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Gentle.
Satan x Reader
gn reader
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
MC: hey satan-
satan: im not wearing the neko maid dress, MC.
MC: what if i give you a kissie kiss
satan: nya :3
No Way! He Must Love Me.
Obey Me? Obey Me: Nightbringer, yeah?
They (at the time of typing) got a new special card event called "Fun in the Sun" that's beach-themed. The special UR+ cards that you can get from it are of Satan and Beelzebub.
So of course, me being the Satan lover I am (hail my man), I had to get his card. It was a matter that required zero questioning on my part.
Now with my goal set, I had this whole plan on how I was going to be able to make sure I get him without spending money...yatta yatta...
But before any of that, I had to do the one free summon they give you whenever a new card event comes out.
And in my head, as I'm pressing the 'one-summon' button, I'm thinking, "There's no way you can get those special UR+ cards from the free summon right? They must program it so it's not possible..."
RIGHT?!
I was wrong...
HAIL SATAN BABY! WHO SAID THAT DEVIL WORSHIP GOT YOU NOWHERE?! NO ONE.
REMEMBER! THEY CAN'T TORTURE YOUR SOUL IF YOU WERE NEVER BORN WITH ONE TO BEGIN WITH!
So yeah, me and my bae Satan gonna go chill in 'the actually feline-infested kitty-kiddy pool', wrath and hunger y'all!
16. nose kisses with satan?
16. nose kisses
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.
Kisses Ask Game
Beat the mf up, Catan!! (I've been single since the day I was born.)
Asmodeus: *playing with MC'S hair*
Beelzebub: *holding MC*
Belphie: *sleeping on top of MC's legs*
Mammon: *buying MC more blankets for their pile*
Leviathan: *putting in a funny movie for MC*
Lucifer: Why are you crowding MC so much?
Asmodeus: Their toxic ex tried to manipulate them into getting back together, and our dear human started to panic so we deemed this a necessary solution.
Lucifer: Then where is Satan?
Mammon: *grins* Hunting
Feel like that Hard to Kill, Easy to Fuck shirt perfectly summarises MC's entire situation
Incorrect quotes #2
Gender neutral reader
Mc: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it Satan: Just rip the bandage off. Mc: It’s Lucifer Satan : Put the bandage back on.
Incorrect quotes #3
gender neutral reader
Satan : We need a distraction. Belphie : Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises? Mc, whispering: My time has come
Alternate Scenario to “A Teasing Gesture”
(I read the devilgram for this card and wow honestly this is what I would’ve done in that scenario-)
“I am tired, mentally drained in fact-“
“ThAT DOES NOT LOOK TIRED TO ME-“
𓆩⚝𓆪 — I'm actually cooked...
𓆩⚝𓆪 — Synopsis: Texting the Obey Me! Brothers that you're cooked on a test... But you're actually not.
𓆩⚝𓆪 — Contains: gn!reader (though reader gets called bbg twice), fluff, humor
𓆩⚝𓆪 — Warnings: foul language, cringe? idk first obey me fic, cut me some slack lol.
𓆩⚝𓆪 — A/N: yippee my first obey me post!! <3
-ˏˋ⋆ Lucifer
-ˏˋ⋆ Mammon
-ˏˋ⋆ Leviathan
-ˏˋ⋆ Satan
-ˏˋ⋆ Asmodeus
-ˏˋ⋆ Beelzebub
-ˏˋ⋆ Belphegor
𓆩⚝𓆪 — thank you for reading!
𓆩⚝𓆪 — taglist (ask 2 be added); @nostalgic-muffins
𓆩⚝𓆪 — making an obey me masterlist soon! | masterlists
Cuddling the Demons~
Let me know if you want the side characters!
feel free to request!
xoxo moon
Lucifer;
- will not ask to cuddle. Hell will freeze over before he fully sets his pride aside and admits that he misses your touch and wants to hold you
- if he really misses you, though, he will stop working early (and by early, I mean he won’t be working until 3 am) to come cuddle you
- most nights, you are already asleep by the time he finally crawls into bed
- you always try to stay up, but never manage to do so, and you may not see it, but he always smiles when he sees your sleeping form in his bed after he’s done working
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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....