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thinking-about-sw33ts · 7 months

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"𝓗𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓸𝓯𝓯, 𝓗𝓮 𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽, 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓑𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷!"

♡ 𝓢𝓶𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓢𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵 ♡

𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝙷𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏! 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎!

Ingredients: Cunnilingus, PwV, Oral, Breeding, Dumbification, Cum Overflow, Prey and Predator Play, Haunted House, Pussy Drunk Beel, Fingering, Praising, Tummy Bulge, Deepthroating, Spanking, Size Kink, HardDomBeel, Manhandling, F and M Receiving, Squirting, Creampie, Thigh Riding, Unprotected, Semi-Public, Biting/Marking, Doggy, Cum Eating, F!Reader, established relationship, Stranger Play, Finger Sucking, Sensitive Reader, Multiple Orgasms, Takes place in the human world but Beelzebub is still a demon. (Pet names: Sweetheart, Baby, Little Girl, Naughty Little Thing, Pretty Thing.

𝓚𝓤𝓜𝓐'𝓢 𝓝𝓞𝓣𝓔🐻🫀:

𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓼𝓸 𝓽𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓑𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓻𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓰𝓾𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓫𝓸𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷, 𝔂𝓮𝓪𝓱 𝓱𝓮’𝓼 𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓲𝓷’𝓽 𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽. 𝓐𝓵𝓼𝓸, 𝓗𝓐𝓟𝓟𝓨 𝓗𝓐𝓛𝓛𝓞𝓦𝓔𝓔𝓝!🎃

‘’Guys, let’s go in there, it’ll be fun!’’ I repeated, mocking my friends’ words, huffing. Obviously pent up with this shit. The second they got scared they immediately ran and left me here! Just thinking about it pisses me off, the second I see them they better prepare themselves.

I was furious, fuming even, as I wandered around the stupid ‘’Abandoned’’ themed Haunted house, flashes off red light coming from the fake windows, a bad attempt of pained shadows of people appearing, all of it didn’t faze me, after all they’re all fake aren’t they?

I continued aimlessly walking around, hoping to either find my friends or at least an exit.

It was any other regular haunted house, though, this one didn’t really have people coming out and scaring you. It was semi–dark, the hallways lighting up with red lights, Fake blood here and there which just blended in, dirty concrete floors, ‘’shaggedy’’ old wooden walls there were even a few cracks on them just to make it believable. Fake cobwebs on the ceiling or any old furniture, Fake dead bodies or limbs made from either plastic, cotton, or hay. They were even badly painted.

This place isn’t even scary? Who’s idea was this again? Oh yeah, theirs. I remembered, rolling my eyes. We should’ve just stayed at one of each other's houses, eating an unhealthy amount of good candy, ignoring door bells from trick or treaters, watching a good marathon of horror movies in one night, while enjoying each other's company. Weird? I swear I’ve been walking for a while, why haven’t I reached a corner or dead end? You know what? Screw this, I’ll just call Beel to pick me up and chew my friends out tomorrow.

I dug through my pocket for my phone. Once I grabbed it, I dialled his number. It rang a bit before transfering me over to voicemail. I huffed again, trying a second time but to no avail. Normally he would answer by the second or third ring. If he was busy working out or eating he would call me after my failed attempt. I decided to give up, putting my phone back in its place and continued walking. I looked around, a figure catching my eye at the end of the hallway. I cautiously approached it, but once I got a good look, I saw that it was a tall, quite muscular guy, with a… Is that a fake knife? Has to be.

I couldn’t tell what colour his hair was due to the red light, all I know is that it blended well with it, making it a red-ish colour? He even had a cliche scary mask on his face. The stranger wore a worn out blue jumpsuit with splashes of fake blood. ‘’Hey! If you’re here to scare me, it’s not working. I know you won’t really hurt me, that’ll give you guys a bad rep and if I wanted… maybe press charges or get a lawsuit?’’ I threatened, not wanting to deal with this shit anymore, crossing my arms. I just wanted to exit this place, go back home to Beel, and watch some movies while eating something sweet.

Suddenly it hit me. They specified that they won’t have anyone scaring the people coming in due to the previous year’s accident, where they gave a random guy a heart attack. So… Who’s this? I thought things over, looking at the figure with widened eyes, he started walking towards me, his so-called ‘’fake’’ knife shining in the light. A plastic toy knife can’t do that, no matter how well the paint job is! The fake blood splatters on his clothes… Are they?

I stood in awe, or could it be?... Panic?

Snap out of it!

I ran, panting, hearing him chase after me!

Every damn freaking turn and hall looked the same! I tried to get as far as possible away from him, I took a left turn, making myself face to face with a wall. NO, THIS CAN’T BE THE END?! I turned around hoping to turn and run to the opposing side…but to no avail. The mystery person was already in front of me, trapping me, closing me in! ‘’Hey! I contacted my boyfriend, he’s probably killed more people than you could! The second he gets here, your ass is dead!’’ I threatened once more, trying to stay calm. I search my pockets in a panic, trying to find my phone! I look back towards the figure, seeing him waving my phone playfully, the light from it illuminating.

It shows the time, 9:58PM, and my wallpaper. It was of the Avatar of Gluttony, face stuffed with food, a happy look on his face, with a baby pink colour dusting his lightly tanned face. I felt my eyes swell up with tears, slowly they cascaded down my cheeks. ‘’Look, I didn’t mean anything I said, Okay?! Just let me go back home to him, I’ll forget any of this happened. Please! I’ll do anything!’’ I shut my eyes, pleading, bowing my head down in fear, hoping at least a little bit of that convinced the masked person. ‘’Anything, you say?’’ He repeats, his voice a bit deeper in octave than most people I knew. I nodded, sniffling.

‘’Then… Let me use you Sweetheart’’ The stranger almost purred it out, making me confused. H-huh? This guy has to be joking. He starts to approach me, throwing his knife as far as it could go so that I couldn’t use that against him. The anonymous person trapped me against the wall, the size difference was immense, he completely towered over me! Using a hand to cup my face, tracing my face down until he gets to my chin, lifting it up, making me look at him. He roughly turns it to the side, whispering; ‘’I said let me use you, little girl.’’

I shouldn’t be getting turned on by this, this is wrong! As much as I convinced myself, my body couldn’t lie to itself, my small cunt starting to dampen my panties with its slick.

The Stranger lifts his mask a bit, so that the bottom of it has his eyes covered, but leaves his lips exposed. Roughly, he invades my mouth, his tongue swirling around with mine, he lets go of my chin, instead using that to apply pressure to my neck, choking me. I was already letting out staggered breaths, yet he continued to shove his tongue down my throat. After doing that he sucks on my tongue, this action had me moaning, I tried to suppress it, I really did! It was a vile scene, you could hear the outrageous smacking of lips from around, the echoes not helping my case! The anonymous person, departs from our small lip session, letting out a condescending laugh; ‘’You’re a naughty little girl aren’t you?’’ I shake my head, trying to protect whatever dignity I had left.

‘’Noooo!- I’m notttt!-’’

I whined, panting, trying to catch my breath, his hand leaving my neck. Slowly he goes back for more. Attacking my neck this time, placing chaste kisses down it, sucking, biting, he was doing everything he could to mark me. ‘’H-Hah-!!

I wrapped my small hands around his back, gripping his clothes to try and ground myself. It was also another way to be as close to him as I could, not able to control my body. Just wanting something of his to be inside my wet cunt! Something, anything, I don’t care! I need to satisfy this heat between my legs. The Stranger licked a big wide stripe on my neck, moving on to the rest of my body. After sensing that I was starting to become impatient.

‘’You’re so inpatient, Baby~’’ The man before me let out an amused chuckle, suddenly he tears open my cute halloween themed blouse, the buttons flying in all different directions. ‘’That was expensive and a special release…’’ Pouting in his direction, my blouse was absolutely destroyed! He places his large calloused hands on my hips massaging them tenderly. ‘’Don’t worry about that, I like you better naked, now why don’t you strip the rest off for me, pretty thing.’’ I was still unsure of this but due to the circumstances, even hesitating, until I felt his hands cupping and playing my ass. The stranger finally had enough, slapping one of my clothed cheeks, a way of telling me to hurry up. I reached from behind my back, unclasping my breasts from its containment.

They spilled out, as I tried my best to hide them from his sight with my arms. I was embarrassed, humiliated, flustered, you name it. His hands depart from their previous position instead coming to grip my wrist away from hiding myself. There he stood admiring the sight before him, even going as far to lick his own lips, salivating, almost preparing himself for the best meal he could have in his entire life. The man leans in, taking a long lick from between them. He lets go of my wrist, grabbing a hold of both of my tits. He playfully massages them, watching them spill out of his hold. ‘’What a sight!’’ He continued playing with them, making me whimper and gasp. ‘’Can’t you hu-hah!- hurry the fuck up?’’ I complained, moaning, absolutely fed up with this shit.

‘’Patience, Sweetheart, so eager aren’t you?’’ The anonymous person, cranes down, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking. He flicked it with his tongue, making it perk up, pinching the other one in his hand. ‘’N-Ngh!-’’ I tried to suppress my moans, biting my lip, and looking away from him. He then flattens his tongue, licking a stripe up multiple times, finally he sucks, looking up at me, enjoying all the reactions that came out. We made eye-contact, the only thing that you can define from his eyes was hunger and lust. He sucks harder occasionally playing with the bud with his teeth. Once he had finally had enough, he switched to the other that he had been massaging for quite some time, giving it the same treatment.

‘’Now time for the appetiser.’’ The Stranger lowers me down with him making me lay on the ground, I prop myself up with my elbows, watching what he did next, anticipation rising inside every fibre of my being. He pushes my legs open, taking a whiff of my wet cunt right before licking another stripe on the center, almost moaning while doing so. It was such a lewd sight it was making me more damp. While laying down, he props me up on his beefy thigh, calloused hand setting back down on my hips, massaging once again. I sat there tilting my head to the side a bit, not knowing what to do. ‘’You’re a smart girl, so start grinding.’’ I was still perplexed, whining here and there. ‘’Here let me give you warm-up.’’ His grip on my hips tightened, roughly shifting my clothed cunt on his thigh.

The feeling of my wet cunt getting the friction it deserves, turns me on more! Automatically, I place my hands on his shoulders, balancing myself. Every little ridge on his pant leg just drove straight into my pussy, my tongue was already lolling out, and I was panting like some bitch in heat. He lowered his hands away from my hips, instead placing it behind his head, flexing the beefy muscles on his arms, as he leaned against the wall. ‘’There you go, you got it, Baby. Already so thirsty and hungry for this cock aren’t you? Just be a bit more patient Sweetheart, you’ll have it in you soon enough.’’ Everything he said just went straight over my brain. I was too focused on that knot in my stomach finally unravelling, I sped up my grinding, chasing my release. ‘’H-Hah! Please!- Please! Please!- G-Gonna Cum! G-Gonna Cum!!-’’

Finally that coil snaps, and I cum right on his thigh. It was the hardest orgasm I’ve ever had, I completely stopped my movements as my body shook, zaps of pleasure rattling up my being! A small wet patch formed on my pants. I panted heavily, catching my breath, falling right against his chest. ‘’Tired already? But I’m still hungry. You have to do better and catch up Little Girl.’’ The stranger raises my face up, leaning in, sucking on my tongue playfully. ‘’H-Hah~’’ I moaned, eyes almost rolling behind my head. He leans back, looking over my reactions through his mask. He sets me back down, ripping off the rest of my clothes, which were my pants. He tore a hole right on the area of my wet pussy. He grabbed a hold of both of my lower lips, spreading them apart seeing the slick that my cunt produced.

Once again he licked his lips, as if a thirsty predator that had finally hunted down their prey. Suddenly, he spits right down my cunt, spreading it down and inside of me a bit, with his thumb. making me shiver. ‘’Don’t want to break you open so, I’ll spend a bit of time stretching you out.’’ He slowly thrusted in a single finger, my salivating pussy accepting the intrusion. Even if it was quite a stretch from one finger. He thrusted a bit more, before shoving another finger in. Together they worked on stretching open my tight cunt. ‘’Fingers so big~ Hah~’’ my tongue lolled out once again and I could feel tears beginning to form, a mixture from both pain and pleasure. Suddenly without warning he sped up his finger, having a bowling ball grip right on my pussy!

‘’N-Noooo~!! Too much!- Too much!-’’ I moaned and thrashed, trying to get away from his overly pleasurable finger, another coil starting to form in the deepest depths of my belly! As I tried to get away, I couldn’t even get far, and his ever quickening pace didn’t budge. He thumbed and played with my sensitive bud, swiping his thumb sideways as fast as he could, his two fingers reaching a spot that even I couldn’t get to with my own, with such animalistic stamina! It was all too good! And too much!! It comes crashing down on me in one single blow, my back arched, pupils dilate, throwing my head back, mouth agape to let out a silent scream as tears rolled down my eyes. I was gushing everywhere! I stained his jumpsuit with my fluids, he continued swiping my pearl to continue the sensation for as long as it lasted.

He leaned towards my cunt, his hot breath fanning against it making me jolt and quiver due to sensitivity. My whole body was spasming from pleasure I had never felt before. As he comes near my sensitive cunt. Finally he removes his halloween mask, showing my boyfriend’s face, Beelzebub. He tries to catch as much of my essence in his mouth, getting the entirety of his face wet. ‘’Right on time, MC, I was feeling thirsty.’’ He flashes his iconic adorable closed-eyed smile, pink dusting his cheeks. I could still see the remnant of my squirt rolling down his face, even making his hair kind of damp. I was catching my breath, panting on the ground. ‘’Hah- Hah- Hah-!’’ I made grabbing motions with my arm towards him, beckoning him over. Beel reaches over to cuddle me. Calming me down from my orgasmic bliss.

‘’Shhh, Shhh, I’m here, I got you.’’ The Avatar of Gluttony comforts me, petting my head softly, and placing soft kisses on my cheeks. Once calming down, I still see that he’s hard. ‘’Let me help you with that, Beel.’ He backs up a bit, standing up, towering over me, as I kneeled before him, in-between his legs. It was always such a turn-on for him seeing you, a human, smaller than him. Especially how he could always see the bulge in your stomach from various positions. I slowly opened his jumper by the zipper with my teeth, he quickly shed the clothes off, his bulge prominent through his boxers. I gave a quick kiss to it, rubbing my face against it, worshipping it. Quickly after, I pulled down his pants, his thick girthy cock accidentally hitting my cheek as it sprung out of its hold. Beel was a grower, so he was seven inches in total!

Even after countless times we have made love, I never got used to that. He had two prominent veins, one ranging from the hilt of his shaft and ending at the middle, the other starting from the head, and shortly stopping. He was well trimmed, a little trail leading towards his pack.

I started with giving soft fluttery kisses towards the underside, before immediately sucking the first vein. I was already cockdrunk, his dick was just so amazing. It made me see stars, and made me feel insane amounts of pleasure. After placing loving kisses, I decided to give his balls some attention, sucking the skin, playing, fondling, all which gained various groans from the Avatar. I looked back up at him with ‘’innocent’’ doe eyes ‘’N-Ngh!- Yeah- Just like that, Baby~ Always take good care of me, huh?~ Always look so- H-hah~ beautiful-’’

Finally I take him in my mouth, relaxing my throat as I take him to the hilt. As I tried to set a pace for myself he suddenly took the back of my head, slamming it down to his pelvis! My eyes watered as I gagged, my throat absolutely being rammed, violated. I made a few gagging noises as I focused on breathing through my nose and relaxing my throat. I looked back up at him, though, it didn’t help due to the hazy vision my tears gave me, mascara, eyeliner, lip gloss smudging down my face. ‘’Couldn’t hold back- Nghh! Looked so-! Hah- So Delectable!’’ He let out a series of groans and grunts. I let him use me the way he wanted, absolutely just braindead and wanting for every hole in my body to be rammed! As he pushed my head down his entire dick, he thrusted upwards as well.

Beel made quicker thrusts and absolutely used my mouth as if it were some kind of pocket-pussy! Finally from the loud groans that escaped his mouth, and his abs convulsing, he was cuming down my throat! My eyes tilted upwards, as I tried to swallow as much as I could, his cum was so thick and there were loads of it, that some poured out the sides of my mouth. The Glutton finally let go of my head, as I departed myself. I closed my mouth, gulping down the large amount of thick gooey cum inside my mouth, gulping it down, as my throat bobbed. Looking through hooded lustful eyes right at Beel. After finishing, I opened my mouth, showing him, receiving a groan. He brought a hand down to my chin, holding it in place as he cleaned the corners of my mouth with his thumb, placing it back in my mouth.

I licked off his thumb, swallowing the remainder, and swirled my tongue around, sucking, just as what I would do if it was his large Dick. he kneels in front of me kissing my lips softly, pushing me down onto the floor gently. I decided to switch my position, my back towards him, Ass and Pussy in full display as I arched my back, wiggling it to provoke him. Suddenly he smacks my ass cheek roughly! ‘’Ah!’’ I was surprised, I didn’t think he would do that. ‘’Behave.’’ I heard it come from behind as I bit my lip in anticipation and nodded. Beel guided his dick towards my glistening cunt, softly shoving it in. I felt the tip enter my small opening, gasping! It was only his tip yet the stretch could already be felt. Slowly, he slides all the way in as he makes it to the hilt. I was already deeply breathing as I tried to get accustomed to his girthy length!

‘’H-Hah- Always feel so good, Sweetheart’’ Beelzebub started to move his hips, going slow at first to give me more time, and to set a pace. He leaned down a bit, littering my kneck with countless love bites and kissses. Soon enough his pelvis was smacking against my ass making all kinds of unholy noises. His large hands were right on my shoulder, pushing me right back against his body in all types of powerful thrusts. I could barely hold myself up, eyes thrown back, pupils resembling hearts, various tears from the pleasure cascading down my cheeks, tongue lolled out, letting out obscenities out of my mouth, I was a Wreck! And it was all Beel’s doing! His thrusts quickened as we both chased our orgasm! He brought a hand down to my bud, flicking and playing with it once more!

‘’N-Nooooo!!~~ Too much!- No!- No!- No!-’’

‘’Unghhh! Take it!- Take it!-’’

I couldn’t handle the immense pleasure as I tried running away, pushing against his abs, raising my hips up to try and run! I had no power! I grabbed his wrist trying to pry it away from my overly-sensitive pearl, but to no avail. Instead he grabs both of my arms, pinning it behind my back, making me lay face down on the ground. ‘’Nggghh! Cuming MC!- Cuming!! Gonna shoot a big load in you-!’’ Beel groans into my ear, speeding up his thrusts as I let out cries! The pleasure was so immense that it was borderline starting to mix with pain. ‘’Ngh!!-’’ One final hard thrust, he dumps a huge load inside me, painting the walls of my cunt white! ‘’A-ahhhh!!-’’ I screamed, my cunt gushing out a long series of my issence out, even forcefully shoving Beel's member out with it!

Beel hurries and flips me over, my back faced on the concrete as he shoves his face down my squirting cunt, mouthing, and eating me out! Suddenly my phone rings, Beelzebub thrusts it in my hand, answering it before-hand! It was my friends and they were looking for me! ‘’MC, it’s rude not to say hi to your friends.’’ He looks up from his meal, making eye contact with me as I quietly sobbed from overstimulation, I sniffled, trying to get my shit together. ‘’H-HiGuys!...’’’ I covered my mouth so they couldn’t hear my moaning. ‘’MC! We’re sorry for leaving you! We’ll come back inside to find you, okay?’’ After not receiving an answer they repeat my name again! ‘’MC? You still there?’’ The Glutton sucks my pearl harder, making me whimper into my arm.

‘’Y-YeaSo-Sorry the Co-Mhm!- Connection isn’t so good here…’’

‘’Are you okay? You sound different?’’

‘’I-H-hah- I’m okay, just… Scared- Mhm!-’’

‘’Oh! You poor thing, we’ll come in and find you ASAP, Okay?’’

‘’Ye-a Sounds Gr-Ngh!- Great, see you H-Hah!- soon! Byeloveyouguys-’’

I quickly ended the call, trying to push away beel from my cunt, whining, crying, moaning! ‘’Beelll!!- Sensitive!- Sensitive!-’’ I warned, gushing once again, wetting his face as he slurped up everything I could offer, going back in for more! ‘’MC? MC? Where are you?’’ My friends called out! I panicked! they were just around the corner, they could easily see us! I tried to push the Avatar’s face away but to no avail! I was about to start sobbing from the overstim! Right before Beelzebub covered my mouth so I won’t make any sounds, still eating my out, now swiping his face side-to-side! I moaned and whimpered into his arm, sobbing. Eventually, my friends searched on the other levels of the Haunted House. Beel puts his hand away from my face, going back to easily spreading my thighs open so he could continue feasting.

There I was cumming again! This time I just creamed on his face rather than gushing. ‘’No more Beelll!!’’ I panted and sobbed, my body convulsing in the aftershocks of my hard orgasms, shaking, as I wiped the tears away from my eyes. ‘’One more, promise. I’m still Hungry.’’ His eyes softened, kissing my lips softly, guiding my hands away from my eyes, giving them kisses as well. After pampering me for a bit he went back down between my legs. Looking at me, while licking his lips, eyes nothing but Hunger!

Just from that I know that ‘’one more’’ was a lie. Finally facing the truth that tonight will be a long and never-ending one.

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dirwael · 1 year

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beel LOVES it when you call him "___ boy". sweet boy, good boy, beautiful boy, whatever. depending on the name, he might stutter, but he'll always be taken aback and blushing. he's a terrifying demon, the avatar of gluttony, but most importantly, he's your boy.

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poohbea · 2 years

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𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃.

beelzebub | smut, fluff |

𝙒𝙊𝙍𝘿𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙏 : 1.6k

— 𝙎𝙔𝙉𝙊𝙋𝙎𝙄𝙎 : the ingredients to make a darkness of devil cake are as follows: flour, eggs, butter, oral... wait that doesn't sound right.

𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙎 : light biting, food play, oral (f receiving), semi-public oral sex (you're in a shared kitchen so), voyeurism (meaning someone does walk in on you and watches - take a guess who's kinky enough to do something like that), praise, marking, pet names, just beel being beel

𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀 𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈 𝙋𝙊𝙊𝙃 : the way i procrastinated with this fic omfg. idk why this was difficult to write, but i tried, not my proudest work but this one has been sitting in the drafts for a long time and i needed to feed the beel food play agenda. again this is my poor attempt at getting out of my writer's block so forgive me if it's quite mediocre. we were going so well in the beginning and then sorta just fell off...cri

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“Is the icing almost done?” Beel asks, resting his chin on your shoulder. He watches you whisk the chocolaty cream in the large bowl, stopping to dip your finger in before raising it to his lips. He moans as his tongue envelops the digit, sucking the sweet treat greedily, teeth lightly nipping at your finger.

“Is it good?” You chuckle, watching him with a smile.

“Th’o good.” He mumbles with your finger still in his mouth.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, Beel.” Your finger is released with a pop, a string of saliva still connecting the digit to his tongue.

“Sorry,” A bashful expression takes over his handsome features. “It tastes really good.”

You watch him examine the expanse of your neck briefly, nose subtly inhaling your sweet aroma. “You okay?” He nods at your question, but his gaze is still focused on the curve of your neck, the way your skin pulsed under the heat of his body that was still pressed flush against your back.

Absent-mindedly, he licks the juncture where your throat meets your jaw, unable to resist the temptation of the tantalising warmth so close to his taste buds. “Shit.” If he thought the icing was delicious then you were something else entirely. A unique array of flavours that he’d been dying to discover the day you moved into the House of Lamentation.

“Beel.” You whimper, fingers laced through his apricot locks as he sinks his teeth gently into your skin.

The Avatar of Gluttony heard none of it as he continued his exploratory assault, pathing from your jaw to your shoulder, all the while pressing your hips against the countertop with his own. He couldn’t stop, he wouldn’t. Not when something so delicious melted on his tongue with such allure, when you, his unofficial cooking partner, were moaning his name so delicately he could’ve sworn it was all in his head. That your ass in his palms was some kind of food deprived hallucination, that he was daydreaming like he always did. But the heat of your skin was undeniable, the clawing of your nails against his scalp as he indulged in you, unmistakeable.

“Fuck.” You sigh, reciprocating the rock of his hips into yours, the growing ache between your thighs making it increasingly difficult to think straight. “Beel.”

The demon stops to turn you around, immediately delving into your lips, tongue parting them as he tastes you further. “More.” He growls between breaths, fingers digging into your hips. “More.”

“Beel, we’re supposed to be baking.” Your laugh partially breaks his starved frenzy, hands cupping his face when he finally pulls away.

He rests his forehead against your own, breath heavy and pupils blown as they threaten to break your resolve. “The cake’s fine.” His gaze shifts to the oven behind you, two large cake pans filled with a black batter illuminated by the light above. “They’ve only just started to rise.”

“That’s not the point, Beel.” You giggle, with the lick of your lips, an action he followed intently.

“I can’t help it.” His nose brushes yours as he speaks. “You just taste so good.”

Admittedly you didn’t know how to respond to that. Shyness evident as he trapped you between him and the counter, silent but gaze alight with one clear intention. Eat. It was enough to give you goosebumps.

“Can…Can I try something?” He whispers in a low baritone.

With a bashful nod as permission his hands find purchase on the back of your thighs, wrapping them around his waist before lifting you effortlessly onto the counter top. Then his gaze settles on the icing bowl and your heart lodges itself in your throat.

“Beel…” You whisper nervously, toying with the hairs at the nape of his neck. “It’s for the cake.”

“I’ll only use a little.” Those puppy dog eyes he throws you are all too convincing, his pout enough to melt even the coldest of hearts. How could you say no to that face?

He’s silent when you let out a soft sigh, curiously awaiting your response. “Fine.” And almost as if on cue he perks up, his proverbial tail wagging in excitement. “Just try not to make a—” Before you could even finish your thought the sound of tearing fabric echoes through the kitchen. Your gaze lowers to find your skirt in disarray and your underwear now in tatters, its remnants pooled on the apex of your thighs. “Beel!”

Admittedly, he only meant to pull them off you, but the demon obviously didn't know his own strength as he tore right through the flimsy cotton. Why did you even bother to wear something like this if it broke this easily? “What?” He asks innocently, pulling the rest of it from between your thighs.

“I liked those.” Now it was your turn to pout, palm smacking his muscular shoulder as a weak form of punishment.

“You didn’t need them anyway.” He dips slightly to tuck his hands behind your knees, before proceeding to rise again to make you lay back on the counter. Drawing your thighs to your chest, he spreads you wide to give himself a perfect view of your pussy. “Wow.” He mutters to himself, marvelling at the meal so graciously being offered to him.

“Don’t just stare at it—!” You yelp at the sudden heat against your clit, his tongue gliding slowly through your folds, savouring the flavour he’d so patiently waited for.

“Mm.” He moans, kissing the crease of your thigh tenderly, all the while observing that pleasured look on your face. “So delicious.”

“Bee…” Using one hand to mindlessly play with your pussy, the other dips into the chocolate buttercream in the bowl beside your waist. His stomach growls as he spreads the confectionary over your clit, drool leaking from the corner of his mouth when your pussy clenches around nothing as a result.

He silently offers you the residual icing, fingers grazing your lips, his heart races at the sight of his digits slipping past them, your tongue warm as it swirls around each fingertip. “Taste good?” He mimics you, finally withdrawing from your mouth.

“Not too shabby, if I do say so myself.” Your lightheartedness makes him smile, those violet eyes admiring you lovingly before retreating between your legs again, returning to the task at hand.

Your hips jerk in his palms, his hot tongue lapping greedily at your clit. “Fuck.” You gasp, tugging his hair in encouragement. Each flick of his tongue lit a new flame in the pit of your stomach, the heavenly sweetness of the frosting mixed with your arousal only making him dive deeper.

He’d soon become lost in the warmth of your core, every sense overcome by you and you alone. Your moans and pleas, the softness of your skin, your scent and that taste. Fuck, your taste. It was a unique mix of sweet and savoury, one that was growing increasingly addictive the longer he remained there.

“Shit, Beel!” He can’t help but nip at your skin, thighs the victim of many a hickey, but purple was always a pretty colour against your complexion anyway.

“S’tho good.” Your gasp bounces off the walls as he dips his tongue into you, nose now flush with your delicate clit, the action making your spine arch.

“Don’t stop, please. Beel, don’t—“

“Hey, do you guys smell something burni—oh!?” Your oncoming climax is cut short by Asmo’s sudden intrusion, his voice snapping you out of the pleasured daze Beel had so effortlessly pulled you into.

“Oh, shit, Asmo it’s— ah!” Unbeknownst to you, Beel was unfazed by his brother’s presence, the new development actually driving him further. “Beel, wait… stop.” It was no use, even as you tried to push him away he just pulled you right back, strength far surpassing yours.

“No, no, please continue, don’t let me stop your fun.” Asmo giggles, perching himself on the table top beside your head. “My, my, and I was under the impression that our beautiful little human was a prude. Yet here you are, spread so nicely on the kitchen counter no less. Does she taste wonderful, Beel?”

The glutton mumbles an incoherent response against your clit, the vibration making your thighs shudder. “This isn’t— fuck. This isn’t funny Asmo.”

“Oh, I agree, my sweet. In fact I’m quite jealous, I wanted to be the first to get a taste of you. But, I guess it wasn’t meant to be.” His pout only incited butterflies in the pit of your stomach, those devilish eyes eating up the scene unfolding before him. “Come on Beel, make her cum already, I’m dying to hear what she sounds like.”

“Would you… shit, I’m gonna cu—ah!“ You miss the way Asmo smirks when you finally fall over that edge of euphoria, your free hand unintentionally grasping his wrist while the other combs through the ginger locks of the demon between your thighs.

“That’s it, sweetheart, let it out.” The Avatar of Lust coos through the height of your orgasm, caressing your hair softly. “Breathe, angel.”

It was forgein, this feeling in your chest. Never before have you experienced such casual voyeurism, and surprisingly you didn’t hate it as much as you thought you would. Maybe it was because you felt so comfortable with them, the power of mutual trust overshadowing your feeble inhibitions.

A bubbly laugh sounds when you’re finally able to think again, body a puddle on the wooden bench, your muscles finally relaxing. “What?” You ask, out of breath.

“Nothing, you’re just cute when you make that face. Isn’t she Beel?”

The man in question finally raises to his feet, lips glossy as he offers you a warm smile. “Of course.” There’s a moment of silence before Beel frowns, nose scrunching with each audible sniff of the air. “What’s that smell?”

“Oh,” Asmo chirps. “You smell it too? It smells like something’s burning. Are you making anything?”

Both you and Beel lock eyes, expressions morphing into ones of fear. “The cake!”

tags: @okhotel, @sakinotfound, @xharia, @hoohoohope

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mee-op · 1 year

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remove every thought from your mind and imagine. beel with stretch marks

#obey me #beelzebub #obey me beelzebub #om beelzebub #beelzebub fluff #obey me fluff #beel fluff

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theabominable · 2 years

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hcs pls abt beel just being the sweetest bf ever to an s/o whos like so much smaller than him pls?? :(((

omg omg. the sweetest bf ever

so gentle with u bc he's SOSO much bigger than u he treats u like porcelain

he's always looking down on you with that expressionless look on his face but it's actually kinda hot bc of the fact of how much bigger he is than u 💀

also v overprotective of u when out in public bc literally everyone in the devildom is a giant . holds ur hand (thats def so much smaller than his) everywhere

will carry you like anywhere anytime if u get too tired or just don't feel like walking LOL

like you say the word he'll bend down to let you hop on his back or get on his shoulders

or he'll just pick you up bridal style in front of everyone (baby doesnt get why this flusters you 😭😭)

he also walks like 10x faster than u with those long ass legs so he almost always ends up giving u piggybacks

man it's so fun . cute bf and car in one

always wants you to eat more so you can grow more

but if you don't really feel like eating or don't have a big appetite he'll hoover up ur food without a second word LMAO

forehead kisses are a MUST. (although if u wanna give him one u have to ask him to bend down 😭)

but if he wants a kiss on the lips he won't ask, mans will just bend down next to you and wait expectantly

give the good boy what he wants😠

HES SO CUTE AHAHWIEJ

also so warm and cuddly in bed like. you don't even need a blanket or pillow he'll literally just lay on top of u

just the thought of waking up being spooned by beel those muscular ass arms around u makes me SJQOSBIWHDHD

in conclusion giant bf beel x tiny s/o best thing ever

"hey, i'll protect you, so don't worry about being smaller than everyone else."

a/n: as a short person i appreciated tbis rq

#obey me beelzebub #beelzebub #beelzebub avatar of gluttony #beelzebub x reader #beel x reader #beel fluff #beelzebub fluff #beel imagine #beel headcanons #beelzebub imagine #beelzebub headcanons #obey me #obey me imagines #obey me shall we date #om x reader #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me fluff

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satansreadingglasses · 2 years

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Dreamy

Beelzebub x GN!Chubby!reader. 900 words.

Warnings- Friends to lovers, love confession, making out, groping, mainly fluff

a/n. I literally love Beel. that’s it.

You pulled yourself up and out of bed, still barely awake. It took forever to get up and moving, but you were doing it. And it was terrible. Every step you took on the cold floor was torturous. But you had school, so it had to be done.

You yanked a pair of shorts on and headed for the door. You whipped it open, confused about the silence of the house.

Normally, Lucifer would be running back and forth between Belphie and Beel’s room to try and get Belphie up, Mammon and Levi would be arguing in the middle of the hallway, and Asmodeus would be banging on your door, begging you to let him put makeup on you. But it was silent.

You carefully walked down to the kitchen, to see if Beel was up. He was. Of course.

“Hey.” You said, and looked around. Maybe the others would jump out and surprise you? It wasn’t a holiday or anything though. “MC.” Beel looked up at you and hurried over.

You laughed quietly. “Are you okay?” He asked and took your hands in his. “Yes?” You tilted your head to the side, more confused than before.

“Why are you up?” He asked and looked you up and down, his face slowly turning a soft tint of pink.

“I… It’s a school day?” You glanced at a clock against the back wall and groaned loudly.

It was 4 am.

“Damn…” You mumbled. You couldn’t believe you’d woken up so early.

Beel giggled quietly and squeezed your hands, you stared at him now. He was… beautiful.

His soft smile always made your heart melt, and how he was so gentle for someone so big, and how he always checked up on you before you went to sleep. But he was just being nice, he was just being a proper friend to you.

You dropped his hands when you noticed how long you’d been holding them. “I’m gonna go back to bed.” You whispered and turned away.

You hurried back out of the kitchen and into the hallway, you’d only gotten a few meters when you noticed he was following right behind you. He didn’t say a word to you, though he was standing so close you could practically hear him breathing.

You didn’t question it, just letting him follow you down the hallway, through your doorway and towards your bed.

You threw back the covers and leaned over your bed, shoving aside some books and fixing your pillows. “MC.” Beel said again, you shot up. “Sup Beel?” You turned to face him, his face was bright red now and his chest was moving up and down rapidly.

“Woah, Beel. Are you si-” Before you could finish talking, he snaked his hand under your arm and rested it on your hip, gently gripping it. His other hand was shaking at his side. He opened his mouth to say something, but shut it quickly and rested it on your shoulder.

“MC.” He whispered into your ear. He moved his other hand to your hip as well, holding you in place. “I can’t take it.” His voice was barely audible now. You didn’t dare ask him what he meant, you were too scared he might back down and let you go.

“I want you. You’re so…” His voice trailed off and his hands squeezed your hips harshly. His hands were still shaking, but it wasn’t as noticeable while he held you. “Soft.” He whined out quietly.

“I want you too.” Was all he needed to hear before the two of you were lying on your bed, him on top of you, desperately feeling you up. He kept his knee in between your leg, gazing down at you.

His hands moved all over your body, he really couldn’t get enough. He dug his nails into your thighs until he saw you start to squirm, then he moved up to your stomach. He gently grasped it and started to squeeze.

He started to sloppily kiss your neck and collarbone, your hands in his hair only egging him on. “I-I love how you feel.” He mumbled, his big hands bean to trail back up your body, he stopped at your face, cupping your cheeks.

You still couldn’t process what was happening, whether it was a dream or reality. The idea of your best friend was really feeling you up at 4 am was just too much.

He stared at your face for almost a full minute until you started to get flustered under his gaze. “Beel?” You whispered, he returned you with a sweet kiss on the lips. You moved your own hands around his waist now, holding him as close as you could.

If this really was a dream, you didn’t want it to end.

He broke the kiss and rubbed his thumb over your cheek once before laying down next to you. He pulled you into his chest and placed his head on top of yours. The two of you laid there for a few minutes before he spoke quietly.

“I love you, MC.” His arms tightened around you, and his voice was shaky. Almost like he was crying. You wrapped your arms around him as well, and kissed his chest. “I love you too, Beel.”

The two of you overslept the next morning, but no one had the heart to wake either of you.

#beelzebub #beel #beelzebub obey me #beel obey me #beel shall we date #beelzebub shall we date #beelzebub fluff #obey me beel fluff #beelzebub smut #beel fluff #i wanna squeeze his tiddies #friends to lovers #friends to lovers obey me

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loveydovey-leviathan · 1 year

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> reposted from my personal blog @mee-op

some random long hair hcs

LUCIFER

takes really good care of his hair and makes sure it looks presentable at all times

doesn't use as many products as asmo but they can be pretty expensive

when he's out, he always ties it in a neat high bun and likes to pin his hair with a red rose

when he's at home, a ponytail usually suffices

doesn't wear a headband 'cuz it hurts the sides of his head

he just uses hair spray and a brush to keep the baby hairs out

it's always such a relief to undo his hair, especially after a long day

he takes a couple of minutes combing it to relax before he goes to sleep

MAMMON

you'd expect him to be too lazy to keep it up and presentable (considering how he puts on his uniform- he looks like he got robbed on the way to rad)

but he actually uses a decent amount of effort to make it look nice

part of the reason is if he doesn't, it gets in his face all the time and it's annoying

another is he wants to look somewhat decent, it's not that hard for him to make his hair look well-kept. throw on a slightly half-assed ponytail and he's done

his rad uniform is a mess because it has too many buttons. his hair is one thing, his uniform is another.

LEVIATHAN

a complete mess almost all the time

he doesn't spend much money on hair products unless it's some type of anime merch, and even then he doesn't use them so they can be "preserved"

usually ties his hair into pigtails because ruri-chan (also they're easy to do)

sometimes uses pins to keep the baby hairs out of his face when he's gaming, but he normally wears a headband that hasn't been replaced for hundreds of years

SATAN

finds wearing a bun most convenient, the only problem is that lucifer wears a bun too

it took a while for him to stop changing hairstyle every day for him to realize that plenty of people wear their hair in buns so he just does it now

does try to make it as different as possible (ie. making it low and loose instead of high and tight, wearing a headband instead of a pin)

whenever asmo's out, he buys 2 of the same hair products so his hair is really soft and well taken care of

asmo also loves playing with satan's hair, so in the morning you'll see him with a ponytail; then a couple hours later with a braided bun

ASMODEUS

you'd think he'd have to spend a bunch of money for his hair products, but his fans give him free stuff all the time, and beauty companies give him their products so he can advertise them on his devilgram

he washes his hair around 3-4 times a week, and during those days he makes sure to wake up early since his morning routine takes longer

definitely has the most beautiful hair out of everyone here

likes to experiment with his hairstyles a lot, but it usually depends on his mood

he doesn't keep up with the trends, he makes the trends- so he doesn't go to devilgram for ideas (most of the time).

can make almost any hairstyle look good, and on the off chance he has a bad hair day, he wears a cute hat.

BEELZEBUB

more focused on convenience than if his hair looks good or not, but sometimes asmo styles his hair (while complaining about how beel never takes care of his hair) and he always knows which hairstyle fits beel best

if asmo isn't doing his hair, he just wears it in a bun so it doesn't get in the way when he's eating

he puts more effort when he's playing fangol though. it's in a tighter and higher bun, and he wears a sport headband

BELPHEGOR

god his is worse than levi's. at least levi ties his hair.

almost never takes care of it. the only reason he combs his hair is because lucifer will lecture him about it, and if it gets too far- lucifer'll brush belphie's hair himself. and it always hurts (on purpose).

he washes it every now and again because otherwise, it'll smell really bad.

since he's always sleeping, his hair is tangled almost all the time, and he only brushes it at the end of the day. so you're stuck looking at a bird's nest whenever you see belphie.

DIAVOLO

if you see him with a fancy hairstyle (which is every time), just know barbatos did it

he's tried, he really has- but his hands can be pretty clumsy and he always messes up when he looks at tutorials :(

the most he can do is a messy bun, a ponytail, and pigtails (his favourite)

at the very least he prides himself in knowing how to wash his. he knows just how to untie the knots in his hair after waking up from bed and after a long day. it's one of his favourite parts of the day (he likes to chat with lucifer about it).

BARBATOS

despite not having almost any time to himself, he always goes out with a braided bun

it's elegant, classy, beautiful; and it suits someone like him. it also keeps his hair out of the way and he can braid ribbons into it when he's feeling decorative (gold is his favourite).

he has multiple jeweled hair pins depending on what he wears for special occasions

SIMEON

luke likes to style his hair in the morning, and he always keeps the end result even if it looks horrible (it usually isn't)

if luke doesn't do his hair, he usually just leaves it untied

like to put pins, wear headbands and braided ribbons to make it look less plain but that's about it

you almost never see it tangled, and he keeps a hairbrush and hair tie on him at all times

LUKE

loves playing with simeon's hair 'cuz it always feels and smells nice. also because he can't do his own hair.

he can't see what he's doing behind his own head so he either just ties them in the basic/easy hairstyles (ponytails, simple but neat buns, pigtails < only sometimes because they make him feel childish) or simeon does it for him

it's his second favourite activity with the upper angel (next to baking with him).

SOLOMON

despite all his years of living, he has absolutely no clue how to take care of his hair (asmo cried when he first felt his hair)

speaking of which, while his hair is atrocious to the touch- he somehow knows how to make it look presentable and not like a pile of dry hay

used the 13-in-1 shampoo and only stopped when asmo went into his demon form about it

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dat-bruv-person · 2 years

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♬ happy birthday [name]!!

a/n: basically, what the obeyme! characters do for your birthday. Have you drank water? Would you like someone to talk to? Father Airo is here for you :)

gn!reader, poc!reader friendly :D

_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

Are you awake? You open your eyes to see Beel towering above your bedside with a giant tray of assorted breakfast dishes. He smiles at you. Happy Birthday [name], I made you breakfast. He hands you the tray and eyes the food enviously as you sip the tea the demon prepared for you, although it does taste quite similarly to Lucifer's... I wish somebody made me breakfast every morning, its not fair. But it's your day I guess. It wouldn't hurt to give him a croissant or two, right? Sharing is caring.

Yay, [name]'s here! Time for your birthday makeover! Asmo claps his hands in delight and pulls you to a dressing room, where he does any style of makeup you want, and dresses you to match him. You're his little mini-me for the day :) You know, he starts off, we're so lucky to have someone as amazing as you to keep everyone in check- well I'm still better but you know! He paints your nails and flicks your nose when he's done, and grabs you by the chin so that you two are eye to eye. A little kiss here, and a little kiss there... until your face has been peppered in vanilla and strawberry scented lip gloss kisses <33

Lucifer watches you come down the stairs groggily. You don't look so excited for your birthday, maybe a hug would make you feel better? He gets you at the bottom of the stairs and opens his arms wide. Happy Birthday [name], how are you today? He asks you, smiling. He guides you by your waist to a stash of birthday presents from his brothers, the angels and your peers. He sits down with you and helps you open them, one by one, and relishes your expressions with every gift :D

When Luke sees you, he runs full speed at your legs and hugs them. Happy Birthday! The little angel dances at your feet excitedly as he explains how he's been looking forward to this day since he met you, so that he could make a birthday cake for you. Luke drags you by the hand to wherever the cake is, and a sweet aroma fills the room. Simeon smiles warmly at you and wishes you well as he untucks a chair for you to sit in whilst he and the angel messenger sing for you. He, in-between bites of cake, gushes about how Luke was up all night preparing the cake for you: the urge to pat his head is just too great.

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scarlett-vixen · 2 years

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I love rainy days they make me feel really cozy :)

Can I hear about rainy days with beel and mammon please?

I’m obsessed because you chose two of the softest boys for this😭💖 Absolutely!! Decided to do two different types of rainy days because I adore both of them😌 This got kind of long so all the fluff is under the cut!

Beelzebub

✨Gentle Rain✨

- He’ll make you guys a cute little lunch! Lots of comfort foods, he’ll either make you your favorite Devildom soup or he’ll ask you to teach him how to make your favorite Human world soup (if you can’t cook that’s fine just give him the recipe!)

- Beel has a hard time sleeping most nights but the rain tends to make it easier so he’ll ask you to take a nap with him so he can be extra cozy and fall asleep faster!

- The two of you will usually curl up on his bed and listen to the rain as it hits the windows and the soft rumbles of thunder in the distance. What is supposed to be a quick hour nap accidentally turns into a five hour slumber, both of you waking up just in time for dinner.

⚡️Thunderstorms⚡️

- Beel has a harder time falling asleep during thunder storms so he’ll pull you in as close as he can to help him relax, he may not actually sleep, instead he’ll watch the lightning out the window with you. Thinks its adorable when you jump at the volume of the thunder.

- Firm believer that Beel gives amazing cuddles and they only get BETTER when it’s raining outside!!

- If the storm is too loud and he can’t really sleep because of it then the two of you will usually just spend the day relaxing and talking, he loves rainy days because it means more time with you.💖

Mammon

✨Gentle Rain✨

- Will ask you to go driving around with him! The two of you drive for a little bit, maybe get a snack, then end up parking somewhere and just enjoy your private time together.

- He’ll take this time to have more serious conversations with you, ones that he normally wouldn’t at the HOL, simply because his brothers can’t interrupt him mid sentence/thought. The sound of the rain hitting the car makes it all the more soothing and helps ease any anxiety he has about talking with you.

- Also would 1000% combust on the spot if you kissed him in the rain, especially if he’s not expecting it at all. You guys are just walking home from RAD and it starts lightly raining, you pull on his sleeve making him turn to look at you, you give him a gentle kiss and he just m e l t s, 15/10 will definitely ask you to do it again when it rains

⚡️Thunderstorms⚡️

- As soon as the first clap of thunder hits this boy is IN YOUR ROOM crawling under the blankets with you! He’ll try to say it’s so you won’t be afraid of the storm but in reality he’s been forced to watch too many horror movies and knows this is when bad things happen if you’re alone

- Even though he jumps every time it thunders he loves the way you look when the lightning flashes and lights up your room, this man is an absolute simp someone please help him.

- Mainly a day full of cuddles, whether it’s in bed or on the couch, he’s got you curled up against him, you know….so you feel safe or whatever…that’s all. He may not actually be afraid of storms but he definitely uses them as an excuse to be close to you!

- Wanna watch movies all day? Sure! You try to put on a scary movie or a tv show with spooky vibes? He will throw the remote so far. Is the massive storm raging outside not enough for you?? Now you wanna make him suffer through this? Fine. But he’s gonna hide his face in your neck the entire time.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #mammon #obey me beelzebub #beelzebub #mammon fluff #beel fluff #mammon x reader #beelzebub x reader #obey me headcanons #the void responds #this took me so long to post because I was at work💀

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exclusivelygaythoughts · 1 year

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For once in my life, I have a wholesome little thought

Thinking about sitting in Beel or Diavolo's lap and leaning my head against his chest while playing with his fingers after a hard day while he kisses the top of my head and rubs the outside of my thigh to comfort me and talked about something random to distract me :((

I just want a big strong man to hold me and let me play with his fingers :((((

#obey me #obey me diavolo #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me fluff #diavolo fluff #beel fluff #obey me beel fluff #obey me diavolo fluff #pixel's thoughts

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strawhatsoraya · 2 years

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oh, oh u thot i was finished??? ha. ha! anyway, another request bc i'm greedy. obey me fic round 2: electric boogaloo; beel x reader, the prompt is: “your lips make me wonder what you taste like” and include food obvy (read: fruits), you already know what time it is w. me. i leave it all up to ur capable hands.

My love, it has been 12 days since you sent this ask. I could have sworn it was just last week?? What the hell have I been doing? I don't know. I don't understand where time goes or what I do with it. I have been working on this since Monday I think, and I started around 9 am and it is now *eyes clock* 2:51 pm and I am finally done proof reading, etc. (I did smoke after i had breakfast and I don't think that helped I kept reading the same sentences over and over).

ANYWAY. I finally have your fic request. I love Beel so much as you already know so I was more than happy to get this incentive to write him lol. It's my first time writing Beel so I had to really sit down and think about his characterization. I am a perfectionist so I feel like I could still do better *shakes fist at sky* but I'm also happy with what I wrote. I hope you like it too!

For a Long Time; He Hoped

BEEL X FEM READER, NO PRONOUNS OR DESCRIPTIONS OF ANYTHING (ASIDE FROM CURLY HAIR ALL MY READERS DO BECAUSE I AM SELFISH)--BUT FEM READER CAUSE I DON'T WANNA MAKE ANYONE MAD WORD COUNT: 2.4k CONTENT WARNING: a heavy handed dose of angst, some fluff, messy eaters together in a kitchen might be too much for some so here have a warning, also reader sits on the kitchen island which might be frowned upon by some, my grandmother would have a fit because asses are not for kitchen counters and she would have beat my ass for sure, kissing, and that's all i can think of A SUMMARY: Beel always feels particularly peckish for something sweet after dinner. He can't find the treat of choice in the fridge so Y/N offers up a juicy nectarine in exchange. Beel comes to terms with the changes inside him, and wonders why this new kind of hunger feels so familiar. He takes a risk.

For a long time, there had been something wrong with Beel.

A hunger that felt like more than just hunger. A hunger that was hard to explain, and was easily brushed off in between jokes and seemingly knowing glances between his older brothers. A hunger that threatened to eat away at him until there was nothing left, unless he ate back.

Lost in this sense of self preservation, Beel found himself in the kitchen with his head buried inside the open refrigerator.

A sweet confection always pacified the hunger that seized him around this time of the evening. There was something about the way the cloak of the night grazed his skin that consumed him with melancholy. The bitterness loaded his mouth with words not spoken; things he wanted to bury and never think of again. If he ate–correction: devoured–it would all wash down his throat, to sit at the cemetery of his stomach.

Eating–correction: consuming–was usually a solitary experience for Beelzebub. It didn’t mean he ate alone. After all, he was always surrounded by his brothers all at once or separately. It was just that in the moments he pummeled food into his mouth, allowing his mind to go blank as he focused on the taste and texture of what he ate, was an adventure he hazarded into alone.

Just him and his thoughts, and the feelings in their respective tombs with offerings of food on their altars.

Tonight there was an anomaly. An honored guest with your name and your face. It unsettled him. He never shared food with outsiders. At most he’d let Belphie have a nibble of a sandwich because he worried his twin didn’t take in enough calories to support his body. Yet somehow you bested his logic. Yet somehow, sharing food with you felt different. It felt less like the disappointing sadness of splitting a double popsicle only for both to be holding on to empty sticks as the frozen juice melted on the ground. It felt more like separating chopsticks perfectly, the first perfect clean cut into a cake, blowing out birthday candles, the very first taste of your most favorite food.

It bothered him. He didn’t want to think about that either.

“Hmm,” he muses with a groan. “There isn’t any.”

“There isn’t any, what?” you ask him.

You’re sitting on the counter, swinging your legs back and forth. You had slowly forgotten your manners the more time you spent in the Devildom. It was inexcusable, you knew. As it was, Barbatos and Lucifer could outmanner you, a human, any given day. It should embarrass you, and you know Lucifer would hold it above you, but you can’t bring yourself to care. You’re too preoccupied with the way Beel looks up from the fridge with a frown. You recognize the tilt on the corners of his mouth, the darkening of his violet eyes.

“No pudding. I thought I had some left..” he trails off and tilts his head. His hand tucks under his chin pensively. The thoughts skew in his head but they don’t sort themselves into anything that makes sense. Did he eat it already? He could have sworn he was saving it. It bared its teeth and bit down–making his stomach ache.

Beel places a large hand on his belly, and you watch him with raised eyebrows. If you didn’t find something to distract him with soon, he was going to go through the wall into your bedroom again. You raise your hands up cautiously, palms facing out.

“I highly doubt anyone else ate it,” you insist, not wanting to start another little war. Mammon and Levi were finally speaking again after eleven days of them giving each other the silent treatment. “I have something I can share with you if you want it,” you finish in a song and lean forward to peer at his face with a crinkled nose. He looks away from his feet immediately, and the color in his eyes lightens–two sparkling amethysts glistening at you. You know you’ve trapped his attention now, and you grin, baring down your teeth on it to keep it in place. “If you reach into the bottom left drawer, in a little bag are some nectarines. One for you and one for me.”

Just like Beel, you didn’t often share your food. It had been a trait you noticed in him that made you feel a certain kind of kinship. He was also the one to always utter the kindest words when you first arrived. Despite knowing better, you had allowed him to creep into your heart at a sluggish pace; a caterpillar eating away at the leafy core of your heart. You hadn’t figured out what to do with the hole his appetite left behind yet. You didn’t like to think about it. You didn’t want to think about it.

“Let’s eat!” you chirp, clapping your hands together hoping to spur him into action.

Beel was always reliable. He followed your instructions without protest and pulled out the bag. The rustling of the plastic was starkly loud against the silent air wrapping tightly around your shoulders. Now that you had thought about it–the patch up job you had been putting off–you couldn’t get it out of your head. You saw it in the back of your mind when you caught sight of Beel’s forearms, the muscles flexing as he ripped the bag open. You saw it in his hand, the way his fingers concealed the fruit as he washed them. You saw it in his soft smile, crooked and almost shy, as he offered you a nectarine.

You felt it in the way your heart ached looking at him, a sickness with no cure.

Your fingers wrap around the nectarine sitting prettily on the crook of his palm. Fingertips graze his palm and he blinks up at you. A breathy noise gets stuck in his chest, and he remembers. He remembers the first time he shared food with you. His thoughts at the time had been simple. You looked frail, and sickly. He didn’t know much about humans, and admittedly, he still didn’t know much. It just felt like he should feed you lest you die in the devildom under what should have been the protection of his older brother. Lucifer would have been so disappointed.

Would he be disappointed at Beel now, as he couldn’t fight the smile when he watched you bite down on the nectarine? Would he find his eagerness to feed you, the way it didn’t feel lonely or invasive at all, disappointing? Lucifer made his distrust of you no secret. You had jumped to protect him and Luke despite the tremble in your voice.

Lucifer’s anger had brought many to their knees. There were no bruises on yours yet. Beel wondered how long could you keep them that way.

There was juice dripping down your chin. He reaches out without further thoughts, and brushes up against it with a knuckle. “You’re a messy eater,” he says with humor in his voice. Beel brings the knuckle to his mouth and sucks the juice off. His fleshy red tongue curls around his finger as he makes sure not to miss a drop. The taste is sweet and sour, refreshing enough to inspire the goosebumps on his skin. He takes a bite off his own nectarine hoping to replicate the taste and feeling, but it’s off, incomplete, as he chews. A frown settles between two straight eyebrows. He watches you as a different set of teeth gnaws at the pit of his stomach, burrowing its way out from its ancient tomb.

A hunger that wasn’t quite the same hunger. A hunger with teeth and claws sharper and bloodier than before. For a long time, there had been something wrong with Beel. But this? This was something else. Something new.

You look so happy to be sitting there on the counter, sweet juices dripping down your chin again. His hand moves towards your chin but he forces himself to stop; to not taste one more time. He could watch you and feel satiated. He could watch you and feel full. He tells himself as you take another bite, and another. His nectarine is long gone, so he chews on the pit noisily. The clashing of teeth drags your eyes away from your own mostly eaten fruit. You look up to see Beelzebub watching you, frowning even as he chews.

“Is it not good?” you ask him. You tilt your head, curls moving with you. Beel swallows the scratchy remains of the pit. Your eyes are big and soft; soft like your hands. His violet eyes seek your fingers, squeezing the nectarine. They are covered in juice, and he sees a drop make its way down your wrist only to taper off somewhere in your forearm. He sighs in defeat, a slow agony burning in his chest. He wants to follow the path of that sticky drop so badly, he starts to feel sick.

“It’s good, but…” he hates to lie. He never sees a point in it, and much less with you; however, Beel knows this too: some things are better left unsaid. He knows this and yet: “It tasted better from your chin.”

A fuschia color, one that evokes images of brightly colored macarons, takes over the apples of your cheeks. He swallows, annoyed at the way he’s salivating at the mere sight. He wants to bite them just a tad, just a bit, just a little nibble. He wants to hold your face in his hands and feel their heat. Would it hurt? Would it burn? Even if it did, he wants to know. You rip your hickory gaze away from his. You don’t dare to comment. Instead, you focus intently on gnawing the remaining flesh of the fruit from its pit.

Your lips are plush, and look so soft as they move around the pit of the fruit.They’re shiny under the neon lights of the kitchen, glazed with juice. You drop the pit on the top of the kitchen island you’re sitting on. One of your hands moves, you’re reaching up to wipe at your chin but Beel’s fingers wrap around your wrist, stopping you from completing the task.

“That would be a real big waste,” he murmurs, his tone so low you fear you misheard it but there was no mistaking the heavy heat in his eyes. There was no mistaking how he stared at your mouth until there was no breath left in your lungs. “Let me do it.” His breathing is broken by soft pants. It is something he tries to control. Beel leans forward and flicks his long tongue out. He drags it flat up your chin, collecting most of the nectarine juice. Unsatisfied with his job, he opens his mouth and sucks on the corner of your chin until the dried sweetness is gone.

Just like some things are better left unsaid, some things are better left untouched. The taste of your skin under the juice was new and nothing at all like he had imagined. Yes, it had been salty and delicious, but it did not satiate his hunger. It made it grow; fierce, bolder, more savage.

He is so close he can smell your breath. You’re panting too, and he sighs noisily, his arms slipping around you. Beel slams his hands on the counter behind your seat. You’re trapped in the cage of his heat. The nectarine smells even sweeter coming from his mouth. His eyes are on your mouth again.You swallow thickly.

There’s a drop of juice clinging to the corner of your mouth. You flick out your tongue nervously to collect it. Beel groans audibly, and curls his fingers into fists. The countertop is cold against the heated skin of his knuckles. He tries to focus on that instead of the festering hunger, the urgency to satisfy it, to fill his mouth with you.

He has to kiss you. He just has to. Damnation was a game he was all too familiar with. What was another tussle with it, if not child’s play?

“You lips,” he starts and finds the need to swallow almost immediately. He pushes down so many words that want to bubble up. “They make me wonder what you taste like.” His descent upon your mouth seems painstakingly slow. When his lips finally push against yours, you feel breathless. Your fingers tangle in the fabric of his shirt as his tongue darts past your lips. He moves softly, exploring the inside of your mouth. He tastes the inside of your cheeks, and wonders what secrets you have tucked behind each molar. Beel curls his tongue around yours, a low hum thrumming between your shared breaths. He sucks on it with hesitancy. A fear mingles with his desire. He brushes it aside when he kisses you deeper, wetter, sloppier.

His hands find the small of your back, and he crushes you against his chest. His tongue is relentless in its exploration, casting away inhibition for the sake of living in the moment. The sound of smacking lips, and sucking heat your body. Your hands slip around his shoulders, and slide up his neck. Your nails are long and they scratch his skin and scalp as you grab tufts of hair on the nape of his neck. Beel groans against your mouth, your lips now moist with his saliva.

“This is good,” he says breathlessly against your cheek. He rubs the tip of his nose against it, before nibbling on it. You’re as sweet as you smell. “This is really good.”

For a long time there had been something wrong with Beel, but for now, he didn’t care. He didn’t even notice. You taste so sweet on his lips, on his tongue, he doesn’t need anything else for as long as you choose to stay wrapped up in his arms. When you hum against his kiss and hold him tighter, it feels as if you push through further than the depth of his skin. It almost feels as if you’re there, nestled inside his chest, waiting at the door.

For a long time, he thought there was something wrong with him but maybe he was just waiting for someone or something. Maybe he was waiting for you.

He hoped it was you.

#fic request #beel x reader #beel x you #beel x y/n #beel angst #beel fluff #obey me beel x reader #obey me x reader #obey me angst

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itskatieloves143 · 2 years

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The Little Human ❤️️💜

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The Obey Me crew accidentally brought a human child to the devildom instead of the exchange student

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~Part 3

~Obey Me Twins (seperately)

~GN3Y/O!Reader (pronouns they/you)

~Platonic

~Fluff with the OBM boys trying their best to take care of a little human

~(mild cursing)

~Not proofread

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A/N: Heyy! I managed to get this out on time so yay me~ I'm horrible at writing for the side characters so rip me in the next part (looking forward to Luke though)

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Beelzebub❤️️

–Was raiding the fridge like always when he noticed the little kid staring at him

–”What is this tiny human doing here are they scared of me oh no”

–Instantly reassured when you shyly asked him if you could have some of the pudding he was eating

–He thought it was so cute that you would just come right up to him without being scared

–Parted with a pudding cup for you

–Thought it was so cute how you tried (and failed) to use the spoon

–He helped you eventually

–When you were both done eating he picked you up and started off towards the common room to ask who you were

–Riding on this man’s shoulders as a three year old would be terrifying ngl

–He may as well be a skyscraper already, but being on his shoulders? Absolutely nerve wracking

–He’d never drop you though and he’d be very careful with you since humans are fragile, especially the smaller they are

–When he learned that you were the human exchange student he was actually shocked

–He always makes sure you never go hungry

–If you don’t like something on your plate please offer it to him he’ll be very grateful (Lucy might get mad though so make sure he doesn't see)

–Bear hugs

–You know that thing where you throw the baby up in the air and catch them? That's him with you.

–Is always very gentle with you and if he ever accidentally hurt you he’d be so upset

–Takes you to fangol games

–His friends from there love you

–You become the team mascot

–If anyone ever considered touching you he’d absolutely obliterate them

–Loves it when you make little drawings for him

–You remind him of Belphie when he has to help you get dressed

–Takes you to Hell's Kitchen constantly

–At first is kind of concerned at how a Kid’s meal is enough for you but his brothers reassure him that human children don’t need that much to eat

–Movie nights with TONS of popcorn

–He thinks it’s cute that you like his wings but you can’t really touch them because the oils in human skin can mess up fly wings so better safe than sorry

–Carries you around everywhere with him

–Is used to carrying people around and basically being a human demon pillow (thanks Belphie) so he doesn’t mind at all

–He thinks you’re the cutest thing in all 3 realms

–He’s so scared of hurting you because of how tiny you are

–Comparing hand sizes

–Likes holding your hand because of how small it is

–You tried to sleep in one of his old t-shirts once and it was absolutely massive

–You ended up just using it as a blanket instead

–Once you fell down the stairs of the HoL and he had a really hard time forgiving himself for letting you get hurt

–Eventually his brothers helped him get over it but he still thinks about it from time to time

–When you have to leave he’s really upset

–Wouldn’t hesitate to come running if you called for him

–He doesn’t eat for a solid week after you leave

–He’ll always make sure you have food on your plate and would never let you go hungry

–Adores you and considers you apart of the family<3

Belphegor💜

–Was napping on the couch as always and woke up to see a little human curled up next to him

–Confusion ensues

–Carries you around the house while hunting down one of his brothers to ask who the hell this kid was

–The way you yawn when you wake up makes him melt

–He almost started to like you before you started doing zoomies around the house

–”You little shit-”

–That night when you came to his room and climbed in bed with him was the moment he realized

–You’re his cuddle buddy forever now

–Can’t sleep unless you’re with him

–Uses you as a mini pillow

–Helps you sleep and always gives you nice dreams

–He’s the one to come to if you have a nightmare

–He thinks it’s adorable when you try to play with his tail but he never lets you because it feels weird

–His pillow becomes your pillow

–You and him both rely on Beel in the morning

–You have matching cow plushies

–Bought you a cow onesie when he was in town once

–You’re absolutely precious with your onesie and cow plushie

–He’s the only one who doesn’t carry you around incase he fell asleep standing up

–He doesn’t want to accidentally drop you

–When you’re awake he tries to stay up to watch you

–Doesn’t know what he’d do if you ended up getting hurt while he was asleep

–When he wakes up and you’re not there he gets so worried but he’d never tell anyone that

–When he finally finds you he scolds you for running off but he doesn’t really mean it

–He’ll hold your hand while you walk if you want

–Is actually really jealous of your onesie because it has the little feet on the bottom and it looks so soft

–Thinks it’s cute when you try to steal his jacket to sleep in but is also kind of annoyed because its fcking cold

–”You little bitch give it back”

–His brothers find you two passed out in RAD and around the HoL

–Lots of hugs and cuddles

–You tried pulling the hair in front of his eye back once but he stopped you

–You’re convinced he doesn’t have an eye back there and instead has a secret tiny demon behind his hair

–Another twin???

–He eventually showed you that there was actually just an eye behind there just to get you to shut up about it

–Unfortunately for him you had already started an entire club at RAD who spent their time making conspiracy theories about what’s behind his hair

-His brothers constantly joke about there being a 9th sibling behind Belphie's hair

-There's a framed RAD newspaper article about it in the twin's room

-It was photoshopped so well Belphie almost started believing it himself

–He’d gladly deck someone for looking at you the wrong way

–He loves his little ball of sunshine

-You're like a tiny Beel

–When you have to leave he’s really sad and has trouble sleeping for a while after

–After you leave you never have trouble sleeping again

–You will never have another nightmare either

–He likes to visit you in your dreams

–He never thought he’d love a human the way he loves you

#obey me #obey me shall we date #beelzebub obey me #obey me beelzebub #beelzebub om #om beelzebub #beel fluff #beelzebub fluff #belphegor obey me #obey me belphegor #om belphegor #belphegor om #belphegor fluff #belphie fluff

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suyacho · 2 years

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— late night snacks ft beelzebub

hi bb happy late birthday @trueshellz , im so sorry for the wait. i hope you had a good birthday and enjoy your small gift <3

WARNINGS: gn!reader - fluff - slight suggestive - 300 words or so - definitely not my best & probably ooc im so sorry😭 - i wrote this at 2 am fjsjdj

“Fuck— you scared me.” you whispered, carefully closing the kitchen door behind you. Only for Beel to switch the light on and swallow the last bit of food in his mouth.

“Sorry..” Beel mumbled quietly, scooting aside on the counter so you could sit next to him.

“It’s okay Beel, I should’ve figured you’d be here.” you laughed softly, kissing his cheek and resting your head against his shoulder.

It wasn’t unusual for your boyfriend to come to the kitchen for midnight snacks, in fact, it was a daily occurrence. Yet today you thought you were here before him, especially since the lights were turned off.

“Why didn’t you turn the lights on?” you asked him softly, silently opening your bag of chips. “Lucifer was still up and I was hungry.” Beel answered, grabbing a handful of your chips. You just let it happen, not saying anything since you already had grown used to this.

“Mhm you should’ve just come to my room.” you told him, feeding him some chips in the process.

“You know we wouldn’t sleep, at all.” Beel reminded you, flashing you a smile as he got off the counter.

“And who’s fault is that?” you frowned, crossing your arms while he stood between your legs.

“Here—“ Beel smiled innocently, feeding you some of his candies, trying to change the topic.

“So the Beelzebub does share his snacks, huh?” you teased him, noticing the light tint on his cheeks. “Oh come on— even I know how to share my food.” he fought back.

“Only if it’s with you though.” Beel mumbled under his breath, looking at you with all the love in the world.

He was so lucky to have someone like you, someone who wouldn’t judge his appetite & would be there with his late night snack sessions. Beel still couldn’t believe he got you all for himself, failing to realize you felt exactly the same about him, feeling extremely blessed to have the sweetest guy ever as your lover.

“You got something on your cheek.” you broke the silence, gently reaching out to his face and placing your hand on his cheek. Grinning as he melted into your touch at your cheap excuse for a kiss.

“Let me get it for you.” you smiled, leaning closer to him and close your eyes. Smiling against his lips once you felt him close the distance between you two, deepening the kiss slowly.

There was nothing else better than this. Sneaking out at midnight and sharing snacks & kisses with the one you love, you wouldn’t trade it for anything else in the world and neither would he.

“I love you.” Beel mumbled against your lips once he pulled back, resting his forehead against yours with a small smile on his lips. Passionately you pulled him in another kiss, your actions speaking louder than your words but that was all Beel really needed to understand.

This really was the best.

#beel fluff #beelzebub fluff #snow writes; drabbles #birthday form #obey me fluff #sorry no good formstting bc im still on vacation

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mee-op · 1 year

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WE'VE DONE IT

WE'VE WON

#it's beel with abig stomach!!@!#obey me #beelzebub #obey me beelzebub #om beelzeub #beelzebub fluff #beel fluff

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smoft-demons · 2 months

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MC falls asleep on him

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Lucifer:

‘…?!’ Is what Lucifer is thinking as your head drops onto his shoulder.

You had cajoled him into doing some of his constant paperwork in a bigger chair for a change. So there’s room for you to sit next to him! You’re not even demanding his attention, or the spare time that he doesn’t have, you’re being very considerate, you just wanted sit next to him, that’s all, you had promised!

Lucifer caved, because he is very soft for his human—even though he’s loathe to look like it. You were in fact being considerate… so he had brought a stack of relatively low-importance papers out of his office, into the living room.

You were sitting on a couch together, him with his stack of administrative papers and you with a homework assignment. You finished yours quickly, so you ended up playing a game on your DDD as you lean against him.

He checks on you periodically out of the corner of his eye. He’s relaxed though—as relaxed as Lucifer gets. This is peaceful. Meditative, almost. He’s happy. All his brothers are elsewhere, his tasks are not too overwhelming, he gets to have a nice, calming afternoon sitting in companionable silence with his favourite housemate…

A sudden weight falling on him jolts him out of his trance. Your cheekbone thunks against his shoulder. He blinks. Processing.

In quick succession, his brain goes like ‘..?!’ then ‘it is mid-afternoon why are you sleeping’ and ‘have we been overworking our human?’ and ‘aww. MC really does trust me that much.’

He adjusts the way you’re situated so you’re more comfortable as he finishes up the last of his work. When he’s done, he takes a moment to just observe. To appreciate your trust in him. Also, to congratulate himself again for his part in the creation of the exchange program, because it brought you into his life.

(He tries to ignore the stubborn twinge of nostalgic heartache he feels as well. You’re reminding him so much of Belphie, from back when his relationship with him was good. He’d never admit it, but he misses having his babiest brother fall asleep on him like this.)

Lucifer gathers up his papers, then picks you up, being careful not to jostle you too much. Let no one ever say he doesn’t take good care of his human. He carries you to your room to put you to bed. Clearly you need the extra sleep. Or… well, he tries to. You’re holding onto him pretty insistently.

He expects himself to feel irritated, but… no. He can’t help but feel a little smug, actually. It’s cute, you’re cute, you don’t seem to want him to leave you. So… fine. He’ll oblige. For a short break.

(An hour or two later, you’ll wake up to the smells and sounds of dinner being prepared. You’re… not under your blanket? No, you’re covered by Lucifer’s ridiculously long coat. It’s warm, soft. It smells like him. In this moment, it’s impossible to miss how loved you are.)

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Mammon:

The first time this happened (in your room, watching movies without any of his brothers for once), Mammon was stunned. He had frozen up, stuttered some nonsense to no one in particular, then quickly slapped his free hand over his mouth as he realized he would wake you if he didn’t immediately chill out.

Now though? You’ve been in his life for a while. He’s your oldest friend here. Those movie nights had become a habit, even though it remained rare to have one with no one else joining in. So this has happened a lot, and he’s gotten used to it. He doesn’t react so outwardly anymore, not unless one of his brothers show up to make fun of him.

If they try it, Mammon is rather aggressive about shushing them. At first, because he hated to be so obvious about how much he cares about you, but now that he’s a bit more used to it, it’s because he doesn’t want them to disturb you. He feels like he’s protecting you by keeping his brothers from waking you up. Sometimes, he’s the one who wakes you up by telling them to shut up just a bit too loudly, or silently gesturing for them to be quiet or go away a little too enthusiastically.

His brothers roast him even more for that. Poor thing.

Time and time again, you pass out on his shoulder. During a movie, mid relaxed hangouts with various groups of the brothers, in the rare times when hanging out solo with Mammon is a relaxing low-energy affair, while studying, during the lunch break at school, even in class sometimes. His heart warms, and he can’t help but smile at the familiar feel of you conked out on his shoulder again. He doesn’t even mind if you snore.

Mammon is usually such a loud, high energy person. Neither you nor him finds anything wrong with that of course, it’s one of many lovable things about him. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t like being able to just chill with you sometimes though. It’s nice.

Eventually, he gets familiar enough with this that he’s willing to move you around to get more comfortable. With time, he learns exactly what ways he can move you without disturbing you. So most of the time when you fall asleep on him, you wake up in some other position. Sitting in his lap, lying down with a sleeping Mammon wrapped around you, being carried to another room, propped up against his side in your next class, being hugged like a teddy bear in his room, etc etc.

He never questions why you’re tired. He just lets you pass out on him. He wants you to be in the best possible condition, and he will happily take all the time with you he can get. He takes this to mean that you also want all the time with him that you can get, that you would rather stay with him than go to bed when you’re tired because you would rather not be separated from him. Just like how he feels about you. Why else would he be in your room as often as he is?

You trusting him enough to sleep on him all the time makes him feel like he’s being a good guardian demon, like he’s as precious to you as you are to him.

He’s a fan of all the free cuddles he gets out of this, too.

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Levi:

You’re in Levi’s room with him, set up very comfortably as you’re marathoning an anime together. You’ve been at it for hours though, you’re already a bit sleep deprived, and you’ve seen this one a few times already. You can’t stop yourself from nodding off. Your head drops onto his shoulder.

Levi freaks out.

“afgshrjdxssh—WH-!” He flails. You immediately snap awake again. “You—uhh-!” He shoves you away in a panic, then immediately changes his mind, pulling you back in, then freezes for a moment before letting go of you to flap his hands frantically. “Nonono stay—wait no, you don’t want to—I mean, you don’t have to—I mean, get o—uhh! Um! I mean! S-stay if you want, but I don’t care if you don’t want to—!”

You blink slowly at him a couple times. Trying to parse his contradictory sputtering. You’re tired, you’re not working at full brain power. You figure he means something along the lines of: ‘ooo I’m Levi, I have bad self esteem and I can’t believe you want to touch me, but I want you to, but I can’t say that because I cope with feeling unlovable by acting all tsundere because that way I feel less pathetic, love you though!’

You know. Standard Levi stuff. You love him so much—and you’d be very happy if he started therapy.

For now though, you just grab his arm and pull him closer to you again. You bury your face in his shoulder. This time, it’s unmistakably a deliberate move. Wordlessly telling him that you do in fact love him enough to want to touch him.

It’s like his body just took a screenshot! He keysmashes out loud.

Slowly, he calms down. He puts one hesitant arm around you. You don’t move. He can’t tell if you’re already asleep again or just pretending to be, but either way you seem to be comfortable.

Soon enough, he finds himself smiling like an absolute dork. This… is actually very effective reassurance. He feels all warm and fuzzy and loved. He likes holding you.

It’s reminding him of TSL fluff fics he’s read where absolutely nothing happens except Henry and the Lord of Shadows cuddle. A way for him to experience affection vicariously through a character he relates to and a character he loves, when he really wants hugs himself but can’t have any.

He squeezes you softly as his heart warms. He squishes his cheek against the side of your head.

“I love my Henry..!” Levi mumbles to himself, under his breath. He has no way of knowing if you heard that, which is why he said it out loud. It’ll be a while until he gets the nerve to say it when he knows you can hear.

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Satan:

He is HONOURED, he is OVERJOYED, he is MELTING, he is… very carefully remaining perfectly chill.

It’s the same type of happiness as when a cat decides to sit on you out of nowhere. He’s been chosen!

He is SO happy you trust him so much!

He had been reading, as usual. You had been sitting next to him, as usual. You had gotten tired, and without a moment of hesitation you had buried your face in his shoulder and fallen asleep.

He carefully contains all the joy this gives him, so he doesn’t disturb you. He wraps an arm around you, plants a soft kiss on your head, and goes right back to reading.

If you sleep fitfully, he’ll stroke your hair to soothe you.

When you wake up, he’ll ask if you had a nice nap. He won’t make any moves to make you get off him. If you choose to anyway, he won’t react outwardly, because he doesn’t want to discourage you falling asleep on him again. He wants this to happen lots more! So he’ll just smile at you and go back to his book.

But if you don’t choose to leave, he’ll shift you entirely into his lap to make you both more comfortable. He can hug you properly like this. If he’s sure you’ll be comfortable with it, he’ll kiss your forehead before going back to his book. He’s very happy to keep you there.

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Asmo:

Predictably, Asmo’s gonna take ALL the pictures of this!

A few in which he doesn’t look at the camera, as if they were candid shots. Some where he’s posing cutely, a couple where he’s kissing your head, a bunch of various angles of your sleeping face. What can he say, he thinks the way your cheek squishes against his collarbone is just precious.

A bit less predictably, he posts none on devilgram. No, these are just for him.

…maybe the best ones are for the group chat. He’s gotta show off his cute human to someone, it may as well be to his brothers. They’ll appreciate you properly. He’ll share after you’ve woken up, though. He doesn’t want anyone barging in to disturb you.

He’ll share the pictures with you as well if you ask, of course! What he will NOT do, however, is risk you deleting them! He’ll back them up first. He’ll store them in a hidden album if you’re shy about them, but he’s not deleting them!

Well, unless you’re genuinely uncomfortable. Then, okay fine. But please let him keep at least one? You’re so cute!

He’ll be more affectionate over the following days. Trying to be next to you all the time, inviting you to his room at every opportunity, pulling you to sit next to him. All because he hopes you’ll fall asleep on him again. Or just lean on him like that, and let him cuddle you. Please, he’d be SO happy!

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Beel:

Beel is so used to this behaviour. Belphie falls asleep on him all the time. He’d be the most chill about it.

As if it’s routine, he’ll secure you in your position with his arm, so you can’t fall and get hurt. He’ll rub your back and hum softly to you to help you relax if you don’t seem to be sleeping well. Beel is warm and soft and big and comfy, like the giant teddy bear he is at heart. He’s considerate and gentle. He’s always really sweet to you, and that doesn’t change one bit even when you’re unconscious.

When he inevitably gets too hungry to stay where he is, he’ll just take you to the kitchen with him. It’s no problem, he does this with Belphie all the time. It doesn’t matter how much you weigh, Beel can carry you easily. He thinks nothing of it.

He can cook one handed too if he needs to. He’s got practice—also because of Belphie. He’s chilling, he’s comfortable, there’s nothing unusual about this at all to him.

If the kitchen noises wake you up, he’ll apologize and share his food with you. He’ll tell you outright that he’s happy to let you use him as a pillow whenever you want.

(Also, he makes a mental note to drop you off with Belphie instead of bringing you along to the kitchen and risking waking you up again next time)

If it doesn’t wake you up, no problem! That’s what he expected. He just carries you around as he does what he needs to do around the house. He’ll put you to bed properly if he needs to go outside of course, but otherwise he’s bringing you with him.

When you wake up, he’ll put you down if you somehow indicate that’s what you want. If you don’t though, he just… won’t. He likes holding you. He’d do it so often if he thought you’d like him to.

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Belphie:

…Welp. The table has turned, hasn’t it.

People don’t fall asleep on Belphie while he’s awake too often! He’s not usually conscious to experience this! He likes it though. He thinks you’re being so cute.

9 times out of 10, Belphie will take this as his cue to cuddle up to you and join you in sleep. He can always be tempted into a nap. He’d make sure this the comfiest, nicest, most restful nap you’ve ever taken. He’d make sure you feel so safe and loved. You will NOT be disturbed on his watch.

On the rare tenth time, when Belphie isn’t tired, he might whine about being trapped. When one of his brothers points out that he can move you very easily, he glares at them. He maintains that it’s illegal to move when you’ve been chosen as someone’s pillow. When it’s pointed out that he’s perfectly capable of waking you if he really wants to get up, he looks affronted. He would NOT do that, he says. Do they think he’s completely heartless, he asks.

Well. He wouldn’t do that unless he’s feeling particularly bratty. He’d totally do it to any of his brothers… but he’s soft with you. He loves you. Be so for real, do you think he’d really ever pass up an opportunity to cuddle you? No way. He can go shopping later.

He won’t tell you that though. He’ll bitch about it to your face, complaining until you agree to go shopping with him next time, all the while refusing to let go of you.

He already was not hesitating to fall asleep on you, but he somehow gets more shameless and constant about it. Since you’re doing it too, it’s your thing now. You’d be a hypocrite to complain now.

Yeah, he couldn’t be happier about this. Please sleep on him all the time. Enable him even more! He’ll make sure you won’t regret it.

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