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The Mark of Greed - Mammon

Pairing: Mammon x reader

Genre: angst -> fluff, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 2.4K

Summary: mammon can’t help but notice that you refuse to talk about his pact mark, and he’s determined to find out why

CW: hurt/comfort, angst, violence (reader gets attacked by demons), mutual pining, self deprecating thoughts, arguing/yelling, angsty! Mammon, love confessions, misunderstandings

i definitely did not write all of this at 3am. nope. idk i had this image in my head of soft! Mammon tracing your pact mark and telling you he loves you so here it is lol. i got super carried away and ended up making this super long too oops

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The best kept secret in the Devildom, aside from Satan’s pet cat, was your pact mark. Not just any pact mark—no, it was the shimmering gold one that marked Greed. Right from the day you got it, you knew you should keep it hidden. 

Always wearing clothes to strategically cover it, lying, deflecting and giving different answers every time someone would ask. Mammon watched all this, and said nothing. Sure, it was a little funny, but it also made him wonder. 

Did you hate him? Was the mark of greed as awful as he always thought it was? Was his touch so ugly and toxic that you didn’t want anyone to know about it? 

Maybe his brothers were right. Maybe there was something wrong with him. You were so open about your pacts with his brothers, gladly showing them the swirling coloured patterns that marked your body. You showed them off unashamedly, proudly displaying the marks as part of yourself. 

It made him jealous, really. You were his human. You were his first. His pact was your first—so why did you hate it so much? He always pegged envy as Leviathan’s emotion, but the more he watched, the more he realized his turmoil was enough to rival the otaku himself. 

You first notice Mammon withdrawing after you show a demon in class your pact mark with Beel. An orange sigil just above your belly button that you displayed proudly with crop tops and bathing suits. You could feel Mammon’s eyes on you the whole time, watching you as you explained the beauty behind the mark. 

“It’s not just cause he’s the Avatar of Gluttony,” you explain, fingers tracing the orange outline. “But it also relies on emotions. In this case, the comfort he brings me is like having a full stomach. It sits right at my core because he’s my support.”

You swear you see blue eyes roll to your left, but you shrug it off. He’s probably just upset because Lucifer confiscated Goldie again. Still, you can’t help but think he’s jealous of the way you’re talking about Beel. 

When you walk home later that day, Mammon is short with you. He barely acknowledges you or responds to anything you say, instead he slumps his shoulders and shrugs you off. 

“Mammon, is everything okay? You seem…upset,” you note. 

“The Great Mammon? Upset?” He tsks, “maybe your time in the Devildom has made you dumber, y/n.” 

“I was just checking on you…”

You don’t wait for him to say anything else and instead throw open the front door and stomp to your room in silence. If he wants to be a jerk, you’ll let him be a jerk. 

You practically throw your backpack across the room and slump on your bed. One of your pact marks aches and the thought makes you cringe. Of course it’s that one. 

Ever since you got it, you’ve tried so hard to keep it hidden. Not even telling Mammon himself where it is. I mean, if he knew, what would he even say? You could almost hear his voice in your head telling you that you’re delusional to think you could ever be with him, dismissing your feelings and breaking your heart. 

You get up and sit in front of the mirror, pulling off your shirt so that you can examine your skin. There, sitting above your heart, is the golden mark of Greed. You trace it lightly. It’s always been your favorite, the colour and the design by far the prettiest. You just wish it wasn’t where it was. 

When you first got the mark, when you felt it sear itself into your skin, you knew what it meant. It was a visual representation of the butterflies in your stomach and the clenching in your heart every time you saw the Avatar of Greed. 

Still, you found yourself flipping through the pages of Satan’s personal collection. You honestly hoped it was just random, a weird coincidence or a mistake—but the books said otherwise. They confirmed your fear. 

When the others started to make pacts with you, you worried the same thing would happen. That they would show up in the same place or worse. You can still remember the immense relief you felt when you made your pact with Levi and have the mark show up on your thigh. 

Levi was so excited to ask about his mark and when you let him touch it? He almost exploded. That was the first time Mammon asked you about his mark, and it was the first time you lied to him. 

You groan in frustration and pull your shirt back on, trying to blink away the image of his branding. A part of you always wanted to tell him, to show him and have him touch it. But the other part couldn’t get it out of your head that you’re just a burden to him. You’re his responsibility and that’s the only reason he hangs around you. 

You only wish things could be simpler. 

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Mammon slams the door to his room and sinks down against it. He tugs on his white hair so hard it hurts, but the pain isn’t enough to wash away the frustration bubbling in his chest. 

Why did he have to be so mean to you?

Maybe if he was nicer you wouldn’t hate him or his pact mark. Maybe if he was nicer to you he might actually have a chance of being with you. 

The sound of his voice rings in his ears, echoing off his skull. He hates it. He hates how mean he was to you, and the guilt eats him up. 

Finally, it becomes too much and he forces himself to his feet. He should apologize to you. Because Lucifer would kill him if he knew how mean he was being…not for any other reason. 

You open the door to see him standing in front of you, fidgeting with his hands. “What’s up?” 

“I—Lucifer would be mad at me if I didn’t apologize to you,” he says, eyes focused on his shoes. “‘N I don’t wanna be strung up tonight so I’m sorry human.”

“It’s fine. Just—why were you so upset earlier, anyways?”

He shrugs his shoulders, still avoiding eye contact with you. How can he tell you that he’s jealous and angry that you don’t want to show off your pact mark? It’ll make him sound like a little kid. 

“Mammon, come on. It’s just me.”

He sighs, “not that I care but I don’t get why you hate my pact so much.”

You freeze, your blood like ice in your veins. All this time you’d been withdrawing from him, you knew he noticed but because he never said anything, it was easy to ignore. Not anymore. 

“I-I don’t hate it.”

“Then why do you never show anyone?”

“It’s just,” you shrug, “in a weird spot. I don’t know—I don’t hate it. I just don’t want to show it off.”

“Because it’s ugly, right?”

“Mammon—“

“Why would anyone want to be marked by Greed?”

“Mammon—!”

“Imma dirty scumbag anyway. Making a pact with you was the most selfish thing I ever did. Tying you to me for life, why would you ever want that?”

“Mammon, Jesus. Just listen to me!”

The demon stops his self deprecating rant, staring at you expectantly. He doesn’t know what you’re about to say, but all he can hope is for you to tell him that’s it’s not true. That it’s not ugly, that you want to be tied to him. 

Your words fail you. You interrupt his rant and suddenly your mouth goes dry under the gaze of his blue eyes and your words all fall away. Your heart beats a mile a minute, drawing more of your focus to the pact mark that connects the two of you.

You stare at each other for a minute, and then Mammon turns on his heel and storms out of the room.

It takes you a minute to process what just happened, and another minute for you to follow him. By the time you make it to the staircase, he’s already slamming the front door shut behind him. 

Everything is moving so fast. The illusion that you were protecting yourself from Mammon hating you has shattered—replaced by the realization that you’ve been hurting him this whole time. You can’t think of anything except for how to make this right. 

Without thinking about it, you follow him out of the door and into the streets of the Devildom. It’s dark out and you have to squint to see the familiar white hair receding into the distance. You pick up the pace, wanting to catch him before he disappears. 

You’ve never been outside alone before. It’s too dangerous, they always said. But that’s the furthest thing from your mind right now. All you want is to make things with him better. 

“Mammon!” You call, heading up the hill behind him. 

When you get to the top, the demon is no longer in sight. You spin around to see if he doubled back to the house, only to realize it’s no longer in sight either. The horrible realization that you’re lost starts to set in and you find yourself reaching into your pocket for your DDD—only to remember you left it in your backpack. 

There’s a hissing noise nearby and you’re suddenly acutely aware of how vulnerable you are here. Without thinking, you start to run back the way you think you came. You hear two pairs of footsteps behind you, they’re gaining on you. Whatever is chasing you, it’s going to catch you. 

A clawed hand takes your back and hot pain erupts within you. You fall to your knees and scream, warm blood trickling down your back. 

You try to get back up but you’re shaking so badly that your knees refuse to cooperate. There’s two demons behind you, only vaguely humanoid with glowing eyes and flickering tongues. They’re speaking, but not in any language you understand. 

They circle around you, taking some sort of sick amusement in watching their prey cower. One of them lashes out at your chest, three claws slicing the front of your shirt and causing blood to pool down your chest and stomach. 

You reach up to clutch the wounds, your fingertips brushing against the golden pact mark. I’ll never get to tell him how I feel, you realize. 

“I’m sorry, Mammon,” you murmur, tracing your pact mark one last time. 

A jolt of energy rushes through you followed by intense golden light in front of you. You squeeze your eyes shut, waiting until it dims to open them again. When they’re open, you see Mammon in demon form, standing between you and your attackers. 

All it takes is a flick of his hand before they erupt into dust. You knew he was powerful, but seeing him in action only confirmed the fact. 

“Mammon..?”

He drops to his knees in front of you, his hands frantic as they search you for injury. His fingertips fall on your open shirt and clawed chest. “You’re hurt…”

“I’m sorry, Mammon,” you mumble. 

“I know.” He says, “let’s just get you home, okay?”

He scoops you up in his arms effortlessly, holding you close to him. You’re sure your blood is dripping all over him and wrecking his new shoes, but you’re too disoriented to care. 

Mammon sets you down on the counter in the bathroom, “move your hand, alright? I gotta make sure you’re not gonna die.” 

Without thinking about it, you move your blood coated hand off of the pact mark. Mammon slowly peels off your shredded shirt, his eyes going wide when he sees what your hand was covering. 

Somewhat hidden by the blood and fabric yet unmistakable, is a golden mark. Not just any golden mark—his golden mark. His pact mark and its above your heart? 

His hands shake as they brush the outline of it. “My—my pact mark is on your heart?”

You bite your lip and nod slowly, looking anywhere but at him. 

Mammon is in complete disbelief. This whole time he thought his feelings were one sided, that you hated him and hated his pact even more. But to find out that it’s on your heart of all places—right as he almost lost you? He’s almost entirely overwhelmed by his feelings. 

His hands shake the whole time he bandages and disinfects you, his mind only set on the branding above your chest. When he’s done fixing you up, he can’t stop staring at it. 

“You got lucky that the Great Mammon was here to protect you today,” he tries to play it off. 

“I-it was only cause I summoned you with the pact.”

The mention of the pact makes his head spin again. His mouth is suddenly dry and his hands sweaty. 

“Mammon,” you mumble, still unable to look at him, “please say something.”

His voice is low. “Do you know what it means when a pact mark forms over your heart?”

You shake your head, butterflies erupting in your stomach. 

He reaches out to trace the swirling lines of the mark, his touch featherlight. “It means I’ll always be there for you, y/n.”

His tone is serious, unlike anything you’ve heard from him before. You don’t dare move or interrupt him, wanting to hear what the demon has to say. 

“It means that I’ll never let anyone hurt you,” he mumbles. “That I’ll take care of you no matter what. It means that you own me. It means that I—“ he swallows hard, looking at the floor. “I love you, y/n. Now and forever.”

You flinch at his words. They’re all you wanted to hear and yet hearing them has awakened something inside of you. 

Your eyes finally meet his. “You—you really mean it?”

“I love you,” he gently kisses the centre of his mark on your body. “I love you.”

“Mammon,” you say, “I love you.”

Mammon might burst at your words. He reaches up to cup your face, planting a needy kiss on your lips. His touch is desperate, needy, way overdue. You melt into him, his taste so familiar and comforting that you don’t need to think twice about it. 

Mammon smiles against you. If you had asked him a week ago, he would say that his pact with you was the most selfish thing he’s ever done. Looking at you now, though, he sees it as a sigil of his love for you, and what could be more selfless than that?

[tsukii0002]

The House of Lamentation is huge. I mean it is a fucking mansion. And the house is full of passageways and secret rooms, Luke disappeared in a closet. So I think that, at first, Mc got lost very often.

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Mammon is lying in his room when his phone rings, he looks at it and see Mc's contact

Mammon: Hey, what's up?

Mc: Mammon, it's me, it happened again

Mammon: ...

Mc: ...

Mammon: *stands up inmediatly* Okey human don't move, how is the room where you are? And where was the last place you were?

Mammon managed to find his human... After three hours.

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[addicted-to-morally-grey-men]

Ok just wondering but what if..

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*the most loudest squealing sounds could be heard throughout the HOL*

Mc- I TOLD YOU SO!

Asmo- OH DIAVOLO!!! HE IS SO HAWT

Mc- he? HE? BITCH EVERYONE OF THEM IS LIKE A FUCKING GREEK GOD or devil? Meh even hades was hot so whatever...

*both mc and asmo continue to squeal about manhwa characters*

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Meanwhile with the others

Levi- so uh asmo stole mc again?

Satan- morelike mc stole asmo this time

Mammon- Y'ALL ASMO HAS BEWITCHED MAHH HUMMAANN!!! *Screams like there's no tomorrow*

Lucifer- a one peaceful day is all i ask for.... I want to die

Belphie- then die bitch.

Beel- *munch* *munch*

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Nothing just a normal day in HOL 👾👍🏻

[daytaker]

In the Wanderers' Whereabouts app, we see the design of the House of Lamentation and it shocks and disturbs me that everybody except Asmo has to share a single bathroom.

Can you even imagine the chaos?

It's time for school and Lucifer is standing at the base of the stairs, waiting for his brothers. Asmo comes down looking perfect as usual and prattles on for a little bit about how nice it is to have naturally long and thick eyelashes, and they can hear the shouts and clattering upstairs all the while.

Beel comes down and informs Lucifer that Mammon, Levi, and Satan were fighting over the sink, Mammon knocked Satan over by elbowing him in the solar plexus, Levi used the commotion to kick Mammon out of the way, an enraged Satan turned both Mammon and Levi into eels, said eels are now hogging the bathtub, Belphie refuses to pee when the eels can see him, Satan refuses to change them back, and he, Beel, still hasn't gotten to brush his teeth.

Asmo just nopes right out of there before someone asks if they can use his bathroom, because the answer is no. "Bye-bye! ♡"

Lucifer sighs. Just another Tuesday morning at the House of Lamentation. Time to go enforce order. He smacks his hand with a coil of rope as he ascends the stairs.

[one-britt-to-rule-them-all]

Can we get *ahem* anatomy (dick) headcanons? Like, bad dragon, inhuman vibes because we stan monster fuckers? I'm thirsty for everyone, so do your faves or something haha.

Yes, yes we do stan monster fuckers in this house. My faves you say? Have all the brothers because I'm feeling generous today.

What their anatomy is like [AKA dick HCs]

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

Genre: NSFW

Pronouns: GN [You/Your] for the most part. There are some sections that have headcanons that mention female anatomy, but they are marked with [AFAB], so you can avoid it if it makes you uncomfortable. 💕

CW: | Teratophilia | Explicit sexual content | Implied Poly!Reader in some sections |

Notes: This turned into an odd mixture of what their dicks look like and other general NSFW headcanons because I didn’t just want to plaster a link and go ‘this is what it looks like.’ It’s still centred around their anatomy, but there are other HCs mixed in. ☺️

Minors, DNI. NSFW content.

Lucifer

Based off the Demogorgon dildo.

• Lucifer's cock is as gorgeous as it is intimidating. It's a pretty dark red colour that has a highlight of black over it, and with the pronounced curve and lovely texture, you'll get some very pleasant G-spot stimulation.

• The tip of his cock is rather large, so it will take quite a bit of preparation to properly take, but if you thought it would be smooth sailing from there, well you're just naive, huh? If you thought the tip was hard to take, you'll be in for a nasty surprise when you suddenly find yourself having a white-knuckle grip on the sheets when Lucifer bottoms out.

• Because holy fuck, the base of Lucifer's cock is huge, and at 9.5 inches and being amongst the largest of the seven brothers, you're going to be filled to the brim and won't be able to form a single coherent thought.

• And Lucifer can only smirk at your reactions because he knows. He knows that he looks good, he knows that he's big, and he knows that he's bruising you from the inside, and sadistic as he is, he loves watching you struggle to take him.

• Lucifer's cock practically throbs with excitement every time you scream out how much you love his cock, how big he is. It's his sin at work, but he will slow down and edge you until he can get you begging and whimpering those sweet words. He'll make sure you fuel his pride before he resumes fucking into you, and he's a very patient man, so he can do it all night if you want to be difficult.

• Lucifer is very warm. There's no particular reason or explanation as to why he's got this particular quirk with his anatomy, but his cock runs warmer than the rest of his body, and his pre-cum and cum even warmer — somewhat comparable to molten wax. It's actually great for stimulation, and it'll feel all the nicer if you're blindfolded to heighten your senses.

• And you best believe that Lucifer greatly enjoys depriving you of your senses, so he'll be using this part of him to his advantage.

• Another quirk of his is that when he's aroused, he shifts into his demon form. Lucifer doesn't necessarily mean to do it, but his instincts scream at him to do it. It has something to do with being at his most elegant-looking because the prideful demon in him wants him to make sure you'll be seduced. Kind of like his symbolic animal.

• He has quite the strong and imposing scent, so you best believe that other demons will know who fucked you so good that you can barely walk a straight line.

Mammon

Based off the Demon Dick dildo.

• In of itself, the shape of Mammon's cock is pretty standard when it comes to demons — mainly with the elongated, pointed and spade-like tip — but that doesn't make it any less impressive, being a good 8 inches in length with a pretty generous shaft in terms of girth, but all without being too uncomfortably large. His cock isn’t too odd of a colour when compared to his brothers. It follows his tan skin, though the tip is a faint, dark red colour, and his veins are pitch black.

• He’d rather kiss Lucifer’s shoes before admitting this out loud, but Mammon is actually rather insecure about his dick. He’s not overly fond of how seemingly… plain it is. Especially if you’ve been intimate with any of his brothers prior to him, he’ll worry that he won’t be able to live up to your expectations and seem mediocre in comparison. So, please praise and worship him — make Mammon understand that he’s perfect just the way he is.

• After he sees just how good he’s fucking you, how you’re drooling about how good his cock feels, his ego soars. He slides in so wonderfully, and you wrap around him so nicely that it feels like your hole was meant to take his, and only his cock. And as your first man, it drives him absolutely over the edge — of course you're meant for him.

• The thing is, being a higher-ranking demon, Mammon's anatomy does differ in a way that makes a huge difference in the pleasure you'll be receiving with him versus a regular demon. What he has that lessers don't, are tantalizing, scale-like ridges, running from the underside of his tip all the way to the base, as well as smooth yet prominent bumps running down his shaft.

• I can guarantee that Mammon will have no problem pulling orgasm after orgasm from you; the texture of his cock just hits all of the right spots. And honey, it’s a promise that he’ll make a mess out of you. It’s his mission to make sure you’re both covered in a mixture of both his and your cum.

• The ridges on the underside of his cock are very sensitive, so get on your knees for him and tease the scales with your tongue. He’ll come undone so beautifully for you. 💕

• [AFAB] Similarly, he loves getting a pussy job from you. Straddle his lap and let him grip your hips so that he can slowly guide your movements. He lives for the feeling of your slick pussy rubbing against the ridges, and on the flip side, having them glide against your clit will threaten to make you double over in pleasure.

• It won’t take too long for his insecurities to diminish, and you’ll be sure that he’s gonna be bragging about how much you love his cock.

Leviathan

Based on the Orochi dildo.

• Oh, Levi. Sweet, awkward, easily-flustered, shy little Leviathan.

• Yeah, he's fucking hung. He's the perfect example of the shy, nerdy boy who's secretly got a monster cock trope — figuratively and literally.

• Out of the seven brothers, Levi is actually the second largest in terms of girth, beating Lucifer by just a bit. Sitting at a respectable 7 inches, no, he doesn't have the most length, but does he really need it when he has a thick, scaly and heavily textured cock as he does?

• Or two.

• No, you're not hallucinating, (Y/N), Levi has two cocks. Huh? But he only had one a few days ago? You'd be correct, but Levi will let you in on a little secret: he has a second cock sheathed beneath a little slit hidden within the pretty scales lining his pelvic area. He is a sea monster and a demon, after all.

• So, what are you in the mood for? Do you want a smooth ride? Maybe you're feeling a little lazy or worn out from your day and think you only have the energy to handle one cock? No problem. Or maybe you're feeling like an utter monster-fucking whore and want to be stuffed to the brim with two, fat demon cocks? Leviathan's got you.

• It did take a lot of courage for him to show you this part of him; he was pretty awkward about it and was persuaded that it’d scare you off and that you’d break up with this gross, worthless shut-in of an otaku with weird-looking di—

• Please don't tease him about his reptile-like anatomy. He's super insecure about it, but he does — slowly but surely — come to appreciate it more when he realizes just how much of a monster-fucker you are.

• What's not to love? His shaft is covered in smooth scales and lined with mouth-watering bends and curves, and add the thick, textured tip, and you've got one of the most unique monster-cocks you'll take. From the head to the base, he's a really pretty orange that fades into a gold colour.

• When you want to take both of his cocks, Levi is in a bit of a mental limbo. On one hand, can a human even take two at once? Especially if it's in the same hole?? He doesn't want to hurt you! But on the other hand... fuck, that's hot.

• He's come to realize that he has a huge kink for interspecies sex. So, seeing his human stuffed full of serpentine cock brings out the unhinged Grand Admiral of Hell's Navy in him.

• Loves having you suck on one while he jerks off the other. Getting to cum both in your mouth and on your face? Fuck yes. But be warned that Leviathan cums a lot. He has the heaviest loads among his brothers.

• One thing he loathes about his anatomy is that the scales on his cock(s) do shed every other month. You'll know when he's preparing to shed because he's constantly shifting uncomfortably because of how itchy he is, and he refuses to let you see him naked when in this state. The scales are so dull and ugly-looking — to him — and he doesn't want to gross you out.

• Eventually — with a lot of reassurance — he does let you see him while in shed, and yes, the scales are dull-looking, but that doesn't really matter, because you've both come to discover that being surrounded by your warmth helps calm the itch until the old scales are ready to come off.

• So, cockwarming the sea demon becomes a regular when he's in shed. It's a really intimate thing between the two of you, and it's honestly quite sweet, especially knowing that it's a really vulnerable moment for Levi.

Satan

Based off the Austin dildo.

• At first glance, Satan’s cock seems pretty normal. Hell, it almost looks like humanoid anatomy, and if you’ve been intimate with any of his brothers before, this might make you raise a bit of an eyebrow. Like, it’s very nice looking and definitely looks like it’ll fit so nicely inside of you. After all, it is a good 8.5 inches with just the right amount of girth to feel amazing without causing any initial discomfort.

• Sure, he’s got some very nice ripples at the underside of his tip, but that was about the only non-human thing you could make out. Even in terms of colour, it’s the same colour as his skin tone.

• He fits inside of you so perfectly, so there’s really no reason to complain. Besides, are you really going to bitch to Satan that his cock isn’t ‘demonic’ enough for you? Just lay back, spread your legs and let him bottom out so that he can—

• Oh… oh he has a fucking knot.

• Surprise! Among the brothers, Satan is one to have a more animalistic type of anatomy, having the canine-like feature of a knot — a thick one at that. It’s a bit of a challenge to fit; it’ll stretch you quite a bit, and Satan will have to gently ease it into you to avoid too much discomfort.

• But once it’s in, and you’re properly stretched, well… let’s just say that Satan’s demon instincts will be getting the best of him, so prepare for a long night of screaming and climaxing.

• And yes, his knot does swell when he cums, so you’ll be locked in some cockwarming sessions between rounds. These will probably be the more romantic and intimate moments of sex with Satan because otherwise, Satan’s cock was meant to breed and fuck senseless.

• You’ll be walking — crawling — out of his room with bite marks and deep scratches littering your body, and maybe even bruises from areas that he gripped too hard. Whenever his knot swells, his claws and fangs just… come out — it’s an instinct. But don’t worry, Satan is so good, gentle and attentive with aftercare. You won’t hurt at all when he’s done with you. 💕

• Satan’s scent is the strongest amongst the brothers, and it’s a highly territorial scent. He doesn’t do it on purpose, it’s just how his body is during intercourse.

• Even if you’ve fully cleaned yourself, even days after you’ve had sex with him, everybody will be able to smell him on you. Everybody will know that you’ve been fucked by Satan. For a good two to three days, none of the brothers will fuck you because they can still smell the scent of Satan’s cum between your legs, even when you’re clothed, and they know better than to try anything. Seriously: Asmo got growled at, Mammon’s arm was nearly mauled one time, and he nearly jumped Belphegor. Even Lucifer doesn’t try anything until Satan’s smell naturally starts to dim.

• You know it’s intense when Lucifer won’t even bother. That’s enough to make Satan’s ego hit the ceiling.

Asmodeus

Based off the Lenneth dildo.

• One would think that a sex demon like Asmo would be well-endowed, but surprisingly, Asmo is the smallest of all the brothers. He’s sitting at 6.5 inches, and although his girth is above average for a human, by demon standards he’s rather average.

• But don’t worry about that, because that shit doesn’t matter. The Avatar of Lust can do things with his cock, so lacking in size in comparison to his brothers does not hinder his confidence whatsoever. He’s gorgeous, and he knows what he’s doing, so why would he be bothered?

• First, let’s establish just how pretty he is. He has a nice, long and pronounced head, and although his shaft is slim, it curves very nicely and can hit some amazing spots, and he’s very textured. He doesn’t have as many ridges as Mammon does at the underside, but Asmo does have a few of them. They’re less scale-like than Mammon and feel more like flesh. The tip is pink and fades into a very light purple at the base.

• What’s the most interesting about Asmo is that he has a lot of… perks. You see, he has extra glands in his system that allows him to secrete fluids similar to pre-cum of various effects during intercourse

• For example, he can secrete a type of pleasure-enhancing aphrodisiac. Doing so will make sure that all of your sweet spots become even more sensitive. The more of the aphrodisiac he secretes, the more sensitive you’ll become, and it can get to a point where it can be so torturous that the slightest puff of air between your legs will have you pulsing and whimpering.

• [AFAB] He loves leaking little drops of his aphrodisiac onto your clit and watch with a sly grin as you cum over and over from the slightest little movement before even getting to the main event. Whether it’s with slow strokes of his fingertips or tongues — yes, he has multiple — or by lightly tapping you with his cock, you’ll be fucked out before you even know what hit you.

• Other things he can do include increasing his or your fertility, but on the flip side, he can also produce a contraceptive liquid, making it safe for him to cum inside of you should it be a potential issue.

• With another type of aphrodisiac, he can make your sex drive go absolutely insane, meaning that you’ll be able to go for multiple earth-shattering orgasms without feeling your energy drop. In fact, the effects are so potent that you’ll be begging for him to make you cum on his cock over and over because ‘Asmo, it hurts, I need to cum so bad.’ He’ll get you so bothered that you’ll feel like you may die if he doesn’t rail you with that pretty cock of his.

• And in general, Asmo has the best technique of all his brothers, so he doesn’t need a monster-sized cock to have you fucked stupid. His cock just seemingly hits all of the right spots so effortlessly, and he’ll make sure that you’ll come crawling back to him after he’s done with you.

• Asmo can and will ruin everybody else for you. You’ll understand one of the core reasons why his fans love him so much.

Beelzebub

Based off the Hunter dildo.

• Oh boy. It's no secret that Beelzebub is a big guy, and yes, the same goes for his cock. The man doesn't even need to be naked or even hard for you to notice the sizable bulge in his pants. It's as if nothing can properly contain him.

• Being the largest of all the brothers — and can rival Diavolo himself — Beel is packing 10.5 inches of thick, heavy cock. Unless you have very large hands, you'll barely be able to wrap both of your hands around him. He really was crafted by God himself — muscular and absolutely blessed in every way possible.

• He's intimidating, that's for sure. Don't worry too much though, Beel is a gentle giant and will take his time making sure you're comfortable, relaxed and properly ready for him. He won't be mad at you if you can't fit all of him, because he's happy to be inside you, even if it's just the tip.

• Mention how big he is compared to you, and you'll have him flustered, because fuck, you look just so cute and tiny. Compare parts of yourself to his cock: your face, your forearms, your hands, etc — the size difference is actually insane, and he's all for it. As gentle as he is, he can't deny that he's eager to see the small, fragile human get destroyed.

• He loves seeing you suck on the tip of his cock, eagerly and desperately trying to fit more of him in your mouth. Watching you struggle just stirs something in his gut.

• Starting at the tip, Beel's cock is a light bronze but fades into a darker brown from the middle all the way down to the base. He's got it all, really — a nicely pointed and slightly curved tip, plates lining the top, curves in all the right places and breathtaking, large bumps lining his frenulum and base.

• He'll make sure that you cum multiple times before he even thinks of sliding inside of you — with his fingers, his mouth and even various dildos, using one larger than the last with every orgasm you have.

• Beel always uses extra lube, but no matter how much he does for you, the stretch is unavoidable. He'll take his time, and admittedly, Beel basks in the way merely entering you has your tongue lolling out and your eyes rolling back.

• He starts slow, but with his size, even with the slowest of thrusts you feel like your insides are getting pulverized, but fuck, he hits all the right spots so well. He's so large and perfectly textured that there's no area getting neglected.

• But when you're properly adjusted and begging him to go harder, you can pay your respects to your legs, because sweet baby Beel is gone, and demon lord Beelzebub is here.

• He'll make you grip the sheets so hard your knuckles will turn white, and you'll either be screaming or struggling to find your breath from the sheer size of him. No in between

• There's always a bulge in your stomach from his cock, and his palm will always be pressed up right against it.

Belphegor

Based off the Chance dildo.

• Belphegor, along with Satan, has one of the more animalistic-looking dicks amongst the brothers and takes the expression of 'having a horse cock' to dangerously literal levels. The first time you were intimate, Belphie was admittedly worried that his anatomy would turn you off, frighten or gross you out. Even for demon standards, Belphie's anatomy was uncommon, so he couldn't even begin to imagine what you — a human — would think.

• Good thing that you're a monster fucker and absolutely fucking drooled when he shed his clothes, huh? That certainly helped his ego.

• Firstly, let’s establish that his cock, from the tip all the way down to his balls, is pitch black, except for a small group of splotches — similar to his cow-like spots on his shoulder — at the middle that are dark purple

• If his twin is the largest, then on the flip side, Belphegor has the most impressive length amongst the seven demon brothers, being a jaw-dropping 12.5 inches which actually makes him bigger than Beelzebub in terms of length. Just looking at the outline of his bulge trailing down his thigh is telling enough of what you're in for.

• If you catch this demon wearing only sweats and no boxers, well... try not to stare between his legs too much. Or do. Belphie doesn't mind. He'll put on a little show for you if he's feeling generous. Or he'll call you out for being a little whore, especially if his brothers are nearby.

• He may not have the most girth, but Belphegor doesn't even need it to make an incoherent mess out of you. You're in for a lot of depth play, and it will take quite the effort for you to take all of him. And honestly? Seeing you squirm and whimpering how 'it's too deep, Belphie,' as he bottoms out? That just makes him harder.

• The tip of his cock is naturally rather wide, but when aroused, it flares and grows in size, and the shape of it will assure that every single little sweet spot of yours gets abused — every single spot, at every angle, over and over again. It's definitely the hardest part of him to fit inside of you, and you may need extra lube and prep to lessen the initial discomfort, but once it's in, and you're properly adjusted, it's a pretty smooth ride.

• He's veiny from top to bottom, and they are prominent, adding all the more texture that will never fail to have you wonderfully fucked out. Add the bulging ring in the middle of his shaft, and you can only imagine the myriad of sensations he'll be providing. So yeah, girth? Doesn't need it.

• Belphie loves having you ride him — whether you're front facing so that he can play with your chest, or in reverse so that he can smack your ass as you bounce, he doesn't care. While this does stem from his laziness, it's also to let you get comfortable at your own pace; taking a monster-length cock can be uncomfortable, so unless you explicitly state you want him to pound into you, he'll let you take him as you please.

• But be warned, if you do ask Belphegor to do so, be prepared to feel his cock rail the deepest parts of you. He’ll push your legs against your chest and fuck you like a sadistic demon in heat. He'll rearrange your insides with no mercy shown unless you yell out a safe word, and he will knock the wind out of you with every single thrust and pull streams of tears from you. That's a promise.

• [AFAB] Although it's not physically possible for a human, Belphie can and will fuck so deep into you that it'll feel like he's gonna breach and breed your womb.

• Now, who wants to get double-stuffed by the twins? Belphie might just share with Beel.

I hope you liked these!

Also, what do you think of Levi’s section? I know some like him with one, and some like him with two. I know I like reading fics with either option, so I said ‘fuck it, I’m grabbing those two HCs, mashing them up together, and this is their love child.’

I struggled the most to find ideas for Satan and Lucifer, but I think they came out alright?

Who’s your favourite? I know my bias tends to come through for Belphie and Levi, so I don’t think I need to say it haha.

[our-neighbours-cat-is-a-menace]

YANDERE OBEY ME: Barbatos and (?)

From the soon to be series: "MC pranking them by jokingly cancelling the wedding"

TW: Disturbing, Toxic, Mentions of death, Violence

Oh dear, now why would you do such a thing. You of all people should know better how your soon to be husband is the silent but deadly type. Plus he is madly in love with you, did you really think you can just cancel it like that and expect a well mannered retaliation.

The ever so graceful barbatos has been your boyfriend for almost six years and just last month he finally got down on his knees and propose. You, on the receiving end was tackling him down the moment he showed you the ring and was saying yes like a mantra.

And now you guys are on the process of getting everything done, down from the venue to your wedding dress. The process was exhausting but the thought of finally meeting him in the altar, exchanging rings and saying your lifetime vows was worth the strain.

On the day of the said disaster, you are in the HOL asking asmodeus for his input in which wedding dress suits you best.

"how about this one" you said gleefully, pointing to a certain dress in the catalog

"yes it's stunning but the top is too modest"

" i personally don't think it's a bad thing" you reasoned out

"MC, it's your wedding day, your big day, a little bit of spice isn't bad, and it's only once in a lifetime."

"but-"

"and also, you can dress as slutty as you want, your soon to be husband can fight, and we're not even in heaven"

" i do like the other one better, the one with the slit, it's so pretty, but do you really think it's gonna be okay" you asked

"oh sweetie, it's fine, have a little confidence in yourself and the dress you really like will make you shine better in your wedding day" asmodeus said in a sweet manner " and if you're still not convinced how about playing a bet with me"

" can i say no, it sounds ominous" you said

"no, so here's the bet. Show pictures of both the dresses to barbatos, the modest one and the spicy one. If he chooses what you liked best, you give him a kiss, but if he chooses the too modest one, then you gotta say that you're cancelling the wedding" the devil of lust grins

"that's evil" you said agaped at the ridiculous statement made by the demon

"and that's why I'm a devil. Now go on show it to him" he pushed you out of his room with a grin that is way too suspicious

Unknownst to you, Asmodeus already know that Barbs is gonna pick the modest one, why? that's because he knows how shy you are in front of crowds, you only dress up when it's just the two of you. Asmodeus is just trying to stir up some fun, not knowing how it could lead to a serious situation.

.......

Arriving at the castle, you were quick to spot your fiance and immediately bothered him to pick dress he prefers.

"so which one do you think suits me best" you said, already feeling giddy inside

"the one on the left, the modest one. I think it would look marvelous on you" he said oh so sweetly while kissing your hand but you on the other hand was already starting to feel downfallen

"what about the one on the right?" you inquired suddenly feeling disheartened, and you don't even know why

"it's pretty as well, but i don't think you'd be comfortable in that" barbs reasoned out

"why would you assume that" you said, losing the smile on your face. You also don't know why you are getting upset and angry when all he did was being considerate

"MC, why are you getting upset?" he asked worriedly cupping your hand

Setting aside how he was just being considerate, you got mad knowing that he didn't pick the dress you liked, it's unreasonable yes, you know that too but in your part it's just upsetting, especially since asmo was doing every pep talk to boost your confidence and convince you to live a little.

You didn't realize how you have become silent and that barbs was peeking at you worriedly, but you still had the audacity to yank his hand away.

Remembering what asmo said on the last part of that ridiculous bet, you spoke of it carelessly.

"let's just cancel the wedding" you muttered silently, looking down on the floor

"what"

"i said let's can-"

"I'm not asking you to repeat it MC, I'm asking if what do you mean by that" barbs said while seething, you on the other hand was still mulling about your unreasonable anger not noticing how dark the room has become and that Barbs horn was out

"look at me" he took ahold of your jaw and forced you to look at him

Finally out of your trance, you saw how he was seething with anger and you try to speak up, but he clenched your jaw harder

"don't speak, i don't want another word coming out of that mouth." blinded by rage he spoke oh so threateningly " Listen carefully MC, you and i are to be wed tomorrow morning, and that will happen, cause i will personally make it happen"

You were shocked by this tone of his, yes, in the past, he has also shown you his obssessive traits but not this serious. You tried to break out from his hold and try to straighten things out but the demon refused to let you utter even a single sound, opting him to use magic of you not being able to speak or even open your mouth.

"the only word that's coming out of your mouth is I DO" barbs firmly stated while chaining your ankle to the bed.

Barbs immediately left, planning to finish every preparation for tomorrow. Walking away saying " if the reason why you don't want to marry me is because of that god damn dress, then rest assured you won't be wearing any"

Terrified by all this, you coud only cry in silence with no sound heard. You were bawling your eyes out until the break of dawn, and suddenly realising how you weren't alone in the room

"awee, look at you, how pitiful"

You could only continue to bawl your eyes out since you can't even make a sound. But that soon ended when asmodeus took the magic off making you talk again

"asmo pleaseeee, get me out of here" you said completely begging

"and what do i get, if i do that" asmodeus sneered, staring at you like something dirty

"what are you-" you stammered, trying to make out of the situation

" oh MC, how clueless of you and how heartless" he glared, gripping your jaw hard

"You knew how much i loved you, i was there for you first but you chose him. You even had the audacity to make me pick the dress you're going to wear when you guys finally become one"

"let go, it hurts" you said with tears falling down from your eyes

"I don't ever plan on letting you go though. Look at you now, you're here chained to bed with eyes as puffy as a cloud, all because you chose him, if you had chosen me-"

"SHUT UPP" you shouted "both of you are the same, you justify your violence as love and that's just sadism and i don't want to be part of that sick twisted world of yours"

He slapped you HARD. You felt your ears ringing, and your vision was spinning. The only thing you can make out is asmo desperately trying to get close to you as if you are injured.

which you are. Due to the slap, you hit your head on the pointy edge of the headboard, and that you're bleeding from your head.

Despite his attempts to stop the bleeding, it was useless, you died.

The sun has risen and the thing that welcomed barbatos was your dead body along with asmodeus who killed himself after you.

Filled with rage, he burned the devil of lusts remains and started a war with the archdevils of hell right after marrying your dead body in the dress you liked.

THE END

A/N: yes it is dark period.

Masterlist🌻

[yuki-in-the-devildom]

You know what has me ecstatic about nightbringer?????

WE FINALLY KNOW WHAT THE FUCKIN HOL LOOKS LIKE

I have been WAITING because trying to understand that house in the slightest was an absolute nightmare.

The mental map I had of that place????? a disaster

I didn't know where the rooms were or what the staircase actually led to, I'm not smart enough to use context clues and guess. This is a gift

Thank you devs, I can now rest in peace

[omkookie]

Obey Me! Battles, Who would win?

Lucifer

Avatar of Pride.

The eldest demon out of his brothers.

A grown-ass man with a son.

Powerful Demon.

Someone who can destroy 8 or more worlds within 2 minutes of anger.

A demon that everyone fears.

A sadist.

A very malicious man.

The man who knows 3000 years’ worth of curses and all kinds of spells.

Goddamn Lucifer Morningstar.

The guy who started the Great Celestial War.

The man who LITERALLY rebelled against God himself.

Lucifer who knows how to burn someone in the blink of an eye.

Lucifer who can make someone perish.

The man who’s literally a ruler in hell.

This guy whom knows all kinds of black magic and is still studying a lot about magic, potions, etc. At RAD.

MC

A sheep.

A REALLY fluffy sheep.

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Calculating results...

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MC has won!

[noirs-pages]

Diavolo and Lucifer 1

Summary: You have a particular way of greeting Diavolo every time you see him, to the chagrin of Lucifer.

Lucifer was… odd to you, to say the least, in terms of the lens you view him under. When not inflated with his pride, he’s someone you can generally tolerate and be able to have civil conversations with, but there’s a distance you want to keep with him.

It’s not out of fear, you can’t fear someone who’s pride gets so easily bruised that he flares up like a bird. No, you keep your distance because the longer you stay around him, the more Lucifer gets the idea that you’ll be happy to be subservient to him. To be his little assistant to bully as he pleases, like a dog hoping for a reward.

You can’t say you’re surprised. A demon of pride like him would value his own pride more than your own, and as such, would want for the taming of your pride with his presence.

You can’t even ask him for help. You just refuse to feed into his pride in any way.

You’re polite when you need to be, but that’s about the extent of it. It irritates you, how your status as a human being leads to Lucifer treating you like less than a capable adult and more an entertaining thing to press and prod.

It’s why you couldn’t help but smile when you saw Diavolo walk into the council room.

In an instant, Lucifer stopped with his teasing smile and lowered his head just a bit in a subtle but clear show of respect to a demon he deemed superior. It can easily be seen as him giving a friendly greeting, but you knew better.

“Ah, Lucifer!” And, of course, Diavolo presence and voice was as loud as ever.

You slipped out of your chair and past Lucifer. You felt a small flare of heat from him, probably for breaking one of his social taboos that he’s so stuck on, but he can’t full out show his anger.

Not when Diavolo was in the room, and certainly not when he’s focusing on you.

Alright, time to internally kill Lucifer.

“Hey there, Big Pup,” you reached your hands out, up into the air, and let your smile get softer when Diavolo instinctively lowered his head towards you, “how you doing?”

You sunk your fingers into his hair and ruffled it around, like you would with any good dog. You almost snorted when you heard Lucifer behind you choke on his own spit.

You didn’t start off with these kinds of friendly greetings with Diavolo, you’re not exactly a person that easily shows open affection. However, you are a pretty blunt person all things considered. You were zoning out and ended up focusing on Diavolo’s hair just because the color was so rich and told Diavolo as such when he asked you why you were staring.

And when Diavolo asked if you wanted to touch, the rest was history. Poor man, the first hair ruffling really left a number on him. His eyes went wide and you can just see the dopamine being shot into his veins. And for the rest of that meeting, his eyes kept drifting back to your hands.

It was silly as well as cute. And now you have the added bonus of it being endlessly entertaining because Diavolo has no qualms with getting your hands on his head with his friends watching.

“I’m doing quite fine, thank you,” Diavolo rumbled out after a delay, almost losing himself to your hands, “Barbatos has been working me to the bone. There’s so much to do.”

“How horrible, but there’s nothing to be done,” you sighed before backing away, pleased by the little sigh of disappointment that left Diavolo’s lips.

“Diavolo,” Lucifer finally recovered enough to speak up, “while it is only us here, it’s best for you to conduct yourself as someone befitting your position. What are you going to do if someone else witnessed you being pet like and called a ‘pup?’”

You just shrugged your shoulders, knowing full well Lucifer was not talking to you, “Hey, he’s the one that gave his stamp of approval. If he wants the pats, he gets the pats.”

His opinion doesn’t really matter and it’s nice to remind Lucifer of it.

“There’s no harm being done, Lucifer,” Diavolo laughed with some shame but you’re glad to see he didn’t give into it, “it’s just a cute human greeting. Perhaps you want to give it a try?”

You pulled your hands out of your pockets, shaping them into claws as though you’re ready to pounce on Lucifer’s head.

“Well?” You asked with a light tilt of your head, knowing he won’t say yes.

“I’ll have to pass,” the vein on Lucifer’s head thickened a bit, jaw tense, but ultimately let it go with a sigh. He’s fighting a losing battle.

Ah, no wonder you and Lucifer don’t quite get along. You both like having your prides fed.

[wannabe-amateur-writer]

Feral: Lucifer X Reader (headcannon)

So, I was watching a nature documentary (voiced by none other than Sir Sir David Attenborough (how can you even get knighted twice? They should knight him again for funsies)) and part of it involved feral dogs.

Now I got to thinking:

Watching a nature documentary with Lucifer would be like:

• He's reading in the common rooms (why am I envisioning a newspaper that's covering his face?)

• You're sat on the same sofa but between you both is a stack of pillows (like two) and your head is on them as you've curled yourself up in a fetal position much to Lucifer's chagrin as your feet, clad in fluffy socks, are on the sofa too. The socks are clean though so he lets it slide only THIS ONE TIME THOUGH!!

He does think they're a hazard though since the floors are marble and you walk (maybe even run) like you aren't a fragile human (which in your eyes you're not).

• Anyways you're boredly scrolling through channels but aren't actually leaving them on long enough to get a feel for the show and after like 20 different voices, sounds, etc, that Luci's heard in the space of a minute he eventually lowers his reading material down.

"Mc, what're you doing?"

"Looking for something to watch."

"You can't have possibly deciphered all those channels were boring for the meagre second you left them on for."

"Yeah, well, we wouldn't be in this predicament had you decided to put something on, but no, you wanna read."

(Was that a bit of attitude, Mc???)

• Yours and Lucifer's eyes are on the telly, until he plucks the remote from your hands and switches the channel from an amateur talent show to a nature documentary about monkeys.

• He leaves the remote by him rather than handing it back to you before pulling his reading material back up to his face.

"Wha- are you trying to kill me??"

You raise your head up slightly to look over at him.

"Just watch the documentary."

"It's boring."

"It just started."

• You're half watching, half on your phone, that is until you hear about the monkeys getting chased by feral dogs. Sir Sir (can't get over that) Attenborough is talking about how the dogs try to separate the adult monkeys from their newborn chimps and how the pack leader is ensuring no one gets left behind as they're running towards the safety tree.

• You see Lucifer's reading material drop to his lap, his gaze stuck onto the TV as he watches the dogs try chase down the poor monkeys.

"Why don't you adopt them? You have a thing for taking in feral creatures."

• His raises a brow in your direction for a second before returning back to the dogs.

"You're not that feral, Mc. Sometimes you're quite tame."

• It takes a few seconds to process his words before your head snaps up to witness the small smirk on his face.

"Oh, fuck you!"

"Mind your language, Mc. One could see that as poor socialisation."

(Just in case that makes no sense to some, poor socialisation can in rare cases lead to feral humans due to not having anyone to socialise you in a human manner.)

• You don't think twice before grabbing a cushion and hitting his head with it.

• Instincts immediately kick in and you're zooming outta there.

"MCCC!!!"

• Watch you slip and slide and almost die as you try run on marble in fcking fluffy socks. But hey, yolo!

• You almost trip and have the biggest face plant but Lucifer catches you just in time.

Our hero and saviour, for the most part anyways...

"Take those death traps off unless you want to severely injure yourself."

Is how he chastises you whilst remaining a firm hold on (of?) your arms.

• Good luck escaping him, you're not leaving him until he trusts you won't do that again.

You will do something of the sort like that again, just not in the upcoming future.

• His brothers are nowhere to be found so it seems you will not have anyone to save you as he pulls you back towards the common room.

Is he going to take you to his room after switching the TV off? Possibly. Unless he decides to mercilessly bombard you with cushions. Either way you're done for.

[catmadeofsalad]

Mammon: MC, the House of Lamentation is haunted!

MC: Oh, okay.

Asmodeus: What do you mean okay!? Aren't you scared?

MC: Nah, I grew up in three haunted houses, and I currently live in one in the human world.

Mammon: Can you get rid of them?

MC: Idk, the Lady in White's pretty nice.

Mammon: The whaT

[viriborne]

Tried out a different linework style for this. Kinda fun

[addicted-to-morally-grey-men]

I've read many posts about fallen Simeon and all but I got a question....

If Simeon was ever to be a fallen angel turned demon.. what kinda of avatar would he be? Like Lucifer is avatar of pride and mammon is avatar of greed and so on...

What kind of avatar would Simeon be? 🤔

[daytaker]

"This is why it's called the House of Lamentation."

Every once in a while when one of the brothers gets upset about something, they'll say, "So this is why it's called the House of Lamentation."

Any time they do, Lucifer stares them down and proceeds to tell the story of how actually, it got this name because of the mass murder that happened there? So there were seven brothers, and...

Lucifer: Satan! Satan: What now. Lucifer: Did you turn Leviathan into a hermit crab? Satan: Why in the world would I do that? Lucifer: Don't try to divert me with meaningless questions. Did you or did you not? Satan: I did. Lucifer: Grounded. Satan: Oh, HELL FORBID I enjoy myself at all in this place. Now I know why it's called the House of Lamentation instead of the House of Fun. Lucifer: Actually-

[ahegato]

Obey Me Brothers: Most to Least Clingy with MC

m.list

TW: none? Characters: demon bros Writer: ahegato

— MOST

It’s no surprise that Mammon is the clingiest of them all. He makes it verrrrrry obvious in the series that he has strong feelings for you and basically never wants to leave you. He’s both physically and emotionally clingy with you, and wants you with him wherever he goes

Leviathan feels closer to you than with pretty much everyone else, and being the avatar of envy does make him very jealous of others spending time with you. He can be a bit upset if you hang out with someone other than him, so you’ll have to talk to him about that. He’s mostly emotionally clingy, because he still hasn’t really gotten used to the fact that he can snuggle with you and stuff.

Belphegor is very clingy, but mainly physically clingy. I’ve probably mentioned it before, but if you were able to carry him around like a ragdoll, he would never want you to stop. The clinginess is more extreme when he’s asleep. ’Cause once he’s snuggled up to you, he ain’t letting you go until he wakes up.

Lucifer will not show how much he wants to be with you, as his pride prevents him from doing so, but believe me when I say that he’s clingier than you’d think. You’re kind of like his rock, the person that makes him relax and stop to take a breath when things get stressful.

Asmodeus can be a bit clingy, not a lot, but he does prefer to spend time with you. He doesn’t feel like he NEEDS to be with you, he just really WANTS to. He might be a bit dramatic when he can’t be with you, but I think he’s overexaggerating how bad it actually is for him.

As much as Satan likes you, he’s also very big on personal space and having his own interests. But he also usually doesn’t mind if you were to stay in the same room as him while you’re each doing your own thing. He actually quite likes it.

Beelzebub is, without doubt, the least clingy of the brothers. He of course greatly enjoys your company, but he rarely ever feels like he NEEDS to be with you. However, if he recently had a nightmare about losing you, he might be a bit more clingy with you, following you around like a puppy, hugging you more often and stuff. He’ll be apologetic about it, but if you tell him you like it, he might even keep it up after he’s gotten over the bad dream, but it’ll of course not be as much as in the beginning.

— LEAST

✦ [ 25/05/2023 ] ✦ ahegato ✦