18) “Are you wearing my shirt?”
68) “You know I don’t like to be teased.”
Gender Neutral Mc, Dom Beel
🧡🧡Hello, welcome to Belzeburgers!!
My name is Mumble!! I reblog fics/Headcanons about our best boy! Not to worry, I tag everything so you can easily filter out what you don’t like!!
A guide to the tags is below! 🧡🧡
#Bee’s Hugs = Fluffy and sweet fics!
#Bee’s Burgers = Anything particular spicy/nsfw!
#Bee’s Comfort = Angsty fics I probably ugly sobbed at :(
#Bee’s Talent = Amazing art I couldn’t help but reblog as well~
#Bee’s Bandages = The most important!! This tag can filter out anything that has to do with suicide/self harm/anything of those topics.
#Mumble mumbles = Any thoughts I wanted to share about Beel.
#Blog Info🧡🧡 = Important blog info, changes, etc!
#Bee’s Boy = Any works that partain to a male reader!
Anon will be turned on shortly, please feel free to come and gush about this handsome man, I’m right there with ya!!
***goes to look for more of my masked anime crushes now***
Mc: Do you see anything?
Beel: Just trees. And some bushes… and two squirrels wrestling!
Mc: … Beel…
Mc: They’re not wrestling…
Don’t be scared! You can send requests anytime. I swear I’m not scary ^_^
For the purposes of this assignment we will be working with an MC that ADD
Obey Me Boys + ADD Reader Headcanons
I don’t get this meme. Like I get it, and it’s cute, but who asks for no pickles? Just give me your pickles. I love pickles.
Beelzebub is like a waking furnace, always running hot. Between all the food his body breaks down and the workouts he does it’s really no surprise.
Pairing: Beel and gn!reader
Warnings: none, tis fluff
Word count: 1,320
For hell, the devildom wasn’t all that hot. Sure, it was constantly on the verge of what you’d call summer but not uncomfortably so. You’d think that it’d be warmer but considering the devildom isn’t really where souls are tortured by never-ending flames (aka hell), it made sense.
However, since it’s always comfortably warm with just a small decline in temperature during what constitutes as night here, you didn’t have a lot of anything to help you warm up. All your clothes were light and would be alright to wear in late spring or early autumn at most.
beelzebub x dom!reader - nsfw
(reader’s gender/sex is not addressed in any way!!)
**smut!! phone sex, handjob, begging, edging.
it was late in devildom, you slumped down on your bed after another late study session in the library. the moment your body hit the matress, your D.D.D began to ring in your hand.
you desultorily answered it, not bothering to check who it was from since beel had been calling you at every hour of the night. “hello?” “are you done studying yet?” “yeah, i just got back to my room. i’m exhaused.” he only hummed in response, irking a sense of suspicion out of you.
“you’re awfully quiet, beel. everything alright?” “u-um.. could you.. come over?” you chuckled to yourself, his sheepishness unable to not be teased. “aw, do you miss me? it’s barely been a day, beel.” “i-i know, but.. i.. need you..”
the lightbulb finally enlightened your brain, so distracted with work you hadn’t realized it sooner. “so that’s why you couldn’t stop calling me.” he didn’t accept nor deny it, but your gut told you that your statement was nothing but correct.
“please, can you come to my room?” “come on now, you’re no fun. i know you couldn’t have resisted this whole time, touching yourself for hours on end.. am i wrong?” a gasp of guilt travelled through the minuscule speakers, lending you your answer.
“have you cum?” “n-no!” he exclaimed, almost defensively. “that’s why..” “why what?” “why i need you..” while getting into a comfortable position, your tongue traced your bottom lip at the sound of his words. “let’s see if just my voice could help with that.”
his voice trembled as his hand travelled back to his pants, the thought of you only hearing his mere voice rather than touching him was inconveivibly uncanny. “how does it feel?” your voice carried to his ears just aside his phone. his prominent moans and grunts masking the words he desired to disclose, “g-good..”
“you must’ve missed me a lot, huh? clearly just the thought of me wasn’t enough to get you to cum. even now you don’t seem too desperate.” “ah!..please..” “please, what?” “i-i wanna cum..” “aw, listen to you. you’re so dependent on my touch aren’t you? like a good boy should be.” a sharp moan cut you off, soon followed by desolate words. “i’m gonna cum..”
a chuckle let itself loose from your lips, shaded by a clearing of your throat. “you’re gonna cum just to the sound of my voice? my voice, right in your ears, that’s what gets you going, huh?” he quickly hummed in approval, most likely accompanied by a nod made light by the soft rustling.
the thought of him being so close to the edge for hours, waiting and waiting for you, cock red and twitching sent your lust to meet the stars. “tell me, how does it feel to be jacking off to the sound of my voice without me even there?” his moans muffled behind his lips, as his response feasibly slipped out; “it’s s..so good. i love your v-voice!”
“beel, if you cum right now i promise to touch you all you want. sound good?” he didn’t even have to think to answer. his voice hitched as his pace increased, your name falling from his lips through whimpers as he finally came. his laboured breaths hit the microphone violently as he was finally able to ease up.
“you did well, beel. now clean up, you’re coming over here.” “h-huh?! but i’m..” “hard? just hurry up, it won’t be that bad if you’re quick. i’m hanging up now.”
you had waited at least ten minutes before he finally arrived, he didn’t even bother to knock with how anxious he was of anyone seeing him. he was dressed in a grey hoodie and black sweat pants, standing before you with his eyes ceaselessly averted.
“any problems getting over here? took you a while.” you hummed as you approached him, taking a good look head to toe. “n-no.” he stammered, flustered as he met your gaze. “did you wear such dark clothes so no one could see this?” you questioned as your hand traced the tent in his pants, soon thrusting into your palm.
his lips quiverred as hot breaths and gentle moans hit your own. “are you that needy for my touch?” you didn’t have to pester before he nodded vigorously, aside the rose tint of his cheeks. “you’re so cute.” you cooed as your opposing hand slipped underneath his hoodie, pleasantly suprised to find a lack of anything under.
you pulled the fabric up to his collarbones, exposing his toned and bare chest. “hold it.” you demanded, to which he sheepishly complied, growing eager as you leisurely slid the rest of his clothing off his hips and to the ground. his cock gently hit his abdomen as you did so, red, pulsing and dripping pre-cum like no tomorrow.
your hand soon grew moist as you stoked him, leaving him to only slightly thrust his hips into your grasp. your opposing hand travelled up his torso, ever so gently meeting the hard buds of his chest. his breaths became slightly deeper, knuckles turning white as he held the buched up fabric as demanded.
as he got closer and closer, you easily took notice of his legs trembling underneath him, threatening to give out at any moment. his head slipped into the crook of your neck, moans and wet breaths hitting your skin. “i- can’t take it..!” he whined, working up a sweat.
“be a good boy, beel. just a little longer.” you hummed as you pinched one of his now sensitive nipples, sending a shock down his body with a jolt. “you’re still so sensitive.. did walking through the halls with a hard-on get you going?” you snickered, biting into the pale skin of his chest.
“i..i need.. you.” he huffed, desperate and growing frustrated. “i’m right here, beel. tell me what you want.” he could only whimper in response, head thrown back in ecstasy as he further lost his composure. “please….. please let me c-cum… to your touch.!” his sole words and expression barely satisfied you, his desperation only made you want to torture him more.
you drastically increased the pace of your hand, tongue travelling across your lips as his legs quivered and voice hitched. “w-wait.. if you continue like that… i-i can’t…” “if you can hold it as i count down from three i’ll be sure to treat you.” you advised, wanting to just barely push him over the edge.
as obedient as he was, he simply nodded, biting into his bottom lip as his voice could no longer be helped. “three..” as the numbers depleted, you only picked up the pace. “two… one and a half..” “p-please.!!” he whimpered, not wanting anything more than to hear that final number. “the more you beg, the more it makes me want to tease you.” you sneered, gaining yet another desperate cry in return.
as soon as he processed your words, his whole body tensed in relief, legs finally giving out underneath him. now kneeling on the floor, he looked up to you, hand covered in his release.
you gave him the honor of sucking your fingers, huffing as his eyes barely remained open. you found yourself admiring their teariness as he took your fingers willingly. “that’s my good boy.”
I was going to say: please, and if you dont want to or arent comfortable please just let me know. I appreciate you. And your blog is amazing. Either way, thank you for your time sweetie!
Sorry for how long this took! This was a really cute request, I hope you like it! I haven’t written in a while so I’m a little rusty, I’m sorry if it isn’t great. But happy valentine’s day!
You’ve always loved cooking and baking. This didn’t change a bit since you arrived in the devildom, on the contrary, with so many new recipes and ingredients you were more motivated than ever. There was also Beelzebub. You’ve liked him for quite a while now, and he always looked so happy when eating. You tend to admire him in silence, too shy to ever voice your feelings for the demon.
That’s what brought you here. It’s the middle of the night and you should be in bed, but Beel usually comes to get a nightly snack in about an hour, so you wanted to make him his favourite burgers.
Right when you took the buns out of the oven, your favourite demon walked into the kitchen. Woken up by hunger, he was pleasantly surprised by the aroma in the air, but as he entered the room he got worried that it was you who was still up.
“That smells nice. Shouldn’t you be asleep though?” He looks at you with his puppy eyes.
“Maybe, but I wanted to do something nice for you! I made your favourite!” You smile wildly at him as you put the last touches to the burger in front of you and slide it to him.
He stared at you for a second, which was worrying since he didn’t immediately start eating.
“I really appreciate it, but you shouldn’t exhaust yourself.” He looks no less worried than before. “Why would you stay up for me?”
You weren’t sure what to say. You did not want to tell him how you felt, but you don’t know what to use as an excuse. You felt bad for worrying him, but you just genuinely wanted to something nice for him.
You were broken from your thoughts when he spoke again.
“Name… do you like me?”
You started blushing as you panicked slightly, thinking on what to say. You figured that you’ve been caught and might as well admit it.
“Well… Y-yeah! I think you’re great and I like being around you a lot.” You said, avoiding his gaze untill you stopped speaking. You glanced up at him to see his reaction, and see him sweetly smiling at you.
“I like you too. Do you wanna share this?”
Beel sharing his food? He really likes you.
“No, that’s okay! I made it for you.”
“Well then, let’s go to Hell’s Kitchen together tomorrow. My treat.”
You were looking forward to it.
Author’s notes: I’m salty that the event will not give me Lucifer and Luke’s card so instead I’m replacing it with sweet headcanons about the essence of the datables’ kisses and what chocolates you’d give, plus a little bit about how you and Luke teamed up to make them!
Content warning: food, chocolate, candy
Length: 2.4 K
Paring: Beelzebub x gn!reader
Beel takes you out for a little date <3
“Could we… get cake?” Beelzebub asked as he slid his large hand into your smaller one.
“By cake you mean…?” You giggled, your hold tightening around his hand as the two of you walked along the streets of Devildom.
“Cake,” Beel answered bluntly. You let out a soft laugh.
“Beel, I know you’re going to buy more than one cake.” You giggled.
“… I’m hungry.” He muttered.
“We can get cake. As much as you want.” You laughed, your eyes closing for a moment. It was Valentine’s Day after all. His eyes seemed to light up as his pace quickened.
“Asmodeus told me that he saw some displayed in the headless café,” Beelzebub said with a light excitement in his low voice.
Ahhh…we’ve all been there…..
A/N: about our one and only baby boy. I hope you enjoy it.
They smell delicious. That was his first thought of you.
Granted, that probably wasn’t a good thing. But from someone like him, it was a huge compliment.
And believe him, he tried. Like, really, really hard to think of something else. But you were like an extra, extra, extra large serving of spicy devil bat ramen or a giant bowl of beetles, berries, and cream ice cream.
But uh, not in that way. He didn’t want to eat you! He just couldn’t! It’d be pretty messy if he did and probably super painful for you. Plus, Lucifer would yell at him.
Though technically, he did threaten to eat you…once, maybe twice, which probably hasn’t helped your image of him. He knew you found him scary, too or that’s what he assumed. Most demons do already, so what made you–a human–any different?
But hm? What’s this?
You only gave him a piece of candy, but this feeling. It’s hard for him to relax. And did you just call him “cute?” Belphie was cute, kittens were cute, but him?
After you said that, well, he hasn’t been very hungry lately. Just this morning, he only had 12 cheese omelettes instead of his usual 30.
His brothers think he’s dying and at first, so did he. It was Asmodeus, however, who told him otherwise.
“Oh, so that’s what it is. I can live with that.”
Now look at him. He remembers Mammon stating that the Devildom would “freeze over seven times before Beel would ever share his food,” yet here he was giving you the first bite of his swamp tarts. Your smile is so bright and your laugh is so warm. Joke’s on Mammon; it’s not even cold today.
He likes it, this new feeling you gave him. It happens every time he’s with you and even when he’s not. He wants more, a lot more. Does that make him selfish? Hopefully not…
…but even if it does, you’ll let him have it, right?
“You know…” His voice is a harsh whisper, his hot tongue sliding down your neck. Sharp teeth scrape gently against your earlobe as his drooling mouth covers your nape and shoulder in love bites. “It’s not fair how delicious you smell.”
He pushes his knee further between your thighs, forcing you to grab the counter for support, arching your back against him. His huge, veiny hand reaches around and slips under your apron. Rough fingers tease your sex before retreating, then pop into his mouth with a warm hiss.
“So good. So so good. I can’t take it anymore. I need to devour you.”
Beelzebub’s Lover, The Sweetheart (INSERT YOUR FACE/OC HERE)
yummy love | Beelzebub
Summary: Everyone knows that Beel simps for you the most, even you, but you think Beel deserves better. Can Beelzebub break down your walls?
Last chapter 🥺 I’m low key emotional, but let me know if you guys want another text/smau and with who :)
Yes Satan, ignore it sweetie
I really really hope you guys liked yummy love as much as I did, please let me know if you’d all want another smau :)
Author notes: yeah the brain rot from the event got to me, I am weak for the geometric ears.
All brothers included, read the rest under the cut
Warning: spicy content, general bunny boys nonsense, long post
Warning: cockwarming, desk sex, mild spanking
“Be patient, I only have one form left,” he scolds as you start to lay butterfly kisses on his neck.
“Please,” you whine, “You’re the only who can make me feel good.” You feel his cock throb within you but that does nothing to stop the swift smack to your bottom, which now has two matching red marks on it. He rubs your back as you whimper but continues to write. You swear, you hate sound of a pen scrawling against paper now. You try to think about anything except how good it feels to be full but when Lucifer adjusts his position, your trance is shattered and a whine leaves your lips.
You let out a moan as he lifts you, feeling every ridge and vein of his cock as it leaves you. Lucifer swiftly turns you over so you’re bent over his desk, and you can feel arousal build at the idea of finally getting what you’ve wanted all night.
“Good job.” His praise is whispered against your skin in a husky tone and the hot breath sends shiver down your spine. You’re not given a chance to respond when his hips snap forward and slams you down you on his cock, all coherent speech leaving as each thrust hits your sweet spot.
✨Younger brothers edition✨
(technically Asmo doesn’t take a nap, but goddammit I liked his headcanon too much to change it up!)
Summary: Belphie has a nightmare, and you & Beel go to comfort him
Seven Days for Seven Brothers Series - AO3
It’s a familiar scene.
You were in Beel & Belphies’ room again, curled up in Beel’s arms like you had been so many months ago. You just hoped Mammon had the decency to not kick the door in this time.
Of course you’ve slept with Beel more times than that, after that incident, and always the same. His arm wrapped around you from behind. The even rise and fall of his chest against your back. His face buried into your neck and hair to take in your scent, the gentle breath of his breathe against your skin.
It was incredibly peaceful. You love all the boys, and sleeping with them, but there was something about Beel and his size that made the experience that much more comforting. Like sleeping with a huge teddy bear. If you had been awake you would have giggled at that.
You feel the demon at your back start to shift. An unusual occurrence as typically he slept like a log. You rouse a little yourself at the movement as well, so by the time he lifted his head out of your hair you were half-awake. “Belphie?”
Turning to look over your shoulder, you see Beel awake now. His normally placid, happy expression furrowed in concern. “Hmm? What’s wrong?” You ask in a sleep mottled voice.
“Belphie’s having a nightmare.”
You let out a soft, surprised noise before turning over to look across the room at Belphie’s bed. He doesn’t seem to be in any distress. He looked like he was sleeping normally, curled tight around his favorite pillow. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. I can feel it.” His express looked pained in sympathy, and the arms still wrapped around your waist tighten slightly.
So that’s how he knew. Their link, their bond, as twins had tipped him off that Belphie was in distress. He must have felt his twins pain in his sleep and woken up; unable to help him when he was asleep.
“What should we do?” You ask curiously. Concerned for Belphie as well now.
“I don’t know.” Beel seemed to be getting more distressed now. He wanted to help, but doesn’t know what to do. If it was something physical he could fight it, but how do you fight something imaginary?
“Come on. Let’s go.”
The red head looked up at you confused. His expression hurt that you were pulling away from him, aside from being upset for Belphie, when you stood up. You offer him your hand and he seemed to understand then what was going on. You both get out of bed and go over to Belphie’s. Now that you were closer you can see that not all was well. His brow was slightly furrowed. Tiny, pinprick tears were collecting in his lashes. He really was having a nightmare. And if Beel hadn’t sensed it he would have just suffered alone.
You both crawl into bed with him. Beel taking the same position he had with you at his back, and you curling in tight against his front. He seemed to sense this in his sleep and immediately abandoned his precious pillow to cling to your front.
“It’s alright Belphie. We’re here for you.” Beel said quietly. Hoping his whispers got through to his twin’s subconscious.
“Yeah, we’re not going anywhere.” You mimic back as well.
It seemed to work as Belphie’s grip loosened a little and his body relaxed. Not to full peaceful sleep yet, but improving.
You lift your hand to lift brush his hair with your fingers, looking over to see Beel staring at you. His gaze intense in the dark. Seeming to say so many things like ‘I’m worried’, ‘thank you’, ‘I love you’. If his twin wasn’t an immediate barricade between you, you would have kissed him on the spot.
Eventually you all fall back asleep. Getting through the night without incident. Belphie doesn’t tell you what his nightmare was about, but you can guess by how much he clung to both of you the next day; luckily it was his day next otherwise someone was going to threaten to burn this house down. Things return to normal eventually and you all get a peaceful night’s sleep again the next evening.
Oooooo this is really interesting! I can just imagine Doll!MC just making everyone so scared every time she moves because they could probably hurt themselves just bumping into a wall because they look so fragile lol. These were short, so hope you enjoy!