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'Come, join me'

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Such a Wh*re (I love it)

Mephisto x reader

wc : 1.k

warnings : nsfw, name calling [whore], mc is accused of fooling around with the brothers and other four dateables [however it’s neither confirmed nor denied for reader interpretation] 

synopsis : Mephisto would rather die than admit jealously over some human so you’ll just have to make him choke on his words instead 

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Beach Party

Mephistopheles x Fem!Reader

A/n: I have only @haithanist to thank for feeding me this idea almost two months ago now. I’m making this Prompt 7 for my 666 event because it was too good to pass up.

Cw: Hate fucking, degradation, exhibitionism, male masturbation, scenting, light choking, finger sucking, implied free use w/brothers, cum tasting.

Word count: 4.1k

Surprisingly the summers in the Devildom got just as hot as the human world at times, today was one of the worst, and Lord Diavolo decided to throw a party on his private beach for the students of RAD in an attempt to beat the heat. Mephistopheles, of course, had been sent to do a report on how the evening went, however, shortly after the party started he became preoccupied with his own study.

Those accursed seven brothers that Diavolo seemed to adore so much showed up almost an hour late to the event. Lucifer was busy kissing ass per usual to the Prince, two of the brothers made themselves at home under a large cabana, four of the brothers made a mad dash for the water and right behind them was you. That’s where his study began. You were always so innocent acting, as if you weren’t surrounded by sin and temptation on the daily, it made him sick. Mephisto normally only saw you in your RAD uniform and on the few brief occasions he saw you outside the school you were typically wearing a jacket or had one of the brothers wrapped around you, but here you were now with everything completely exposed.

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I'm obsessed with lesson 8

Uh⁉️

Whatever Solomon did to Barbatos, he's really pissed...

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this is allowed and I'm wheezing at what ppl put in their profiles

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i like how at the beginning of the game Solomon says he “decided to follow you” all casually as if he didn’t have seven guns pointed at his head

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Ok this one hurts

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Wish mc could have replied with a:

Barbatos i know it's you, you fuck

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*screaming*

He’s hugging me!!!!!!

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Having played about an hour of Nightbringer, I have concluded..

I am not coordinated enough for this shit.

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IM CRYING SO MUCH I LOVE HIM PLEASE I LOVE HIM AND I JUST WANT TO SNUGGLE WITH HIM LIKE THAT 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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Staring at MC is NOT a hobby

Lucifer: You need a hobby.

Asmo: I have a hobby.

Lucifer, clearly jealous: Staring at MC isn’t a hobby.

Asmo: You’re right. It’s a profession and I excel at my job.

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Hello, I absolutely love your writing!! Can I request some hurt/comfort with Lucifer where he and mc had an argument about something, he accidentally hurt mc's feelings with his words and trying to make up after that. I hope this isn't too specific, I just love groveling sm.

a/n: thank you so much! this is an amazing idea <3 hopefully it isn’t too ooc

“I don’t have the energy to yell at you. You’re not worth it anyways.”

The words left Lucifer quicker than he could register them. The room sank into tense silence, as if you hadn't been exchanging cutthroat ripostes and throwing blame at each other for the past five minutes.

Head still throbbing with rage, he watched your expression morph from shock to hurt. You were standing so still that you could blend into the wall behind you. The clock ticked and ticked and ticked. 

He knew that he should apologize. He hadn't meant it– he wasn't even aware that he was capable of saying something so brutal to you, but anger had taken hold of him like a parasite. His ego forbade him from stepping down from this fight. 

You nodded finally, eyes hardening into emotionless stones. "Fine. I won't waste your time."

He didn’t have the heart to watch you leave. It was only after he’d heard the door slam shut that he let himself slump into the chair.

It wasn’t supposed to be something severe enough to warrant an argument, but nothing had been going right for him the entire day, and he was just about at the tipping point when he returned home. The day had started with Beel accidentally emptying everyone’s breakfast, leaving Lucifer quite famished until lunchtime. Letters concerning Mammon’s debts somehow found their way into his materials, adding to his irritation. As if that wasn’t enough, Satan and Belphie had the audacity to pull a prank on him in the corridor, which turned out to be a notable mess.

That still wasn’t the worst. What really took the cake was this: the piece of work, the deadline of which had already been pushed back several times at his request, went missing. It didn’t matter how many times Diavolo insisted that it wasn’t a big deal. The fact that he of all people would lose an assignment was humiliating enough.

If only you hadn’t been waiting for him in his office, the whole ordeal would’ve been avoided, but alas, you were sprawled out on the couch when he entered. Unaware of his furrowed brows and irritated huffs, you asked him about his day.

“It was terrible. I couldn’t find the report I’ve been working on for days.” 

Your thumb froze above the screen. "The report on the missing potions?”

“That’s the one.”

You rolled onto your feet and headed over, looking through his piles of identical documents under his confused gaze. Finally, you pulled a thin sheet out, “Here it is. I must’ve misplaced it when I was cleaning your desk this morning.”

He took the paper from you, staring at the words he’d written as if in disbelief. “You cleaned my desk?”

“Yea, you told me it was getting cluttered but you didn’t have time to tidy things up, so I figured I’d do it for you.” You frowned at his unreadable reaction. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. That’s great. It's perfect, even.” He put down the paper with a bit more force than necessary. “Just that my credibility is now ruined.”

“It’s just one time. I don’t believe Diavolo chewed you out for it.”

“He didn’t. It’s not-“ he drummed his knuckles against the hardwood. “Nevermind. Of course you wouldn’t get it.”

The passive-aggressive tone obviously didn’t go over your head. You crossed your arms in front of you, your previously relaxed posture giving way to squared shoulders and clenched jaw, ready to defend yourself.

And then everything just went downhill from there. Snarky retorts, comments that were a bit too personal for comfort, soft gazes replaced by annoyed eye-rolls. Your firmness and determination, which he’d once found endearing, was now unbelievably irksome.

All the while, the voice in the back of his head was telling him to just stop talking before he would say something regretful. He knew that words were like bullets— quick, unfeeling, fatal. He knew that he was way too vulnerable to rage, that it would cloud his head and make him forget reasons, but what was he supposed to do? Back out of something he’d started?

Guilt was eating away at his head, making up excuses only to shoot them down one by one. The truth was, he was still learning to be softer, gentler for you, but once in a while shadows of his past self liked to knock on his door, luring him into doing or saying something cruel, reminding him how good it felt to be in control.

And because he gave in, he was now facing the consequence.

He eyed the closed door. It had been hours since he’d chased you out. You weren’t there for dinner, but Levi had volunteered to bring it to you.

This wasn’t something he could brush off after a night’s sleep, he realized. It was a wound, one that if neglected, would only aggravate and become infested. Pride might be a hard pill to swallow, but it was still better than leaving a dent in your relationship and turning a blind eye to it.

He had to make it up to you somehow.

The night was far too young for you to fall asleep despite your dedication. You kept tossing and turning, replaying what Lucifer had said in your head like a speaker you couldn’t turn off.

He didn’t mean that. Of course he didn’t. It was his anger talking. He would never think that in earnest.

But it hurt nonetheless. 

You rolled onto your back, clenching the blanket as if it was your lifeline. It was ridiculous how hundreds of promises, sweet declarations and tooth-rotting confessions could fade into nothingness, all because of one mindless, unintended remark. 

Feeling tears well up in your eyes again, you reached out to grab a tissue, only to catch something in the corner of your room.

The door was slightly ajar, and outside stood a shadowed figure, as still as a statue. Your heart jumped to your throat before your eyes could adjust.

“Shit!” You cussed, then held your hand to your drumming chest. “That scared me. Oh goodness. How long have you been looming outside?”

“I wasn’t looming. I just stopped by.” Lucifer said, closing the door behind him. His actions were deliberately tentative and slow.

The initial scare was quickly replaced by bitterness. You leaned against the headboard, gaze darting away. “What do you need?”

“I came to apologize.”

At your lack of disapproval, he moved to the side of your bed. If he saw the tissues flooding your table, he didn’t say anything about them.

For a good minute, he just sat there with his side to you, protected by the dimness in the room. You let him muster enough courage to say what was on his mind.

With a sigh, he gave in. “I shouldn’t have blamed you. You were just trying to do something nice for me, and I took it for granted. And those things I said were just… uncalled for.”

It wasn't everyday Lucifer admitted his own faults. When he reached out for your hand, you didn't have the heart to leave him hanging.

“To be fair, I did say some mean things too.”

“Yes, but I truly crossed a line there. I shouldn’t have let myself say that. It wasn’t even true. You’re worth more than everything else in the three worlds combined,” he grazed your knuckles with his lips, then turned to face you. “I’m sorry, love.”

The regret in his tone was enough to melt whatever pettiness you were still holding onto. You opened your arms, letting him bury his face in the crook of your neck. His shoulders relaxed almost immediately.

“I’m sorry too, for messing things up. I'll steer clear of your desk from now on.”

“It’s alright. I could use some help every now and then."

You hummed, threading your fingers through his hair. For a while, you just sat in the dark, leaning against each other and leaving the argument in the past. 

"You know what?" he broke the silence, voice muffled. "I think you may be the only one who can get me to apologize like this."

"I must be really lucky then."

"Maybe I'm the lucky one."

Enveloped by warmth, you came to the conclusion that while it might be easy for you to clash, being both hot-headed and unwavering, deep down you knew that you could do better, and that was enough for now.

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MC: What's a word thats a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'?

Malleus: Disgruntled, miserable, desolated-

Lilia: Smad.

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Malleus : *gets a first year as a girlfriend*

Mc : *gets a third year as a boyfriend*

Mc : Give me all of your old notes and tests from your first year here.

Malleus : I know I shouldn't but here you go, princess.

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hey why does heaven need a hitman…?

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MC: ...

Raphael: ...

MC: *shows him their palm*

Raphael: *looks at it* *then holds it*

MC: Good boy. Here's your treat. *feeds him a candy*

Raphael: *obediently eats it*

Simeon, Luke, and Solomon: ...

Simeon: Did you just turn a powerful archangel into a dog?

MC: *now patting Raphael's head* Hm?