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Saw that you're taking requests! Your piece about Mammon being clingy got me with the scenting, so I wanted to ask for something about Beel sneakily scenting Mc and then they find out what he's been doing? But like, positively :) only if it inspires you of course!

P.S.: anon isn't on and you might get more requests if you allow anonymous asks! Just fyi <3

- @kitsune-oji

Hi! Of course I can do that for you. About the anon, I have no clue how to turn it on because when it comes to tumblr, I'm like a very old man that doesn't understand technology ^^"

I too love a scenting piece, and I didn't know whether or not you wanted this to be romantic, so I left it up to your interpretation! <3

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The marble countertop is warm beneath the heat of your thighs. Your legs swing idly, causing your heels to drum softly on the cupboard below as you tip your head back against the wall. Your eyes flickered to the clock tucked above the fridge, just visible enough to make out the time.

3:36, AM.

Beel was beside you, his lower back settled against the counter as in his hands, he held a (comically) large sandwich. From the few minutes you'd spent eyeing it, you'd come to the conclusion that the countless layers consisted of strange meats, cheese, sauces, and the occasional fat lump of lettuce.

He was, albeit with frustration, slowly chewing his biteful. Lucifer had made a passing remark about savouring your food, and that eating at a slower rate was financially better for the brothers. The poor thing was trying so hard to do as he was told, swallowing hard.

You shuffle over a bit and rest your hand against his nape, gently stroking it with your knuckles and teasing the wisps of ginger baby hair. He pauses, and lifts his gaze up to meet yours. All the concentration and tensity melt from his expression, and a kind smile graces his lips. "Hello, MC."

"Hello, Beel," You soothe, returning his smile with a sweet one of your own. "You know you're doing such a good job, don't you? It must be very hard for you."

His eyes soften and he tilts his head back into your warm and caring fingers. "Yes, it is," Beel murmurs, before his smile suddenly shifts to a delicate frown and a look of concern. "I'm sorry, MC."

His arms suddenly wrap around your waist and pull you flush to his large frame; and yet he's so delicate with you. The subtle squeeze of his arms, the loving brush of his fingers, Beel is so careful not to harm you in any way possible, and you can feel your heart swell.

"Sorry? Sorry for what?"

"Having you up so late." He blanks, staring up at you like a puppy. You shake your head slowly with an adoring chuckle, and ease your arms around his neck. With your hand cupping the back of his head, you tuck his face into the crook of your neck, and your fingers comb slowly through his silken locks.

"When I'm around you," Beel starts softly,

"When I'm touching you, I don't feel hungry. I only want that moment to last." He finishes, and your heart pulls.

"I like to have you with me, MC." He adds, his large fingers smoothing out on your skin and dragging down the curve of your lower back. He gradually brushes his cheek up and along the slant of your neck, nuzzling his forehead over your shoulder and nearly purring in response to catching the lingering smell of himself from the last time he scented you.

You watch his movements, pulling your nails delicately down his scalp and through his hair. He'd done this before; catching your wrist as you walked to your next class and trying every possible method of subtly rubbing his skin on yours before he had to leave.

Satan had caught you after that lesson to explain. From what he'd taught you, Beel was scenting you. Almost marking you, even, putting his energy into ensuring you smelt like him every moment of the day. "To ward off unwanted attention," He'd said, not telling you the part where being scented that heavily was the same as grabbing a chunky marker and writing "Property of Beel" on every inch of your body.

Beel slowed when you whispered his name, your hand travelling down his neck and cheek to tilt up his chin. His pupils had swollen, and his hair was slightly tousled from your messing with it. "Beel," You breathed once more, feeling a burning shyness creeping up behind your cheeks.

"Can... may I scent you back?" You smiled bashfully, and he seemed stunned; at you recognising his touch as scenting, and at you wanting to scent him.

"Can humans do that?" Beel asked, and you nodded hesitantly. "Well, no, but.. maybe my body spray or something will stick with you," You reasoned. He barely thought a second longer, guiding your head into his neck.

He smelt warm. Like vanilla and cinnamon, like a delicious cupcake freshly baked. You gently nuzzled into his skin, rubbing your cheek against him and pressing your forehead to his pulse as your fingers massaged through his hair.

"There," You whisper, certain that Beel can feel your lips moving due to the warm rumble that emits from his chest. "Now nobody will mess with you, either."

Beel smiled down at you- and held himself back. If his human wanted to think their scent kept him safer than his muscles and status;

Then he'd laugh softly, kiss the top of their head, and let them...

<3