DAY SIX OF FIFTY DAYS OF ‘TOUCH’ PROMPTS

Pairing: Beel x Gender Neutral Main Character

Content Warning: VERY light spoilers in reference to something in lessons 20-40, but the spoiler itself isn’t anything major at all. Reader has some academic pressure on them, but nothing too major!

Word Count: .8k+

Summary: With Finals Week just around the corner, there were two things Beel was absolutely sure about: that you were being completely and utterly overworked, and that you need a snack in your system ASAP.

Authors Note:Not to pat my own back or anything - but this is just so cute, that I could burst. Beel is my third favorite behind Lucifer and Mammon, so I’m glad I could finally write for him! <3

© 2021, takeaslicex. All Rights Reserved.

Preparing for Finals Week was an absolute nightmareto your schedule. 

It wasn’t anything like finals week at your human world college, and up there, you didn’t have Lucifer to ride your ass and press you about getting grades high enough for Diavolo’s standards. However, you couldn’t exactly blame Lucifer much when Lord Diavolo himself was the one who decided to hold you to a higher standard than usual. Not only did that mean that Lucifer was beyond serious about your studying habits, but that also meant that most of your free time was spent with Satan with your head buried in a textbook learning about everything from seductive speechcraft to potions.

That’s how you ended up at the dinner table, with your head literally buried in a textbook as you slept soundly against the pages.

“I don’t think I’ve seen anyone besides your twin fall asleep at the dinner table like this,” Satan crossed his arms at you from the dining room entrance. “Perhaps I may have given them too many readings for today.”

From Beel’s point of view, it looked like you had fallen asleep reading Devildom Law 101 - and anyone in their right mind would fall asleep reading something so boring. “Well, you have been pushing them extra hard lately…”

Satan scoffed at that. “I’m not pushing them at all. It’s Lucifer and Diavolo that’s pushing them, I’m just the one making sure they don’t fail and reign in Lucifer and his shitty punishments. They should be thanking me if anything.”

While that was true, Beel didn’t like that at all. He could see how overworked you were, and that made him sad. He could see clear as day that you were exhausted, and when you’re tired and overworked, you don’t have time to eat like you should. It was just yesterday that you missed your afternoon snack with him because you had to study, and that came second on the list of the saddest things he has seen this week - the first, seeing your exhausted form drooling over the most boringsubject he’s ever had the displeasure of taking.

“I think they would like a break,” Beel decided, frowning as your position changed slightly even though you remained asleep. “I’m going to take them to get some food. Y/N is human, and they need to eat.”

“Yeah, do that,” Satan agreed, turning to walk away now. “But then they need to read - just because I agreed that I gave them a lot of readings doesn’t mean I don’t want it done.”

Beel sighed at that, half-tempted to lie through his teeth to you and tell you that Satan canceled your readings. But that would only do more harm than good.

But what he coulddo for you was give you a little break at Madam Scream’s. It was a necessity, actually.

Beel quietly walked toward you, careful not to wake you before he could do it his own way. Once you were within arms reach, he reached his hand out to settle against the top of your head, fingers carefully folding into your hair. Even he couldn’t deny the simple pleasure of something so soft and sweet.

With that, he softly patted your head - so softly, like you would break if you patted it any harder. Head pats for working so hard, because you were nothing if not dedicated, but also heat pats for being you. Head pats for looking so sweet with his hand on your head. Head pats for no reason at all - head pats, just because. 

Once you began to stir into consciousness, Beel switched from head pats to stroking the back of your head, but not without loss of his gentle touch. 

“H-Huh?” you yawned, your eyes fluttering open to the worn-down, almost yellow pages of the Devildom Law book you were reading. It was then that you noticed the smallest bit of drool pooling at your lips, and you pouted. Gross. Your disgust quickly turned into comfort, however, once you registered Beel’s presence, as well as his adoring little strokes against the top of your head. “Beel?”

“Y/N?” Beel’s smile at you was just as kind as his touch. “You looked just like Belphie just now.”

You laughed. “I bet I did… but Satan would be pissed if he found out I fell asleep.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Beel was quick to dismiss that idea, and he wasn’t going to be the one to break the news to you. “Let’s worry about getting a snack. I’ve been dying to get my hands on a no-bake Hellfire Cheesecake since my last one about fifteen minutes ago. Wanna come get another one with me, pumpkin?”

Beel didn’t miss the way your cheeks turned crimson. “Do you think that’d be okay?”

He patted your head again softly. “Of course. Let’s go take a break, okay? When we come back, we can study together. I could use some help in Devildom Law, too.”

Now there’s an offer you couldn’t refuse for anything. 

With that, you grinned up at Beel and closed your textbook. You scooted out of your chair and joined Beel at his right side as you made a beeline for the door.

Maybe preparing for Finals Week isn’t the worst thing in the world. 

Mc: I got a picture of all of us in my wallet. Whenever I face difficulties, I take it out and stare at the picture.

The brothers, collectively:Aww

Mc: And I tell myself “if I can deal with these idiots, I can deal with anything.”

The brothers, collectively:Oh.

Mc: Damn, the power went out.

Beel:I got this.

Beel: *Rapidly shakes and starts to illuminate*

Mc:What-

Beel: I swallowed a flashlight.

Mc, on the verge of a heart attack: WHY WOULD YOU SWALLOW A FLASHLIGHT!

Lucifer: Where’s Mammon ?

Mc: Doing stuff.

Lucifer: Don’t like the sound of that, where’s Satan?

Mc: Stopping Mammon from doing stuff.

Lucifer: Belphie?

Mc: Stopping Satan, so Mammon can do the stuff.

Lucifer: And you?

Mc: Distracting you, so Mammon can do the stuff.

Beel, grumbling: They shouldn’t call it an “All you can eat buffet” if they don’t mean it.

Mc: You tried to eat a chair.

more Eleanor!!

Sketches of Eleanor and Beelzebub

I like to think Beel is this huge teddy bear that’s just sweet and silent but when someone messes with MC in whatever way, he gets a little bit protective

A Bit Too Rough - Beelzebub and Diavolo

Request: hey gorgeous ! <3 i was wondering if i could request some writing about beelezbub or diavolo and a gn or fem mc and rough oral? or like deepthroating? the scenario is yours from there, whether it’s mc getting stuck under a desk, punished, etc? :)

A/N: I’ll do both!! I like these so i hope you do too!! I always feel like its been so long when I write and that makes my mood plummet but then i read the comments and reblogs over my other works and im like !!!

Beelzebub:

• Beelzebub is insatiable in every sense of the way. He can never have enough; he can never be full and that feels like a curse on its own. Many think that it’s just hunger that affects him, but it’s everything. It’s how he wants to do it all. How he feels as if he needs to do it all. It’s you being by him and kissing him, and never being satisfied when you pull away. It’s him never wanting to let go of you when you grind above him smiling into the kiss. When you do pull away, he’s left hungry, starving as if he has never had the pleasure to ever consume what he wanted. He’s chasing after your lips, bringing you back into a kiss, feeling your shortened breaths, how you mumble his name through meshed lips. Feeling the way that you nip at him in an attempt to breathe and he’s apologizing, kissing at your neck and playing with the hem of your clothes. You’re pulling him close with his shirt that’s moist with sweat. He’s leaned against his bedroom wall, a hand searching blindly for the lock on the door and clicking it shut. His breath fans over your neck, pressing long, heavy kisses against you, suckling osftly on your senstive skin watching as your body squirms and arches towards him.
• Your hands search for his waistband, dipping towards his crotch where you grab at his concealed erection. A hand holds you by the waist, nails scratching at the little skin that is visible between your shirt and your shorts. He breathes your name out like sin, hungry and wet as he tries to satisfy himself by just hearing the noises that you make every time he kisses your neck. You pull away and he lets out a scoff, trying to get you back to him, only to let you fall when you stand on your knees with your hands running up and down his thighs. The confines of his shorts grow tighter, unbearable even and he fears that he’ll have to buy a new pair if you don’t stop teasing him. His clothes pool around his ankles and he’s quick to kick them off to some far part of the room. Your hands touch his skin, curving around his thigh, and grabbing at his erection from the base. Pre-arousal drips out of him in gossamer strands, connecting thinly to his slit until they stain the floor beneath him.
• His cockhead is thick enough on its own, the detailed tip lined with rides that you lick so eagerly, swirling your tongue over the slit and drinking in his semen. Your lips purse around his slit in a kiss and you suckle sweetly, cheeks hollowing just around his tip and it has him bucking into your mouth. Past his cockhed enters you without much warning, and you choke around him, coughing and pulling away as you look up at him with a smile that tells him he has nothing to worry about. Spit dribbles out the corner of your lips and your eyes shine with fresh tears. He has to calm himself. You’re already down on your knees on your violation, holding his shaft in your hand and pleasuring him. Your hand can hardly wrap around him, his girth bulging out and thickening around his curve. Your mouth wraps around his backing, cheeks bulging out as you peek up at him, pulling them deeper into your mouth. Suction noises fill the room and covering his mouth with his hand, begging under muffled breath that it feels too good, and to just suck on him. You pop him out of your mouth and your hand holds onto his thigh, and you give him a wide grin, your chin wet with spit.
• Taking all of him is hard work. He curves and bulges out, the bumps that line down his cock, the swelling so near the tip stretching your mouth in a way that you voiced your concerns that your lips would split or jaw would break. He kissed away your concerns, but he always wondered if he’d even stop if you were in pain. Would he contain past your cry and slapping of his bare thigh? He’s certain that he would. Not out of malice, but just too stuck on searching for his own high. He’s lived a long time, and in the amount of years and partners that he has had, they can never hope to compare to you. He’s already so close when your mouth takes him, going down section by section. He can feel the graze of your teeth tickle at his cock, meeting every bump and vein with a sharp kiss. He holds the back of your head, taking short and labored breaths with every inch of cock that disappears down your throat. Your mouth is full, already bulging and he’s barely past halfway when you’ve stopped, choking and bobbing your head, tongue swirling on the underside of his cock.
• With the sounds that you’re already making, he knows he has to calm himself. He knows that he should be kind to you; treat you like you are porcelain, but he can’t help himself. It won’t be long, he’s already reaching his high, but you’re much too slow. His hand holds the crown of your head, hair knitted between his fingers and can feel the short, shuddering stop of your breath, and your eyes that peer past your lashes. With eyes glazed over, he smiles down at you, and bucks his hips forward. You gag, a wet sound that fills his ears and echoes in his head. Your mouth is still small, something of you that can’t be stretched like your sex, and it feels so good to feel that resistance, to feel your throat close around him. He thrusts quickly, meeting you at a fast pace that you aren’t quite ready for. This is mean of him, but he can’t stop, he’s insatiable, he just has to reach his high once and then he’ll pull away. He just needs to commit how you wrap so tight around him, how you choke and gag because of him, how you cry and look up at him with tears and a flushed face. Your hand meets his and he quickly intertwines with you, holding and feeling every squeeze of your hand while you cry beneath him, drool falling onto your chest, and making it that much easier to slip further down your throat. He holds himself still, buried to the hilt, seeing how your eyes close tightly and finally he pulls out, spit and semen connecting to your tongue. You cough harshly, rattling your ribs and spraying spit and seed onto the floor. He lifts you with ease and you run your nose along his collarbone, your hand curving around his neck and hiding your reddened face. He lays you on the bed, already making work of removing your shorts, and tongue already entering your entrance at a fast pace.

Diavolo:

• There’s far too much paperwork to be done, least of all finished today and as the clock ticks closer and closer to midnight, Diavolo is already exhausted, leaning back onto his chair, legs spread and hand covering his eyes. He wonders for a brief moment if having an assistant would be a good investment. The door to his office opens and by your footsteps, he can tell that it’s you. You talk without asking him what’s gotten him in such a sorrowful position, and perhaps it’s because you already know. It’s not as if he prefers to be locked up in his office. Your hands curve over his shoulders, and your nose brushes along his cheek. His hand drags down his face and you move back, and he can feel your breath against his knuckles as he turns to look at you. Your smile isn’t soft, it isn’t the usual giddiness that you have when you see him- it’s different, more perverse if he were to guess.
• Before he’s able to ask you a question, you’ve scampered beneath his desk, your hands on his clothed thighs and energy surges through him. His pants pool around his ankles and before his briefs can join, your hands slide up his bare thighs with your fingertips under the dark cloth. You kiss at his thighs, soft, and quick, peppering upwards, your nose brushing along his base as you kiss at his package. You’ve nestled at his cock, kissing it through the cloth as your hands cup over his pubic bone. He’s already hard, pre-arousal staining his briefs in a dark color that’s barely able to be differentiated. He’s calling your name and your hand cups around his shaft, messily jerking him off as he tips his head back. The pleasure is weak, but compared to his stress, he’s letting out heavy breaths, hoping that it’ll urge you to quicken your pace, to finally take him in your warm mouth.
• He knows that he’s bigger than average- bigger than the average human and demon. He’s an intimidating size and he isn’t shy about it, he’s proud in a humble way, smiling softly at you, watching as you press your lips against the cloth, looking up at him with such an amorous gaze. His hand tucks under your chin, and with a soft raise, you’re looking up at him. You’re teasing him and it’s so cruel of you. All of this light touches just to get him riled up, to buck into your touch and beg for you. You know his position, just how much power he truly has. He’s a demon born, feared and powerful, and yet, you’re the one who acts like you’re in control. He calls your name in a warning tone, tutting at you for playing with him, and when he leans back to his chair, your hands are making quick work to remove him of his clothes. He springs in front of you, his erection leaking with pearlescent beads that glint under the light of his office and you’re quick to kiss at his cock, worshiping it like he should be. You take it in your hands to kiss him, to have the flat of your tongue leave a wet strip from his package to his slit where the arousal slides down your throat in honeyed strands. You make a noise of approval, smiling and taking his tip into your mouth to taste him once more.
• Your lips wrap around his head in a kiss and you pull back, kissing down his shaft, tongue tracing over the ridges and bumps, and he’s looking down at you with a soft, waiting smile. The tip of your tongue traces over his veins, a hand wrapped around his base- or at least what you can fit into your palm. He calls your name and you squeeze your hand around him in acknowledgement, moving back to his cockhead, and when you look back up at him, your eyes widen when his palm meets the back of your head in a firm hold. You suck in a quick breath and quickly, he guides you down his cock, taking every section, every inch and ridge, pushing past the sweet, gagging noises that you make. It’s such an ugly, erotic sound that it only pushes you further down his cock.
• There was a time when you looked at him with awe, and his cock with fear, wondering how you could ever fit him inside of you, and he made sure with proper care, that he would fit inch by inch, feeling your entrance tighten around him as you squealed, pinching your nails into his skin, muttering about how it hurts, but he never wanted to pull out, he’d just rub your sex and kissed you until you were shaking under him. Now is no different. You gag and cry, tears and drool sticking to your skin and not once does he catch your eye. Diavolo guides your movements, making sure that you take a little bit more of him with every thrust. He’s sure that if you were on your back, he’d be able to see the outline of his cock in your throat, bulging and pushing past what should be normal. The pace isn’t quick, but he certainly is the one who is in control, pushing you further and further your limits, cursing under his breath as your nails scratch into his thighs and he keeps you buried, your nose pressed against his pubic mound, teeth bared and grounded as he releases his seed into your mouth, and it burns down your throat. When you pull away, your face is flushed and wet with tears, drool, and arousal. You cough and his seed spits onto the floor. You sound ragged. Under the desk, you sit in an awkward position with your legs spread and taking heavy breaths as drool drips onto your shirt. And he can smell your own arousal, can practically hear how your sex beats in anticipation for something more.

Heat/Rut with the Brothers

Okay, since I’m a sucker for this kind of headcanon. I might as well pitch in this :D

Note: So first off, this affects MC/Reader as well. Since pheromones/scent does alter others behavior hence (Behavior-altering agent) Plus it serves as aphrodisiac.

That being said this all consensual from both party.

And Their state of heat/rut change depends on if they have a mate or not. And this all with GN!MC

Warning:Talk of sex, heavily implied, mention of being fucked! (But no actual smut), Some prick comments in Belphie’s part.

(Minor DNI)

Lucifer

No Mate

Days lasted: 3 to 4 days

State: Aggressive, Territorial, Pain, and Tired.

Since he is the most dominant in the whole house, Lucifer develops an instinct to keep his rank as head of the household hence his sudden instinct to keep his guard or threaten any of his brothers if they suddenly grow some guts and start fighting him.

One time Mammon did and challenged Lucifer since he heard that demon being in heat/rut makes said demon weaker. Though he shouldn’t listen to Levi about those sorts of things. Because when he surprised Lucifer. Lucifer almost killed him, but managed to destroy the whole living room.

When he’s not on guard, he usually stays in his study or his room and waits it out, without anything to keep his mind busy. Yes, even doing paperwork doesn’t cut it. He endured the pain of his heat/rut losing his control of shifting forcing him to stay in his demon form during the whole, feeling that his whole body is on fire. His groans of pain made it seem like he was dying, which worried Mammon and Satan at times. Though they made sure that no one knows their worry.

The morning after his heat/rut Lucifer went back to his usual self as if the whole ordeal never happened.

Mated

Days lasted: 2 to 3 days

State: Affection, Aggressive, Clingy, and Needy 

It all starts when you start clinging to him like a baby Koala. At first he loves it but when he realizes that you are being affected by something. He quickly tried to look for the cause of it. Then he felt it, his whole start to heat up within. He knows this feeling and he is not happy about it.

You cry when he tells you that he needs space from you for the next couple of days. Then you just cry harder and tell him that he doesn’t love you anymore which is further from the truth.

But you stop crying and get up to leave, something within Lucifer snaps. He can’t let you leave.

He quickly grabs your wrist and pulls you into his embrace, he leans his nose on your hair and takes a deep breath taking in your scent. Then he let out a low growl.

Soon enough you start to feel warm, wrapping your arms around his torso. You look into his eyes with lustful eyes.

Let’s just say, Lucifer took that as a sign. He quickly swoops you up and rushes to his room. As he passes some of his brothers by the halls. He sent them a death glare warning them to not get near him or you.

Once in his room, he plops you on his bed and locks the door behind him.

With no warning, he shifts to his demon form and stalks toward you as he strips out of his clothes. Meanwhile you made quick work and stripped down while still laying down on his bed.

You two went at each other, sloppy kissing, biting, clawing each other though he had to be careful on his part not wanting to hurt you too badly.

After a day, his whole demeanor changes, this time he’s the one who’s needy. And pour out his fear of losing you or you might not want to see him after this.

You reassure him that you don’t see him any differently and that you aren’t going anywhere.

For the next couple of days you two switch a couple of times. By the end of his cycle, you two are holding each other. You sniggling your face into his chest and Lucifer snuggling his face to your hair breathing in your scent.

Yeah when the you of two did wake up with an awkward tension in the air, not really remember the whole thing, only bits of memory.

Though you smile and tell him that you remember him telling you about his fear, and that you meant what you said.

He smiles back and leans forward for a passionate kiss. However, he tells you that whatever happens in this room stays in this room. You giggle and hug him, which he returns along with his wings.

Mammon

No Mate

Days lasted: 5 to 7 days

State: Frustrated, Shy, and Moody

All his self-confidence or his boasting persona all goes out the window. Where he kinda speaks in his defense whenever his brothers pick on him. The first sign of him was going into his heat/rut. He becomes more shy and moody, avoiding his brothers at all times. 

Most of his brothers ignore him, but something with Levi and Asmo makes them want to tease Mammon while he was in his heat/rut.

Lucifer or even Beel had to step in and drag the two brothers away from Mammon.

Poor Mammon had to ask Belphie if he could use the attic during the whole thing. Belphie felt pity on his brother and gave him full access to the attic.

Mammon moved quickly and took all the things that were important to his brother out of the room into the hall outside and immediately locked himself up. There he instantly shifts into his demon and lets out a roar.

All with him in the room is a mattress which after an hour being in the room. He ripped it to sheds and made his nest.

All he can do is lay on his makeshift nest, pace around the room, or just claw the walls of the room. He is irritated in his own skin, like he just wants to rip it off of him.

This was Mammon’s hell week, and prayed that he would survive to his father. Though that sentiment quickly vanishes once his cycle is done. He kicked himself for being a baby with the whole thing.

Mated

Days lasted: 3 to 4 days

State: Needy, Possessive, and Confident  

He was in cloud nine, sure he still stole and was a con man, but he never thought to have someone to love and be loved by. He completely forgot that he goes through something that will definitely be a deal breaker for your relationship.

It was not until one day, he came back from a night in the casino when he saw gifts at his doorway. At first he suspects Levi, but when he picks up the gift off the floor, he immediately smells your scent on the gift.

He has a smug grin on his face as he looks at the little present you left for him. 

The next morning however things just became more tense… well for his brothers at least. Because the moment he walks in the dining room. He glared at Asmo for being near you. Though he didn’t have to do anything, all because you move away from his brother and jump on to him. Wrapping your arms around his neck.

He was confused with your sudden action, but that soon faded when he started sniffing you top to bottom which made you giggle.

But he was least happy to find out that Levi, Asmo and Beel’s scent is all over you.

Some say looks can be as powerful as physical action can ever do. Mammon’s displeased face sends shivers down Levi, Asmo and Beel.

With one quick, low but deep growl Mammon hoists you up and quickly carries you back to his room.

He kicks the down open and jumps towards his bed, he plops you on it and quickly makes his way back up the stairs to close and lock it. The sound of the lock clicking snapped him out of his out of character state. Then it hit him, this strange feeling he has… his in heat/rut! 

He internally panic and frantically look around, while trying to think a way to explain to you what’s happening and also talk his way out of this fuck session he got himself in.

But he immediately froze when you suddenly appeared behind him and wrapped your arms around him and started kissing his neck even so far as making a quick nibble on it.

You told him that you might be a bit horny, but you are in a sane mind. But the kicker was during your mumbling he heard you say that you are his.

Mammon insteadly shifts into his demon form, turns around, grabs you, tosses you over his shoulder and makes his way back to his bed.

Say goodbye to your clothes, while he had to strip out of his (damn demon clothes being too tough to rip). Once fully naked he pounc on top of you and starts assaulting your poor face, neck, and chest with love kissing and bites along with claw marks.

The flustered Mammon you know him by is nowhere to be seen, the avatar of greed is your partner for the next couple of days. Taking some breaks, but Mammon made sure that you can be heard throughout the house.

In the morning after his cycle, Mammon reverted back to his tsundere but needy state. Snuggling close to your side and mumbling repeatedly that he loves you.

You sigh and just keep stroking his hair and tell him over and over again that you know and that you love him too.

Leviathan

No Mate

Days lasted: 4 to 6 days

State: Petty, In-pain, and Whiny

Levi intentionally made sure that his brothers knew that he was in heat/rut. If he was going through this, you bet your ass that he’ll make his brothers suffer with him.

He cries of pain goes through that house and 

He doesn’t have to worry about locking himself up since he’s already doing it. He is petty and kinda sadistic, because the moment Mammon and Asmo start complaining he quickly acts like he was in so much pain. Well it’s true but hearing Lucifer scolding both Mammon and Asmo for making Levi feel worse is music to his ears. However that small pleasure didn’t stop the pain making his ordeal any less bearable.

He had to move Henry to a fish bowl so he could be in the aquarium. That way he doesn’t have to move his precious collection on one side of his room.

Once Henry is out, Levi immediately jumps on his tank and shifts into his demon form where there he floats in the middle holding himself trying to indor the pain for the next couple of days. With the occasional thrasting to the side of the wall when he can’t bear the pain.

It was Lucifer, Satan or Beel’s job to check on Levi, they know when his cycle is over. Because this whole ordeal leaves Levi to pass out his tank by the end.

Mated

Days lasted: 1 to 3 days

State: Aggressive, Territorial, and Horny

It all started with small things for you at least, you start to crave Levi’s touch and want to be as close as possible to your demon boyfriend.

To you Levi did no wrong in your eyes, so you turn away whenever Levi starts to be more aggressive to his brothers, even Lucifer. In fact Lucifer got the worst out of this, everytime Levi sees Lucifer he hiss and growls at Lucifer. When things were about to turn nasty you step in and pull Levi away from Lucifer, though you didn’t see Levi flipping Lucifer off. (Lucifer will remember that…)

You sat in his tub/bed while Levi took his frustration on a game that was meant to rage someone. You know those games.

You start to doze off even with the constant spewing curses from Levi to the screen.

Then you hear something break which wakes you up from your short nap.

You look over and gasps to see Levi in his demon form panting heavily in front of his now destroyed monitors.

You slowly got out of the tub and made your way to Levi. you grab his arm and start rubbing it to sooth him.

He looks at you with a mixture of love, but also sadness. But you and him just stare into each other’s eyes. Both in some sort of trances as the two of you start to feel warm and aroused.

And just like a strike of lightning. You two quickly move and lock lips, you wrapping both arms and legs on Levi as he walks you two to his tank.

He leaps over and jumps into the water, with no disregard to your clothes and your D.D.D in your pocket. Though you didn’t have to worry, Levi moved quickly and ripped your clothes while still locking lips with you.

As you frustratedly strip him down (you curse whoever design his demon clothes)

Once the two of you are completely naked, Levi starts wracking you as you are pinned to the glass wall of the tank, with arms wrapped around his neck and head.

Yes, he does use his tail at some point during the whole experience.

But by the time the whole cycle is over, Levi holds you close to him burying his face in your shoulder, mumbling apology after apology. But you giggle and stork his head and back and say that you loved every minute of it but you told him Henry is the one he should be apologizing to. The poor baby was in the tank the entire time.

Satan

No Mate

Days lasted: 3 to 5 days

State: Angry, just anger, if you value your life. Stay the hell away from him.

Lucifer and his brothers ask Diavolo to stay in the castle for the next couple of days. The prince doesn’t need further explanation seeing that Satan is missing from the group.

Meanwhile Satan starts destroying everything in the house, everything that Lucifer didn’t have time to put in some sort of enchantment to protect from Satan’s wrath.

Satan reverts back to his primal instinct and marks everything with his flame and claw marks.

None of the brothers dare to go back to the house, even just setting foot at front yard triggers Satan to go and check who is stupid enough to his territory.

Lucifer had to work to shoo all demons who caught whiff of Satan’s scent and put them under his pheromone of attraction.

After five days the brothers return to a destroyed house with Satan calmly seating in the living as if nothing has happened.

Mated

Days lasted: 2 to 4 days

State: Needy, Affectionate, and Possessive.

You could’ve swore that Satan just became a cat. For whatever reason, he was clinging to you at all times one day. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck when no one is looking. He asks for you to stroke and pat his hair at times. 

You can chug it off with maybe he got himself cursed again in an attempt to prank Lucifer again. But all that was thrown out of the window and Belphie and Asmo ask Satan to quickly lock himself up in his room before it was too late. Even though you don’t have the full context, seeing his brothers yelling at him set something off within you. You scold both demons and drag Satan back to your room ignoring Belphie calling you.

You sat on the edge of the bed, while Satan sat on your chair by the desk. After a couple of minutes you managed to get a clear head. You ask Satan why is acting like this?

And he just flat out said that he was in heat/rut. But this was different.

As he talks, you look at him really taking the idea that he was in heat/rut. Your face starts to heat up and you slowly get up and walk towards Satan.

Without any warning, you press your lips into Satan’s. The passion turns aggressive real fast as you drag Satan to your bed. 

You pin him down, straddle on his hips.you reach down and comb his hair with your fingers. He leans further into your touch. Eventually he shifted to his demon and you began to strip him off from his horrible demon clothes internally cheering that you got him off those awful clothes.

There you two went at it, with you assaulting every inch of his body. He tells you that you’re doing a wonderful job as he holds you.

Two days later, Beel knocks on your door asking if you and Satan are okay?

You know how you end up on the bed, or when you and Satan switch. Before you can respond to Beel. Satan who was right above you, growls at the door holding you tight.

Also, you completely forgot that you and Satan are still… Connected.

Soon Satan growls, Beel immediately backs away and runs as far from your room as possible. 

Once Beel is gone, Satan comes back to you with a smirk, before quickly leaning down and starts kissing you aggressively. Still feeling his passion you wholeheartedly wrap your arms around him, drawing your body close to his.

The next thing you remember was after the whole thing. Your back against your headboard and down to your side is Satan snung to your side, sound asleep.

You smile and move back down to lay next to your demon.

Asmodeus

No Mate

Days lasted: 5 to 8 days

State: Needy, Whiny and Petty

Oh Asmo, this would’ve been easy for him. But ever since Lucifer ban him from bringing strangers to the house which leads into a full grown orgy. Asmo made it his mission to make his brothers feel his pain.

He moans and groans at night, and he whines in the day. At some point Mammon and Belphie agree to kill Asmo.

Lucifer was one step ahead of them and locked Asmo in his room with a note saying that he’ll let him out if he stops this petty game while he was in heat/rut.

Asmo whines but all it does is tiring him out for the day. At night when everyone else catches up with their sleep. Asmo took this opportunity to call Solomon and tell him to come quickly. He made it sound like he was in trouble.

Solomon immediately appears in Asmo’s room. Asmo is lying on his side wearing only a robe. The second Solomon notices what’s going on. He gave Asmo one close eye smile and quickly teleported out of there, leaving Asmo to cry.

Once Asmo’s cycle was over, he kept annoying his brothers, especially Lucifer for treating him badly.

Mated

Days lasted: 4 to 6 days

State: Feral, Territorial, and Horny ‘Of course ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)’

One morning you felt like you’re under the weather, all you can think is Asmo and that how badly you need him. You didn’t even use your D.D.D. you just call out to him as you curl up in your bed as tears start to fall from your eyes.

While you are in your room in agony. Out in the hall, All six brothers try their best to subdue a crazed Asmo who all of a sudden shifts to his demon form and starts mauling through his brothers.

After managing to slip through Lucifer and Beel, he rushes to your room.

He makes his way towards you, picks you up and carries you out of the house and in the woods.

He found a cave perfect to keep you safe, he let you lay there as he prepared everything he needed for you and him.

He quickly made a nest and gathered food and water for the two of you.

As soon as he has everything, he carries you to the nest and the fun really begins.

He made quick work of your clothes and his. Then he hovers on top of you and starts kissing and nibbling your whole body. Once he feels you around him that is when he truly is feral.

Three days after Asmo kidnaps you, the brothers never thought that Asmo would bring you to the woods.

Oh they should’ve left you two alone. Poor Beel. he was the first one to find that cave.

He quickly ran towards the cave when he heard you scream. 

The other brothers soon found the cave with Beel standing next to the entryway his face hid behind his knees.

Mammon quickly rushes inside the cave while the other brothers ask Beel what he saw, soon they see Mammon come running out the cave as they hear Asmo roaring.

At that point they decide to come back when Asmo’s cycle is over.

By the time it was over, the brothers went back to the cave where they saw you and Asmo curl up together. Both of your bodies are covered in leaves.

Asmo senses his brother’s presence. He looks up with a smirk on his face and tells them that you two need a minute because under the leaves you and him are still connected.

Beelzebub

No Mate

Days lasted: 3 to 4 days

State: In-pain, Irritated and Tired 

Poor baby, Beel has the worst time with his heat/rut.

The moment he feels that he can’t lift his body up is a sign that he’s in heat/rut.

Belphie did whatever it takes to make this whole ordeal somewhat bearable for Beel. Even if he kinda feels his pain. He just wanted to help his twin.

All Belphie can do is pat Beel’s back as he groans in pain into his pillow. As his body starts to heat up. In the middle of his cycle, Belphie had to leave Beel due to his scent being the stage where it wore off other demon males who weren’t looking to mate with him.

Because Beel without even trying is intimidating to others. 

Now Beel all alone moans and groans in pain as his wings send off an annoying buzzing noise that affects his brothers making them want to challenge Beel to show him that they can take him down. But hold off and keep their own instinct at bay.

As soon as his cycle was over, Beel came out of his room with a calm expression as if nothing had happened.

Mated

Days lasted: 1 to 3 days

State: Aggressive, Territorial and Affectionate

One afternoon you suddenly have a sudden urge to cook a full course meal. As you cook in the kitchen Beel never got out of bed this morning which worried Belphie.

Belphie left you in that kitchen as he made his way to his and Beel’s room. Suddenly the door burst open surprising Belphie, he saw Beel step out in his demon form half naked!

Satan rushes to the scene once he hears that crush outside his room. He immediately met with a hand to the face, Beel hoist Satan up and tossed him towards Belphie.

The two cower in the corner of the hall as Beel slowly approaches them with such anger on his face. But as soon as you appear in line of sight, he completely forgets and ignores his brothers.

You just want to know what was causing all that noise, before you know it. Beel quickly picks you up and throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes as the two of you make your way down the stairs and into the kitchen.

He kicked the door open steps inside the kitchen before kicking the door behind him. He sets you on the counter as he locks all the doors and windows of the kitchen.

He pulls a chair next to the counter right in front of you. He was in between your legs which were dangling over the edge of the counter. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to him, resting his cheek on your lap nuzzling it. Then he looked up to meet your eyes, he spoke with those, like it was telling you to feed him. 

So you did. You reach out for the nearest dish you made and start feeding Beel. you even bent over and gave him a quick peck on his lips.

Feed, kiss or head pat, repeat. Until all the food you cooked up is all gone. You pout at him and tell him it’s all gone. But Beel isn’t satisfied, he kicks that chair away and pushes all the dishes, tray and pots off the counter before pinning you on the counter. 

Then he moves down and starts kissing you all over with a couple of nibbles and scratches on your skin. At this point he ripped your clothes off of you and Beel stripped out of his. And the two go at it.

A day after, none of the brothers manage to unlock the kitchen door. As Mammon bangs on the door while calling out to Beel to let them get something to eat.

The throw opens revealing a piss off naked Beel well naked but he most of his front is covered by you clinging on to him with your whole ass in full display for the brothers.

None of them said anything as he stared blankly at the fact that they see you panting heavily, your arms wrapped around Beel’s neck as your leg around his waist.

With one loud and booming roar at his brothers, Beel quickly shut the door and returned to whatever he was doing to you.

Once his cycle is over, Beel doesn’t care that he is walking out of the kitchen naked. He wants to take you back to his room to take care of you. 

You poor thing pass out. Though you don’t regret anything you and Beel did. You just feel sorry for Beel. Lucifer forces him to replace every two destroyed in the kitchen.

Belphegor

No Mate

Days lasted: 3 to 4 days

State: Whiny, Moody, and Irritated

All the brothers are so happy that the twins’ cycles are not in sync. Otherwise they had to deal with Beel bedredden while Belphie is walking around the house being a bitch to everybody.

Most if not all ticked him off.

Mammon just walking in front of him, he’ll say that he’s better off with witches since his whoring himself off to them for cash.

Levi is just sitting, he’ll tell his brother he means nothing to the company that owns the shows he watches and they’ll just move and change things just to please the normies he hates for an easy buck.

Asmo cooks in the kitchen, he’ll tell him that he will never truly be loved because the moment he does something to displease his fans they’ll move on to the next big demon and forget about him in a second.

Satan reading, he’ll say that half of the animal rescue videos he watches all stage because they know that those videos get the most views.

Lucifer just glanced at him. He yells at his brother at the fact that he just replace his oath with their father with Diavolo and that he will never be truly be free and that Diavolo is more worst since he takes every advance he can get to use his oath with Lucifer while the latter just sit there and take it.

That Last part causes Belphie to be locked up in the attic (this before the event of the main story) and Lucifer tells him that he will get out once his cycle is over.

However, that doesn’t stop Belphie from whining all night. Because he doesn’t have anything to distract his internal pain. All he can feel is that his whole body is on fire.

Lucifer and Beel personally go to him once his cycle is over, there they see Belphie sound asleep on the floor buttass naked.

Mated

Days lasted: 1 to 3 days

State: Needy, Horny and Affectionate

Okay, You know Belphie is clingy but this is going a bit too far… but you can’t help but to encourage him. For whatever strange reason you just want to be as close to Belphie as possible as much he does to you.

In fact you listen to him and sleep in and skip class with him for the day. Little do you know Belphie is not planning on you two leaving his room.

Because the moment you woke up to go and use the bathroom. You saw Belphie had moved both his bed and Beel’s in the middle of the room. Push together to make one big bed.

But you ignored it and did your business, and when you came back you saw Belphie lying across the bed in his demon form and naked. His face and neck are all red from the heat he is feeling right now.

He calls out you, telling you that he did all this work and you still haven’t fucked him already. You want to hell you are under his hypnotic scent seeing him like this awaken something within you. The drive to please him.

You slowly walk towards him as you start to strip out of your clothes, climb on to bed and on to Belphie hovering over him as his tail brush against your legs then you start kissing him all over. As your body starts to feel warm inside.

Soon enough the two of you went at it, your moans and groans reaching out to the halls giving away to the others that Belphie is in heat/rut. 

Beel had to bunk in with Mammon since he doesn’t have a place to sleep. However none of the other brothers get much sleep to begin with.

But once the noise from the twins room dies down, all the brothers cheer before passing out from the lack of sleep.

Meanwhile you try to slip out of Belphie’s iron grip as he mutters that you don’t have to leave just yet, you just gave up and crawl back to bed and snuggle against Belphie. 

Lucifer is right, you baby him too much.

Tagging:@mammon-satan-blog

Note:

Okay at some point writing this, I hesitant to make this full blow smut, however I’m still not confident on my writing skill in smut (Plus I’m just going to post it on Ao3 because I want to keep this as 15 to 16+ aka PG13 XD) I just implied that Sex did happened during all of this.

If there’s grammar or spelling error, please let me know and don’t be shy to leave a comment or rebloging with cute tags. I just love to see you guys thoughts on this :3

Sweaty Palms. {Beelzebub x Reader/MC}

A/N: i just think holding hands with beel would be so NICE and to slowly realize you fell in love with him through the presence of said hands? HHHNNNGGG

{Beelzebub x Reader/MC}

The way their hands fit in his was like a dream.

His was much larger than theirs, but it fit perfectly so that he could wrap his around in a protective manner. Theirs was always so soft while his was rough. His warmed their cold ones each and every time. He’d rub his thumb over their knuckles, they’d draw circles on the back of his. His hands felt empty if theirs weren’t there too. They held his hand each time they slept near one another, walked next to each other, or any time he didn’t need both hands to snack or otherwise, really. It was as though they were meant to be together. Their hands were pairs, please do not separate. He learned that meme from MC, too.

Beelzebub never thought much about it—it was simply something they did. It was a comfort, to him at least, and he hoped they felt the same way about it. It became natural, to constantly find his hand occupied; he was so used to it, he would fumble if he were to use two hands for something.  

One thing MC did not anticipate, however, was how dependent they would become on the presence of their hand. Would they always get this cold before? How about this lonely? The idea of “empty” was something Beel could not wrap his head around, but MC felt what they could only describe as such a hurtful feeling whenever the spaces between their fingers were bare. It was a slow realization; feelings crept up from corners of shadows inch by inch and met their eyes before they could even think about it. If he didn’t see the same level of intimacy within their hand-holding anymore, how were they supposed to face him?

Their hands started to get clammy a lot more often, having the need to excessively apologize and break away to wipe it off on their shirt. They grew nervous with each questioning glance, and brushed it off as they were just stressed about something else, or it was simply just too hot in there. They’d hesitate to offer their hand, take far too long to grab onto his in public, and “pretend” to already be asleep if they were napping together to avoid holding his hand. They felt horrible as they started to notice the flicker of sadness pass through his eyes before they gave in each time, but couldn’t bring themselves to bring up the topic. What if they caught feelings for him, but he didn’t feel the same way back? What if they ruin the relationship the two of them have because of it? What if it ruins the idea of holding hands for Beel forever? What if—their hands were sweaty again.

Beel wouldn’t stay quiet forever. He’d take notice of their behaviour and start to wonder—did he do something wrong? Maybe they didn’t like holding his hand anymore? No, that didn’t seem to be it, because they still would if he offered it. Did he make them feel uncomfortable? That seemed more plausible, but why? What did he do? He’d intertwine his fingers with theirs, only to notice they not-so-subtly refused to let their palm rest against his.  

“MC, you know, we always hold hands.” He let go and turned to look them in the eyes, determined to fix whatever he had done, “Why are you acting weird?”

Their eyes grew wide and they blubbered like a fish, opening and closing their mouth as they struggled to come up with an answer only to stutter what half-baked excuses they could think of.  

“Was it… something I did?” he looked like a kicked puppy, eyes almost brimming with tears though it were obvious he was holding them back. “What can I do to fix it?”

“No!” their shout startled him, so they sheepishly recoiled and rubbed the back of their neck. “I mean, no, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s… it’s stupid; it’s a problem with me. I mean, it’s a problem I’m dealing with. It has nothing to do with you. I mean, it does—not in a bad way, I mean–”

They continued rambling, noticeably getting more and more bothered by whatever was on their mind as well as how terribly they kept eating their words trying to explain themselves. Beel thought long and hard about their actions and facial expressions rather than focusing on the words coming out of their mouth. The flushed look to their skin, the way their eyes seemed to focus on anything but him all while seemingly longing for something they wouldn’t speak about. He paused a moment as the shock set in, and simply gave a gentle smile before grabbing their hand once again, tighter than he normally did, and made sure they held his back and simply turned and continued walking, tugging them along despite their cries.

“It’s okay MC, I like you too.”

Beelzebub with #4

Summary: Number 4 - Just simping for you. It’s a lot of food allegories to call you nice.

from this prompt list

Asmodeus would often tell him that when food is beautiful, it tastes better. Something that Beelzebub had called dumb, that the presentation doesn’t change it yet maybe it just wasn’t the case with food.

Because there was something about you, maybe even everything yet he couldn’t keep it that simple. If he related it to what his brother had said about food, then it would just be your “presentation” not the inside “taste” of who you were past that. So this presentation, how you were plated, was delicious on it’s own yet when backed by the taste of who you were, a delicacy was created. A food that was meant only to be loved and looked at, not to be eaten like cake support made from rice krispies instead of the plush fluff it could be believed as.

A delight, bread shared between multiple cultures, to be commonplace and known by every baker close to any heat to prove your truth. Your grace, the ideal look of your eyes when you were happy, how your fingers looked cross hatched with his own. However, just like how they could not gain a place that belonged to him you were not a recipe to be followed, impossible to yield the same beautiful result of delicacy.

The ideas of relating you to baking certainly made sense in his brain on how food looks would make it taste better just like its certain that your kisses and smiles are much better directed at him. Yet he could go further, Beelzebub could relate you to more despite this uniqueness he had come to terms with. You could be soup really, and the best he decided you were. Perfect at keeping him warm, from his cheeks to how content he felt on the inside after a bowl while sick.

A word, three even,, came to mind when he thought of this journaling. Well-rounded, but most of all, perfect.

Taglist:@hyper-super-clover