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sassykattery · 2 years

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Antithesis

Well, this was kind of my idea, kind of requested by @delphi-dreamin and @eternallydaydreaming2015. So here it is.

Prompt: Imagine your f/o sending you nudes while you're at work/school to rile you up.

Pairing: MephistophelesxGN! Reader

CW: nudity, sending nudes. Graphic description of sexual situations: m! receiving oral

Characters: Mephistopheles, MC="You", Mammon

Ageless and minors DNI

18+only

During potions class, your D.D.D. had buzzed, and upon looking at the lock screen, you discovered Mephistopheles had texted you; the message saying "Image" as your only indication of what he sent. Curious, you hid it under the table and looked at what he sent you.

But then it buzzed again. The text preview showed "Image" again from him, and though you had a feeling you shouldn't look, curiosity got the better of you. Keeping it under the table, you looked again and this time your eyes bugged out as he was completely nude, his large hand being the only thing covering his nether region, and even then, you could see enough to flush even harder.

You blinked several times and swallowed thickly as you looked upon a mirror selfie with his shirtless form, towel hung low around his hips. His hair was damp as it lay across his forehead. Immediately, your face started to burn but you tried to maintain composure as you locked the device without replying, hoping it could wait until after class.

As you stared upon the photo, he texted again.

Mephistopheles: Like what you see?

You wanted to tell him no. You wanted him to stop the torture. Though you two were intimate, there were still moments of slight animosity. For how cold and condescending he could be, and for you being just a human, but making his heart twist like no other being could. He often did this to you when he wanted your attention but wouldn't say as much.

You: Maybe.

Mephistopheles: Maybe you don't want this dick later.

You: You're right, maybe I don't.

Just then, your device buzzed once more after you had locked it. Tried as you might to focus on class, you had to know what he said. Looking down, it was another image. Opening it with such speed, still under the table, you saw another mirror selfie of him holding his very hard and thick cock in his hand. It was enough to make you salivate. Another message appeared under it.

Mephistopheles: You sure?

A whine formed in your throat but never became fully vocalized.

"Hey."

You nearly jumped out of your skin, bumping your knee into the table as you jolted and locked your device out of muscle memory.

"Geez, sorry. Why ya so jumpy? And why do ya look like that?" Mammon asked.

"That's rude," you pointed out, trying to calm your racing heart rate. The second born stood in front of your table with his hands on his hips.

"I just wanted to ask ya if you did the homework for hexes and curses," he stated.

Standing, you gathered your things as people started leaving. You wondered when the professor dismissed class but elected to ignore that for now.

"I did but I'm not giving it to you," you retorted.

Mammon whined and pleaded, "C'mon! Help your first man out, please?"

You rolled your eyes and pulled out your homework. "Only if you keep anyone from bugging me during lunch. I have some things to do and I want to be undisturbed," you replied.

"Deal," Mammon stated, swiping the pages. You walked off before he could think too hard about what he agreed to and why you wanted to be alone.

Once you found the restroom, and locked yourself in a stall, you opened your D.D.D. again.

You: I'm sure.

Mephistopheles: Last chance...

Another image popped up, and this time he was lying in bed with his fist wrapped around his cock, precum dripping from the head. Your knees buckled slightly as the weight of your arousal pooled in your abdomen.

You: You're so mean.

Mephistopheles: It's yours if you come over right now.

You'd never left RAD so quickly, and imagine the look on Mephisto's face when you threw yourself into his bedroom exactly ten minutes later, panting and heaving.

He was still laying in his luxurious bed, stroking his cock. Propping himself up on his elbows, smirked at you.

"Hmph, guess you did want it?" Mephisto purred to you.

"Shut up," you rasped, throwing off an article of clothing with every step you took toward his bed. His smirk deepened.

Once completely bare, you drug yourself up onto his lap and nestled yourself between his legs to immediately take his length into your mouth. He hissed and bucked his hips.

"Stupid human," he grunted, his hand laid upon your scalp as he watched you bobbing your head.

Popping off of his cock, you mumbled back, "Dumb demon." He smirked again.

"But you– ahhh ha, you love me," he groaned as you began sucking on the head, rolling your tongue around.

You moaned in agreement and kept pleasing him with your mouth, and eventually you added your hand to stroke the rest of the length you couldn't take. He was rolling his hips with pleasure, his pretty moans falling from his lips. He fisted the sheets, twisting as you brought him closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck, you're going to-" he grunted out but stopped as he gave a sharp buck upwards into your face. He looked down at you and saw your pleading eyes trained on his. His brows furrowed as he focused on you, grabbing your head to push it down as he fucked into your mouth. After a few thrusts, he stilled as his cum shot out down your throat, which you gulped down greedily.

He pulled out of your mouth and you sat up, looking rather exhausted. With little warning, he shot forward and pushed you onto your back.

"You did good, little human. It's my turn to please you now," he murmured. His hand trailed down toward your sex, stimulating it with his fingers. "You have no idea what you do to me, and I hate it, but I can't stop myself."

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luxthestrange · 3 months

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Incorrect quotes#931 Demons Amirite?

Mc: Dude can I borrow your jacket? I’m cold...

Luci/Mephisto/Barb*affronted and sighs* Your tongue’s been in my mouth, Please refrain from calling me dude

Mc: Sorry, My mistake...

Mc*clears throat, tenderly cups demon boyfriend’s face* Babycakes, sweetheart, cutie can I, the love of your basically immortal life, please borrow your jacket before I freeze to death?

Luci/Mephisto/Barb*blushing glaring while handing you his jacket* …dude is fine-

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another-lost-mc · 9 months

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I come to share an idea with you in case luck is on my side and you interested to expand it-

I can't stop thinking about the MC who has a crush on Lucifer but somehow ends up moaning his name while making out with Mephisto 🤔🫢 (I don't think MC and Mephisto have a romantic relationship yet, maybe it's more like ons or something similar???)

To be honest, your name somehow popped to my mind when I thought of this idea 😆 Maybe because I read your smut fic too much lol—

Anyway, thanks for reading and I hope you have a fantastic day 🤍

give me time, I'll change your mind

pairing: mephistopheles x gn!reader

content: nsfw. smut. friends (frenemies?) with benefits. jealousy, teasing, cursing, degradation, slut-shaming. reader has unresolved feelings for lucifer (one-sided).

word count: 1.3k

Groans and whimpered curses spill effortlessly from your lips as long, dexterous fingers graze the spot inside you that makes you tremble. Your body feels like a livewire, overwhelmed by the barest touch of leather against your bare skin and little nips of teeth against your throat. He nudges your head back for better access and you tip your head back with a sigh. It feels so good and your mind is lost in a blissful daze of his creation.

You don't realize something is wrong until there's a sharp intake of breath, and the gloved hand stretching you open suddenly grows still. Mephisto lifts his head from where he was trailing kisses along the curve of your neck, and he narrows his eyes angrily at you.

"I'm knuckle-deep inside your greedy little hole and you can't remember my name, pet?"

Your mouth falls open in mortification when you realize what you've done.

This isn't the first time you've gone to him for relief. He accepted your casual physical arrangement and you both agreed discretion was best. He obliged when you were in the mood, even though more often lately he was the one that initiated first.

He was always careful about coming up with flimsy excuses for you to stay behind after class and help him with the school paper. He fucked you across any available surface in the newspaper club office—bent over the arm of the sofa, against the door, flat on your back against his desk. He was generous with his attention without asking why you chose him, and maybe that was his mistake.

What would you tell him if he did? That he was a handsome distraction, someone to satisfy your needs while you tried to unravel your complicated feelings for the Avatar of Pride?

"I'm sorry, I—I don't know why..."

You're a terrible liar, and he doesn't fall for your blubbering excuses. His expression is cold, calculating, and he's piecing together the little secrets you've kept from him all this time.

"How many others do you turn to for a quick fuck because you can't have your precious Lucifer?" He practically spits his name like a curse as he pulls his fingers from your body with an obscene squelch. He continues stoking around your entrance lazily, taunting you so you don't forget that you were nearly begging for him to fuck your brains out—until you ruined it, that is.

His tongue is sharp and his words drip with scorn. He's trying to hurt you for hurting him. "Tell me, little human. Was I the only one willing to touch you? Was I your last resort, pet? Lucky me." He chuckles but it's a bitter sound, and he bares his fangs when his lips curl into a cold smile.

You're rendered speechless, mouth opening and closing uselessly when you struggle to think of something to say.

How could you be so stupid?

Stray tears trickle from the corner of your eyes when you blink. You can't even imagine how pathetic you must look in his eyes: your lips quivering pitifully as more tears threaten to fall, your legs spread wide on the desk where he stands between them, your pants and underwear tugged down to your ankles from earlier when he was too eager to undress you properly.

He startles you when his fingers press against your entrance and slide back in effortlessly. He adds another and begins stretching you again around his fingers, but it's different now than it was before. His movements are faster now, roughened by his frustration and some primal instinct to claim you. He had you first. Perhaps he just needs to remind you of what you can have with him instead of whatever fantasy you've imagined with Lucifer, that pompous prick—he doesn't deserve you.

Desire pools deep in your belly and you bite your lip to stifle your moans as he strokes you in all the right places. It feels wrong to enjoy this when you insulted him so cruelly. You feel guilty because you still want him—no one's ever touched you the way he has. You have a feeling that he knows that too, even if you won't admit it.

He leans forward and presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth; he licks at a stray tear clinging to your cheek before he pulls away. "Don't worry, pet. I'll still take care of you, even if no one else will."

There's a soft zip and a metallic clink as he undoes his belt with his free hand. Once he frees his cock, he moves lightning quick—his fingers slip from your body so he can grip your waist with both his hands. He drags you forward until the only thing keeping you from falling off the edge of the desk is his hips pressed against yours.

You barely manage to grip the edge of the desk to brace yourself before he thrusts inside you with one deep stroke. He gives you a moment to adjust to the stretch, panting lightly while he watches you squirm on his cock. His hair falls carelessly over his face and sticks to the light sheen of sweat trickling down his temples.

It feels like the calm before the storm: he looks fierce but determined. "Let's see if you can still moan his name by the time I'm done with you," he sneers, groaning deep in his chest when he pulls back, teasing your entrance with the fat tip of his cock. He slams back inside, fucking you like he's trying to tear you asunder with the rough, punishing pace of his thrusts. His filthy praise about how well you take him and how perfect you feel around his cock puts you back together again.

The desk rattles underneath you and the desperate, feral noises you're both making can probably be heard down the hall, but he doesn't stop until you come on his cock with a broken cry. He fucks you through your release and hisses when you clench around him, and he finally grunts as he empties himself into you.

After he catches his breath, he groans quietly as his softening cock slips from your body. He tucks himself away, fastening his belt while he stares at the tantalizing sight of his cum trickling from your hole. Usually he fetches a damp cloth for you to clean yourself with, but he doesn't do that tonight. He helps you off the desk and slides your clothes back into place. His hands are surprisingly gentle and you realize he's not trying to mock you—there's something possessive in his gaze instead. Your underwear and pants are sticky from the mess he's made of you, and he can already see little wet spots forming where it soaks into the fabric.

By the time he leads you outside where his chauffeur is waiting, it's as if nothing unusual happened between you tonight. His car pulls up at the House of Lamentation to drop you off, and like all the times before, watches to make sure you make it inside safely. You feel the weight of his gaze on your back until you close the door behind you.

The others must be busy because no one comes to your room to bother you, and you're grateful that you don't have to make excuses for your wrinkled appearance and musky smell. You take a warm bath before bed to soothe the dull ache between your legs. The lingering scent of his sweat and cologne on your skin has faded by the time you put on your pajamas, and you leave your D.D.D. on your desk so you're not tempted to call him. You toss and turn, mind racing with memories of what happened tonight and the fleeting sense of uncertainty and anticipation about what to expect when you see him tomorrow.

Eventually you fall into a restless sleep, but the crimson eyes you normally dream about are murky-green instead.

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demonvibez · 7 months

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mature content - minors dni · tags: smut, dom/sub/switch, oral, public sex, gn reader, penetration, humiliation, denial · wc: .3k+

Mephistopheles, ever the noble demon, tends to keep his secrets guarded when it comes to his own private affairs - despite also being the nosiest demon in the Devildom. One could certainly speculate what it would be like to have him between your sheets . . .

It's very possible that he would be dominant. His entire life only exists so that he can serve his future King - what demon wouldn't want to grab the reigns, especially in the bedroom? Especially with you, the oh-so-cute and powerful human exchange student that has beings from all three realms at their beck and call? I'd imagine he'd love to put a leash on you - and not just for the look on Lucifer's face. That one time he face fucks you in the Newspaper Room after class turns into you being his little noble slut, bouncing on his cock whenever he pleases. Whether it's in the forgotten hallway of a dinner party or the empty chambers of the House of Lords, he wants you and your needy holes at the ready for him to take. Be a good obedient little pet for him and he'll buy you the most expensive of collars - and probably anything else you desire.

Or perhaps, he wants you to put the collar on him. Perhaps he wishes to be the submissive one - you know he is extremely devoted and loyal, now let him serve you. He was literally born to serve, so why not fulfill his purpose? And that purpose looks a hell of a lot better with you in it. He doesn't care if you make him crawl across the House of Lamentation naked, he will do anything you ask. He'll become your best boy, taking your training as seriously as any of his other stations. Hands bound and eyes blindfolded as you hover over him in your bed, he patiently waits to orally please you for hours on end as you deny his own pleasure - his cock free and leaking precum in the open air, unable to be touched. He lives to worship you, and he'll always be back on his knees begging for more.

For you, I'm guessing, he'd love the thrill of both.

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my-names-angel-but-im-not-one · 11 months

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*Mephisto knocks on the door*

MC: I'm busy I'm studying!!..... Naked.

Mephisto: is that suppose to keep me away?

MC: *open the door* it's you... *Makes face*

Mephisto: and you are dressed...wonder who's more disappointed.

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devildom-moss · 5 months

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November poll story - pt. 2

Denial - Mephistopheles

(Mephistopheles x gn!MC)

(NSFW) (sub!Mephistopheles / dom!MC) (NSFW tags: denial; edging; ruined orgasm; no penetration; no orgasm; handjob; public why have I developed such an intense exhibitionist/risk of getting caught headcanon for him?; partially clothed Mephi, fully clothed reader; "good boy" for Mephisto he's such a good boy and I'll die on that hill)

(other tags: slight jealousy, slight angst, insecurity)

Word Count: +2,900

“Can I borrow you in the newspaper room, MC?” Mephisto nudged his way into your conversation with Satan about that mystery novel he had lent you last month.

“Not right now,” you dismissed him.

“I only need a few minutes of your time,” Mephisto insisted.

“But –”

“Go ahead,” Satan sighed, assuming you were declining on his behalf. “We can continue this later.”

“Excellent.” Mephisto placed a firm hand on your back and quickly pushed you towards the newspaper room as if he had been waiting for Satan’s approval to steal you away. Of course, that was because Mephisto assumed you wanted to go with him – and usually you did.

The second Mephisto stepped foot into the empty newspaper room, he shut the door and pushed your back against it. His lips pressed to yours in hungry, ravenous kisses. Those warm, gloved hands took hold of you by the back of your neck as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. A low growl left him, vibrating through you. The need was tangible. You could taste how much he craved you.

Yet, you pushed the starved demon back. Mephisto stared at you, breath ragged and eyes bewildered. “Again?”

You could hardly keep track of the number of times you had given Mephisto the slip over the last few weeks. If you had to take a guess, perhaps eight. Every time Mephisto tried to pull you into an empty classroom or the newspaper room when he knew no one would be there, you either refused to go with him or you pushed him away as quickly as he had gotten his hands and lips on you. It had grown frustrating. Just last month, you had five different secret rendezvouses throughout the campus – with no complaints, Mephisto would add. Not all of them ending in sex, but it was at least enough to satisfy his growing desire for you. Now, you scarcely let him kiss you before you provided a half-baked excuse as to why you needed to leave.

“I need to meet Solomon for –” you started with another excuse, trying to maneuver out of his grasp.

“No.” Mephisto boxed you in against the door, his arms planted firmly on either side of your body.

“Isn’t this a bit cliché: trapping me against the door?” You rolled your eyes at him.

“What’s up with you?” Mephisto huffed and inched closer to your face, searching your eyes for anything that would explain your sudden withdrawal.

The answer he was searching for was that this was, for the most part, a punishment of his own making. Three weeks ago, you overheard a conversation between Lucifer, Diavolo, Barbatos, and Mephisto. You didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but you had a report to drop off, and they were all chatting in the student council room when you heard your name leave Diavolo’s mouth.

“Are you friends with MC already, Mephistopheles?” Diavolo asked.

“I beg your pardon, My Lord?” Mephisto sounded like he had been caught off guard. You knew you shouldn’t have been listening from the hallway, but you were equal parts anxious, curious, and hoping not to embarrass anyone by showing up right as they were talking about you.

“You seem to have taken a liking to them, am I wrong?”

“I have to agree, Young Master,” Barbatos concurred. “I’ve spotted you two together on multiple occasions, Mephistopheles. Certainly, you must be on friendly terms by now.”

“Is that so?” Diavolo mused. “Have you noticed anything, Lucifer?”

“MC has not mentioned Mephisto once in my presence, although I have seen them together. Perhaps it’s one-sided, then.”

“I have absolutely no interest in that human!” Mephisto interjected – loud and adamant.

Your heart sank when those words left his mouth. Although you couldn’t fault him for trying to keep the details of your relationship a secret, there was something harsh and cruel about his denial. It was so extreme. He wouldn’t even say your name. He had reduced you down to “that human.”

“Oh?” Diavolo questioned him. “That’s a shame. I was hoping you would get along.”

“We aren’t enemies, My Lord!” Mephisto tried to course-correct. “We just aren’t that friendly, is all.”

You took a deep breath before entering the council room.

“Ah, MC! What brings you in?” Diavolo greeted you. At that, Mephisto turned to stare, his face flushed with shame and guilt.

“Are you suddenly worried about doing this in public? I’ve been careful to lock the doors. Or,” Mephisto paused self-consciously, “do you not want me anymore? Is that why you won’t touch me?”

“Is that really what you think?” You sighed and crossed your arms. You might as well be honest. “How would you react if someone asked how I felt about you, and I told them I had no interest in ‘that demon?’ That wouldn’t hurt you?”

Mephisto’s eyes widened. He had completely forgotten about that incident – after a few days of embarrassment that kept him up at night, of course. He was mortified by your sudden arrival at the time, as if your name alone could summon you, but he never imagined you had heard what he said – although seeing you had filled him with instant regret. Unfortunately, when that guilt and regret came rushing back, Mephisto became defensive. “What am I supposed to say? ‘Hey, Lucifer. That human you’re all so fond of, well, I like them too now. Hope you enjoy more competition for their affection.’”

“That sounds exactly like something you would say.”

“And when has competing with Lucifer ever worked out for me, hm?” Mephisto ran his hand through his hair. “So, what, I tell him I want you, so he sinks his fucking claws in and takes you away from me? He hates to lose.”

“Fuck you.” His explanation irritated you. You understood that he was insecure, especially when Lucifer was involved, but Mephisto owed you more trust than that. By now, you thought you had proved that your feelings were not as fickle as he assumed them to be.

“Excuse me?” Mephisto furrowed his brows, surprised at your annoyance.

“Fuck. You,” you repeated.

Mephisto scoffed. “Yeah, that’s what I’ve been trying to get you to do for weeks.”

“Then get undressed.” You looked him up and down. “Now.”

“Really?” Enthusiasm bubbled up to the surface, and a grin bloomed on Mephisto’s face.

Mephisto yanked his jacket off and threw it over a nearby desk. His gloves, tie, and shirt quickly followed. Even your irritation with him couldn’t diminish the excitement you felt when watching him strip. Your resolution to avoid him had left you frustrated and wanting, too. Still, your lust didn’t nullify your anger, either.

When Mephisto put his hand on the side of your neck and tried to pull you in for a kiss, you pushed back on his bare chest to stop him. He was about to question your continued rejection of his advances when you leaned in to bite his neck. A soft whimper escaped him. With one hand still on your neck, Mephisto used the other to try to remove your jacket. His already clumsy efforts came to a halt when you traced over the newly-formed mark with your tongue and squeezed his upper thigh in your hand, massaging small circles into his leg with your thumb. Mephisto let out a soft, pleased moan and tightened his grip on your clothes.

You chuckled, tickling his neck with your breath. Your hand slid further up until you were palming him through his pants. Mephisto gasped and let go of your neck only to bury his face into your shoulder.

“Mm, fuck. I forgot how good your touch feels,” Mephisto whispered shakily against your skin. His stomach flexed as pleasure rose in him.

You kissed from his neck, along his collarbone, and down his chest, leaving Mephisto’s flushed face exposed to the empty room. The hand that clung to your shirt let go to hold the back of your head as you peppered his chest with kisses and soft licks. When you finally focused your attention on one of his nipples, biting it gently before sucking and swirling your tongue around it, the combined pleasure and anticipation left Mephisto whining. His free hand shot up over his mouth to muffle the sound.

Mephisto had always made a decent attempt to keep the noise down when you fooled around in public, despite being so noisy in bed. He enjoyed the risk, but he was usually so careful. You gave him one more soft lick before you pulled back slightly to look up at him. The back of his hand was pressed firmly against his lips, and his eyes were half lidded – with his long lashes further obscuring his eyes as he stared at you in a lust-filled daze. A deep blush stained his cheeks and ears.

“Are you more sensitive than usual?” you teased, feeling a twitch beneath your palm.

“It’s been a while. I’m pent up.” Mephisto admitted sheepishly. He pulled his hand away from his face, revealing a slick spot of drool on his skin.

Straightening your back, you leaned close to whisper in his ear: “good.”

You rubbed over his bulge a few more times before finally undoing his pants, dropping them around his thighs, and taking his cock out. He was so hard and had already started leaking precum into his underwear. Mephisto shivered and gasped when you used his precum to lube up your hand and tease his tip. Within a few strokes, Mephisto had made enough of a mess that you could forgo alternate forms of lube.

Watching his face twist in pleasure while he bit his lip, trying to hold his moans back, you pumped Mephisto’s cock and coated his entire length with his own slick fluids. His breath grew shallow, and the moans began to escape in short, muffled whines like the initial cracks in a dam. Mephisto’s legs trembled under him, threatening to give out. You used your free hand to support his back, but it wasn’t quite enough.

“Sit on the desk behind you,” you demanded, letting go of his dick to place your hand firmly above his pelvis and push him back towards the edge of the desk.

“But it’s not mine,” he protested weakly. When had that ever stopped him before? Although, now that you thought about it, whenever you fucked in the newspaper room, it was usually up against a wall when his body could handle it, or at his own desk. It was almost cute that he respected other members of the newspaper club enough to try not to make a mess on their desks.

“Do it anyway,” you whispered in his ear. “Or would you rather hold onto your cane instead of me?”

You could have supported him more, or dragged him over to his desk, but you wanted to push him – test his desperation. You removed your hand from his back just long enough to carefully sweep any papers and obstructions to the side so Mephisto could sit comfortably. He shook his head and sat up on the desk with a soft thud.

“Good boy,” you cooed and continued to stroke him. Mephisto moaned and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you even closer. He unraveled just as quickly as before. Restrained whimpers echoed in your ear.

“I’m so close,” he panted. You slid your hand off him, earning an immediate whine. “W-wait. Why did you stop?”

“Why did you assume Lucifer could just take me away from you?” you questioned him. Your hand slid along his length, in slow, teasing movements. Mephisto throbbed at your touch.

“I, ah –!” You cut him off by sinking your teeth into his neck, causing him to writhe and arch his back. His yelp gave way to a guttural growl. “Fuck.”

“Well?” You licked over the bite mark.

“He’s just – he does that.”

“Mephisto,” you purred into his ear and gently scratched your nails down his chest. “Don’t I have any say in what happens?”

Once again, you started to tease Mephisto, stroking him at an achingly slow pace. Mephisto begged, “Faster. . . please?”

“Answer me.”

“I didn’t mean it that way.” Mephisto rolled his head back and groaned with no regard for anyone who could be walking nearby.

“Didn’t mean what?” You milked him for a proper answer.

“That your feelings don’t matter,” he admitted. You rewarded his acknowledgement by rubbing him faster. “Mm, yes. Please. Like that, don’t stop.”

“Then why’d you say it?” You slowed your pace down again, earning a whimper. Mephisto bucked his hips up to meet your hand, desperate for more.

“I –” he whined, still humping against your hand. “I’m afraid.”

The confession took you by surprise. When you pulled away, you noticed frustrated tears running down Mephisto’s cheek. His panting was labored and shaky. He was distraught. Using both of your hands, you firmly pressed his thighs into the desk.

“Of what?” you asked, watching the residual pleasure on his face give way to shame.

“I can’t. . .”

“Tell me.” You let go of one of his thighs to slowly rub his tip again. A sharp inhale preceded another muffled moan. He wasn’t trying to hold back his moan this time, though; Mephisto was trying to keep the answer bottled up in his chest. The glint of concern in your eyes and the continued stimulation was forcing him open.

“I don’t know why you want me. I don’t understand you. If I just – ahh, I’m gonna –” Mephisto interrupted his confession to warn you, lolling his head back and moaning. You stopped touching him again. Although he had expected it, Mephisto still groaned at yet another ruined orgasm.

“Finish what you were saying first.”

“If I – if I convince myself that it’s out of your control, then I won’t feel so bad when you decide to leave me – or stop having sex with me or don’t want to be around me anymore.”

You felt bad for him – not because it was stupid or pathetic to be worried about, but because it made sense. It was one thing to lose your partner because some bastard had the power and charm to steal people away. It was decidedly worse to know they left you because they just didn’t want you enough anymore. For the first time in weeks, you brought your lips to Mephisto’s and kissed him deeply until he was breathless. All the while, you thumbed his tip, teasing him just enough to keep him at the edge. Suddenly, you pulled away from him.

“Finish yourself off.” You kissed his cheek. “Or don’t.”

“Why?” Mephisto protested. “I told you the truth.”

“You told me that you think I’ll stop wanting you. So let me tell you something, too.” You leaned in, nearly pressing your lips to the side of his neck. “I want you so much. I can barely contain myself. I want you right now. I’ll want you tomorrow. I’ll want you for the foreseeable future. Can you trust in that much for now?”

“If you want me, then why won’t you finish me off?” It was humiliating for Mephisto, being so afraid to lose you, desperate, and hard all at once.

“I can want you without touching you. Actually, I changed my mind.” You walked over to Mephisto’s desk and pulled out the pack of wet wipes that you knew he kept in his bottom drawer. You wiped your hands off – still sticky with precum – and grabbed a few more wipes for Mephisto before returning to his side and handing them to him. “Don’t touch yourself. Stay like that – all hard and needy and desperate – for the rest of the day. I’ll walk you home later.”

A smile snuck up on Mephisto’s face, understanding your proposition. He agreed, “Okay, I’ll wait. But could you stay with me while I calm down?”

Confused, you studied his face. He was flustered and his eyes were damp with tears. Even his hair was a mess. “Why? I’m not going to change my mind and help you finish.”

“I know,” Mephisto chuckled. “I just want you to stay by my side for a little while. Is that okay?”

“Of course it is.” You kissed his cheek, wiping away the salt residue from his tears, leaving an interrupted fossil of a stream. You took one of the spare wipes from his hand and brushed it over his cheek. “And Mephisto? I’m really sorry that I made you think I didn’t want you. I avoided you because I was upset, and I wasn’t ready to talk about it – I didn’t know how the conversation would go, and I was worried it would only hurt. I should have said something, even if it was just that I was hurt and not ready to talk to you. I’ll try to do better next time. Is that okay?”

“It’s fine. You know, you play therapist too much for those brothers.” Mephisto laughed and nuzzled into your neck. He made no moves to get cleaned up and dressed yet, but he found the energy to tease you. “Please tell me orgasm denial and edging aren’t a part of your regular conflict resolution process.”

“You’re so cute,” you teased back, only exacerbating his blush and making his cock twitch. Dammit. He was so tempting, and he wasn’t even trying. You sighed, recommitting to wait until you got him home. With a gentle touch, you fixed his hair for him.

“Thank you, MC.” Mephisto grinned shyly. He still hadn’t calmed down completely, though.

As if you intended to test your resolve, you gave him another sweet, tender kiss. “You can thank me later.”

(November poll story pt. 1 - Lucifer version)

A/N: To be honest, I don't really know how I feel about this one. Hmm, but at least I can get back to requests after this, woo~ Don't forget that December's post poll is up and active for the first week of the month. While I do have opinions and preference, whatever happens is up to y'all. I never vote or look at the results until it's over, so I just wait around, hoping to be pleasantly surprised. As I've mentioned, this blog turns one later this month, so I'll do a post about that in a few days, so please look forward to it.

#moss poll fic #mephistopheles #gn!mc #spice tier #Why do I want to ruin Mephisto in public so badly? Something about him just says please mess me up and let half the Devildom hear me moan #This blog has made my affection for him worse. Thanks #obey me #obey me mephistopheles #mephistopheles smut #mephistopheles x reader #obey me mephisto #obey me smut

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princessasmosprincess · 8 months

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The Same Page

In the universe of Mermaid Splash

Summary: When your book falls into the sea, you come face to face with the fascinating merman who retrieves it.

Pairing: Satan x GN Reader/MC

Genre: Fluff.

Warnings: None.

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Author's Note: While this work makes a few references to Mermaid Splash, you don't have to have read that one to understand it.

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It felt so rude to stare, but Satan had never seen anyone’s attention so rapt before. Then again, it wasn't as if Satan had even met other merpeople who were avid readers, other than a few of his brothers.

It was nice to observe a human taking advantage of the privilege of reading.

Satan envied humans for their access to books, he could only get the ones claimed by the waves in shipwrecks. What he wouldn’t give to be able to visit a library, just once, like the ones he’d read about.

Many of the humans he had encountered were foolish sailors who placed more value on riches rather than knowledge. So when they succumbed to the song of Satan and his brothers, he didn't care one bit if their lives were lost to the unforgiving depths.

But you seemed different.

You stretched and crossed one leg over the other on the rail of the ship where you had perched yourself as you read, completely oblivious to the revelry on deck.

He was fascinated with the line of your muscles, the way they were able to keep you rooted in such a precarious location despite gravity, wind, and the bobbing of the ship fighting against you. It looked like it could be a comfortable position for reading, but Satan really couldn't say himself. His lower half was different from yours and he didn't have the same capabilities. Not to mention he was rarely, if ever, totally out of the water.

You turned on your side, facing the water, your legs still crossed at the ankle, the shape not unlike a merperson's tail. You gave a blissful sigh as you turned another page, leaning lazily on one arm.

Beautiful.

He could watch you read for hours. There was something so lovely in the way your gaze skimmed the page, the little expressions you made when you read something you liked. He saw you mouth a word you seemed to be unfamiliar with a few times until it felt comfortable on your lips, giving a satisfied smile as you pronounced it once more and then moved on to the next sentence.

Satan’s heart clenched. He did that too (or he used to, he’d already read the books in his collection several times through). It was comforting to know that humans and merpeople weren't all that different, even in little quirks like that. And maybe that meant he had a chance for happiness with his partner.

Asmo deserved that, at least, for all he had gone through.

A breeze picked up and the ship bobbed against the building current. You reached down to brace yourself against the rail, but in doing so you lost hold of your book and it plummeted into the sea.

“No, no, no!” You cried, hopping back onto deck.

“Lost another book over the side?” Someone called after you.

“Not this time!” Your voice faded away as you ran down into the ship.

You couldn't bear to lose another book, this was the seventh one yet and you didn't have the money to replace it. The story was really getting good, too. If you ran fast enough, maybe you could catch it before it sank under the waves.

You threw open the large porthole on the lower deck around where your book had dropped. The book had already begun to drift away but thankfully it still floated on the surface of the water.

Silently cursing yourself for not thinking to grab a net on your way there, you rolled up your sleeves and reached out to try to grab it.

It was too far away.

You looked around the room for something you could use to retrieve it, but there was nothing but tangles of old rope and empty wooden crates.

Now there was an idea…

You dragged a crate up to the wall under the porthole and stepped up onto it. You pushed your shoulders out of the porthole and stretched as far as you could, the green sea churning just a few feet below you, with only one hand as your anchor to the ship. You probably should have made use of the rope, but you had no time for regret.

“Almost…” You could feel your fingers slipping against the edge of the windowsill, but you needed to retrieve your book. Now.

You stretched as far as you could but the book was still too far away. Your fingertips didn't even brush the cover.

Ripples lapped at the pages, and it almost felt as if the sea was taunting you for your loss, keeping the book just out of your reach.

And in one fell swoop it was swallowed by a wave.

“No!” You sagged against the porthole, disappointed and near tears. Your poor book was lost to the sea.

“You should be more careful,” said a gentle voice.

“I know!” You sniffed, burying your face in your folded arms that leaned over the windowsill. “I just couldn't help it. The breeze felt so nice tonight, and sunset is the perfect time for reading.” The crew would never let you live this one down. Mephisto had already lectured you about making “frivolous” purchases, now he had a reason to tear into you about carelessness.

“You’re lucky I was here,” They pressed the book into your hands, prompting you to look up from your wallowing.

You blinked a few times to clear your vision, “Thank y–” It took you a moment to register what you were seeing.

A handsome man, wearing nothing but a single string of pearls, with golden hair and eyes the color of the ocean, floated in the water next to the ship, his emerald green tail swishing behind him.

You screamed.

Of course Satan had to come to your rescue. It was only right as a fellow bibliophile, although now he was starting to regret that decision.

“Please stop,” He tucked his tail underneath himself and treaded water.

You clutched the sopping wet book in your hands, dripping seawater onto the deck as you began loudly rambling something about not getting enough sleep or reading too many fairytales.

Satan needed to calm you before someone else came to find out what was going on. It would do him no good to have the entire ship, likely stocked with tools meant to catch and maim sea creatures, to be up in arms. How embarrassing would it be for a Prince of the Sea to be killed over a book?

“You know, that book of yours is salvageable.” He said, hoping to distract you from your panicking.

You hugged the book against your chest, “It- it is?” You stammered.

“Stand it on its end and fan out the pages and leave it by an open window, don’t touch it until you’re sure it’s dry. It might take a few days.”

You looked from him to the book and then back to him, “How do you know that?”

He gave a patronizing smile. “I take it you're finished?”

You inhaled a deep, shaking breath. Your eyes were still wide in shock, but at least you weren't screaming anymore.

You nodded, your cheeks growing warm. “I’m sorry. I just. I’ve never seen a merperson before. I didn't even think they were real.”

“Oh, I can assure you, we’re very real.” He snapped his tail up behind him.

You gasped. What a cute reaction.

“Um…” You said, trying to regain your composure, “Thank you for saving my book.”

You cradled it in your arms as if it was your most prized possession, and Satan thought he would melt into seafoam on the spot.

“Yes, well,” He looked away, blush blooming on his cheeks. You were even more lovely up close. “I might have kept it for myself if I didn’t already have the same book in my collection.”

“You collect– do you keep them under the sea?” You asked, cocking your head adorably.

“Of course not,” he chuckled, “I keep them in a cave, safe from the elements.”

“Oh, naturally,” you quipped, a playful twinkle in your eye.

So you weren't just pretty to look at, but clever too. He liked that. Really liked that.

“How else would I know the proper way to dry and preserve books? Waterlogged paper doesn’t make for good reading.” He said.

“No it doesn’t…” You looked down sheepishly at the damp leather and soaked pages.

“But if you heed my advice you won’t have that issue. Just don’t leave it too close to the open window.” He teased.

“I won’t, I promise.”

You seemed to study him with such probing, bright eyes. As if trying to figure out exactly how he worked, which Satan realized with a pang was exactly how he had watched you earlier. The thought made him feel almost giddy, it was as if the two of you were on the same page.

Satan swam up a little closer to you, languidly sweeping his tail out behind him so you could get a good look at his fins, his scales glittering in the low light of sunset. “So, which one were you reading?” He asked.

“Huh?” You blinked, distracted by his physique.

“Which story?” The book you had almost lost was a volume of Greek myths, one Satan had read so many times he nearly had it memorized. It seemed you had good taste in literature as well.

“Oh, I was reading the story of Orpheus and Eurydice,” you grinned. “Orpheus was just about to begin his journey out of the underworld when I dropped my book. Thanks to you, I get to read how it ends.” You appeared to be very excited.

“I see…” Satan frowned.

“What is it? Do you not like that story?”

You seemed to want his approval. Did that mean you sensed a connection the way he did? Satan could only hope.

“No, on the contrary, I love it, it’s one of my favorites. It’s just…” His expression was cryptic, “I’d recommend reading Eros and Psyche next.” Satan turned to leave, he could hear your fellow crew members calling for you up on deck.

“Why that one next?” You wanted him to stay, to prolong the time so you could learn more about this handsome merman you'd been fortunate enough to cross paths with. If only Mephisto hadn't chosen that moment to start bellowing.

“Just trust me.” He flashed a smile that almost made you swoon, “Next time you’ll have to tell me what you think.”

“Next time?” Your heart was practically beating out of your chest. “Does that mean I’ll see you again?”

“Perhaps…” He gave a wink over his shoulder before diving into the sea, his beautiful tail flicking up over the water before disappearing beneath the waves.

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Cross-posted on AO3

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kpop-otome-yandere-here · 1 year

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Mephisto: *after meeting Mc for the first time* I have one rule: don’t touch me.

Mc: *immediately grabs Mephisto’s hand and holds it*

Mephisto: …

Mephisto: I have no rules-

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kiame-sama · 9 months

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Mephisto x frail darling?

- You are frail and you know it. You mainly know how frail you are because Mephisto will not let you forget or do anything without him. Humans are already so incredibly fragile even when they are the strongest among them, so Mephisto will be very aware of your fragility. As a demon king, he will do what he can to keep you protected and shielded from any/all danger that you may encounter.

- Mephisto insists on being with you and helping you whenever he can because he hates the idea of anything happening to you while he is too far away to help. It doesn't matter if he needs to be in his Scottish terrier form and follow you all day, you are worth it to him. Good luck getting away from him with how intent he is on keeping you safe.

- You can expect and enjoy the gentle way he will treat you whenever he touches you, even just a hand on the shoulder to share his affection with you. He does know how to be gentle with humans and he will be extra gentle with you. Expect evenings cuddling with the demon king and the protective way he will hold you up against his chest.

#kiame-sama #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #reader insert #tw yandere #yandere mephisto #yandere blue exorcist #yandere Mephisto pheles #yandere demon #gn reader

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thebellearchives · 9 months

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hihi can i request fluff prompt 22 with mephisto??

𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐂𝐄

~ mephistopheles ; obey me

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : Mephisto is a man who’s not easy to decipher, how many times do you have to break the ice for him to warm up to you?

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : gn!mc, fluff, a tiny little spoiler from the OG last season?

‧₊˚ a / n : omg i’m so happy i got a Mephisto req, i’m forever unfortunately in love with him 🖤 enjoy ~ (this one isn’t proofread either jsjd sorry)

Being part of the student council was draining to say the least, there was always something to do. Most of the chores related to dealing face to face with the students were usually given to Beel or Satan, but when it came to paperwork and similar tasks? Those were reserved for Lucifer, Diavolo and you. It was Friday afternoon, and the Newspaper club windows had been closed for a while. Still, the chill of the wind from outside somehow found it’s way into the room, it almost felt like someone had left the A/C on. And to be fair, you weren’t sure if the cold was due to the weather or it was just Mephistopheles’ presence next to you.

You had definitely talked to him a couple of times before, you had even shared some drinks with him at a party once, but he was such a complicated man. It just felt like no matter how many times you broke the ice with him it would just come back the next time your eyes met. You started shivering slightly, shifting in between newspaper pages and trying to use the silence in favour of your concentration. You weren’t successful, specially when you felt Mephisto’s eyes drilling into your frame from the side.

“Are you cold?” he scoffed.

“No”.

Silence. Your eyes scanned words as fast as you could, knowing you weren’t actually reading any of the words. He groaned loudly, you could almost see him rolling his eyes from the sound alone.

“This is completely unnecessary, I told Lord Diavolo I could do this on my own. Quite frankly it’s not like I need a human’s help” he desperately moved away the papers and grabbed new ones, never losing that classic prideful tone in his voice.

“Trust me, if I could I wouldn’t be here on a Friday afternoon” you mumbled in annoyance “specially not with this weather.”

“What was that?” his voice almost perked up, probably ready to jump into a five hour rant about how you couldn’t handle the cold.

“Nothing. I'm only here because you got demoted from your Leader position at the Newspaper Club.”

He scoffed once again.

“I don’t regret anything.”

“Really?” raising an eyebrow, you turned to him “you’re so into journalism I imagined getting demoted felt like a punch in the guts. Specially since it was Lucifer himself the one who downgraded you.”

“Well, I’m still here aren’t I?” his gloved hands made sure to fix the stack of papers neatly “that arrogant prick’s gonna need more than Lord Diavolo’s favour to get rid of me.”

You smiled, watching his almost glowy green eyes examine files thoroughly. There was something about Mephisto’s haughty perseverance that somehow seemed captivating to you. You watched as his fingers elegantly reordered the newspapers, he fixed a magenta hair strand away from his eyes before looking back to you.

“What are you all smiley for?”

You shrugged, smiling wider.

“Those stickers you made are awesome”

The compliment made him smile too. Smirking, he turned back to his papers.

“Of course they are. Every time I see people at RAD using them I know it was worth it. I just know it grays Lucifer’s hair each time someone sends that sticker.”

“Lucifer looks so happy riding that adorable unicorn” a hearty laugh left your lips, Mephisto started chuckling too, you went back to your papers as well.

“I specially like the unbothered expression in the unicorn’s face”

You snorted, both of you shaking in contained laughter. You sighed and switched the files, another shiver running down your neck and causing goosebumps on your skin.

Mephisto’s curious eyes studied you for a second, before grabbing your stack of papers and moving them over next to his.

“Hey!”

“You’re cold, come here” for someone so elegant, the way he dragged you closer to him had zero class. But when he placed an arm around you and rubbed your shoulder to warm you up you just couldn’t complain.

Blushing, you smiled and brought your papers closer to the table’s edge.

“Thank you”

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kitsune-oji · 5 months

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Mission Accomplished

Another fic I had in my notes and thought I'd repost! Can't remember what I called it the first time around so it got a new title

Mephisto & Regressed!Mc (they/you)

Word count: 1'699

Warnings/Tags: positive Age Regression, regressor Mc, involuntary regression in public spaces, fluff, Mephisto is a bit tsundere?, Diavolo & co know about Mc's regression

You yawned, trying to be discreet about it while you continued watching your teacher talk. Really, you should be paying attention but you found that to be harder with every moment passing.

If only you weren't so tired and so incredibly comfortable at RAD. By now, the school, no, academy had basically become a second home to you. But it was also filled with so many stressors.

Of course, the at the House of Lamentation you had to fight for time alone as well and the constant attention and fights from the brothers stressed you out but at least you knew them and got comfortable with them. Here, there were so many people you didn't really know, a good portion being demons who didn't particularly like you either, just for being human.

Then there was the need to cram information into your head lesson after lesson, group projects, tests, presentations-

It was really no wonder you sometimes couldn't keep yourself from regressing on campus. Fortunately, the brothers knew about your age regression and always kept an eye out for you. If you did end up going tiny, there was usually always someone there to take care of you, to excuse you from the lesson and take you elsewhere. Somewhere you could stay and play until you slipped out of your headspace again.

It was sort of embarrassing that there was a corner for you to play in Diavolo's Office but oh well, it was nice having them all support and care for you so much.

That was, usually. Right now, there was nobody around you for once. A rare occurrence but possible nonetheless.

It wasn't like you couldn't navigate and survive the RAD hallways on your own but when you felt yourself gently slipping into your headspace, a low simmering panic gripped you. Desperately, you tried to stay big, blinking rapidly and shaking your head but it was of no help.

It was one of those times when you couldn't control it at all. Had something triggered it? You didn't notice anything that could have but sometimes you don't understand why your brain reacts the way it does.

Anyway, you had to figure out what to do. There were lots of other students in the halls, you were undercover now, they couldn't know you're actually tiny. Your mission was to get somewhere safe without anyone finding out you're not big right now.

Alright, you nodded your head sharply only once, determined to succeed.

It was strange walking like this, so tall, your limbs feeling kind of lanky and clumsy in their movements. You tried to take control of them as best you could but a part of you was worried you looked weird in the way you walked. Did you look like a robot? Maybe, maybe not.

Your lips pursed but then you noticed and quickly tried to stop, pressing them together instead. Subtly, you looked around, seeing a door that wasn't like the others. It looked kind of similar to the one heading into Dia's office and with a spring in your step, you quickly walked over to it, happy to find it opening easily.

In one swift movement, you walked in confidently and closed the door, stopping in your tracks while looking at it. Mission accomplished!

Your facade fell like a heavy cloak from your shoulders, a big grin stretching your lips and a giggle as clear as the sound of bells ringing out. You did it! You really did it!

Euphoric, you turned around, just to see another wall in front of you. No, not a wall, a chest.

Slowly, your gaze wandered up to the face of the person standing in front of you. Tan skin, purple hair, looking a bit haughty... You've seen him a few times before. Mephio-hm mephispophe- no, whatever, Mephi.

He looked a bit scary standing so close and looking down at you in what you guessed was disapproval? Sometimes you guessed expressions wrong but you thought you were probably right this time.

Your hands clasped behind your back, you rocked on the palms of your feet, pressing them together just like your lips again. Should you say something?

"What are you doing in here? Do you know how rude it is to just barge in without even knocking?"

Ah, right. You didn't think anyone was in here but Lucifer did say knocking is important.

"'m sorry..", you mumbled, trying to rub your feet together. It proved a bit difficult with your shoes in the way.

Since you were looking to the side, you couldn't see the frown on Mephisto's face deepen. He was sure you were behaving strangely, the few times he had seen or even interacted with you, you hadn't behaved like a child but now..

"Never mind that now, what are you doing here?"

Mephisto sighed and relaxed slightly. There was no reason to stay mad at something he couldn't change right now. Rather, there were much more pressing matters, such as your behavior and sudden appearance in the RAD newspaper office. You should be glad he was the only one here right now.

"A mission!", you exclaimed much to the demon's surprise, "Gotta get away from people outside cuz they can't know I'm-"

Gasping, you clasped your hands in front of your mouth as your eyes widened. You had almost just told on yourself! The mission wasn't successful at all! He had seen you when you weren't acting big!

But why was that bad again? Mephisto didn't seem dangerous or angry or put off by you, so it should be ok, right?

While you were thinking, he watched your facial expressions change with your thoughts. You really had no filter when you were regressed, it seemed.

Yet Mephisto didn't know the reason for your strange behavior and only watched on in curiosity. The more he saw, the more he was sure that you acted like a child.

Unrestrained, honest, pure. The demon had to admit it was kind of cute, no matter how strange the situation was.

"Can't know what?", he asked after a while, eyes following your hands as they lowered and you fiddled with your fingers, unconsciously pulling at your skin.

Without thinking about it, Mephisto took your hands in his and stopped you from further pulling on your skin, his tone reprimanding when he told you to stop it before you accidently hurt yourself. But apparently he sounded too mean because the next thing he knew, your bottom lips started wobbling and tears gathered in your eyes as your shoulders started to shake.

Eyes wide, the demon let go of your hands and apologised, ushering you further into the room and to one of the couches, asking if he could touch you to soothe you. He had meant to maybe rub your back but instead you sobbed and threw your arms around him in response.

A bit overwhelmed, Mephisto shushed you and rubbed your back until you calmed down, handing you a tissue when you finally let go of him. Though it was surprising, he couldn't really say that he minded.

Was that how he found himself walking with you towards Lord Diavolo's office? You held his hand and walked funnily, making strange sounds the whole way there.

He had asked you if you wanted to go somewhere else, since he had no idea what to do with you right now and thought he heard wrongly at first.

"T' Dia!", you had said, throwing Mephisto off completely.

"You mean Lord Diavolo?"

"Yea, Dia!"

Your open palms flew through the air in your excitement. Since going to him meant play time, of course you wanted to go there, surely Mephi must know that, right?

But of course he didn't know, how could he? Still, Mephisto agreed to accompany you to the prince's office on school grounds.

Part of him was glad that class was currently in session and nobody but the two of them roamed the halls. Hell forbid someone saw him with the human exchange student, while they were acting strangely at that.

Though no matter what Mephisto thought, he started treating you as you were acting. Like a child.

There wasn't much thought behind it, it was almost instinctual in the way he made sure you didn't trip and held your hand without complaint. Perhaps this was the the effects of a curse? That was the only reasonable explanation he could come up with.

Until you arrived at Diavolo's office and you let go of his hand to run up to the future demon King with no warning. Instead of confusion however, Diavolo responded with laughter as he quickly stood up to catch you in his arms and spin you around to lessen the impact of your tackle hug.

To him, it was clear that you were regressed. After the many times he had looked after you, it was no surprise. But Mephisto only seemed more confused than before.

For now, Diavolo ignored his questions and set up the play mat and toys with a flick of his wrist. They flew from the cabinets and found their places neatly, only to be disturbed by your hands the moments Diavolo gently set you down.

Normally, he would have let you explain it yourself but Mephisto wouldn't leave until he understood what was happening and since he had already seen you like this anyway..

After the short but precise explanation Diavolo gave him, Mephisto looked back at you.

He watched the way you looked entertained by stacking smooth wooden blocks on top of each other, trying to make the tallest tower but failing again and again. Sometimes, you even destroyed it yourself, sounds of delight leaving you as you clapped your hands.

Not a curse then, just the wonders of the human brain.

Thinking about it, he wouldn't mind taking care of you again, though vehemently denied it when Diavolo asked. Judging by his laugh however, Mephisto hadn't fooled him at all.

Still, if you came to the Rad newspaper club again while in this state of mind, Mephisto would be sure to help you out.

Just because Diavolo would want him to, of course- !

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luxthestrange · 7 months

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Incorrect quotes#905 DENIAL IS A RIVER IN EGYPT

LilD2*Holding A Mic with a LilD camera crew interviewing others* If you could kiss anyone in RAD, Who would it be??

Mephisto: Our Ruler Diavolo!

LilD2:He dont count, You do that anyway-

Mephisto: Mc-I MEAN MMM I SEE NOT MC!!!

#obey me #obey me!#obey me mc #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me x gn!mc #obey me x gn!reader #obey me! mc #obey me mephistopheles #mephistopheles x reader #mephisto x reader #mephistopheles x mc #obey me nightbringer #obey me incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

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another-lost-mc · 11 months

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prompt: unexpected gifts

an unexpected gift catches mephistopheles off-guard and he decides to return the favour—out of politeness, of course.

pairing: mephistopheles x gn!reader

content: sfw. fluff & developing relationship.

word count: 0.4k

"What is this?" Mephisto asks, blinking at you in surprise.

You nudge the white box on the desk closer to him. "I saw this at Madam Scream's and thought of you."

His mouth drops open slightly as he stares at you, and your cheeks blaze with heat as embarrassment rolls through you and you launch into an explanation you hope is coherent. "I mean, I walked past the shop this morning and they were selling limited-edition Demonus-infused cupcakes. I guess it's in the cake and the buttercream? And you like Demonus, so I thought...you know..."

He's staring at you like you've grown two heads. You're hot all of a sudden like you're about to sweat through your RAD uniform, and your right leg is bouncing nervously, and that's your cue it's time to leave. "Sorry, if you don't want it, just—I don't know, give it to Beel, or throw it away. Okay, um, bye?"

You rush from the room before he can utter a word.

The last demon you ever wanted to see is standing outside your final class of the day, but of course he's not going to let you slip away that easily. He touches your shoulder when you try to rush past him, and you both step aside so your classmates don't trample you.

You give up trying to be brave or put-together and stare at the floor. He sighs loudly—dramatically—and lifts your chin up with a gloved finger. You're certain he can hear you gulp nervously, and you're not sure what you're expecting to see, but his expression is—well, it's not the sour-faced look he used to wear when you first met him.

"I ate the cupcake you gave me this morning," he mentions casually.

You didn't honestly think he would and you bite your lip nervously. "Oh. You did?" Your voice sounds a little shaky, but there's something encouraging about the way his lips are ticked up in a small smile. "How was it?"

Delicious, he thinks. "It was better than I expected," he admits, and it's not a lie. "I understand you don't like the taste of Demonus—" you nod, confirming what he's heard, "—but I would like to repay your thoughtfulness. If you'd like to accompany to the bakery, you can pick out something you like."

I don't know what you like, or else I would surprise you with a box of your favourite treats tomorrow remains unsaid, even though he thought about it most of the day.

The anxiety bubbling in your chest all day slowly fades into something lighter, more hopeful, and you only hesitate for a moment when he offers you his arm.

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totalbrainr0t777 · 2 months

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So, let's assume the cram school kids are of legal age:

How would Mephisto, Shiro, and Lucifer react to reader (who would be about Rin's age) confessing their feelings to them?

that's an interesting concept! I don't think I can actually write for lucifer (really sorry :c) but I can write you Mephisto and Shiro! Hopefully these are good enough for you!

Shiro Fujimoto (WC:278 )

You'd had a crush on Shiro for a while. Like your face would burn crimson at the mention of his name, seeing him would just make your heart pound like a circus drum. All you had to do was talk to him. But when? During class? No fucking way, everyone would hear and laugh, no chance. After class? Well maybe, but people would still be around, you know? You choose to speak to him at the end of the day, at the fountain outside the true cross dorms. He had no idea why you wanted him there, to your knowledge anyway. After dressing up your best, freshening yourself up, you skipped toward the fountain. The dusk sunset peaked through the trees, this was it. He was there, his rugged charm even more prominent in the dimmer sunlight. "Did you want to see me, Y/N?" He questioned. Before he even got a chance to take a breath, your confession came out like a huge blubbering mess of word vomit and apologies for wasting his time. After you'd taken a second to regain your composure, he'd spoke up. "Is that it?" Your heart had shattered for a moment. Was that all he had to say? "Well, you're cute, intelligent, sure, why not?" You could tell immediately he was being sarcastic but still, you asked. "Seriously?". Waiting those 10 seconds felt like a millennium. "Seriously. I was gonna ask you the same thing anyway, this just makes it easier for me, don't it?" The shit eating grin on his face spread from ear to ear. You both walked toward your dorm room together, and spoke all night. Well. You did.

Mephisto Pheles (WC:319)

Mephisto was a douche bag to say the least. He got everything he wanted, he was rude (to people who weren't you of course). You had no idea why you were attracted to this asshole. Yet you did. At every hint he made to you two getting together, that you never took seriously, you just rolled your eyes and spat out a "Shut up Pheles". Of course you longed for his touch, for you to be his entire world. But that was so not gonna happen. I mean why would it? He had these vibrant purple locks that fell perfectly without trying, eyes shap as needles, playful fangs and a satirical smirk constantly on his face. You were just..you. That didn't stop you plucking up the courage to do what you were about to do. Pheles had made yet another joke about you both going on a date, but instead of brushing him off, you looked him dead in the eye and asked him where and when. That caught him off guard. That was the only time he'd ever stopped fucking smiling. And you revelled in it, you made him actually speechless. And bright vermillion. Like a tomato. After processing what you'd just said, he stepped toward you curiously. Like a kitten toward a new friend. He had a giddy grin on his face. "Was that a joke?" So you replied, informing him you were only joking, as long as he was. This prompted him to tell you that he wanted to see you after school, so he could prove he wasn't kidding. You hadn't expected him to actually want you, but that definitely didn't deter you from going to see him, to find out what he meant. He handed you a bouquet of flowers, a small card (with his email) and a cheeky smile. You wondered how it'd go, dating him, all the way back to your dorm.

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pomstr4wberr · 10 months

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✦. ⊹ ˚ .꒰୧ ‧₊˚ 🍫 { HORSES ?!♡ ⌎ ˊᗜˋ ✦. ⊹

˚ .꒰୧ ‧₊˚ 🩹 Mephistopheles (Mephisto) x gn reader ✦. ⊹

‧₊˚ 💓 ꒰ GN reader - they/them . ꒱ᗜˋ୧ ‧₊

˚ ✨️ ꒰ fluff ꒱♡ ⌎ ˊᗜˋ

•☆ .* { NOTE: I never went horse riding in my life . }°

THE PURPLE haired demon was quite hard to be friends with, Mephisto would call you human, but it seems in a derogatory way. You knew that he liked demonous but probably not cheap ones just like the black haired demon.

You knew that he liked horse riding. That must be easy to do. I mean, riding horses can't be that hard, right? It shouldn't be hard enough for him to call you more derogatory names, right?

He was confused at first, wondering why a human would ask him to go horse riding. He grew suspicious but agreed. You were happy. Maybe if you played your horse riding cards right, he wouldn't be mad!

You couldn't possibly mess up and embarrass yourself, and then he makes news about you saying how bad you are! Then after everyone laughs at you no nope! That couldn't possibly happen right?

You got dressed up wearing an outfit that matched. He introduced some horses he had already picked his horse, and it was beautiful. All the horses were beautiful. You wondered if one of them got more speed or less than another horse.

Looking at each horse, you felt as one chose you, so you picked the horse. The horse was beautiful, maybe more beautiful than his horse!

You tried getting on the horse, but it was hard. He got up on his horse fast like a pro, He coughed as he watched you, and it made you feel awkward and nervous.

Imagine if you feel in mud even though there was no mud around you guys, it would be so embarrassing.

You tried lifting up your leg onto the horse, but the horse moved, and you almost tripped. You could feel his stare boring into you, your clothes feel tight, and you feel more awkward than ever in your life!

You could hear his footprints, and it felt like a horror movie, a horror move that needed you to go on the horse then sprint away.

He grabbed your hands and pulled you away from the horse. His one hand grabbed your hip, and he bent down, lifting you up in the air. Holding your waist and your legs.

"Grab onto the horse, and lift your leg up"

You grab the horse thing you couldn't remember the name of because how shy you were. You lifted up your one leg over the horse onto the other side.

He went closer to the horse's body, lifting you up his hand position made you flush.

He guided your hands on where it should be put, guiding you how to ride a horse maybe it wasn't so bad.

Maybe you were just overreacting. Maybe you can be his friend or maybe something more?

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omg i love your work!! if posisble, can you do a part 2 to touching their wings and stuff with the dateables or maybe other characters? thank you and take care :D

touching their tails/horns/etc. pt 2

includes: diavolo, barbatos, simeon, mephisto, raphael x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .5k | rated t | m.list | pt 1

a/n: i took a lot of creative liberties with this one, either because their forms haven't been revealed or just because i wanted to so just assume most of this is not canon at all lol

please reblog and like <33

➳ diavolo laughs as you poke at the gilded ends of his wings, taking in the intricate design. “it’s real gold,” he says before you can ask, gesturing to the tips of his horns, “as are these. it’s a birth present to children of our family, laced with magic that let’s it grow and change along with is. it’s a symbol of our wealth, our status.” you reach up to touch his horns, and he leans into your touch, happy to let you explore as you wish. “sometimes i think they’re a bit much, and then i remember who i am,” he continues, and you chuckle, making him laugh again too.

➳ barbatos’ tail twitches as you run your hand along it, obviously surprised by the texture. “that feels good,” he says mildly, and you give him a grin, twisting the end of each forked part between your fingers gently. if it keeps you occupied he’s happy to let you play with his tail for as long as you want. only because of that, obviously. not because he can’t remember the last time, if ever, someone’s touched him like this. or because your touch is soothing something inside of him he hadn’t known needed soothed.

➳ mephisto bows his head for you, letting you feel over the nubs where his horns should have been. “they never grew in quite properly,” he explains, sighing as you scratch gently at his scalp around them, “which is why i don’t often reveal my demon form. it’s a bit embarrassing, isn’t it? of course, my parents offered to have false horns inset, and lord diavolo knows we had the money for it, but, well, that just sounded like a bother.” you press your fingers to hs head, eyes steady, and he’s glad to see you’re not thinking of him any differently.

➳ raphael unfurls his wings, and you catch your breath. he’s often been told that his wings are beautiful, richly colored like a peacock’s, and your reaction goes on to support that opinion. “you can touch, if you’d like,” he offers, and you don’t hesitate, burying your fingers in the downy feathers near where they connect to his back. his head falls back, and a quiet peace goes over the two of you as you stroke your way from base to wing tip, then back, soothing actions putting him on the verge of sleep.

➳ simeon wakes up to the feel of your touch on his wing, soft and hesitant. sometime during the night, he’d transformed into his angel form, wings splayed out and over the bed, almost covering the whole thing in their enormity. they certainly cover you, like a warm, live, down blanket. he twitches instinctively, and you pull your hands back. “no, no,” he says sleepily, “you can keep going. it feels good when you touch me.” he sees you smile and smiles too, even though he’s already being lured back into sleep by your soft strokes across the top of his wing, where the feathers are smooth and packed together.

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