Shall We Date? (Obey Me! X Female Reader)

Satan X Reader VI

• MC: Main Character, which is you, the reader
• (A/N): Author's Note
• Italicized words: your thoughts

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It was such a beautiful day and yet your temper was through the roof first thing in the morning. Your back was aching terribly and your limbs were stiff from not getting a good night's sleep. Therefore, getting up from your bed was tedious and required huge amounts of effort. It did not help with your heavy protruding stomach of 8 months. Perhaps, being pregnant was the main cause of it all.

"What's with that look?" A deep voice spoke gently, prompting you to face the father of your child, Satan.

"Help me up. I need to go pee." You ordered curtly while reaching out to him.

Without another word, Satan was by your side and offered his assistance on your way to the bathroom. It was the usual routine for you as husband and wife. It had been a year since you moved in together in your humble abode in the human realm. It was a mutual agreement between you two after much consideration.

The demon brothers were conflicted with your decision yet respected it nonetheless. Mammon and Asmodeus were especially less convinced and volunteered to live with you as helpers or nannies. Thankfully, Lucifer prohibited the two, reminding them to give you two some privacy. It was understandable that you preferred living close to your family and hoped for your child to grow up surrounded by human beings.

Additionally, their visitations were also limited so as to not disturb your honeymoon phase. Hence, they settled with periodic calls. On cue, the telephone rang from the living room. Satan smoothly answered the call and handed you the phone. "It's Beel."

"Hi Beel!" You cheerfully greeted.

"Hello MC. I heard from Satan that you're getting more cranky than usual. Are you not feeling well?" The demon inquired worriedly.

You sent a sharp look towards the back of your gossiping husband as he fixed up your breakfast. What has he been telling his brothers? "Nothing to worry about. It just got harder for me to move as soon as I entered the third trimester."

"Do you need us to come help you out?" Beelzebub offered, something you have been hearing when you announced that you were pregnant.

"No, it's fine. I have Satan to look after me and my mom takes over when he's working."

"Okay then. Don't hesitate to let us know when you need help. We'll get over there in a heartbeat."

You laughed to yourself, knowing very well that Beelzebub was serious. Just the thought of having all seven demon brothers in the human realm induced you to break a sweat. Too much trouble.

"I'll keep that in mind." You replied politely. The sound of dishes and utensils being placed on the table caught your attention. "I have to go eat now, Beel. Let's talk again next time."

"Of course. Speaking of food, I'm hungry. I should go grab a snack. Bye MC."

"Bye Beel." You stated then dropped the call.

"With them worrying 24/7, you might as well have seven husbands." Satan joked once you took a seat.

"More like seven mothers." You corrected.

"Ha ha. Don't mind them. They're just excited to meet their niece."

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"Are you ready honey?" Satan called out while entering the bedroom.

"Almost." You responded then applied a cherry-flavored lip balm and combed your trimmed hair meticulously. "There, I'm done. How do I look?"

"Really pretty." He complimented sincerely, planting a soft kiss on your cheek. His words and actions never failed to make your heart swell and blood rush to your face. Who knew the Avatar of Wrath could be so sweet?

Thereafter, the demon led you to the garage and got on the car. It was Sunday, a weekend. It was your partner's idea to go on a drive every week so you would not be cooped up in the house. For today, you suggested going to a strawberry farm. Since you were living in the city, it was quite a long journey to your destination. It felt like you were going on a field trip during your youth.

"Did you know strawberries aren't actually berries?" You voiced out all of a sudden, mimicking a tour guide.

"Oh really? I did not know that." Satan answered, humoring you despite already being aware of this fact.

"Yeah, I read in an article that strawberries, raspberries, and blackberries are aggregate fruits. Bananas and grapes are the true berries. Seriously, everything turned out to be a lie."

The demon laughed once you started pouting. "If you want, we can rewrite history and include strawberries in the berry category."

You pondered. "Sounds tempting but I will have to decline."

"Why?"

"Well, it's a lot of work changing every textbooks from school. Who's got the energy for that?"

Satan snickered while shaking his head. Apparently, your laziness was not fading anytime soon.

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It was such a pleasant day during the weekend, the perfect time for strolling in a field of sweet strawberries. That was the plan however, it went down the drain. Currently, you were seated in a picnic table with a glass of water while Satan did all of the fruit-picking by himself.

A deep furrow between your eyebrows was etched onto your face the whole time, even until your lover returned.

"Why is it that I keep seeing you frowning?" Satan teased, taking a seat across the table. "Cheer up, I got quite a lot."

"This was not how things were supposed to go." You whined. "We're supposed to be lovey-dovey while picking strawberries together."

"It can't be helped. You're not allowed to tire yourself out needlessly." The demon pointed out then fed you a strawberry.

Once the sweet and sour taste exploded in your mouth, you could not help but be delighted. There was no use being grumpy for the rest of your date. Might as well make the most of it.

"Good, isn't it?" He commented then fed you another one. "Here, say ahh."

Gladly accepting his offering, you realized just how much your husband pampered you and felt giddy and touched. Out of nowhere, you confessed. "I love you."

A timid smile and blush appeared on Satan's handsome face. "That surprised me."

"Say it back." You nudged him.

The demon chuckled but went along with your whims as always. "I love you too, MC."