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Beelzebubs🍕🍧B-Day cooking

Y/n Had always had talent for cooking and baking, even if it was only her hobby. She liked spredning joy, and she found that cooking was the most effective way to accomplice that. She enjoyed the smiles, and hums that sometime followed. Food was delicious, and even better when shared. Problem is, she had never cooked for a person quite like Beel before. The gentle, but giant demon ate like there was no tomorrow. So getting the food to stretch was always a challenge.

Y/n had decided that she wanted to cook some of Beel's, and her own favorite dishes for his upcoming birthday. She had begun planning a month in advance, she had to get all of her recipies together, earn some money by working, and by all the groceries. She had already told Lucifer of her birthday cooking surprise. He had no protests as long as she didn't inconvenience the others, and cleaned up after herself. Good so far so good, she got Lucifers approval.

Then there is the other challenge. Y/n began pacing back and forth in her room. She wanted to cook so much that even Beel would be slightly satisfied, and she couldn't even begin to imagine how much time that was going to take. Which brought her back to the current issue. The cooking had to be done in batches. But where to hide the finished batches, while she was making the next. Also what if it had to be cooled at all times, like the giant sundae she wanted to make him.

She was still pacing back and forth, contemplating her options. She could ask Solomon to cast a spell, so that Beel wouldn't be able to smell the food. But if she hid it all in her room, that meant she would have to keep it off limits to all the demon brothers and that was not likely to happen. She finally decided to consult Solomon, tomorrow in between their classes. And so she went ahead and changed into her favorite night gown, wanting to get some sleep and clear her head a bit.

Almost as soon as her head hit her pillow, she was interrupted by a knock on the door. " Come in" Y/n voice could be heard in the hallway. Well speaking of the devil and he shall appear, She thought to herself. Because in walked Beel, he looked as exhausted as she felt like. "Can I sleep next to you tonight, Satan has been on my case ever since the snacking incident. And I'm always less hungry when I'm with you" Beel asked. Even though he was sleepy, he still managed to blush a bit as the words left his mouth. He didn't want to seem clingy, but he really liked sleeping next to you. Beside it was not like it wasn't true, his appetite was smaller when he was with you. The reason was simple, because when he was with you. He got hungry for you, and your attention. 

You were too tired to say anything so you just gave him a small smile, that made his heart flutter in his chest. you patted the empty space next to you, as an invite for him to join you on the bed. Once he laid down, he pulled your back against his firm chest. Only now did you realise that he had no shirt on, and it was distracting to say the least. You could feel all of his broad, defined and firm muscles against you back. Usually he didn't affect you as bad as he did now, you had already come to terms with your crush on him.

It was amazing how gentle he always was when you shared the bed, it was like you were his most prized possession. His appetite always stunned you, but he made up for his glutton behavior with all that exercise. It made him the biggest of his brothers, and the tallest. You always felt tiny next to him, but it wasn't like you were complaining. It made you feel safe. At last you emptied your mind, relaxed and let sleep overtake you.

Unbeknownst to you, you had a big smile on your face as you slept.

Mammon was storming through the house, it was breakfast time but you and Beel were missing. When that happened, you were usually together. When he arrived at your door, he didn't bother knocking. He just stormed straight inside, but what he saw broke a little piece of his heart. Mammon liked you, he was your first demon and protector. So naturally he had developed a little crush, but his heart tore a bit at the sight in front of him. At some point in the night you had laid your head on Beel's chest, while you were hugging him. Beel had his big arms around your waist, and head on top of yours. The smiles you had on your faces were, what broke him the most. That was supposed to be him in bed with you, his human. Not his younger brother. It was supposed to be him, holding you like the tressure you were.