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Beel: *eating a cinnamon roll*

MC: cannibalism.

Beel: *confused chewing*

BEELZEBUB + APHRODISIACS/RUT

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

cw. gn!reader, breeding kink, creampies, semi-public —kitchen—, knotting, implied omegaverse only for Beel, mild size kink. reader gets called beautiful once, and "mine" multiple times.

900 words, this wasn't supposed to get too long.

⌫ tags; @threeleggedcrow @tinymaru @yuujispinkhair @httphaitani @mrsmorgenstern @dyslexicashell @grayce-after-hours @delphi-dreamin @ibby-miyoshi-nerd

[3:00 am] marked on your D.D.D. the bright screen almost blinded you for a second, a second of calmness before you heard a loud crash of something falling on the kitchen floor, merely a few steps away from you.

you immediately thought it was Beel, going on another hunger rampage that you would have prefered to avoid if it weren't because of Lucifer and your task of protecting the fridge.

an eerie feeling like someone was watching you, covered you whole at the same moment you stepped out of your room.

light and quiet footsteps barely left any sound in the dark space, only low and animalistic grunts were heard at the distance, growing louder as you approached the kitchen.

"Beel?" you asked at the sudden quietness, your fingers roaming on the wall in search of the light switch, only to be greeted by a large hand on your wrist, earning a shriek from you.

as you tried to adapt to the darkness and take a look at Beel, the only thing you heard was a low "I'm sorry" before getting shoved aside and thrown onto the kitchen island, grunting at the careless way he manhandled you.

"Beel what's going on?" you hissed, trying to stay away from the wood edges digging uncomfortably on your pelvis, your hands stretching to the middle of the counter, helplessly pushing your body back to gain control.

"you smell so good" he mumbled darkly, something about his voice sent a shiver down your spine, and his own hands, much larger, covered yours, intertwined, like he was purposely pressing you down without a place to escape.

"Beel—" you tried again, breathless from his weight almost crushing you down.

"i need you" he replied, and you, about to protest if it weren't because of something poking on your ass and his lips capturing yours in the blink of an eye. his lips, that usually had a salty taste were now sweet, cloyingly sweet with a strong aftertaste that left your body trembling, dizzy and almost limp, "you taste so sweet, i love how you taste, i need more, please— i need to touch you, i need to fuck you"

and he's quick to tear down your sleeping shorts as soon as a yes slips from your mouth, fingers barely prepping you, eyes darkened with lust just like your non coherent thoughts, only thinking about his fat cock filling you up.

his shaft that was usually kind of painful to manage at first, was now extra swollen, painfully hard and stretching your hole apart with a sting that verged on pain.

you felt your body start to convulse when Beel let out a string of curses, his low and raspy voice echoing in the empty kitchen, not that you cared about waking someone up, all your fucked our brain thought was about how deliciously the large demon above you was stretching you apart, eyes rolling back further with each inch that sank on you.

"almost there" Beel licked his lips, hands on your ass stretching you further apart for his eyes to devour the filthy sight in front of him.

"Beel— it's too big" you whined, crying out with each short thrust of his cock that pushed a bit more inside of you, "i can't anymore"

"yes you can, you can take it, just a little more" he murmured, watching how just half of his cock was in, "you're so beautiful, so tight, and all mine" he mumbled with a strangled voice, working the inches left inside your hole that welcomed him with a clench, your mouth hanging open and drooling all over the counter.

"come here" he said, slipping one of his hands between your bodies and down your shirt to play with your nipples while the other grasped on one of your hands, glued to the cold marble.

"Beel!" you cried out, with a choked out cry, you felt how the swollen base of his cock nestled on your ass, loudly slapping against your skin with each hard thrust inside of you, he fucked you like he was desperate, like he wanted to push his knot inside your hole, nor giving you any second to adjust, just making you take everything he gives you with long and hard strokes of his cock against your walls, his engorged tip repetitively hitting on the spot that made your vision go blurry.

"i need to cum, i need to fuck you full of my seed" Beel murmurs, sharp teeth scraping on the softness of your chin and neck, "will you take it all?"

you whimper in response, mindlessly repeating yes and please, your moans turning to sobs when his hand cupped your nape and brought your face down, forehead pressed on the coldness as his pace became almost brutal, his tip reaching so deep inside of you, your hole clamping and squeezing his cock for all his worth.

"Beel— fuck, please, give me your knot" you gasped, "please, please—"

"yes, fuck, you're going to take it all, it's all for you, your mine, mine" he said, fucking you so hard your ass most definitely will end up with bruises, each sharp thrust pushing the swollen knot a bit deeper inside your walls, the stretch almost unbearable you could only sob and cum without even noticing, your hole loosing up to welcome it.

as soon as he was fully deep inside of you, knot warmly enveloped by your walls, Beel let out a loud grunt that got the furniture shaking sightly, painting your walls white with thick cum in never ending waves, your body aching and clenching around him to milk him dry, trying so desperately to keep every single drop of cum inside of you.

"so good, so good" the demon groans, his hips moving in short thrusts, letting you ride out your own high. minutes felt like hours with your bodies connected until his knot deflated enough to push his still rock hard cock out.

you whimpered pathetically when Beel grunted behind you at the few drops of cum that managed to slip out of you, using the tip of his cock to collect them and plunging inside of you again, this time he held you up against his chest, tightly holding onto your hair for you to scream freely in the darkness.

"yes— scream my name so everyone in this house to knows you're mine"

Hungry For You

Beelzebub is learning that there are more dimensions to gluttony than a hunger for food.

(It's not as exciting as the title and description would lead you to believe. Only wholesome Beel here, I'm afraid.)

Ship: Beelzebub x Reader Word Count: 666 (smirk) Cross-Posted with AO3

I’m not very complicated. I’m just hungry most of the time.

My brothers are more complex. Lucifer and Satan for sure, but also Levi and Asmo and Belphie… Even Mammon’s got more to him than meets the eye. Not me though. I’m just hungry.

I’m always hungry, you know? Always. It used to scare me when I first became a demon, because it felt like I’d gorge myself until I died. Or like I’d starve no matter how much I ate. Or like I’d go crazy from how hungry I felt and accidentally hurt someone.

I got used to it after a while. I never actually ate anybody.

I try to be honest most of the time. It’s easier than hiding things. So it isn’t a big secret that I like you a lot.

You’re always nice to me, even though I’m kind of boring and not all that smart. You listened to me when I talked about Belphie and Lilith. You share your food with me. You smile at me and you give nice hugs. I’m not very complicated. So that’s enough for me to like you a lot.

I’m not the only one who likes you. Belphie does too. He didn’t used to smile as much as he does now that you’re here. And Mammon follows you around like a golden retriever. Even Lucifer seems a little less tense when you’re around.

I like that about you too. I’m not a really complicated person, but I love my brothers. I like how happy you make them.

I’m glad I’m strong and tall, because you’re so small and squishy. You seem like you’d break really easily. I’d like to protect you, I think. But I haven’t really gotten to do that. Instead, you protected me and Luke during the situation with the Grimoire. I still can’t believe you did that…

I was a little mad at you for that, actually. I never wanted somebody to get hurt because of me. I don’t think Lucifer would have killed me if you’d just grabbed Luke and gotten somewhere safe. And I wouldn’t have felt like you let me down or you didn’t care about me or anything if you did that. It wouldn’t be a betrayal for a human to run away in a situation like that. It’s natural to want to keep yourself safe. So why didn’t you? I wouldn’t have been upset with you, you know. If Diavolo hadn’t shown up when he did, then… I mean, if anything went wrong, really. I keep wondering… what if you died? 

I think I’d end up feeling hungry forever. 

Not hungry for food. Hungry for… I don’t know. It’s softer than when I’m hungry for food, and it’s not as desperate, so I feel like I have more control over myself. But it’s still a new sort of hunger, and it’s still pretty strong, and it makes me a little uneasy.

Does it sound too weird if I say I feel hungry for you?

I don’t mean anything strange by it. It’s not like I actually want to eat you. It’s more like… I feel like something inside me wants to hold onto something inside you, forever. I think if you were gone, I’d miss you too much, and there’d be something empty in me that ached. That’s what I mean by feeling hungry for you. And it makes me nervous. It’s the same sort of anxiety I used to feel when I was new to the Devildom, and I worried that I’d starve. I wonder, if you were gone, and I couldn’t stop feeling hungry for you, what would happen? Would I die? Or would I go crazy? It’s scary.

I try not to think about that too much. It’s okay as long as you’re around. That fills me up okay. Not as much as when you hold my hand, though. Or when you hug me.

Did you know you smell like dessert? It’s really nice.

Beelzebub x Fem! Reader Custard tart (Dating)

A/N: If you don’t like custard Tarts you can change it but it has to do with the actual fun time~

The human _______ had just gotten back from RAD and looking forward to the treat she brought from Madam Screams yesterday. Thankfully, it was still there as she grabbed it and put it on the kitchen counter and sat down. She looked up from her seat at the kitchen counter and nearly jumped as she spotted, Beel. “Beel! You scared me!” She said holding her chest. Beel just turned to her some form of food already in his mouth. “Hm?” He says grabbing more food from the fridge and putting it on the counter top. “Sorry..” he said. “It’s okay.” She said and opened her custard tart and takes a bite. Beel starts to eat more of his food and stops drool starting to drip down his cheek as he stared at the custard tart.

“You okay, Beel?” ______ asked taking another bite. “That’s yours?” Beel asked thinking that it was his as drool dripped down his cheek. “Yeah I got it from Madam Screams.” She said taking another bite. Beel’s drool continued down his cheek onto the counter. Beel watched as she ate it, every single bite and swallow and even when she licked her lips. Beel noticed that she had some custard on her cheek. He stood up from his chair leaving his food and walked over to her, he licked his lips, she looked delicious to him. “_-______? C-can I have some?” He asked. “But I already ate it there’s none left you should of asked me befo-!” Beel licked the custard off of her cheek tasting the delicious custard. She blushed and felt her cheek wiping off his saliva. “B-Beel!”

A hm was all she got as a reply before Beel kissed her forcefully not meaning to. ______ pushed him away. “B-Beel? W-why!?” She asked confusion written on her face. “I want to taste you.” he said and kissed her cheek gently his hand moving to her hip causing her to stand up and push him away once more. “B-but we’re in the k-kitchen.” She said as he pushed her against the counter almost making her knock things over. “It’s okay, it’s Friday so no ones home.” He said sucking on her neck. “W-what about, Levi?” She asked gasping and putting her hands on his chest. “He’s at an anime thing or something.” He said in his gruff voice as he sucked on her neck once more. “A-and, Belphie?” She asked with a quiver. “Satan took him shopping.” Beel said his thumb rubbing her hip gently. “O-okay, just don’t make a mess.” She said worried that someone might catch them doing this act in the kitchen. Beel smiles against her skin as he pulled away and kissed her deeply. His free hand moved to hers and grasped it gently and moved it down to his crotch leaving it there as his hand moved to her inner thigh as his thumb rubbed against her clothed folds. “You do me and I’ll do you.” He said his gruff voice almost a whisper. She nodded and placed her hand on his clothed hunger. “Beel, Y-you’re already-!” He cut her off as his fingers moved her underwear aside and moved back and fourth against her folds. She shudders at the feeling but bit her lip and unbuttoned his pants and zipped them down a little as she slipped her hand in his pants grasping his member gently as she rubbed it between her thumb and forefinger.

Beel shuddered at the feeling of her touch as he slipped his middle finger between her lower lips and gently moved it against her inner walls his hunger growing with her small moans. “_-_____!” He grunted as he lent on her shoulder her movements getting quicker as she used her whole hand. He moves his finger quicker through her walls as she moaned into his ear only fuelling his release. His whole body shuddered as his release came his hot breath on her neck while his hot custard landed on her hand. He pulled his finger out of her core and pulled away from her. “I-I didn’t finish though.” She said confused as he licked his fingers. “Well we’re just getting started~” he said in his deep voice as he put his hands on her hips and lifted her up onto the kitchen counter. She gasped and put her hands on his shoulders.

Beel kissed her lips once more and ______ lent her down onto the kitchen counter and spreads her legs as he placed his face between her legs and moves her underwear away as his tongue licks her outer folds. She shudders and moans softly trying not to make to much noise. His tongue slips inside her inner folds and she lets out a groan her hands rest on his shoulders as he continues to devour her liquids that came from her. Her walls start to quiver and that’s when he stops and pulls away licking his lips as he straightens up and slips off his blazer and drops it to the floor. He lean forward and unbuttons her shirt and kisses the top of her breasts gently as his hands fiddle with his girth.

______’s hears the jiggle of Beel’s belt and snaps to her senses. “W-Wait what about protection?” She asks as she looks up at him seeing that he is already preparing himself with protection. “Oh, I see you came prepared.” She says and he blushes as he got it from Asmo this morning. She chuckles but waits for him. He leans in and kisses her once more as he places his girth against her folds and slowly sides himself into her walls. She bites her lip as her walls stretch until he’s all the way in and she lets out a breath she was holding in. He waits for her to get used to his size as they hadn’t done it before. They had only played around. She nods for him to move and he does and he slowly sides himself out of her but not all the way and then back in. She lets out a quiet gasp and the movement as he slowly moves faster grinding his hip against hers. He pulls her closer to him and trusts into her harder as she arches her back her arms moving above her head as she moans softly. Beel grunts as he picks up the pace and moves quicker her moans only making him trust Hardee’s grinding against her inner walls. Her back arches once again as he hits that spot that makes her explode as her release finally comes her low moan reaching his ears making him shudder as his custard fills the protection. They both gasp and groan as they embrace their high.

Beel looks at _____ and she looks up at him. “W-we should probably hurry and clean up before they get back.” Beel said and quickly starts to clean her and himself up before anyone comes home. They are very lucky that no one was home.

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Hope you enjoyed.

Beelzebub x Female! Reader

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I’m just joking I’m not warning you if anything just please enjoy my garbage.

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The demon Beelzebub was in the fridge eating whatever he could even though he wasn’t hungry. He pondered while he continued to eat marmalade straight from the jar with his fingers.

“Beel?”

“Beel!”

“BEEL!?”

He jumps sucking on his fingers and looks over to who was calling his name. “Beel, that’s my marmalade…” The human ______ said in her pyjamas her hair still wet from her shower as water drops onto her shirt and onto the floor. “S-sorry…” he says as he realised that he’d eaten the whole jar. She chuckles and smiles a little. “Well, I guess you owe me now, and your gonna have to make it up to me.” She says turning around. “Come on, Beel. Follow me. And don’t forget to close the fridge!” She says walking to her room and he quickly gets up and follows her after closing the fridge door. She takes his hand in hers and pulls him into her room and shuts the door locking it. She sighed. “I was looking forward to having that marmalade for breakfast tomorrow.” She said getting a baby wipe from her drawer and wiping his fingers along with his hand and mouth. “….sorry, _____ it just looked so good.” He said looking away from her. “I wasn’t even open, but it’s ok I can get some more..but you still owe me soooo…” she starts as she throws the wipe in her bin and places a hand on his chin and makes him face her. “To make it up to me, I get to be in charge and you have to do what I tell you to do, ok?” She states and pulls her had away from him. He gulps but nods. “O-ok, yes.” He says feeling her energy. “Beelzebub, I want you to strip down to your underwear.” She says turning around thinking about her plan. He does as he’s told and strips down to his underwear dropping his clothes to the floor and kicking them away from him. She turns around and sees him in his underwear blushing and sweating a little. “Good boy, now kneel on the floor and cross your arms on the bed and place your head on your arms.” She said. He nods and does as he’s told. She smiles. “Now no peeking.” She says and kneels down and places a hand on his back and leans her arm on him as her other hand had other plans. She smirks a little as her fingers play with the rim of his underwear before she dips her fingers in feeling around looking for his package until she finds it taking a hold of it gently. He gasps at the sudden feeling her hand feeling cold against his length. She smiles hearing his gasp. She smiles and pulls his arousal out of its package. It twitches slightly feeling the cool air hit it. He groans he touch feeling so nice against him. She strokes his girth her nails gently touching his length as it slowly grows getting harder and harder by each stroke. He groans into his arms as it feels so nice being touched by her. She bites her lip loving the sound of his groans and moans. She continues to stroke his member gently dragging her thumb over the tip as she feels his girth release onto her hand as it drips onto the floor.

Beel gasps as he felt his release come. She bit her lip once more loving his moans and groans even more. “_-_____? I-I thought I was supposed to make it up to you..” he says. She chuckles. “I know, But I’m not done yet. Now, sit up on the bed and face me.” She says smirking. He nods and gets up and sits on the bed and faces her. He gulps and goes to put his package away until she stops him. “We’re not done with that.” She says smiling giving him a quick kiss on his lips. He nods and waits for her to says something. “Now I want you to touch yourself, BUT you can’t finish yourself until I say so.” She says. He nods and places his hand on his length and moves his hand against his length his face almost as red as a strawberry. He groans biting his lip as he pleasures himself liking that she’s watching him. She smiles her face red and her mouth watering as she can feel her own arousal become wetter as she watches him please himself. She smirks watching him close his eyes trying not to release unless she says he can. “_-____, I-I think I’m going to-“ he groans as he comes his release drips onto his hand. “I’m sorry, _____, I really tired to hold out.” He says his eyes watering as he failed her. “It’s ok, Beel I just needed to see how long you’d last.” She’s says taking off her shirt and dropping it to the floor and taking off the rest of her clothes and looking for something in her bedside table. “Now let me find that…ah here it is.” She says finding a condom and handing it to him. “Put this on please.” His eyes light up as he puts the condom on himself hoping that it being a little short on his length will be ok. She smiles and kneels on the bed with him between her legs. “I need you to lay down.” She says and pushes his chest gently. He nods and lays down watching her naked form above him loving the feeling of her on top of him. She takes a breath and places his girth at her entrance slowly letting her folds consume his length.

She bites her lip, the feeling hurting a little as she slowly lets her inner walls consume his hunger. She exhaled as his hunger was completely inside her. “Are you ok, _-!” Beelzebub starts before she placed a finger to his hips. “Shhh..” she says letting the pain subside. He nods and waits as she gently takes his hands and places them on the outside of her thighs. “Keep them there, Beel.” He nods and rubs her thighs for conformation. She smiles slightly as she starts to moves her hips up and down struggling at the pain at first as she swivels her hips feels the pain slip away and turn into pleasure. She moans softly as she picks up the pace. She places her hands on his chest gently. “Y-you can move, Be-lz-bub!” She says between breaths. His eyes widened as he breathed out through his nostrils as he thrusted his hips up him groaning and her moaning their thrusts and movements unsynchronised as they enjoyed the touch of each other as the sounds they made filled the room. “B-BEEL-!” She moans as her inner walls clenched around him becoming more slick as he continued his thrusts up into her his groans and moans accompanying hers. She shrieks in pleasure as she arches her back stop her movements as she shudders her release finally came. Beel continued his thrusts a few more times before his climax arrived as he slowed his pace until he finally stops his movements. Their gasps for air falling on the now almost silent room as their chests start to slow to their normal movements. “_-____, that was amazing..” Beel said his eyes almost sparkling as he starred up at her. She smirk as she finally caught her breath. “I’m glad you liked it cause you still owe me.” She smiles as she pulls herself off of him and stands up. “Come on up so we can go to bed, you’ll have to make it up to me tomorrow.” She said. He nods and gets up watching her pull the sheets down and laying down patting the bed for him. He lays down next to her and she pulled the covers over the two of them. “G’night~” she said facing away from him. He smiles and spoons her leaning his head on her shoulder and kisses her cheek. “Night.” He says smiling as the two of them slowly drift of to dreamland.

A petrified and heartbroken, Mammon lays on the floor outside of her room the papers of his latest get rich scheme that will clearly fail lay on the floor with his tears.

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Sorry not sorry for belittling Mammon buuuuut he will ALWAYS be a sub and simp and a scam artist to me no matter what.

That aside hope you enjoyed it.

The Brothers Crying & How to Comfort Them

“I love all the OM! boys! I just want the best for them *crushes them in my fist*”

Hope this wasn’t too repetitive! I tried to write it so it could be platonic or romantic, depending on your preference.

Thanks to @avatarofcuriousity for the concept and help with the bros <3

  Content warnings: chapter 16 spoilers, angst lol

Lucifer

You already know. It takes a lot for this dude to cry.

If Lucifer cries around you, that’s how you know he’s in it for the long haul. It takes an ASTOUNDING amount of trust for him to even consider being that vulnerable around you. If he cries in your presence, or even seeks comfort from you, he’s saying he trusts you with his whole soul. The Avatar of Pride doesn’t give that to just anybody.

He’s one of those lucky folks that can, for the most part, blink back their tears.

When he does cry, it’s as if he’s still trying to hide it. He’s not overly loud, and mainly sniffles. He already has to be in extreme distress to cry in the first place, but if he’s on the higher end of that, he lets out quiet, breathy sobs.

His cheeks and nose redden slightly; it’s a heartbreaking version of that blush you know and love.

He doesn’t often hug you on his own. He either starts crying while you’re already in his arms, or keeps to himself.

How to comfort him: Wrap your arms around him and card your fingers through his hair. He appreciates head kisses, if you’re comfortable giving them. Don’t soothe him verbally, though– despite the good intentions behind them, any words of affirmation only remind him of his vulnerability.

Mammon

Also ashamed of crying. After centuries of being mocked whenever you get upset, who wouldn’t be?

Pretty good at hiding it. He can mostly hold back his tears, but sometimes the dam breaks and they fall against his will. At that point, he tries to subtly wipe them and make an Irish exit

When he’s trying to cover it up, you can see how his breathing changes— it quickens, then gets really slow, deep and deliberate once he takes notice. So even if he seems fine, the dramatic rise and fall of his chest gives it away to those close to him.

If he lets himself cry around you, that’s a huge sign of trust. Very much like Lucifer in that regard.

Holds you like you’ll vanish if he lets go. He tucks his head into the crook of your neck, squeezing his eyes shut and nearly crushing you in his arms. He sniffles, but more out of instinct than actual need.

Mammon has a lot of pent-up emotions, so it all comes tumbling out when he finally releases them. He whimpers and cries into your shoulder, only letting go when he’s mostly calmed down.

How to comfort him: Murmur sweet nothings into his ear. Reassure him. Rub his back softly, and remind him that you’ll be there until he feels okay again.

Levi

Doesn’t need to cry as much as his brothers, if only because he cries over anime and manga regularly.

Tears start rolling down his cheeks before he realizes what’s wrong. By time he notices that he’s crying, it’s too late to hide it.

Levi’s sobs are quiet, but audible from the next room over. He tries to muffle them or hold them in as best he can.

Curls up on himself when he’s upset. Feeling small makes him feel safe, and he’s too afraid to hug anyone— especially you. He doesn’t think you’d want to touch him, or even be around him when he's like this.

He’s insecure about how much his face reddens while crying, so he tries to hide it behind his arms or hands.

How to comfort him: Hold him, rub his back, put your chin on his shoulder, and have a box of tissues within reach. You can trace patterns or draw things on his back to distract him. Once he’s starting to calm down, he’ll try and guess what you’re drawing. Press a kiss to his head or shoulder, if you feel comfortable doing so. He’ll short circuit and maybe cry harder, but at least those tears are happy ones. Baby steps.

Satan

After doing it for so long, Satan finds it easy to disconnect from the outside world.

So yes, he does shed a few tears over his novels, but crying for himself is another thing.

Satan has to hold intense emotions back for every waking moment. When he finally lets go, there’s a lot to process.

He almost drapes himself over you, gripping the back of your shirt ’til his knuckles are white. His face presses into your nape. Loud, powerful sobs wrack his frame hard enough to make him retch.

How to comfort him: Pull him close, or into your lap, if possible. Cup the back of his head and press kisses to wherever you can reach. Rub his back, or run your hand up and down his sides. Do whatever you can to show your love, because this is likely the first time he’s ever felt taken care of.

Asmo

Finally, at least one brother has a kind of healthy relationship with his emotions.

He doesn’t announce it, but he cries regularly in the shower. Stress is bad for the skin, y’know? It’s best to get it out when you need to.

And of course he’s a pretty crier. Rosy cheeks, sniffles, soft whimpers, the works.

Possibly the only brother who seeks you out for comfort before breaking down. He knocks timidly on your door, a small voice asking to be let in. Once he’s on your bed and in your arms, he breathes out a shaky sigh. The tears start falling from there.

Asmo will bring a box of Kleenex with him. He doesn’t want to get tears on your clothes, but they also dry out his skin and that simply isn’t an option.

How to comfort him: Asmo likes soft comfort. Cradle him in your arms, pet his hair, hold his hand. Tracing hearts on his back helps him cheer up once he realizes what you’re doing. If you’re feeling bold, cup his face and wipe a tear with your thumb— that’ll earn you a smile and a sniffly “Ooh, I didn’t know you were such a romantic, MC~.”

Beel

Not usually a crier. He tears up at movies, but doesn’t cry for real life stuff… in the moment.

After a long day, when everyone’s gone to sleep, Beel lies in bed and gets it all out at once. Staring at the ceiling, he sniffles and whines as he tries to keep quiet. He doesn't really have anywhere else to go, but he doesn't want to wake Belphie. (Belphie senses something’s wrong and wakes up anyway, don’t worry. He’s always there to take care of him.)

When he stops holding back, he weeps freely, but his cries are still soft and breathy.

Doesn’t really look for comfort because he knows his brothers are also going through a lot. Beel wants to be strong for them. He doesn’t want to be a burden.

How to comfort him: Sit in his lap and let him bury his face in your shoulder. He’s aware of his strength, and still treats you like glass, but his hold is firm. He grips your shirt really tightly. Reassure him in a soft voice. Play with his hair, rub or draw patterns on his back, trace his tattoos, give him little kisses if you feel like it. He may be big, but he’s delicate. Please be tender with him.

Belphie

Like Satan, Belphie also disconnects from the outside world.

He's an angry crier, but other than that, you don't get much out of him.

When he's really upset, though, it all comes pouring out. Belphegor rarely cries, but damn, is he good at it.

As he comes to befriend you, the memory of your murder gets more and more nauseating. During naps with you, his mind occasionally drags him back to that moment.

He wakes up, pillow already soaked with tears, and sees you next to him. He throws his arms around you, his clutch desperate and suffocating ironic lmao. Belphie howls, his breathing ragged as he pulls you as close as physically possible. He chokes and stumbles on apology after apology, begging you not to leave.

How to comfort him: Hold him tightly and pet his hair. Rub his back. Remind him over and over that it’s okay, I’m alright, I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere.

The demons’ favorite places to kiss and be kissed headcannon

(the demon brothers, the royals, and Mephistopheles x gn!MC)

Lucifer

Kiss: The neck. He likes to mark you as his for others to see. The proximity also allows him to take in your scent (he’s especially enamored if you wear cologne or perfume) and hear you even more clearly. He wants to hear every reaction: soft moans, gasps, panting, every word. If you whisper his name when he kisses your neck, he won’t stop until you make him. He just wants to please his favorite human.

Kissed: Anywhere on his chest. First, it feels good, and when his body is feeling especially sensitive, it’s enough to get him close to orgasm. Second, the marks are easier to hide, so he doesn’t need to worry about his reputation. Third, he wants you as close to him as he can get. Having your lips right above his heart is a dream. He’d never admit it because it sounds too obsessive, but if he could open his chest to let you hold his heart in your hands, he’d happily give over that control.

  Mammon

Kiss: The top of your head. “Huh? No, I didn’t just kiss you. Ya just got your hair in the Great Mammon’s face. I was blowin’ it away. But, if you want me to kiss ya, just say so.” (Yes, he will still use that excuse if you’re bald or shave your head) But really, he just likes kissing you there when he’s holding you in his arms. It makes him feel like he’s doing a good job protecting you and making you feel safe. He savors this even more if you’re about the same height or taller than him since it’s harder to reach.

Kissed: Mouth. He knows he talks a lot, much to his detriment. So, please, shut him up. He feels like you pay more attention to him when you’re kissing his lips, and it can go from sweet to wild in seconds. The range. A forehead kiss could never! Also, please bite his lips or wear some kind of lip color - just leave proof of the kiss so when someone asks what’s wrong with his face (whether they mean the lips or they’re just being rude), he can brag about getting kissed by you.

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He Knows

GN!MC X Obey Me characters

Lucifer knows - that he should restrain himself. That he's smiling too much, too openly around you. That the day he lays definite claim on you, the chaos in the house will be enough to set it on fire.

That the closest he can be to you is behind closed doors, when you are sitting next to him, helping him verify documents and applications from the Student Council. He knows and yet his hand reaches for yours as you are about to leave.

"Why don't you stay the night here, MC?"

💫

Mammon knows - that you deserve so much more than him. That he keeps calling himself Great in hopes that he'll someday believe himself. That you're one bad day away from your seemingly endless patience running out.

That right even though, you're looking at him as if you'll never love anyone else now, it might just be temporary. Yet, he sinks his head deeper into your lap and mumbles softly.

"Being your first enough. Make me your last too, MC, please."

💫

Leviathan knows - that he's being selfish. That you're constantly sacrificing your own desires to meet his and he's not stopping you. That your little finger is worth more than his entire existence and you're endlessly kind to give him even a minute of your precious time.

That even though you're sitting here laughing and nudging him, you deserve to be with people who can match your dazzling energy. He knows and yet he turns to look at you with his sheepish smile you like.

"Want a play a few more rounds, MC?"

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Satan knows - that he's one of the biggest threats to your life in the house. That no matter how hard he represses his rage, it will always be utterly destructive when it comes out. That you're the last person he wants to hurt. That it might only take one wrong move to harm your fragile body beyond repair.

That even though you look so content leaning on him as you read from the same book, he'd much rather lock himself away to keep you safe. And yet, he lets you rest your head on his shoulder, running his fingers through your hair.

"You can lean in closer if it makes you comfortable, MC."

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Asmodeus knows - that his beauty is useless when it comes to you. That your soul shines much brighter than his ever did. That no matter how much his improves his night-time skin routine, he can never really charm you the way he can do with others.

That his heart beats faster when you merely touch his cheek and tell him how cute he looks blushing. That even though you call him gorgeous no matter, his beauty alone won't be enough. Yet he keeps dressing up for you, twirling for you as you cheer him on.

"Keep looking at me, MC."

💫

Beelzebub knows - that his hunger will one day be a nuisance to you. That you learned to eat less so you can push more of your food onto his plate. That he might end up eating a good amount of human world food that was meant especially for you. That your stomach often roars softly in class because you gave him your lunch.

That despite all that you still smile excitedly when it's your turn to cook, proudly an extra large batch to fill his appetite. And yet, he lets you feed him with your hands, getting extra large plates so there's always enough left for you.

"Now it's my turn to feed you, MC. Say ahh."

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Belphegor knows - that he can never truly be redeemed. That you are far too forgiving for your own good and he hates taking advantage of that. That he can't deny it when you so nonchalantly offer your shoulder for him to sleep on. That he can't give up on this escapist bliss and bring himself to apologise for that night.

That he tries to fall asleep before you because he gets afraid if he stares at your closed eyes for too long. That when you fall asleep next to him, he often checks your neck for your pulse and the hideous marks of his sin. Yet he curls up closer, offering his pillow for you to share.

"You can lay next to me whenever you're tired, MC."

Headcanons with the 7 demons on NNN, in nut november :D, do they participate? What do they do for NNN?

Thanks for the request anon! I felt like I had to do this one since we're at the beginning of November. I hope this is to your liking. I did make it so that part of the temptation of NNN was MC, hopefully you don't mind. Woo. First request complete:

The demon brothers participating in No Nut November headcanons

(NSFW)

Word Count: +2,900

Lucifer

Failure: Likely (+65%)

Ranking: middle of the pack failure if he doesn’t commit to success

Lucifer would participate in it to stroke his own pride, but he’d rather not be asked about it or have to admit that he’s participating.

He’s conflicted over participating in a stupid trend and showcasing his ability to exert self-control.

Ultimately, he’ll quietly participate for an ego boost. If he hears about others – especially Diavolo or Solomon – participating, he’ll be more vocal about joining in. I could see The Fantastic Three group chat (Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos) bringing it up and Diavolo roping the other two to join him because “It’s such an interesting human tradition.”

If Lucifer hears that Solomon plans to participate, he’s definitely going to do it because he can’t be bested by some human.

If MC tempts him, though, he’s screwed. Depending on how far MC wants to push him and if he’s announced his participation, he might wait it out and tease them back all month long – constantly denying MC any sex until December hits. This will require him to basically throw himself into his work. He’ll even abstain from drinking most of the month because he gets so needy when he’s drunk, and he’s not willing to risk it.

If MC isn’t around, as long as they aren’t constantly sending him flirty texts, nudes, videos, or audios, he’d probably be fine. (Although Diavolo might also tease him just a little – a bit of “Oh Lucifer, you look so tense. Can I help?” with his hand on Lucifer’s thigh under the table.)

Or, more likely in my opinion, Lucifer’s going to give in and let MC have their way with him. When MC is concerned, this man is horny on main. He’d probably end up calling MC a “naughty human” for tempting him.

He’ll act like he’s annoyed that MC made him give in, telling them “You have this coming” (which he would also tell them if he decided to tease them all month instead), but honestly, he’s just overjoyed that they couldn’t resist him for a whole month.

If he fails and he’s asked about it, he’ll either skip around the question or he’ll blame his loss on “a certain little human who couldn’t keep their hands to themselves.” (If he has to lose, he’s at least going to make everyone jealous in the process.)

He would probably participate with some regularity. He thinks of it as an intriguing ritual.

Mammon

Failure: Imminent (100%)

Ranking: Beginning of the pack (anywhere from 1st to 3rd to fail)

Mammon likes to brag that “the Great Mammon could totally go a whole month. It’s not like it’s gamblin’ or nothin’.” In his mind, he’s got this in the bag.

In fact, he does not.

Mammon could easily get through about half the month if he tried – assuming MC leaves him alone and isn’t constantly flirting with him. If MC tries to tease him, though, he’s got anywhere between 1 hour to three days of restraint in him. That part depends on how easy it is for him to run away and hide from MC.

He’s the type to try the cold shower cliché. He will also hide out in Levi’s room and game with him a lot – few things kill a mood like being around his otaku little brother.

Unfortunately, his spending habits can get worse when he’s trying to distract himself, so he’ll probably end up strung from the ceiling at some point.

However, if MC keeps tempting him, he’ll convince himself that it’s fine to fool around a little. Then, the greed will take over. Once he has MC in his grasp, he won’t be able to hold back – not after all that teasing they put him through. He’ll crave more. More pleasure. More of their touch. “After all tha shit ya pulled? I’mma need a lot more outta ya.”

There is no regret for failing on his part, and if anyone asks, his comeback is, “At least I’m gettin’ laid.”

If MC teases him but they’re too far away (across the Devildom or in the human world), he can hold out a bit longer, but after a week of teasing, he’ll take matters into his own hands (literally). Since MC was nice enough to get him all riled up, he’ll send them a video of him touching himself. He’ll even add a cute little message: “ya made me tap out early. Take responsibility next time I see ya, yeah?”

He will lie about having done that if anyone asks, though.

Mammon would probably participate in it again, but maybe not every year.

Leviathan

Failure: Imminent (100%)

Ranking: Beginning of the pack (1st or 2nd)

He gets so flustered if anyone so much as asks him about it. He’ll be all ums and uhs and blushing cheeks. (I just imagine Asmo asking him: “Hey, Levi, you want to participate in No Nut November, too? You don’t get much action, so it’ll probably be easy for you, right?” “I-I uhm. Uh. Wh-why would I um. . .” “Great. You’ll join, then?”)

He doesn’t have anything to prove, but he’ll go along with participating – mostly because he doesn’t want anyone making fun of him for not even trying. (Unless it’s MC or Diavolo, who can ridicule him as much as they’d like.)

Levi will play action video games to distract from the urges. Honestly, if he so much as sees MC or a picture of them, he won’t even last a day without the urge to touch himself.

He can’t watch any anime with fanservice in it or play more risqué otome games. He’ll still log in and get his daily bonuses and do whatever else he really has to do, but that’s it. His imagination wanders too much, and he won’t be able to resist thinking perverted thoughts.

The more he tries to resist, the worse it gets for him. I imagine he’s usually quick to just masturbate when he gets urges, so he doesn’t have much experience holding back. Levi will try to curl up in his tub and just sleep it off.

Unfortunately, Levi will get so desperate that in a half-asleep state, he’ll slip into his demon form and start to rub himself with his own tail. Once he realizes he’s already started to touch himself, he figures that counts as an accidental loss, so he might as well keep going. Levi will end up fucking himself with his own tail in a needy, sleepy attempt to relieve himself. Even worse for Levi, only a few days of November had passed. (I could also see him losing as early as day 2)

If MC tries to touch him, he won’t resist – although he would be incredibly pleased to have MC tease and edge him for a while. In that case, he would probably last a bit longer (up to a week) because he wants to be the perfect babygirl for MC. But inevitably, he’d either touch himself while half-asleep (and lose), or MC would touch him a bit too much and he’d cum prematurely (and lose).

He’ll probably participate once and then never try again. He's just bad at holding back and edging, but any attempt to do so would turn him into such an adorable, submissive, moaning mess that I think it’s perfectly fine.

Satan

Failure: Unlikely (<20%)

Ranking: End of the pack (probably 2nd to last)

Satan thinks the idea of holding back and resisting is fun, but he also feels like he’s proving himself – especially if it becomes a thing that everyone sort of commits to trying. (I can imagine Satan and Solomon competing and whoever caves first pays for MC and the winner to go on a cat café date).

He’s come a long way with controlling his anger, so controlling lust isn’t that much of a big deal. It makes him feel sort of proud. However, it is annoying to lose one of his stress-relief outlets.

This man would probably test himself by pulling out the good (albeit a little deranged, unhinged) erotica and reading it all month. Satan would probably read some of it aloud for MC, too. He likes being able to tease them and get them riled up, but he pulls back before either he or MC are ready to get too hot.

He would kiss MC on the cheek more often throughout the month in place of kissing their lips. He can handle a few chaste kisses on the lips, but Satan spends a while testing the waters to see how much physical intimacy he can tolerate. In the first half of the month, Satan doesn’t trust himself to make out with MC without wanting more. By the end of the month, he can probably get into some heavy petting without worry.

He commits to finishing – or, well, not “finishing” – that month, so very little is going to get him to quit. Even if MC is desperate and can’t hold out or doesn’t participate themselves, Satan will just offer to give them head until they feel better. He’ll use toys on them or something, but he really wants to stick with it on his end.

If MC really wants him that badly (especially if they get so needy that they cry or threaten to ask someone else to take care of them), he’ll cave so quickly.

If he does succeed, he’ll plan a romantic date with MC sometime in early December (or plan a video/audio call). He’ll be slow and sweet about it, indulging in every touch before devolving into need and desperation. MC will have to clear their schedule for the following morning. After all, Satan has a lot of time to make up for.

Satan will participate every once in a while, especially if Solomon does it, too. It’s sort of like prolonged foreplay to him (and I feel like this man adores foreplay).

Asmodeus

Failure: Unlikely (<15%)

Ranking: End of the pack (probably 3rd to last)

Asmo participates in it – in a way. Honestly, he just uses it as an excuse to do a month-long edging session. He gets a kick out of seeing how close he can get without cumming. So, he’s not a “no nut” purist or anything – what can you expect from the avatar of lust?

Asmo will try dozens of different forms of stimulation throughout the month – on his own, with MC, and potentially with others if MC is open to it *coughcoughSolomonThirteen*. I won’t get too into all of it, but pillow humping, hidden vibrators in public, and nipple play are definitely involved multiple times.

He loves experimenting and enjoying the pleasure regardless of whether he cums. If MC is participating, Asmo will have even more fun. He’ll flirt and tease them all month. The number of nudes, videos, and audios he would send to MC is excessive. (He would send the most delicious audios. Mm.) If MC doesn’t participate, he’s still up to fool around.

Unfortunately, he is a bit more distracted throughout the month. At some points – sometimes days at a time – he’ll be walking around in a cloud of lust.

Like Satan, Asmo will offer head and use toys on MC, but he’ll go a few steps further. MC can use him however they please, so long as they stop before he’s pushed over the edge (but he does have a risk of failure here). If they want to just put him in a chastity belt or use a numbing cream on him, that works too.

Asmo will likely succeed in not cumming for the whole month. He’ll invite MC over for a little fun the night of November 30th, edging all the way up to midnight before he finally gets to cum after the clock strikes 12. I could see him having MC do a countdown for him like it’s New Year’s Eve (except instead of a ball dropping, two of them release. And instead of fireworks and confetti, there are moans and cum everywhere. Sorry.)

Side note: How adorable would it be to lie to Asmo that night and start the countdown early so he cums a few minutes or seconds before midnight? Then you could tease him and tell him he loses. He’d pout so much, maybe playfully slap his hand on your chest or shoulder, and then just kiss you and tell you to do it again. After all, you owed him his first orgasm in December. You better follow through.)

Asmo would probably participate almost every year – if not every year. He enjoys it.

Beelzebub

Failure: Unlikely (<25%)

Ranking: End of the pack (Probably last if he succeeds)

Beel does pretty well, even without edging. Honestly, edging probably won’t come to mind unless MC brings it up with him. If he does try it, he finds it quite pleasant, although not that useful for quenching his desires.

Although Beel doesn’t show signs of being particularly needy or desperate, he does exercise and eat more than usual to distract himself when he feels a bit hot and bothered. Beel will especially crave sweet or spicy foods to numb his desires.

As long as MC doesn’t try to tempt him too much (and by too much I mean as far as grinding on him for a half hour or dropping to their knees and begging to suck him off or rubbing him through his pants for longer than a few minutes), he’ll be perfectly fine.

If it’s clear that MC wants sex, he’ll do what Satan and Asmo would and just give them oral, use his hands, or use toys on them – but he would prefer oral. He’s happy to please MC for as long as they’d like (although MC is definitely at risk of being overstimulated because if Beel is trying to hold himself back, he’s at least going to indulge in pleasing MC). If MC is participating, and they just want Beel to edge them, they’re out of luck. He probably will not stop in time. And if he does, he’ll pout and look up at MC with such sad eyes, I don’t know how they would be able to deny him. Who could put no nut November over Beel? What kind of monster would do that?

The only way he’s failing is if MC does some kind of foodplay-esque teasing (the classical ice pop sucking, licking something sticky off of Beel’s fingers, etc.). Even then, he might be able to hold back and stick to just focusing on MC’s pleasure.

However, if MC doesn’t want him to hold back anymore, he’ll stop participating. Beel’s not that committed to succeeding (unless he makes a bet that involves food). It’s not a big deal as long as you’re both happy.

If he succeeds, he won’t have any plans to orgasm in December, so he might get through most or all of December without it, too. At that point, it’ll be a bit of a habit to not touch himself or MC, so he might just forget. Once he does finally get off, he’ll unravel a bit and crave more (hopefully it wasn’t intended to be a quicky, because he’ll turn it into an all-nighter).

Beel probably won’t participate often (unless one of his sports teams makes it a tradition or something). It doesn’t do much for him, although he does enjoy watching MC get needy and a bit desperate for him when he participates and denies them a bit. (He just wants MC to want him and use him whenever they please.)

Belphegor

Failure: Imminent (100%)

Ranking: Beginning of the pack (anywhere from 1st to 3rd to fail)

It doesn’t count if you cum in your sleep, right? If Belphie tries to participate, which he’d only do if someone else dared him to (peer pressure), the attempt to restrain himself would result in intense wet dreams. A few nights into November, Belphie would find himself grinding against his pillows or MC in his sleep. He’s a lucid dreamer, so he would lean into the most depraved thoughts.

Unfortunately, he hates dealing with the mess that comes (cums) from his little loophole.

Belphegor would probably try to nap whenever he gets the urge to touch himself or MC.

Honestly, he’s willing to give up at the drop of a hat. He doesn’t care. He’s put minimal effort into this. He’s a tired demon, and there’s no reason he should deprive himself of a waking pleasure for a dumb trend.

If MC starts purposely teasing him, Belphie will just quit and ask MC to take care of the tightness in his pants that they caused.

Even under normal circumstances, Belphie isn’t the biggest fan of being edged. He’ll be super whiny about it – especially if he held out for a week or so. (“I need it now. Touch me, please. . . Ah! You feel so good. I missed this so bad, MC.”) Once he gives up and finally gets to have sex with MC, he’s a squirming, desperate little mess.

“I held out for so long. You should praise me more. I’ve been so needy.” He’d whine, rocking his hips to meet MC’s and letting out soft, little whimpers. If they try to tell him that he failed to make it the whole month and doesn’t deserve praise for so little effort, he’ll just pout, still humping against them sleepily, and retort, “but I tried.” (He will say this even if he only made it three or four days.)

He did try. MC should be proud of him and just keep fucking him until he’s a sleepy, content puddle beneath them. He’ll make it up to them by being an adorable body pillow/cuddle buddy.

He’ll try it once and never again. He’s going to get his dopamine (and other happy chemicals) in whatever form they come (cum) in.

A/N: Don't forget that the poll for November's fic ends at the end of November 7th PST and requests end at the end of November 5th PST

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Twst x Obey me!AFAB!reader

(Reader is Ob's MC)

CW:

•NO APPEARANCE SPECIFIED FOR READER.

•Poly.

•Cursing.

•Reader is referred to as "you" or they/them and even "he/him" because NRC boys refer to any living humanoid in the school as a male by default.

•Crowley.

•It's my first time writing a fanfiction, pls tell me if I should continue writing this.

(Random pic go brr—)

What will happen when a perpetually hungry-for-cuddles and tired-of-this-shit hooman gets kidnapped by a motherfucking horse and decides (kinda? Yeah nope. This wasn't by choice.) to enroll in a school full of problematic kids and their irresponsible af headmage?

Chaos. Pure and utter chaos with a lot of high-end simping in the mix (Along with the slightly unhinged urge to commit arson and burn a bitch to crisp)

So read as [y/n] tries to run away from the school-life while trying to just get back to their goddamn harem family (God saw this thought and decided that giving y/n more harem members is the appropriate course of action), all while juggling the harsh responsibilities of being a guardian, babysitter, therapist, healer, protector, local crush and celebrity for poor Yuu and the entirety of NRC.

("Pls send help" — y/n)

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Disclaimer: You may have been kidnapped to a whole 'nother world and you may be on the verge of a mental breakdown, but you're sure as hell gonna look hot and serve cunt while you go through all your problems.

Prologue: 1

IMPORTANT: Mc will be referred to as they/them in this story, but in these beginning chapters a lot of people will refer to mc as a dude because y'know; NRC is an ALL BOYS school and nrc students came to expect that those in the school are all boys.(this'll change dw)

In order to avoid confusion, every time that the MC is addressed by others as he/him or more; I will color it blue. why blue? I find it easier to read.

Sample; 'He turned to them.'

The "He" in this passage is referring to MC because the character referring to them thinks that they're a guy.

REMINDER: This is Fanfiction! Not everything will be the same as canon because of this thing called the 'butterfly effect'.

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The Dorm Leaders + lilia were just about to call this Opening Ceremony over.

So close to getting out of this hall and finally being able to go on their merry ways to escort the new students back to their respective dorms before the hectic-ness of preparing for hours starts to catch up to them.

Though, things are never quite that easy in NRC.

A commotion with the students quite far from them leaves the majority of them annoyed/disgruntled. (Kalim is just confused and curious)

The headmaster rushes to check what was wrong only for a student to point out that there is an unopened coffin floating in a shadowy part of the hall.

Armed with the desire to get this shit over with and to avoid embarrassment from missing a coffin when he was going around opening them and also, with Yuu waiting near the mirror, the headmaster opens the coffin to wake the new student inside.

The dorm leaders walked closer to be able to quickly usher the new student to the dark mirror only to notice that the headmaster froze up.

"...Headmaster? Are you alright?" Azul "Boutta-do-sumthin-devious" Ashengrotto asked with faux concern.

"Ah– Ah yes! I'm alright Mr. Ashengrotto."

Crowley the bitch cleared his throat and reached inside the coffin to wake the student up.

"Hmm..."

The dorm leaders subconsciously or not, peaked inside the coffin before getting gobsmacked by the sleeping student.

Sure, the student looked quite cute ("New potential apple locked in" — Vil.) even with half of his face obstructed but what really drew their attention were the jewelries that he was wearing.

Three luxurious looking earrings on each of his ears, all unique from each other, all with a respective color and design except for that one earring with two gemstones connected to it, orange and indigo. Seven gems, six earrings

An ornament on his forehead that looks to be a combination of a circlet and a Ferronnière made from gold, with intricate black bat-like wings surrounding the red gemstone in the middle.

And that's just the jewelry on his head.

There's also the sleek black choker with a golden sheen on his neck with a teal gemstone surrounded by small diamonds hanging in the middle.

They don't know if this guy has anymore but the jewels they can see for now is more than enough for them to make the deduction that this student has some alot of money on his hands.

No wonder the Headmaster froze up.

Azul subconsciously starts fixing up his appearance when he starts to wake up, wanting to make a good impression on a potential, rich victim client.

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"Mmh... What the hell.. Why is the bed so hard.."

You mumbled as you stirred, feeling someone lightly shaking you awake.

You opened your eyes, expecting maybe the brothers, solomon, dia, barbs, simeon or luke but you were instead met with a face obscured by a dark bird mask.

"..."

"..."

"You have two seconds to unhand me before you lose your hands." or your life. Depends on who I can summon first.

You made your voice as cold and unwelcoming as possible as the man with the bird mask squawked and backed away a bit in shock.

"H– How rude..! I'll have you know that I was only–"

"Where am I?"

You cut off the weird looking bird-man as you scanned your surroundings and moved to come out of the coffin why were you in a coffin? you were in, in fear of it closing and locking you inside.

You glance warily to the bird-man while keeping an eye on the huge number of robed individuals that you can see. are you in a cult? Damnit, did one of the Brothers' crazy cults decide to kidnap you out of jealousy again??

Especially the seven (reminder that lilia is there with the Housewardens) closest to you and bird-dude.

Some solomon-kinnie motherfucker is currently eyeing you down like he's about to sell your kidneys to the black market or something.. Hmm... Your fight or flight instincts are telling you to sell HIS kidneys instead.

*Ehem*

Burd-dude cleared his throat and addresses you.

"It seems that the teleportation magic has left you disoriented... No matter, I can forgive your offense of trying to threaten me for I am gracious!"

He then looked weirdly like a combination of preening peacock and a proud chicken.

"I repeat. Where in the unholy trinity of the three realms, am I?"

Now that raised a few eyebrows.

You feel for the necklace under your clothes that Thirteen gave you, filing the question of why you're also wearing the same robe as these people away, in your head.

While the guy that you now dub-thee as "bird-bitch" started gawking at you and going on a tangent of being disrespectful, you scan the big hall/room you're in looking for ways to escape.

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Hmm... This new student seems to be a knowledgeable individual.

Lilia kept his gaze on the student, studying how he took on a defensive stance the moment he got out of the coffin.

They need to calm this student quickly before something happens.

The student seems to be confused on why he's here and is looking for a way to get out.

If the way his eyes moved around the room in quick succession is any indicator.

Not the first time that something like this happens but add in the magicless student's appearance, he gets the feeling that something strange will occur once again.

Seeing him take out and grasp the palm-sized gemstone of a whole 'nother necklace hidden under his robe how many trinkets does this boy have??, Lilia got ready to jump in the fray should something happen.

There's a possibility that the student can use that necklace as a weapon if that was what he chose to hold in this situation and not his other shiny ornaments.

Lilia was proven right when the necklace and the gemstone glowed and formed into a fancy-looking staff that the student quickly pointed towards Crowley.

He looked at the dorm leaders around him to see if any of them will do something.

...

yeah no. If anything, they look like they're watching an amusing show. Especially Schoenheit and Kingscholar..

Though it seems more like Riddle is still assessing the situation before he brings out his infamous collar.

Haahh.. Youngsters these days..

Chapter list | → PROLOGUE 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

Elae: Sorry if my grammar is off, English isn't my first language.

Btw, Thanks for reading this far! Hope you enjoyed it😊

Srry if my format is also off, I've only been using tumblr for a few days now...

MOST IMPORTANTLY; Should I continue reading this fanfic? I wanna know if people still read Obey mexTwst stories here...

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Chp.2

[TwstxObeyme!AFAB!reader]

Whoa.. 😳

Thanks for the feedback, likes and reblogs guys~ It really makes me happy that my hard work is appreciated😊

Guys, what gender should my story's Yuu be in? It's quite hard to refer to two different characters with both gender neutral pronouns 😅

READ FIRST; PROLOGUE:1

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Again; Pronouns used to refer to MC are blue, because MC will be mistaken for a guy a lot.

SYNOPSIS:

With the Opening Ceremony going off the rails for a second time, MC is more than eager to get back home and probably binge-watch their stress away with their emotionally-repressed boys.

Though with the current situation right now, they don't think that will be happening soon.. Oh well, at least they're not the only otherworldly outlier here... *Nightbringer flashbacks intensifies*

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On the other hand, Yuu makes a new friend.

Yuu doesn't know if this makes them a problematic person or not, but Yuu is happy that there's someone else in a similar predicament as them in this strange world, even if it meant that their new companion also had to be kidnapped by a problematic school/lowkey-highkey a cult to be here as well.

But of course, there's trouble in the horizon as the whole fiasco in the mirror ceremony caused the students of NRC to keep a close and careful gaze onto the MC. I'm talkin' from but not limited to; The Fish Mafia, Queen of hearts and Evil queen Incarnates, even down to your perfectly normal 500+ year old war-veteran that looks like a child.

Meanwhile, The Devildom, Human world, and The Celestial realm are feeling a sense of something foreboding in the air... It's probably nothing though.. right?......right?? The calm before the storm. Or the calm before anyone barges into MC's room.

Prologue: 2 Electric-boogaloo

Watching the mysterious and somewhat confused-looking student continuously dodge Riddle and Azul's spells with a calm expression, sharp gaze and a frightening precision, Lilia is waiting for the perfect time to jump in.

Preferably when the student ran in front of him so that he could tackle him to the ground.

Crowley isn't doing anything but screech. Again.

Haah....

• • • •

Azul's smile widens when this ever mysterious new student blocks Riddles' Signature spell by quickly spinning his fancy staff into a make-shift shield once again. what an interesting staff, transforming from a necklace into a cane that can be used for offense and defense..

Azul straight up grins he can see Schoenheit's smile and Kingscholar's shit-eating smirk from here, as well as hear Shroud's maniacal giggles when Riddle screeches at the student to just cooperate and that "NO WE ARE NOT A CULT!!!!" "That's what cults always say!"

Prompting a round of laughter from the useles– *ehem* new students in the hall. How annoying..

What an amusing lad.. Though, Azul wonders.. can all his other jewelry transform as well? Besides the earrings, choker, necklace and forehead ornament that he's wearing, the student also has a ring in his middle finger and in both of his ring fingers, a wide bracelet, and even some bangles in his ankles.

And if all of those jewels can transform into something?....Ohhh, then he really needs to get his hands on them asap.

Seeing Lilia gearing up to jump the student, Azul shifted a bit and tried to lead the student closer to Lilia.

Help idk how to describe shit💀

You click your tongue as you got surrounded by Mr. bird-bitch, that red-mf, Solomon-but-from-wish, Columbina's cousin, lion-dude, "I'm a bad-bitch with a sad past" guy, and a floating tablet.

You ended up getting bound by the bird-bitch's whip the moment you tried to leap off a window in your belphie-escaping-his-responsibilities style. Your pact mark of pride flickered, and Lucifer wonders what MC could be dreaming about for their pride to have taken a hit at this time of the night.

You turned your staff back into a necklace by then, so you couldn't really block the whip and that redhead's spell from hitting you.

You had socked Walmart-Solomon in the face though when he sneakily tried to take one of your bangles while you were being yanked back from the window. Satan stirred in his sleep, feeling but not registering the creeping irritation under your skin.

So now you're here, with a collar for your troubles and a whip locking your arms to your body.

You're just about to resentfully summon Lucifer or something when the redhead who collared you with this uncomfortable fugly-ass neckwear started lecturing you and shit about etiquette and how disrespectful you are for trying to leap out the window and how you should be honored to be there blahblahblah—

Hell no. You ain't letting this short-pimp talk to you like this. (You should really stop hanging around too much with Asmo. Or Levi when he's being a hater on the internet.)

Satan stirred once again, starting to rouse from his slumber as he felt your irritation start to turn into embers of anger.

Lucifer furrows his brows, feeling a rush of indignity that can only have come from you. But why? Weren't you in bed? He hasn't felt you leave through any of the detection barriers he'd set up around your room so you should still be inside, right?

"I think it's much more disrespectful to have your fuckin horses kidnap someone straight from their goddamn bed just to attend a little ceremony they've never even heard of."

You narrow your eyes as you see the bird-man and goons look taken aback in varying degrees of obviousness. (A figure near the mirror perked-up; 'Maybe this person is in a similar situation as them!')

Bruh, what the fuck did they expect??

• • • • •

The Vice-prefects of all seven dorms have led the new students out of the Ceremony hall, leaving behind the five (sorry Mal. Also, Jamil's ass definitely dragged Kalim out with him.) dorm leaders with the headmaster to solve the issues of the sTiLl-uNdEr-tHe-efFecTs-oF-tHe-teLepoRtaTioN-sPelL new student who utterly refuses to cooperate with them.

Riddle is about to combust, Leona wants to go back to bed only to be dragged back by the headmaster—, Vil wants his beauty sleep but was dragged back by that petty bitch, Leona—, While Idia and Azul decided to stick around for their own personal reasons. ("He looks like an anime character—" "Brother, I don't think it's good to be taking pictures of someone without permission—" "AHH–! O-ORTHO?!")

While Yuu is.. hiding behind the mirror.

(The kinda-silver haired guy seems to be in his seventh ritual of making sure his face didn't get bruised from the solid right hook to the face he got.)

(Yuu would've felt bad for him if the guy didn't have such a shady smile on his face while he was massaging his punched jaw.)

Meanwhile...

"Oy human, it's me!"

Mammon knocked on MC's door, fully intent on bothering their sleep and cozying up on their bed again.

He waited for a few seconds, no answer.

He knocked again.

No answer.

... Look, it's not like The Great Mammon is worried or anything but this is strange..

The human always answers their door after a knock or two even if it's the middle of the night.

... Dammit.

Mammon is full of grumbles as he consciously sharpens his senses, tryna sense his the human.

They better not be ignoring him or he'll–

Wait.

What? W- wait a second..

• • • •

The quietness of the night in the House of Lamentation vanished as the sound of a door being busted down rang out.

It's other residents could barely even register the sound before a shout rang out. A shout that sent dread right into their cores.

"MC?!"

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CHP. 4

PREVIOUS CHP.: PROLOGUE 3

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CW: When MC gets mistaken as a guy, they get referred to as he/him, but the problem is that there's too many males around the MC.

So, I've decided to color the pronouns blue when it's MC that's being addressed. Just to avoid confusion.

CLARIFICATION: The headmaster, and MC knows that Yuu is from another world, so MC decided to play along and pretend that they're from the same world as Yuu. (The human world where MC came from is mostly similar to the human world that Yuu describes. i.e. landmarks, cultural, knowledge, current trends, anime and manga are all mostly the same.)

REMEMBER: Read this before the chapter.

Experience changes people.

If you see MC doing something you think you won't do and you decide to complain about it, remember this:

• You act the way you do because of the things that you've gone through in your life.

• MC is the same.

• They experienced a lot of traumatic events and almost lost their lives a fuck-ton of times.

• Because of that, they've changed. They've diverged from being you into the MC that they are now.

• The life you're living now shall be treated as the MC's canonical past.

• Also, because The Obey Me!cast feels bad from all the times you suffered and almost died because of them, they tend to overcompensate you.

• You get dressed in the finest of fabrics, most luxurious jewels, as well as housed and fed with the best things that the three realms have to offer.

• You don't take them for granted, but years of living with that lifestyle had raised your standards to new heights and changed the way that you act towards certain things.

• You're free to make up your own head canons if you don't like mine, also y'all can give me feedback if you want so I can improve my work.

• This story will be set a few years after the canon of the Obey Me games.

• • • • •

Who would've thought that it would be a bad idea to try to trick someone who literally reeks of luxury to live in an old, bout-to-fall-apart dormitory?

Well, certainly not Crowley.

That fact became known when 'The shady looking dorm leader™' and also, the tablet decided to tag along with you, Yuu and Crowley, but then had to help Yuu in holding you back so that you wouldn't beat the ever living crap out of the headmaster the moment he dared to bring y'all in front of this rustic establishment and say "It had charm". (Too many You's)

Oh really? really?? Oh you'll see real charm when I beat you straight into the afterlife you greasy son of a bitc–

*Ehem*

It did not end well.

So instead of that, the headmaster had to temporarily put you and your fellow stranded-in-dis-school-human into the infirmary as your temporary abode and promised to fix the shoddy dorm so that it can safely house people in it. (Grim will appear in the future, dw)

*Que Azul tryna make you stay in Octavinelle and you vehemently declining that offer.*

Also, you're starting to get creeped-out by the floating tablet that keeps following you around and won't stop with taking pictures. there's also the small maniacal giggles coming out of the device.

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So there you two are, two people that've been kidnapped by this school's fuckin carriage are now bonding in the infirmary and distracting each other by venting about problems back home. (You two are too wary to be able to sleep properly.)

Like, yes Yuu, I'm in a polyamorous with more than a dozen problematic individuals.

Yes, it works out. somehow

Damn, three assignments due tomorrow all from the same subject? Have you ever tried cheating off of your classmates?

Oh— wait what?! a classmate from biology was caught fucking with a professor in a classroom!? Seriously??

No, I unfortunately no longer have a grasp on the concept of private space and poverty.

Yes, maintaining a relationship with a lot of people at the same time can be hard.

A lot of them are rich.

Wait, a seatmate of yours really gave two free expensive sketch pads just because you asked?? Where can I find that person??

Yes they all act like my sugar daddies and my man-children in one way or another.

No, don't you dare pimp yourself out, okay? There may be a lot of people in my life but the important thing is that we all love each other.

We support, comfort, protect, and guide each other to the best we can.

No— that didn't happen in a day, I had to bend over backwards and almost die a shit-ton of times before I managed to wiggle myself firmly into the hearts of those fuckers.

...Q- Questions about our sex life will be automatically ignored.

Just.. be nice to others, even if it's seemingly stupid.

Unless they are absolute scum then just maintain distance.

You just gotta eyeball it to figure out when to stop being nice to someone.

Never and I mean NEVER treat anyone badly unless they did something unforgivable to you.

Don't call me kind. It's easier to have a grasp on other people if you're nice.

Pft— You once saw a book called "How to be a sugar baby 101" in the school library?! And you saw your principal reading it?!

Sure-sure, I'll help you with your math homework— wait a second.. Seriously?? We've been kidnapped, I ain't allowing you to do math. Where the hell did you even hide that thick-as-fuck test sheet anyways?? Up your ass?!

• • • •

You sigh for the third time this hour, looking at Yuu who's making a "Mom.. I threw up in the carpet... I'm sowwy🥺" expression as they stand beside your bed.

"What happened?"

Yuu winced, feeling embarrassed as they hear you talk to them like a disappointed parent, they had failed to appeal to Crowley about becoming a temporary student of this school and now had to be a janitor/errand kid.

"The headmaster said that I'll be the handy-man of the campus while he searches for a way to get us home..."

You feel a vein in your head throb and your eye start to twitch by of the sheer audacity being shown in front of your face.

You are now feeling the immense urge to hex that bird-bitch.

Satan sat straight in his seat, speaking out to the others in the meeting table.

"I can feel irritation and the urge to curse someone again." He said.

It would've been funny if this was another situation.

"That's definitely from MC, isn't it? You mentioned being half-asleep and feeling MC get agitated through your pact mark, right?" Diavolo asked.

"Yes, at least our pacts are still intact..." Satan nodded.

"Great, we can use this to monitor MC even if they're far away." Lucifer stated.

Countless search-parties and interrogations have already been conducted, but they're still clueless on where you can be or who could've taken you.

Even Barbatos couldn't see what had happened.

They're starting to get agitated, MC..

• • • • •

Jade watched as Azul frantically drafts and redrafts a new plan of his.

It seems that something caught the eye of their housewarden in the ceremony today.

"What could be so eye-catching that you're in such a hurry to obtain it, Azul?" Jade couldn't contain his curiosity and asked.

"It's a new student, Jade." Azul started.

"He possesses such a large amount of magical artifacts in his hands, It's unbelievable! They were all high quality too!"

Jade blinks.

"Don't you have enough magical artifacts around?"

Jade is confusion.

"You don't know it because you weren't there." Azul narrowed his eyes at Jade.

"I first thought those jewelry of his were similar to the ones that you can buy with enough money in annual auctions, but then I realized that it's very likely that those jewelry are customized."

"...How so?"

"So I decided to try and take a closer look, but when I actually got closer and almost touched one of them, I felt a strong thrum of magic that I haven't felt before!"

Oh?

Now that got Jade's attention.

Azul has been exposed to a lot of strong, powerful people and magical artifacts over the years that he and his twin were following this dormleader of theirs and yet there was actually an artifact so strong that he can feel strong waves of magic by just almost touching it?

How curious..... If the magic of the artifact was so strong, why didn't Azul sense it up until he literally almost held it in his hands?

Seems like this year won't be boring, after all..

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BONUS: Someone has a crush.

"Brother, Your package has arrived— What are you... Are you making fan art of Mr. [L/n]...?"

Idia screams like a dumb girl in a horror movie as he tries to block the screen with his body.

"O-ORTHO?! WH-WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT KNOCKING FIRST??!"

"And... what's with the pose?"

Ortho tilts head innocently, confused on why his brother is drawing a new student in a pose that can often be seen on videos that are called "Thirst traps". he's still confused about why they're called that way.

Idia: "O- ORTHO THIS ISN'T ANYTHING BAD I SWEARAHGJSI—"

*Starts to fuckin steam*

"brOTHER YOU'RE BURNING THE CHAIR!"

"AH CRAP!"

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CHP. 1.1: The start of the Blood Rose Tyrant.

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CW: Cursing, Idk what else... There's also the pronoun schtick I've been yapping about since pr. 1. (i.e MC will get mistaken for a pretty guy a lot -Mc is AFAB referred to as they/them- because the NRC cast have come to expect only boys to be in the school. Excluding the paintings ofc.)

(My pic)

Fun fact: While all of your ornaments act as containers to very *nom*-able amounts of magic, such a thing can be dangerous as it may give away your location if you need to hide or run away from someone.

Therefore, all of them were cast with a special spell developed by Solomon that makes it so that people can't sense that magic unless they're really close to you physically.

(Not to mention, only exceptional mages can actually have the hope of picking up on that magic as your all jewelry were also cast with a heavy magical concealment blessing from both Micheal and Luke.)

• • •

'What the hell is this?'

You think as you fiddled with the fancy pouch in your hands.

You had opened the gift box to find the pouch containing some basic skincare products and just went; ( •_•)..?

Like– What the hell? Who does that?? Are they saying that you're ugly and needed to start taking care of your face?! Well excuse you, I'll have you know –whomever you are– that this face was approved by Asmodeus himself you rude lil' shi—

*Ehem*

So like any sane person is supposed to do in that situation, you checked if the products were cursed or charmed and then pocketed it to maybe sell it in the future for some cash. (Lovely gift but you were taught never to use/ingest things given to you by strangers.)

Leaving the infirmary, you venture into the botanical garden, hoping you'd find some edible plants that you and Yuu can nibble on until you can procure other food options and some all important moneh. (Ugh, if only that damn crow didn't escape and hide away from you, you would've extorted his cowardly-ass and bought some food instead of needing to resort to this bs.)

'Trying to find a stone in a long abandoned mine is simply a fools errand.'

You thought as you absent-mindedly skipped past a certain tall, dark, and handsome man with horns, unknowing of the look of pure curiosity pointed at your back as you continued your musings.

'But oh well, they wanted to try so they might as well be those fools.'

You're not gonna stop them if they wanna try to fix things even though you've mostly stabilized the situation. (Not that they know.)

Damn, you also need to go to the library later so that you can learn what changes you'd need to do in order to adapt and know the problems you'd likely experience in this world.

Knowing yourself and your history for being a magnet of chaos, It'd probably involve almost dying more times than you have fingers and unearthing some deeply-buried soul-crushing trauma in which the only thing you'll get in return are the friends you've made along the way.

Aside from that though, you'd need to gain yourself a foothold in this society.

Preferably, there would be a lot of rich and influential people in this school to suck up to, but if those aren't enough then maybe you can venture into industries where you can kiss-ass in peace.

As much as you'd love to be optimistic, Crowley is the almost literal embodiment of a dead-beat dad barely pays child-support and your own search for a way home may take years before coming to fruition.

Tsk. You can feel your stress levels transcending the mortal plane of existence again as you can already envision the figurative mountain-range you'd need to climb just to achieve stability in this place.

$°\•m°n.. p/€∆$3.. H€\₱ m£...

Times like these just make you wanna curl up onto the floor in a fetal position and let the earth consume you whole.

Oh! And you also need to obtain a stronger blackmail material against Crowley to make sure he won't try anything remotely against you.

'Hmm... But maybe...'

You think as you took a quick and discreet glance to a security camera that had been "coincidentally" pointed at you.

Well, not really a coincidence.

If the mf behind these creepy-ass cameras —that have been watching you since your arrival here, mind you—, can lend you a hand then that would be the optimal outcome. There are a lot of security cameras after all...

Though there's also a large possibility that the fucker wanted you dead because of either boredom, simple bloodlust, money, vengeance (for some reason), your organs or all of the above.

You sighed as you entered the botanical garden, telling yourself to just worry about that later and focus on finding food.

If you get in trouble for taking plants here, you'll just throw Crowley under the bus. (figuratively and literally if he decides to be a bitch about it.)

• • • •

Yuu, Grim, Ace, and Deuce stumbled out of the mirror, finally away from the creepy forest and back into the college.

They all flinched and turned their heads back when they heard a dramatic 'Tsktsktsk–' from behind them.

"Well well well~ Look who finally decided to show up at–"

*checks imaginary wrist watch*

"46 minutes past midnight.. Huh.. If you all got any curfew for your dorms then you're both toast. Can't believe y'all spent more than five hours looking for a single rock..."

You said, referring to the two first years who flinched under your words and judgemental eyes.

"You all look like shit by the way."

Yuu awkwardly scratched their head.

"Thanks?"

*Sigh...*

"You're welcome, bbg."

"Just hurry up and give that rock to the fuckin crow already so that you all can spare the world from having to witness anymore of your gross, sweaty, homeless-lookin selves."

Deuce shrunk even further behind Yuu. (funny because Yuu was at least half-a-head shorter.)

Ace meanwhile, has too much ego to not say anything back.

"We wouldn't be looking like this if you at least helped!" He snarked.

"Why should I?"

You Dwayne-the-rock-Johnson raised your eyebrow at him.

"I don't owe any of you a smidgen of literally anything so why should I help?"

It wasn't a question, but a statement. Because why should you help? They should be grateful you even talked Crowley out of expelling them immediately. Not that they know but still...

But of course, audacity is gonna audacity. Because, Ace really had the nerve to look offended by your words, as if you weren't saying something as truthful as the sky being blue, the grass being green, and your ass being a literal masterpiece from god.

"Don't even try to pass off the blame, Weasley-wannabe. I know it, you know it, your mom knows it, your dad if you have one, your entire bloodline and your non-existent cow knows it, there's literally no point."

Ace literally almost snarled at you like a damn dog, pft– That's what he gets from pissing you off by existing earlier.

"Oh shut up!"

He then looked like he was about to start a rant of how unfair his life was and how he totally didn't deserve any of this and blahblahblahblahblah–

You swear on Diavolo and Luci's fruity man-boobs, you'll hang this bitch upside down like a bat if you had to hear another complaint about things being unfair for him.

What about you? or Yuu? Isn't life more cruel and unfair to you two? Taking you both away from loved ones and shoving you into a world where you two need to fight for a temporary sanctuary as you both try to go home with no real proof you'll actually be able to make it back?

Isn't life more unfair to you? Right when you almost finally achieved the start of your happy ending.. You were taken away from the people that you fought tooth and nail to be with.. And now, they're all too far away for you to reach... again.

Deuce elbowed Ace, thankfully making the jab to the ribs painful for the annoying ginger.

You dramatically sighed again, turning to Yuu and Deuce.

"Remember kids, don't copy Ace's attitude okay? Lest you want to end up single and with no bitches for the rest of your life."

Ace's right eye twitched erratically, shouting at you to shut up and to stop messing with him.

• • • • •

Talking with the crow is an annoying affair as expected. At least now, Yuu is finally an official learner of the school. Even if they're just half-a-student with the loud talking cat. (That kinda reminds you of Mammon, now that you think of it. Also very funny because the cat's name is grim of all things..)

Oh, and you're a prefect now. You're definitely going to make that everyone's problem. Hehehehehe~

"So the abandoned dorm we were supposed to live in is fixed now? How? Hasn't it only been like– a day?"

You ominously beamed at the question, releasing a sinister little giggle that caused Ace, Deuce, and the now wide-awake Grim to subconsciously shiver while Yuu refrained from asking further questions and just wisely snickered instead.

Unseen by everyone, you sent a quick devious little smile to a wall where a certain electrical device was mounted, biting down a snort when you saw the security camera suddenly snap into another direction, as if it was a person embarrassed that they got caught by someone they were staring at.

You then had to hold back a cackle as you remembered how easily this newly made stalker friend of yours snitched on the headmaster, like– you literally didn't even do anything, the flustered boy just gave you the blackmail material that you needed. Well, maybe you did corner him a little bit by using his own electronics against him but you're pretty sure he enjoyed it for some reason if the way he literally blurted out 'mommy-' at you was anything to go by—

Haha, the benefits of having a hacker as a fren :3

• • • •

Kicking away the two idiots and telling them to go back to their dorms already, you dragged Yuu inside the now newly fixed dorm.

The two of you needed to talk about a few things and arrangements..

• • • •

Quickly opening the door in hopes that the fucker that was banging on it gets mash-dabbed face-first, you saw nothing but disappointment as the bastard — Ace — had actually moved away from the door in an impressive display of intuition and spidey-sense before you had even wretched the door open.

"What the fuck do you want, you ugly punyeta?"

It hasn't even been a few hours since this mf parted ways with you and Yuu, so what could be the problem now?

. .. . . . . ..

"No, you're sleeping on the couch."

"What?! But why?!! There are perfectly good rooms here!"

"All the other rooms besides the one we're using are still unfurnished. The beds in them are yet to be assembled and the floors are dusty because of the quick renovations." Yuu stated, rubbing the bridge of their nose.

"Ughhhhh! Just let me squeeze in, I promise I won't take up too much space!"

"Nice try but no."

"Tch, You're all so stingy and inhospitable.."

"Yuu, Do you hear that?" You said, theatrically cupping your ear with a hand.

"Yes, It seems that a forever virgin is talking." Yuu answered with a smirk.

"Hey!"

"Sorry, you oompa-loompa lookin ass— we unfortunately can't understand the language of people who can't pull."

"You guys are the worst."

"Thanks bbg." you and Yuu paused.

"Pft–"

"Oh dear~ It seems you're starting to take after me."

"Indeed it seems." Yuu replied, even subconsciously copying the fancy accent you used.

"Oh no, you're multiplying. :0"

"Haha, we're still dragging you to apologize to your Housewarden later."

"Aww shucks.."

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a/n: This is going to be a long author's note, I'm sorry- There are two songs that motivated me to write this fanfic and you should def check them out. I really hate to be that person but there's sort of an order you're gonna have to read this fanfic ;v;

1. Listen to Yellow (Coldplay) and Dandelions (Ruth B) and read the lyrics. I'm gonna be referencing some of the lyrics a lot lol.

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When two people are destined for each other, they are able to see a timer on which displays how long the other has left to live. It will decrease from years, to days, to hours, to minutes, finally to seconds until the timer stops forever. The timer only appears when both people fall in love with each other.

Six years after the exchange program, the seven brothers are sitting around the table, having dinner as usual, until a timer appears next to Beel. Asmo is the first to notice as he has been eagerly awaiting for one of his brothers to get a timer even though he himself does not have one yet.

"Beel, check it out! You have a timer next to you!" he says, pointing at the timer next to Beel.

The other brothers congratulate Beel and nag him to say who it is he is in love with even though they already know who it is. It's Y/N. After they had returned to the Human World six years ago, Beel was left devastated. They were very close during the exchange program period. As his brothers' nagging continues, Beel remains silent.

"Beel, how are you not phased by this?" Satan asks him.

Beel looks up at Satan in confusion. "Phased by what?" Beel asks, giving Satan a puzzled look.

It was then that the brothers realize that Beel hasn't been listening to anything they have been speaking about for the past ten minutes.

"Beel, you've gotten your soulmate's timer..." Levi says through a sigh.

"Oh, really?" Beel says as he looks to his left. Displayed in the air next to him are two numbers and five letters. "65 years". "I'm happy that my soulmate will live that long, but I'm sad because I will live longer," Beel says as he stuffs another bite of his food into his mouth.

"Ya can't be so relaxed about this," Mammon says, slamming his cutlery onto the table.

"You can't be jealous that Beel received his timer before you, Mammon. Sit back down and finish your dinner," Lucifer sighs. Belphie, who has been silent up until now, finally speaks.

"Beel, do you know who it is?" he asks gently.

"I hope that it's Y/N. No wait, I want Y/N to live for a lot longer than just 65 years, I hope it's not Y/N then. No wait, I want it to be Y/N," the words fall out of Beel's mouth faster than he can comprehend them. Mammon, Levi, Satan and Asmo laugh at Beel's conflicting emotions but are still concerned about just who it is that received his timer and whether or not they will be happy together, let alone meet. However, Lucifer and Belphie are worried over something else: Whoever received Beel's timer, what numbers does their timer display and how quickly do they decrease?

After school the next day, Beel and Belphie are together in their room discussing the events that occurred that day at RAD.

"Did you see how everyone praised you at RAD for being the first of us brothers to receive a timer?" Belphie says, pulling his favourite cow-spotted pillow towards him. Beel doesn't respond. Instead, he gazes over at his timer which still displays the same digits as the ones he saw yesterday.

"Hey, Beel! I'm talking to you!" Belphie yells, squeezing his pillow, as if in hopes that Beel will feel it. Beel snaps out of his daydream and turns his head towards Belphie. A frown paints his face, causing his features to drop, giving him a drowsy look.

"Beel? Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm alright. I just... really hope that it's Y/N," Beel says, collapsing onto his bed. The softness of the bed gives off the illusion of being swallowed by tranquility. He instantly feels at peace and exhales a deep sigh.

"Beel, it doesn't really matter that much. You have 65 years to meet whoever it is, I don't know why you're worrying so much," Belphie says, throwing his cow-spotted pillow at Beel. Beel catches it with ease and holds it above him. His mind slips into his memories and he remembers each time he found Y/N with this pillow. Be it falling asleep with it or throwing it at his face, each memory releases a drop of sadness and longing into the pool of Beel's emotions. He sighs and holds the pillow to his chest.

"Y/N... Where are you?" he says before closing his eyes, succumbing to exhaustion.

The days came and went, it has been 2 weeks since Beel received his timer. He and Belphie are sitting on the attic floor and discussing who his soulmate may be. The air in the attic is thick and still, as if you could almost see it. Beel places his hand on the floor and the worn floorboards creak, causing waves of nostalgia to wash over him.

"Belphie, do you remember when we formed the Attic Club?"

"Oh. Yeah, it was some time after Y/N set me free from the attic." Belphie says, smiling. Beel knows that Belphie is experiencing saudade but he doesn't say anything, he feels the same way.

《Saudade: The melancholic longing for someone or something you love that you cannot reach.》

At that moment, Beel comes to a realization.

"Hey, Belphie, what do you think their timer displays?"

A mixture of fear and sadness swells inside of Belphie. A sigh escapes from his lips. Voice shaking and hands trembling, he musters the courage to respond.

"A large number, I'm sure."

"Tell me the truth, Belphie; how long do you think I have left?" Beel asks.

You can hear the sincerity in his voice and see his pain being reflected on his face. Just the fact that someone could ask such a heartbreaking question so genuinely was enough to bring tears to anyone's eyes. Belphie blinks at his blurry eyes. He falls into his older twin brother's arms and whispers more to himself than to anyone else:

"Please don't leave soon."

A month has passed. 4 weeks, 30 days, 720 hours, 43 200 minutes, 2 592 000 seconds. That's all that has passed and yet, it feels like an eternity has gone by. Beel, Belphie, Mammon, Asmo and Satan are together in the common room discussing Beel's timer.

"It's been a month already, are ya not gonna go lookin' for 'em?" Mammon asks.

"He has time, Mammon. Don't rush him, allow him to work at his own pace," Satan says, flipping the crumbling page in the book he stole from Lucifer.

"Exactly! That's what we do to you, Mammon. Be patient," Asmo adds.

"Ya do WHAT?!" Mammon yells.

Belphie stares at the fight breaking out while Beel smiles at his timer.

"Y/N... I know it's you."

He sinks into his memories and remembers each and every moment he spent with Y/N. The more he imagines them, the more his heart aches. He is brought back to reality when a trembling hand shakes his shoulder.

"Belphie? What is it?" he asks.

"Beel..." Belphie slowly points next to Beel, horror written across his face. Beel turns to look at the others, their faces mimicking that of Belphie's. Anxiously, Beel turns his head to see what they are so terrified of.

His heart stops and time stands still as he looks at his timer. It no longer displays the digits it once used to.

"12 years..." Beel says, grabbing onto Belphie's hand, "That's still a lot of time, right?"

Beel watches as Asmo breaks into tears, clinging onto Mammon while he stares blankly at the timer. Satan has left to go find Levi and Lucifer, probably. Belphie hugs Beel and tells him that he still has time, but those words no longer hold the purpose they once did 5 minutes ago.

Weeks after the decrease in the timer, Beel is out shopping. To him, the world feels emptier and emptier with each passing day. He can't stand the fact that he will have to lose Y/N so soon and there is nothing he can do about it. As he listens to his thoughts, he comes across a group of budding dandelions, the small yellow ones he plucks out of the garden. As Mammon would call them, the "weeds of the Earth". As he looks down at the dandelions gently dancing to the rhythm of the wind, he falls into a flashback. He remembers how he and Y/N used to go dandelion-picking, how beautiful they looked in that yellow outfit he bought them, their smile when they came across a puffball and the wishes they made on it. He misses Y/N so much that he can no longer contain his misery and longing. Trying to distract himself from his sadness, he checks his timer. To his dismay, he is left with another reason to feel miserable.

"50 days, huh? So it had another error..."

That night, Beel has a nightmare. He dreams of watching his timer decrease to zero without ever meeting his soulmate. When he wakes up, he checks his timer to make sure that it has stayed the same. Sure enough, it hasn't. A cold sweat runs down Beel's neck as he stares at the words "5 days" written on his timer.

The following day, Beel pulls Belphie aside to tell him about his situation.

"Beel, I don't think there's anything we can do about it."

"But there has to be."

"Maybe we should leave it as is. We don't know who your soulmate is, we don't know what life they're living and what they're going through. Maybe it's for the best."

"That can't be possible, no one deserves to die."

"I'm sorry, Beel."

Belphie wraps his arms around Beel, pulling him into a tight hug. Beel returns it with less meaning than he used to.

Beel is sitting on his bed looking at the collection of pictures he has of Y/N. There's all sorts of pictures, some they took together, some he took of them, others taken by other people entirely. He glances over at Belphie who is peacefully sleeping in his bed. Beel closes his eyes and thinks of Y/N.

"Y/N... I hope you're not my soulmate. I really hope you're not my soulmate. I'd much rather have you not love me than you dying without me being able to save you. I would give up everything to help you but, I can't. I just can't," Beel thinks to himself. He checks his timer. "5 days". He sighs in relief that it hadn't had another error. He'll be able to make it through the night without worrying too much. He lets his tiredness consume him and falls asleep.

Beel finds himself in a field of dandelions, the yellow kind that he plucks out of the garden. Every 5 meters or so, he comes across a small group of puffballs. Ahead of him is the sunset. The ombre of red to yellow in the sky fits the sea of dandelions he is amongst. But he is not alone. Not too far away from him is Y/N. He runs up to them and pulls them into his arms, however, he his holding nothing. He pulls out of the embrace to find that Y/N is transparent. Beel knows what's going on. He knows exactly what's going on.

"I've always loved you, Beelzebub. But I can't always be at your side. Promise we'll meet again soon?"

Beel wakes up and immediately checks his timer. A single tear falls from his left eye as he watches the numbers on his timer decrease.

00:00:05

00:00:04

00:00:03

00:00:02

00:00:01

00:00:00

"Beelzebub, we all understand how you feel. But please, don't try turning back time. Things happen for a reason," Lucifer says, closing and taking the spell book in Beel's hands, whose eyes are glassy from crying.

"I can ask Barbatos then?" Beel asks.

"No you can't, Beel. You can't change anything," Satan says, his eyes glued to the floor.

"Beel, if it's not too personal for you, can I see your timer?" Levi asks gently.

Beel displays his timer.

"That's... weird," Asmo comments.

"In what way?" Belphie asks.

"Well, usually when someone's timer runs out, it disappears. Beel's is just stuck at 00:00:00. I think that's strange," Asmo explains.

"Huh... So they could still be alive?" Mammon asks.

"No, not alive. Just not fully dead," Satan replies.

"How about I go to the Human World?" Beel speaks up.

The room fills with silence as each brother thinks of an excuse to not let him go.

"Go," Lucifer finally says.

"Really?" Beel asks, the shine returning to his eyes.

"Yes, go. Go look for them," Lucifer says, pulling his big little brother into his embrace.

Later that day, in the Human World, Beel stumbles across a graveyard. He walks around in hopes of finding Y/N. Sure enough, their grave is there. Beel bends down to pay his respects but notices a particular type of flower growing next to it.

"Dandelions, huh? And the small yellow kind. Your skin and bones turned into something beautiful, Y/N."

Beel hangs his head low as he holds back tears.

Beel finds himself in the same dandelion field as the night before, the sun still setting and Y/N smiling at him. He approaches them slowly, his heart aching with each step.

"Say hello to Lilith for me, Y/N," Beel says to you, smiling.

"I will Beel, for you I'd bleed myself dry," you reply.

Beel's timer disappears.

You fade away.

~ Fin

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a/n: uhhh, so I just wanna clear some stuff up-

1. Dandelions can be found growing by graveyards since it's a weed (lol) and when a person's body disintegrates underground, it grows into some form of plant, thus "your skin and bones turn into something beautiful".

2. When the first tear falls from the left eye when you're crying of sadness, it is out of pure sadness. If it falls out of the right eye first when crying of happiness, it's out of pure happiness.

Okay bye-

(btw this was my first fanfic so forgive the cringe TvT 👍)

Asmodeus: You know there’s a rumor going around.

M!Mc: What that we’re gay for eachother? *holding human world candy out for beel*

Beelzebub: Oh my god, twizzler gummies!!

Beelzebub: No, see im straight but if there was a man I would marry it would be Mc.

Asmodeus: How do you feel about that Mc?

M!Mc: …It’s not helping with the rumors.

Asmodeus: I think the kiss you guys shared on my birthday isn’t helping with the rumors.

Beelzebub: Yeah I just hate that he didn’t give me enough tongue.

Bee-zebub

MC

Beelze-burgur

He cri :(

Asmodeus: Why are your tongues purple?

MC: We had slushies. I had a blue one.

Solomon: I had a red one.

Asmodeus: oh

Asmodeus:

Asmodeus: OH

Beelzebub: *processing*

Beelzebub: You drank each other's slushies?