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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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ecoamerica · 23 days

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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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kpop-otome-yandere-here · 2 years

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Mephistopheles, flirting with Mc: Did it hurt?

Mc: What?

Mephistopheles: Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?

Lucifer, sliding an arm protectively around Mc: It didn’t because I was there to catch them.

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devildom-moss · 7 months

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Mephisto's performance

(Mephisto x gn!MC)

(NSFW) (angst) (NSFW tags: very slight dom!top!Mephisto and bottom!MC; "office" sex, semi-public/risky, no condom, creampie, hate-fucking, "use me" dynamic, consent - but with a lot of regret so maybe dubious?, slight degradation with backhanded praise, Mephisto calling MC a whore and a slut, so slutshaming, pain, slapping, fingering light bondage, half-clothed, no orgasm for MC sorry)

(other tags: religious undertones, one-sided enemies to ?who knows?, sad/bittersweet ending)

Word Count: +2,200

To say you admired Mephistopheles was an understatement; you were absolutely smitten. Granted, he had a reputation for being a pompous asshole whose presence left a bitter taste in Lucifer’s mouth – the same mouth that warned you about spending time with the likes of Mephisto and questioned your recent attention to “a demon whose attitude and pride might be excusable if it was offset by actual wit and usefulness.”

Clearly, Lucifer either hadn’t seen the version of Mephisto that you had – the small slips in his bitter façade – or he had, and Lucifer simply refused to acknowledge it. You didn’t care what anyone else said about Mephisto. He had watched over Luke when he fell asleep in common places multiple times. As much as he protested, when you really needed him, he offered his assistance in whatever form he could – especially when it would aid Diavolo. If nothing else, Lucifer should have remembered that Mephisto was right there with Diavolo and Barbatos, tending to him and his brothers on the day they fell. You knew better. Mephisto was sweet.

He was adorable. You remembered the precious smile he had on his face while staring up at the new blossoms forming on the trees one early morning. It wasn’t the only time you had caught his face softening, entranced by some natural beauty. Mephisto still blushed when you would pay him a genuine compliment, covering his mouth with a gloved hand.

Sweet. Adorable. And so, so sexy.

Lust and affection had motivated you to pay Mephisto a visit in the RAD Newspaper Club room – another attempt to get on his good side. This time, you brought gifts to appease the bitter old demon: hot coffee and sweets that you and Luke had baked yesterday. However, the second you walked through that door, Mephisto let out an annoyed sigh.

“Why are you bothering me?” he asked, sparing you a second glance – but not a third.

“I wanted to cheer you up,” you admitted, setting your offering on his desk. “Diavolo told me that he had seen you working nonstop in preparation for the upcoming event. I figured that might be why you’ve been frowning every time I’ve seen you all week. I brought you coffee and sweets that Luke and I made.”

Part of you had an inkling that Mephisto actually enjoyed your company more than he let on. Maybe you were just clinging to a deeply engraved hope that he wanted you. Maybe you read into signs of his kindness towards you. Perhaps wishful thinking turned a two-second glance – maybe even a judgmental glare – into a longing stare. You wanted to break through his defenses if he’d let you. Well, you had certainly broken something.

Your act of kindness pushed Mephisto over the edge, and he looked up from his work and raised his voice at you. “I have too much on my plate to keep drilling this into that thick, fucking skull of yours. I don’t like you, you won’t change my mind, and that pathetic hopeful look on your face infuriates me.”

You didn’t fully believe him – as desperate as that may sound. Perhaps it was selfish, but you didn’t want to leave him alone in that room.

Mephisto waited for you to turn around and walk away, but you didn’t budge. He sighed and got to his feet. “What? Why are you still here? Why are you bringing me things hours before any of your classes even start? What do you want?”

Most classes hadn’t started yet, but if you hadn’t arrived before everyone else, you wouldn’t have been able to see Mephisto alone. Barbatos had mentioned that Mephisto was an early riser in passing once, so you figured you would find him overworking himself that morning. As for what you wanted, you wished it was more obvious to him.

“I want you to love me,” you confessed. Mephisto circled his desk so he could sandwich you between himself and the desk, blocking your path to the exit.

“How do you want me to love you? With my boot on your neck? With my fingers buried inside of you? With my hips pressed against you? What do you want? How do you expect me to love you? I could ruin you, but love?”

You shuddered. Was this a rejection or an invitation? You forced the words, and they fell out in a clumsy mess. “I don’t expect it – you loving me. I just want it, but you could ruin me instead if you wanted.”

Mephisto’s eyes widened; he retreated slightly before narrowing his eyes. “What are you saying?”

“Use me – if you really can’t love me.” Shame burned in your cheeks, but you continued. You were determined to call his bluff. “Take out your anger and hatred on my body. Do whatever you want.”

Maybe he truly hated you. Maybe he would be disgusted by your offer. Maybe he would refuse because he did love you. Or maybe he would agree to use you – to ruin you – without a trace of affection. Even then, at least you would finally get to be with him for however long you could manage to be entertaining. The possibilities ran through your head, just quick enough to fill the brief moment before Mephisto responded.

“Turn around,” he demanded. His voice was cold. In truth, you hadn’t expected him to take you up on your offer. Your heart sank as you watched Mephisto remove his tie. A low, growling sigh left him when you remained immobile. He took your arm and forced you to turn. “You offered. So, do as you’re told.”

Your voice caught in your throat. Mephisto made quick work of knotting his tie around your wrists and up your forearms, binding them behind your back. Fear washed over your body as you felt Mephisto tug your pants and underwear down to your ankles. Was this really what you wanted?

Mephisto reached over you, pressing his chest firmly against your back as he did, and pulled a bottle of lube from his top desk drawer. You didn’t question why he had it there, but you did have a question for him: “Why are you using that on me?”

The answer was obvious, but you were begging for some kind of affection from him, wishing for the words “I don’t want to hurt you” to leave his lips with enough sweetness to sate you, but they didn’t come. Instead, Mephisto removed his glove; tugged on his tie, bringing you closer; and shoved his glove into your mouth to shut you up. You felt one cool, lubricated finger plunge into you – quickly followed by a second. You bit down on his glove as he began to stretch you out.

“To answer your question, I’d be in a world of trouble if anyone found out that I hurt you. Everyone seems to think that you’re so fucking precious. Besides,” Mephisto paused, using the last word to soften the spite in his voice before he continued, “you’ll feel better if I do this first.”

You couldn’t tell if he meant that you would feel better for him or if he wanted you to feel some kind of pleasure from this too, but you hoped. However, that hope wasn’t enough to ease the heavy aching in your chest. Even through the bits of pleasure you felt when Mephisto’s long fingers curled into your body, you knew that this wasn’t how you wanted it. That truth sat rancid in your gagged mouth – somehow more unsavory than anything. Even the realization that you would die (for good) one day was less distasteful than this.

It was almost a comfort when Mephisto pulled his fingers out. You heard his pants drop before he tugged you violently towards him. Your ass was flush against him. There was a filthy relief in knowing that he was hard. At least you had aroused him a bit, then, right? You wished you could have suppressed the dirty, joyous hope you felt. Maybe he wanted you just as badly.

Mephisto entered you slowly. It almost felt intimate: the way he ran his gloved hand through your hair before tugging at it, the way his lips found your neck before it was all teeth and marks, the way his hips rocked slowly into you before he stopped holding back. He almost made this feel like affection before the poison left his mouth between panting and groans. “Not so useless anymore, are you?”

How did he know exactly how to give you a gentle touch that left you hoping before he stripped it from you? He said he didn’t want anyone to know he hurt you, so of course he would figure out how to break your heart. At least that was a pain you could never show anyone. It would live in you – and he would be the only other person who knew that such a haunting beast was hiding inside.

You choked back tears as his thrusting picked up speed and intensity, forcing your thighs against his desk repeatedly with each buck of his hips. This was going to bruise. It was just enough to slosh some of the coffee out of the cup you had brought him earlier. A small puddle pooled towards the edge of the desk until it grazed your thigh, burning for a moment before all you could feel was a numb ache – a small punishment for your foolishness.

This time, you couldn’t hold back a groan. You had tried so hard to disguise any sign of pain or pleasure, but this was too much. Your muffled noise alerted Mephisto to the mess you had both made. It was a small one with no casualties. It hadn’t even reached any of his documents. The only thing left damaged was you, and yet Mephisto dragged you back by the tie around your arms, his cock still buried in you, with an angry, “fuck.”

Did he not want you to get hurt? No.

Mephisto tugged your hair up until you were standing upright – as upright as you could be when you were still impaled on him. He took his glove out of your mouth before he forcefully bent you over towards the edge of the desk. “Lick up the mess, whore.”

You did as he told you. The coffee was still hot, and it stung on your tongue, but you were distracted by a firm slap to your ass. When you managed to clean up the mess, Mephisto brought you upright again with a rough tug and shoved his glove back into your mouth.

“There’s a good little slut,” Mephisto chuckled before he continued to fuck you – even more violently than before. He called you good, at least.

You were choking back tears when he snaked his gloved hand tenderly around your neck. Mephisto used his index finger to guide your chin up. Staring at the ceiling, with your eyes to heaven, you felt that you owed something – someone – a prayer. You wanted to thank some god that Mephisto’s hand was there around your throat – as if the slight pressure was the only thing keeping the sobs and moans inside of you. No. It wasn’t a god that you were grateful to. It was Mephisto. Even as he used you for his amusement, your desire still burned. Your love blazed steadily. Through the pain and emptiness, you still adored him. How pathetic.

Even more pathetic was the contentment you felt as Mephisto sunk his teeth into your shoulder, muffling his moans as he came inside of you. He didn’t pleasure you enough for you to cum; you got the smallest taste of it, and somehow you were content.

Mephisto was quick to pull out of you and get his pants back up. You stood there, trying to reel yourself back into your body – too slowly for Mephisto’s liking. He tugged your pants and underwear back up for you. His glove slipped from your mouth and onto the floor as you attempted to protest with a feeble, “wait.”

His cum had already started to leak out, and the feeling of it sickened you – a shameful sickness. This felt awful and wrong and disgusting, but the most resentful part of you quietly wanted him to bend you back over his desk and fill you up all over again.

Mephisto pulled you in by his tie around your arms and leaned close to your ear. “Keep it in you. I want that sensation to stick with you all day and remind you how much I despise you. Now get out of my sight.”

You felt his tie slip from around your arms. Mephisto dragged you towards the door and shoved you out into the hallway. You heard the distinct sound of the door locking behind you.

Mephisto waited for your hesitant footsteps to fade away down the hall before he sunk his teeth into the back of his ungloved hand. Tears streamed down his face as he dropped to his knees on the floor. Had he finally given you a convincing performance – persuaded you to stay away from him?

In that dim room on a dark Devildom morning, on his knees, Mephisto felt that he owed something – someone – a prayer. Unsure if he was even allowed – or who would hear it – he prayed that he had finally shown you what a monster he was. The cruel, wicked beast he housed had spit its parasitic DNA into you and waited to consume you. He was a demon, with his hands clasped so tightly together that they trembled, brought to his knees. His prayer – half-confession – found no purchase. It lived only inside of him, and even you would never know. It was a small, lenient punishment.

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deviljesterlamb · 4 months

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Imagine cupping Mephisto's face and showering him in kisses. He'll complain, even asks what's the meaning of this. Then you stop kissing him, and he's blushing with a pout.

"I didn't say you had to stop..." he'll finally say, so you start kissing him again. But now he's chuckling, enjoying this special attention and affection. To the point he can't help but finally pull you in for a hug and sighs out happily.

For once, he feels actually important and special to someone again.

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me nightbringer #obey me mephistopheles #mephistopeles x you #mephistopheles x mc #mephistopheles x reader

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luhasworks · 2 months

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the effect of a sleeping research partner

imagine mephistopheles’ surprise when he returns to RAD’s publication office, seeing the human sleeping soundly on the couch. he had left the room for a moment, leaving them to their own devices for a paired research in their shared class. from the open laptop screen with a formal study read through, and the faint consistent breathing of the tired human, mephisto is left in his own thoughts once more. he glances at the uncomfortable sleeping position his research partner is in along with the occasional shiver. he himself cannot tell if it’s the leaving winter cold, or if they are dreaming.

mephisto goes through his copy of work, which he deems enough for the day. not knowing if he can, or if he even should go near to the sleeping human. this time, their features seemed more relaxed, and he felt his face grow hot. for the sake of the human, he closes the curtains, and darkness would have enveloped the room if it weren’t for the cool-shaded lamp and laptop. the demon closes the device, and stands in front of the human’s figure.

mephistopheles removes his coat and places it atop of the human, and a shiver goes down his spine. as he places it on their body, he pauses. his hands still on his coat, and his knuckles grazing on the human. he takes in all of the little features of the exchange student that he had failed to notice then. he takes a deep breath before continuing to place his coat.

the demon sits on the couch, maintaining distance as he, too, starts to doze off.

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thedemises · 1 month

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. . . PAINTING NAILS (BY FORCE)! featuring mephistopheles!

contains! . . . lowercase writing, obey me! shall we date?, some swearing here and there, mephistopheles being a little jerk, probably ooc! mephistopheles cuz idk much about his character-, mc is a human-ram hybrid (having ears, horns, and some other characteristics and traits of a ram), mc is gender neutral, mc is strong?, mephisto being rammed over 💀 (no mepmep was injured in the making of this scenario), does "bloody hell" count as swearing?, got too lazy during the ending so it's kinda rushed 😔, mentioned the demon brothers, simeon, raphael, luke, and solomon! notes! . . . an idea by me and good ol' buddy @ringdabel during a chat of ours that switched from talking about satan to his nails to the other characters to the painted nails of all the obey me characters (except for the angels, mephistopheles, and solomon)👍👍

mephistopheles feels like he ran a marathon but then he has the urge to run another mile because— bloody hell, why is that puny human exchange student so fast?

he, as a noble, never needed to run as much as he would need to in his whole life of existing. already having dozens of quite expensive cars in the ready to transport him with a snap of his fingers—but for some reason mephistopheles felt like running on foot like as if cerberus is hot on his tail was a good option.

wrong.

while most humans don't have much stamina and speed in the first place unless they train hardly for it, from what he had read, there's some others that are given the gift of incredible speed or the natural ability of endurance and stamina. rarely, even both.

and clearly enough—this peasant human, the HUMAN who managed to gain the pacts of all of the seven deadly sins AND survive a whole year in a realm where demons roam and most more likely to eat humans—was this close to snatching the tail cape of his attire off.

“COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHI—”

(well, the said human was turned into a human-ram hybrid when they were transferred to devildom in the first place, so that might've made their speed increase a bit more than an average human's speed—being half ram, after all).

“STOP chasing me, you human peasant!” he makes a sharp turn around a corner, letting his legs take him to demon-lord-knows-where, “i am NOT letting some rubbish paint be applied on my fingernails!!”

with loud yelling responding from behind his back, you declared, “NOT UNTIL YOU COMMIT TO HAVING YOUR NAILS BE PAINTED!!”

mephistopheles doesn't dare to look behind as he kept running in different directions, seemingly beginning to be out of breath when his pace grows irregularly.

the chase eventually doesn't last as long as he expected it to be when he was cornered in a room and then suddenly got rammed to the ground and was pinned down by the forced added weight on his chest, leaving him no other choice than to give up or attempt to resist it.

“KEEP YOUR FLITHY HANDS OFF OF ME!!” a low growl rumbles from his throat with his gritted teeth shown while he attempts to thrash around but you somehow prevent the demon from moving by holding him firmly, restraining his head by wrapping your dominant arm around the noble's neck as you pin down his arms with the other arm of yours.

“not until you let me paint your nails.”

“tch. why is getting my fingernails painted such a big deal to you, human?!” scoffing in disbelief at your insistence, the magenta-haired male tries pushing your body off his back but you don't budge a bit by your stubbornness.

damn, how come you're strong too? aren't humans supposed to be weak?!

“because,” you start, bringing a gloved hand of his closer to you as you inspect it, “doesn't lord diavolo have painted nails? heck, even barbatos and the seven brothers have their nails painted.”

ending your sentence with a determined toothy grin and one of your ram ears flicking a bit, you added, “besides, i think you'll look great with green-ish teal nail polish.”

mephistopheles clicked his tongue at that following a slight eye roll, scowling when you touched the dark patch of the back of his hair, “so? it'll be covered up when I wear my gloves either way, so it's useless and a waste of time.”

“...”

after a bit of eventual bickering, pleading, and some reluctance, mephisto finally agrees to your begging persuading with a, “... fine. but be quick about it though.”

turns out, painting your nails is a long, time-consuming process.

currently inside your room in the house of lamentation (who knows how you sneaked him inside without alerting the others), different nail polishes of varied colors were placed aside as both of you sat comfortably on your bed. as you held his now naked hand (after you told him to take his glove off) while carefully painting his nails in a cool green-ish teal color after prepping them and adding a base coat to make the pigment look better in the outcome, the demon sat in front of you with his legs folded underneath his thighs while resting his buttocks on the heels of his feet, his left arm outstretched to you.

during the mostly silent process, mephistopheles' black eyebrows were furrowed with his chin held slightly upwards as his eyes narrowed with skepticism and they held slight impatience but he didn't say anything. until now.

“why'd you want me to wear nail polish?... human.” his voice trailed off for a second, watching you finish painting his middle finger's nail before moving onto the next digit. response to the question, you shrugged your shoulders.

“don't know. the thought of you not wearing nail polish like the others irritated me—though simeon, raphael, luke, and solomon also don't wear nail polish either; so im gonna do their nails next after you.”

“by ramming into them?”

“no, but you were running away from me so i had no other choice.”

eventually, you finished painting all of the nails of his left hand and let him inspect the finished product before doing his other hand—observing the slightest changes in his expression while you waited for his acknowledgment.

“...”

“...” blinking at his freshly painted fingernails, mephistopheles doesn't speak out loud while he examines his teal-colored nails in silence.

then his eyes, hued a gradient of pear green and chartreuse, glanced up to stare back at you with the slightest satisfaction before darting to the side as the slightest flush appears on his cheeks and the demon nods his head at you slightly.

“... it looks awful.”

taken off guard, you took full offense to this unpleasant reaction. “excuse me? bitch, I took the time to chase you down, ram into you, paint your nails for a painstakingly long time, and this is how you thank me?”

“well i— ... i think it's alright.. i guess.” slightly startled by the sudden shift of attitude, he finally replies that gives you some satisfactory and the demon moves his hand to remove the other glove that his right hand is still wearing until he was eruptedly halted by you grabbing his wrist. “don't,” you firmly told him, dragging it to you and lightly tugged at the edge of his glove, “let the nail polish on your other hand set first for about one to two (1-2) hours before you do anything with it. now, may i?”

the demon's eyelids widened at the extended amount of time before they relaxed and he nodded with his ears turning slightly reddish at the last sentence, giving you permission to take off his glove for him—which you did, peeling it off from his wrist to the fingertips.

with his hand now bare, you begin doing the same prepping process like you did to his other hand before applying nail polish—letting the base coat set for two minutes beforehand and then, painting on the teal colored polish with patience and precise precision; not allowing the green apple-eyed demon to move from his spot (meanwhile, he was just uncharacteristically quietly observing while you worked on his nails—not that he'd admit it to your face or anything).

eventually after a long time, completing the progress of painting mephistopheles' green-ish teal nails and the drying process, you were finished.

after putting your supplies away, you sigh in relief as you flop backwards onto the soft mattress of your bed with your arms sprawled out—not paying attention to the magenta-haired noble in front of you—and closed your eyes.

“finally...” you murmur, making the demon glance at you with an arched eyebrow, “you were a pain in the ass to begin with but at least im finished.”

this ticked off mephistopheles quite a bit, “oi, oi, oi... i stayed completely still for you, peasant! is this how you react after pestering me to paint my nails?!”

“yeah, yeah... whatever.. you can kindly get out of my room now before any of the brothers—especially lucifer—find you, goodnight.”

“h- hey! don't just order me around like you can, human!- OI!!! don't ignore me!! AND DON'T FALL ASLEEP EITHER!!”

“zzZzzZzzzzzZzz...”

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more than they can say

pairing: mephistopheles / gn!mc

established relationship (with mephisto), implied poly!mc, mostly fluff [+ slightly suggestive themes (nothing explicit nor descriptive), with a touch of angst at the end]

seeing your skin decorated with the sigils of seven of the most powerful demons in the Devildom instills a bubbling array of emotions within him, and he finally gives in to fully showing his commitment for you.

[set in the OG timeline, pre-nightbringer]

a/n: a part of this mentions how many years it has been since the start of the exchange program, it's a rough estimate, so if you think i'm wrong pls just ignore it lol

btw, my requests are still open!

Mephistopheles' office in the newspaper club room is a quiet respite from the chaotic hallways of RAD, and usually he'd keep the peace for himself, too engrossed in his own work to care about Levi's yelling at Mammon to return his wallet, or the shriek of terror when Raphael rains down spears when he gets pissed. You hold a special exception, however, and use that privilege as often as you can, casually barging in during lunchtime - to annoy him again, as he would accuse - but never with any bite as to actually deter you from coming.

Despite stepping down from being club president some time ago, he's still very much active in the club, as shown by the multiple drafts and article proposals strewn across his desk. You'll often read some of them for him, and most of the time he'll roll his eyes, take the proposal from your hands, and crumple it before tossing it to the bin - his standards are high, as always.

It wasn't always like this though; you and Mephisto had a rough start on your... friendship, and it really wasn't until you became a member of the student council that he started warming up to you, before inevitably falling for your human charms, as Asmo would call it. Initially he took that phrase literally and seriously thought you cursed him with some infatuation spell, and it took Diavolo laughing at his face to realize that yeah, he was kinda stupid for thinking that - Satan's words, not his. You followed him when he stormed off the student council room that day, and you remember the flush of his cheeks when you confronted him at the gardens, how you implanted in your memory the very first time you felt his lips on yours, his hands desperately holding onto you as if the moment he'd let go, you'd run off elsewhere.

Mephisto is a prideful demon - proud of his status, his strength, his influence, his family; he takes great care in cultivating and maintaining his public image, only acting beyond what is needed during pressing matters. It's why he thinks the concept of pacts goes directly against his values, and for that reason, deems it sacrilege; maybe it's the thought of someone having complete dominion over you should they choose to act as such, or the thought of being bound to another until their souls gets harvested by the reapers - either way, he's never given it a passing thought, even when some high level witch or sorcerer called upon his name using some rudimentary summoning circle.

You asked him about it once, from before you established a relationship with him.

"Pacts? Let me tell you this ahead, human. Those brothers may have willingly given themselves to you, but do not view me the same way you do them."

You've never brought it up again, respecting his feelings on the matter.

"Hey," your thoughts come back to the present with sound of his voice. Turning to him, you cast a questioning glance.

"Yeah? Did something come up?"

"No, nothing like that," he rises from his table, piece of paper in hand. He hands it over to you, signalling you to read it. You eyes quickly scan through the paper, an article proposal of some sort.

"Hm?" you raise your brows in interest. "An interview about having pacts with the demon brothers?"

"Initially, I wanted to toss it aside, but considering that ever since the exchange program, more and more demons have been interested with pacts and such," he explains, although you sense hesitancy in his voice.

"So I assume this interview would be about me?" you inquire.

"Well, yes. Solomon does have a pact with one of the brothers, but I think the student body is more interested about the human who has pacts with all seven of them."

You pause, giving the idea some thought. On one hand, it could prove to be helpful in helping other students understand how pacts function, at least in your case. On the other hand, pacts in general seem to be a very touchy subject for some demons, having polarizing opinions across the board.

"Of course, you are in no obligation to accept. Don't feel like you have to do it," he assures, giving your head a little pat.

You shake your head, a decision already formed. "No, no. I'll do it. I think the pros outweigh the cons enough."

He quirks an eyebrow up, intrigued. "Well, if you're sure about it, then..." he pauses for a while, hesitant. "...I'll have your interview scheduled. I'll text you the details tonight."

It isn't long after you return home to the House of Lamentation that your D.D.D. lights up with Mephisto's name on the screen, a detailed text sent about the interview.

Friday, after class, newspaper club room. Interviewer: Mephistopheles

You send back a quick reply, thanking him for the information, although you have to wonder if he pulled some strings to be the one interviewing you. It'll be a more personal confrontation, so you wouldn't be surprised if the noble demon insisted he be the one to record everything, despite the proposal not being his in the first place. Regardless, you don't dwell on the thought for long, and go on with the rest of your day.

When Friday comes, Mephisto shoots you another text, reminding you about the interview. You assure him that you'll be there, although a bit later than expected as Lord Diavolo asked you to help you sort through some files in the student council room. He puts up no complaints and urges you to finish as fast as you can, to get this over with, as he says in the text.

"I've heard from Mephisto that you'll be interviewed today regarding your pacts?" Diavolo inquires while the two of you go through some documents. Barbatos is somewhere in the corner, arranging some more files for Lucifer to go through at a later time.

"Yeah, I thought it wouldn't hurt to do," you answer. "Plus, there's been a lot of interest lately regarding my relationship with the brothers lately, so I thought it'd be better to go for it now rather than have some random rumor go around."

"Hm, you do have a point," he takes a sip of tea from a cup right next to him, thoughts elsewhere rather than the stack of papers in front of him. "I must admit, even I'm curious about how you went through with it. I only know of Lucifer's since I asked."

"Nothing special, for the most part, really. Although funnily enough, Lucifer helped me out with Mammon's," you laughed, recalling the entire Goldie-in-the-freezer debacle.

"Hah, it sounds like a good story. I'll be looking forward to reading the interview!"

The newspaper club room is empty, save for a lone demon steeping a select brew of tea. The smell indicates that it's your favorite, and a smile graces your lips as you approach the demon from behind, careful not to alert him of your arrival. You feel him freeze for a second the moment you wrap your arms around him from his back, but he immediately relaxes once he realizes who the perpetrator is.

"You're late," he chastises, but there's no bite to his voice. You release him from your hug and approach his side, eager for the tea he's brewing. He catches on fairly quick.

"Go take a seat, I'll bring the tea over once it's done, then we can start the interview."

You hum in acknowledgment, shuffling your way to one of the room's lounge couches. It's rare that the club's main room is this quiet, as usually there's always someone else typing away at their keyboard, or cursing at the printer for not working. Mephisto follows not long after, placing the tea set at the table, pouring you a cup before he does for himself, and takes his seat on a chair in front of you. He stations a recorder in the middle, taking a notebook and flipping through its pages, landing on what you assume to be the pre-prepared questions.

"Whenever you're ready," you signal to him. Nodding his head, he clicks the record button on the recorder, clearing his throat to start.

The start of the interview goes without a hitch - Mephisto introduces himself and you, and he asks fairly simple questions to start. You answer all of them in stride as he jots down any important details in his notes. A little while later is when the heavier questions come in.

"Since you've joined the transfer program roughly three years ago, you've made your own mark on the Devildom. Among such achievements was gaining pacts with all seven avatars of sin. Can you tell us how you went about it?"

"Well," you pause, in thought. "My very first pact was with Mammon, who was assigned to take care of me when I first arrived. Truthfully, I gained his pact in more or less a bargain involving a credit card. It's a long story," you take another pause to laugh at the memory. "Next was Leviathan, who made a pact with me after I beat him in a TSL trivia contest."

You then recount how you made pacts with all the brothers as accurately as you could, refraining from going off topic, as much as you wanted to tell the story of how Satan and Lucifer switched bodies.

"Finally, Lucifer made a pact with me on the last day of the exchange program," you end with the eldest, softly reminiscing that night in his study. "It was... a night I would never forget."

"I see..." Mephisto doesn't miss the tone change of your voice when you say that, and it took all of his willpower to prevent his emotions from showing on his face - keep it professional, he chastises himself in his head, but the more stories you recount of how you got your pacts, each one just as significant as the last, the more emotions start to bubble in his gut. He swallows it all down, pretending to be unaffected, and proceeds with the interview.

"How very... insightful," you notice the slightest bit of bitterness in his voice, although you chalk it up to your hearing, unaware of the mental turmoil going through Mephisto's head. He breathes in, clearing his throat to compose himself.

"Was there any particular reason why you wanted to have pacts with them?"

"Hm..." another pause. You're aware you have to be careful on how you answer this, as the incident with Belphegor has never left the walls of the house.

"I was... trying to help a friend out, initially," you construct a reason while also trying to be truthful. "But eventually it went from that to my pacts being a symbol of who I am to them, and them to me."

"Could you elaborate further?" he presses.

"The brothers are important to me, and I to them. Having pacts with them means that even if we're realms apart, we are always connected. At least, that's how I view it," you smile softly. "I can't control how other humans use their pacts, but to me, it transcends having a demon on your beck and call. It's a two-way street grounded in communication and mutual understanding."

"I... I see."

The air is silent for a moment, the quiet ticking of the recorder being the only backdrop. You glance questioningly at Mephisto, who seemed to be deep in a daze.

"Mephisto?"

"Ah- Sorry," he composes himself, fixing his posture. "I got lost in thought for a second, I apologize."

"It's okay," you assure him. "Do you have anymore questions?"

"Y-Yes," he drifts his eyes back to his notebook. "Your... uh, pact marks, do you keep them visible?"

"Some of them are pretty easy to hide," you start pointing at different areas of your body. "But they're pretty easy to hide with magic. Solomon taught me how to."

"Is there... a specific reasoning for the placements?"

"For the most part, yes. Although... when I made my pact with Mammon, it was a bit haphazard, so we didn't really get to think it through."

The demon across you nods, his eyes fixed on yours. As if in a trance, you hold the gaze along.

"Last question."

He inhales.

"If... If another demon were to ask for a pact with you, how would you respond?"

"Well..." you start, formulating a thought. It's an odd question, and you can't help but think there was some underlying meaning to it. "...It depends. Unlike Solomon, I'd rather only have pacts with demons I... hold with personal importance."

He nods silently, although you don't miss the way his shoulders release from tension, almost in relief. He reaches over and clicks stop on the recorder, signifying the end of the interview.

"Thank you for your time. It was... an insightful interview," he stands up, patting his school coat down.

"Is there... something else you wanted, Mephisto?" you inquire, noticing the way he keeps glancing and looking away from you, sensing hesitancy in his person. He responds with a sharp inhale, walking over to stand in front of you, kneeling down to your level.

"Mephisto...?" flustered and confused, you allow him to take your hand, his temperature chilly. You can tell he's nervous about something.

"May I... May I see your pact marks?"

You didn't expect the question, and for a moment you stare at him in surprise. His eyes though, are transfixed to yours, sincere in his request.

"I... I don't mind, but may I ask why...?"

"It's simply... out of curiosity. I won't push you if you're uncomfortable with it."

"No, no, it's fine," you assure him again. Slowly, you start unbuttoning your school coat before he assists you in taking it off, folding it neatly to the side, all still while kneeling in front of you. You roll the sleeves of your inner shirt, unbuttoning the first few buttons, unsure if you should continue. You look at him, his face flustered, as he mumbles a soft "you don't need to take it all off." Laughing lightly, you take his hand, chanting the spell to undo the concealment of your pacts. One by one, they appear across your skin, as he glances upon each one as they show.

The marks span scattered across your entire body, from your arms, to your chest, to your back. Mephisto takes his finger and traces around them, being particular about not touching them. He furrows his brows when he comes across a prominent mark - Lucifer's, easy to tell with its commanding presence on your skin. You shudder when he encircles its perimeter, still careful not to actually touch any of it. He stops when he reaches your wrist, grasping it lightly with both of his hands, before bringing it to his face as he plants a kiss where your pulse is. If your face wasn't already red - your entire body is now, too.

"Mephisto...?" you whisper, yet his eyes still linger on the space where he planted a kiss.

"Would you... would you laugh at me if I asked you to make a pact with me?" his voice quivers, hesitant, yet clear. He raises his head to meet your eyes, and you chalk it up to your imagination when his looks fiercely verdant, even more so than usual.

You take your free hand, cupping his cheek. He leans into your touch, but his eyes don't waver, anticipating an answer.

"Why would I laugh?" you finally respond.

"I've told you before why I deemed pacts unnecessary... Yet, when you speak about yours, I can't help but long for a stronger connection with you. I fear it's... quite unbecoming of me to feel this way," he breathes out, as if he's been holding it in his entire life. Leaning forward, you kiss the space between his eyes, and he hums in gratuity.

"Mephisto..." his eyes return to you, as the grip on your hand becomes firmer.

"Would you like to make a pact with me?"

His response is wordless, taking your wrist he's been holding this entire time. Bringing it close to his face once again, he closes his eyes, as you feel the familiar surge of magic seep into you when a pact is formed.

"From now, until the end of our days," he whispers, setting your hand down. A new sigil on the wrist pulse where he kissed makes itself known to you, his fingers mindlessly tracing it like a familiar memory.

"I am yours," he finishes.

When you lean down to meet his lips in a desperate kiss, you feel him smile, and he tastes the tears that run down your face from his bold profession.

Mephisto is, as usual, at his desk in the newspaper club room. It's one of those nights that demanded his full attention, deadlines fast approaching, so he works overtime, going through and proofreading every article before gaining his final stamp of approval.

He stands up stretching, eager to take a break from his workload. Noticing the empty teapot on his table, he takes it to brew another batch of tea. He scans his options until he lands on a familiar brew - your favorite. Smiling to himself, he takes said brew, preparing to steep it to accompany him on the final leg of his work.

That is, until a sharp jolt passes through his chest, prompting him to drop the pot into countless pieces as he keels over in searing pain. It's unlike anything he's experienced before, almost as if something is being ripped off of him.

It's then that he finally notices.

Initially thinking of it as a trick of light, he hurriedly rips off his gloves, to where his pact mark with you was etched - on his wrist, the same space where he gave you his mark.

It's gone.

It's gone, and he can't feel you.

Scrambling to his feet, he races back to his desk, uncaring of the mess he's making, throwing the documents across the room to finally, finally get to his D.D.D.

Before he can even open the thing and dial for your contact, the screen lights up.

Lucifer's calling.

He's thankful that the hallways of RAD are completely empty at this hour, as the moment he hangs up on his call with the demon of pride, he lets out the most anguished, distressed scream the academy's walls will ever know, your name buried in echoes.

a/n: after rereading i realize the ending might imply you died, but no i promise it's just a cheeky little way to connect to your disappearance in nightbringer help

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iameliseposts · 1 year

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Headcanons of dating Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon, Mephistopheles, and Raphael?

Dating Headcanons - Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon, Mephistopheles, Raphael

The first post since I was back! Thank you for waiting anon. I hope the hcs are worth the wait! I hope you enjoy!

Diavolo:

Each day is living the rich dream

Diavolo will definitely ask you to live with him in Demon Lord Castle

Spoiled day in and day out by your loving boyfriend

Mention something you wanted and it appears on your bed within the hour

If you decide to spend time in the student council room, he’ll definitely appreciate your company

He appreciates you so much and wants to spend as much time with you as his position allows

Diavolo’s act of affection is definitely quality time

You’ll both spend your time chatting away as the sound of Diavolo’s pen harmonizes in the background

Barbatos:

Pampered by your beloved

You’re hungry? Barbatos has made lunch

You’re tired? Barbatos has prepared your bed

You want company? Barbatos will provide you with all the love you want

His presence is like a ray of sunlight that makes you feel warm and protected

Barbatos’ act of affection are acts of service

Even though he is Diavolo’s butler, he stills helps you with any and everything

You both love to have little tea party dates

And of course Barbatos knows your favourite tea flavours!

Simeon:

Loved by the purest of loves

Simeon has never been in love before you, especially not after the Celestial War incident

So he’s a little new with relationships, but his devotion is true

Invites you over to Purgatory Hall on the regular because you brighten up his days

Simeon’s act of affection are words of affirmation

He has no shame to tell you now much he adores you and how he was lucky to have met you

He wears a little smile after he rambles about his love for you and look at that, your heart is doing loops!

Solomon:

The thrill remains to matter the years

Dating Solomon is the most exhilarating relationship you’d had

Whether it be testing new potions, traveling across realms or dealing with the Sorcerer’s Association, there’s always something fun!

You wish to know something? No problem! Solomon is known as Solomon the Wise after all

Solomon’s act of affection is giving and receiving gifts

He’s been everywhere since he’s lived for so long

You want something strange or exotic? Solomon knows where to get it and will buy it for you, even if you didn’t ask

And if you decided to give him something, why, it would make him happier than anything in all the 3 realms!

Mephistopheles:

Devoted and true

He lets you call him any abbreviation of his name

It’s obvious you’re his favourite just by the way he talks to you

He’s a lot gentler when talking to you; the last thing he wants is to say something harsh and make you upset

Mephistopheles’ act of affection is giving and receiving gifts

He’ll buy you the finest clothes, jewelry and chocolate money can buy

If you refuse because of the price, then he’ll try making something for you

It’s a new concept for him, making things from scratch, but for you he’ll do it

Though, he might need your help and pricking his finger with the needle 20 times

Raphael:

His face might be stoic, but his heart isn’t

You’ve been in the Devildom for far longer than him, so you showed him the ropes

There’s one easy way to avoid being attacked by Raphael’s spears of light and that’s hiding behind you

After all, a spear wouldn’t even go near you on his watch

Raphael’s act of affection is quality time

Raphael is interested in any hobbies you have and would love to join you

Study dates are common as he likes the company while studying hard

Sitting at a small round table together, asking each other study questions while holding hands

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luxthestrange · 9 months

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Incorrect quotes#862 ACCIDENTALLY-

Mephisto: I accidentally slept with the transfer student/attendant

Demon Friend:...Really?

Mephisto: Yes.

Demon Friend: You accidentally slept with Mc The Human/Mc the attendant of the brothers...Accidentally.

Mephisto: Yes.

Demon Friend: I don't understand, did you trip over something?

Mephisto:...

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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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kurooblossom · 1 year

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MC HAS AN NIGHTMARE (PART 3)

♡ Characters: Barbatos, Mephistopheles, Raphael

♡ Warnings: established relationships (various types), fluff, gender neutral, light angst, not proof read

♡ A/N: ...I didn’t intend to take over half a year to write this final part. 😅 On the bright side, I have finished the normal lessons since the last post sooo. 😂 I’ll take whatever wins I can get.

I do apologize for not doing a part for Thirteen. I couldn’t get anything down that I would be happy with and I just wanted to get this out since everyone else was already done. I don’t know if there will be another part for her specifically, but I guess we’ll see. No promises there.

♡ Part 1 ♡ Part 2 ♡ Part 3

With fresh tears still in their eyes, MC rolled over in their bed and reached for their D.D.D. With shaky hands, they scrolled through their contacts until they found their name. Despite the time at the top of their screen, they pressed their name and dialed him.

♕ BARBATOS

The demon butler is in the midst of his daily chores around the Demon Lord’s Castle when his D.D.D vibrates in his pocket. It’s late in the night and the vast majority of Lord Diavolo’s daily tasks are done, so he freely reached into his pocket and pulled out the device. His eyes lit up when he saw MC’s name across the top of the screen.

“Hello?” He answered, a small smile on his lips.

At first, all he heard is the faint sniffling from the other side, and admittedly, he thought the human maybe accidentally called him, but that thought was quickly dismissed when MC’s voice comes across the line.

“Barbatos?” They squeaked out.

“Yes, MC?”

“I-” they managed out before breaking out into around round of sobs.

“Where are you? Are you at the House of Lamentation?” Barbatos asked after a moment. MC hummed. “I’ll be right there.”

Be right there he was. The demon butler opened a portal to the human's room and stepped through. His shoulders fell at the sight of the human. They were curled up underneath the lavender sheets, curled into their mountain of pillows, tissues in their grip.

Silently, he crossed the room and crawled onto their bed behind them, wrapping his arms around their waist. The human immediately relaxed into his embrace, whimpering slightly as he pressed a kiss to their temple.

“Everything is okay now, my dear,” Barbatos murmured. “You’re okay.”

The demon butler didn’t know what had spooked the human, but he would wait to find out. What mattered was making sure they were okay.

♕ MEPHISTOPHELES

Mephistopheles was still at his computer working on the next edition of the newspaper when he sees his D.D.D light up in his peripheral. Begrudgingly, he grabbed the device when he saw the contact displayed on the bright screen and answered.

“This best be important, I’m busy—“ his words die on his lips when he heard MC’s sniffle on the other side. “MC?”

“Mephisto…” MC sniffled.

“What happened?” He frowns.

Through sobs and sniffles, the human explained the best they could about what had happened, leaving out the details they didn’t care to share. The demon sat patiently on the line, softly reassuring them when their breath hitched, reminding them to breathe much like when he does the same for his younger brother. Eventually, when MC finishes, they go quiet for a moment. Unsure of if they should ask about the question that lingered in their mind.

“What’s going through that head of yours?” Mephisto asked softly. “I can practically hear the gears turning from here.”

It was silent for a moment on the line before they meekly said.

“C-Can I come over?”

"Always. The door will always be open for you.”

The human slightly smiled at the change in the demon’s character, his cold exterior gone, replaced temporarily with a warmer one. Knowing better than to point it out at a moment like this, they kept their note of his change to themselves.

“I’ll be right there.”

♕ RAPHAEL

The angel was doing laundry with Solomon when his D.D.D vibrated on the coffee table next to the piles of clothes. He thought nothing of it as he answered when he saw the contact pop up on his lockscreen. The human sorcerer he lived with regularly was up until the early parts of the morning, maybe MC was just like him?

“Raphael?” MC called out meekly when he answered.

“Yes?” Raphael frowned.

The angel stood from his place next to the sorcerer, silently dismissing himself before he stepped into the kitchen, closing the door behind him. His frown deepened as they sniffled and sobbed into his ear.

“I need your help.” The human cried. “Can you come over?”

“I’ll be right there,” Raphael replied with no hesitation.

Raphael was true to his word. He was quick to leave Purgatory Hall, calling out to Solomon as he left, and arrived at the House of Lamentation in no time. He texted MC just before he arrived, telling them of his whereabouts so they could be ready for him.

When the angel arrived, he was eagerly greeted by the human. The front doors opened and MC rushed into Raphael’s arms. His eyes widened at the sudden and unfamiliar contact, but he didn’t pull away. Carefully, he readjusted them and wrapped his own arms around them, leaning his head against theirs as they nuzzled into his bare neck.

“Thank you.”

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kpop-otome-yandere-here · 2 years

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Y/n: [standing outside Lucifer's window with a "PROM?" sign]

Mephistopheles: [leaning out the window] Oh, my God, YES!

Y/n: NO! TELL LUCIFER!

Mephistopheles: Lucifer, I'm going to prom with your partner!

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Hi! I was wondering if I could request gnMc sneaking Mephistopheles and/or Solomon into the house of lamentation to hang out and spend the night in their room (sfw or nsfw) Thank you so much!

Ive been really loving your writing!

Thank you! I hope you will love this one as well. I considered doing SFW, but NSFW brain won that battle.

Sneaking Solomon and Mephistopheles in for the night

(Solomon x gn!MC) (Mephistopheles x gn!MC)

(NSFW)

Solomon

“Howdy,” Solomon greeted you from your bed with a cheeky wave as you walked in.

“Shh, they’ll hear you,” you hushed him and quickly locked the door. You told him to teleport into your room while everyone was having dinner, you just didn’t expect to find him sprawled out in your bed when you returned. He didn’t have to be so loud about saying hello to you. He didn’t have to be half-dressed either. “Are you naked under that robe?”

“Want to come and find out?” Solomon stretched a hand out to you, motioning you to join him in bed.

“The night’s still young; ask again later. Looks like something Asmo would buy,” you commented, walking into your bathroom to brush your teeth.

“How’d you guess?” Solomon laughed, “he actually bought this for me a few months ago. It’s a bit too sexy to wear around Purgatory Hall, though. I might even seduce Simeon looking like this. Asmo wanted me to model it for him, too.”

“Did you?” you asked, toothbrush still in your mouth.

“What do you think?” Solomon was so coy sometimes. He waited for your answer while you continued to brush your teeth, the door opened between you. This kind of familiarity was part of why you invited Solomon to spend the night.

You had to sneak him by the brothers. There would be no peace or alone time if they knew Solomon was in your room. Luckily, Solomon’s magic was strong enough to disguise his presence. He even gave you a magic charm to hang up near your door a week in advance to help detract from his sudden appearance. That’s also why you had him teleport during dinner: the expected day-to-day commotion at that time would be relatively high. It’d be easier to sneak him in the more distracted the brothers were. You lucked out that Leviathan and Satan were bickering over the anime adaptation of a book in the background of Lucifer lecturing everyone else about their recent test scores – except for Belphegor, whose only problem was that the only time he was awake for that class was to take the test. All of that had made it possible for Solomon to be there with you now.

You spit into the sink and washed your mouth out before getting back to Solomon. He was still lounging in your bed, laying on his stomach and leisurely swinging one leg. The lacy trim of the robe was slowly rising up the back of Solomon’s thighs, and from this distance, you could tell that the fabric was almost sheer. Not one to pass up an opportunity, you squeezed the back of his thigh – snaking your fingers beneath the hem of his robe. “I think you should have kept this pretty little number for my eyes only, but you showed him anyway because it’s Asmo.”

“O-oh?” Solomon stuttered, his confidence shattered with a tiny touch. He composed himself with a chuckle and rolled over so he could look at you. “Two for two. Want to make another guess and try for three?”

“I think,” you hummed and crawled over him in bed, “I was already right three times.”

“What?”

“Asmo got you the robe. You tried it on for him, and,” your fingers ran up his thighs until you hit his hip, “you’re not wearing anything under this. That’s three.”

Solomon gulped, his face flushed pink. “I thought you wanted to wait for later.”

“It is later.” Any plans of just relaxing in bed with Solomon had gone out the window when he showed up looking like that. He’s always been so pretty – he didn’t need to exacerbate your desire for him. You could hang out alone anywhere given the right opportunity. You could be homebodies snuggling in bed another time – and it would probably be easier at Purgatory Hall. You wouldn’t have Solomon in your bed again for a while, and you were both restraining a desire so starved that it shouldn’t have had so much strength. So, naturally, you wanted to unravel Solomon right then and there.

There was something about the domestic feeling of knowing that he can fall asleep with you and wake up in your bed that softened the edges around Solomon. He couldn’t joke and tease like he usually would when he was so overwhelmed by the fact that he was in your bed. He’d never felt more like your lover in that moment. Any touch you offered him, he’d take and savor so greedily that he’d give Mammon a run for his money. You could do anything you wanted to him.

It was hard for Solomon to choose between trying to commit every darkened corner of your room to memory – how the noises you were both making resonated against every wall – and focusing on your precious face as you fucked him and caressed his body. He let out such a sweet, restrained moan. He was trying so hard to be quiet; if he bit his lip just slightly harder, he’d break the skin and start to bleed – and he’d still be begging you, “MC, kiss me. Shut me up, please?”

You had to oblige him – not least because he sounded so desperate. His eyes appeared a soft, cloudy grey that darkened as his eyelids fluttered shut, as if you would make a stormy night out of him, all thunderous moans and glorious sparks. Even kissing wasn’t enough to quiet Solomon, and his hungry moans sent vibrations into your mouth.

Somehow, you managed to go a few rounds without anyone hearing before you were both sprawled out on the bed, entirely spent. In the smallest, quietest voice he had managed all night, Solomon asked, “should we go shower?”

“You want to?”

“I always wanted to have you wash my hair before I go to bed. I’d do the same for you,” Solomon admitted in a dreamy daze. He was too cute.

“Okay, let’s go do that.”

Solomon, having been prepared, had an alarm to wake him before any of the brothers would likely be up and about. Unfortunately, morning Solomon didn’t care, and he wanted to spend more time in your arms, which resulted in a hasty escape when Mammon came knocking at your door. He swore he felt magic from the other side of the door, and the room vaguely smelled of sex (but he would never bring that up), so the entire day consisted of Mammon trying to accuse you of sneaking someone into your room last night and wrap his brothers up in the hunt for the culprit with the only evidence he was willing to provide being him sensing magic on the other side of the door. No one was convinced.

Mephistopheles

He asked for this – even after you told him that you could easily come up with an excuse to spend the night with him at his place. No one would interrupt you there. He covered his eyes with his hand. The white glove seemed to bring out the faintest tint of pink in his face. Mephisto looked around the newspaper club room and out the windows to ensure you were truly alone.

“That’s part of the kink,” he mumbled.

“What?”

“I told you it was stupid and a bad idea,” Mephisto complained.

“No, it’s not. Just explain from the beginning, okay?” You took his hand to reassure him.

“Thanks.” Mephisto placed a kiss on your hand and continued, “so, when you asked me the other day if there was anything I wanted to try with you, I thought for a while. Well, I want to have sex with you in your bed at the House of Lamentation. It’s not just the sex – we could have sex anywhere. I could lock the door right now – hell, I could leave it unlocked and wide open – and fuck you right here in this room. But I want to fuck you in your own bed, right under Lucifer and his brother’s noses. I don’t know if it’s an exhibitionist kink or a possessive and jealous trait or some combination. I just thought about it and wanted it so much. We don’t have to.”

He sounded so hesitant and unsure of himself – which you honestly weren’t sure he was capable of. Mephisto was being vulnerable with you, and he was scared that you would resent him for it.

“Even if I refused your request, I’m not going to recoil with disgust at you. I know you’re a demon, and your desires don’t scare me.” You caressed his burning face with your free hand. “I’ll sneak you in tonight, if you want me to.”

Mephisto pulled you into his arms and kissed your face all over, occasionally chuckling at his success in this endeavor.

You used a classic to sneak him in. You declared that you were turning in early, and once everyone seemed preoccupied, quietly – and not-so-quietly – adjusted into their nights, you opened your window and Mephisto climbed through because demon windows don’t need screens or something. Fancy rich people windows maybe?. He didn’t make a show of entering your room, and even his clothes were barely considered before he arrived. Nothing mattered more to him than getting his hands on you.

Originally, Mephisto’s intention was to pleasure you until you were moaning his name loud enough to reach Lucifer’s ears. Just the thought of you cumming for him in your own bed, and how you could go to sleep every night for weeks and months after, thinking about everything he had done to you in that very place, filled him with pride. However, the second you pull a moan out of him, another idea took over his lust-clouded mind. He imagined one of the brothers walking by – especially Lucifer – and hearing him moan for you as if he was in heat and you were fucking him senseless. It hit him that he was in your bed, too, and that meant you had chosen him over everyone else – at least for the night.

Mephisto’s moaning got louder the closer he got to climaxing. Every sultry moan of your name and erotic gasp that parted his lips filled the room. He was so sexy as he combed his hair back with his fingers and panted. Whether it was because he wanted to keep going and make as much noise as possible or because he was more turned on than he had ever been or simply because he finally had all night with you, Mephisto kept you up early into the morning.

You only got two hours of rest before Lucifer reluctantly knocked at your door to dispose of the trash from the night before. No one really wanted to interrupt last night since it had already gone so far that Mephisto was practically yelling by the time they realized, but all of the brothers, most of all Lucifer, would be damned a second time around if they were going to let Mephisto snuggle with you all morning.

“Get out of the house, Mephisto.” Lucifer crossed his arms at your door.

Mephisto groaned and pulled you closer. “Good morning, MC. Hope your morning sucks, Lucifer.”

“Mephisto,” you cautioned him, still half-asleep.

“You’re here, so it does,” Lucifer groaned. “Get up, get dressed, get out. You have five minutes before you become a new chandelier in the living room. And MC, we’ll discuss this further later, but for now, I just need you to understand that I’m disappointed in your taste. Next time, sneak in at least a Solomon or higher.”

“You hate Solomon,” you mention.

“Yeah.” Lucifer turned and left the room, checking his watch. He yelled through the door, “four minutes and 28 seconds.”

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