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☁︎⋅ General Headcanons⛓️

I wasn't sure what you wanted, so I decided to do both sfw and nsfw headcanons!

Featuring: Beelzebub and Belphegor x MC | MDNI under the cut!

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SFW Headcanons:

𓎩 It's no surprise that both brothers are doing everything they can to care for you and making sure you're comfortable. Lots of nights are filled with movie and snack binging in the attic, you settled between them comfortably.

𓎩 The two often bicker about who you get to cuddle with or even just being spoiled in general. At times, you have to threaten that you won't cuddle either of them just so they settle down. Sometimes they do, sometimes they start playing tug of war with your arms, Beel winning, obviously.

𓎩 You and Belphie often help Beel work out by being his weights. You two could sit on his back or dangle off his arms and he'd carry you both with ease. This makes his job really easy when he's carrying one or both of you back to bed.

𓎩 Belphegor uses both of your guys' legs at once as a pillow, sprawling all over and instantly passing out. Beel can only let out a fond sigh as you stroke Belphie's hair. So you have to deal not just with Beelzebub's constant snacking and taking your food, but Belphegor using you as a pillow. Why choose when you can have both?

𓎩 Imagine going to a festival with them and they're trying to impress you in different ways. Belphegor is surprisingly good at certain games, always giving you the biggest, softest plushies and Beelzebub's buying all kinds of food to let you two try.

𓎩 (Kinda angsty) It's unfortunately common that they'd still get nightmares about the Celestial War and the events. Beelzebub still keeps the secret that he chose to save Belphegor from the arrows and not Lilith, and Belphegor constantly thinks about losing Beel so he often sleeps the entire day, giving himself better dreams until he feels better enough to wake up. You are always there to comfort both of them, and they'd never replace that for anything.

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Men who have such big dicks that you make them hold your hands when you're riding them. Bouncing on his dick coated in your arousal, going on your own pace until you feel your legs go numb and the feeling of him filled in you was making you more cock drunk. You slowly got rid of his hands on your hips and instead hold his hands as support while you slowly bounce up and down on his cock until a white ring forms around his dick as he fills you up with his seed.

Gojo, Geto, toji, GALLLAGHERRRR, BOOTHILL, Sampo Koski, Jing Yuan, Mydei, Kenpachi, Grimmjow, Tengen, Gyomei (ughiluvgyomei) Diavolo, BEELLLL (lovethismantoooml) and ofc Ur favs!!

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In honour of their birthday, here are some headcanons of Beel and Belphie x MC (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) (both separate and Attic Club Sandwich)

CW: Oral sex, threesome, foodplay, dry humping, NSFW under cut

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SFW:

Beelzebub:

❤️ You're taking Beel out on his birthday, spoiling him with the finest cuisine for the majority of the day. He's in a good mood, being able to save some meals to take home for Belphie and possibly the rest of the family.

❤️ You two would go shopping as well, buying snacks or souvenirs. Beel would let you decide what looks good on him like little accessories or even full on outfits for certain occasions.

❤️ Cuddling in front of the TV and watching cooking shows is his usually favourite past time with you but on his birthday, he pays no attention to the screen and looks at you, spending time just reminiscing on past memories or admiring you.

❤️ Always saying sweet words like how much he loves that you're a part of the family and how you make him feel more full than anything he's ever eaten.

Belphegor:

💜Belphie is not one to really go all out on his birthday, but he'll take the advantage so you could spoil him the entire day. He'd love to keep you in the attic the whole time, but there are some things he really does want to show you.

💜 He'll take you to get your fortune read with him, despite being fully confident in what the future will look like with you. If you'll let him, Belphie will take time and explain to you what the different tarot cards mean if you didn't know yet.

💜 You two would also find the most secluded area with relaxing background noise, such as a lazily flowing stream or a weak wind rustling the trees. He sits you down and watches constellations with you, pointing out the stars him and Beel are, but also the one that belongs to you.

💜 It surprises Belphie greatly how easy it was to pass time here and he didn't feel as tired. He's almost afraid to go to sleep now in case you mysteriously disappeared somewhere. It's been a long time since he's felt this content and willing to be awake.

Attic Club Sandwich:

✦ The twins are both clingier than ever as they get to have you for the entire day just for themselves. You spend most of the early day going out to eat at restaurants with exotic cuisines and finding places to take good pictures.

✦ The two argue about who should feed you first and who you should feed, and both of them have such a heartbreaking look if you even looked at the other twin.

✦ Not wanting to deal with the rest of the brothers in the house just yet, Belphegor suggests going to somewhere with a good view of the Devildom and its night sky. The three of you lie on the grass, you in between them as they both settle for cuddling a part of you each.

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Beelzebub is truly an pervert.

+18, Use of aphrodisiacs without you knowing, CNC!!!! Somnophilia, stalking (?), you like him, he likes you, Beel being a perv, gender neutral reader!!! Genitialia not mentioned!! Gross behavior!! (if you aren't freaky enough :p)

Comments and reblogs appreciated!! <3

RIGHT HERE...?

Beelzebub who, at first, and honestly, wouldn't think much about you, his mind completely filled with mundane things that he loves. You were there, and that was okay.

Beelzebub who would start to get to know you better when you two unintentionally met in the kitchen in the middle of the night. Your large, frightened eyes, your sugary lips paralyzed with fear, (that it was Lucifer who caught you) quickly took on what was, in a way, distrust and "indifference," an opportunity to introduce you to the tranquil routine he led when he wasn't with his brothers.

Beelzebub who is a clingy guy, and after one or two months - and especially after you helped his other half, Belphegor - you would have your own really, really hungry, big teddy bear. His arms would be constantly searching for you no matter were you guys were.

I know this has already been mentioned, but I think his sweat would be the starting point for the perspective of a pleasant friendship and lovely company to become a deep desire to mess with you in various ways.

You would just be there, during his training sessions, all composed, with your headphones on, watching his team go back and forth, exercising, running and jumping...or reading your books on the cool mornings the field provided, and he couldn't take his eyes off you.

He feel this urge, this necessity to have something of his on you. His scent being the first thing that comes to his mind at the moment.

Beelzebub who loves to give you sweaty hugs, and loves even more nuzzling his sopping hair and forehead on your cheeks. Your giggles and your little hands - compared to his - trying to stop him from messing up your pristine figure. It's fun, you are fun.

Beelzebub who would insist on taking you to morning training sessions because they were his favorites. Especially and simply because he could see your puffy, sleepy little face, saying his name in that drawn-out way that he loved.

He would enter your room unannounced, wanting to be the first to wake you and hear your voice, seeing your face smashed against the pillow would make the sacrifice of getting out of the warm covers worthwhile, and being able to wipe the drool from the corner of your mouth with his thumb, just to put it in his own mouth, would make the whole week worthwhile.

Beelzebub who would constantly suffer from cuteness agression. You were too cute for him to handle it. When you ask to hold his hand when crossing streets he swear he could die on the spot. When you want something from a higher shelf and you imediately go search for him, he feels like your knight in shining armor. And when is so, so cold in Devildom and you come to him with you nose running, body shaking and a ferverish skin, he is more than happy to engulf you in one of his big hoodies and go messege Solomon for what could he buy or do, to make you feel better.

Beelzebub who would buy you snacks and food constantly. Seeing your puffy cheeks filled with food is so cute. He loves teasing you about it, claiming with his blant tone that "You look like a squirrel." But truly he is imagining you hungrily sucking him off, his heavy balls slapping at you chin while you gag so beautifuly for him. Your eyes avert from his, your voice is muffled when you counter him, saying that, "It's impolite to observe how others eat!" He secretely takes a picture of the moment.

Beelzebub who is an acts of service guy. He does not say much about his feelings, he likes to think about it first to make sure he saying the right things, to make his point clear without having to overexplain himself unecessairly. And when he does talk, it's always words of encouragement, praise and loving words that makes your brain a mush mass.

But then, these and other things began to be insufficient.

Beelzebub who would actively begin entering your room several times a week under the pretext that he just wanted to cuddle. He would took the opportunity to press his torso against your back, feeling everything he could in the vulnerable state you were in. Right there, he captured every essence and fragment of your scent, every nuance you exuded; he stuck his nose into you like a bloodhound, ready to imprint your essence onto his brain.

Beelzebub who would often coat his tip in honey and bring it to your lips while you sleept. His heart beating so fast in his ribcage when you start lapping at it. Your uncounscious making you so hungry for the sweet scent that you mouth his whole head in one action. His fingers trembling in a boyish way and he has to squeeze his balls so he won't come, or else you'll wake up and he cannot let his effort go to waste like this.

Beelzebub who would whisper very close in your ear in the early hours of the day, you both entangled in bed, while his hot breath filled your ears with soft praises until you woke up.

Beelzebub who actually took notes about you. He knows that in the morning you don't think right and that you are more honest. So when you mewl in his arms, moaning so sweetly in his bicep when he starts giving little kisses to your ear he knows he won't be able to contain himself for much longer.

ALMOST THERE!

Beelzebub who would start to be more bold with his actions now that he was certain he wanted you.

Now, After training was over, he would sweetly and gently ask to carry you on his shoulders, saying, "It's a good way for me to do my grounding." When actually, he just wanted to feel your thights around his head, your sex pressing at the back of his head and the warmth they provided making him slighty dizzy, and he would often squeeze your legs more on his cheeks.

Beelzebub who loves when you give him your genuine giggle when he nibbles on the meat there. He just knows your cheeks are red by the way you pull at his hair. Your little "Beel! It tickles!!" Making him wish he was in his room with his legs wide spread - shamelessly - running his hand up and down to the picture he that he routinely takes of you.

Beelzebub who upgraded his cutness agression to the urge to cutely manhandle you. Carrying you bride style when you are too tired to walk, throwing you on his shoulder when for a miracle, you are mad at him, - and oh, how he loves to see your pouty expression - giving you a arm lock when you say you're stronger than him, his large figure positioning you so are glued and arched against his crotch and he growls quietly but deeply.

Beelzebub who loves to refer to himself in third person. So when you are in his hold - in his arm lock - you gasping for air while his bulge grind against your ass cheeks, his voice is sarcastic and low against your ear.

"Beel is so mean isn't he?"

"Say please, and Beel will let you go."

"Be good for Beel, yeah?"

Beelzebub who starts conditioning you to receive his affection without you realizing it. He's training you softly.

So he purposefully tries to get you dirty with whatever food you're eating just so he can lick it off you. He's done that enough times that when you accidentally get dirty by yourself, you look at him with expectant eyes, waiting for him to clean you up.

His tongue is flat, wet and hot against your face. He makes you dirtier than it cleans you. His saliva dripping from your face and you shiver when his fangs graze your skin. Your silly attempt to not look shaken up by it feeding his ego more then he could imagine, and he starts planning what more he could do with that information.

Beelzebub who keeps tabs on you and you think it's cute because of the way he does it. A fly. Or better, flies.

You initially thought it was just an ordinary fly. But after seeing them repeatedly wherever you went, you noticed they were iridescent and had graphic patterns on their bodies, and besides being larger than a common fly, they seemed extremely clean and fond of you.

Beelzebub who sees through the lens of the insects all your moments. From the cutest to the most intimate. He sees you offering a cupcake to one of the flies, to you humming in the shower, to when you're snuggled up in your sheets, your hand in frantic moviments to bring your climax while you whisper his name over and over. Your dildo - so big and large, are you preparing yourself for him? How cute - plunged so deep inside your eyes cross and the shirt you are wearing - his shirt, big on your body but glued on your nose, - his musky, strong scent making you dizzy- gets all wet from the saliva escaping your mouth. Your spit wetting everything and he purrs in his bed, closing his eyes and letting his favorite show entertain him.

Beelzezbub who when you are touching yourself bring his ultimate self restraint not to squeeze his trembling dick in his hand. He prefers to watch your entire process, building this untouchable pleasure for when you are fast asleep, and he can come make a visit.

Beelzebub who goes straight to the source of his blissful dreams, checking your hole - still wet and abused, still pulsing even when you are in deep sleep - first, just looking, just admiring. Then, his hands starts the work, pulling your cheeks apart and squeezing them with moderate force. Watching the flesh ooze out between his fingers makes him bite his lip in agony and anxiety.

Beelzebub who nudges his nose deep in your maddening puckering hole who was blinking at him seconds ago. He laps the lefted over juices with the vigor of Hercules and he doesn't stop until you've cummed in his tongue, - which is deep in your sex - and he can go to his room not totally satisfied, but with enough fullfilment so his fun can truly start.

Beelzebub who is not shy about his desires and vehemently caresses his heavy cock for you. He is in his game chair - in front of the pc he built to play with Levi- shirt getting bit by his teeth and his pj's shorts low on his muscular tights.

Beelzebub who does not rush anything he does besides eating food so, with his own pleasure, it wouldn't be different. He starts by wrapping his hand really tight on it, his cock already very wet by his own precum who wouldn't stop woozing of it. His hands agonizingly moving up and down until his eyes welled up with tears and that warm, desperate feeling began to surface, and that's when he squeezed harder, pulling with more pressure and brutality.

The phone on his other hands being nearly crushed by the force with which it was being held. A picture of you displayed on it, your lips dirty with vanilla three headed cow ice cream and a big smile on you face. It's unfair how he wishes it was his cum glazing your lips that way, making it shiny in that way.

Would you be happy if cummed all over your face? Would you eat it all up? Would you lick your lips and ask for more? Would you call him a big meanie for not even putting his fat cock on your mouth? Just fapping and smushing his meat in your face while you wait there with a big pout on your lips...would you?

Beelzebub who cums on his phone, hard. His hips rolling while his thights tremble, thrusting in the air, his dick pulsing ferverish on his hand while he spurt his semen on your cute picture.

Beelzebub who always plans movie nights so he can sabotage your food in some way. His favorite is putting small dosages of aphrodisiac in your food so he can see you squirm in his lap. He loves making you feel guilty about your - his - perversity. Like, he bought all these sweets and treats for you guys to watch a movie, and you're thinking about this sort of thing? How naughty of you.

Beelzebub who when you try to excuse yourself to the bathroom, he will tightly hold your waist, faking a worried expression and turning your face with his hand to see your glazed desperate eyes who at all costs try to avoid his. Your lips almost bleeding from how much you've been biting the flesh there. Your spit coating them and making irrestible for him not to tease you further.

Beelzebub who feels your underwear coat his thin sleeping shorts and he has to hold his breath not to give away his motives. "Is everything okay? What happened?" His voice too close to your ear and you try again to squeeze out of his hold.

"B-beel- please- let me g-go"

Beelzebub who enjoys seeing the sweat forming in your forehead and presses your nerves even further by his act of good samaritan. "Ooh...I get it. It's okay my love, we all have needs."

Beelzebub who laughs right in your face when he feels how drenched your underwear is. His fingers pressing your sensitive place without mercy, your sweet moans making his cock leak precum wildly, he offers, so innocently, "Beel will help you, yeah? Sit on my face." And when you agree instantly he knows he won. You are already, totally his.

RIGHT T-THERE!

Beelzebub who now gets to unleash his beast 100%. Loves making out in public. That messy, spit falling everything, tears on the cheeks, out of breath make out. Even more when it's after his games. You look so pretty in his jersey and when you enter the changing rooms, so unaware that he's lurking in the shadows of the soon to be full room.

Beelzebub who shoves you in the shower area, - thanking god that they are private- not giving you time to complain. He kisses you lasciviously, carriying you by your ass, your feet dangling by his waist and he smirks so hard it makes you mad.

Beelzebub who gives you puppy eyes when you harshly grabs his hair. Your repressive gaze making him harder then he was before. "I just love you so much, I couldn't wait anymore...sorry..."

Beelzebub who sees your expression shift from mad, to loving, to desperate. The voices of his teammates invading your ears and he swears you look as pale as a paper.

Beelzebub who feels kinda bad and reassures you softly but dominant. Demanding. His voice in a whisper when he says, "Hey, look into my eyes. No one is gonna see us. Gonna see you. I won't let them. Everything is okay. Focus on me. And how good you are going to feel. Understand?"

Beelzebub who smiles at your meek nod. His lips going back to yours with a romantic tone to it. The dance between your tongues more slow but no less lewd.

The sound of the showers being open and males chatting in the background doing little to worry you now that his hung and heavy cock was between you legs, smushing your sex with avid exciment.

Beelzebub who opens the shower to not bring suspicions about what's happening. The water gluing your clothes to your body and he latches his mouth on your nipple. His busy mouth asking gently for you to beat his meat and you obedientely grabs his leaking cock between your trembling palm.

He was hot and tantalizing against your hand. His frenzied breath now on your neck, holded back the growls he wanted to make.

Beelzebub who, when he cummed, brings your hand to his mouth, gathering up his on semen on his mouth only to share it with you in a steamy kiss.

Beelzebub who proceeds to put you down and smush your face agains the warm tiles and eat you out until theres no one in the room anymore. His effort to not let his team mates know what's happening there, dissolving when your tiny moan start to fly out of your mouth and his own shower never ending. He honestly doesn't care. It's better this way. It's better they know he is not ashamed of taking you anywhere he wants, for his desire for you is incessant.

Beelzebub who loves to eat fruits in your hole. He adjusts them so beautifully, making them aesthetically pleasing that he always takes pictures of it. He has an entire folder of theses moments in his phone galery. His creativity is never ending.

Beelzebub who puts whipped cream with strawberries on top of your nipples and around other parts of your body. By the end of the session, you are trembling, ardent with desire and sticky from body fluids and sugar.

Beelzebub who, when he decids it's time to finally oficialize things, boughts you the prettiest necklace you have ever seen. It's of good quality, but it's simple, and even better, has a profund meaning for both of you.

Beelzebub who makes a picnic for both of you by the beach. His wandering eyes passing throught you entire figure in your swimsuit you bought just for him. When he finally asks you to be his partner, is late at night, the beach is empty and only the waves shocking against each other can be heard.

Beelzebub who gets flustered when you cry and hug him because he is madly in love with you, and to know that you feel the same, in the same intensity, makes him warm inside; complete.

Beelzebub who when you two return to the inn, decides is time for him to fuck you deliciously. And when he looks at you, he sees it in your eyes that you are ready too.

Beelzebub who first fucks you for at least one hour in the monster dildo he bought you. The shape was of a tentacle and he thought it was so cool that he needed to see it going in and out of your spongy, blabbering hole. He has you on all fours, your shivering tights threatening to give out but he's there to support you.

"Beel-s'toomuch-beel!beel!

"Beel's listening sweetheart, don't worry, you are doing an excelent job."

Beelzebub who take the opportunity to do the sex tape of your guys first time making love.

Beelzebub who spends another hour just eating you out. For him, truly, never it's enough being between your legs. It's not a duty, or just a "thing to make his dick enter you better." He actually enjoys it. He could literally stay hours there, making out with one of his favorites parts of you. And he did.

By the time he actually penetrates you, you couldn't form a sentence. Your eyes could barely open without tears spilling from them. When you finally feels his hot, atrocious cock dive into your warmth, your consciousness seemed to return when you suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to hug him.

"Beel fe-eels so goood-kiss mekissmekissme"

On the other end, Beelzebub could not take his eyes of you. You were mesmerizing impaled on his cock. Your already abused hole seemed more eager and even more vivid now that it was him making his way in your walls.

"Ffffffuck-you look so pretty like this-"

Beelzebub who thrusts into you like there's no tomorrow. His stamina making you dumb and talking non-sense. You are not even sure of how everything ended or when did you went to sleep. You just felt so good all the time that, time itself stopped existing, and only the rythm of his cock being real to you. But what he knows, is that you will look so pretty in the video. Especially the full nelson he put you in, and oh, the mating press gonna look awesome too. Beelzebub can't wait to see your hole being stretched fully and his balls slapping your ass, the white ring of cum at the base of his cock being so big it formed a puddle on the bed.

Beelzebub who can't wait to make another sex tape while watching this one with you.

Beelzebub who, for now, will only appreciate the way the sun hits you face, and the way the light tropical breaze makes everything more magical. He can't wait to spend his whole life, with you, truly.

𝐇𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬♡

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭.. 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐳𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐛 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬 : 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥(𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦, 𝐟!𝐦𝐜

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You were on your knees in front of Beelzebub, using your thumb to wipe the remnants of his cum from the corner of your mouth. He offered you his hand to help you up and you smiled sheepishly, feeling that sense of emptiness in your chest. You weren’t expecting anything else, no man wanted to ‘waste his time’ pleasing a woman.

“It’s late. I should get back to my room.” You chuckled weakly, earning a confused head tilt from the demon.

“I haven’t made you feel good yet.” He furrowed his brows.

You genuinely blinked in confusion. He was probably just being nice.

“You don’t have to, Beel, I know it’s a pain.” You scoffed softly, quickly being interrupted-

“No. I want to.” He declared firmly before pulling you close. “If you’ll have me.” He mumbled softly. Beelzebub tended to make sure he always had your full consent.

“Oh— Okay.” A grateful smile graced your lips.

You weren’t expecting too much, you had low standards, after all.

“Hahh!- Beel! Hn- Please, I can’t- can’t take anymore!” Whines slipped past your throat, what felt like, non-stop. His thick tongue gliding between your slick folds for the ‘nth time tonight. You honestly lost track of how many times you came already.

“Please… A little more.” He mumbled, his deep voice creating vibrations against your flesh. “You taste- mm- so good..” He huffed before pressing closer to swirl his tongue around your clit.

You were unable to stop yourself from squeezing your thighs around his head. But that just seemed to spur him on further. He groaned against your cunt and sucked on your clit, his big hands squeezing your thighs to keep you from shifting up the bed.

“Give me one more..” He begged desperately, sliding a single, thick finger into your tightness and curling as he sucked. That immediately caused your walls to squeeze and gush all over his mouth.

It would’ve been embarrassing if he wasn’t grunting and drinking you up like he couldn’t get enough.

Which, he couldn’t. Because he went on for another couple rounds after that.

You were sitting at the kitchen island in the HoL, peacefully scrolling through your phone. Your stomach let out a barely audible rumble. It was just a normal human hint that lunchtime was approaching. Nothing pressing.

Unfortunately for you, your boyfriend, beelzebub, was in the room.

His ears twitched. His massive, 6’4 frame spun around from the refrigerator instantly, his amber eyes wide with life or death seriousness.

"You're hungry..” beel muttered, his voice a worried rumble as he strode over and gripped the edges of your chair. "Your stomach made the sad sound. Don't worry. I'll order us a quick and light snack from Hell's Burger."

"Oh, thank you, beel! Just something small is fine," you smiled, completely forgetting who you were talking to.

Ten minutes later, the kitchen counter was completely buried under a literal mountain of crinkly brown paper bags. Beel had used his VIP express delivery app, and the sheer volume of food was staggering.

He proudly dropped a massive plate in front of you with a heavy thud. It wasn't a snack. It was a literal tower of five human world burgers (and his double poison cheeseburger ofc), a mountain of human safe fries and acidic fries that looked like a small volcano, and two whole limited time hell fire roasted chickens.

"Eat up," beel said happily, sitting across from you with an identical pile. except his pile also included a full rack of ribs and a whole chocolate cake. "We need to make sure you stay strong."

You stared at the mountain of grease and meat, your jaw dropping. You could feel your stomach cramping just looking at it."Beel... this could feed the entire-! I can't eat all of this!"

Beel paused, a half-eaten burger hovering inches from his mouth. He looked at your plate, then looked at you, his eyebrows furrowing in deep confusion.

"But... it’s just the appetizer...?" he said softly, his voice dropping into a whimper that made him look like a giant, dejected puppy. "Is it bad? Did I order the wrong thing? Are you sick?"

"No- no! It looks amazing!" you panicked, desperately trying to reassure him before he started crying. "It’s just... humans have tiny stomachs compared to yours, beel. If I eat two of these burgers, my internal organs will literally shut down."

Beel blinked, staring at your stomach like he was trying to solve a complex math equation. He reached out a massive, calloused hand and gently patted your waist with terrifying caution, as if your human torso might shatter.

"Tiny...?" he whispered, his eyes melting with intense sympathy. "That sounds so painful. How do you survive on so little energy? No wonder you're so soft."

Dating the Avatar of Gluttony meant you ate incredibly well, but it also meant your body had naturally adjusted to the lifestyle. While you were still pretty small by nature, the semi toned stomach you used to have had softened up over the months. Now, there was a soft layer of fat over your belly now, it was a physical receipt of all the sweet treats and late-night takeout you shared with him.

As beel's massive hand rested against your waist, his thumb brushed over that exact soft spot. Instead of letting go, his expression shifted from panic to adoration. He leaned forward, his face burying right into your shoulder as he wrapped his heavy arms entirely around your middle, his broad palm flattening against your soft stomach.

"I like it," beel mumbled against your neck, letting out a low, content hum that vibrated right through you. "You're so warm. And you're getting softer. It feels nice when I hold you like this. It means I'm taking good care of you."

"I survive perfectly fine, I promise." you laughed, leaning back into his massive chest. "How about I eat one burger and some fries, and you help me finish the rest?"

Beel’s face instantly lit up like a christmas tree. The sheer speed at which his mood flipped back to pure unadulterated joy was insane

"Really? You're sharing with me?" he beamed, his tail practically wagging in spirit. "I love you so much."

Before you could even finish your first bite, beel’s hands were a blur. The chickens vanished. Three of your burgers disappeared into his mouth in two bites. Mammon walked into the kitchen, took one look at the monstrous pile of food and immediately yelled "Hey! Why does the human get a buffet while I'm stuck eating Lucifer's leftovers?!" only for only for beel to fix him with an unblinking stare that sent him retreating right back into the hallway with a loud whinE.

You just shook your head, chewing your burger while your giant, gluttonous boyfriend kept a hyper-vigilant eye on your plate, ready to inhale the scraps. You go king...

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note : I've branched out to obey me now omg. yippeee. beel lovers how are we doing. i have a pt 2 of this in my drafts, comment if you’d like me to post it!!

Pairing: Barbatos x reader(you) Tags: Crazy in love, jealous, time loop, angst, hurt and comfort, psychological , yandere(?), 16+ "Crazy About You" inspired. Words: over 6k Note: I would recommend checking song's lyrics before reading but it's not necessary.

He said I'm flawless, perfect. But I don't know why he's saying that. When I opened eyes, I didn't know anything at all. I just knew, I know him. I remember him somehow, I met him already. But I don't know… When something is bothering me, he's listening.He's preparing dinner, he's styling me. “I wish to please you.” he's saying. I don't know why. I don't know what's between us. I don't remember what happened. I just know I met him before. “Please leave everything to me. But your poor manner will not be tolerated. Not matter how many times.” What does he mean with that? Did we met before?  “Do you want to know? Let me give you a lecture in calm. That's because I cannot stop this billowing feeling. That's a routine. No matter how many times… I'll make you mine.”

I’m having strange dreams. There was a man, always showing somewhere. Everyday, he's here. These dreams aren't good ones… they're like nightmares sometimes. I'm ending badly. Or things are worse. That I never saw before. And always, before I'm waking up, I'm seeing this man. His eyes glowing with greenish light. Though, he never showed his face to me. He never said anything. He was just looking, and then I was waking up.

Right now, he was for the first time doing something more than that. He was reaching for me. White gloved hand reveals itself from the shadow. But then it stopped. I heard the clock ticking. A loud bell rang around. And I woke up. 

He's the type of guy to convince you to break up with your boyfriend because he saw into the future and knows your boyfriend is going to break your heart. He'd conveniently leave out the fact that he sees infinite of different "futures" and that nothing is truely set in stone, that there's a pretty good chance you and your boyfriend will be fine. Nah. He'd fill your pretty little head up with so many worries and insecurities that you'd eventually separate.

COMING RIGHT UP

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You love them so much, so you need them to be by your side forever even if it means getting yourself...

WARNINGS: Dark themes, really dark themes, proceed with caution, includes baby trapping, expect the worse, swapping out birth control, female reader on the rest and male reader on Thirteens's part, non consensual pregnancy, filthy use of condoms, implications of violence, non consensual taking of fertility pills, implied kidnapping, yandere themes

PARTS: Demon brothers, Side Characters

LINKS: Masterlist

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You were in love and sorry. You couldn't think of any other way other than this.

Baby trapping.

"I'm pregnant." You declared without hesitation, you don't care if they will get mad. They're yours now.

Until—

DIAVOLO looked up, mildly surprised. “Huh. That was fast.” You perked up “Wait, what?” He chuckled “I mean, I only started messing with your birth control like… three months ago.” He grinned.

BARBATOS blinked once, then leaned in like a confession booth closing. “Funny,” he whispered, lips brushing her ear, “I replaced your cycle tracker months ago. I just didn’t think you'd help me.”

SIMEON let out a low, reverent chuckle. “You finally did it,” he whispered, staring at her like a priest witnessing divinity. “You made yourself irreversible.”

SOLOMON paused mid-step, then smiled like something feral had just been fed. “So you finally folded,” he said softly. “I was beginning to wonder how many times I’d have to ‘forget’ the condoms before you gave in.”

RAPHAEL stared at her, eyes wide with something close to reverence. “You gave me life,” he whispered. “I was going to cut off your legs so you wouldn’t walk away—but this... this is so much better.”

MEPHISTOPHELES slowly turned to her with eyes too calm, too steady. “Good,” he said at last, reaching for the velvet box under the bed. “Now you’ll understand why I had those wedding rings made in three sizes.”

You were in love and sorry. You couldn't think of any other way other than this.

"I replaced your pills." You declared without hesitation, you don't care if they will get mad. They're yours now.

Until—

I can imagine someone joking about how you could accidentally stumble your way into a timeline where you two never get together and he immediately gets that creepy vibe about him.

He then promptly explains that he’s bent time to basically destroy all the timelines where that is actually the reality, and that there is no possible way you will be able to leave.

Of course you’re sitting right next to him, laughing it off. He’s just being protective, you’re sure he didn’t actually do all that just for you.

wip barbie

You're My Pokémon

1700 x 2796

tw // derealization

maybe a little body worship as well.. look just saying he should be feeling up my fat tits and tummy and tilting my head so he can get his tongue in my mouth !!!!! nb or fem reader whichever you prefer for this if you get to it ^^

(fem!reader)

growing up quiet and introverted, you'd missed out on a lot of experiences. relationships, first dates and holding hands, kissing. it was all foreign to you, and having to say it out loud was so embarrassing, you just wanted the floor to open up and swallow you whole. but mammon had gotten the idea that your hesitation in taking your relationship further came from disinterest in him and not from a lack of experience. so, now here you were, face hotter than the sun as you explained the fact that he was your first.. everything.

eyes down cast, you miss the way his entire face lights up like a firework at the news, heart racing in his chest as he ran your words over in his head. he bragged about being your 'first pact' to everyone any chance he got, but being your first boyfriend? the first to take you out on a date? first kiss? oh. oh wow. he could probably lift the entire house up with one hand right now.

taking a deep breath in to get his emotions under control, he scooted closer to your side and wrapped his arm around you, tugging you in close and rubbing soothing circles over your arm . "that's totally cute.. don't be embarrassed 'bout it, them human boys aint deserving of ya anyways," he says, voice soft and comforting as he presses a sweet kiss to your temple, "now ya get the honor of havin' yer first times with the great mammon! cmon, smile!" his fingers press into the sensitive, soft flesh of your side, ticklish, and you squirm, giggling quietly as you pressed into him, seeking more comfort. "you're stupid," you mumble playfully, and he gasps dramatically, scooping you up into his arms and plopping you down in his lap, warm hands holding your face between his rough palms. "stupid?! y'know i eat disrespectful lil humans, right? ya better watch out!"

you laugh more at his threat, shoulders shaking with each giggle that escapes you, and he smiles widely despite just threatening to eat you, relieved to see that insecure, sad expression erased off your face. thumb rubbing over the corner of your mouth, he's suddenly hit with the weight of being your first. he can't mess up here, he'd never forgive himself for ruining your first kiss, and the thought of you going around with that memory of him has his stomach twisting nervously. he'd die of embarrassment, and he wants to spend–at least– another millennium with you, so he just cant drop dead yet. sucking in a deep breath through his nose, he squishes your cheeks between his hands and leans in close to bump his nose into yours. "kissin' aint too scary. well, like, there's the possibility of them biting yer tongue off–but! agh! dont think 'bout that! yer tongue's safe with me, promise!"

seeing him fumble, obviously feeling just as nervous as you, is comforting. you can feel your body slowly relaxing into his hold, reaching up to fidget with the collar of his shirt to keep your hands busy. "i trust you," you murmur softly, breath brushing against mammon's lips with how close you two are, and mammon whines in response, squishing your face until your lips pucker as a wave of cuteness aggression washes over him. it really wasn't fair! this must be the true punishment michael had in store for him, sending the sweetest little human girl to torment him with her soft words and complete trust in him. he seriously might have to eat you at this point. "good.. ya can trust me with anythin', yknow that? dont go to anyone else, just come right to me, always." you nod in agreement immediately, and mammon lets out a long sigh of relief before slowly pushing forward those scant inches between you.

gentle and sweet, that's what your first kiss is.

so simple, just lips pressed to yours, but your heart feels like it's about to beat out of your chest. you were so excited you'd forgotten to close your eyes, and when mammom peeks at you, he jumps a little, carefully pulling back as his face flushes. "h-hey! close yer eyes, yeah? cmon," gentle thumbs press against your eyelids, and you mumble a quiet apology as you let them fall closed. mammon's lips find yours again once he's sure you'll keep your eyes closed, and this time the kiss is firmer, confident. he releases your face to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you in against his chest while rubbing his palms up and down the length of his back. his teeth find your bottom lip, gently scraping over the sensitive flesh before soothing it with a sweet lick, and you poke your tongue out to return it, tongue meeting his. a little groan vibrates against your mouth, and mammon squeezes your sides tight as he tries to tug you in even closer. "ah, open yer mouth f'me, mkay? just a lil bit," he whispers, and you listen without a thought, parting your lips.

his tongue is in your mouth not a second later, dragging over every inch of space he can reach, and it feels good. the thought of it is strange, someone's tongue in your mouth, but a quiet moan builds in your throat the longer it goes on, your own tongue hesitantly pressing against his as you try your best to copy what mammon's doing. and mammon's gone, brain turned to mush the second he heard that little noise come from you. on cloud nine, he's moving purely on instinct when his hands come up to hold your jaw, applying enough pressure to get your mouth to open wider as he deepens the kiss, pushing in closer and closer until you end up on your back underneath him. he can't get enough. he's had plenty of kisses, but this is you, and you're clumsily with the way you kiss back, and your fingers are curling in his hair, and it's so perfect, he never wants it to end. hands pushing up underneath your shirt, he palms at your soft tummy, thumbs rubbing into the extra soft part underneath your bellybutton, and he wants to bite you. leave teeth marks all over the soft flesh of your tummy and trace them with his tongue. slipping up further to squeeze your tits, he wants to do the same there. pinching your nipple through the fabric of your bra, he comes back to his senses for a moment when you gasp into his mouth.

"shit–sorry, is this okay?" he asks sweetly, eyes darting around your face looking for any kind of discomfort, but all he sees is a shy little smile. "yeah, s'okay.. don't stop," you murmur to him, gently scratching over the nape of his neck, and mammon doesn't think he'd be able to pull himself away from you even if the house was collapsing on top of him. pressing back in, he catches your mouth in a sloppy kiss, spit smeared over the corners of your lips as his hands continue groping you, no longer hesitant now that he's got your permission. tugging at your bra until your tits spill out, his fingers are quick to find your sensitive nipples, pinching and tugging until you started to whine. he wanted to record all the little noises you were making right now so he could listen to them over and over on repeat, but that was something he could bring up later.

he whimpers when you tilt your head away, panting for air as more moans escaped from your swollen lips. burying his face into the crook of your neck, he mouths wetly at the skin of your throat, intending to leave more than a few marks. he wanted everyone to know he got to do this with you, that you wanted him, that you trusted him. nuzzling his nose into the space behind your ear, he nips at your earlobe playfully, smiling happily when you jump in surprise. "sooo.. rate me outta five stars," he whispers into your ear, teasing, and when you giggle he laughs with you, lifting his head to smother your cheek in kisses, "cmonnn, tell me 'm awesome..."

you swat him away, only for him to tuck his head back into the crook of your neck, wrapping you up in his arms tight. rubbing your cheek into his soft hair, you hum quietly in thought for a moment. "hmmm.... four stars."

"HAH?! FOUR?!"

(fem!reader)

sat down on the edge of mammon's bed, you watch him with enough nerves to kill a small animal as he closes his door and flips the lock. you weren't regretting agreeing to coming to his room, but now that you were actually here, alone with him and the knowledge of what you two were about to do, you were starting to get cold feet. insecurity makes your stomach twist, thoughts of embarrassing yourself and ruining the whole experience filling your head.

you're so lost in your mini anxiety attack that you don't notice mammon's approach until he's suddenly knelt down at your feet, warm palms rubbing over your calves as he stares up at you with a soft expression. "ya look like yer gonna puke," he says quietly, tilting his head down towards the floor as his hands move to carefully remove your shoes, "if ya changed yer mind, tell me. i won't be mad at ya, baby." chewing on your bottom lip, you pick at the skin around your nails while staring at the top of his head. you weren't nervous about mammon being mad, the thought would never cross your mind in a million years. you knew he'd respect whatever you wanted, and him reassuring you of that fact helped to calm some of the panic you were feeling. blowing out a slow breath, you reach out to smooth down some messy strands of his hair.

"it's not that.. this is my first time, and i don't want to, like, embarrass myself or something," you murmur, continuing to fidget with his hair to keep your hands busy. mammon tilts his head to look up at you, lips parted slightly as he just stares for a long moment, and you get the sudden urge to hide from him, face getting warm underneath his unwavering attention. snapping back to his senses, mammon licks his bottom lip as he slowly stands up from the floor and sits down beside you before gently pulling you into his lap. arms around your waist tight, he buries his face into the crook of your neck, breath tickling against the sensitive skin there as he presses sweet kisses over your collarbone. "you've never done anythin'? no one's ever touched ya before?"

you roll your eyes, giving his shoulder a weak smack as you tilt your head away, embarrassment warming the tips of your ears. "don't make fun of me," you huff, and mammon's quick to grab your face and turn you back towards him, your breath hitching in your throat at the intense look in his eyes. "'m not makin' fun. i just wanna hear ya say 'm gonna be yer first," he says it so softly, it's basically a whisper, before leaning in to kiss your cheek, the corner of your mouth, your temple. he'd always been so obsessive over the fact that he was your first pact, so it doesn't surprise you that that weird fascination would apply here too. leaning into his affection, you sigh contently while wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "you're gonna be my first, mammon," you confirm, and mammon whimpers like a wounded animal before pulling you into a deep kiss.

pushing you down onto your back, his mouth never leaves yours for a moment as he settles in between your legs, dress bunching up around your hips as his palms rub over your thighs. you can feel his cock pressing against your hip, already hard despite the fact you haven't done anything but kiss yet, and it makes heat bloom low in your tummy. "yer first.. yer first.. yer first," mammon mumbles against your lips, over and over again as he licks into your mouth. he's getting himself worked up with his own words, groping at your thighs desperately while humping his cock into the crease of your thigh. "'m gonna be yer first.. hnnm baby, lemme take yer clothes off."

gently tugging you up, he holds you tight against his chest while carefully unzipping your dress, a small shiver shaking through your body as the cool air of his room brushes against your skin. a few clumsy movements later, your dress is a heap on the floor and you're in your underwear in front of mammon, face warm as your arms instinctively move to cover yourself. mammon coos at you, tangling his fingers with yours as he moves your arms away, cheeks flushed as he looks down at you. "yer beautiful. absolutely perfect," he murmurs, more to himself than you as he leans in and presses a kiss against your chest, right over your racing heart. pulling you into his lap again, you can feel his cock pressing against your ass, unconsciously squirming down against it and earning a low groan in return as mammon holds onto your sides tight. "c-careful! 'm already a second away from... uhm.."

"...you're going to cum?"

mammon looks away, face flushed to his hairline as his lips part around some mumbled gibberish that was probably meant to be real words. you blink at him in surprise, eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion. you might not have experience, but you know that coming premature is totally embarrassing for guys, and this would be, like, pre-premature. "i.. i just got a lil excited about bein' yer first! that's it! 'm not.. not some loser or anythin'!" mammon practically shouts, sounding thoroughly humiliated, and then he's flipping you down onto your back so fast it makes you dizzy. hovering over you, hands planted on either side of your head, he stares down at you with a pouty glare, bottom lip trembling slightly. "'m not gonna come in my pants. it's all for you, so when i give it to ya, say 'thank you, mammon' real cute f'me, yeah?"

you nod in agreement before his words fully register in your mind, and mammon nods back at you before he starts to strip himself, tossing his clothes to the side like he's frustrated, but when he touches you again, he's soft and sweet. hiking your legs up around his hips, an embarrassing squeak escapes you when he pulls your panties to the side. he sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, rubbing his fingers against your clit for a moment before slipping lower to tease at your hole. "so pretty here, too," he murmurs under his breath, giving your clit one more loving little rub before taking his cock in hand, "ya want this? can ya tell me?" looking down at his cock, thick and leaking in his palm, you swallow down your nerves. mammon wouldn't hurt you, and you know you can say stop, and he will without hesitation.

reaching out to hold onto his forearms, you nod slowly. "i want it.. want you, mammon."

he whimpers, loudly, before pushing into you all sweet and slow. "good... 'm gonna make sure ya never forget this. yer all mine, and 'm all yers after this, forever and ever."