though before a tree right beside you both starts to crack at the base before starting to tip over towards you two.
“Watch out!” Satan shouts as he grabs your wrist and almost in a blink of an eye, you’re a great distance from where the tree landed.
Guess you’re lucky that Satan is there to save you.
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