#beelzebub x y/n | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

malleusfucker · 2 years

Text

Beelzebub Kinks and HCs

warnings: smut/nsfw, mentions of breeding kink/belly bulge, size kink, food kink, oral sex, threesome w/ belphie, reader is afab but no gender or pronouns are explicitly specified

words: 1.8k

definitely gonna write about my obey me favs now that i’ve done this (diavolo, belphie, simeon and solomon i’m looking at you 👁👁)

BREEDING KINK BREEDING KINK

this one is self explanatory so lemme just get this one out of the way 😐 beel’s breeding kink 100% stems from pure intentions, this man just wants a family really bad. he just thrives in the thought of you carrying his children and wants nothing else but to pamper and take care of you whilst doing so.

however, those “pure intentions” start to wane every time he’s inside you, he never realised and thought about it in the beginning, but the first time he saw you completely filled with his cum - his mind was racing to say the least and swore he never got so hard until he saw the outline of his cock in your stomach

he was a changed man after that and ever since, his mind has just been clouded with thoughts of you being filled with his semen, resulting in you having his children

food kink 😟

bet no one saw this coming. this goes without saying that he absolutely loves seeing you covered in shit like whipped cream, honey - fuck it, any sort of sweet stuff that he can lick off you. and best believe he says shit like “there's still some stuff on you that i haven’t licked off!” just so he has an excuse to lick you more 👍

man just loves food and being intimate with you and if it means that he can combine both, hey, he’ll take it. he loves to just nibble on you softly, licking everywhere until he’s certain that no part of your body has gone untouched.

but beware, because beel is literally called “the avatar of gluttony” don’t think that he’s going to be any different with you; if anything, he’s gonna be worse

light licking and nibbling will turn to biting and soon enough, you’re going to be completely covered in hickeys and bruises just from how “hungry” he is and stopping him will be more than difficult - (we’ve all seen the man when he’s hungry 😟😟😟)

absolute GOD when it comes to oral

this is not an exaggeration when i say beel would literally be in between your legs for days on end if you didn’t tell him to stop. his love for giving oral is definitely rooted in his food kink, all this man wants to do is taste you on his tongue and bare in mind, this is a literal fucking demon we’re talking about and a BIG ONE, so his tongue is inhumanly long. therefore you will be crying and screaming just from how good he is at giving oral. beel actually enjoys oral sex more than anything else just from how satisfying it is on both ends - not only are you the one being pleasured (big emphasis on “pleasured”) but he cannot get enough of how you taste and the way you moan in response and shower him in praise only fuels him even more. beel would get in between your legs any chance he gets so if you smell or look a certain way he’s gonna be in your pants immediately

wants to be gentle with you but ends up being very rough

beel is the definition of a gentle giant (kinda). because he’s so big, in literally every sense, he tends to start off being very gentle with you. stroking your face with his thumb, asking you every second if you’re okay or comfortable but sigh… once he gets in the zone, yeah you’re fucking dead.

very aggressive but not in the sense that he’s rude or purposely tries to hurt you, he just gets so excited and loves you so much that he can’t hold back. he will fucking destroy your insides and then afterwards realises what he’s done and will just be like “oh. my. god. i am so sorry.” expect a lot of kisses and sweets as a form of an apology because he feels so bad :(

he’s very big on his policy of not hurting you during sex and so if he does, it is 100% by accident and he didn’t mean it. he believes sex and any form of intimacy with you should just be about feeling good with your partner so hurting you in any way is off the list for him.

generally vanilla but you wouldn't think it with the way he POUNDS YOU

i don’t imagine him having any intense or insane kinks but yeah, sex with him is NEVER boring and especially for you because he will put all his attention on YOU. and you only. he prioritises your pleasure above anything else and will definitely make sure you’re satisfied (which you most likely are) (you will be crying by the end of it)

but as said above, this man gets very excited. he just feels like a kid in candy shop when he’s with you and those feelings of eagerness he tries so desperately to hide will soon just aggressively spill out onto you - meaning that he starts off relatively slow, and whilst you may be in pain to start off with just because he’s THAT big, he wants to slowly ease his way into things. until that all completely disappears and next thing you know, he’s thrusting into you at a speed which makes your eyes go into the back of your head and will have your legs shaking for the entire week. it’s an extremely dangerous combination of being both a gym junkie and also gluttonous so once he gets started, it’s going to take a very long time for him to stop.

SIZE KINK

beel is big even on demon terms so seeing a little human like you definitely does things to him. it’s only fair that he would end up having some sort of kink relating to how big he is and how small you are. he’ll always have his hands on you, seeing how big they are compared to your body - seeing how small you are to him always makes him want to completely smother you until he’s just got his entire body wrapped around you.

praise kink - likes to be called “good boy” n all that shit *gags*

because of all the attention and love he gives you, he wants you to tell him how great he is at pleasing you. beel has a MASSIVE praise kink and never gets tired of hearing you compliment him on how well he’s doing.

he loves reassurance and just making sure he’s doing the right thing, especially with how insecure he is with his size and the possibility of hurting you so tell him he’s doing an amazing job and he’ll be like putty in your hands

very touchy-feely, doesn't like restraints

one thing beel really ISN’T into is being tied up, or vice versa, like at all. one of his favourite things to do during sex is to just be able to touch and feel you, it’s such a key act of intimacy for him and if he’s restrained somehow he won’t be happy about it. if you were to tie him up as an act of some sort of punishment, he may let it slide just so it would make you happy and that he could make it up to you but either way he feels pretty miserable when his hands are bound because he ADORES skin-to-skin contact and just feeling your warmth. everything down to hugging or even just holding hands, he wants it and CRAVES it. it might take a while but soon enough he’ll show a more vulnerable side to him which is needy and wants your touch 24/7.

doggy style/mating press ALL THE TIME

yeah come on, this man is a fucking animal in bed 😐 just cuz he looks sweet doesn’t mean he won’t literally destroy you from behind. this will always be his favourite position (along with the mating press) because there’s something just so primal and animalistic about it that makes him go wild. when you get in this position don’t expect him to be all sappy and sensual, he’s gonna go all out and straight up break your back (lovingly)

and his other go-to position is the mating press, as expected from someone who would supposedly have a breeding kink 🙄🙄 this man is just very greedy when it comes to this position, having your legs up over his shoulders as he ruthlessly just pounds you into the mattress. as previously mentioned, he gets excited and with this position he becomes just that - with it literally being called the “mating press” yeah he’s gonna go CRAZY.

will fuck you in the kitchen, doesn’t care if any of his brothers walk in on you

along with his two favourite positions, this is probably his favourite place to fuck you in. the kitchen is just his happy place, it’s his space with him being in it most of the time, so it ends up becoming common with him “accidentally” bending you over the counter-top and fucking you.

fortunately or unfortunately for you because the kitchen basically belongs to him, his mind instantly goes to food and will become HUNGRY. and seeing you there will only unleash a monster that will make him go even harder and faster (if that's possible). beel becomes absolutely shameless when he fucks you in the kitchen to the point where he ultimately couldn’t care less if one of his brothers ends up walking in on you two. he won’t stop nor try to hide you and whichever brother that ends up walking in will just be greeted by the sight of you getting literally obliterated over the counter.

he will share you with belphie and belphie ONLY.

on the topic of brothers, beel is pretty possessive over you… except if it ends up being belphie. being that belphie is his twin and that they’re the closest to each other, beel would definitely not mind sharing you with him from time to time. if anything, it makes beel really happy seeing you with belphie as he’s glad that you see what kind of person he is, and that they both really care about you ALOT. belphie is alot rougher with you, often being almost rude to you and very demanding which just makes beels touch even more soft when you compare the two. being with the twins is always exhilarating as you have a contrast between beel’s gentle attitude against a very sadistic belphie.

- also i have this headcanon that when they both get intimate with you at the same time they get INCREDIBLY horny - with their whole “telepathy” thing of feeling each others feelings - i would just like to imagine that if one of them gets horny, the other does the same. therefore them both feeling horny and fucking you will just create A MESS - them just panting and going crazy from what they’re feeling and not being able to stop fucking you until one of them is worn out (it’s usually belphie).

3K notes · View notes

boizandgurlzinthehouse · 1 year

Note

Hi, how are you? do you sleep well? how about Beelzebub, Buddha, Loki (record of ragnarok) with an agelo-like reader, like this beautiful light, eyes the color of the ocean that reflects the world's sadness, such a pretty little angel, it would be nice to see how they take care of this exhausted creature, you can childhood friends . I know it's confusing, but I wrote it from the heart. If you don't want to, you can ignore (≧∇≦)/

hii sweetie, yes is slept well, thank uu and u? i studied the whole day but now i take some time off for the reqs <3

note: i made some headers, aren't they cute ?

beelzebub

— he knew you from the beginning of his eternal-ness, but only met you again when you came back from the world. your friends, the other angels were dead by the miserable state of the people, or already up in the valhalla. not knowing where to go, you bet everything on meeting an old friend again.

— in the middle of an exploration, one of his servants disturbed him with the news that the angel named y/n fell in front of the gates of his realms. the servants only knew one angel's name, y/n, not accidentally. leaving the lifeless body, he went to guide the angel inside.

— seeing y/n weak and sad, instead of keeping distance between them like with everybody else, beelzebub bends down, slowly but surely lifting up the fallen angel into his arms. brushing her soft, golden hair like a cat's fur, he wipes the tears off of her cheek. as though he seems calm, he's seething and thinking about the most brutal monsters that he could send down to the earth as a punishment for hurting you.

— "i'm gonna heal you, y/n, don't you every worry." he says as he commands his servants to tide up a room for you. walking you to the room, placing you down on the bed, he scans your body for injuries. whenever he finds one, another idea of a gigantic, horrific monster flows into his mind... or catching the people who did this to you, and laying them onto his operating table as a new 'guinea pig', making never-ending, horrible creatures from them.

— brushing your face, you slowly lift up your arm to feel his skin. he holds your hand, kissing it, leads it into his hair to fulfill your wishes. sitting beside you, brushing your forehead and tear-stains, a servant silently brings in a plate with food and water on it.

— "are you hungry, little one?" he asks quietly. shaking your head, you just pull him close to you. "no, it's just... hurts... can you help me, beelz? i don't have anybody else who i could turn to, you are the only one who i can trust fully." at your words, his heart cramps, a feeling that he's not used to. all the hundreds of years you spent down on earth, beelzebub sometimes thought that he doesn't have a heart because of the lack of movement in his chest. laying beside you, stroking your hair, he leads his hand onto yours.

— his anger brings out the best ideas from him, and his best ideas are the worst things a mortal person could ever see in his life... as the last thing they see before they die. beelzebub tortures himself into the thought that he doesn't even want to make tests on them; he just wants to make them suffer for hundreds of year, when they beg for him to just simply end their life and tear their souls.

— "of course i can help you, little angel. but you gotta tell me," healing you is going to be easy or difficult, he didn't care. but in his eyes, those morons' suffer gonna give your pleasure. that's why he said to brunhilde that beside adamas, he was the other who wanted to end the humankind the most. hugging you closer to his chest, he whispered, ready for the hunt of those who hurt you,

"who did this to you?"

buddha

— he could see from the doorframe that his little angel had a bad day. seeing you lay in your common bed curling into yourself like a baby, only your hair flowing out from under the blanket, he knew it was a really, really bad day. sticking the lollipop back between his lips, he decided to help your state, walking on his side of the bed and laying down.

— "what's the matter, little angel?" he asked, not getting an answer. poking your side, he didn't get a reaction either. were you sleeping? or did you just ignore him? "don't answering, hmm? maybe i should just lift this blanket up." he continued, getting a little head-shake from you. "oh, you don't want to? okay then, you want it to be a guessing game, huh?" no answer.

— buddha knew what you went through when you were between people, and while you weren't as strong as him, you suffered well down there. he saw you first on a feast, sitting quietly beside aphrodite, scanning the people around you. when buddha looked into your eyes, it was blue like his, but not sharp, light blue eyes -your eyes were ocean blue, filled with sorrow and everything that his followers felt before he came to lead them. a lot of things happened since then, but the main thing was that he helped you from your pain, and cured your soul from the things that you survived. you were just like zerofuku, but without abilities, you took the blame and it wasn't turned into pain, you turned it into sadness.

— "are you sad, y/n?" a nod. huh, maybe it's one of those episodes when your memories just get back to you. everytime after your episodes, you were happy and cuddly, sticking to his side and clawing up to him to touch you, your face, your hair and your body like a little kitten. but when episodes came, this all went out on the window. "is it your memories?" another nod. "do you want to be alone?" you shook your head.

— you felt whole with buddha. hell, you didn't even know why he was with you, a confident, happy, calm god with a bag of sadness and nerves like you. it wasn't your looks either that could catch his attention; he could get any goddess or deity or angel in seconds without a word. sometimes when you thought about your relationship, you feared that he's with you because of pity; but in the beginning, buddha told you that he would never to that to anyone. especially not you.

— "you want me to stay here, little one?" you nod again, and he slightly lifted up the blanket, you let him see your face -your face with tear stains, your red eyes, messy eyebrows and lashes, your almost bleeding lips. buddha tutted, stroking the side of your face that was not laying on the pillow, curling up one of your goldens strands between his long fingers. "my angel, you know you can always tell me if something's wrong. you can hit up on me even in my sleep, only you."

— "i never want to hit you." you croaked, putting your head on his wide chest. hearing his heartbeat, the magical calmness and fullness of his soul always made you realize that you were in a safe place.

— "i know, little heart, i know." he hold the back of your head close to his chest, wrapping his arms around you. a nap sounded nice anyways, and when you wake up, maybe you gonna be the happy, bubbly bunch you really are -who you really were before your time on earth.

loki

— when you are sad, heart filled with sadness and sorrow from the memories you collected while being down on earth, loki sneaks up on you. he not just senses but sees on you those cruel episodes: your body is like a statue, even if you lift up one of your arm, staring into nothing, not reacting to anything. he even tricked you a couple times, making loud noises, but neither his tricks, neither the bumms and bamms did not catch your attention.

— when this happens, loki gets your favourite object in the whole valhalla; your little music player. you got it from him when you got back from earth, on a feast. picking out the best calming yet rhytmic song, he press the play button, and slowly, but surely forces you to turn around. when you groan, or just blink up at him, he wears his sweetest smile -not the scary, bloodlust one, but the smile you seeked comfort from the first time.

— "come on, angel, you can do this. a little dance never hurt anyone, didn't it?" holding up your hand, moving it aside, forcing you to take small steps with the movements. he sees the eternal pain in your eyes, but the more he sees, the more he wants to lessen it. when you stop in your movements and just lean on the sides like a ragdoll, lki sighs a little.

— "you don't like it when someone makes you do something, isn't it?" loki asks, not waiting for an asnwer, but then suddenly, he lift up your foot to be under his covered ones. this way you are closer to him, and he takes the chance to hug you. in his mind, similar to beelzebub, he just wants to trick the people who did this to you -your miserableness was the first cause why he voted on killing the entire humankind, and that's why he's gonna fight. if he wins, it's the higher chance that people never gonna hurt you anymore.

— you lean your head on his shoulder, his heart thumps a little. kissing the crown of you hair, loki swings to the sides. "there, much better, isn't it?" he just wants to search up on someone to cure your sadness, even if he's the god of mischief, he never wants you to look like on of his victims. maybe somebody in this freaking big valhalla, between the thousand and thousand gods, somebody knows a cure, or a medicine -he's not gonna have a problem with sneaking it into your food, gods, he could even take some on his tongue to give it to you when the two of you kiss.

— "it's gonna be alright, alright, don't worry." he whispers as the songs ends, another begins. it's always the others who says this when loki intrigues here and there, causing chaos. but don't worry, just as he said, your little old love, loki is gonna bring you out from his.

i began to write this yesterday, but i got exams and a math test, so i did them first. i hope you enjoyed it, and if you want to be on the taglist, just comment on this post or dm me <3

#ror loki #snv loki x reader #buddha x you #buddha x reader #beelzebub x reader #beelzebub icons #beelzebub x y/n #beelzebub #loki #buddha #record of ragnarok x reader #record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #send me stuff #send requests

431 notes · View notes

l0sercat · 11 months

Note

If it's all right can I please ask for a yandere Beelzebub NSFW from record of Ragnarok

But if you're uncomfortable with this or you don't do NSFW feel free to ignore this request

I'm comfortable with yandere's and NSFW :) Also since I haven't really read the manga his character might be ooc. Also sorry if it isn't good I'm not so experienced in writing male smut.

Also a bit of a warning the consent is dubious. Like it's there but not. The whole situation is that Beelzebub was obsessed with you and took you for his own and let's you out of his home on occasion. You've developed a bit of Stockholm syndrome as well. This time you were ordering coffee and the guy was flirting which upset Beelzebub.

Yandere! Beelzebub x male! reader

You slowly backed away from his towering figure that was inching closer to you. You trembled underneath his cold gaze. You put your hands up in front of your face and begged. "P-please Beel I swear I would never cheat on you or leave you" your eyes filled with tears that threatened to spill.

"Then why were you talking with that man?" he said in a harsh tone "I was j-just gonna g-get a coffee and he just started making conversation..I swear nothing happened and I didn't even want to talk but h-he kept dragging it out I-" you stammered and you raised your voice in panic. His eyes narrowed at your shaking frame.

"Beel please I'm sorry" you walked closer to him and rested your head on his chest. Your tears falling free and wetting his shirt. He was filled with jealousy and anger. How dare someone talk to you and even look at you. The mere thought of him even laying a finger on you infuriated him. He wrapped his arms around you and gripped you tight.

He would make sure that you would never leave the house again without him or just never leave period. He picked you up and tossed you in the bed. Your eyes widened and you realized what was happening. "Beel please don't be so rough and harsh this time..." You whimpered

He ignored it though and tore off you clothing making you gasp. Your cheeks flushed and you looked away not being able to handle his burning gaze. He was taking in every inch of you, memorizing it and smirking that no one else could see this. Your all his and no one else's, he makes sure of that.

He slowly took off his jacket then shirt revealing his toned body. You looked over at him and licked your lips. Your eyes traced over his whole body and your cheeks grew a deeper shade of pink. He noticed your gaze which made him more proud.

He unzipped his pants and slowly pulled out his cock from his boxers. You grew nervous about his well endowed cock. You always had a hard time taking it. Without any warning or prep he thrusted in. Your mouth opened wide and pain seared through your body.

You gripped the sheets and tossed your head back. He leaned over you and placed his head in your neck and sucked an bite harshly. Your eyes rolled back in your head and you let out a moan. Your cock fully hardened and ached to be touched.

In your head you wished he would stop but another wanted him to keep going. His warm breath tickled your neck and you were sure you were going to be covered in his marks. His thrust's were hard and fast, you felt like you were going to tear. No matter how much you've taken him you always had a hard time getting used to him.

He suddenly grabbed both your wrists and pinned them against the bed. He growled and he hit that certain spot that had your toes curling. Your eyes rolled far back and your mouth opened. You moaned and wrapped your legs on the back of his legs; trapping him although it's not like he was going to stop anyway.

He looked down at your face and felt pride swell in his chest. He knew he was the only one who could make you feel like this. The sound of his balls slapping against the mound of your ass bounced off the walls. You were sure that if anybody was in the house they would here it.

Beelzebub captured your mouth with his, roughly kissing you. If you didn't know better you would've thought he was a bad kisser. His tongue invaded your mouth and made sure to touch explore every inch of your mouth. Both of your tongues intertwined and as you departed from one another a trail of salvia followed.

You panted and whispered his name. Your eyes were half lidded. You knew he was close to cumming and so were you. His thrust's never slowed down or got sloppy. In fact they increased and his face was flushed. He breathed out your name and let out and choked groan and came in you. You soon followed as well and your cum covered your chest.

You blushed in embarrassment, Beelzebub grip on you tightened. As he whispered lowly in your ear "Your mine" you shuddered and replied back "Always"

#x reader #male reader #sub male character #sub male reader #dom male character #snv beelzebub #Beelzebub #Beelzebub ror #beelzebub x y/n #beelzebub x reader #beelzebub x you #ror #record of ragnarok x reader #record of ragnarok #record of ragnorak #record of ragnarok beelzebub #dub con #dubious consent #a little bit of dub con

358 notes · View notes

hanbxnn · 1 year

Text

satisfaction

pairing: beelzebub x afab!reader tags: smut, established relationships, pet names, oral (f receiving), marathon sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, praise kink, squirting, unrealistic cervix fucking, creampie, beel is a pleasure dom and i will not take any other answers note: cross-post from ao3, read the full thing (just some added 'plot') here! <3

One look was all he needed to know what you wanted, a shy request that you didn’t know how to convey in other ways that your body could.

Beelzebub always wants more and you know this.

You were someone that he could never get enough of.

But he knew that a human body like yours was weaker and generally has trouble keeping up with demons.

Beelzebub could see how physically tired you were yet you still never fail to put him first.

“Are you sure?” He mumbles uncertainty.

“I’ve never been better, don’t worry about me.” You smiled, pressing soft kisses to his lips. “I know you’re still holding back, it’s okay. I want you to take your fill until you’re satisfied, please.”

Beelzebub didn’t want you to strain your body but when you look into his eyes with assurance, he can't help but give into his hunger. He gives your shoulder a squeeze before he pushes your back flush against the bed, making sure you are comfortable.

He kisses your lips as a final act of adoration and gratitude before his tongue makes its way familiar way to the hollow of your collarbones, pressing gentle kisses to the surface of your skin until he is settled between your thighs once again.

Some say home is where the heart is but Beel would say it was here, where he could brush his cheek against your inner thigh. His tongue sweeps against the dip between your navel, only feeling content when he hears you sigh in pleasure when he presses a wet kiss to your swollen clit.

You’ve already lost count of the amount of times you came from his mouth alone.

Beel never fails to eat you out like it was his last meal and it only turned you on more seeing how much he was enjoying it.

In this time between you and your lover, there was no insecurities, no place for judgment, only acceptance.

His tongue flattened around your clit before his lips were enclosed around the sensitive nub, sucking and lapping around it until he could feel the heel of your feet digging desperately into his back.

The mixture of his saliva and your slick only helped him to push in two of his fingers, without so much of a resistance.

The first orgasm hits the moment he crooks his fingertips, rubbing against the spongy spot against the walls of your pussy, your back arching from the overwhelming sensation.

Your moans only spur Beel on to make you feel even better, his tongue pushing between his fingers as they spread your entrance wider. His nose bumps against your clit, inhaling your scent as continues to fuck you with his wet muscle, letting you ride your second climax in a row.

Beelzebub growls when he feels a spurt of your juices hit his chin, immediately pressing his face deeper against your cunt when he realizes you were squirting, he quickly drinks up your release.

He uses his forearm to push against your thigh from clamping around his head, his free hand grabbing hold of your hand that was trying to push his head away from the overstimulation.

The words in your mouth turning into babbles of inherent nonsense from the mind numbing pleasure.

Your boyfriend only stopped once he had slurped up every last drop of your essence. You were unable to even voice your pleas from how hoarse your vocal chords were from screaming.

Beel keeps a hold of your hips as your lower half twitches involuntarily, he takes in your debauched expression with pride.

Your eyes meet his, whimpering when you watch him lick his lips like he had just had the most exquisite dinners.

“Fuck me…”

Your begs were barely a whisper but your lover moved with efficiency, before you could utter another word.

Beel could never deny you of anything that you ask of him, not now, not ever.

He brings your legs over his shoulder before interlocking his hands with yours, the tip of his cock pushing against your entrance as he settles into position, grunting when he pushes himself fully into you with one thrust.

Beelzebub was not a small man in any shape or form.

To be able to take his length in full takes a lot of preparation and your cunt always took him so well, swallowing around his cock until the very last inch.

The moment you feel him bottom out with his dick kissing the entrance of your cervix, your walls clamp down on his cock, cumming once again from the intensity of him filling up your insides.

When you finally managed to regain your thoughts, making out the words that Beel was whispering as he stroked the back of your head.

“I know, darling. It’s okay, I’ve got you.” He coos softly until he feels you relaxing in his arms. “You’re doing so well for me.”

You could only whine in response as you grind your hips against his desperately, causing Beel to groan in a lower octave.

He takes your signal and starts rocking back, bullying his length back in between the puffy lips of your pussy, intoxicated by the way the walls of your insides were gripping him so tightly.

Tilting his head down to capture your lips in a gentle kiss in a complete opposite approach to the vulgarity of his thrusts.

He swallows down all of your moans as he quickly finds himself close to his own climax when he could feel you cunt spasming again from another orgasm.

His breath falters when he spills his own release deep inside you, gasping as he pulls away to see tears falling from the corner of your eyes. Beel takes the time to kiss each of the tears away until you calmed down from your sexual high.

His hands find their way to the back of your knees, holding them against your chest as he slowly pulls his dick from the warmth that was wrapped tightly around him, groaning when he sees the white of his cum spilling out.

Unable to resist the urge to kiss you once more, giving you more praises. “You did so well for me, my love. Will you let me help you clean up?”

When you nod weakly at his request, Beel pushes himself down until he is face level with your twitching cunt, swiping his tongue against his release that was mixed in with yours, groaning at the bittersweet taste.

“Just one last taste… Just one last one…”

#obey me #obey me smut #beelzebub x reader #beelzebub x you #beelzebub x y/n #ky's delusions

480 notes · View notes

solomiracle · 10 months

Text

vampire beel, who, despite being known for his excessive hunger, completely refuses to drink your blood. even if you offer to him, he says no. too many times has he drained humans to death without thinking, and he can't bear the thought of you becoming another victim.

yes, he occasionally fantasizes about what your blood would taste like on his tongue, but he'll never try to see for himself. your blood may smell alluring, but you and your love are far more addicting to beel.

131 notes · View notes

thequietkid-moonie · 1 year

Text

Beelzebub with a powerful God of Destruction

[ ONE-SHOT ] [ Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Records of Ragnarok ]

I had a lot of inspiration for this one and I love how it ended, but it got longer that i expected 😳😳

is like takind Hades' role

I hope you like it as much as I did!

Beelzebub had been reading of you, a powerful and merciless god of destruction who was feared and respected by almost all your pantheon, and by other gods too, it was strange to find a god who didn't fear you (at least a little) and he was sure that you will be able to make his wish come true and finish with his existance, so, making his choise, he go to search you

Just entering in your territory he was stoped by the guards, threatening him to go back in his way, but he was ready and started fight them. After minutes he was stoped by the same god he was searching

You stand up in all your glory in front of him, asking what the hell he wants with an annoyed expression, without hesitation he say that he wanted to fight you and before he can say something else you interrupt him saying that if that is what he wants he should just said it, making a mess of the place is usless, unless he wanted to please you, you are a god of destruction after all (but you weren't in the humor to clean someone's mess)

He was really surprised for your attitude, he had mentalized to find someone cruel and not this, you admitted to him that this wasn't the first time someone came to fight you in order to prove their strength, or something like that

Making some preparations you guide him to an arena where you could fight, telling him to not worry since is clean, there were nothing that could favor you nor him, just surrounded by all the guards and servants of the palace as spectators, also you tell him that he is free to use whatever weapon he wants, you don't care

Beelzebub still was surprised but he just brush it off and start fighting, it was rought and he was using all his strenght, it was a really difficult fight and last long but soon, between the screams of spectators and clashing guns you start to get advantage over him until Beelzebub run out of strength and fall on the floor, he couldn't move anymore, he was exhausted but he start feeling some relieve for finally finding someone strong enough to kill him

However, everything was throw away when you tell him that the fight was over since you already won

He get super angry, weren't you supposed to be merciless and cruel? why the hell are you leaving him alive? And after he get treated he confront you about it but you say nothing, just ignore his question, from your view you were just being honorable so why the hell is he so mad?

He didn't like this, he was furious at you so he decided to follow you from the shadows, whether you knew it or not, he search all he can about you, he was determinate to get what he wants, even if Beelzebub has to make you hate him if is need it in order to fullfil his goal

After a while you finally confront him about what he was doing, and he admitted to you that he wanted you to kill him, maybe it was that he picked your interest or it was just pity, but that doesn't matter, what matter is that you didn't want to kill him right away, so you offered him a deal, you had an important work to do, if he helped you fullfit it you will do what he wants and kill him, Beelzebub didn't like much the idea, but if that will be the cost then he will accept it

And after that day you two start working together, and you two get to know each other better, at first he wasn't interested in you at all, but with time he just can't stop himself and get curious about you

Everyone talk of you like you were the cruelest god alive, but that wasn't exactly true, he get the opportunity to meet you in reality, a side from you that only the people of your fully trust know, he see you smile and laugh so carefree and get excited for silly things (like one of the servants make you favorite dessert), he saw you scold some of the servants but it was like seeing a parent scolding their kids, he even see you get angry and frustrated and even then you didn't take it out against others

But he get the oportunity to see you fight too, and he sees you look at people with so much anger that they could feel like dying right there, talking with a voice so intimidating that he swears that even Satan would tremble, understanding now where all those rumors come from

Also you were constantly praising his intelligence and determination, but it took a while for him to finally accept the compliments, he feel it like he didn't deserve it. You get to know about his past too, about his friends and his lover that he ended up killing for the curse he has (understanding why he want to die so bad), still you never stop treating him friendly and with kindness

Until the day that he most feared came, one day the two of you were just hanging out like always, you proposed celebrated for how well your plan was going (you were so close to achieve your goal), and even if he didn't want to you weren't exclatly going to accept that answer, cheering him and insisting until he finally accepted. You two were having fun, just chating so carefree about everything and anything (he was even smiling) until everything goes black for Beelzebub and he loses control over himself, he had just pass out (just like all the other times)

When he finally wakes up he did it in a complety different room (he was in a bed, even covered with blankets) and you were nowhere to be found. Beelzebub was fearing the worst and cursing himself for doing this once again (even if it isn't his fault) only for his thoughts to be interrupted by someone entering in the room

It was one of the servants who where carrying some bandages and food for him, and after them was you, your body covered in bandages and some bruises too, just by looking at you he understand what happened and still he gets confused and surprise, but he feels more ashame than anything, even when you greet him cheerfuly he didn't have the brave to look at you in the eyes

He hesitantly let the servant check his wounds and change his bandages while you were telling him what happen, even when he already know it, and when you start praising his strenght (sure, it was Satan, but he have to be strong too, otherwise he wouldn't be able to handle Satan's power) he gets super embarased, but he didn't know if it was because he hated this situation or because it was you who were complimenting him

He stay silent all the time, not saying a single word, and after he get treated and the servant leave the room you look at him curiously, siting by his side you take his hands so gently that he even look at you out of surprise, and you were looking at him with so much care and love that he can feel tears forming in his eyes

You say that since you are close to achieve your goal your deal will finish soon too, and he should think about his request, if he still wants for you to end with his life you will, you promise to respet his decision until the very end and with that you leave the room (not without before telling him to eat and wishing him recovere soon)

He was right that you will be able to fullfil his wish, you survived Satan's attack after all, but right now Beelzebub doesn't know what to do, there was a lot to think, a lot to considerate

He doesn't know what he wants anymore

#shuumatsu no valkyrie #records of ragnarok #snv #ror #snv beelzebub #ror beelzebub #beelzebub x reader #beelzebub x y/n #snv beelzebub x reader #ror beelzebub x reader #snv x reader #ror x reader #anime and manga #anime x reader #anime x you #x reader #x gn reader #anime #manga

135 notes · View notes

deviljesterlamb · 1 year

Text

Y/n: I'd kill for some enchiladas right now.

Beelzebub: Same...

Beelzebub: Let's do it.

Y/n: ...Do what?

Beelzebub: Kill for some enchiladas.

Y/n: Beel, we don't need to kill for food.

Beelzebub: But it's not just any food. It's enchiladas.

Y/n: ...

Y/n: LET'S GET THOSE ENCHILADAS.

#obey me #obey me incorrect quotes #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me mc #beelzebub x mc #beelzebub x reader #beelzebub x y/n #beelzebub x you

290 notes · View notes

sofiafushiguro · 2 years

Text

all grown up - beelzebub

└➤ anon asked: hey may i request; 😰, 6, beelzebub & pink please? <3

└➤ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌:beelzebub x afab reader

└➤𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 2.6k

└➤⚠️𝖙𝖜:MC is Solomon’s daughter but it’s for plot purposes, beel is a little mean, degradation, praising, use of pet names, gagging, size kink, age gap (it’s implied that beel watched MC growing up), a little bit of corruption, unprotected sex, oral sex, fingering, cum eating. All characters are 18+ here.

↳𝖆/𝖓: Hi, anon <3 i actually turned you request into a fic so thx for requesting and I hope you like it! I am tagging my bby @beelenciaga bc she’s Beel’s gf and I want her to read this. Ily, Vlynn <33

prompts

Solomon is very careful about who he lets you around, where you go and what you do. Ever since you were born, he swore to himself that he would never let you have the same fate as him and that he is going to be the best dad ever. You knew how powerful, and well-known your dad was all around the three worlds, but even tho, he always said it was better to stay in the human world, never letting you go to the Celestial Realm or Devildom with him, insisting that once you were a grown-up you could do all those things, but just not yet.

Until a few months ago, when you finally had the chance to go with your dad to the Celestial Realm. It is a place you cannot describe with a word, but the beautiful image will always stay in your brain; you will never forget the kind angels Simeon and Luke, your dad always joking about how he met Luke when he was just a child and this getting flustered. And after begging him for what felt like ages, your dad finally accepts to take you to the Devildom with him, only if you didn't drop any grades at college this semester. Being Solomon's daughter, that was easy peasy lemon squeezy. That's how you end up with him in the Demon's Lord castle.

You expected things to be a little more scary and rough, the way you read them in books, but turns out to be completely different. Diavolo is one of the kindest and most attentive beings you have ever met so far in your short human life, and you could say the same about Lucifer and his excentric brothers. A demon who only cares about money and now runs one of the most exclusive clubs in the Devildom; one that is a developer for anime games; a great writer who loves books more than himself; the most popular Idol in the three worlds, and finally a pair of interesting twins. One that could sleep days in a row without being bothered about the exterior world, and one that could eat everything he wanted and still be hungry.

You feel jealous of the exciting life your dad had lived while staying in the Devildom as a request for Diavolo years and years ago, but happy at the same time for meeting such great demons. After drinking what looks like a hundred bottles of Demonus, you know Diavolo is wasted as well as Mammon, and that your dad is not in a condition to take you back to the human world. Barbatos, the lord's butler, offers to you and the remaining brothers to stay at the castle so that you don't have to worry about anything; and right after you accept his request, you notice that the only brothers remaining besides Mammon, are the twins, Beelzebub explaining that he couldn't wake up Belphegor and that he prefers to stay by his side the whole time.

Content with your answers, Barbatos tells you to follow him, but Beelzebub knows how tired the butler is and insists he knows his way in the castle and that he wouldn't mind taking you to a room. Your heart flips inside your chest because you never thought how gentle and well-mannered a demon like Beelzebub could be. "Enjoying your stay at the Devildom so far?" Beelzebub asks. His low voice bounces thru the walls of the castle while you two walk to the room. "I didn't think it was going to be this fun, to be honest," you confess. "My dad always said I needed to be grown-up to come here," "Oh, but you already are a grown-up," affirms Beelzebub as he turns right, and you do the same. "You think so?" those words in his mouth sound different and more appealing than when your dad says them. Your eyes shine, and you look up at him, waiting for his response.

Beelzebub smirks and looks in different directions making sure no one is around before looking at you again. "Don't tell your dad I told you this, but..." He lowers himself so he can see you straight in the eyes, with his face close to yours. You can feel his hot breath hitting your face with the smell of Demonus. "We all went to the human world to visit you when you were born," he confesses. Shocked by his words, you furrow your brows together, and he laughs at you. Beel starts to walk again, and you go behind him. "That can't be the truth! My dad never told me about it," you argue at him, and he chuckles.

"That'll be our little secret, ok?" Beel stops in front of a door and opens it for you, revealing a big and comfortable room. "Here we are, little girl. If you need something, you know you can count on both Barbatos and me," the demon turns around, but before he starts walking the opposite way, you grab his wrist, and he looks at you, confused. "Can you stay a little longer?" you ask him hoping he says yes. "Tell me more," Beel would be lying if he said something inside of him didn't feel different when he felt your tiny and soft hand grabbing his wrist. A playful smirk appears on his face, and he steps into the dark room with you; he lits some candles so that he can see your pretty face again, and you sit on the bed, carefully watching each one of his movements.

"What do you wanna know?" Beel asks. He grabs a chair from the desk and places it in front of you; you can't help but notice how big his legs are when he sits down and lets his big hands resting on his thighs. Unconsciously, you rub your legs together, trying to forget the lustful thoughts in your head. "Why did my dad never tell me about that? About you?" you ask with your head tilted slightly to one side and doe eyes looking at him. Beelzebub shrugs and leans forward to grab your chin with his hand. "We're demons. We're supposed to be dangerous, right?" "But you don't seem dangerous," you reply with a soft voice, looking right into his purplish eyes. A chuckle escapes his lips, and he caresses your bottom lip with his thumb. "Believe me, I am," You admire his features a little before talking again. "Why?"

"Because I broke a lot of rules for you, little girl," you furrow your brows, and he knows you want more answers. "When I heard that you already were grown up, I went to the human world a lot of times to have a glimpse of you," His words ring alarms in your head, but the way he is speaking is enough for those alarms to turn off, and right before you could question him again, Beelzebub is kissing you. His lips feel heavy compared to you, but he is letting you explore and feel every sensation new to you.

Carefully, he leans over you until your back hits the bed and he is on top of you. He is careful because he knows he can hurt you if he follows his more primal instincts; with one hand, Beel is supporting his weight on the bed while he uses the other to caress the skin on your abdomen, under your shirt. "This is another secret you'll have to keep, ok?" He speaks, more like forcing you to agree to what he's doing than acknowledging it. You nod your head and wrap your arms around his neck so that you can have a taste of his lips again. Beel moves his hand upwards on your body until he reaches the bottom of your tits.

He slips his hand under your bra and plays with your hardened nipple until he forces a moan out of you. Beelzebub breaks the kiss so that he can help you take your shirt and bra off, and when your top half is exposed, he groans at that beautiful sight of your tits on display for him. He starts by sucking your nipples softly so that you can perfectly feel his tongue playing on your skin. You move your hands to caress his hair and press it into your chest because it feels so good you never want it to end. With his hands, Beel starts to play with the waistband of your pants, and when you less expect it, he is lifting your hips so he can take them off alongside your underwear. "You don't have to tell 'em nothing, ok? Just stay still and pretty for me," the demon on top of you makes his way between your legs with kisses to your tummy and thighs, and when you finally feel his breath hitting your core, you swore you could die at that exact moment. You finally understand why they call him The Avatar of Gluttony. Beel's big hands keep your hips in place while his tongue fucked you, and when two of his fingers find a way inside of you, he feels how tight and warm you are, making him go feral. He pays special attention to your clit, sucking and licking it until he feels your hands tugging at his hair.

"What happened, pretty? Too much for you?" he says making eye contact with you while his fingers still play in your insides. "More, Beel!" you moan. "I need more, please, please!" you beg him like a whore. "You want my cock? That's what this pretty pussy wants?" he slaps your pussy, and you try to close your legs as a reflex, but he is faster and stronger, so with his free hand, he keeps you in place.

His words make your face grow red, but you nod in agreement. You want Beel's thick, fat cock to fuck you dumb and make a mess out of you. "If you want it, you gotta cum on my mouth first. So be a good human, I wanna fuck you already," Beel goes back to his work of eating you out. You don't care that you're being too loud and that the sounds leaving your mouth are pornographic, you are enjoying it too much to be quiet; besides, you know everyone is passed out, and you two are far inside in the Demond's Lord castle.

Beelzebub feels his dick leaking pre-cum, and he is getting needy with the time, but he is too focused on how delicious you taste and how gorgeous you look when you are close to cum. And when you do... Dear lord, he swears he had never heard such beautiful sounds in all his life, not even when he was an angel in the Celestial Realm.

He lets you ride your high with his fingers while he looks up at you to admire your fucked up state: eyes rolling to the back of your skull and tongue lolling out of your mouth like a bitch in heat. "So beautiful," he groans as he leans over to kiss you, making you taste your cum. He takes his fingers out of you and shoves them in your mouth, enjoying how you gag around them. With a smirk on his face, Beelzebub takes down his pants just enough to free his cock, and when you see it, you already feel it on your tummy. He laughs at your shocked face, and you look up at him with puppy eyes. "You wanted this, right?" He said, lazily stroking his cock. " Now, relax and be a good human for me,"

With one hand, he opens your legs and lines his cock with your entrance. You already feel the stretch of his cock head, and you dig your nails into his forearms, but that was nothing for a demon like Beelzebub. "Baby, if you don't relax, I can't go inside, and I won't fuck you properly," he says, biting his lower lip with his eyes fixated on where your bodies connect, admiring how his dick completely splits you open. You try to do what he says, but it's impossible to relax with a dick his size. No human could ever have such a beautiful and gritty cock as Beel's. He pushes himself in, and you feel every inch and vein inside of you; You know he still has a long way until he is completely inside, but that is enough for you to go dumb on his dick.

You let your body relax and decide to lay in bed while you enjoy how deliciously Beelzebub is stretching your tiny pussy. His big hands grope your hips to keep you in place while he pounds mercilessly into you; your tiny hands are nothing compared to Beel's big and strong arms, so you stop digging your nails into his skin and decide to grab the sheets instead. You still need something to remind you that this is real life and that indeed you're being fuck by the Avatar of Gluttony. "You're such a good little human, aren't you?" he asks with a smirk while admiring your fucked up state. He grabs you by the jaw and pushes his thumb into your mouth. "When I talk to you, you better look at me, got it?" You try to say yes, but his thumb in your mouth, combined with the pleasure you're feeling makes it impossible to respond to him.

His cock is stretching your pussy so damn good that you know you'll never find anyone who can fuck you properly as Beelzebub does. Your walls start spasming around his dick when his free thumb finds your clit and starts circling it, and you know you're not lasting long. "Cum, pretty. I know you can give me another orgasm," he says with a raspy voice as he keeps his pace in search of his own high. And when you finally let go and cum around his cock, Beelzebub groans and slaps your thigh making you moan harder. You feel sensitive after cumming, but Beel doesn't seem like he wanna stop any time soon. "Too much!" you cry out and put a hand on his lower stomach so he can slow down, but he's faster and stronger and grabs your wrists with one hand.

"You little slut," he says, focused on how good you're taking him. "Don't be selfish and let me cum on this pretty pussy," And with a few more thrusts, you feel Beel's thick and hot cum inside you. He pulls out to watch how his cum leaks from your tiny hole and doesn't lose time in cleaning you with his tongue, groaning at how delicious your juices mix with his cum taste. You feel dizzy. You are sure that if Beel kept fucking you for another five minutes you could have passed, but it was worth it because no one in the Human World has ever made you feel like that.

Beelzebub lays on the bed and pulls you to his side so you can rest your head on his broad chest while he caresses your hair. "You ok? Was it really too much?" He asks, ashamed because he knows he isn't like this normally, but seeing you all grown up woke something inside of him that he never felt before. You giggle and shake your head. "I'm fine, don't worry," you answer, and he keeps playing with your hair, a little more at peace with your answer. And then, an idea crosses his mind. "How about we make a pact?"

﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fic #obey me fanfic #obey me smut #obey me beel smut #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel x you #obey me beel x mc #beelzebub x you #beelzebub avatar of gluttony #shall we date beelzebub #beelzebub x y/n #obey me x you #obey me x reader #obey me x mc

412 notes · View notes

nixs27anime · 1 year

Text

The List - Beelzebub x Y/N

Beelzebub: When have i ever done anything rash or irresponsible?

Y/N: Do you want your list in chronological or alphabetical order?

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #shuumatsu no walkure #ror #snv #ror beelzebub #snv beelzebub #beelzebub x y/n #beelzebub x gender neutral reader #Record of ragnarok incorrect quotes #Shuumatsu no valkyrie incorrect quotes

202 notes · View notes

pervysenpaix · 2 years

Text

Hurts Good - om! x blackreader

A/N: Hi Friends, I got a request but all of my asks were deleted when I was clearing out my drafts. So, if you're the anon that requested our fav twin breeding us while we're menstruating - THANK YOU ❤ <- this has literally been in my drafts for 3 months so I’m terribly sorry; also please miss me with the squeamish comments i literally dgaf , if you ain’t nasty then why are you here ? 🤨 also not proofread cause we die like men 🤧

Synopsis : Our kind boyfriend Beelzebub hates when we have our period, so he came up with a solution!

Warning: Period Sex , Oral (F!Receiving), Somnophillia, Himbo!Beel , no dialogue cause I’m feeling lazy and I literally picked this up after months of sitting.

For Beelzebub, life in Devildom used to be so simple. A constant cycle of eating, lifting and more eating. This was still true when you came along. He was actually eating and lifting you most of the time. Things were so perfect and he couldn’t be happier. The only downside to your relationship was him having to witness you curled into a ball and sobbing once a month because you were in so much pain. He wished he could take your period away, even said as much to his twin who got a mischievous glint in his eye.

Okay, he had to admit he was a little nervous when Belphegor planted the idea in his head. Not that he was turned off—hell no. There isn’t a thing in all the realms that could lower Beelzebub need for you. It’s just … he was scared to hurt you ☹️

You see, even though he’s a sweet boi he can be kind of rough in the bedroom and knowing that you’re already in pain, he didn’t want to add too it. But, his brother convinced him—even took him to Satan who confirmed that orgasms helped with period pain but scurried out of the blonde demon’s room when he asked for more context.

Now here he is—standing at the foot of your bed while you toss and turn in the sheets, clutching the little lamb plushie to your tummy for some comfort. Beel can’t take it anymore. There’s no way he can stand by and let this keep happening if he knows that there’s a way to stop it.

A soft moan startled you awake accompanied by a tingling in your abdomen and a tightening of your core. Bleary eyes opened revealing the hulking form of Beelzebub with his face and fingers buried in your bloody cunt.

The rusty crimson shade painted his cheeks and chin, it mixed with the slick pouring from your weeping hole dripping onto the sheets in a glorious mess. Your pussy spasmed and clenched around the two fingers that were curling deliciously in your core while he sucked on your clit. Exactly how long he’d been eating you is unknown but his bruised lips and bare member—cherry red and leaking pre—suggested that it’s been a while.

The redhead licked you through your orgasm, enjoying the way your body writhed for him. He could see that you were in embarrassed, it was apparent in the way you looked away and chewed your lip but he knew that you were feeling good by the way your fingers pulled at his hair.

The giant man rose slowly, wiping his mouth of his arm before sloppily pressing your lips together. A lustful kiss that tasted of copper, and slick. Your cunt ached for him, lifting your hips to run your sloppy little pussy on his dick. Beelzebub growled, big tongue lolling out of his mouth to trace over your pulse while he pushed himself inside you.

He filled you so well—stretching you out to the point of paint but it was so intermixed with pleasure that you didn’t mind. He praised you so sweetly—saying that you took him so well and would be the prettiest momma. When your eyes widened he smiled sweetly and kissed your cheek.

“M’gonna fuck you full of my babies, that way you won’t get a period no more”

@kind-himbo-beel literally just thought of you when I finished writing and thought you might wanna take a look at this 🧡

@xogabbiexo & @bookwormsenpai come get your man he’s being nasty again.

@trashybandit think you like obey me so here’s some filth

#om smut #om beelzebub #om! smut #om! x reader #om! beelzebub #obey me smut #obey me x blackreader #om! x blackreader #beelzebub x blackreader #beelzebub x y/n #obey me beelezebub #obey me beel smut #obey me beel x mc #obey me Beel x blackreader #om x blackreader

430 notes · View notes

everlasting-elegy · 2 years

Note

Hi there! Just found your blog and I love it so much!! If it’s not too much to ask, could you write about Beel or Lucifer with a teen!MC who cries a lot, whether it be from stress or anxiety or even a lack of sunlight since the Devildom doesn’t have sun. Have a wonderful day! 💖

Thank you, anon!! Sorry this was so late but I hope you have a great day too~ This post sort of went less from 'MC who cries a lot' to just 'How Beel and Lucifer comfort MC when they cry' but it presumes that MC is just crying from anything lmao, hope that's okay!!

Beelzebub And Lucifer Comforting You When You Cry

Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Platonic/Romantic Word Count: 0.9k

Beelzebub

Beel may be the designated protector but that duty assumes physical threats. The first few times he saw you cry, he assumed that some lower demons were bothering you and his immediate reaction was to deal with whoever hurt you. But when he realises that it’s just your emotions his focus shifts to give you all his care

Oftentimes he’s the first to notice you’re about to cry. He’s quick to whisk you away from the situation or just hold onto your hand or arm as a way to ground you before the tears even start flowing

A big hug from Beel makes everything better and he stays like that as you let out your feelings. He’s quiet but he makes the occasional mumble about how everything will be okay and that he’ll always be right here

Post-cry he’ll be offering you his favourite snacks. He’ll also offer to take a nap with you, a habit he’s developed after comforting Belphie

A very attentive demon, even when your tears are dry he’ll be keeping an eye on you for a good hour to make sure you’re happy. That time will only reduce if he entrusts you to one of his brothers, he wants to make sure someone is with you at all times

Even when there’s no physical threat, regardless if you’re in public or not, Beel instinctively leads you towards a wall, using his body to shield you from the outside world. His broad figure obscuring your sight, it’s as if you’re in your own world with just him

Your chest was heaving, slowly but surely recovering from your previous shallow breaths. Your final tears had been brushed away by Beel’s knuckles, you could feel your strength returning as you leaned against said demon. As welcome as his hug was, you were needing it less as your mood lightened and you gently unwrapped his arms from your torso.

After a few moments of silence, you slowly stood up, only to hear Beel make a grunt as he turned away from you. When he turned back, he was holding out a water bottle to you, gently nudging its plastic body against your shoulder.

“Crying makes you lose liquid, right? Water is important to humans, you need to re-hydrate.”

You opened your mouth to correct him only to close it again. You were sure human bodies weren’t that sensitive but you couldn’t bring yourself to go against those earnest puppy dog eyes. Stifling a giggle, you accepted the bottle and he let out a satisfied grin.

“Thank you, Beel.”

Lucifer

Lucifer is a busy demon so it’s very likely you go off to his brothers for comfort the majority of the time. And as comforting as it is to see his family get along and that his brothers are actually reliable for once, he would much rather you turn to him

During the day, he won’t be able to give you his full attention but he’s honoured if his presence is enough for you. He’ll pull up a chair, or you can sit on his lap, whichever is more comfortable for you to let out your emotions as he does his paperwork

Feel free to hug his side or lean your head against his shoulder, just leave his writing arm free so he can still do work. He’ll reciprocate with his other arm around your shoulders or his gloved hand resting on your head with some soothing rubs

In the night however, Lucifer will give you his undivided attention. His bottle of Demonus is forgotten as he lets you wrap your arms around him and cry into his vest

Lucifer isn’t the best with his words and he’s well aware of it. Even at your most vulnerable he can’t allow himself to do the same, so he stays silent, rubbing soothing circles on your back to comfort you

Should you ever cry in public or even just in front of the other brothers, Lucifer won’t hesitate to spring into his demon form, drawing you close and letting his wings furl around you, protecting you from the outside world

You had gotten used to the silence. With the exception of your ragged breathing, Lucifer’s office was still. No scratching of pen against paper, windows closed so you couldn’t hear the howl of the Devildom wind, not even the fireplace had crackled to life.

But soon there was a low drone, quiet but soothing. The tone went slightly higher, then it dropped to a level you had to strain to hear. It was a foreign but welcome sound, but with how you felt the vibrations from your head against Lucifer’s chest, you could put two and two together.

He was humming.

Staying close to him, you craned your neck up to look at him with curious but reddened eyes. Lucifer refused to meet your gaze.

“It was Mammon’s favourite tune when he was little,” he murmured. “It calmed him down when he was upset.”

“I think it works on me too,” you rasped as you tightened your hold on the Avatar of Pride, snuggling deeper into him. You didn't miss his smile as you closed your eyes, succumbing to the nostalgic tune.

Obey Me! Masterlist

#obey me #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me x y/n #beelzebub x reader #beelzebub x mc #beelzebub x y/n #lucifer x reader #lucifer x mc #lucifer x y/n #obey me fluff #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #everelegy writes #everelegy obey me

501 notes · View notes

fanfic-gallery · 2 years

Note

Can i request smut prompt “I never imagined you to be so sensitive, but I love it.” with Beelzebub and fem reader? <3 [if not fem then genderfluid]

First time? [NSFW MDNI]

✎ Beelzebub x Reader

✎ The ‘devil’s drink’ a specialized drink that the ramen house Beel had been going to recently have all it’s regulars slamming heaps of cash on the table.. but what’s all this hype about?

✎ Tags: smut, fem! reader, succubus! reader, client x prostitute dynamic

✎ CW: porn with plot, dom! reader, sub! beel, slight non-con/dub-con, handjob, indications of blowjob

: ̗̀➛ Manager's/Author's note: Gosh, my writings are getting sloppier as time goes on- apologies in advance（；´д｀）ゞ [Just a reminder for those who want to participate in the 100+ followers event, please hand in your request by 6 June!]

“Beel, where are you going?”

“Out for ramen.”

“This late at night??”

The daily travels out town all started when he stumbled across a little back alley restaurant in the outskirts of the city. Despite it’s small popularity, when put through reviews on the web it was met with praise for service and cuisine. How could he say no to that?

That’s when he met you, a young succubus that decided to dedicate your life time to run a this small establishment. You were amazing company during his meals, your cheery nature and humor always made his bowl of freshly cooked noodles a little more tastier every time. Though he does wonder why you wore your kimono like that, the collar slipping further and further displaying more and more of the doughy cleavage of your chest.

He does have to be honest, he doesn’t mind the show..

But as your friend, he does advise not to-

The more he visits, secrets unravel. Only a few days ago did he figure out there was a hidden menu, filled to the brim with other set meals he could enjoy and devour. Through many regulars he found out the restaurant’s specialty was called the ‘devil’s drink’ which in term as they say was quite refreshing to most, and ever spicy when time goes on.

Beel was quite intrigued of course, especially sneaking glances of customers climbing up to the second floor, he had been quite captivate of what’s up there, the sounds of sudden banging and creaking of the ceiling boards furthering his suspicions. Even after asking you about, you just shrug it off, claiming it’s just staff cleaning infestations disturbing business nowadays.

But does the thoughts in his head really spoil his appetite..

Maybe he should just try this drink once..

It can’t be that bad, right?

Right..?

“Wait.. didn’t you say this was a bAR-” You giggled at his little gasp in shock, tongue licking your lips staining them in saliva, lustful eyes conjoined with a malicious smirk. Beel turned, lilac gaze sunk in confusion, demanding your actions be explained which in turn only earned him a chuckle instead.

“You ordered the ‘devil’s drink’, or am I wrong?” Beel slowly nodded, arms trying to retract but to no avail. Without much though, you swiftly reached for his sweats, tugging his belt to the side and dragging down the clothing. Your other free hand trailed beneath his shirt, tracing his toned skin, circling the rim of one of his nipples before pinching at the soft bud with a moderate strength of force.

“hah.. y-Y/N, what are you doing~”

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to ravish you, my dear~ From the first day you step foot into this place, I knew I had to make you my new little toy~”

“W-wait.. this place isn’t a- ah~”

“Ting ting ting, this is a brothel, you silly~ we just happen to sell food to lure more customers in, lure more innocent flies into our web~”

You spun the male around, hands hastily pushing at his coat and overalls, ‘causing the demon to squirm and shimmy under your touch, in terms pushing his saggy pants down further. Your eyes couldn’t help but dilate at the vast bulge protruding from his undergarments, index lingering and drawing it’s shape through the cloth.

Beel stared in embarrassment, face so flushed he could explode from how much his blood is boiling within, saliva threatening to spill out from his constant groaning and griddling in his bottom lip between his jaws. Which intently didn’t help when your fingers gripped onto his fairly lubed cock, pumping it little by little, enveloping his flushed skin in the warmth of your palms.

“Oooh~ I actually expect something small, but ohhh this passed all my expectations~~~”

You smothered your chest against him, the collar of your kimono drooping with every inch closer, drawing in the drooling demon into a heat dance of tongues. Beel groaned in defeat, his will to fight withering away, frame sinking further beneath you when your pace on his dick increased. Slowly but surely leading to white creamy fluids drenching your hand and the wooden flooring.

“I never imagined you to be so sensitive.. ” Beel huffed away from the sudden climax, lilac eyes shakily reading your next movements. Knees completely kneeling on the ground before you, grabbing hold of the demon’s waist, positioning his head right in between your flushed lips.

“But I love it~~~” You squealed, feeling your dripping cunt pulsing in ecstasy. You shuffle closer, littering Beel’s exposed thighs with sloppy kisses and blossoming hickeys, leading and trailing towards his soaked yet painfully stiff cock.

“Don’t worry Beelie, I’ll be at your service as long as you like, even if this package is a one per order deal~~~”

500 notes · View notes

leviathans-watching · 2 years

Text

love thy neighbor

includes: beel x gn!reader (they/them pronouns used)

wc: 7.3k | rated t | m.list | read on ao3!

a/n: this fic is part of a trade i did with @mickeywabbit!! they did my new pfp so please give her some love!! and mika i hope you enjoy!!

warnings: some mild cursing, spiders

please reblog!!

Before the boxes can fully tip over, you feel the top one getting lifted, a tanned arm entering your vision.

“Whoah,” the stranger says, and you shift the boxes remaining, moving them out of your way. Without the box that had been on top, it’s much easier for you to get a handle on everything. “Careful there,” he continues once you’re finally able to see him, and you have to adjust where you’re looking because seriously, this guy is way taller than you expected.

Or, living next door to a demon.

Grimacing, you slow to a stop, trying to regain your hold on the boxes in your arms. Perhaps you’ve overestimated your strength. The boxes wobble precariously, and you wrack your brain, trying to remember what was in them. Was it anything breakable?

Before the boxes can fully tip over, you feel the top one getting lifted, a tanned arm entering your vision.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully, giving him a small smile. His face is delightfully open and warm and his odd purple eyes are inviting. “I thought I could get everything.”

“No worries,” your stranger says, genuinely seeming to mean it. “Are you moving in? I can help you take this where you need to go.”

Usually, you’d never give someone you didn’t know your address, but you don’t see another way to do things without making it super complicated. “I am,” you reply. “I’m in Apartment 5C.”

Your stranger’s eyes widen and he gives a little laugh, practically glowing. “No way! I’m in 5B. It’s nice to meet you, neighbor! I’m Beelzebub.”

It’s a quaint name, but it suits him, so you don’t hesitate to introduce yourself as well. Once you’ve both been properly introduced, the two of you head for the elevator.

“Do you like living here?” you ask once the doors slide shut and Beelzebub shrugs.

“It’s not the coolest place I’ve lived in, but it’s pretty nice. The city’s great, obviously, and the landlady is pleasant, so what more could you ask for?” Aside from his cheerfulness, Beelzebub seems refreshingly easy-going, a trait you’ve always admired. You continue to chat back and forth and before you know it, you’re at your door. You shift the boxes to push it open and Beelzebub sends you a reproving frown.

“Leaving your door unlocked? That’s not super safe.”

“I know,” you say, setting the boxes down with a small thud. “But since I’ve been so up and down while moving stuff in, it’s been easier for me to leave it unlocked. I promise I’ll lock it when I’m done.”

Nodding, Beelzebub sets his box down as well. “That’s good. This isn’t an unsafe complex or anything, but you can’t be too careful.” Normally, someone saying that would make you feel a little weirded out, but he just seems so genuine you can’t draw up the feeling.

“Well,” you say, “thank you so much for the save. I’d offer you a drink of something, but as you can tell, I’m not even sure where I’d find my cups.”

Beelzebub looks around at your stacks and piles of boxes and laughs. “I understand. Are you sure you don’t need any more help? I really wouldn’t mind.”

“No, but thank you. You’ve already been great.”

Beelzebub droops a little at this, almost like a puppy. It’s unbearably cute and you wonder what you’re getting yourself into. “Are you sure? I’ve got nothing else going on.”

His earnestness is unexpectedly sweet, but you remain strong, denying him once again.

“Okay,” Beelzebub finally relents, “but if you need my help, don’t hesitate to let me know. Knock on my door any time.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” you promise, an idea entering your mind. “Say, do you want to exchange numbers? That way we can get ahold of one another more easily?”

“Sure thing. Here, I’ll give you mine.”

The two of you spend another moment adding each other to your contacts before you sigh. “I’ve got to get back to work. Thanks again for the help!”

“Be careful,” Beelzebub advises. “Don’t want to drop anything.”

“Right,” you agree, a little chagrined. Beelzebub disappears back into his apartment and you wait for his door to click shut before you let yourself fall back against the doorframe. You hadn’t expected to meet someone so kind, especially paired with that handsomeness, but you definitely aren’t complaining. And even aside from all of that, he really does seem like a genuinely cool person. Hopefully, you’ll be able to get to know him better.

Shaking your head, you force yourself back to work, but your mind lingers on Beelzebub.

A few weeks go by, and before you know it, you’re mostly settled in. The majority of your boxes are unpacked and everything is pretty much put together. It had taken a few trips to the thrift for you to finish decorating and everything, but you’re pretty happy with how it all looks. You think pretty much anything is better than before when you just had a few necessities out and the rest still packed away in the corner.

It feels nice to finally be able to kick back and watch TV, so you do so with relish, putting on your favorite show. You already ate earlier so you’re just nursing a glass of water, too lazy to do anything fancier. You’re about halfway through the episode - and your water - when there’s a knock at your door, ringing through your apartment. You’re not expecting anyone, so confusion runs through you. washes over you, followed by excitement.

Could it be Beelzebub?

Pausing the show, you stand, a little nervous. You don’t even know if it’s him or not! There’s no reason to get all excited. You’d been so busy with everything that you hadn’t had a chance to text him, and by the time you remembered, it had been too late. Texting him at this point would just be awkward. While you feel silly for feeling so disproportionally disappointed that he hadn’t texted, you can’t help but wish he had.

Looking through the peephole, you frown, not seeing anyone there. Opening your door, you glance around, then down. There’s a food delivery service bag sitting innocuously on your welcome mat. Again, you hadn’t been expecting anyone, especially not anyone delivering food, so you lean down to pick the bag up, looking for the receipt. The bag is pretty big and heavy, so you wonder what all was ordered.

Finally finding the name on the delivery, your breath catches. It’s for Beelzebub. Giving it to him is the right thing to do, so you shore yourself up, stepping out of your room and fully into the hall, pulling your door closed behind you. Beelzebub’s door is right there, so you don’t let yourself hesitate, raising a hand and knocking firmly.

You could leave the food and go back to your apartment, like the delivery person did to you, or you could wait, use this as your chance to talk to Beelzebub.

Before you can fully commit to either option, the door swings open, revealing Beelzebub. He’s as attractive as the first time you saw him, so nope, your brain had not been making things up.

“This was accidentally delivered to me,” you say, holding out the bag, and Beelzebub brightens, taking it from you. Like the box, he handles the weight with ease, muscles flexing under his shirt.

“I’m so sorry about that,” he says. “I don’t even know how they get our apartments mixed up. The letters are clearly displayed.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you reply easily. “It happens. What um, what have you been up to?”

“Oh, same old same old,” Beelzebub says. “Work, school, et cetera. It’s just been pretty busy.”

“Believe me, I get it.” Your mind flashes back to how hectic your days have been as of late. “Where do you go to school?”

A funny look crosses his face and you hope you haven’t somehow misstepped. That was a pretty normal question to ask, right?

“I’m currently virtual,” Beelzebub explains. “It’s an Academy down, er, south. My brothers and I all go there, but the rest of them are on campus for the most part. Although, they do come to visit me. Speaking of,” he adds, eyes widening, “they can be a pretty crazy bunch so if you ever run into them just keep that in mind. Take anything they say with a grain of salt. They love teasing me.”

“I will,” you say, chucking a little. You can’t imagine what they’d be like and hope, even though it’s pretty improbable, that you’ll get to meet them. “Do you have a big family, then? And it sounds like you and your brothers are close.”

“Well, including me, there’s seven of us,” Beelzebub says, ducking his head a little at your noise of amazement. “And we have our issues like any family, but for the most part, it’s okay. I’m closest with my twin, Belphegor.”

“A twin!” you exclaim, delighted. “That must be nice! And that’s a lot of brothers. Are you guys like right in the middle, or…?”

“Youngest,” Beelzebub says. “Well, Belphie is, but he hates being reminded of that.” His smile is fond and soft, and you feel yourself melting a little. “And you’re correct, that is a lot. I love them all but being here is kind of nice.”

“I’d imagine so,” you agree before stepping back a little, not wanting to steal his attention for too long. “Anyway, it’s been nice talking to you, but I should probably let you get to dinner. Enjoy your food!”

“Oh!” Beelzebub looks surprised, like he’s completely forgotten about his delivery. “I will. Thanks again for bringing it over.”

“Yeah, because my journey was so far,” you joke, and Beelzebub’s laugh follows you all of the way back into your apartment. Once your door is closed and locked, you lean up against it, heart pounding.

You’ve only met him twice, and both times were so brief, but you feel inexplicably drawn to him. He’s just so polite and cool, and something is undeniably different about him, something you can't put your finger on. It drew you in all the same.

Shaking yourself, you go back to your couch, pressing play on your show. It’s easier going back to this than going back to moving in was, and so you fall back into watching, losing yourself in the familiar plot.

A few days later, your alarm goes off, and you open your eyes, wishing you didn’t have to get up. So distracted by your musing you almost miss the large spider right above your face, hanging from the ceiling. Almost.

You freeze, and it drops.

A scream escapes you as you scrub over your face, rolling right off of your bed and onto the floor. You frantically make sure it’s not on you before calming down slightly, though your heart is still racing. You become aware of knocking on the door, and Beelzebub calling to you through it.

“MC? Is everything okay in there? I heard you scream and there was a large crash.”

Before he can get any ideas, like to call the police, you wrench the door open, pasting on a wobbly smile. “Hey,” you manage, breathless.

“Are you alright?” he asks, looking you over. “Did something happen?”

“I’m okay,” you say reassuringly, “I’m sorry for the scare. I woke up to a spider in my face is all.”

Beelzebub’s face softens, some of the tension draining out of him. Had he really been so worried about you? “I’m sorry that happened,” he says seriously, “but I’ll admit I’m glad it’s not anything worse. You really freaked me out.”

You groan. “Yeah, I can imagine. Did I wake you?”

Beelzebub looks down at his sweats and a plain t-shirt, letting out a little chuckle. “Yeah, but don’t worry too much about it. I get up around this time anyway.” He looks around. “Hey, I like what you’ve done with the place, it looks great.”

Remembering he’d only seen your moving-in mess and not your actual, finished apartment, you step aside, inviting him in. “Thank you. Would you like some coffee or anything? I have cream and sugar and all that.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ve got to get on with your day,” Beelzebub says reluctantly, and you shake your head.

“Nope, I’ve actually got nothing planned. I just get up early out of habit. But if you’ve got something, don’t let me keep you.”

“I don’t,” Beelzebub says, “so if you’re sure.”

“It’s the least I can do after waking you up and everything,” you say, beckoning him towards your kitchen island. You pour out two cups then pull out the creamer, milk, and sugar, offering them to Beelzebub. Once both of your coffees are made to your liking, you lean against the counter, cradling the cup in your hands.

“You’re also welcome to any fruit,” you offer, nodding at the fruit bowl on the counter, “and I’m pretty sure I have some croissants tucked away somewhere.”

“That would be great,” Beelzebub replies. You pull out the bakery bag, handing it to him. He takes one, and the next thing you know, it’s gone. You’ve never seen anyone eat that fast.

Speaking of fast, you think, how did he get over to my door so fast? It had only been a few seconds after you screamed that he had knocked on your door. And if you really woke him up as he claimed, it would have been practically impossible for him to make it all the way to you.

Shooting a suspicious glance over at him, you watch him devour an apple with ease, humming contentedly as he does. What are you thinking? It probably took longer for you to regain your senses than you thought it did. Yes, that must have been it.

“Hold the elevator please,” someone calls, and instinctively, you do as you’re asked, sticking your arm out. Two guys shuffle in, the one in front giving you a bright smile.

“Thank you so much,” he says, running a hand through his strawberry blond hair. “This elevator is so slow, and I’m not really in the mood to climb the stairs.”

The other one jostles the first, green eyes hard. “Shut up, idiot. People don’t just talk to each other randomly.”

Something about his phrasing seems weird, but honestly, the whole situation kind of is, so you just give them a vague smile, shifting your eyes down and away from them. Their conversation continues in hushed whispers that are, unfortunately, completely audible to you.

“Satan, they’re going to the fifth floor too! Do you think-”

“Shut up,” green-eyes, or Satan, you suppose, hisses. “You’re so annoying, Asmo. It’s like you forget how to act when you’re away for too long.”

Asmo pouts, but thankfully, the elevator chimes, signaling your floor before you’re forced to be in an enclosed space with them any longer. You walk to your door with purposeful strides, aware of them somewhat behind you. As you unlock your door, checking back over your shoulder to gauge their position every so often, Beelzebub’s swings open.

“MC, hey,” he says, clearly startled. He then looks around you. “Satan, Asmo, what are you two doing?”

You follow his gaze back to the pair, who look like they’ve been caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

“Beel!” Asmo cheers, hastening forward to Beelzebub. “We’re here! Haven't you missed us?”

“Debatable,” Beelzebub says, though his ears are tinged red as he makes eye contact with you again. You realize you’re staring and look away, twisting your key the rest of the way.

“And is this your neighbor?” Asmo asks, and you look up again, realizing he’s talking to? about? you.

“Yes, and they look like they’re in a hurry, so let’s not bother them,” Beelzebub says, sending you an apologetic look. From behind you, Satan snorts.

“Oh,” Asmo says, drooping. “But surely a little introduction wouldn’t hurt?” He looks up at Beelzebub with pleading eyes and though they’re not even directed at you, you can feel himself bending under his will slightly.

“Um, I’m MC,” you venture as the silence stretches, and Asmo’s attention snaps to you.

“It’s so nice to meet you,” he enthuses, shaking your hand delicately. “I’m Asmodeus, and behind you is Satan. We’re Beel’s brothers.”

Aside from their unearthly beauty, they look nothing alike. Beelzebub towers over both of them and they all have varying eye and hair colors. Are they even blood-related?

It’s rude to speculate on something like that, so you push the thought away, giving Asmo - Asmodeus - a smile. “It’s nice to meet you too. Are you guys visiting Beelzebub?”

“Yes, but if I’d have known his new little neighbor was so cute, I’d have come a lot sooner,” Asmodeus says, and you blink. Wow, okay, you’re being flirted with, right? As he stares at you, his eyes almost seem to glow, but that’s definitely just a trick of the light.

“Stop it,” Satan says, moving around you to stand next to Asmodeus. “I’m sorry about him. He’s a charmer, but don’t pay him any mind.”

“Okay,” you say hesitantly, looking between the three of them. Asmodeus frowns a little, and you see Beelzebub and Satan exchanging looks. You were reminded of when Beelzebub had told you about his brothers- he was right, they are weird. “Well, I’ll leave you to it,” you say, “and again, it was nice meeting you.”

They let you go then, thankfully, and you’re left to your thoughts as you hear Beelzebub’s door close too. What an odd bunch, you think, kicking off your shoes. Really, you’d thought Beelzebub had been exaggerating, but after this… well, probably not. And this was only two of his six brothers! What were the rest of them like, and what had their childhood been like, to make them all so different?

Telling yourself it was none of your business, you decide to make lunch, setting your phone on the counter. You haven't been cooking long before it buzzes, so you lean over, checking the message.

It’s Beelzebub!

Beelzebub: Hey, I’m sorry if Asmo made you uncomfortable. He can be a lot when you first meet him :/

You: no worries! he seems like an eclectic character, but it works for him haha

Beelzebub: This may seem like a weird question, but did you feel anything when he was looking at you earlier?

You pause to consider the question. Is he jealous, asking if you were interested in his brother? The thought sends a tingle down your spine, but that doesn’t seem exactly right. Beelzebub’s never seemed like the jealous type, and he seems almost cautious.

You: no? should I have?

Beelzebub: No, nothing like that. I just wanted to make sure he didn't make you

Beelzebub: Uncomfortable, or something.

You: not at all lol

A few minutes go by and you assume Beelzebub’s finished with the conversation. Returning to your abandoned lunch, you finish up cooking, deciding to sit at the island and eat. You can hear muffled sounds from Beelzebub’s apartment, which is a rarity. Usually, he’s so silent you hardly know if he’s there or not. It must be his brothers’ influence, as most of it sounds like laughter.

Time flies by as you fall into a routine, settling fully into your new apartment. You run into Beelzebub here and there, along with some of your other neighbors, but really, there’s not another incident that forces you together like the ones in the past. You’re a little disappointed, but saying hello to him in the hall is pretty nice, especially since he always gives you this sweet, excited smile.

You haven’t met any more of his brothers, unfortunately, but the memory of Asmodeus and Satan never fails to bring a smile to your face. You wonder if Beelzebub had talked about you to them, if that’s why Asmodeus had been so insistent on talking to you. It’s an odd thought, especially paired with the general weirdness that had surrounded him, but definitely not an unwelcome one.

“Excuse me,” someone says, startling you from your thoughts. You apologize and move out of the way, realizing you had been blocking the produce. This isn’t the first time you’ve been distracted thinking about Beelzebub, but it never fails to embarrass you when it happens.

Finishing up your shopping, you carry the bags back to your apartment building, enjoying the walk. It’s a nice day, and the bustle of the city is comforting and lively. Your building isn’t far from the store, so it doesn't take you long at all to step into the lobby, heading right for the elevator.

There’s a guy in there when you step in, slouched against the wall, but he pays you no mind so you do the same, glad your floor is already pressed so you don't have to ask him to press it. The elevator begins moving upwards like normal, but somewhere around the third floor it jolts to a stop, and you catch yourself on the hand railing. You look over at the guy, just as the lights go out.

You swear they’re glowing a faint purple color, but before you can determine if your eyes are just playing tricks on you due to the sudden darkness, the backup lights kick on, illuminating everything dimly.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you mutter, and the guy raises an eyebrow.

“Does this happen often?”

It doesn’t, actually, and you tell him as much. You’ve never had any problems with the elevator before this- sure, it was old, but you’d never got stuck or heard of anyone else getting stuck in it!

“Try the emergency phone,” you say, and the guy leans down, opening up the panel. He pulls the phone off of the receiver, but you’re dismayed to hear an odd, prolonged beep instead of the dial tone. “Crap, okay. I’m going to call my neighbor and tell him we’re stuck in here so he can let the landlady know.”

He simply nods so you pull up Beelzebub’s contact, pressing call. It only rings a few times before he thankfully picks up.

“MC? What’s up?”

“I’m stuck in the elevator,” you say, and hear him inhale sharply. “We seem stable enough, so I’m not super concerned about it, but I want to get out of here.”

“Tell him the phone doesn't work,” the guy says, and you nod.

“Who was that,” Beelzebub asks, apparently able to hear him.

"The guy who's also in here." You give the guy an awkward smile, feeling rude for talking about him when he can hear. “What’s your name,” you ask, and the guy yawns before answering.

“Belphegor.”

You repeat the name to Beelzebub, who makes a weird noise.

“Okay, weird coincidence, but I think you’re in there with my twin.” Beelzebub’s voice sounds a little strangled. You jerk your head over to Belphegor, who’s staring at the ground tiredly. He looks nothing like Beelzebub, but then again, neither did Asmodeus or Satan, and really, it’s not like he has a common name.

“No way,” you say, before raising your voice slightly. “Hey, are you related to Beelzebub?”

Belphegor’s eyes snap to yours, and again, you’re reminded of that eerie purple glow. Once is easy enough to pass off, but both his and Asmodeus’ eyes glowing? Weird.

Bigger problems, you remind yourself.

“Yeah, why?”

“I’m on the phone with him right now,” you say, putting Beelzebub on speakerphone. “Say hello.”

“Beel?” Belphegor asks. “This is your neighbor?”

“Uh, yes?” Beelzebub says. “Has Asmodeus been running his mouth again?”

“He always does.” Belphegor rolls his eyes. “Anyway, can you get us out of here? We’ve got to get to that meeting.”

Beelzebub chuckles. “Sure thing. I’ll call you back when I contact who I need to. Hang on.”

Beelzebub hands up then, leaving you and Belphegor in silence. “So, you’re his twin?” you venture and Belphegor flicks his bangs out of his eyes.

“I am. And you’re his neighbor. MC, right?”

Beelzebub must talk about you! Or Asmodeus, based on what Beelzebub had said on the phone. Either way, it was a thrilling thing to be aware of.

“That I am. It’s nice to meet you.”

You continue chatting for a few more minutes before you feel your phone buzz and eagerly answer it, putting Beelzebub on speakerphone once again.

“Bad news,” Beelzebub says, and your heart drops. What could he mean by that? “The landlady won’t answer. My next step is to call the fire department but I thought I should let you guys know first.”

“The fire department?” you echo, dismayed. The one time the landlady isn’t picking up…

“Beelzebub, we don’t have that kind of time,” Belphegor says. “We need to get to R.A.D. ASAP. Are we sure we can’t just tell them? There’s no other way.”

Tell you what?

“Lucifer’ll want to kill us,” Beelzebub says, and Belphegor shrugs, even though Beelzebub can’t see him.

“That’s nothing new. But really, you like them, don’t you? And they don’t seem like the type to blab.”

“I don’t appreciate being spoken about as if I’m not there,” you say, more firmly than you feel. “If one of you could please explain, that’d be great.”

“Sorry, MC,” Beelzebub apologizes, putting you a little bit at ease. “Belphie and I have an appointment we simply can not miss. It’s a matter of interworld diplomacy. What Belphie is about to do, you can’t tell anyone.”

Interworld diplomacy? “What’s he going to do?”

“Teleportation,” Belphegor answers, and your jaw drops.

“Okay, you guys are officially crazy,” you say, and Belphegor sighs. “Oh, god, I’m trapped in an elevator with an insane person.”

“We’re not crazy,” Beelzebub promises. “Look, just let Belphegor do his thing and you’ll be out of the elevator, safe and sound. Doesn’t that sound nice.”

Despite the ludicrousness of the entire situation, you can't help but trust Beelzebub, at least a little bit. “Fine,” you eventually say. “Please make this quick.”

You don’t believe you’re actually going to get teleported- after all, who would? - but it can't hurt to comply. You hang up the phone and Belphegor takes your hand, making you swallow nervously. What is he going to do?

Belphegor mutters something, too low for you to hear, and before you know it, you’re enveloped in that same glowing purple light you’d seen in his eyes earlier. You can’t describe how it feels to be displaced like that. It’s incredibly disorienting and when you get to your destination, you stumble. Beelzebub catches you as you look around wildly.

“You’re in my apartment,” Beelzebub soothes, and you realize that you are, in fact, where he says.

“Holy shit,” you say, “I just got teleported. What is wrong with you guys?”

“That’s not a very nice thing to say to someone who just got you out of a stuck elevator,” Belphegor says with another yawn. “But for your information, we’re demons.”

You stagger away from Beelzebub, sitting heavily on his couch. “Demons,” you echo reedily. “Of course.”

“I know this is a big shock,” Beelzebub says, “but it’s the truth. I’m Beelzebub, Avatar of Gluttony, and Belphie is the Avatar of Sloth. Satan and Asmo are Wrath and Lust, respectively.”

“Demons,” you say again. “Okay. Um, do you guys like, eat people?”

Beelzebub winces. “Um, only their souls. And only every once in a while. But!” he continues, seeing your expression, “I swear they’re bad people. And there’s a lot of paperwork involved. It’s definitely not my favorite activity.”

You put a hand to your forehead. “Wow. This is a lot.”

Beelzebub nods seriously. “I get that. If you don’t want to ever talk to me I understand.”

You look at him, meeting those now familiar eyes. His face is as open and sincere as always, and you're reminded of just how good he is. You don’t really know anything about demons, but none of them had seemed like agents of the underworld. He, and his brothers, had all been pretty cool.

“I don’t want that,” you admit. “But no more teleporting, got that?”

Relief breaks out across Beelzebub’s face. “Got it. Thank you for not running out of here screaming. Very few humans know about us.”

“So is there like a whole community of you or something?” you ask, but before Beelzebub can respond, Belphegor clears his throat.

“Beel, we’ve got to get to that meeting.”

“You’re right.” Beelzebub sighs. “MC, I promise I’ll answer any questions you have once we get back. You’re welcome to wait here if you wish, but of course, you can go back to your apartment too. It may take some time for us to return since I’ll have to file an incident report with Lucifer, my oldest brother, but I’ll text you when I’m almost done.”

“Okay,” you agree warily, and before you know it, Beelzebub and Belphegor are stepping through another purple portal. You’ve seen and experienced it, but you’re still having a hard time believing that people can freaking teleport.

Deciding you really need your bed, you make the trek back to your apartment, putting the almost forgotten about grocery bags on the counter. You let out a muffled yell into your blankets before rolling over onto your back. Fact: Beelzebub was a demon. Fact: Beelzebub was one of the sweetest, kindest people you’d ever met.

Okay, so what if they’re demons? you rationalize. It’s weird, yes, and unbelievable, but real, as proven by you getting freaking teleported. You’d always prided yourself on your ability to just roll with things so you could just add this to the list. Magic and demons and soul-eating we’re all things you could come to terms with.

Really, you almost think something’s wrong with you. You’re freaked, but not nearly as much as you should be. You’d already been picking up on weird things, like the fast, unexplainable movements, or the glowing eyes crap. You had been fine hanging with him when you had known that Beelzebub was a little strange, but now that you had a name for it you were being a chicken? Absolutely not.

The reveal hadn’t made a dent in the attraction you felt for Beelzebub. Really, your emotions were the same, it was just your mind that was struggling to come to terms with everything. You definitely still wanted to interact with Beelzebub, and really, it seemed like he wanted that too, so the only thing you could do - you would do - is get over it.

Mind made up, you rolled back out of bed. Beelzebub had said he was the Avatar of Gluttony, right? That surely applied to food, you think, remembering how you’d seen him eat. Maybe you could make him something.

When Beelzebub came back, Belphegor in tow, you were ready for them. You spent a long time discussing things, but in the end, you all agreed that this was okay, and it didn’t really change anything. You and Beelzebub were still friends, and now you were cool with Belphegor too, so everything was just fine.

(“Belphie,” Belphegore had said. “Call me Belphie.”

“Oh, if you’re doing that then call me Beel,” Beelzebub added, and you beamed at the both of them.)

They explained everything that was happening between the and Lucifer who was, apparently, pretty pissed that they had revealed themselves to you. According to Belphie, he’d been ready to punish them both when the prince of the entire realm had pardoned them. And oh yeah, the prince wanted to meet you, so that was something you’d be doing.

But really, everything was fine and you went to bed that night happy, a new contact for Belphie on your phone.

Which has led you to this: Asmodeus blowing up your phone, because, somehow, he’d gotten your number from Belphie.

“Who’s texting you so much?” Beel asks you, and you flip your screen to show him.

“Your brother. He sure is funny.” You’re not being serious, exactly, but Beelzebub’s eyes still snap to yours.

“He is? Not annoying? MC, I can get him to stop texting you if you want.”

His weird tone catches your attention and you frown. “No, it’s fine. Beel,” you say slowly, almost disbelieving, “are you jealous?”

Beel shrugs, looking down. “So what if I am? You were my, uh, friend first and I don’t want your attention to be monopolized.”

You squint at him. You’re pretty sure he likes you, and you don't exactly hide how you feel about him, but you hadn’t yet found the need to directly address it, liking the current relationship you have just fine.

There had been a shift, after your big talk about the demon thing, like he felt like he could finally be completely open with you. You’ve just been doing your best to take it in stride, something you hope he’s appreciated.

“Well, don’t worry about that,” you promise him. “You’re always going to be my favorite.”

Beel blushes then, and you hide your smile as you return to your phone, continuing the conversation with Asmodeus. You feel his eyes on you every once in a while, so you look up, smiling gently. You never could have thought that buying this apartment would have led to this whole new world and a guy like you’ve never found before. It’s amazing, really, and you don’t regret it for one second.

“What are you thinking about?” Beel asks, and you turn towards him.

“Why?”

“You’ve just got this look on your face. It’s really… I can’t explain it, but it's good.”

You laugh. “I’m thinking about how lucky I am to have met you. I can hardly imagine life without you and your brothers.”

“My time with you has been some of my best time on this earth,” Beel says, and the admission shocks you. You’ve been learning more and more about his history, so you know he’s had a lot of time. “And speaking of, some of my other brothers want to meet you. And Diavolo’s been asking about you.”

“As in, me to go down to the Devildom?”

Beel nods. “If you want. They don’t want to make you uncomfortable, though, so if you’d prefer to meet up here that’s viable too.”

“I’d love to go done there and meet everyone. Plus, I’d like to see your home and see you in your home element.” You stretch, cracking your back. “I’ve heard so much about this demon form that I’ve found I’m quite curious.”

“It’s not that cool,” Beel says, and you lean over to jab at him, lightly. You don’t want to break your fingers on his muscles, after all.

“Don’t say that! I’m sure it’s very cool!”

“Alright, alright,” Beel acquiesces, laughing. “I’ll start planning a visit then. It’s been too long since I’ve been down there for anything but business.”

“Good.”

Weekend bag packed, you knock on the door to Beel’s apartment, nervously gripping the strap. You’re reminded of the first time you had done this, when the food delivery service had gone to the wrong address. It feels like so long ago!

“You ready?” Beel asks, opening the door. “I’ve got everything set up.”

“Let’s do this,” you say, with a little more confidence than you feel. You’re still not that comfortable with magic, and the idea of meeting everyone is a little nerve-wracking. But you’re excited, too.

“Awesome,” Beel says, leading you to the living room. He performs the same incantation (you think that’s what it’s called?) as Belphie had, and a portal opens up. It’s red, this time, and you wonder if that has to do with the fact that it was Beel who made it. You’ll have to ask at some point.

Beel takes your hand, and you warm at the touch. His palm is rough and his hand almost dwarves yours, reminding you of just how large Beel is, something you’d grown used to in your time spent with him. He gives you another one of those earnest, sweet grins and waits for you to step through, letting you go at your own pace.

It’s less disorienting, this time, maybe because you’ve teleported once before, but it’s still a shock to look around and see a place so odd-looking. The sky is dark and red-tinges, and a large manor stands in front of you, dead trees ringed around it. A crow, or something like it, caws in the distance, and involuntarily, you shiver.

“All right?” Beel asks, and you nod.

“So this is the Devildom, huh? It’s really cool!”

“I’m glad you think so.” Beel makes no move to pull his hand from yours so you keep yours there as well. “This is my brothers and I’s home, the House of Lamentation.”

“Sick name,” you murmur as Beel leads you through the thick, wrought iron gate. Brown grass covers the ground, and bushes and other plants edge the house, but they’re nothing like you’ve ever seen before. it’s absolutely amazing. As you get up closer to the house, someone opens the door and welcomes you in.

“Hello,” he says, “I am Lucifer, eldest and Avatar of Pride. It is an honor to meet you.” His sharp red eyes flick down to your joined hands and you sheepishly pull away to shake his hand.

“It’s very nice to meet you too,” you say. “I’m MC. You have a beautiful home.”

“Thank you,” Lucifer says. “Everyone is in the sitting room if you’d like to proceed there.”

He’s much more old-fashioned than his brothers, but it suits him well. He leads you through the twisting halls with ease, pace measured. You trail behind, looking at everything with wide eyes. Only Beel’s hand on your back keeps you from slowing to a stop to examine anything further.

Everyone stands when you walk in, and you notice Asmodeus sending you a fluttering wave. You return it, making him beam. You go through introductions and it’s nice to finally be able to put a face to some of the names. You feel like you know them all already, at least a little bit, from Beel’s stories and anecdotes.

“And this is Lord Diavolo,” Lucifer says, gesturing to a red-headed man. He grins at you, canines sharp in the light.

“Um, I’m afraid I don’t know the rules here, so should I bow or something?" you ask, and he laughs.

“Not it all. It’s so nice to finally meet you! When the twins told me they revealed themselves to you, I was so surprised. They tend to stick to themselves and are pretty fastidious in their efforts to remain concealed.”

“As I said, it was an emergency,” Belphie intones, and Diavolo laughs again.

“I know, I know. I’m merely teasing. I think it’s nice Beelzebub’s made a friend. Or maybe more,” he amends, raising an eyebrow, and your cheeks heat.

You spend the next few minutes getting to know them all better before Diavolo sighs, lacing his fingers together. “MC, I’ll admit I had a special reason for wanting to meet you. I think it’s time Beelzebub comes back to the Devildom.”

Your stomach drops. Never in a million years could you have imagined that this is what he wanted to talk with you about!

“Wha-” Beel begins, but you cut him off.

“Of course. I understand. Beel is very important to you all and does important work for the Devildom. I totally get it.” Your hands are clenched into fists and you have to choke the words out.

“No, please, you didn't let me finish,” Diavolo says concernedly. “I wanted to invite you to take part in an exchange program. You’d join us down here for a year, attending our school. It’s part of my diplomacy plan to bring this, the human realm, and the angel realm closer together.”

The relief you feel is heady; you can barely hear him over your heartbeat, elation soaring through you.

“Now, I’d understand if you needed some time to think about it,” Diavolo continues. “A year is a long time and you have a life up in the human realm.”

“No,” you blurt out. “I’d love it.”

Diavolo grins again, clapping his hands. “Great! I’m glad we got that out of the way. I’ll have Barbatos draw up the paperwork and get you all of the official information and everything, but for now, we should continue to talk!”

Conversation flows easily and freely among you all. All of the brothers are so different and fun and you can easily see yourself falling into place among them. It almost feels as if you were meant for this, meant to be with them. But no, you’re just being silly.

Beel seems so happy with them. Even when he’s not talking, he’s got a little smile on your face, paying attention to whoever's speaking. It’s cute, and he definitely catches you looking at him more than once.

Eventually, real life catches up with them all, and you break apart so everyone can take care of their business. For you that's getting settled into your room, making yourself at home. It’s the first time you and Beel have been alone since you’d arrived, and you can’t help but wonder what he thought of your decision to join the exchange program.

“This is wonderful!” you gush, looking at the tree in the middle of the room. “Everything is so cool.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Beel says, rubbing the back of his head. “You know, since you’ll be here for a whole year and all.”

“Are you okay with that?” you ask seriously. “I said yes but if you’d rather me not come down here then I’d totally respect that too.”

“Of course I am!” Beel exclaims. “Why would you think that! I’d love having you down here, I love y-” He cuts off suddenly, snapping his mouth shut, eyes wide. You gape at him. There’s only one thing that that sentence could have finished with, and though you’ve known he’s liked you, you had no idea his feelings ran that deep.

Not that you’re complaining, though.

“What was that?’ you ask sweetly, drawing up closer to him. His ears are red again.

“I, um, like you a lot,” Beel says, and you can’t stop a smile from spreading across your face.

“I like you a lot too.” You’re almost in his space then, but he doesn’t look like he particularly minds. “I’m glad we’re on the same page, then. Otherwise, this would be a bit awkward.”

Pulling him down to your level is a bit awkward, but Beel complies easily enough. His lips are warm, like the rest of him, and slightly chapped. All in all, it’s the best kiss you’ve ever had and you don’t hesitate to take a second, then a third, continuing until you lose count.

“Was that okay?” you ask, looking up at him. “I probably should have asked or something.”

“More than okay,” Beel replies, cupping your jaw with his hand. It makes your heart race like the first time you’d seen him and you hope that feeling never goes away. “MC, I-”

Whatever he’s going to say gets cut off again, this time, by someone else.

“Whoah!” Mammon says from the doorway. “Ya should've shut the door if you were going to do that. Wait a damn minute, you two are doing that! I won the bet!” He cackles. “I’m rich.”

“Go away, Mammon,” Beel says, pushing the door shut. Vaguely, you can still hear him crowing about his victory, but soon enough you’re distracted by Beel kissing you again.

As he pulls you into him, wrapping those strong arms around you, you think Ah, life is good . You’re about to spend a year in the coolest place ever, with the coolest people ever, and you’re kissing your boyfriend? partner? (whatever, you’ll figure that out later) who’s the hottest guy you’d ever laid your eyes on. You’ve never felt more thankful for your dumb decision to carry more than you were able to.

leviathans-watching's work - please do not copy, repost, or claim as your own

411 notes · View notes

satansreadingglasses · 2 years

Text

Midnight Snack

Sub!Beelzebub x GN reader. 1.9k words.

Warnings- Food play, slight master kink, reader has a pre-established crush on Beel, biting

a/n. i dee kay if this is my best work, it felt kinda rushed. Hopefully it’s not too confusing. <3

You stumbled into the kitchen, barely awake. But you couldn't go back to sleep without eating something, your stomach was what had gotten you out of bed. You had walked around the house of Lamentation for what felt like an hour, gotten scolded by Asmo for waking him up, and finally getting to the kitchen.

The fridge was full of food with post it notes saying Beel on them in big red letters. You finally found something without a note on it. It was a can of whipped cream. You sighed and grabbed it, then shut the fridge. Beel was standing in the kitchen entrance. You jumped then sighed again.

“Jesus Beel…” You popped the cap off the whipped cream. “What’re you doing up?” He asked, his voice a bit deeper than normal. You’d never heard his morning voice before, he was always especially quiet during breakfast in the mornings, and you had to admit, you liked it. “Hungry.” You said and sprayed the whipped cream on the back of your hand and licked it off.

He was staring at you the whole time, and you thought about just turning around and saving yourself the trouble. “Perv.” You mumbled and flipped around, spraying more in your mouth before putting it on the counter. You glanced at him as you walked by.

He grabbed onto your waist to stop you from leaving. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You couldn’t tell if he was being genuine when he asked, or if that was just his tone. “It means I can see when you stare.” You ran a hand through your hair quickly and crossed your arms.

He rubbed your hip with his thumb and looked down at your body. “Ah.” His face was a soft pink color. You waited another second, he just licked his bottom lip and kept staring. “Are you just gonna stare at me?!” You tilted your head and looked up at him. God he was tall. He rested his free hand on your cheek and pulled you up to meet his lips. Your eyes were blown wide, you couldn’t pull away.

You felt his tongue brush against your lower lip, so you quickly shut your eyes and opened your mouth. You leaned into him, though your arms were stiff at your sides. His tongue moved around your mouth, and eventually you gained the courage to do something instead. You started to suck on his tongue, earning a small groan from him and his grip on your waist and cheek tightened.

You still couldn’t move your arms, but your mouth was working just fine. Finally, after what seemed like too short of a time, he pulled away and inhaled deeply. His eyes scanned your face now, rubbing the side of it gently. His face was a dark red and his mouth slightly ajar. He looked stunned. You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed by the constant staring.

“Jeez Beel…” You said, once again, and covered your mouth with your hand. There was a small bit of saliva in the corner of your mouth, you tried your best to subtly wipe it away. “I-I’m going to bed.” You needed to get away before he did anything else. It wasn’t like you would stop him, the opposite actually. You were worried you wouldn’t be able to tell him to stop. Because you were so in love with him.

“Please don’t leave.” He whispered. You stayed put, willing and ready to do whatever he said. “I won’t.” You whispered back, your heart was pounding in your ears as he took your hand and pulled you back into the kitchen. He sat you on the counter and rested his head on your shoulder. You grinned and stroked his hair, you could feel his pulse racing. He slipped his hand on top of yours and intertwined your fingers.

You smiled to yourself, enjoying the moment. When you felt something against your leg. You glanced down and saw him grinding on your leg, practically panting into your shoulder. You resisted the urge to scold him, and instead let go of his hand. He looked up at you, his forehead has a thin layer of sweat covering it. You grabbed the can of whipped cream, and sprayed a small dollop onto the back of his hand.

He watched intently as you brought his hand to your mouth and started to lick it clean. Once it was gone you moved down and gently licked at his fingers as well. He had stopped grinding now, too focused on your mouth. You gulped and set his hand down. “Hey…” He mumbled. You shushed him quickly, and lifted his shirt up. You tried to avoid eye contact while you did so, he pulled it off the rest of the way and then you looked him up and down.

Your eyes trailed down his body, trying not to show how you were feeling. Though he could probably tell by now. Your eyes stayed glued to his torso, his chest, his abs, all of it. You couldn’t get enough. “I thought you didn’t like staring.” He smirked and subtly flexed. You covered his mouth with your hand. “It’s different when I do it. Now be a good boy and shut up.” You looked up at him, his eyes were full of something you couldn't quite place. Like he was about to cry, but in a hot way. You caressed his face and wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him into you.

You shook the whipped cream can then shook it aggressively. You sprayed another dollop on his collar bone. You gently cupped his chin and turned his head to the side so you could get a good angle. You leaned in and started licking and sucking the whipped cream off of him. You heard him whimper quietly and squirm against your legs. Once the cream was gone, you started to bite gently. After you were satisfied with your work you stood from the counter.

The height difference that had intimidated you before, only made you more turned on as he looked down at you with a wanting look in his eye. You sat him on the counter now and pushed him backwards, so he was laying on his back. He had a small smile on his face as he stared up at the ceiling. You leaned over and started spraying the whipped cream wherever you saw fit. On his waist, just below his neck, on his stomach, and you didn’t stop until there were small white streaks all over his torso.

You grinned and climbed up on the counter. “Oops. I made a mess.” You shrugged nonchalantly and leaned down to kiss his jawline. You started licking and sucking again on his pecs, slowly getting to his nipples. You bit gently, just to see what he would do, and you were nicely surprised when he bucked his hips into your crotch and slapped his hand over his mouth to hold back a loud moan. You bit his nipple a few more times, drooling all over him at this point. You pinched his other gently and smiled as he failed to hold back a few more moans.

He shivered when you pulled away from his chest, then stared down at you lovingly as you drug your tongue down his abdomen. You would occasionally leave small bite marks, but you were too impatient to spend anymore time sucking and creating more hickeys. Once all the cream was gone you stood. He tried to sit up, but you quickly shoved him back down. “Not yet, baby.” You cooed and dipped your fingers underneath the waistband of his pants. He was panting now. You hadn’t expected him to be loud at all during sex. Not that you had thought about having sex with him, not at all. But this was so much more than you could have ever imagined.

Even if he wasn’t saying words, the noises he made were enough to tell you how good you were doing. You finally started to pull his pants down, you smiled when you saw his boxers. You tugged his sweats all the way down to the floor, and then looked down at him.

How hard he was. How… big he was. You hadn’t even seen it yet, and you were already dumbfounded. “Mm…” He whimpered and tossed his head to the side. “What was that, baby boy?” You cooed, teasing him. Trying to keep your cool. “Master…” He whined and huffed. Your eyes went wide again and you pulled his boxers down to his thighs in one swift movement. He winced slightly at the feeling of the cool air, you could see the goosebumps on his thighs. You swallowed hard and set your hands on his thighs, squeezing tightly.

He was looking at you now. His face was contorted into a face of pleasure and embarrassment as you squeezed his thighs and got closer to his hard cock. You grinned. “All this, and I haven’t even touched you.” You tilted your head and scoffed quietly. “Yes~” His voice cracked slightly. “Yes, all f-or you.”

You couldn’t help the blush that came on your face now, and you didn’t mind. You wanted him to know you thought it was so fucking cute. “Good boy.” You let go of his thighs and grabbed the can of whipped cream. You hesitated and looked down at the scene before you, as if you were an artist planning their next move.

You pushed his legs apart and sprayed some of the cream on his upper thighs. Instead of licking, you started to spread it around with your finger, making patterns with it in his leg. You stuck your finger in your mouth once you’d finished, smiling at the taste of the sweet cream.

You looked at his other thigh and did the same, this time you reached over and stuck your finger into Beel’s mouth. He sucked on it obediently, you bit your lower lip as you felt his tongue around your finger. You pulled it out and wiped it on your pants then shook up the can of whipped cream for one final time.

He watched you expectantly while you sprayed some over his cock. He bit the back of his hand so hard it could’ve bled. You smiled and set the can down. You set your hands on his cream covered thighs and slowly stuck out your tongue, then licked at the whipped cream sitting on the tip of his length. You grinned as he tossed his head back and bucked his hips towards you. “Please~...” He whimpered and was back to being a whining mess as you licked all around his dick.

You held his hips down to stop him from thrusting towards your face as you started to suck on his tip. Your mouth was filled with a mix of precum, whipped cream, and spit. It was oddly delicious. “Do-on’t stop…” he heaved and started to squirm. “Mm gonna… Gonna cum.” He groaned and you pulled your head back, swallowing the lewd concoction in your mouth, then started pumping him in your fist.

He had his eyes squeezed shut now and his mouth hung open. Within seconds he was whining louder than you’d heard yet, and his cum was dripping down your hand. You couldn’t help but stare in awe as his face twisted in pleasure from the release. After he’d finally come down from the high, you pulled his boxers back up and helped him sit up. You kissed him, and he held you tight in his arms.

“I love you…” He whispered quietly, hiding his face in your hair. You laughed quietly. “I love you too Bee.”

#Obey me smut #obey me #beelzebub x y/n #gn reader obey me #beelzebub obey me #shall we date beelzebub #beelzebub smut

418 notes · View notes

irrevocably-urs · 1 year

Text

✗ recompesame (make it up to me)

!warning: explicitcontent!vorarephilia mentions!blood mention!mature!

You opened the fridge expecting to see your yogurt untouched. You specifically labeled it with your name so none of the brothers you were living with went and ate it. But you guess that still didn’t stop this one demon from daring.

You closed your eyes tightly, refusing to believe that your yogurt was missing. Ah, I was looking forward to eating it… You thought to yourself as you closed the fridge quietly. Going up the stairs as you thought of the culprit.

First you went to Mammon’s room asking if he knew about a certain yogurt. He flatly gave you a ‘No’ before he went back to his business. Next you went to Levi’s room, he was cosplaying his beloved Ruri-chan before you so ‘rudely’ interrupted him. You quickly apologized and left him be...

I guess I’ll ask Belphie.

You slowly opened the door that led to the twin’s bedroom. You quickly looked around the room to see no one was in it. You saw this as an opportunity to invite yourself in, you closed the door behind you, hearing the shower faintly running. Making your way to the slightly opened door, you knocked before going in. You didn’t want to surprise the person on the other side.

“Who is it?”

You heard a muffled voice from the other side of the door but you already knew who it belonged to. Smiling to yourself you responded back to Beelzebub. You heard his muffled voice speak again.

“Oh come in, I just got in the shower,”

Satisfied at the invitation you closed the door behind you, locking it just in case. You immediately felt hot as the bathroom was filled with steam. You took off your zip-up hoodie hanging it on the back of the door.

“I just wanted to ask you if you knew who ate the yogurt you bought me,” You told him but it seems as if he didn't hear you. The shower blocking out your voice.

“Huh? I can’t hear you well,”

You told him again loudly, crossing your arms. You looked around the bathroom finding things you didn’t think were appealing before, really interesting now.

“I really can’t hear you,”

You let out a laugh because you knew he was doing it on purpose. Suddenly the shower was turned off, everything felt really quiet now. You stood there awkwardly, hoping he wouldn’t unexpectedly flash or something of the sort, not that you wouldn’t mind.

“Can you pass me a towel?” He asked nicely. You looked to your right, there was a closet, you assumed that was where the towels were stored. You slowly opened the door, finding no towels there. You panicked a bit.

“Uh, Beel, I don't see any towels in the closet,” You quickly voiced out. You felt something tell you to look up and you saw some white towels neatly folded. Oh, of course they are up there where I can’t reach. You rolled your eyes at the thought. You weren’t short but being tall in the human realm meant you were considered short in the Devildom.

“They’re at the top,” You heard a voice from behind you. You saw his hand reach up from above your head and grab a clean towel with ease. Goosebumps rose across your body, you could feel his body heat radiate behind you. You completely froze, not knowing if you should turn around.

After a few seconds of hearing ruffling you turned around. You immediately made eye contact with Beel. His hair was wet, water dripping from his ends as his eyes were half-lidded. His intense gaze was fixed on you and only you. You slowly looked down at his muscular-toned body then quickly back up to his eyes.

This seemed to have an effect on him, seeing as his eyebrows were furrowed together as his mouth was slightly open. He then brought his hand over your head to support his body weight as he leaned over you, easily towering over you. You slightly back up unconsciously.

“What were you saying?” He whispered next to your face, his warm breath hitting your ear softly. You looked over his figure, avoiding eye contact. “I was wondering if you knew who ate my yogurt…” You spoke softly against him. He put his other hand on your hip squeezing you softly.

“Well you caught the culprit,” He said, slowly moving his face to face yours. You gave him a look. “But you bought me it?” You were baffled. “I know, I know,” He lowered his head, speaking barely above a whisper. You hated seeing him like that. “It’s not that serious just buy me another one,” You cupped his face, making him look at you. You gave him a peck on the lips then one on his forehead. His eyes softened.

“Let me make it up to you, Princess,” His eyes laid on your lips, waiting for your permission. His hand squeezed your hips tighter, you looked up at him through your lashes. “How are you going to make it up to me?” You whisper, putting your hands on his chest, dragging them down to the towel that was loosely wrapped around his waist, laying them there increasing the tension that was already between you two. He leaned in, stopping so close to your face to the point you heard his soft breathing. His eyes seemed to get darker by each passing second as he stared into your eyes.

“You make me want to do unspeakable things to you,” He breathed out frustrated at himself. You just looked so good in front of him as he towered over you. The way you would slowly blink, your mouth slightly opened as your eyes lured him in. Your hands on his abdomen made his cock hard, it was unbearable.

“I want to eat you, every part of you… You just look.. so good below me, while you look up at me with those eyes,” He confessed, his words hitting your core. You clenched your things, looking down out of habit. “Don’t look away,” He rasped, lifting your chin with his hand.

“Then please eat me,” You brought your hands to his face pulling him to your lips and embraced him softly. You turn your head to the side, deepening the kiss. His hands slid to your lower back, pulling you closer to him. His erection made itself known against your stomach. His kisses were rough with need but somehow delicate against your lips. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, rubbing it against yours. He pushed himself sedulously against you, sliding up his hands underneath your shirt. He broke the kiss and took off your shirt, unclasping your bra with one stroke. You unzipped your skirt, letting it fall. His eyes slightly widened as he saw you had no underwear.

“Mm, was this for me?” He whispered raspily. You nodded. “Good,” He cooed as he kissed the side of your neck. His hand slid down to your ass and then to your pussy. He slid a digit across your opening then up to your clit. You moaned in surprise, he took his other hand and spread your ass giving him more access. Circling your clit softly as he bit down on your shoulder. You brace yourself against his chest as your legs become weak. He cursed quietly as he quickened his pace. Your legs trembled as he made a mess of you.

“Jump, Princess,”

You did as he said, wrapping your legs around his waist as he supported you with his arms. His towel slid off, his cock hit your cunt as it stood up. “Fuck,” He cursed under his breath, feeling your juices drip down to his member. You slowly moved your hips against his cock earning quiet moans from him as he walked towards the shower.

He carefully let you down once you were both in the shower. He turned away from you to turn it on, you moved closer behind him sliding your hands around his waist. You touched his abs, rubbing your hands on him. The warm water fell down on him, he visibly twitched as you wrapped your hands around his cock. You slowly jerked him, his member was thick, the right length slightly curving up. You squeezed his tip gently and earned a moan from his sweet lips. You kissed his back, increasing your movement. Encouraging his orgasm.

“Just like that, F-fuck,” He whined as used his hand to support himself on the wall infront of him. His chest heaved rapidly as he let out low, dry moans. He praised you as you helped him reach his high.

He turned around urgently, backing you up against the cold wall. You let out a gasp at the cold contact, looking up at him waiting for his next move. He smiled as he planted a kiss on your forehead. “Let me take care of you now,” He let out dryly, lifting one of your legs while hooking his hand under your knee. “Open your mouth,” He rasped. You opened your mouth willingly, he inserted two digits as he watched your mouth intently.

“Suck on them,”

You gaze into his eyes looking at him with desire. You wrap your mouth around and press your tongue flatly against his fingers as you suck them fervently. His breath hitched as he found himself not being able to look away. You twirl your tongue before slowly going down and deep-throating his fingers with ease.

Beelzebub took his fingers out your mouth and pressed them against your cunt. You gasp, grabbing a hold of his arm as he stimulates your clit without warning. “Mhm!” You cry out, throwing your head back. “Yeah?” He moaned into your ear. You trembled underneath his touch, your breathing became ragged. “Don’t I make you feel good?” He uttered next to you. You attempted to grind your hips against his hand but he only pushed up your leg stopping you from doing so. “Yes, you do,” You drag out, whining as the position he puts you in exposes your clit to him.

“I’m so close,” You look at him as you dig your nails on his arm. He licked his lips as he watched you underneath him.

“You look so pretty right now,” He groaned as he felt his cock twitch. Your moans got louder as you were nearing your high, you squeezed your eyes feeling it. His name spilled out of your mouth countlessly as he made a mess of you. “Fuck, Beel-” You were cut off as he stopped. You unconsciously whined as your heartbeat began to calm down and the feeling in your stomach slowly retracted.

“Shh, I’ll make you feel even better now,” He reassured you as he grabbed your other leg and pushed you up against the wall, holding you with his arms. He positioned his cock on top of your cunt as he slowly stroked himself on your swollen clit.

“Stop teasing,” You pleaded as you grew impatient. He listened to you and moved his hips back and slowly pushed his cock into your pussy. You cry as he stretches you out. You could never get used to it.

“Ohh, fuck,” He dragged out lowly as he felt your hot core envelope his cock. You moan as he starts thrusting slowly. You glance down as he disappears into you and back out repeatedly. The action makes you more aroused, you pinch your breasts as you bite down on your lip.

“You take me so good. It’s like I was made for you,” He panted as he picked up the pace. You look at him, watching his face contour as he gazes back at you. The action was intimate, you felt your heart flutter as the sensation overwhelmed you. You felt goosebumps as he didn’t look away.

“Your smell is so intoxicating.. I want to eat every part of you until we’re whole as one,” He gritted through his teeth as he matched his thrusts with each word he spoke. Your eyes rolled back at the sudden harsh strokes. He was so deep inside you, you felt him in your guts. “Yes, yes,” You rambled as he made you feel good, so good.

He bit down on your neck earning a dry moan from your lips. He sucked harshly, probably leaving you a bruise. He licked away the blood that prickled through your skin. His tongue felt hot against your bruised skin. You place your hands on his shoulders as he moves you close to him, supporting you with his hands as your legs are over his arms.

“You’re so deep inside me,” You moan into his ear as you hug him over his shoulders for more support. You tug at his hair as he thrusts faster, hitting you deeper. You try to quiet your moans as you were right next to him.

“Don’t, let me hear your voice,” He growled, slowing down his strokes. You nodded your head. “Please don’t stop,” You begged him to continue and so he did. You thanked him and gripped his hair harder as he went even faster than before.

“Does it feel good?” he questioned, his voice trembling. He was close you could tell. “Because it feels really good,” He added, kissing the spot he bruised. “Oh, just like that Beel,” You praised as your mind couldn’t think correctly.

Your legs spasmed as your heartbeat quickened and your breathing became uneven. You curl your toes as you let out a cry. “Oh, I’m coming,” You cry as you dig your nails into his back.

“That’s it,” He encouraged you, maintaining the same pace. You clench around his cock as your legs quivered. You murmured sweet nothings as he rode you through your climax.

His cock twitched at your praises, hitting him straight down there. He went faster now seeking his own high. You sucked on his neck then moved to his ear, nibbling on his earlobe. “You’re doing so good baby,” You whisper sweetly, tugging at his wet hair. He groaned deeply, his thrusts faltering. To tip him over you hold his neck gently propping his head up as you plant kisses on his jaw. Then you moved underneath and sucked on his skin, leaving him hickeys.

You moan as he hits one last hard stroke before he takes himself out and comes. You could hear his soft grunting as his cock twitched against your cunt, his seed spilling out. You both stayed in that position, both of your chests heaving up and down in sync. “That was amazing,” You complimented, earning a chuckle from him.

“We’re just getting started, Princess,”

147 notes · View notes