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Gentle.

Satan x Reader

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Obey Me! Shall we Date

If you could use one word to describe Satan, it would be gentle. Lesser demons (and maybe even his own brothers) would call you insane for saying so, but the truth was there for anyone to see, if they would just look. Wrath, as destructive as it may seem at first glance, was passion, and the green-eyed ‘monster’ you deemed your closest friend was full of it. And within the throes of his devotion, there was gentleness. Gentleness in the way he handed you his precious tomes, trusting you with its safekeeping. Gentleness in how he talked about his favorite furry friends. Gentleness in the way he looked at you, eyes filled with all things kind and good in the world.

How ironic, for you to see nothing but benevolence in the being borne from grief, and pain, and violence. But people seem to forget he was born out of love, too. (After all, are grief and love not the same side of a coin?) Love for the sister he never got to meet, love for his brothers whom he pretends to hate, love for the people held so dear you would start a war to protect them. That love was what drew you to him. A demon so full of passion and sorrow that you couldn’t help but be intrigued.

You didn’t always think so affectionately of Wrath, you will admit. The day you first truly met him, you were terrified of him. You genuinely thought you would (and most likely, you would have if not for Lucifer’s interference) die. A refused pact would have led to your demise. (And oh, dearest fourth-born, would you really give up your life to spite the eldest? Or was it because you didn’t think your life was your own?)

It wasn’t until the body-swapping incident with Satan and his most despised brother that the two of you began to grow close. (For how could he not follow the one who made him realize with a gentle strength that he is no one’s but his own; not but a broken off piece of a soul’s rage, but a being strong and deserving of being the fourth brother?) It turned out that Wrath itself had a weakness, and he was in no way loathe to admit it. It only took a stray alley cat for your bond to begin to grow. Cat treats and makeshift toys began to take place in your pockets, and you swear you’ve never seen a more beautiful sight than Wrath’s gentle smile.

Your thirst for knowledge in the strange new world you were dropped in was also a growing factor in your relationship. The day he lent you a book from his own personal library was a day you would never forget. A milestone of trust, and the day a funny feeling took hold in your chest.

Hangouts went from every few weeks, to every few days, to the point where you could not find one without the other nearby. The two of you were attached at the hip (much to the other brothers’ dismay), and maybe that’s when you started to recognize the buzzing affection within you.

Love had taken root in your heart, and grew, grew, grew until there was no space left to fill. Your days felt brighter and the color green colored your vision when you closed your eyes. (you had never felt so full of warmth before him. You never wanted this feeling to stop.) Every thought you had now consisted of the boy you fell for, kind, sweet, gentle. (You shamefully wondered what it would be like to be within the throes of passion with your blonde (imaginary) lover. You could never look at him in the eyes the days after, and a certain lust filled strawberry blond would taunt you with a smirk and knowing eyes much to your dismay.) There was no room for the burning anger you used to hold for the hellish situation you had been thrown into by a certain prince. Only love. Kind, gentle, love.

If only there wasn’t enough space left for the fear and doubt that overshadowed your courage.

There was no questioning that you were bathing in your love for the fourth Avatar of Sin; Wrath had stolen your heart and you had blissfully let him. What you doubted was if those feelings were reciprocated or not. And if they were, just how much love did the blond hold for you the way you held for him? (Oceans worth, love. He would challenge God himself if he had to in order to keep loving you.) You cherished the friendship the two of you had built from the ground up, and the possibility of ruining it with unrequited feelings froze you with fear. You were only human, at the end of the day. And Satan was the fourth born brother, Avatar of Sin. He was Wrath, and love, and passion; ethereal, beautiful, gentle. (your bond deeper than the depths of Tartarus, you misjudge him, darling. Could you not see how he adored you so?)

So, you decide to wait. You tell yourself you’re imagining the flush of his face when he shows you his romantic poetry that somehow suspiciously resembles you. You remind yourself his gentle smile is for all of those he cares about, not just you. You wait for him to come to you, for fear of having your tender heart torn to shreds. You wait until you are sure. (Will you ever be?)

And Satan?

It infuriates him when your ignorance thwarts his romantic plans. The rage within him comes to life when the ‘I love you’’s are interpreted as platonic and his attempts at courting you seen as anything but romantic. He’s not mad at you; no, never you. Moreso at the people who convinced you that you are not the most loveable being in all of the three realms. His wrath destroys him from the inside at the fact that you don’t see yourself the way he does. Your smile makes him week, your laughter brings him to his knees. How could Satan possibly not love you? There is no reality that exists where he would not fall for you.

But Satan has learned patience; he has honed the skill over his thousands of years of life. He knows to wait until you learn to see yourself the way he sees you. He has learned to be soft, and kind to those he loves. And Satan? Satan loves you. For you, he will wait. For you, he will be gentle.

satan: im an intellectual

cat:

satan: meow meow meow X3 ? meow meow :3

satan: i hate stupidity

MC: do you think god approves of tampons

satan, taking his shirt off: you fucking idiot

Obey Me! Incorrect Quotes #2

Satan: Something tells me MC’s going to be a bit more unhinged today... 

MC, holding a lit match and a bag of cheetos: Leave me be, Lucifer isn't home to stop me, I'm going feral.

Obey Me! Incorrect Quotes #3

MC: What's the most illegal thing you can do with one dollar? 

Satan: Exchange it for a hundred pennies, put them all in a sock, and then beat someone to death with it.

Obey Me! Incorrect Quotes #17

*Satan and Belphie inviting MC to the Anti-Lucifer League*

MC: If I say yes am I joining a cult? 

Satan: Possibly. 

MC: I’m in.

Obey Me! Incorrect Quotes #49

Satan: Are you mad? MC: No. Satan: So sharpening your knives at 3 in the morning is just a hobby?

Obey Me! Incorrect Quotes #66

CHRISTMAS SPECIAL!

Mammon: Uhh.. MC just asked if we want to… 

Mammon: “Fell the mighty before their time and display their carcasses in our homes?” 

Satan, not even looking up from his book: They’re asking if you want to cut down Christmas trees. 

Mammon: Oh, that makes more sense.

I just want to hug him

If any of them is afraid of their true nature, that is definitely him. He is embodiment of Wrath, and unlike the others he was never an angel.

I am always happy when we have moments with him

Okay quick thing that's been sitting in my drafts, for about a month before I start posting requests again, BUT—

I've had thoughts of MC's very Christian family meeting their "human" boyfriend, for the first time, and MC going:

"Hey guys, this is my boyfriend, Satan!"

and multiple family members just having strokes and passing out ☠️

"HIS NAME IS WHAT?!!!!!!"

"Sata-OH MY GOD"

But I wanna also think of "before the events that lead to chaos":

"Well, I can't just say "Oh mom, his name is Satan! :D!" I don't even wanna think about what would happen if I opened my mouth and said that!"

"Well that's my name! It's not like, we can just make up another nam‐"

Almost instantly, the next two hours are spent thinking of a substitute name for "Satan"....

"Shane?"

"No."

"Stanley?"

"...No."

"How about Simon? Doesn't that sound Satan-ish?"

"Absolute no. I sound like one of those chipmunks from that one movie" (he's talking about 'Alvin and the Chipmunks 💀").

You two finally come to a agreement of his name now being....."Sam". He isn't the happiest, but you think it sounds human-ish enough, to not cause suspicions. You take turns repeating the name in the mirror, and speaking in 2nd person about...'Sam'.

"Oh mom, this is Sam! He's a little taller than most, right?"

"I am not.....🫤"

You both were in very formal clothes for the dinner, ready to meet your family in the human-world. You had practiced and made good efforts in remembering Satan's name for today was 'Sam'. Not your very sarcastic, calm, and cuddle obsessed Satan–but a polite, tall and quiet Sam. Everything has went well in the dinner so far into it came down to you saying 'Sam's name.....that's when the chaos unfolded....

I got Satan on my second Obey Me account and Luke on my Nightbringer account.

Satan w cat hehe