Satan’s the Avatar of Wrath but he’s actually pretty level headed. Knowing that if he gets riled up things could go bad for , well, everyone. So he keeps his cool composure and rarely lets his temper slip. At least until you moved into the house of Lamentation. With your big doe eyes, plump lips, melanated skin and curvy body. Looking every bit of the angel he never was, then with a sweet attitude to match.
He fucking hatedyou.
Hated the way his brothers fawned over you. Hated the Diavolo and the angels admired you. Hated your inside jokes with Solomon. Hated the way you were just so fucking sweet and kind and ditzy , waltzing around in that skirt that had to be at least two fucking sizes too short. Hated the way he had to fuck his fist almost every night because no amount of demon pussy could satisfy his need for the soft dumb human sleeping two doors over.
It didn’t help that you’d developed some sick fucking obsession with him. Always asking about his day and what not. The fuck ? Who does that shit ? Then you’d cling to his arm, asking him questions about school work that even an idiotic human like you should comprehend. But you’re too busy being a fucking whore and trying to entrap him into a pact with your cute brown nipples that he can see through the thin white cami you decided to wear with no bra.
He wasn’t going to let you manipulate him. No ma’am. Lucifer and Diavolo tried to do that to much for his likening. He didn’t want anything to do with you and your pretty face and perfect body and dumb laugh.
So he was mean.
Bumping into you in the hallway. Letting doors slam in your face. Snapping at you whenever you asked a question. Glaring if you so much as breathed his way.
It worked a little too well. Because now you were going out of your way to avoid him. Flinching if someone even mentioned his name. Bright smile fading whenever he walked in the room. Not that he cared or anything. His sin is Wrath, of course a cute idiot like you would be afraid of him.
This was fine. His new normal. The two of you avoided eachother like the plague. Only being in the same room longer than 30 seconds on movie night. He took this time to steal little glances at you because you wear still dressing like a slut. Why would you wear skimpy PJs like that around him ? Did you want him to crush your cervix ? Fuck you so hard you feel it in your throat ? Spill his load into you over and over until you’re pregnant and swollen with his demon babies ? Shit- he got hard.
He was about to excuse himself to handle his little problem until movement caught his eye. It was fairly dark but his demon vision allowed him to make out Lucifer pulling you into his lap and whispering in your ear. It must’ve been pretty fucking because you were giggling like an idiot. Tits bouncing as your chest heaved and his brother drunk up the image. You see, there’s only one thing Satan hates more than you. Lucifer.
So with clenched teeth he stormed off to his room. Deciding how to punish the stupid little whore that’s been playing mind games with him.
Diavolo’s face when he has to kick me out of the Devildom’s Royal Academy transfer program for calling him a “cringe virgin” and asking how he can be king of hell and still get zero bitches
My Obey Me! hc’s that no one asked for but I am deeply invested in pt. 2
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WhenLevi is very excited/flushed, he makes a noise similar to a baby crocodile. It is one of the things about him that his brothers are very adamant over not making fun of, since they know it’ll make the third-born even more self-conscious.
The “raven feathers” Satan gives us during Surprise Guests are actually feathers from Lucifer’s wings that he plucks to annoy him, since he doesn’t have any use for them, he decides to give them to us.
Beel’s wings buzz when he’s happy, but he’s learned to control them after a couple of accidents where he sent Lucifer’s document’s flying into the fireplace and had to spend the rest of the day rewriting them. Nowadays, Beel’s wings only buzz when he’s with people he really trusts or when he’s having nice dreams.
Despite that, Belphegor never had a problem sleeping next to Beel. The tip of his tail fits comfortably between his twin’s wings, muffling the noise, he’s so used to it that he does it in his sleep as soon as the buzzing starts.
Mammon has a golden fang and a tongue piercing, both upsetting his agent very much, until they noticed that it only increased his sex appeal even more. When he’s nervous he moves the piercing around in his mouth, making noise as it scratches against his teeth (the noise annoy his brothers a lot, but he can’t help it).
After a while, Solomonstarted making fun of the stories about him, quoting them to the demons around him to make them laugh. Asmo’s favourite is the stolen baby one, while Barbatos seems to always laugh at the idea of him having “700 wives and 300 concubines”, considering that Solomon has told him multiple times that he’s asexual and has almost no interest in sexual relationships.
