#om mephisto

[featheredcrowbones]

thought about him too much now i have a crush

Dialogue (in order of appearance) from: Memory Card: Demon King Who? - Ch. 3 Memory Card: Surprise Gift - Ch. 1

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[rae-writes]

just a few more

Diavolo, Barbatos, Mephisto + two bonus characters // 3.k wc

     *disclaimer: this is written as poly!romantic mc + all dateables

not only did Mc bag the seven lords of hell, they also ended up bagging the prince, his butler, and his highest ranking noble. Yk, as they should.

a/n : we’re gonna pretend Diavolo didn’t say he couldn’t form a pact with us just bc he’s the prince/future king because I think that’s a load of shi—

It all started with you mentioning how pretty you thought Barbatos’ pact was. You said it casually- in passing- when you and the brothers had been over for tea. They were all fighting (with the exception of Lucifer and maybe Beel and Satan) over who’s pact mark looked the best when you dropped the bomb.

“Come oooon, Mc! You don’t havta pick a favorite or anythin’, just tell us which one looks the best!”

“That’s the same thing, moron!” 

“OI!”

Smiling, you picked the choice least likely to start a fight, “I think Barbatos has a pretty sigil. Solomon showed me once.” Yep- there definitely wasn’t any room to argue when they all had their jaws on the floor. 

Oh, but you sent a shock of heat straight through Barbatos, who was the last one expecting your particular reply. 

Not even the uproar from the brothers or the shit eating grin from his master could make that heat dim. In fact, it only grew stronger at the mischievous smile you sent him.

And then you showed up on the castle’s doorstep, bruised and bleeding, while crying out his name. 

“B-bar— Barba-tos! Barbatos!” it was the only coherent thing he could decipher as he watched you sob violently into his chest, fist clutching his shirt so hard he almost thought it’d rip. 

You’d been in the Devildom for so long now, it was a shock that anything could scare you this badly- but when you managed to choke out that a group of demons ganged up on you, the butler felt searing hot threads of possessiveness and rage grip at him. 

They’d touched you- hurt you. You were probably crying out for him while you fought your attackers and he didn’t hear it. He couldn’t hear it.

The final blow to his wavering resolve came only an hour later : 

“Why didn’t you call one of the brothers? You could’ve gotten fatally wounded if you hadn’t been using your magic.” He was scolding you. 

And you were smiling. “I didn’t want one of them at the time. I wanted you.” 

…oh. 

“B-rb…Ba-rb-os…Barbatos!” 

He blinked, staring at you blankly, “Huh?” Did he really just space out? 

“I said I’m sorry for worrying you and putting my life in danger. I’ll be more careful next time and call on my pacts.” 

Your pacts. Pact. “May I have the pleasure of entering a pact with you?” 

Surprised, you stared at Barbatos like he had three heads for a moment. “Me? A p-pact with me? But I thought—“ 

Barb interrupted by grasping your hands and bringing them to his lips, “If you think I do not trust you, I must ask you to think again.” 

You watched him press your intertwined hands against his chest, where his heart is, before he was leaning closer- closer than he’d ever been. 

“I trust you, Mc. Do you trust me?”

Voice nothing more than a whisper and without a trace of hesitation, “Yes. I’ll make a pact with you- I want to make a pact with you.” 

Barbatos’ eyes darkened ever so slightly as he gave you a genuine smile, “Excellent.”

Then his lips were on yours and your hands broke apart so he could cup your face while yours went straight to his hair and you could faintly feel the tingle of your new bond but kissing him felt too surreal for you to even begin deciphering where it was located. 

7 -> 8

†

Mephisto was certain he only tolerated you due to your closeness with the seven brothers and his lord- it’s all anybody heard him run his mouth about when you were mentioned. But when he got scolded by his kid brother for saying such things about you, he simply decided he had to see what everyone saw in you- and boy, was he straight up beat down with the realization. 

“Good morning, Mc.” 

Without even questioning why he was suddenly speaking to you out of the blue, you smile brightly and stop walking, “Morning, Mephisto! I like your tie, is that one new?” 

He blinks in surprise— you…noticed? “Yes, it is. I thought I might change things up every now and then.” 

“It’s pretty! Like you!” Not even embarrassed at such a bold comment, you point in the direction of the newspaper club’s office (which was opposite of the student council’s- where you were supposed to be going), “I’ll walk you to your office so we can talk some more, yeah? I don’t get to see you much!” 

One day he caught you taking care of his little brother and the feelings just intensified. 

“Now, now, none of that. You’ll make your eyes all swollen-“ you wiped away the boy’s tears, “and then your little head will hurt-“ your hand ruffled his hair playfully, “and we can’t have that, can we?” 

Mephisto watched you carefully doctor his brother’s scraped knee, not noticing his feet were moving until he was right beside you.

Smiling at the excited ‘big brother!’, you glance up in acknowledgment before placing a bandaid over the injury. “All better!” You kiss his knee, giving him another on the forehead before helping him stand. 

And as you and Mephisto watch the younger demon run off with a wave, he can’t help but feel the slightest bit miffed at the kisses you’d given said demon. It must’ve shown too, because—

“Oh, ‘Phisto,” you couldn’t stop giggling, even after you’d grabbed his face and pulled him down, “If you want a kiss, all you have to do is ask.” 

You kissed him on the cheek, patting it afterwards, before leaving with a grin (and leaving him behind with a blush and a hint of possessiveness). 

Not even a full week after that, Mephisto quickly decided that you simply couldn’t go any longer without it. 

“Form a pact with me.” He stamped down the urge to shuffle nervously under your surprised stare, “..please?” 

Your expression slowly morphed into a giddy smile, “I’d love to make a pact with you, ‘phisto.” Feeling the familiar warmth of the forming sigil, you beamed at him. 

He could feel it too; the bond threading itself together— his first (and only) pact. “Mc…” his tongue felt like lead but he knew what he wanted. All he had to do was ask. “May I have a kiss?” 

“As many as you want.” You sounded breathless as you brushed over his lips with your own, connecting them eagerly once he grabbed onto your hips. 

He nearly jumps when you grab onto his tie, though he steels himself and pulls you even closer, not daring to break the kiss for more than a couple seconds at a time. Now that he’s felt this…Mephisto doesn’t think he can live without it. 

8 -> 9

†

Your pact with Diavolo, while he truly wanted to have that relationship and bond with you, mostly happened due to childish jealousy. He’d dealt with your happy ramblings about your pact with Barbatos for months, but then…

“Another pact? With Mephisto? How ever did you manage that?” 

Either you didn’t notice the strain in Diavolo’s voice or you simply didn’t bother pointing it out, your smile stayed as you hummed happily. 

“I didn’t really do anything. ‘Phisto just came up to me all of a sudden and asked to make a pact.” 

“He asked?” If Diavolo wasn’t bothered before, he sure was now. Mephistopheles in a pact? It was simply unheard of, and now, he was the only demon in your group without a pact with you. “I see…”

It was such a petty feeling, because truly, he was thrilled for all of his friends— Diavolo just felt undeniably left out despite no one treating it that way [but him].

“I swear if the four of you stubborn bastards don’t take a break, I’ll make you!” giving a deadpan stare, you crossed your arms and stood in front of the demons seated at the student council table. 

Mephisto relented immediately, having heard of what exactly you can do with your pacts, and chose to go get some coffee. Lucifer- after a quick staredown- followed the noble, but not without leaving a kiss on your hand in silent ‘thanks’. Barbatos and Diavolo, however, remained in their spots.

“I appreciate the sentiment, Mc, but we really must finish; these are documents for RAD’s-”

“Barbatos. Take a break.” you watched his hands release the papers involuntarily, smiling at his incredulous stare, “At least go eat something. Please.” when Barb reluctantly stood from his chair, you turned to Diavolo and leaned to rest your forehead against his. “Just because I can’t make you, doesn’t mean you’re exempt from this. Up- come on.” 

And while his heart was practically beating out of his chest at the care you showed for him, that ugly jealousy still churned inside him at the clear display of difference in your relationships between him and the others. 

Everything finally bubbled over the day you confessed to him :

“Apologies, Mc, but could you…repeat that?” 

Ducking your head to hide the flush of your cheeks, you fiddled with your fingers, “I like you, Dia- if that wasn’t already obvious, and Barbatos and a few of the others agreed that I should tell you and ask if you’d like to date me too…”

Diavolo answered a bit too fast and desperate for his liking, “Yes! I-I mean, yes, I would be overjoyed to be in a relationship with you, Mc.” 

“But?” you squinted, knowing something was- and had been for a while- on his mind. “What’s wrong? You’ve been like this for weeks.”

“Nothing is wrong, I just…” Follow his heart or follow the rules? “I just want to be in a pact with you like all the others.” he averted his eyes, feeling childish when he spoke those feelings aloud. 

You only giggled, “That’s it, huh? I would love to enter a pact with you, Dia. Wait- are you even allowed? As the prince and future king, I mean?”

As soon as you agreed, his hands were already cupping your face, “I don’t care-” his lips finally, finally met yours as his feet began moving, walking you backwards until you hit the wall, “-I decide what I want and I’ve wanted you for so long, been jealous of the others for so. long.”

With the pact etching itself into your skin, you couldn’t deny him anything in that moment, completely enamored with the way Diavolo was practically begging for you, still, even though he already had you. 

9 -> 10

+bonus

When Simeon fell completely, wings black and horns protruding from his head, he desperately needed something to ground him while he worked through his new body and new status. 

“They’re so pretty, Si.” You were brushing through his wings softly, smiling at the contrast it brought to your glittery nails, “Your horns, too.” 

Simeon shifted, nervous despite your words at letting anyone else see his new form. “Do you really think so?” his spine straightened at the feeling of your lips pressing kisses down his back. 

“I do. You’re so beautiful- angel, human, or demon.” Nuzzling your head into his neck, you smiled against the skin, “In fact, I’m going to have to fight off so many demons just to keep you to myself.”

That made him chuckle, body relaxing into yours easily, “Nonsense…that might be quite a sight, though.” 

Adjusting wasn’t hard— he thinks he had an easier time at it than the brothers, but he couldn’t help but feel something was missing.

It was difficult to not fiddle with his outfit, but in Simeon’s defense, this was his first time at one of Diavolo’s formal parties as a demon— and the first time everyone saw his demon form. 

Tsking, you gently slapped his hands away and re-straightened his shirt. “Don’t pay any attention to the staring. You’re just too pretty to look away from.” 

He knew it was because, in all technicalities, he was a fallen angel, even if he’d been human before this. But he also knew that if anyone was an expert in unwanted spotlight attention, it was you. 

“I’ll try not to, thank you, Mc.” Simeon smiled at your pleased expression, “May I have this first dance?” 

As the night went on, he watched you dance with the other nine demons (and with the other members of Purgatory Hall). Everything was like it always was- nothing changed after he became a demon. Still though….

“Simeon!” you called out with a bright smile, hand waving him over to join the dancing circle you, Mammon, and Asmo had created. 

He felt as if there was something absent in him, something he couldn’t describe. “I’m coming.” 

Finally, Simeon figured out the missing puzzle piece. 

Laying with you, clad in only your underwear, always brought him a sense of love and tranquility. He simply couldn’t get over how vulnerable and exposed you were willing to be around him.

“Siiimeonnn~” you sang, laughing when his eyes fluttered sleepily. Your fingers carded through his hair, making him hum in delight, and you hummed right back at the faint feeling of his nails tracing over your pacts. 

He continues to trace the slightly raised skin, not thinking too much about it until you mumble something about how he’s always had a fascination for the marks adorning your body. At that, Simeon sits up quickly, all traces of tiredness gone.

You follow his lead worriedly, “Simeon? What’s-”

“Make a pact with me. Please, Mc, please, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more- I knew something was missing when I became a demon and now I know it’s because everyone else is bonded to you but me. I couldn’t have that with you as an angel or human but I can now. Please, Mc, allow me to be selfish just this once.”

“Oh, Si…” there was an undeniable warmth blooming in your chest. “You never needed a pact to feel bonded to me— you’ve always been perfect the way you are.” 

Simeon let out a shaky breath, allowing you to shift closer while his heart thumped wildly in anticipation. 

You moved even closer, and closer still, until you were practically in his lap. “You can be as selfish as you want with me. I’m yours, and now-“ your lips brushed, “-you belong to me, in turn. I’m honored you trust me enough for this, Simeon, of course I’ll make a pact with you.” 

And although your lips have met in this dance time and time again in the past, and will surely do the same in the future, it still sent shivers down his spine and heat to his face. 

When his hands move to trace your pacts out of habit again, his is the first he finds- guided by your own hands- and devils does that make Simeon’s head spin; he’s finally complete.

10 -> 11

++extra reverse!bonus [no specific demon form]

For someone with 72 pacts and ongoing shameless attempts at getting Lucifer into one, it surprisingly didn’t occur to Solomon once you became a demon (in his defense, he was more focused on your well being and adjustment). 

“You need to stop scratching, Mc. I know it itches, but you’re going to get an infection. You’ll get used to them eventually.” 

While he was lecturing, you were practically boneless in his lap, keening as he softly rubbed your horns and applied ointment on the irritated areas. 

“Are you even listening to me?” He huffed in false annoyance, feeling a smile fight its way onto his face when you whined at the loss of his touch. 

Nudging your head against his hand, you stubbornly huffed right back. “Yes. Don’t be mean- feels good. You're so sweet to me…” 

“Don’t get used to it, darling apprentice. You’ll learn how to do this yourself eventually, too.” 

And while you did in fact get the hang of caring for your own demon form, you simply enjoyed when he did it instead. 

“You know, each of the ten demons you have wrapped around your finger would jump at the chance to help you.” 

You hummed in agreement, curling in on yourself at the blissful feeling of Solomon grooming your extra appendage(s). 

He lifts a brow, “And yet I’m still called, why? No complaints here of course, but I am curious.” 

“Want you.” Stretching, you shift onto his lap to be closer, “Don’t you want me anymore, Sol?” 

Solomon inhales sharply, tilting his head so you have more room where you’re nipping at his pulse point with your sharpened canines, “Of course I do, Mc.” 

The lightbulb finally goes off in his brain when he catches you glaring at his bare upper body, to which he’s all too happy to oblige you : 

“What’s with that look?” Based on the tone of his voice, he very well knew what said ‘look’ was for. 

You bared your teeth anyway. “You’re mine.” nails scratched over the pacts on his lower stomach as your hands gripped and prodded at every small inch of bare skin you could see. 

Solomon wanted to see just how possessive a new demon could get. Did you have those instincts yet, especially since he was already yours beforehand? “I am. So why don’t you prove it?” 

“Gladly.” Your voice came out as a low growl, hands finally coming to a stop when your fingers brushed ever so slightly below his belt. “I think mine will go riiight…here.” You pressed down over his pelvis firmly. 

He tried not to stutter, “o-oh?” but he could feel the blush snaking up his face. 

“Make a pact with me, Solomon. ‘S not fair you have so many marks but mine…mine’ll be the prettiest, though…especially on you.” 

“Fuck- yes, I’ll form a pact with you, Mc—“ Solomon’s back arches at your pact etching into his skin, having forgotten the feeling, but the knowledge that it’s yours makes it all the more better. 

“mine, mine, mine. Is this proof enough, or do I need to prove it further?”

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[misc-obeyme]

Hello there! Saw you were looking for one last headcanon. So I’m going to submit the following cuz the brain is rotting these days:

Mephisto, fluff and/or suggestive, first time (first time w/ MC, not necessarily first time as in being a virgin, although you’re welcome to go that route if you prefer).

Hello, hello!

All right so this is fluffy at the start and only really spicy/suggestive in the second half, but I wouldn't label it as explicit or anything. Ahh I really enjoyed writing this, though it might be a lil cheesy, that's just kinda how I roll lol. I haven't written much for Mephisto, so I'm still kinda figuring out his characterization. Hopefully it turned out okay!

Thank you for participating!

COZY COMFORTS EVENT

GN!MC x Mephistopheles

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: definitely suggestive and implied sex, but nothing described too explicitly

Mephistopheles is surprised by you. A human such as yourself shouldn't be able to make him feel much of anything aside from disdain and yet… here you are. He forces it down. He pretends that he hasn't suddenly understood what it is the others see in you. He ignores the way your smile makes his heart race. He blocks out the reality of how bright your eyes are when they meet his. He fights it with all he has.

It becomes a losing battle the moment he begins to notice your fleeting glances or how you blush whenever he says your name. He gravitates toward you even more, despite his own resistance. Even as he tries to talk himself out of feeling anything for you, he regularly seeks you out.

You say yes to him every time. Whenever he asks if you'd like to accompany him somewhere, any time he suggests you work on homework together, even just casually sitting next to each other at lunch. He acts like he's unaware of it, but you're all he pays attention to anymore. When did he start to care so much? When did he start to crave your company? When did he start thinking about having all your attention on him?

He lets time pass this way - keeping you close, but not too close. Still uncertain about it, still inextricably pulled to you. He thinks you must know. You look at him sometimes with a longing that almost hurts. Like you're just waiting for him to let you in.

He does. In the end, Mephisto can't resist you. And it happens like a tsunami, all encompassing and all at once. A confession, a first kiss, long talks, tender touches, and suddenly you're in his arms and he can't stop kissing you. He stops anyway. You're looking back at him with swollen lips and desperation on your face. But he's asking himself, is it too soon? He doesn't want to rush you.

Mephistopheles is once again surprised by you. He thinks you must simply know the inner thoughts of demons. Because you tell him that you're ready before he even has a chance to ask. Maybe you could see the question in his eyes, the hesitation in his touch. Even after your reassurance, he's careful. You're unlike anyone he's ever known and this both fascinates and terrifies him. He holds you close and kisses you gently, soft and sweet, until you take the initiative and open your mouth for him.

There is no lack of passion behind Mephisto's kisses as he slowly undresses you, carefully removing each piece of clothing and trailing his lips along your skin. You shiver beneath him, sending a thrill through his veins. He tries to stay patient as he lets you undress him, too. Until you're looking at each other in the dim light of your bedroom, taking each other in. Mephisto thinks he'll never tire of simply looking at you.

That is until he realizes he'd rather be kissing you. His mouth is hot against your skin, his hands roaming across your body, touching and feeling and holding you closer. You respond to him so easily, so readily. Like all you want is to feel him against you. You surprise him once again by pulling him to your bed, your need evident in your expression, the way you whisper his name. He nearly loses control of himself when you moan out the word please.

For a moment, Mephisto considers you. He gives himself that pause to decide if he should stop, if he should walk away from this, if he should leave you to the brothers. This is his last chance. But the thought is gone almost as soon as it arrives. Because you're beneath him, arching your back and pressing into him, your hands gripping his arms, his name still on your lips. And he knows he could never walk away. It's far too late.

You are stunning. He's never known such bliss. It isn't just the way you feel, but the way you look, crying out in ecstasy, clawing at his back, whimpering his name. And he's never felt so in tune with someone before. Later, Mephistopheles knows he will never forget the way you look when you're asleep in his arms, your head on his chest, your body rising and falling softly with your breathing. Your fingers still curled around his arm like you're worried he might leave. He's surprised to realize that all he wants is to stay by your side.

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[kannra21]

Pros of moving to Mephisto's mansion (let's say that he let you to suck-up to Diavolo lol, you're still a foolish human tho):

He's rich. The mansion is fucking huge!

It's just him and his little brother- so LOTS of privacy.

No family drama in the house. It's peaceful.

No stressing ab food bc no Beel. The fridge is always full.

New stress unlocked- he wants to eat something you don't want to (you want to eat simple bacon and eggs, he wants to eat Les cuisses de Grenouille wtf?? he thinks you're eating peasant food), so breakfast choice is always uncertain...

You bicker over stupid stuff like TV programs and et cetera. He's crossing his arms and hmphs in attitude. He's so annoying.

Cooking duties? Probably non-existent bc he has lesser demons to take care of it (though it would be kinda hot seeing Mepho in an apron tbh... what's wrong with you? you're thirsting for an idiot sandwich).

His bro is an angel tho, you love him. He called you "mom" by accident and you blushed, but it made Mepho feel some type of way. The thought of playing house, it's just too cute.

At first you hate him, but then you realize he's cranky and gloomy not bc of you, but bc of the back pain from sitting in his goddamn office all day and stressing himself out. If you offer him a back massage, he will change his opinion on you very quickly. In fact, he actually starts liking you more.

The longer you live with them, the more you learn about their everyday life and routine. Him and his bro have a habit of roasting marshmallows by the fire at night, Mephisto plays guitar or tells him stories. Sometimes they play fight and you warn him to go easy on his sibling. Mepho shows you canines and tells you what they're doing is perfectly natural bc it's important for a demon child's growth. He supports him in any kind of rough play. That's the way he was raised too. "Even a horse is choosing a strong, dominant owner he can depend on." You realize purebred demons are wilder than fallen angels. Fallen angels will never be real demons, in his theory. He's also prejudiced against humans bc of the whole power dynamic with pacts. But you're nice, so he doesn't mind you.

If you like Diavolo, congrats, you'll spend as much time with him as you want. Bc they're friends and he'll drag you everywhere with him.

Will spoil you rotten, but only if you behave... he's not so bad.

Will walk around the mansion shirtless just to mess with you. Bro doesn't understand why MC is so flustered for no reason. You tell him it's just a common cold, you go make some tea.

You prank him to take your revenge, like touching his bare neck with your ice-cold hands. You realize that he has a cute lady-like scream and you can't stop laughing. He gets grumpy and traps you in a big, tight hug to annoy you. You don't mind being held by him. Your confession made him melt.

One day you're lying in bed together, tangled in each other's limbs, talking. He says he loves you and that no rare version of Demonus could ever replace that feeling. If you ever decide to be with someone else, he'll understand, bc he behaved very badly towards you. He doesn't expect you to accept his apology bc he doesn't want your pity. He's a man, he's prideful, he has an image to maintain. But you're not pitying him. Being able to admit one's mistakes is an admirable trait. That's why you decide to give it a chance.

He wakes up and smells blood. He's panicking and asks you if you're OK, but you tell him you're on your period and that your stomach is hurting. The dude was almost in tears, shame on you. Goes to the pad's aisle and asks you what pussy size you wear. Now don't underestimate him, he's a very educated man. However, he grew up in a man's household and his mother never rly talked ab it, so it went over his head. Woman near him is holding her sides and laughing. He doesn't mind her, he thinks she's drunk or something. Buys everything from sanitary products, to painkillers, to chocolates. "Baby I'm coming home, just hang on for a bit!" He's afraid you're in danger of serious bloodloss. You facepalm. At least he's funny.

Before visiting his horses, he lectured you for the millionth time and gave you a long list of precautions, bc he doesn't want anything to happen to you or his horses. Yes, he's annoying, but that's bc he cares too much. He's not leaving any room for mistakes. These horses are huge and trust him when he tells you that they can hurt you. Long story short, they accepted you right away.

He gets overprotective of you when you talk with the brothers at RAD. Mammon won't take it well. He'll initiate a fight and Mepho won't hold back, so you have to interfere to stop the whole ruckus. And ofc they're annoyed bc "Why's he acting weird? He used to hate MC." He doesn't care about their confused looks, he cares that you arrive to your classes on time and that they don't pose a distraction to you. You assure him that they're your beloved boys you used to live with at HOL and that you have some catching up to do. He respects your decision and leaves you alone, bc he trusts you.

Although he loves private time with you, pls don't visit him too often in his office. He wants you to concentrate on your education and he wants you to pass those tests. It's not a problem, he'll spend his time with you at home.

He has a need to mark your neck or whatever part of your body that's visible to the outside world. It's primal, it's something that demons like to do. You don't want painful bruises all over your body so you suggest a pact as your best solution. He agrees, that's how you bonded to each other.

You enjoy Seductive speechcraft a little too much these days. You're taking it outside the classroom and people are either happy or upset about it. It's not your fault that your man radiates with such confidence and charisma.

He likes holding hands with you in public or even kissing, he hopes Lucifer is seeing it and secretly dying inside

You love and hate Mephisto. He's straightforward, bold and daring. Which can be rude and flattering at the same time. He wants you, and he wants others to know that they can't have you.

He wants to take you out to a nice restaurant so he suggests you put on your best outfit for the night. He even dressed his bro and gave him a cute little bow tie. It was the most adorable sight, you needed to take pictures. However, when Mephisto came out of the corner dressed in a three-piece suit which consists of a maroon blazer, black dress pants and a waistcoat of similar color that is paired with white dress shirt underneath, embedded with a golden tie bar clipped onto his black tie, it left you speechless. He stared at you too, you chose a nice black dress that flattered your figure and looked very elegant on you. You couldn't rly flirt since the kid was there so you just complimented each other. On your walk towards your location, Mephisto held his brother's hand or sometimes allowed him to sit on his shoulders (he's doting on him too much). They talked and laughed about random stuff and your eyes softened. You knew that he has a soft spot for kids, he looked like he could make for a good daddy someday. Your embarrassing thoughts got interrupted by him offering his hand to you, which you gladly took.

There are days where you play with his bro and spoil him more often than not. He's your son now. OK, Luke will always remain your no.1 son, but he has the honors of being your no.2 if that makes any sense. Mephisto is jealous of his own brother lol. You suggest your two sons meet and play together, but Mephisto is still sceptical of the angels. He doesn't trust them easily. You assure him that he has lots of things to learn from Luke and that he'd be a positive influence on him. He trusts you, as always.

People notice he's less cranky than he used to be. And all because of you. You're still bickering over stupid stuff tho. He'll kiss you to make up for it.

#om #obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me shall we date? #om mephisto #om mephistopheles #mephisto x you #mephisto x mc #mephisto x reader

[hellfire-rose]

Mephi Lore- Faustian Deals

#love the little nod to Faust #obey me #obey me shall we date #om #obey me nightbringer #om nightbringer #nightbringer #obey me nightbringer spoilers #lesson 37 spoilers #om mephi #om mephistopheles #om mephisto

[nerdy-talks]

💚 Who else loves Mephistopheles? 💚

💜 I want him to step on me 💜

#in all seriousness #he's lovely #gives off some tsundere vibes #I usually don't like tsunderes #but the obey me devs know how to write them perfectly #obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me shall we date #obey me mephistopheles #obey me mephisto #om mephistopheles #om mephisto #om! mephistopheles #om! mephisto

[pomstr4wberr]

✦. ⊹ ˚ .꒰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?

#gender neutral reader #strawpomswriting #x gender neutral reader #obey me x gn reader #obey me x reader #x reader #obey me mephistopheles #mephistopheles x reader #obey me mephisto #om mephisto #mephisto x reader #om mephistopheles

[dokidokidemons]

Mephisto notices MC has his contact info saved in their D.D.D. as bbg and asks what it means. MC tells him it means "Big Bad Guy," to indicate he is their greatest enemy. He brags about it for weeks before someone finally tells him it actually means 'babygirl.'

#Obey Me #om Mephisto #om mephistopheles #;later

[satanswrathussy]

Lesson 13 spoilers

listen i didn't get past lesson 30 or 40 in the og game so like

#my only exposure to him is thru fanfiction #which i didn't know thirteen either but like #hush! #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #om mephistopheles #om mephisto

[whatever-fanfics]

Headcanon that the demons and angels don't have that instinct when somethings wrong.

MC *feels the hairs on their arms stand up*: Somethings wrong

Solomon *feels a pit in his stomach*: I agree

Demons and Angels: What the fuck

*Something goes wrong*

The Demons and Angels: What the F U C K 🤯😱🤯

#obey me #om! reblog #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me mc #obey me leviathan #obey me beel #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me belphie #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #I feel like Barbatos would know about this but still #obey me mephisto #obey me raphael #obey me simeon #obey me thirteen #obey me shitpost

[l3viat8an]

idk if it’s just me but ANGRY SEX omfg like imagine they just get so angry they HAVE to pound the shit out of you 🤭🤭 - 🪰

Nsfw

I got like 9 asks about angry /  rough sex in like an hour the other day from different anons are y’all okay? Just horny?

CW: angry / rough-ish sex, afab! reader, pick your boy cuz I couldn’t lmao

You don’t even remember what the fight was about…did you even have an argument?…Your mind is too fuzzy to think straight…..

Not right now anyway, not while he has you pressed against the wall with your legs wrapped around his waist…not while he’s pounding into you so roughly, all you can do is moan and claw at his shirt trying to ground yourself.

Hell he’d practically ripped off, mumbling about getting them out of his way. Not that you care right now-

Your too busy moaning, whining with every movement of his hips, every slide of his cock in and out of your poor abused cunt….

His fingers digging into you ass so hard you’ll definitely have little bruises tomorrow. All while he keeps nipping and sucking at your neck, making sure to mark you as his even when he’s angry. Especially when he’s angry

Only pausing to whisper degrading words right in your ear, mocking you for letting him fuck you like this even after you said you were mad at him, even after yelling at each other….calling you a whore, his whore and asking if you knew you’d end up like this?

You both knew you’ll always end up like this-

Your eyes fall closed as you moan louder….begging for more…until you let out a surprised gasp as he pulls you away from the wall, your arms tightening around his shoulders at the sudden shift and now he’s using his grip on your ass to bounce you on his cock, chuckling at your startled expression.

You can only whine louder and hold on tighter as he uses you as a little fuck toy……you’d be embarrassed if it didn’t feel so fucking good-

Maybe you really did deserve the way he mocked you-

His cock keeps hitting your sweet spot inside you just perfectly~

Hearing him groan in your ear as you cum around his cock.

Seeing that damn smirk on his face when your walls keep spasming around his cock, as if you still want more even deeper inside, and he taunts you by calling you a slut….his slut as he moves, dropping you on bed.

Pushing you down as he trusts into you again, moving his hips faster and faster until he’s pounding into you again….until he’s cumming…..moaning your name as he stuffs your poor little cunt with his sticky cum….

#ik I said I got a bunch of asks about this but I’m too busy to do them all rn so here’s this 🤠 #at 1 am……heh #man I gotta stop trying to answer asks at 1 ‘n 2 in the mornin’ #🪰 anon! #obey me smut #smut #x reader smut #obey me x reader #obmswd x reader #obmswd smut #om! smut #om! x reader #om! x chubby reader #obmswd x chubby reader #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me levi x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me asmo x reader #obey me beel x reader #obey me belphie x reader #obey me diavolo x reader #obey me solomon x reader #obey me mephisto x reader #obey me simeon x reader #I’ll edit the tags tomorrow uhhhhh goodnight 🛌 #obey me! #obey me #om! #roro writes

[rae-writes]

mephistopheles/gn!mc; nsfw, brainrot brainrot brainrot

Obsessed with the thought of Mephisto being an absolute prick to Mc, even after they’ve tried literally everything to become his friend. The demon’s constant rudeness eventually makes them bitter, so when Lord Diavolo sends the two of them out to gather intel, Mc is brimming with irritation.

That irritation burns bright, even after they’ve been cursed. The spell makes them hunch over and writhe, feeling a strong heat lick away at their insides. Mc curls in on themselves, hellbent on not letting Mephisto see them in this embarrassing state but he’s grabbing at their chin and forcing their eyes to meet his with a “stop being so fucking stubborn and tell me what’s wrong!”

The contact sends you mewling, head pressing further into his warm touch. “it ‘urts. make it go away…please Mephisto.”

He decides it’d be irresponsible of him to leave Diavolo’s favorite human in pain like this (at least that’s what he tells himself), so he yanks off a glove with his teeth and shoves his hand down the front of your bottoms.

The sound that escapes you is downright sinful as your hips buck up to chase the feeling of his fingers. Your head is pressing back into the ground harshly when they enter you, mouth dropping open at the curl towards that spot.

Mephisto also decides that, if he’s going to do his job at helping you, he might as well do it right (it’s most certainly not because his mouth is watering at the smell of your arousal). He barely thinks as he moves down your body, yanking the offending material out of the way before his mouth is all over you, tongue darting around to catch every single drop you give. 

Then all he can think about is how fucking good you taste and how tight you’re squeezing around his fingers and fuck- did you just moan his name? Mephisto has no time to mull over what he thought he heard cause now your body is shaking and his mouth is involuntarily opening wider to savor all of your cum.

Not even a second later, you’re bucking into his touch again, “Not enough- ‘s not enough, please Mephisto, more! Make it go’way- hurts!” Your hand blindly finds his wrist and starts tugging, eliciting a growl from the demon.

It doesn’t take him long to figure out what you’re after and it certainly doesn’t take him long to shove down his pants or line himself up at your entrance. “No? My fingers and mouth not fucking enough for you?” 

He should be more gentle, he’s fairly big, but a fleeting thought about one of the brothers having already claimed you- whether it’s true or not- makes him growl louder and slam the entirety of himself into you.

Your breath hitches, eyes snapping open to meet intoxicating green as he begins a pace that was surely not meant for humans. The fire raging in your body subdues and burns solely in the place where his cock is hitting the deepest parts of you- it feels like you’re going to fucking explode.

“K-kiss.”

Mephisto’s eyes narrow, tongue swiping out to wet his lips before he’s crashing them against yours sloppily. It’s absolutely fucking disgusting feeling your spit swap with his, dribbling down both your chins, but if it’s so disgusting, why is it making his cock (and heart) lurch? And the way your tongue bullies its way into his mouth without a care in the world- like he’s not a noble and you’re not just some human - sends him spiraling. 

“You’re fucking mine, you hear me? I swear if I catch any other fucking demon or human or angel trying to put their grubby hands on you, I’ll kill them.” His teeth, sharper than they were, bear menacingly at you but the sight only makes your walls clench around him. 

“Form a pact with me.”

You’re so fucked out you can’t even begin to decipher his demand, but the feeling of his lips brushing your ear and the words ‘just say yes’ are clear as day- so you do. “Yes! Yesyesyes!” 

And you don’t know what the hell you’ve just agreed to, not until you feel the familiar tingle of a forming pact etch itself into your skin; the sensation makes your back arch and eyes roll white as the ache between your legs finally dissipates.

But it’s not over, not even when he, the demon who fucking swore to himself he’d never fall so low as to be entranced by a mere human, curses lowly and ruts his hips frantically while ropes of his cum fill you to the brim. 

Because now you’re fucking his. And he’s not going to be done until he hears you say you want him, that you’ve wanted him. Because Mephisto doesn’t think he can handle this happening only because you needed him to relieve a curse.

#obey me x reader #obey me smut #om x reader #om smut #obey me mephistopheles #obey me mephisto #om mephistopheles #om mephisto #mephisto x reader #mephistopheles x reader

[obeymuya]

“……”

“……”

Eli, who is adamant about playing the Pocky game, and Mephisto, who is trying his best to avoid eye contact🤣

Doodled this for Pocky Day!✨

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me oc #obey me mephisto #om! mc #obey me nightbringer #obey me mephisto x mc #muya_art #muya_mc #obey me mephistopheles #om! mephistopheles #om mephistopheles #om mephisto #pocky game #pocky day

[diatiddiess]

It's Nov 11. Happy bday, Mephisto 💜

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obm swd #om swd #swd obey me #om! swd #om! mephistopheles #mephistopheles #obey me mephistopheles #mephistopheles obey me #obey me mephisto #obey me nightbringer #obey me nb #obey me! #omswd

[kannra21]

New silly, sad headcanon-

Demons who wear gloves wear them bc they don't like their hands, they're full of scars.

#sad little meow meow hours #om #obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me shall we date? #mephistopheles #om mephisto #lucifer #om lucifer #barbatos #om barbatos