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Cursed

Lucifer

Is intrigued by your curse

Wondered why you kept losing consciousness when Diavolo said your name upon meeting until Barbatos explained you were cursed

Once you woke up 24 hours later, he made sure everyone knew not to say your name

Has several nicknames for you

Has pet names for you in private

Uses your curse to get his brothers in line (ex, if Levi doesn’t do homework bc he was gaming, Lucifer will say your name before the anime convention so you won’t be able to go with Levi)

Is currently looking for a cure for your curse. He’d like to be able to say your name someday

In bed, Lucifer finds it hard not to moan your name when he reaches his climax

When he finds a cure, he plans on tattooing your name on his body, to trace it and be able to say it freely

Has tested your curse by moaning your name when he gets himself off. Turns out, you only need to be within listening distance to fall asleep

The two of you have worked on this theory, sometimes not on purpose, you'd seek Lucifer in the middle of the night, and he'd moan your name as he cums. He'd find you asleep outside his bedroom door in the morning

The first time you were intimate, Lucifer had Solomon cast a silence spell on him, afraid Lucifer would accidentally moan your name while lost in the passion of your body undulating with his

Lucifer's complete silence was a bit odd at first, but he made up for it by making you moan loudly, enough that the demons left the House of Lamentation until they were sure you were done.

Mammon

He thinks your curse is stupid at first, but he gets it, as someone who has been cursed before. Sometimes shit happens.

However, he thinks you're also lying about being cursed at first.

So when Lucifer wasn't around, Mammon would say your name, and you'd fall asleep. He'd then poke you, scream in your face, and try to steal your Grimm before one of his siblings yanked him away from you

Travels with you to visit witches and warlocks, anyone who might be able to help remove the curse.

When you start your relationship, Mammon finds it hard not to moan your name as needily as he wants, or at all, for that matter

Mammon likes pet names but there's something about your name rolling off his tongue when he cums that sets hims ablaze

Sometimes, when the mood strikes, and you give consent, on his birthday he'll say your name as he cums

Has hired a musician to write and record a song with your name to connect to your vibrator, so even if you can't listen to the song yet, he can control the vibrations to match the song

When he's being a brat, he'll spell out your name, smirking as he asks anyone around, what it spells, hoping it'll put you to sleep

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Hi, I know you said that you would work on it soon, but I didn't know you had a link thing dedicated to requests, so I hope it's alright if I send the prompt again, but in the request thing? The Demon brothers + Diavolo and Simeon x reader, where it's them being jealous like it could either be Reader gushing about a fictional character from a book, movie, etc. or Reader fangirl over a person they idol/admire or they see Reader talking to someone or Someone's flirting with Reader, etc.?

yes, thank you! I am working on it this weekend! i apologize for the wait :)

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Um hi, could I request Lucifer and Mammon relationship headcanons with a cursed human female reader? Sfw and nsfw, please and thank you!

Definitely I will work on this soon :)

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Cursed

Lucifer

Is intrigued by your curse

Wondered why you kept losing consciousness when Diavolo said your name upon meeting until Barbatos explained you were cursed

Once you woke up 24 hours later, he made sure everyone knew not to say your name

Has several nicknames for you

Has pet names for you in private

Uses your curse to get his brothers in line (ex, if Levi doesn’t do homework bc he was gaming, Lucifer will say your name before the anime convention so you won’t be able to go with Levi)

Is currently looking for a cure for your curse. He’d like to be able to say your name someday

In bed, Lucifer finds it hard not to moan your name when he reaches his climax

When he finds a cure, he plans on tattooing your name on his body, to trace it and be able to say it freely

Has tested your curse by moaning your name when he gets himself off. Turns out, you only need to be within listening distance to fall asleep

The two of you have worked on this theory, sometimes not on purpose, you'd seek Lucifer in the middle of the night, and he'd moan your name as he cums. He'd find you asleep outside his bedroom door in the morning

The first time you were intimate, Lucifer had Solomon cast a silence spell on him, afraid Lucifer would accidentally moan your name while lost in the passion of your body undulating with his

Lucifer's complete silence was a bit odd at first, but he made up for it by making you moan loudly, enough that the demons left the House of Lamentation until they were sure you were done.

Mammon

He thinks your curse is stupid at first, but he gets it, as someone who has been cursed before. Sometimes shit happens.

However, he thinks you're also lying about being cursed at first.

So when Lucifer wasn't around, Mammon would say your name, and you'd fall asleep. He'd then poke you, scream in your face, and try to steal your Grimm before one of his siblings yanked him away from you

Travels with you to visit witches and warlocks, anyone who might be able to help remove the curse.

When you start your relationship, Mammon finds it hard not to moan your name as needily as he wants, or at all, for that matter

Mammon likes pet names but there's something about your name rolling off his tongue when he cums that sets hims ablaze

Sometimes, when the mood strikes, and you give consent, on his birthday he'll say your name as he cums

Has hired a musician to write and record a song with your name to connect to your vibrator, so even if you can't listen to the song yet, he can control the vibrations to match the song

When he's being a brat, he'll spell out your name, smirking as he asks anyone around, what it spells, hoping it'll put you to sleep

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Hi, i don't know if you've already done a prompt like this or not, but I was wondering if you could do the Demon brothers + Diavolo and Simeon x reader, where it's them being jealous like it could either be Reader gushing about a fictional character from a book, movie, etc. or Reader fangirl over a person they idol/admire or they see Reader talking to someone or Someone's flirting with Reader, etc.?

oooh that sounds good! I'll work on it soon!

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"Look around, love. In case you hadn't noticed we're snowed in. So unless you plan to freeze to death, we'll have to find a way to keep each other warm." with anyone

Snowed In, Cuddle In

pairing: Belphie x reader

warnings: unprotected sex, pet names

prompt: "Look around, love. In case you hadn't noticed we're snowed in. So unless you plan to freeze to death, we'll have to find a way to keep each other warm."

Belphie was angry at Lucifer. It had been Lucifer's stupid idea to isolate the two of you after Belphie stopped trying to kill you.

"I swear to you, My Lord, Belphie won't kill the exchange student," Lucifer had stated with certaintiy but Diavolo still wasn't convinced so Lucifer came up with this plan.

He had tricked you easily enough, Belphie had been the real issue but eventually, Lucifer tempted him with the finest mattress in all of the Devildom.

"Why is it so cold?" You ask as you shiver, wearing every layer you had packed, wrapped in a blanket.

"Hell if I know," Belphie shrugs as he curls up in his own blanket. "We're stuck until tomorrow when the snow melts."

"Try the fireplace again," you demand as you shiver under the blankets you'd found in the bedroom.

"It doesn't work, poking at it won't help any," Belphie sighs. "Come on, there's candles in my room. We can light them and stay in the room."

"Can't we try leaving?" you ask as you climb into his bed, the sheets cold as ice.

Belphie shakes his head. "Won't work."

You frown as Belphie gets in bed beside you, he sighs. Now that he was done trying to kill you, he wanted to be near you always. He tried to comfort you, draping his blanket over yours.

"Isn't there anything else we can do? Can we call your brothers?" You ask as you rest your head on Belphie's shoulder.

Belphie shakes his head, "No service, love."

You whine and pout. "Isn't there a way out?"

"Look around, love. In case you hadn't noticed we're snowed in. So unless you plan to freeze to death, we'll have to find a way to keep each other warm."

"Get closer," you plead as you scoot closer. Belphie pulls you onto his lap easily, his head on your shoulder.

"Just hold onto me, love. I'll keep you warm, keep you safe."

"Belphie," you moan his name into the crook of his neck, hips rolling on his.

Belphie curses as he flips the two of you over so you're under him, he pins your wrists over your head. "Keep those there for me."

You nod.

"That's a good baby," he smirks as he kisses you, your legs pulling him closer.

You moan as Belphie removes your pants, body warm against his as your underwear goes next. His forehead rests against yours. "Want to keep going?"

You nod, "yes please."

Belphie nods as he kisses you, his hand on your leg, moving lower and lower until you moan his name.

"That's it, moan my name. Want to hear ever pretty cry escaping those lips," Belphie groans and it's not long before he buries his cock inside you, moaning your name into your skin with each thrust.

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what should i write next? i haven't played much recently bc of work

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Forced Proximity Dialogue Prompts

Haven't done one of these in a while.

"Come on, this isn't funny." "I'm not joking. It's locked."

"Is that the only tent we have?"

"There's only one bed." "Well, darlin', I'm not sleeping on the floor, so I guess we'll have to share."

"I'm your bodyguard. It's in the job description to protect you at all times." "Well, could you at least 'protect' me from over there?"

"You have got to be kidding me. I have to share a room with you."

"What do you mean there's only one sleeping bag? You had one job."

"Quit following me!" "I was hired to follow you, princess, better get used to it."

"What the hell is that noise?" "Uh, yeah, slight problem. We're out of gas."

"Where are you going? We're in the middle of nowhere!" "Yeah! And whose fault is that?"

"Look around, love. In case you hadn't noticed we're snowed in. So unless you plan to freeze to death, we'll have to find a way to keep each other warm."

"I may be stuck with you, but I don't have to like it."

"Is now a bad time to tell you I'm claustrophobic?"

"Your heart's racing. Now, I know being pressed up against me is exhilerating and all, but I'm trying to concentrate on picking this lock."

"What are you? Afraid?"

"Uh. Slight problem. We're trapped."

"Well, which way, smartass?" "Uh. We might be lost."

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Happy Birthday Luci!!!

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this is canon trust i was there

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simeon stimboard. [♡]

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"There's only one bed." "Well, darlin', I'm not sleeping on the floor, so I guess we'll have to share." Mammon!

Shared Spaces

pairing: mammon x gn!reader

warnings: one bed, mammon is a little mean, smut 18+, unprotected sex

"Um, Mammon?" you ask as you step into the hotel room. Mammon doesn't answer you, his hands are full with your luggage.

"There's only one bed," you inform him as he trips over one suitcase and falls into the room. He straightens, wiping his shirt.

"Well, darlin', I'm not sleeping on the floor, so I guess we'll have to share," he shrugs.

You glare at him. "Absolutely not!"

Mammon lies on the bed with a grin. "Sick, I get the bed to myself. Enjoy the floor, Treasure."

"Fuck you," you huff as you shut the hotel room door.

"Mm, if you want to my cock is already hard," he smirks as you flip him off.

"Oh, come on, Treasure. It won't be that bad. Just us in bed, my arms wrapped around you, your tight hole wrapped around my fat cock."

You elbow him as you approach the bed.

"Ow! That fuckin' hurt!" He yelps, and you whip your head in his direction. He shuts up as he watches you.

"It's our bed, we'll have to share. So keep your hands to yourself." You state as you straddle him, surprising Mammon.

"Y-yes," he stutters, unable to form a sentence as he wonders if he's died and actually gone back to the Celestial Realm.

You kiss Mammon, hips grinding on his as your hand lifts his shirt to expose those delicious abs as your other hand tugs his pants down.

"Treasure!" he moans wanton as he helps you take his cock in your hole, moaning loudly when you take him to the hilt.

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Um hi, could I request Lucifer and Mammon relationship headcanons with a cursed human female reader? Sfw and nsfw, please and thank you!

Definitely I will work on this soon :)

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told my sister about this and she said “just announce yourself, just knock” I cannot even begin to explain why I canNOT do that

I accidentally snuck up on the police chief bc knocking gives me anxiety, announcing myself gives me anxiety, living gives me anxiety and I told my husband and he said I was lucky the chief didn’t blow me away (🔫🔫🔫) 😭

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I accidentally snuck up on the police chief bc knocking gives me anxiety, announcing myself gives me anxiety, living gives me anxiety and I told my husband and he said I was lucky the chief didn’t blow me away (🔫🔫🔫) 😭

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Mine! (Demon Brothers)

pairing: demon brothers x gn!reader

genre: established relationship, smut 18+

wc: 3.5k

warnings: pet names (darling, treasure, love, hon, moon), unprotected sex, marking (hickeys, biting, scratching), jealousy, possessive behavior, gambling, mention of mc having painted nails, violence toward other demons, handjob, blowjob, implied rimming, matching maid outfits with levi, food mention

date: May 17, 2025

Lucifer 

Lucifer chuckles as he presses his forehead to yours. His hair falls over his eyes and yours, blocking your death stare to the poor unfortunate soul that had the gall to eye fuck Lucifer in front of you. 

“Easy, Darling, you’ll paralyze them with fear,” Lucifer grins as your eyes lock on his. He notes the slight anger in them and chuckles. 

“They need to know you’re mine,” you huff, as you try to see past him, but Lucifer stops you. He uses two of his fingers to direct your chin in his direction. His arm moves to shield your vision, caging you in between his body and the wall. His broad chest presses against yours, and you bite back the urge to moan.

“Everyone knows I’m yours,” he assures you as he kisses the tip of your nose. It was rare for Lucifer to show affection in public; perhaps that’s also why he used his body to cover both of you. He knew you feared losing him, but he was so in love with you that it would never happen. 

Lucifer found it adorable how riled up you’d get when some lowly demon would drool over him. His cold demeanor kept others away, his no-Bull shit aura a deterrent to anyone who tried to work up the courage to even glance his way. You had nothing to worry about because just as you wanted to own him, to be the air that he breathed, Lucifer wanted you just the same. 

It’s no surprise when you teleport both of you to his bedroom, right on his huge bed with him on top. Your legs wrap around his hips, and a snap of your fingers discards your clothing.

Lucifer chuckles as he kisses your chest, moving down to mark each of your hips before your hand grabs a fistful of his hair to drag him to your lips. Your tongue meets his in a heated kiss that makes your toes curl when he groans your name.

“Lucifer!” You exclaim when he trails kisses to your neck, nipping and sucking the sensitive flesh as he ruts his hips into the mattress, too lost in his pleasure to think straight. He needs you and wants to have you writhing beneath him while he’s buried inside you.

When he deems you ready, he slides home, making your breath catch in your throat as your nails drag down his back, claiming him as yours.

He chuckles darkly, knowing exactly what you’re doing.

Lucifer kisses the spot over your heart, sucking and biting deeply until his teeth leave their mark behind. He’d eat you alive if he could, make you part of him just like you’d want him to be part of you.

Your hand reaches for his as he slams his hips against yours, his other hand grips the headboard above your head.

“Mine,” You babble as he rocks into you again and again until you reach your peak.

Mammon

Mammon was feeling hot at the casino. He ditched his suit jacket as he eyed the hands of the dealer. You sat beside him in a ruby red suit, your nails painted to match as you watched the dealer slam the card to make your man a winner. 

The crowd that’s gathered cheers as Mammon collects his winnings. One brave demon comes over to his right side, her hand resting on his arm. 

You catch the move, glaring at the demon as Mammon shakes them off. 

“I’m taken,” he states firmly without sparing them a glance as he places his bet as a new round begins. 

The demon scoffs and walks away as the dealer places a few cards on the table. 

Mammon wins again, collects his winnings, tips the dealer, and exchanges his chips for Grimm. 

You stay at his side until he pulls you into an empty hallway. You’ve been silent since that demon touched him, brewing in your jealousy. 

“Talk to me, Treasure,” Mammon whispers, two of his fingers lifting your chin slightly. 

“You are mine,” you state with an edge in your tone. 

Mammon smirks as he presses his forehead to yours. 

“Jealous?” He teases, his breath ghosting your cheek. 

Your hands grip the lapels of his suit as you tug him closer. “You belong to me. No one else. They can look but not touch. I wanted to rip their hand off and feed it to them.”

Mammon curses, his face buried in the side of your neck. His teeth graze your skin as he growls. 

“Easy, Treasure,” he whispers in warning. “Don’t need you getting into trouble again. Diavolo might not be so forgiving this time.”

“Then he should tell the whole Devildom that you are mine and mine alone,” you grab Mammon by the nape of his neck, your lips crushing him in a searing kiss that leaves your mind swirling. 

Mammon grabs your hips to anchor himself as he kisses you wantonly. His tongue brushes yours as he presses himself to you, holding you in place. 

Some would call you possessive, but he thought you were devoted, enamored with him, and he loved it. 

You kiss your way down his neck, snapping your fingers as a shiny gold necklace with your name appears around Mammon’s neck. He chuckles, shaking his head, but his heart flips in his chest because you were claiming him. 

You suck wet and deep on his neck until a pretty hickey forms. You grin as you admire Mammon in all his beautiful, blushing glory. 

Now you were content enough to head back to the casino with him. Mammon was marked as yours, and you couldn’t be prouder. 

Levi

You were fighting the urge to take Levi back to his room, to isolate him but his pretty pink cheeks and his shy gaze kept you from dragging him back to the House of Lamentation.

The two of you wore matching outfits. The maid costumes were your idea, and Levi had shyly obliged when you nearly drooled over him in his bedroom. His black and white striped socks clung to his thighs as he avoided the eyes of the other cosplayers at the convention.

Where you’re confident, Levi is bashful.

Part of you wishes you had kept him tucked in his bedroom, splayed on the floor as you stroked his cock over his boxer briefs, listening to him whimpering as he had just hours before the convention.

Under the skirt of the dress, your hickeys decorated his silky thighs. You had spent a long time savoring the taste of him, dragging your tongue over his length, taking his balls in your mouth and teasing his hole just to hear him moan your name just the way that you liked.

Now, everyone admired your pretty boy, and you wanted to rip their eyes out. You kept your hand in his as he visited booths, buying more merch than he had room for in his bedroom. You kissed his neck every chance you got, smiling when he moaned softly.

A few people ask for pictures, and you politely decline. When Levi has had his fill, you teleport back to his bedroom.

“Thank you for tonight,” he says earnestly as he climbs into his tub, his merch long forgotten as you climb in on top of him.

“My pleasure,” you grin as you press a finger to the lovely marks on his neck, then slide your hands under his maid outfit to check the pretty hickeys on his thighs. 

Levi blushes.

“How cute,” You smirk. “My pretty boy had a good time. All eyes are on him, but I’m the only one who gets to see and make these pretty little marks,” You gloat as you sit up, your hand gripping his hair to pull him in a kiss that makes his cock hard.

“Only yours,” Levi whimpers sweetly. “Only want to be yours.”

“That’s right, baby. You’re all mine. Only mine.”

Satan

Satan conversed with the author of his favorite romance novel, one he had stumbled upon whilst waiting for you and Asmo to finish shopping. 

He had picked it up to criticize it, but he found himself enjoying it. Perhaps it was the smut, perhaps it was the human in love with the demon of wrath, who knows?

The author laughs at something Satan says as he signs the copy in Satan’s hand. You wait patiently for him in the coffee shop attached to the bookstore where the author signing is happening. 

You had decided to give Satan space to get his book signed and have a chat, but the author and his heart eyes on your man weren’t planned. You sip your Blushberry Frappuccino, one of Satan’s favorite drinks, as you watch him from afar. 

Satan says his goodbyes, and he’s at your side shortly after. 

“That went great,” he grins as he finishes the last of your Frappuccino. 

The two of you make your way outside, turning the corner into a small alley that leads to the shops you want to visit. 

“What did they write in the book?” You ask Satan as you stop walking. 

“I’m not sure,” he answers honestly. “I didn’t want to hold up the line any longer.”

You giggle as you take the book from him and open it to the cover. Your smile soon gets wiped from your face as you read the flirty message. You slam the book shut and turn on your heel to march back to the store and shove the book down the author’s throat. 

“Whoa! Where are you going?” Satan asks in a panic as he blocks your way. 

You hand the book to him as you fume, ready to fight the author and anyone else who defends him. 

Satan reads the message, and his eyes widen as he shoves the book in his bookbag. He grabs your hands and leads you back to the alley where your back meets the brick wall. 

“Shit,” he curses as his blond hair falls over his eyes. “I didn’t know they wrote that. It doesn’t matter, it was inappropriate as fuck.”

“Don’t they know you’re mine?” You huff as you look toward the end of the alley. How fast could you teleport in and out of the store?

“Hey,” Satan’s voice is soft, his hand cups your face delicately. 

“They know I’m yours. I mentioned it, so I don’t know where they got the courage to write that. I’m tossing it as soon as we get home. That was a shitty thing for them to do.”

You meet his gaze and soften in his hold. You were jealous. Completely over your head, jealous at the thought of someone taking Satan from you. 

Satan shushes you when you curse, anger boiling inside you as the author's words ring in your head. 

How about you wring his neck?

“Look at me, love. I am yours. I only want to be yours,” Satan states earnestly. 

“I know, I just…” You sigh defeatedly. 

Satan holds you close before you teleport to his bedroom. You lie on his bed with him between your legs as he kisses you. 

“I love you,” he whispers, his heart still pounding in his chest. Part of him knew violence wasn’t the answer when it came to jealousy, but it did make his cock hard to see you so riled up, ready to kill for him.

Satan kisses your lips, your neck, your hands as he holds you close. 

“I love you,” you’ll whisper as he claims your body, filling you to the brim as he reminds you that he only belongs to you.

“Mine,” you’ll cry out when you cum with him.

Asmo

“Are you sure you want to come to this party, hon? I know it’s not really your thing?” Asmo tries to give you an out as he continues to go through your closet in search of an appropriate party outfit. 

It’s hard when you look hot in everything you own. 

“Yeah,” you nod. “I thought we could spend time together.”

“We can spend time together when I get back, if you’d prefer?” Asmo assures you, but you shake your head. He hands you an outfit and tells you to be ready in ten minutes. 

The party is full of people you don’t know. There have been a few of them come up to Asmo to get a selfie or a follow on Devilgram. You shift awkwardly beside him as he chats to his fans before he takes your hand and leads you to the bar for a drink.

“Sorry, doll. I didn’t think so many people would recognize me here,” he apologized as he handed you a bottle of water. 

You shrug off his apology as he wraps his arm around your waist. 

“I’m glad you’re here, though,” Asmo says genuinely. “I love being with you.”

“Me too,” you admit as you close the cap on your bottle. 

To be honest, you’ve been a little jealous of all the people coming up to Asmo. Not because of his large following or anything, but because they flirt with him, they praise him, and he loves their attention.  

You knew this was part of who he was, and you could normally handle it, but today, something in you had you feeling it deeper, making you clingy and needing Asmo at your side. You’re sure you should talk to him about it, but it’s hard to get a moment alone when demons are trying to kiss the ground he walks on. 

You wrap your hand around his waist to pull him closer, hoping that will deter anyone from approaching him for a few moments. 

Asmo pecks your cheek, smiling as he bops his head to the beat of the song. 

“Wanna dance?” You ask him with a demure smile. 

Asmo nods enthusiastically, cheering as he takes your hand to lead you to the crowded dance floor. Asmo dances to the music perfectly as you do your best to keep up. He grins at you as he pulls you closer, placing your hands on his hips. 

“Don’t be shy, hon!”

Asmo encourages you as you hold him tighter. He giggles at your sudden bashfulness, but he simply caresses your cheek and says, “Show them who I belong to.”

Your eyes widen at his words because you’d be a fool if you believe for even a moment that your partner wouldn’t pick up on your emotions so well. 

Asmo smirks at your reaction as he moves closer until your lips brush delicately. He holds your face gently as he kisses you, his tongue meeting yours as the kiss deepens, and your hands clutch his shirt. 

“Show them,” he whispers just loud enough for you to hear. “Show them how you make me yours.”

Enthralled by his voice, you do as he says. You kiss him again. Your hands move from his waist to his hips then his ass, squeezing it for good measure as Asmo giggles. 

“If you wanted me all to yourself, you should have said so, cutie. You know I am to please,” he teases as you kiss down his neck, leaving a pretty mark behind. 

You him in response as you nip his skin, and he laughs. 

“Didn’t know you were into exhibitionism,” he muses with a grin. “The things we could do, hon. Just imagine!”

“Absolutely not,” you scoff. “You are mine, and only I get to see your gorgeous face when you fall apart for me.”

“Ooh, bossy,” Asmo perks up. “I like it.” 

You huff a laugh as Asmo kisses you again, his hands just as greedy as yours. 

“Why don’t you take us home, and we can continue this in private?” Asmo asks before biting his bottom lip in that seductive way that makes heat grow in your belly. 

You nod, quickly taking him home to get more than a taste of him.

 

Beel

Despite your constant presence with the Young Master and your precious seven, sometimes your classmates forget you even exist. You’re no longer an anomaly, some would say you were just a speck in their world.

Today is one of those days, unfortunately.

Beel had been busy with schoolwork, dodging Lucifer and RAD events. However, he still made time to spend with Belphie and you. 

He had insisted his workout would be short. “Thirty minutes top,” he assured you as you took a seat on an angled bench. 

That was fifty minutes ago, and as your D.D.D. battery drained, and your stomach rumbled, you begged Beel to take you to dinner like he had promised.

“Just one more set, Sweets,” Beel grunts as he steadies his posture, and you sigh. He’d said that on the last set, too. 

Ignoring him, you slide your phone into your pocket. Your chest is pressed to the bench, your thighs on either side of the seat. The gym isn’t as busy as it is on the weekends but there’s a few members of Beel’s sports team on the treadmills and a few grabbing drinks from the vending machine. 

The free weights are empty, which is why you’ve claimed the bench you’re on. You’d studied the menu of the place Beel was taking you to, and now you wanted nothing more than a huge plate of Sinful Scorpion Spaghetti.

Your thoughts are pushed to the back burner as a group of chattering demons enter dressed in bright workout gear. Rather than head to the treadmills, they look around until their gaze lands on your shirtless boyfriend. 

It’s like you’re not even present, just a few feet away. Like they don’t know about the two of you when you know damn well Beel has almost devoured you in the halls, pressed to his locker. It was the reason he was avoiding Lucifer; he’d gotten three detentions this past week. 

You rose to your feet with ease, locking eyes with the leader of the group just as Beel finished his set. He’s broad, and perfectly defined, and his thighs are as thick as tree trunks. However, he’s aloof, only has eyes for you, and doesn’t notice the tension in your shoulders or your icy glare aimed towards the group. 

When you wrap your arms around him, he holds your waist to pull you closer. Your lips meet his in a hungry, territorial kiss. 

Beel doesn’t object, he kisses you back just as needy; as if you are his life line. 

“You are mine,” you state loud enough for the group to hear. 

They immediately disperse. 

“All mine,” you grin as you lace your fingers with his, a coy smile on your lips as you lead him to the showers. 

Belphie

Classes had ended half an hour ago, and Belphie was nowhere in sight. Beel had left to practice while you called Belphie for the third time. 

After sending a few messages to the group chat, you find out from Lucifer that Belphie had gotten detention for sleeping in class. 

Relieved (and slightly annoyed), you stomp down the hallway towards the detention room. The door is open, and the professor is at their desk with a book in their hands. They don’t pay you any attention as you walk in and look around the room for your boyfriend. 

Unsurprising, he’s at a desk in the back with his head resting over his crossed arms. He’s sleeping soundly despite the bright fluorescent lights. 

What is surprising is the gaggle of demons around him. They’re all trying to wake him up and get his attention despite him being asleep. 

Belphie is unaware of the attention he receives while asleep, but you nearly lose it when someone pulls out their D.D.D. to take his picture. 

Angry, you walk to Belphie’s side, using your bookbag to cover him before the demon can snap a photo. 

“Leave my boyfriend alone!” You exclaim as you make the person sitting beside Belphie disappear and reappear across the room. 

The other demons scatter far away from you as you take a seat beside your slowly rousing boyfriend. 

“Hey, moon, what are you doing here?” Belphie asks sleepily. He yawns and blinks slowly as he sits up. 

“Those demons were trying to take photos of you asleep,” You inform him, sending a glare to the few demons that linger in the front of the classroom.

Belphie looks over at them, the iciness in his stare colder than yours. The demons scatter out of the classroom, bumping into each other as they try to exit through the doorway.

You don’t wait around for detention to end. Instead, you take Belphie to the attic and curl up in his bed beside him.

His arm drapes over your waist as he pulls you closer, not knowing where you end and he begins. Your fingers lace with his as you sigh softly.

“You’re mine,” you whisper as you squeeze his hand.

“I’m all yours,” he responds as he kisses your neck. “You’re mine.”

“Am I?” you tease.

Belphie growls as he easily pins you beneath him. You giggle, loving how easy it was to rile him up. He pins your hands over your head as he looks down at you.

“You belong to me. Every breath, every cell, every beat of your heart is mine,” He says lowly, and you nearly moan as you agree with a nod.

Belphie kisses you deeply, your hands tangled in his hair to pull him closer as he makes you his.