In which you can feel the pain of your soulmate. You can’t figure out whether your soulmate is just accident prone or has an intense workout regime. But then something happens to your soulmate and you can’t put off meeting them any longer.
(Imagine below the cut)
When you wake up sore every morning since your soulmark activated, you became grumpy.
Sure you were happy to know that you had a soulmate that was fit, but couldn’t they tone it down a notch?
In retaliation, you started working out too, and made sure to go a little overboard to give them a taste of their own medicine.
You noticed that your soulmate seemed to go a little easier, and you wanted to cry in relief.
But then one day you feel like someone stabbed you in the stomach, and you keeled over in the middle of the street, leaving concerned bystanders to try and help you into a more comfortable position.
You ended up dialing your friends number to get him to come get you.
That one old lady was shooketh when a swirling portal appeared in front of you and a white haired man stepped through to pick you up and carry you to god knows where.
Hell, you were vaguely confused when it happened, but at the moment you were in too much pain to care that your best friend was apparently magical.
When Solomon brought you to the bedside of a ginger man surrounded by six other men, you just about died in embarrassment.
“Who the hell is that and why did you bring them?”
Solomon said nothing, and instead laid you next to the ginger man, who was unconscious at the time.
“Solomon what the hell is going on?”
You were embarrassed, and the fact that he was laying you in a bed next to a man you didn’t know wasn’t helping.
But then he forcefully moved your hand to touch the bare skin of the ginger and the pain melted away.
You knew exactly what this meant, but right then you were thinking less about the fact that Solomon found your soulmate, and more about the fact that the man was taking away your pain.
He too seemed to relax a little, and to the surprise of the other six boys, he pulled you into his embrace.
Fandom: Obey Me
Part: 6/7
General
Beelzebub is always so afraid of hurting you because he’s so big.
Compared to his brothers, he’s more used to physical affection due to all of his time spent with Belphegor.
Beel is also the most open when it comes to attention, and will flat out ask for hugs or kisses whenever he wants them.
Hands
Beels hands absolutely dwarf yours.
When you hold his hand yours is just completely engulfed in his and he finds it adorable.
The man just has big hands.
If he’s not holding food when out in public, you can bet he’s holding your hand.
Beelzebub's hands are always pleasantly warm.
Play with his fingers while cuddling and he’ll just give you the softest smile as he thinks about how happy he is to have you.
Kisses
Not gonna lie, he gets distracted easily.
If Beel is kissing your neck, he’ll add a little nibble here and there because you just smell so good and he got hungry for a moment.
Don’t worry though, he won’t break skin.
He loves kissing your stomach where his pact mark is, and your neck is his second favorite place to kiss.
If you want a kiss on the lips, you’ll either have to pull his head down to your height or he’ll pick you up.
Hugs
To hug Beelzebub is to hug a giant teddy bear.
You just flat out disappear from view as he wraps his arms around you.
He’s always so warm and when he holds you against him and presses a quick kiss to the top of your head?
Boom. Instant blush.
He gets flustered about those innocent kisses too, you just can’t see the faint blush on his face because you’re too busy trying not to fall asleep in his warm embrace.
Cuddles
Cuddling with Beel is like cuddling with a giant pillow.
Although he’s mostly firm muscle, if you lay on his chest then it gets pretty comfy.
Beelzebub is afraid of accidentally hurting you, so he’ll insist that you’re always on top of him when cuddling or the little spoon.
He loves when you trace little patterns on any of his exposed skin while you cuddle.
The two of you fit together like puzzle pieces and he loves it.
Asmo is always squealing about how cute this is whenever you fall asleep on Beel on the living room couch during movie night.
Hello! Sorry to bother you, but I saw you were wanting OB requests, so I'd thought I would submit one 🙂
Angst/Comfort with Lucifer and Beel? (Seperate pls/and romantically). MC is feeling extremely down, her mental health has declined and she just feels empty and disconnected and she doesn't understand why? And she doesn't think anyone will understand so she goes and confesses to them about it?
I apologize if it's to much, thank you 🩷
Of course! And no worries at all, I may not answer requests immediately but I'll try! So, send in a request if you have any!
This is based in the original timeline!
Warnings ;; Bad mental health, comfort from both Lucifer and Beelzebub, (kind of) stress eating in Beelzebub's part, and (technically) alcohol in Lucifer's part, proceed with caution.
Relationship ;; Romantic
Type ;; Headcanons
Seeing you hurt, hurt Lucifer in response.
Lucifer clearly loved you dearly, even if he may have been a little too strict at times, he did love you.
Lucifer's immediate response to your confession was a frown, said frown being replaced with a gentle and comforting smile in the end.
"I'm deeply sorry you're going through such a time, my dear. I love you, dearly. Would you like a glass of Demonus?"
The fallen angel would ask, his voice soft as he gently looked at you.
If you said yes, he'd grab his best and oldest bottle of Demonus, pouring both of you a glass.
He'd slide you the glass, silently sitting next to you in front of the fire in his private study, that hid in the House of Lamentation's library.
He would never pressure you into speaking your mind, he'd only ask that you spoke the truth when you did so.
Beelzebub felt his heart clench inside of his chest at your confession.
He pulled his head out of the refrigerator, looking over at you with a frown.
He stood up straight, holding his left wrist to his chest with his right hand.
His silence filled the room after your heartfelt confession.
After many a moment of silence, he handed you a plate of sweet confectionaries.
"I.. may not know what you're going through exactly, but.. I can always offer you some sweets? They always help me when I feel guilty for Lilith's passing. After all, you're the one who helped me realize that it wasn't my fault. I love you for that, so much."
Beelzebub responded, taking a confection off of the plate and taking a bite.
He continued to hold the plate out to you, waiting for you to take one.
Even if you said no, he'd find something else for you to eat.
Food always helped him, so he'll try to help you with the same thing.
List of Chapters for my fanfiction named;
The premium version of human is here to wreak house, mfs.
(Pls reblog, it gives motivation :3)
(P.s If there's anything wrong with the links, pls tell me)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chp. 1.1 (Yet to be available)
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Gender Neutral reader x Beezlebub Smut
Content Warning: praise kink, food play, biting, finger sucking, internal creampie
Summary: You start making lunch with Beel only to find him hungry for something else. Second point of view.
AN: This is the first fanfiction I’ve done since middle school and I did it as a valentine’s day gift for my friend so a lot of work has been put into it and I made it with love <3. Don’t mind the inconsistencies if there are any, I didn’t edit it when I transferred it from the notes app in my phone. I’ll be posting more soon :) Smut under the cut!
It was a cloudy day in the Devildom. The already dark realm was left in a gloomy state that even the demons felt. Beel texted you early that day before any of his brothers asking you to meet him in the kitchen. Thinking this was going to be another snack break you shrugged and left the comfort of laying in your bed bored.
When you walked in you were surprised to see Beel in an apron setting out ingredients for lunch. He had chicken already defrosted and an abundance of other ingredients not excluding vegetables. He looked over at you with a content smile setting down the last of the spices from the cupboard.
"I thought we could make lunch together." Beel said, resting his hand over his stomach when it growled lightly. He was glancing over at the ingredients tempted to just take a nibble with creased brows and a small pout.
"Sure." you smiled to yourself at his attempt of self control and found a similar apron folded on the counter. Grabbing it you tied it around your waist looking at the small embroidered bee at the front matching the style of the small bear on Beel's apron front.
"Great! There was recipe I was wanting to try." Beel looked through a human world recipe book, no doubt one he borrowed from Satan. His finger was nearly the length of the spine of the book. It looked way too inviting for it being so early in the day, but you've done worse things in the morning than gawk at a finger.
You had to remind yourself to actually look at the recipe and not just at Beel's hands. It was a honey garlic chicken recipe, which seemed easy enough. The vegetables, you guessed, were for a side salad and potatoes. He had a lot of food planned, he must have wanted to keep you for a while or he was prepared for if he ate some by accident.
The lord of Gluttony was already hungry after just finishing breakfast and knowing this you wanted to work fast. You had just put the chicken in the pan when you turned to Beel drooling. His gaze transfixed on you working at the stove before he glanced back at the vegetables he chopped for the salad. It looked like he took a bite out of one of the heads of lettuce before you turned.
"Beel, are you okay?" you asked when he didn't look away. He simply nodded, not trusting his voice at the moment. You side eyed him in suspicion but turned back to the stove to finish seasoning the chicken.
He walked slowly over to you, as if his sudden movement would frighten you away. His arms encase your waist as you felt his chin rest itself on the top of your head. His touch held a hesitation you weren't used to but he was always so warm.
"Can we take a break?" his voice was a slow rasp as he reached over the stove and turned down the temperature. His hand grabbed your's making it sticky from the honey you used in the chicken. You cringed at the feeling.
Beel brought your hand up to his mouth, licking up the honey he smeared on you. His mouth was warm and tongue barely fit between your fingers. When he pulled back Beel couldn't help but lick his lips when he looked down at you.
"I want you." he stated breathlessly "You just look so delicious I can't help myself." he leaned in just in front of your lips, glancing at them with half lidded eyes but allowing you to close the distance between you.
As soon as you pressed your lips against his Beel grabbed your waist squeezing your sides gingerly. The kiss slowly got more passionate when he turned you around to press you against the kitchen table. His lips started to devour your's and his hands wondered up your sides hooking under your armpits to lift you onto the counter.
His hands grasped at your thighs eliciting a hum of approval from you. He licked at your bottom lip hoping to gain entry. When you opened your mouth his tongue filled you entirely. There was hardly a crevice he didn't explore. Once he had his fill he ventured down your neck biting and sucking on the skin just to get a taste of you. He untied your apron and let it fall to the floor. His hands played with the edge of your shirt before pulling it above your head and discarding it nearby.
The sudden chill made you shiver but was quickly replaced with Beel's warm body surrounding you. His hand left your sides to gently play with your nipples. Gasping for air at the sudden stimulation your hand raked through his hair scratching lightly at his scalp. He let out a sigh and traveled downwards to nip at your chest.
"You're doing amazing." he hummed before rubbing at your shorts. He pulled them down in one swift motion before rubbing at your underwear. He teased your hole lightly, encircling it with his finger until it twitched from anticipation. His other hand traveled up to cup your face forcing you to keep looking at him when he pulled down your underwear.
He glanced down at your eager sex before rubbing at your sensitive tip. Beel's grip on your jaw tighted forcing you in place at the same time his ministrations sped up.
You gasped and arched your back but your head remained in Beel's grip. He groaned watching your hole pucker. He wanted to ram into you until you both collapsed but knew he couldn't now. He was working you up as fast as he could to avoid any of his brothers walking in and seeing you like this.
"You look so good like this- taking it so well" he husked into your ear. The tent in his pants rubbed against your thigh as he went faster, your gasps egging him on. A particularly hard twitch overtook you as you felt tension build in your stomach. He pressed harder onto your sex with furrowed brows. He wanted you to cum so bad. He needed you to come at least once before he can really fuck you.
You croaked out a moan and pressed your forehead to Beel's when you finally released. Your hole clenched on nothing but you were satisfied to just keep Beel close. He planned on making it up to you regardless.
He let you ride out your orgasm and catch your breath before finally taking his apron off. He let his pants fall just enough for his cock to spring out. Beel teased your hole with the tip of his dick. It was already red and leaking precum from just watching you.
He entered slowly, giving you time to get used to his length but he was heavy and even the agonizing pace he set was too much. A groan left Beel when he felt you twitch on him.
"You feel so good. I could never get enough." he mumbled looking into your eyes. He lifted his hand from the table and brought it to your mouth, using his thumb to trace your bottom lips gently. He bottomed out with a moan, shaking to restrain himself from thrusting without giving you time to get used to his size. You were so full he was already hitting your most sensitive parts.
Grinding your hip on him, you let him know you were ready for him to start moving. He groaned and thrusted by reflex, earning a whimper from you. Beel started again, going slow but deep, pinning you onto the table with his body, his chest pressed against yours. You were so sensitive for him, sighing and gasping each time he thrusted deeper.
Beel picked up his pace, his hips met you with vigor causing you to grasp onto his shoulders. You couldn't find purchase from how hard he was thrusting and often your hands slid down to his chest letting you grab at them and rub along his nipples. He groaned into you ear and moved his thumb from your jaw to press into your lips. He needed to feel you more.
You suckled at the honey and sweat that mixed on his hands. His thumb pressed your tongue down as he increased his speed once again. You could feel the air being knocked out of your lungs from each thrust.
"You're doing so good. So good for me. So good." he mumbled, his voicing rasping to a croak when he felt you twitch around him. Tension built up in your gut. Beel could feel it too, he felt you tighten around him. He bit down on your shoulder not wanting to be too loud but he felt so good. He kissed the indents from his teeth before doing the same to the other side.
His hips started sputtering. You twitched at even the slightest movement, you were so close. At a sudden deep thrust, your vision went white, you clenched down, soaking Beel's shirt. He came with a muffled grunt, still biting down on your shoulder. He thrusted as deep as he could when he finally released his cum into you. His warmth filled you.
He released his mouth from your shoulder with a gentle kiss. You looked down at him with his thumb still hooked between your teeth. Beel smiled up at you with a chuckle. He wrapped both arms around your waist gingerly, hugging you and nuzzling his face into your neck.
When he finally pulled out and tucked himself into his pants, his cum dribbled onto the table and you sighed only just remembering where you were and how much your back hurts from being railed on such a hard surface. Your hips were so sore you wondered if you'll be able to even stand let alone finish lunch.
"Was I too rough?" Beel asked worriedly. His unintentional puppy dog eyes made it hard to respond truthfully but you knew as soon as you got down he would be able to tell.
"Don't worry, I liked it. My legs just hurt. Can you get my clothes?" You smiled, causing him to nod. He grabbed your clothes and helped you put them on.
"I'll finish lunch. You can just sit at the table and I'll carry you to bed when we're done eating." Beel kissed your temple, lifted you up gently by the thighs, and set you onto a kitchen chair. He picked up his apron from the floor and went back to cooking.