It was a peaceful day for you, occasionally cleaning up messes around the house. Everything was fine while you cooked, knowing damn well Beelzebub could smell it from across the house. He was behind you immediately. He was wearing the shirt you gave him trying to not rip it with his muscles and and his giant man boobs. It proved to be difficult.

“Whatcha making.” He mumbled, looking over the humans shoulder. He was way taller and larger than you, you only came to his chest.