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I love Beelzebub from Obey Me lol. That's it, that's all. I love Beel <3

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Beel my absolute FAV

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Headcanon me and @linjieni had like forever 🥺❤️‍🔥

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{Rice & Rabbits Ch.3}

Oni!Beelzebub X fem!Reader

Chapter III - "Liar's Rice" is up!

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("wtf are you on about?" Chapter 1 here lol)

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I think I’ll also draw the other brothers’ pancake preferences

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No empty stomaches on my blog, sheeps.

If you're currently hungry - go eat.

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Of strawberries and kisses.

Beelzebub x reader. Pure fluff

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Beelzebub loved to kiss you. It was something he discovered back when he developed feelings for you.

At first, your lips were distracting. He loved them most when you smiled happily. But the first time he kissed you, he confirmed it.

The avatar of gluttony couldn't get enough of them. Every time he saw you, he had to, even if it was just a quick peck.

But his addiction only grew after a trip you made to the human world. You began to taste different.

The scent of strawberry reached him every time he bent down. Human world strawberry. Those were hard to get in the devildom.

It came to a point where he just had to ask where you kept your secret stash. He only wanted two... Or three!

"Strawberry?" You tilted your head in confusion, brows furrowing. Then, it clicked. Your favourite strawberry lipgloss.

You couldn't help but laugh, causing him even more confusion. What was so funny?

"Oh, Beel. It's just a lipgloss"You explained, pointing at your lips.

"So I can't eat it?"He asked sadly.

"No, you can't" The pout and downcast look made your heart clench. "You can still kiss me, though!"

You didn't have to ask him twice. The demon quickly took that chance.

You did have to reapply the lipgloss afterwards.

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Obey Me! When he trusts you | Part 3 (Asmodeus & Beelzebub)

Masterlist | Part 1 (Luci & Mammon) | Part 2 (Levi & Satan)

I am fighting a headache today so that definitely inspired Beel's 🫠 These two were a bit tricky but still fun to write for!!

CW: none (though one person has a headache and in pain, but all good in the end!)

Content type: lighthearted fluff

MC gender not mentioned/gender neutral

💕 Asmodeus 💕

It's probably not a surprise that affection and showing imperfection are big parts of Asmo's love language and how he shows trust

Asmo puts so much pressure on himself to be beloved. His entire identity depends on it. He has to be perfect, or he won't be loved, and if he's not loved... Who is he? It's a constant weight that the fifth born bears with good cheer, and part of why he takes so much care in his appearance (but not all - he does genuinely enjoy it and feels passionate about it!)

He's pretty protective over his hair especially, since maintaining the slight curl requires a strict routine and it's one of his favorite features of himself (though honestly, it's like picking a favorite child! How is he supposed to choose?)

All of this is why Asmo actually isn't very touchy with people he doesn't trust, or people he doesn't know well.

He was the same with you, when you first met - always keeping a certain amount of distance and simply not getting very physically close to you.

Things started to change as the two of you got closer. Asmo now freely and eagerly offers as many hugs as you like <3 he rests his head on your shoulder when he's tired. He touches your arm when he's getting your attention. He offers to paint your nails, and even lets you run your fingers through his hair because you get special privileges ~

Even if you're not a very touchy person, well, that's alright too <3 Asmo would jump right into phase 2 - compliments.

It becomes kind of a game for him - how far away from you can he be and still make you blush?

Sometimes he passes you notes in class full of compliments and flirty remarks that make your eyes fly wide and your cheeks start to turn red, only for him to grin unabashedly at you when you shoot a look his way.

Sometimes he randomly starts gushing about how much you mean to him and how adorable you are and all these tiny features and mannerisms he loves about you with great glee.

If you're more shy and flustered, you are reduced to a blushing mess making incomprehensible squeaking nosies of protest. Asmo is delighted he gets to see you like this and tells you as much straight away, lowering his voice to a coo that does NOTHING to help your current situation please Asmo have mercy 😭😭😭

If you're more confident and wanting to get him flustered, oho, my friend, the game is ON. Finally, a worthy challenger. Your battle will be legendary!

It starts simple enough, with banter and flirting back and forth, but before long it escalates. You're standing outside his window at 9:00 at night playing a serenade on your phone at max volume, soliloquizing about Asmo as if he were a princess in a tower (he loves it. Lucifer, not so much). Asmo sets up an entire RAD wide scavenger hunt just for you, full of personalized messages and gifts meant to sweep you off your feet (the final prize to find was him <3).

💕

There is one day where Lucifer ends up stringing Asmo from the ceiling and tying you to a chair (as humans can't hang upside down for a long period of time) because of a series of unfortunate events.

Asmo rarely gets the hanging upside down treatment, and he's pretty upset about it because hanging upside down is terrible for his skin, all the blood rushing to his head makes his skin so blotchy for days! And worst of all, you're here to see the whole thing! It's enough to make tears burn Asmo's eyes, because this is absolutely NOT how he ever wanted you to see him, and he tells you as much as he slowly sways from the end of the rope, his heart hammering.

"Asmo," you look up at him, your eyes soft and genuine as your voice goes quiet, "I'm not going to stop loving you, or think any less of you, if you aren't perfect. I love you. That means you on your bad days, too."

Asmo's breath catches in his throat, and for once, he seems speechless. He blinks owlishly at you, a flush darkening his cheeks, before he gives a little damp laugh and sniffles, "Oh, hon… You really know just want to say, don't you? I love you too, so much! I just wish I could hug you right now…"

You answer by scooting your chair closer so you two can lightly bump foreheads, and Asmo's heart swells even more.

After a few moments you can't help but say, "I win, by the way," You smile fondly up at the demon blinking down at you.

"What?" His nose wrinkles delicately in confusion.

"You couldn't flirt back after that one, so I win~" you say lightly.

And there's the sound of that beautiful laughter you love so much as he admits defeat, congratulating you on actually managing to best him, and honestly that was so impressive ~ if you're not careful, he'll fall for you even more!

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🟥 Beelzebub 🟥

One of the biggest things Beel does when he trusts you is ask for head pats.

He's still a bit bashful about it, but sometimes he comes up from behind you to rest his chin on your shoulder with a hopeful look on his face until you run your fingers through his hair, making him smile warmly and lean into your touch. Other times he pats you first if you're game, his hand gentle despite how strong he is as he runs his hand through your hair fondly before offering his head like a friendly, very tall Newfoundland waiting for scratches. Sometimes you smile at him and stand on your tiptoes, tugging at the front of his shirt, and he turns red and smiles happily as he leans down for a kiss and an affectionate hair tousle.

🟥

The habit comes from a kind memory Beel holds close.

It isn't something Beel broadcasts, but he's pretty prone to hunger headaches and it's not unusual for him to have a few every week. Usually he can shrug them off with some discomfort, but if they get really bad Belphie blacks out their room and would fight their father to make sure no one bothers Beel while he rests. Guard Belphie is no joke.

One day you show up at the twins' door, and Belphie flicks his tail across the door and shakes his head, "Nope. Bad one today. Beel needs quiet right now," he murmurs quietly, an echo of discomfort on his face from his connection to his twin. When Beel's head hurts, Belphie can always tell.

You pull out your D.D.D. and show Belphie some info, explaining you want to try to help and you've read that head massages could do just that. You promise you'll be quiet and leave if Beel asks you to. Belphie hesitates before nodding, drawing his tail back to let you through.

You quietly slip into the twins room, which is nearly pitch black, to find Beel lying on his bed with a cool towel covering his forehead. The poor demon looks like he's been run over by Cerberus. Beel groans quietly as you walk over to the side of his bed, cracking open an eye to look morosely up at you. It tugs at your heart to see him looking so sad and in pain, and you hurry to whisper as hushed as you can the same explanation you gave Belphie, and ask if Beel's alright with you trying it.

Beel hums and gives a tiny nod, the start of a word building in his chest, but he winces and stops before it can escape. Taking a breath, he starts trying to sit up, but you hastily stop him with a soft touch on his chest. Sitting next to him on the bed, you gently guide his head into your lap and run your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp, temples, and neck with care. Beel melts under your touch, sighing as some of the constant tension starts to melt from his shoulders.

Before long he's asleep in your lap, snoring softly as you keep up your work, determined to soothe away every tense muscle that bothers your demon.

Ever since that day, Beel loves getting head pats and feeling your hands in his hair, reminding him of how safe and cared for he felt in the middle of all that pain. If he feels a headache coming on, he starts stopping by and asking you to work your magic again, which you happily oblige.

As he gets more comfortable, he starts asking for a head pat just because :) and he's sure to make it clear he's happy to return the favor anytime!

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