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mellowmagnolia · 1 year

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How about some Mephisto slow burn? (well, as slow as it can be for a smut anyway)

Here Mephistopheles is a wet kitten of a man, who's too shy to make a move on MC but thanks to the "only one bed" trope they end up fucking anyway <3

So enjoy an AFAB + feminine reader, reader is called a lady so fair warning <3

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Today you and the brothers were packing up to go on a trip to the city organized by Diavolo. The Purgatory Hall residents were invited as well, and it seems like Mephisto insisted to come on this trip as well. Aside from Mephistopheles' self invite, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. You were all staying at the Three Legged Crow Hotel and it seems like you, Lucifer and Mephisto were the only ones with rooms all to yourselves. Even the Demon Prince had Barbatos sleep in the same chambers as him, as per tradition.

Things seemed pretty straightforward and easy - until you got to the hotel, to find out there's been a mixup and that Mephisto's room wasn't actually booked (something about his presence being announced later on that led to this from what you could pick-up from the brothers' shouting). So now you were in the following predicament: one of you had to share a room with him.

"I'll happily offer you my room!" shouted Diavolo in a cheerful tone. "I'd love to spend time with the brothers more." He extended his arms at that statement and everyone started exchanging panicked looks.

"Lord Diavolo-"

"My Lord, I-" Both Lucifer and Barbatos spoke up at the same time. They exchanged a glance and Lucifer gestured for Barbatos to continue. Barbatos subtly cleared his throat.

"My Lord, I don't think that's a wise thing to do." The butler continued.

"Oh. Why's that, Barbatos?" The prince seemed genuinely curious.

"Well, it's advised for His Highness' to have his own chamber for safety reasons."

"Oh, Barbatos, don't be silly! These are my friends!" With another broad gesture, Diavolo emphasized his point. The brothers were slowly starting to feel more awkward.

"Excellent point, My Lord", you could see the Royal Butler struggling to find the words he needed to express his vehement refusal "but might I suggest that this is also a way to make your subjects at large keep respecting your position? I understand your feelings of friendship, but as a future king, some limits are beneficial." Diavolo seemed to ponder this and in the end, he gave a small nod, which made Barbatos let out a small sigh of relief. But that relief didn't last long as the brothers, as if awoken from their stupor, started to argue again about who will make space for Mephistopheles.

"Are you shitting me? I don't need a second Lucifer watching over my every move. I'm supposed to be on vacation here, for goodness' sake!" Mammon protested. Lucifer just raised an eyebrow at him, but didn't make any other move to offer the demon his room. Everyone knew how much The Newspaper's Club's president wasn't too fond of Lucifer, and the Avatar of Pride seemed to reciprocate his feelings.

"Oh, don't be ridiculous!" Exclaimed Mephisto. "As if I'm anything like that stuck-up control freak!" Everyone seemed to avoid looking directly into the demon's eyes after that statement. You just sighed. Here goes your peace, you thought, as you opened your mouth.

"You can stay with me if you'd like." You said, dejected.

"As if! I'm not gonna roomie with, with a-a", Mephistopheles gestured frantically in your face "a human!" To your right, you could feel Lucifer grinding his teeth in annoyance. He grabbed a hold of Mephisto's shoulder and gave him his best, most courteous smile he could muster.

"I suggest you take what you're offered, Mephistopheles." Lucifer squeezed his hand around the demon's shoulder. Mephisto could only manage a small gulp, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Alright, fine!" His hands flew up in defeat, managing to escape from Lucifer's ever-tightening hold. "But I'm not willingly doing this, just for the record." He pouted. Frankly, you found him quite cute at that moment. He reminded you of Mammon's tsundere moments.

Everyone was seemingly satisfied by that outcome, all except for Mammon, who was now protesting the fact that Mephisto gets to sleep in the same room with you, while him, your first, had to room with Levi. Levi seemed agitated by that prospect as well, and now the energy of unrest seemed to spread as everyone slowly realized what a privilege the demon had. Before another argument could start, though, Lucifer shot them a threatening glare, which seemed to do the trick, the brothers slowly returning to their respective bedrooms to unpack.

As you got to your room, with Mephisto still grumbling behind you, you stopped dead in your tracks as soon as you saw the bed. A queen sized bed would've been awaiting for you to enjoy on your own, if only that little incident didn't happen. Now it was your time to (internally) protest. Life can be so unfair sometimes. Suddenly, you were pulled out of your thoughts as something bumped in your shoulder.

"Ow! Watch your step, human! What are you even stopping for?" But as soon as he lifted his blushing face from your shoulder and took a peek inside the hotel room, he started blushing for a different, dirtier reason. He kept looking at the bed in awe. as if his gaze alone would make it split into two beds. He hated that his mind took him there right away. Thinking of your body pressed to his as you were fast asleep, thinking about seeing you in pyjamas, such an intimate sight. It felt so wrong, but his mind wouldn't stop thinking about it.

"Alright, we'll make do, I guess." You interrupted his reverie consisting of more and more indecent thoughts. He looked at you as if surprised you were actually next to him and not just a figment of his imagination and in a few more seconds, his brain caught up to reality and he started fumbling with his travel bags.

"Fine, then move! I have to unpack." He moved inside the room without glancing in your direction. In fact, one could even say that he was avoiding looking into your eyes. You just gave a shrug at his weird behaviour. Come to think of it, when was Mephisto not acting weird?

You took your small luggage to the other side of the bed and started sorting through your clothes and essentials. Right, for tonight you needed a set of comfy clothes in case you guys decided to hang out in each others' rooms after completing your itinerary for the day, you also pulled out everything you needed for your shower and then it was finally down to your pyjama set, which you were dying to try on, as it was brand new. You smiled at the cute bears and hearts adorning it and traced your fingers over the frills on your shorts - so cute! Unbeknownst to you, Mephisto was also admiring your pyjama set with you. It reminded him of one of his favorite childhood dolls. He loved to pretend she's just going through her daily routine while he changed her outfits and put her in different parts of the doll house. She also had a frilly pyjama. He shook his head as if to dismiss those pesky thoughts. How could he compare a simple human to his beloved Lucille? He huffed in annoyance. He didn't know, nor did he care what your did to have all those brothers and even the angels and Lord Diavolo wrapped around your finger, but he refused to succumb to your seductive ways.

After everyone finished unpacking, it was time to go to the carnival in town. It was there for just three days, and you arrived just in time for its last day there. There were plenty of rides and food stalls, there were games to play and even fortunes that could be read. In short, you had a wide variety to choose from. Everyone seemed delighted. Asmo quickly took Solomon's hand to come with him and get a love reading. Simeon and Luke stopped by a stand where the big prize for the game was a goldfish. Beel took Belphie to go eat some galaxy themed cotton candy. Diavolo convinced Lucifer to come with him and Barbatos on the Ferris wheel, and everyone else seemed to disperse, going to whatever peaked their interest. In just a matter of minutes, it was just you and Mephistopheles in the middle of the carnival, looking dumbfounded. Mephisto just crossed his arms and looked at you expectantly.

"Now what?" He tapped his boot impatiently to the ground.

"I don't know? Let's take a look around see what catches our eye." You gave a shrug and a small laugh, inching towards one of the stands with shiny trinkets on display.

"Oh great! What great fun we'll have." He rolled his eyes, not attempting to mve.

"You know you could try being less of an asshole and actually try to enjoy things?" You snapped out of nowhere. That took even you by surprise. Where did that snarky reply come from? Were you really that frustrated by the events of today? Jesus, you had to calm down. Realizing that the demon was still to reply to your outburst, you searched his face for any signs of irritation. His permanent scowl didn't help you determine much about the current situation. Still looking at him expectantly, he huffed and threw his arms in defeat.

"Fine, I guess. Let's see what catches our eye." Came finally his reply. You let out the breath you were holding. Alright, if you were careful, this evening could even turn out kind of pleasant for the two of you.

You finally decided to take the lead and guided him to the stand you were eyeing earlier. There were lots of tiny sculptures made of stone and metal, some expensive looking jewelry, cute keychains and your eyes landed on the cutest pendant you've seen in a while. It reminded you of those crusty white dogs that you used to love as a child. It was a poodle with tiny hearts where the cuffs were supposed to be. You immediately exclaimed in excitement and showed Mephisto your discovery. He just gave you one of his rare appreciative smiles. Pulling out your wallet, you decided to ask the seller how much the pendant was, but your heart dropped the moment you heard the price. You immediately put the wallet back and smiled awkwardly, trying to subtly gesture to Mephisto that you should leave this overpriced stand. Instead, his eyes kept concentrating on the pendant and he got to talking with the seller about the materials used, hearing some appreciation for the craftsmanship between questions. You decided that you've had enough, and went off to wander to the food stalls. As you were eyeing some fried doughy goodness, Mephisto seemed to finally have decided to rejoin you.

"Ugh, these are terrible for your health!" You could hear him exclaim as you approached the seller hypnotized.

"One with apple sauce and another with white chocolate please!" You handed him the money as Mephisto still seemed to be droning on about how detrimental these foods are, not to mention how poor the quality of the ingredients was. The moment he saw you take the donuts, he paused and sputtered.

"Wha-? Did you not hear a word of what I just said?"

"Not really", you said, licking white chocolate sauce from between your fingers. Mephisto paused, watching you attentively. He could feel the oncoming lightheadedness and put more of his weight on his cane.

"Are you alright?" You stopped between bites to look at him.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be? It's that disgusting food you're eating that's making me feel sick to my stomach. Let's get moving!" He took initiative this time, rushing ahead of you, albeit he didn’t know what direction he was heading to. He just wanted to get out of there. You followed right behind, which made the demon groan, wanting nothing to do with you anymore. Not if that meant you were going to use your dirty tricks to make him fall for you as well.

He ended up coming face to face with the Ferris Wheel. It was your turn to bump into his shoulder today, as you looked around for what made him stop. Realizing it's the Ferris Wheel, you gave him a wide smile.

"Oh, I didn't take you for such a romantic, Mephisto!" You teased.

"Shut up, I am not! And I'm not Mephisto for you either." As he was trying to convince you that it was purely by accident you two ended up there, he could feel his ears get hotter and hotter.

"Sure, sure." You waved your free hand dismissively. "Come on, let's go get tickets!" You shouted after him as you started moving towards the entrance. The demon felt like he was reaching his limit with you, but he rushed by your side as you were about to hand the money to the seller in the booth.

"Two tickets please." He spoke before you could end the transaction.

"Sir, but the lady-" The demon in the booth interjected, confused.

"Yes, the lady is with me. As I said, two tickets please!" He shoved a bunch of bills into the booth. The demon scrambled for the tickets, handing them to Mephisto, as he was calculating how much change he had to give. "Keep the change." He said, as he grabbed your hand and rushed towards the ride.

You were still processing Mephistopheles' rare moment of chivalry as you sat down on the bench. The demon had a harder time getting on, but he managed before you could offer him your hand. He sat down as far from you as he could possibly manage and you watched the ground slowly disappear from beneath you as you started your ascension. The carnival lights were beautiful and soon you were able to see the starry night sky above you. The view was breathtaking. You felt like you were swimming amongst the stars. From the opposite side of the bench, though, you could feel a tremble reaching you. You looked at Mephisto who was clearly uncomfortable.

"What's up? Do you have a fear of heights?" You asked. His eyes snapped to yours in a panic you've never seen before and he sputtered.

"Of course not, what a silly thing to say! It's merely the chilly air from being this high up." You realized he was trying to deflect. But you decided to play along.

"Alright, let's move closer to each other then." Mephistopheles gave you the most frightened look, his hands clenching around the safety bar, as he was attempting but failing to scoot closer. "Come on, give me your hand. It'll be alright!" You extended your hand and waited, looking him straight in the eye with the most assuring smile you could muster. That seemed to work, as he cautiously removed one hand from the bar and grabbed yours as soon as he let go. You closed your warm palm around his sweaty one and he seemed to relax a little. "It's alright, see? We're safe." He could barely bring himself to look up from your intertwined fingers, but his eyes slowly glided towards the night sky. And indeed, for a moment, he seemed to forget he was in a ride that made him fear for his life. Instead, he was surrounded by celestial objects from millions of miles away, sparkling gently in a veil of darkness. His gaze then moved to your face, watching your content smile as your were admiring the view yourself. He felt himself relax. You were there for him. And you looked so self-assured in that moment when you offered him your hand, the demon could do nothing more than believe you.

Once you were off the ride and found you way back to the others, Mephisto seemed to be back to his usual snarky self. Not that you minded too much, but it was nice to see the demon shut up for once and even cute, you might add, judging by the way he was gripping your hand for dear life. Coming back to the hotel room, you realized just how exhausted you were. You collapsed unceremoniously on the bed, seeming to forget about the noble's presence for a while.

"And what exactly do you think you're doing, laying in bed with those dirty clothes you went outside with?" He jammed his cane in your side.

"Ow, hey! I was just laying here for a moment, no need to make such a fuss about it." You protested, rubbing at your ribs. Damn that stupid, fancy cane of his.

"Go wash off that city grime and then we can talk." His reponse seemed final. You grumbled and took your shower supplies with you, not forgetting the cute pyjamas.

Finally, after half an hour of relaxing under the steamy warmth of the shower, you got out, donning on your frilly PJ set. Mephistopheles eyed you up and down and jumped from the bed with his towel and own supplies in hand.

"Finally! Thought you slipped and fell." He pursed his lips, immediately entering the bathroom and locking the door after him. You just regarded it as one of his many mood swings and plopped down into bed after switching off the light. After putting your DDD to charge, you left the lamp on his side of the bed switched on and drifted off to sleep.

At some point after that, Mephisto exited the bathroom only to find you sleeping. He seemed almost relieved by this development. Now he could breathe easily without feeling like you're scrutinizing his every move, every face muscle contorting in a scowl in an effort to not let his true feelings be discovered. It was honestly getting exhausting for him. He didn't know when and how you managed, but you've captured his heart along with the others'. But he wasn't ready yet to admit it to you. Hell, he was barely ready to admit it to himself. So it was best if you still saw him as the snobby noble who couldn't stand the mere thought of a human, let alone one in flesh and bone in front of him. He sighed as he rummaged through his pockets and found the pendant you were enamored with at the stall. He set it on the nightstand, looking at the poodle's ruby eyes. He didn't know when or even if he'd have the courage to give it to you, but the important thing is that it was ready to be gifted to you.

Snapping back to reality, he took the pendant again and shoved it deep in the inner pockets of his coat, turning off the light and going under the covers next to you. The thought alone made his mind reel. His pulse quickened at the prospect of being close to you for a whole entire night, especially since he knew you were wearing something so cute to bed. He turned to the other side, perhaps not seeing you would help him fall asleep in the end.

Three hours of tossing and turning later, his mind was still occupied with thoughts of you, and he about tried every single position and trick in the book to make his brain shut off, but alas, sleep was evading him. He turned one last time towards you and watched your chest rise and fall with each breath. God, how he hated you in that moment. He hated how you were able to feel so peaceful and relaxed next to him, while he was going insane mere inches from you. At some point you turned your back to him, your butt grazing him in the process. He felt a twitch in his pants. Oh no. Oh nononono! This wasn't happening to him! He wanted the ground to swallow him whole - he was already hard, and just from a graze. Carefully, he tried to lift his body so his head would rest again on the pillow and so your ass would stop touching him. In the process, though, his already sensitive cock came in contact with your cheeks again. He was officially losing his mind. He felt so angry at how pathetic it was to get a raging boner from just a few accidental touches. He moved again in an attempt to escape your sleeping figure, whose back seemed to be chasing him for warmth. You moved as well, this time your hand landing on his chest, with your leg finding a comfortable spot over his own. Mephisto tutted and tried to turn again, in hopes to deter you from clinging to him. Instead, you woke up with a gasp, startled by the movement. Your hand flew to pin his to the bed and you hopped on top of his lap, elliciting a gasp from the demon. Your eyes concentrated in the darkness to their best of their ability, focusing on Mephisto's face.

"What the hell, Mephisto? You scared me. Let me sleep." You frowned and almost flopped back on his chest, but you caught yourself in time and instead let your body drift to the side in its previous position. The demon stood as stiff as possible, holding his breath for a moment in hopes that you were too tired to notice you just sat on his hard-on.

"I can't with you like this!" He finally spoke. You groaned, your hand flying to your forehead in frustration.

"Like how, Mephisto?" You sighed. You were tired of this. You were tired plain and simple. You just wanted some damn sleep and his Disney princess ass wouldn't let you.

"Like… You know. The way you are!"

"I'm getting real tired of this. I swear to God, if this is about me being a human, you're welcome to sleep in the tub."

"No, it's…"

"It's what?" You got up to pin his arms again. He better came up with a good excuse because you were about to keep to your word from earlier. He gave a strangled groan and at the same time you seemed to notice the twitching hardness beneath your ass. You froze and so did he. After what seemed like an eternity interrupted by the occasional involuntary twitches of his cock, he spoke in barely more than a whisper.

"I want you." Your head was spinning. You didn't expect this turn of events. In a moment in which you must've not been thinking clearly, you moved your hips against him. Another choked gasp escaped him. You did that again and his eyes snapped to yours, looking at you in a pleading manner. You gave a small moan at the sight, continuing to move your hips.

"I think I want you too", you replied in a hushed tone before dipping down to kiss him. Mephisto kissed with a surprising amount of passion. His tongue didn't shy away either, making you feel a wetness growing between your legs as you kept moving on top of him. You felt his hands squeeze your buttocks and guide you over his clothed length and you felt like you could no longer take it. Sitting upright, you removed your shorts and underwear, about to take off the top as well when a hand stopped you.

"Leave it. I like it." He gave you a half smile and you decided to follow his instructions. Freeing his cock from its confines, you took a closer look at it. He seemed painfully hard. His tip was shiny with precum, having an almost purplish hue from the time you spent teasing him. You couldn't help it but give it a little lick as well, which made him groan and close his eyes.

But you decided enough was enough and you climbed back on top of him. His hands immediately flew to your clothed breasts, running each thumb over the hardening buds. You trembled, pushing your tits further into his hands, which he gladly cupped around them. Your slick hole was already eager to take him. Gently loweing yourself on his length, you could feel sparks light up behind your eyelids. He was thick, stretching you so good, you already started moving a little. His small whimpers were adorable as he was nervously fonding your breasts. Starting to move with a little more confidence, you lowered yourself so you could kiss him again. The kiss was heated and sinfully delicious. His hands moved from your hands to your hips, to once again guide you against him and from this position, your clit catching the friction just right, which made you moan in response. That seemed to give him enough courage to buck up inside you. You moaned louder, and Mephisto felt like he was entering a frenzy. Suddenly, he was the one in full control. One hand holding your torso and the other guiding your hips down, he was savagely driving up inside you until you could feel your ears start ringing. By the end, you were a blabbering mess of "So good!" and "Mephisto keep going" that you've lost count of how many times you've creamed on his cock.

"Yes, give me your delicious sounds, darling!" He squeezed your buttcheek and slapped it, making you clench. "Yes! Just like that!" And his spanking continued, making your walls contract with each impact. You were so close and his praise was only making you get closer to the edge. With a few harder thrusts you were there, mind shattering in a million pieces as your orgasm flowed through you. After a few more pumps, he spilled inside as well, breathing hard against your ear and kissing the shell of it.

"So? How was it?" His hands tenderly moved from your back to your buttocks, massaging in an attempt to soothe.

"Fuck, I don't think I'll be able to walk tomorrow", you managed through ragged breaths.

"Hey! I reserve the right to make that statement", he spoke, pointing to his cane and you both laughed in your embrace.

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me mephistopheles #obey me smut #obey me mephistopheles smut #obey me mephisto smut

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l3viat8an · 11 months

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going back to that interrupted threesome with Meph/Dia/Luci

I imagine Mephisto would be like "ugh humans...😒" but then he squeezes MC's boob and realizes "hmm it's not so bad...😳"

then Diavolo teases Meph "you like humans don't you? Mephisto? 😏"

but Lucifer gets a little jealous and protective "Don't squeeze MC too hard 😠"

I would just moan louder to mess with all 3 demons lmao

Nsfw content MDNI

Mephisto also looks over MC ass other assets~ and definitely has a little change of heart. Keeping the human around to play could be fun~

Tho I think Lucifer would be more likely to egg Mephisto on “is that the best you can do? a pathetic little squeeze?” before showing Mephisto how MC doesn’t mind it rougher-

And Diavolo teases both of them about it, but he’d never push too far. He just wants to see how worked up he can get both of them before they’ll fuck you dumb and he can watch~

#anon!#big powerful demons……yea~#obey me!#obey me diavolo smut #obey me lucifer smut #obey me mephisto smut #om! smut #obey me smut #ro rambles

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rashomonss · 11 months

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For the 800 Followers how about:

“If you keep being loud they’ll hear us” + Mephisto (If you’re writing for the Trio)

Happy 800 btw! Hope u have a great weekend! And thank u!

thank you so much anon and you too!! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

and ofc i can!! lately I’ve liked writing for him a bunch which is a bit weird since I’m not particularly fond of him sometimes, but boy did I have fun with this one, hope you enjoy! (๑>؂•̀๑)

also you any of you would like to request a remaining prompt for this event please do so here!

Turn down the lights everyone because it’s red hour with rashomonss ♡

Warnings +18 (NSFW): read at your own discretion

you look so good just like that

You have lately found yourself around Mephistopheles a lot more than you would have imagined. It’s not as if it was bad in a sense, you were just shocked by the sudden realization.

As you continued to spend more time around the hard-headed demon you couldn’t help but develop slight feelings for him, and he didn’t make it any better with all the sexual tension he would create between the two of you.

Today was just another one of those days.

You had recently been helping out a lot with the RAD newspaper club so that's how you got into the predicament you were in today.

“Make sure to grab the correct cameras we used, because we’ll be in there for a while” Mephisto said to you as he walked to the newspaper club's dark room.

“Yeah yeah” you sighed then grabbed the cameras and walked into the dark room right after.

Mephisto then closed the door and locked it after you walked in, making sure no one would open it while the two of you were developing film. He would hate for the pictures he took of Lord Diavolo to be ruined because of some carelessness.

He began showing you how to mix the chemicals needed for developing said film and honestly it was more interesting than you originally thought it to be.

Throughout this process though you kept sneaking glances at him as well as giving him a slight attitude. Your subtle flirting was going over his head because he was way denser than you thought, so you decided to take a different approach and mess with him instead.

“You’re awfully bratty today, you know that?” Mephisto then said, walking towards you slightly annoyed with your behavior.

“And what of it? You’re just sensitive.” You smiled smugly at the demon in front of you. You’re guessing he didn’t take kindly to that last phrase because he narrowed his eyes at you and crossed his arms in response.

“Be quiet human you’re annoying me”

For some unknown reason you decided to see how far you could push it with him today, so you looked at him and mockingly said “make me”

“You’re such a brat,” Mephisto said, grabbing you by your uniform collar and pulling you closer to him. “But don’t worry I’ll make you shut up”

No later than a second he pulled you into a kiss and began to push you onto an empty countertop. As he deepened the kiss you held his uniform tightly, and eventually broke free after a while in need of air.

“Well that finally shut you up” he replied mockingly as he looked at your hands grabbing his uniform.

“But we’re far from done.”

“What?” You said then looking at him confused.

“If you think I’m going to excuse the behavior you displayed earlier today as well then you’re greatly mistaken human, now turn around.”

You did as he instructed, interested in where he was going with this, much to your surprise however the second you turned around he pressed you face down onto the empty countertop. He then quickly did away with your uniform bottoms and undergarments as well as his own. Then after a minute or two of him prepping you with his fingers you could feel his cock at your entrance.

“Let’s see how much of a brat you are now” Mephisto said before pounding into you, making sure you took all of him in.

A loud inhale escaped your lips and you rolled your eyes back slightly due to his roughness. A satisfied sound came from behind you and he stayed still for just a moment before pulling almost all the way out and pounding into you again, even faster than the first time.

As he continued with this rough and fast pace, moans began to slip through your mouth as you tried to grip onto anything as he held you down on the countertop.

“Who’s sensitive now hm?” He said cooing as he continued to pound into you at the same pace.

Mephisto enjoyed the sight of you trembling beneath him. If he’s being honest he’s wished to see this sight for a while now. Ever since you began hanging around him he couldn’t help the urge of wanting to do this to you.

This urge especially intensified when he eavesdropped on the brothers conversation the other day. Mammon had been talking to Asmodeus at the time he heard the conversation.

They both were talking about your strange relationship with him, and much to his surprise Asmodeus then mentioned you liked him. Mephisto truly was shocked upon hearing the news and stayed for a bit longer to confirm if it was true. It turned out to be because Mammon flipped out when Asmodeus claimed you slipped up and told him during your weekly skincare night.

Ever since then he’s wanted to do this to you.And now he finally got the chance.

He’s been getting fed up with that mouth of yours after all.

The slight sounds of skin slapping skin could be heard as he continued to pound you full of his cock, however he should have been one to check the time.

Because just as you were about to reach your orgasm a knock was heard at the door which in turn startled you both causing Mephisto to stop.

“Sir Mephistopheles are you in there?” A voice asked after a few seconds.

Both of you could tell that was one of the newspaper club members, and you looked at him worried but also annoyed at the denial of your release.

“Yes I am. I’m busy developing film, so I would appreciate it if you didn’t open the door” He responded with his regular tone.

“Oh but don’t think I forgot about you” he then whispered, pushing his cock into you again, this time much slower than before, making sure you felt every single inch of him. You rolled your eyes back and let out a soft whimper as he filled you with himself.

“Okay sir, I’ll let the others know” the demon then said, and after a few minutes he walked away. However just as he was about to continue numerous voices could be heard in the club room now.

“Looks like everyone is back from classes,” you said, trying to catch your breath.

“It appears so…Well then, where were we?” Mephisto then said, pressing you down again onto the counter again.

His slow pace stopped and he resumed the fast pace from earlier causing you to moan louder than you had liked. Plus it didn’t help when he then repositioned himself and pounded into you soon hitting that perfect spot.

This drove you insane as he continued to abuse that spot due to him finally finding the reaction he liked. As you begin to unravel beneath him your sounds then became louder as a result.

Mephisto covered your mouth with his gloved hand and held on tightly to your hips with his other one.

“Now, now…” he cooed

“If you keep being loud they’ll hear us”

“You wouldn’t want that would you?”

You shook your head slightly as his hand still covered your mouth. Mephisto gave you a pleased sound in response then spoke again.

“You’re such a good human now aren’t you?”

“Sir are you okay in there? I heard a loud noise a second ago” another voice said knocking on the door.

“Yes I just bumped into something. Nothing to worry about” he responded a little bit more breathy then he would have liked.

“Ah okay then sorry to bother”

Mephisto laughed and forced your head back slightly with his gloved hand that still rested on your mouth. “You’re close aren’t you? Do you want to cum?”

You nodded as you looked back at him eagerly not wanting to be denied an orgasm again.

“Well since I’m such a nice demon I’ll allow it. Now then, be good and cum for me will you” Mephisto whispered into your ear as he went faster.

Upon hearing his words that knot finally snapped and you came as his cock continued to pound into you. You rode out your orgasm and he did as well after a few more moments.

You both were a panting and sweaty mess after it everything was over.

Being the “nice demon” that he was Mephisto then cleaned you and himself up as well as helped you change back into your uniform.

“Next time you act like a brat don’t blame me if we get caught” he sighed, as he began finishing up with the film.

“Hm well I might have to start pushing your buttons even more if you continue to do that” you smirked back at him.

“You’re unbelievable”

“Um…there’s cum on this photo…are we still going to use it?” You asked

“Of course not throw it away! Scratch that, just burn it” Mephisto then yelled, he groaned then grabbed his face as you laughed in response.

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he-calls-me-kitten · 5 months

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Dirty Dozen (ft. +2)

GN! MC x Pervert! OM Characters

(Cause y'all seemed to love the first one omg. Also TW: I made everyone wayy more sleazy and nasty than before so read at your own risk. MInors DNI)

Pervert! Mammon who likes to ask you for something specifically when your hands are full. "MC, lend me a few Grimm could ya?" He asks when you're in the middle of cooking.

"My hands are covered in cake batter, just take some from my back pocket."

"Are you sure it's there? Let me check both pockets." He isn't so much searching for coins as much as he's feeling and practically groping your ass. Seriously you start to wonder how it's taking him 20 minutes to find something that's right there.

Pervert! Solomon who keeps his room colder than usual when you come over for magic lessons.

"Is it too cold for you MC? I apologise, I kept it this way because some of the potions have bad reactions to heat but if you'd like-"

"I'm absolutely fine, Solomon. You worry about me too much." You smile at him reassuringly, not noticing how his eyes are so eagerly trained at your nipples perking up through your thin t-shirt.

Boner Bonus points if you allow him to hug you for some warmth. His fingers will definitely brush against your chest more than once.

Pervert! Beel who seems to make a mess whenever he's trying to help you in the kitchen. "I'm so sorry, MC. I didn't mean to spill it on your hands!"

"It's okay Beel, it's just some cream and syrup. I can just wash it off right away."

"But it's such a waste. Please allow me." He starts to thoroughly lick your fingers and you shake your head and let him knowing his fixations on food.

But he can't help it - you taste so good. He secretly wonders what you might taste like down there, drooling at the thought.

Pervert! Levi who has taken to sitting on pillows Japanese style while gaming and offers you the same. Sure enough you don't even suspect an ulterior motive.

"Did you get inspired by some human world anime again? Careful though - your legs and butt will start to cramp after a while."

"MC you're too gracious! Caring so much for an otaku like me!"

After you leave, he promptly takes the pillow you were sitting on and puts it in his bathtub. He's going to sleep on it ofc. Your scent on it helps him jerk off better.

Pervert! Belphie who now asks you to rub his belly till he falls asleep. "What's so funny?" He asks as you giggle at his request.

"Since when do you need help falling asleep?"

"I care about the quality of my sleep. And I sleep better this way."

Fortunately you believe him and don't suspect that it's because it's the closest he can get you to fondling his dick. He has such a difficult time holding in his moans and hard ons, every time your hands go even a bit lower than usual.

Pervert! Barbatos who got into sewing clothes as a hobby and specifically likes making them for you now. But you never understand why he needs to take same measurements over and over again.

"Oh? This is a different kind of design, MC. So the measurements will vary from before."

"Always making new things aren't you? You never fail to suprise Barbatos." You smile at him admiring.

The tightening of the tape around your chest and crotch are subtle. He can hardly keep it together when you praise him after all. But he has to if he wants to skim his hands over your body like this again.

Pervert! Diavolo who takes you on such long drives that you always doze off in the front seat, waking up apologetic for missing so much of the journey.

"Hahaha, it's okay, MC. We've been on this same road lots of times. I assure you, you didn't miss anything. And I like that you feel safe to sleep in my presence."

"But still, I'm so sorry, it feels disrespectful..." You apologize, not even knowing how hard he is in his pants right now.

Afterall, he can keep squeezing your beautiful thighs, maybe let his hands wander between them and imagine himself fucking you in the back seat as much as he wants, when you're asleep.

Pervert! Simeon who will have noone except you as his muse for art classes. And the themes just keep getting more erotic each time.

"Are you sure you're okay with this, MC? You don't have to do it if you're not comfortable-"

"Nonsense, Simeon. I feel super comfortable if it's you. You're a true artist after all." You say as you lay on his bed wrapped up only in bedsheets, exposing your entire back and legs.

If only you knew, this angel has thoughts dirtier than most demons. How he's practically fucking you with his eyes. How he's definitely going to jerk off into those bedsheets, moaning your name.

Pervert! Satan who loves teaching you things - standing right behind you, guiding your hands to make latte-art, or trying a new style of painting.

"That's it, nice and slow. Look how much you've improved, MC." He beams at the cute kitty in the coffee cup.

"All thanks to you, Satan. I can't wait to learn more from you." You smile at him earnestly.

He almost feels guilty for tricking you this way, but the way your hands feel in his, and your ass feels against his groin is so addicting. One of these days, he wishes could teach you to be on all fours and take his length in your pretty little mouth.

Pervert! Asmo who loves keeping your eyes on him and noone else. From elaborate performances to petty staring contests, he cannot have enough of your gaze.

"Oh you're turning red in the face, Asmo. Did I manage to flutter the heart of the Avatar of Lust?" You lean forward smiling.

"You're my only weakness after all, MC. It's your fault for making me this way." He almost moans.

You laugh and mock apologize at his antics but you don't know he's been grinding like an animal on his seat, and creamed his pants under your innocent gaze. Your undivided attention just turns him on so much.

Pervert! Lucifer who makes his desires too obvious sometimes. He'll regret it in the morning and take you to dinner to apologize but not until he's already done something dirty.

"Lucifer, it's 2 am. You need to throw away that coffee and sleep." You're practically dragging him to bed.

"Fine. I'll go sleep if you'll stay in my room tonight." He says knowing you'll comply. You care too much for your own good. He's not even going to let you sleep on the couch, no you have to stay wrapped up in his arms.

You might wake upto him groaning your name in his sleep and you might mistake it for a nightmare - not knowing how he's balls deep inside you in his dreams.

Pervert! Thirteen who likes how excited you get over her newest inventions and keeps making more things to call you over.

"And this little baby and can throw pie at people's faces without ever missing. Guaranteed headshot." She smiles proud.

"This would be so useful in a cafeteria food fight and then get banned right after its glory. But I so wanna use it!" You whine.

She loves how much you appreciate her inventions. She is secretly working on a 'pleasure' device scented like her to give you - she hopes you'll like it just as much.

Pervert! Mephisto who is actually taken aback by your duality. You're such a mischievous little imp usually but turn so well-mannered in front of Diavolo's esteemed guests.

"So even you can be prim and proper sometimes? If only you could maintain this on the daily." He huffs.

You laugh and mock-bow in front of him. "Of course, anything for you my dearest lord. Would you like to dance with this proper human while you can?"

He blushes at the sudden offer. Why you little- how dare you tempt him like this. You can't complain about him gripping you somewhere improper or too tight. You deserve this for your attitude.

Pervert! Raphael who is still navigating new feelings of lust he's never felt before he met you. Why his heart skips every time you fall asleep on his shoulder or why he felt a sudden warmth at the pit of his stomach feeling you breath so softly into his neck.

"Thank you for helping me tidy the classroom, MC. I didn't even know where the cleaning supplies were."

"That's alright. It's more fun with two people anyway and wait Raphael there's a bucket over the-" The fresh bucket of water already spilled splashing all over both of you.

You immediately fetched a towel to help him dry up but he couldn't stop staring at you instead. With the uniform sticking to your body like and the water glistening on your exposed skin - why was he so enthralled? Why does he feel a strange pulsing between his legs as you hover over him?

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selfindulgenthell · 2 months

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He got nervous.

#I don’t know how to whistle with my fingers so I didn’t know this until after I finished the drawing #but you don’t use your index and middle finger to whistle with one hand </3 #womp womp #I need yall to pretend for me #whatever. who gives a fart. it’s obvious I only made this because I wanted to draw Mephisto with fingers in his mouth #crossposted on tt btw #mephistopheles #obey me Mephistopheles #obey me smut

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another-lost-mc · 1 year

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feel the heat: newspaper club edition

mephistopheles turns to you in a moment of desperation.

pairing: mephistopheles x afab!reader

content: nsfw. explicit smut. poly!reader, demon heat/rut cycles mentioned. demon form!mephisto. derogatory language, cursing, sexting/dick pics, first time, frenemies to lovers.

word count: 3.3k

feel the heat series: the demon brothers | the royals edition

You passed Mephisto in one of the hallways of RAD long after classes ended for the day. You were on your way to the student council chambers, and you guessed he was on his way to the Newspaper Club office. He was distracted and walked right into you. He hissed when you made contact with his chest, and he skittered back like you burned him.

You're surprised by the anger in his eyes, but there’s sweat beading along his hairline and he’s panting. You recognize the dark haze clouding his vision, and you try not to stare at the outline of his half-hard cock in his pants.

Your voice is almost shrill when you ask why he’s still on campus when he’s obviously unwell. He shouldn’t be here in his condition, and you tell him that, as kindly as you can.

He clenches his jaw and grits out that it’s none of your business.

Fair enough, but he’s the one who was stupid to come to campus like this.

He looks insulted when you ask him if he has someone to help him with his little problem, and he glares at you.

You offer to help him if he has no one else, and his stunned expression would be hilarious if it were any other circumstance.

He spits more venom at you about how you’re just some meddling human pest and how he wouldn’t want to get his hands dirty by touching you. He nearly shoves past you as he carries on to finish whatever’s brought him back to school in this very volatile state.

You’re not sure what to think, and you know your concern for him is unwanted. You stare at his back as he stalks away, but he doesn’t spare you another glance. He turns the corner and disappears from view, and you listen to the sound of his boot heels clicking on the floor until you hear nothing. It’s like he was never there; he leaves no trace of his presence behind except for the sting you feel from his rejection.

It’s a few hours later when you’ve settled in for the evening and try to forget what happened earlier. You’re watching a movie in your room when your phone buzzes beside you. You’re not sure who’s texting you at this late hour. It can’t be one of the demon brothers - they would just let themselves into your room if they wanted to see you.

You certainly don’t expect to see the name that flashes across your screen.

Mephistopheles: If I send a car for you, will you come?

You can’t contain the surprised laugh that bubbles out of you, because it’s the most ridiculous thing he’s ever said to you. Why would he do that now, after his scathing response to your offer earlier?

You point out how much of a hypocrite he’s being and ask what his problem is. He might be hot and you might want to get to know him better, but you also know that you deserve more respect than the less-than-bare minimum he’s shown you.

Mephistopheles: You’re annoying and you get on my nerves, and you’re stubborn and naïve and so painfully human it hurts to look at you.

You: Okay…?

Mephistopheles: And I see the way you walk around RAD, sashaying those fucking hips. I hate the way your ass fills out your uniform. And you’re so clumsy! Do you constantly drop things so everyone has to see the way your perfect fucking tits strain the buttons of your blouse when you bend over?

Mephistopheles: Do you know how tempting it is to push you over a desk and fuck some sense into you when you’re too cheeky for your own good?

Mephistopheles: I’ve spent all fucking night thinking about your lips around my cock. I hate how much I want you.

Mephistopheles: I want you. I want—fuck.

Your eyes widen with each message he sends. Your throat’s gone bone-dry and suddenly it feels a little warm in your room.

His next message contains a photo.

He’s laying on a bed in a dark room. He’s still in his RAD uniform, but his pants are loose around his hips and his fly is down. His hand - his bare hand, glove tossed aside carelessly - is wrapped around his cock. It looks painfully hard, and there’s a thick stream of cum dribbling from the tip. It looks like he’s come more than once already in an attempt to find relief on his own, like he has a craving only you can satisfy.

You wish you could tell him to fuck off and invest in a good fleshlight if he wants to get off so badly.

You wish you could forget about his filthy admittance of how he thinks about you while he jerks off, and how he’s practically begging you to come fuck his brains out.

You wish you could go to bed and forget this ever happened, but you know you’ll be fucking yourself on your fingers while you stare at the picture of his cock and regret not accepting this very tempting offer.

You wish you were stronger than this, but you’re not - not when you’ve wanted him for so long, and now he’s finally giving you a chance.

You: I’ll be waiting outside in five minutes.

Mephistopheles: The car is already on its way.

Arrogant prick, you think to yourself, but you have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from smiling.

The ride to Mephisto’s grand estate isn’t as awkward as you think it will be. The car he promised arrives moments after you step outside, and the driver says nothing about your attire when he opens the door for you. You’re still wearing the t-shirt and loose sleep pants you planned to wear to bed. You didn’t see any point in dressing up for the occasion - you won’t be wearing your clothes for long, anyway.

When you arrive, the driver opens the door and offers you his hand. He tells you where you can find Mephisto - up the main staircase, the room at the end of the hall to your left. The house is quiet and you don’t see or hear anyone else, but you assume his family is giving him space and privacy to deal with his heat how he sees fit.

(You’re not sure you want to introduce yourself as his booty call when you’re wearing pajamas, so you think it’s for the best.)

It wouldn’t be difficult to find his room even without directions. When you reach the second floor, the air feels thick around you, like a warm fog. Mephisto’s natural scent and the spicy traces of his cologne grow stronger with each step you take and it leads you right to his bedroom door.

You can hear the faint sound of bed springs squeaking inside his room and animalistic grunts that punctuate the rhythmic slick stroking sounds of skin-against-skin. The noises stop abruptly when you knock. There’s a rumbling purr just on the other side of the door, and when it opens suddenly, he pulls you inside.

Mephisto crowds your back against the door and it slams shut behind you. He’s still wearing his uniform slacks, but at some point he removed his shirt. His bare chest is sweaty, and his belly and pelvis are slick from when he jerked himself off for relief before you arrived. He’s never looked so sloppy before, but there's something gratifying about seeing the real him and not the perfect, superior demon he pretends to be.

You brush your hand through his sweat-soaked hair to sweep it away from his eyes, and he groans and leans into your touch. He buries his face into the crook of your neck while his hands explore your body over your clothes. He sniffs at your skin like he’s trying to breathe you into his lungs, and he licks over your pulse point.

“You came,” his lust-thickened voice rumbles close to your ear, and your shiver while you stroke his naked back.

“I did.”

He leans stares into your eyes. They’re blown black with lust, but you feel seen by him. “S-stay?” he stutters like he’s having difficulty speaking, but you know what he’s really asking you.

“As long as you want me to,” you murmur before you lean forward to kiss him gently, almost nervously because you’re not sure if he’ll reject you even in his heat. But he doesn’t - he leans into the kiss and whimpers against your lips before he pulls away.

One of his hands slides under the waistband of your pajama bottoms, and you gasp when two of his fingers drag across your slit. You didn’t realize how soaked you were until he touched you. His fingers stroke between your entrance and your clit, not focused on pleasuring you exactly, but more likely he’s surprised - and flattered - that you want him this badly.

“So wet,” he moans against your skin, and he grinds his cock against you, making a total mess of your shirt.

You can’t help but breathe out an airy chuckle as his fingers continue to stroke you. “You have a filthy mouth on you when you’re horny,” and you cup his cheek. He huffs in amusement but doesn’t deny it.

He explores you a little more, but then he withdraws his hands from between your legs abruptly. You nearly whine at the lost contact, but he holds his fingers up for both of you to see. They’re glistening with your slick and the smell of your arousal hangs heavy in the air between you. You would be embarrassed if not for the way Mephisto sniffs the air and licks his lips. He holds your gaze as he pops his fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean.

You bite your lip to keep from moaning, but it doesn't completely silence the aroused noise you make. He’s filthy and gorgeous, and his mouth hangs open like he still can’t believe you’re really here. His eyes lack the bitter disapproval he normally shows you, and you know that at least for tonight, he wants you just the way you are.

In a sudden wave of confidence, you reach for the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head quickly. You let it drop to the floor, and you try not to squirm too much when his hungry gaze trails down your body so he can stare at your breasts. He reaches for you and cups each of them in his large palms. His touch is gentle and exploratory, and he sighs while he squeezes the soft flesh. He pinches one of your nipples and you gasp. His eyes snap back to yours, and he does it again; you arch your back into his touch, a silent plea for more.

He steps closer and bends his head low so he can lick at your breasts. He swirls his tongue around each of your nipples and you cradle his head to your chest so he knows you like it. He draws one hardened nipple between his lips and sucks on it gently, and he pinches the other with his fingers.

It’s a wonderfully delightful sensation of pleasure with just the hint of pain, especially when he pinches too hard when you moan loudly into his ear. He hums around your nipple just to see if you’ll moan for him again - of course you do - and he growls his satisfaction. One of his fangs brushes against the sensitive skin of your breast, and you know he won’t hurt you, but the reminder of his demonic nature and inherent power leaves you breathless.

Desire rolls off him in waves, but you’re on the verge of begging him to fuck you. His cock throbs and twitches against your hip when he grinds against you, and you know you’re dripping-wet for him. His earlier teasing did nothing to quell the throb of your clit and you feel desperate for some kind of friction. Every time he moans or grunts as he fondles your body or plays with your breasts, your walls clench uselessly around nothing.

He grins when he realizes your growing desire mirrors his own. His mouth trails between the valley of your breasts and up your neck. The path is littered with tiny marks he's nibbled or sucked into your skin. His hands slide under the waistband of your pants and over the curve of your ass. He gropes you, squeezing and kneading your body greedily, and he drags you closer.

“Need you,” his deep voice rasps against your ear. As soon as you nod because you need him too, he slides your pants over your hips so they fall down your legs and pool at your feet. You step out of them gingerly and head towards his bed, but you realize he isn’t following you.

The question you're about to ask dies in your throat when you look over your shoulder. He’s standing eerily still by the door, and his eyes are staring at you so intently that you feel vulnerable. His hungry gaze roams up and down your body, and you can see his eyes linger on your face, your breasts, and the mound between your legs. You guess that strange feeling of being watched a few moments ago was him staring at your ass, too.

Mephisto loosens his pants so they fall down his legs, then he slides his boxer briefs off too. He straightens and rolls his shoulders. There’s a hum of energy and within the blink of an eye, his horns and tail have emerged. You try not to gape openly at his demonic form but you’ve never seen him properly before.

He’s beautiful, and you want him.

You sit on the edge of his bed, and you both stare at each other. His tail flicks behind him and you can hear him purring deep within his chest. You spread your legs wide and ignore the way embarrassment burns your cheeks. He moves quicker than your eyes can track, and he’s suddenly standing between your legs and staring down at you with so much hunger you can hardly breathe.

He leans forward and clasps your shoulders with his hands, and he urges you to lay down. His hands trail over your body and he slides them under the curve of your ass and up your thighs. He maneuvers your body how he wants you until your legs dangle over his shoulders. You’re utterly trapped beneath him while he kneels on the edge of the mattress.

One of his hands holds your hips down to keep you steady while the other guides his cock through your folds. He drags himself up and down your slit, and you moan quietly when he brushes across your clit with the slightest bit of pressure. He does it again, and you whimper.

“Please,” you whisper, and you’re reduced to begging now. You were promised a thorough fucking, and you feel like you’re about to lose your mind.

He’s the one in heat. He’s the one that should be begging to be fucked, not you.

There’s something predatory in the way he tilts his head and watches you beg for his cock, and his body grows completely still. When he snarls and buries himself to the hilt in one rough stroke, you choke on your cry as your body stretches around his cock.

Oh, you never should have doubted him.

He's relentless when he fucks you, and his pace is fast and brutal. He takes you with powerful strokes that punch the air from your lungs. The rough drag of his cock brushing over that spot inside you has you keening every time he thrusts inside with a sharp snap of his hips.

His eyes are nearly eclipsed by his blown black pupils and he pants loudly from the exertion and pleasure of finally claiming you. His bedroom fills with the wet, obscene sounds of his skin slapping against yours and your wet hole squelching around his cock.

He can’t seem to decide where he wants to look. His eyes flicker between your mouth and your bouncing breasts, then he finally looks down so he can watch his cock glide in and out of your body. His cock is coated in your creamy slick, and he growls with satisfaction when he sees your arousal leak from your hole and spread messily across your skin.

He’s gripping your thigh so tightly that you think - you hope - his fingertips will leave bruises later. His other hand guides your hip back and forth in time with his thrusts so he can bury himself deeper every time his cock slams inside you.

Your hands are clenched in his sheets. You’re powerless to do anything else but arch your back and cry your pleasure while he fucks through the haze of his heat.

His movements grow more desperate and he's losing his rhythm - you think he’s getting close. He’s still staring at the junction between your bodies, mesmerized by the sight of his cock claiming you over and over and over.

Your clit throbs as your own desire threatens to consume you, and you reach down with one hand so you can stroke yourself in time with his thrusts. You tilt your head back and your moans grow louder, and you start chanting his name breathlessly as pleasure courses through your veins. Your fingers massage your clit faster because you’re so close you can almost taste it. Your body shakes, but he’s holding you so desperately that it keeps you grounded. You feel your walls flutter around him as the first waves of your release start to crash over you—

A loud growl startles you, and you open your eyes and stare up at him. He was watching himself fucking his cock into you with abandon; now, his heady gaze is locked onto yours. His body is trembling nearly as much as yours is, and he grits his teeth and bares his fangs at you.

“Come for me,” he rasps, "come on my cock." It’s the hottest thing you’ve ever heard, and there’s no possible way you can deny him that, not when you’re still touching yourself and you’re right there on the edge—

He fucks you through your orgasm, delaying his own pleasure so he can revel in the feeling of your walls squeezing him even tighter than before. You let your hand fall away from your clit, and you blink at him with watery eyes and pouty lips. He finally spills himself inside you, claiming the deepest parts of your body for himself. He pants loudly as his hips come to a stuttering halt and the aftershocks of your orgasm milk his cock dry.

You feel exhausted and weightless and pleasantly full. You raise your arms high over your head and arch your back into a delightful stretch. The sweat on your back makes his sheets stick to your skin, and you squirm a bit on his cock. You gasp when you realize he’s still completely hard inside you, and his grip on your body tightens when you try to shimmy away.

“More,” he mutters harshly under his breath, and his smirk turns feral. His eyes are still black and hazy from his heat. He reaches for your hand and guides it back down between your legs. He laces his fingers through yours and slides them through your sticky, wet folds. Your fingertips graze the base of his cock that’s still sheathed inside you and he moans. He moves your hand back up to brush against your clit and he moves his hand away when you start touching yourself again.

You exhale a shaky sigh and rub lazy circles around your sensitive clit. He looks so pleased with your obedience that it makes your cheeks burn from his unspoken praise.

He can't kiss you in this position, but he turns his head and nips at the skin of your leg still draped over his shoulder. It feels like a filthy, silent promise that he'll never go through his heat again without you.

He starts rocking back into you, slower and more gently than before, and you roll your hips to encourage him. You whimper his name and he starts to move in earnest.

It's not long before he consumes you once again, and all you can see and feel and hear is him.

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devildom-moss · 8 months

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PDA - kissing their cheeks (the demon brothers)

What happens when MC decides to kiss their cheek around others? It couldn't possibly go wrong, right?

(Lucifer x gn!MC) (Mammon x gn!MC) (Leviathan x gn!MC) (Satan x gn!MC) (Asmodeus x gn!MC) (Beelzebub x gn!MC) (Belphegor x gn!MC)

(Suggestive)

Word Count: +4,200 (oh no wonder it took me a while. Mammon got a longer one because things occur, I guess)

Lucifer

Lucifer had another late night in his study yesterday, and it left him a tired husk of a demon. He was even nodding off in the middle of his meeting with Diavolo and Barbatos. Asmo and Mammon were in attendance as well, and their pointless questions gave Lucifer a cover to send you a message.

Your screen lit up: Could you bring coffee to the student council room for me at your earliest convenience? Black, iced if they have it. I’ll make it up to you later. You sent back an “ok” sticker and informed him that your class would end in 15 minutes.

When you arrived at the council room, the meeting had temporarily concluded while Diavolo held another meeting with the head of the art department about an upcoming student showcase. In Diavolo’s absence, Asmo had decided to paint his nails while Mammon was on his phone – no doubt attempting to check his recent bets. Barbatos was the only one getting any work done.

Mephisto, who had entered shortly after Diavolo departed, had taken the opportunity to whine to Lucifer about the newspaper’s budget, despite Lucifer’s half-conscious attempt to inform him that Satan had approved the paperwork that Diavolo signed off on. This had nothing to do with Lucifer. Luckily, Mephisto was too wrapped up in his complaints to notice that Lucifer had once again nodded off.

You walked straight to Lucifer – not even stopping as you returned Asmo’s cheery greeting with a soft, “good afternoon, Asmo.”

Mephisto turned around at the sound of your voice. “Second human.”

You assumed he intended to rank you under Solomon. While it was true that Solomon was more powerful than you, Mephisto could at least learn to use your name, so you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. “Ugly tie demon.”

If Lucifer was awake, he would have chuckled. You noticed his even breath and his closed eyes. It was a rare and rather adorable sight, but you figured you should wake him up before anyone noticed. This was the sort of sight Mammon would try to exploit for money (and Asmo for likes, and Barbatos would share a picture with Diavolo just because he could). You set the drink down to the side and leaned in to kiss his cheek.

A soft moan left Lucifer’s mouth as he reluctantly opened his eyes. In a daze, he smiled at you, attempting to look seductive, but he only managed to appear cuter than before.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” you teased, but it didn’t wipe the smile from his face. What did that was Mephisto’s subsequent annoyance upon realizing that Lucifer had been ignoring him.

“You no-good, arrogant bastard. How dare you fall asleep while I’m talking to you about important matters!”

Lucifer had enough of Mephisto for the day. He got to his feet and walked to the other side of his desk. Grabbing his coffee in one hand and your hand in the other, Lucifer sighed and turned towards Barbatos. “I need some fresh air. I’ll be back in 20. Alert me if Lord Diavolo returns before that or if you find my presence is necessary.”

“Understood.” Barbatos nodded.

Lucifer ignored Asmo’s whining about how jealous he was and Mammon and Mephisto’s insults as he pulled you out of the room with him. With their noise in the distance, and comfort in the fact that Barbatos would not allow anyone to disturb his break unless necessary, Lucifer chuckled.

“Thank you for that. You went through the trouble of getting me coffee, but nothing restores my energy like you do. Will you help me wake up until I have to return?”

Mammon

It had been a long, shitty week, and Mammon could tell you were running on empty. The way you walked to school was as if every movement was an unimaginable effort. He wanted to ask if you needed to take a break, but he didn’t want to bring any unnecessary attention to your slow pace that morning; if it was him, he would be mortified – but he would also be so happy that you noticed. That made his decision even harder. Maybe he should just say something? Or maybe he should just do something to help you out? He could try to carry you the rest of the way to school. Hell, the Great Mammon could carry Beel when he needed to – certainly he could handle his favorite human. His mind raced in his indecision.

To his absolute awe, you both arrived at school – on time and without a single complaint from you. If he was having a bad week, no doubt he would be talking your ear off about it. Did you not trust him? No, just chill Mammon, he thought to himself. Focus on them today.

After you completed your classes, you returned home with Mammon. He had been almost suspiciously well-behaved today – he even stopped a fight between Asmo and Levi. You could question him, but you were too grateful to care. When you stepped into the entrance of the House of Lamentation, Mammon dragged you directly to his room and pulled you into his bed. It smelled like him.

“Why?” you asked, only half-concerned about the answer.

“Shush. I want ya to take a nap for me, ‘kay?” Mammon laid you down on his pillows and gently stroked your hair. “You’ve done such a good job. The Great Mammon’s gonna show ya a good time tonight – but ya gotta rest first.”

That would have sounded like such a lewd offer if he hadn’t said it in such a tender voice – and if you weren’t so comforted by his touch. Mammon eased you into sleep, and when you woke up, there was an outfit laying at the end of the bed. All the clothes appeared to be yours, but Mammon had styled it for you.

Mammon entered the room with a sandwich and a large bottle of sparkling water. “Happy to see ya awake. Ya hungry? Eat this before we go.”

“Where are we going?”

“Somewhere fun – just trust me and stop askin’ questions, alright?”

“Okay,” you nodded, “I trust you.”

Mammon tried to hide his smile as he handed you the food and unscrewed the cap on the bottle before giving it to you. As you ate, he changed – noticeably grabbing clothes that would match the outfit he picked out for you. He glanced back and saw you staring at him. Something about having your eyes on his half-naked body delighted him, but this wasn’t the time.

“Oi, if ya want a show, pay up. Otherwise, finish eatin’ and get changed.”

You followed his orders. Upon further inspection, not all the items laid out on the bed were yours. Mammon had set a gold bracelet on top of your clothes.

“Mammon, this isn’t mine,” you told him.

“Lemme see.” You handed him the bracelet. He gently grabbed your wrist and put it on for you. “Is now.”

Mammon was careful to sneak you out of the house without anyone noticing. You held your questions until you arrived at a club. You heard music blasting from outside the door.

It had been a while since Mammon had taken you out – and even longer since you had danced, especially with him. Maybe the movement was cathartic. Maybe watching Mammon dance by your side – and occasionally feeling him grind on you – simply made you happy. Maybe you felt adored when he kept his eyes and hands on you. You couldn’t stop smiling, and Mammon noticed.

“Feelin’ better?” he asked.

You wrapped your arms around him and kissed his cheek in the middle of the dance floor. “Thank you, Mammon.”

Someone had to have seen that, right? Mammon was as thrilled as he was embarrassed, but he tried to play it cool.

“Good.” Mammon offered you a shy smile. “Wanna get outta here?”

“Are you bored or something?”

“Nah. Nothin’ like that.” Mammon shook his head and brought his lips right up to your ear so only you would hear him when he whispered, “I wanna take ya back to my room and show ya an even better time.”

A kiss on the cheek wasn’t enough. He needed more of you.

Leviathan

“Why did I have to come to school today?” Levi asked – rhetorically, of course.

“Because you can’t do a lab from your room at home,” Satan replied, annoyed by Levi’s complaining. Levi knew the drill by now, so there was no point in asking.

“How is it my fault that RAD isn’t equipped to do remote labs? We should have more otaku-friendly courses.”

“How ‘bout you shuddup and do classwork like the rest of us?” Mammon rolled his eyes.

“If I did classwork like you, I’d be failing all of my classes.”

“I mean, you’re not too far from that,” Belphie added, only half awake. That was uncalled for, but Levi took it without protest. Belphie was the only slacker with good grades, after all.

“Enough,” you sighed.

You sympathized with Levi for not wanting to show up in class. He was an indoor-demon – so long as the “door” part of “indoor” was his door specifically and maybe your door on occasion. Maybe you were being soft on him, but you didn’t care. All you really cared about was Levi not feeling bad about being a shut-in. The longer this conversation went on, the more likely it was that someone was going to say something cruel.

Determined to cheer Levi up and reward his effort, you pat his head and leaned in to kiss his cheek. “I’m very proud of you for coming into class today, Levi.”

Levi’s eyes widened and his face burned. He screamed – and he was only partially muffled when he buried his face into his arms at his desk. You kissed him. You kissed him – in front of an entire class of demons and Solomon, no less. Levi wasn’t sure if he was going to die from embarrassment or if he just had his social battery supercharged. His arms were hiding his huge smile as well as his blushing cheeks.

He could nearly taste the jealousy in the room. For once, it wasn’t coming from him. It had been so long since anyone was jealous of him that he forgot how amazing it felt to be envied, especially when he was being envied because you kissed him. Just a minute ago, Levi was anxious and upset about having to leave the comfort of his room today, and now he was overjoyed and wouldn’t change a thing about the day so far – although he knew he still had plenty of time to ruin it.

While Levi took a minute to calm himself down, you waved off any protests and complaints about you kissing Levi’s cheek. You also had to shut down the incoming requests for a reward from you – including Asmo telling you that if you offered him a reward, he would be such a good boy.

Levi clung to your side throughout the lab, glaring at anyone who got within a foot of you. He wondered what kind of reward you might be willing to give him if he went to school for the rest of the week – or if he got a good grade on this lab. He wanted to make you proud. He wanted you to kiss and touch him more.

Satan

It was a rare sight to see Satan not reading in the library. He was on his phone, and that look of joy on his face meant one thing: he was watching cat videos again. You came up behind him and leaned over his shoulder before wrapping your arms around his neck. If it had been anyone else, Satan would have been irritated – and a violent outcome would have been a possibility.

“Having fun?” you asked him.

“MC, I was just about to send you this video. Have you ever heard of a sand cat?” Satan didn’t even wait for your response before he restarted the video for you. “Look at their big ears! Do you think that the person filming was able to pet them? I wouldn’t be able to resist.”

You watched the adorable beige cat scurry across the screen. Normally, you would entertain Satan’s love of cats, but that grin on his face distracted you.

“There are so many cats that I want to pet. I wonder if I could summon one,” he mused.

“So cute,” you whispered into his ear before placing a kiss on his cheek. You could hear him gulp hard.

“The cats or –” Satan paused, choked up on his shock and embarrassment, “or me?”

“Both.” You kissed his cheek again.

He was comfortable with you wrapping your arms around him, but he hadn’t expected you to kiss him. Twice, even. His face burned as he felt a demon, who had previously been studying, staring at him.

From behind you, you heard another demon ask her friend, “did that human just kiss Satan?”

“Oh my, how scary. They must be brave to attempt that.”

“I think that’s Solomon’s apprentice.”

“I don’t know if that makes it better or worse.”

“Me either, but it makes sense, right? Someone like that has to be brave.”

“I don’t care how hot Satan is, I’d never have the nerve.”

“He must like them a lot.”

You wondered if they knew how loud they were speaking. You turned their conversation topic to Satan, teasingly, “well, do you?”

“What do you think?” Satan set his phone down on the table and made room for you to sit on his lap at the desk. He pat his thigh, expectantly. “Well?”

Ignoring your concerns about the library chairs not being built for two people (luckily, they were surprisingly sturdy) and the few added stares from demons around you, including someone who was definitely in your Seductive Speechcraft class, you took Satan up on his offer. His arms engulfed you, and his chin came to rest on your shoulder.

“You didn’t answer me. Do you think I like you?” Satan whispered seductively against your neck.

“Of course.”

“Wrong.” Satan clicked his tongue. “I don’t like you – I adore you. I love you more than anyone. Now, can we watch cute cats while your cute lover holds you?”

“Of course,” you repeated your previous answer.

“Good. But MC?” Satan dropped his tone and whispered, “when we get home, it looks like I’ll have to show you exactly how strong my feelings are for you.”

Asmodeus

You were comfortably settled into a window nook in a quiet part of the library, trying to read the book that Satan had lent you the other day, but when Asmo stumbled upon you, he decided to disturb your peace. You couldn’t really be annoyed with him, though, when he took a spot next to you and gave you that charming smile of his.

No, what annoyed you was that as you continued to read, Asmo was trying to get a picture with you. You didn’t want your picture taken.

“MC, lean in, come on! You could be at least a little affectionate with me,” Asmo demanded. He was usually spoiled with affection; it wasn’t as if you had been particularly neglectful of him. His whining – and his presence in the library in general – was starting to attract attention.

Eager to appease him, and in the hopes of not attracting anymore onlookers, you pulled Asmo a bit closer and rested your chin on his shoulder. As he adjusted the angle of his camera, you kissed his cheek. Asmo managed to snap the picture, and he immediately checked it – in part to see if it was good, because this was definitely going up on Devilgram, but also to make sure that you had really just kissed his cheek. He wasn’t just dreaming.

He turned with a smirk and hopped into your lap. If you had been in a chair, you probably would have fallen. Instead, Asmo pushed your back gently against the wall and started kissing you all over your face and neck, whispering about how adorable you are between kisses. It felt impossible for Asmo to hold back. He kissed your lips once. Twice. He couldn’t seem to stop, and it wasn’t long before he was making out with you.

One of the problems with Asmo was that he was an amazing kisser – which usually wasn’t an issue. But right now, the feeling of his lips on you made it hard to care about any onlookers. He was all you could think about – until his phone rang next to your leg on the seat.

Asmo pulled away, irked by the interruption. His fingertips teasingly traced down your thigh as he lowered his hands to grab his phone. The name on the screen didn’t ease his annoyance, and he reluctantly accepted the call.

“What do you want, Mammon?” Asmo placed one hand on the wall behind you and held his phone to his ear with the other. As irritating a distraction as this was, Asmo was determined to shower you in affection, so he lowered himself to your neck and began to kiss and suck at your skin.

“Get the fuck outta the library, Asmo.” You heard Mammon screaming through the phone. Did Asmo have to keep the phone so close to you? You were already trying to keep it down because you were in the library, and now there was a chance that Mammon would hear even the smallest moan you made.

“Why?” Asmo asked between kissing your neck.

“Someone’s live streaming you and MC! It’s up on DevilTube right now. 500-some people are watchin’.”

Still focused on your neck, Asmo wanted to shrug it off with a “let them watch” and keep going – as long as you were into it, at least. However, another voice boomed in the background of Mammon’s call. “Meet me in the student council room, immediately – both of you.”

Lucifer. Now it was serious. The line dropped and Asmo sat up.

“Show’s over,” Asmo said – mostly to you, but also loud enough for anyone nearby (especially a particular live streaming voyeur) to hear. He helped you to your feet and sighed. “Sorry, darling. I got us in trouble again. I couldn’t resist.”

You had a long lecture ahead, but Asmo promised to make it up to you. At the end of the night, you both were of the same mind: worth it.

Beelzebub

Beelzebub was determined to win his match when you told him that you were coming to watch. It wasn’t like he would have been embarrassed to lose in front of you – he had lost in front of you before, but knowing you were going to watch him lit a fire in Beel. He wanted to win more than ever.

All his effort was worth it when he spotted you among the cheering crowd. He rushed to you after the final whistle blew.

“You were amazing, Beel.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. Don’t worry, if you can’t reach, he’d pick you up. “Congratulations.”

Normally, Beel would feel self-conscious about you touching him after a match when he was coated in a layer of sweat, but right now, he was all smiles. You were so proud of his victory that you kissed him. He didn’t mind that his team members and the entire audience could see – that might have made it better. Sometimes, even Beel wanted to show off that you loved him.

His chuckle rang out in your ear. “Thank you, MC. Do you mind waiting up for me?”

“Of course not,” you held Beel’s face in your hands. “I wanted to go home with you.”

“Thanks,” Beel grinned. “Wait for me outside of the locker room. I’ll try to be quick.”

Beel was true to his word. He showered, changed, and hurried out to see you – taking just enough time to quickly congratulate his teammates before leaving. His teammates were used to a bit more talk about the ups and downs of their match from Beel, but after they saw you there, they knew exactly why Beel was in such a rush.

He spotted you in the hall immediately.

“Ready to go?” you asked with a smile.

“Yes – well, no. Not yet.” Beel furrowed his brows, and a faint blush painted his face. You tilted your head in confusion. “MC, can I kiss you back?”

He melted your heart. “Of course, you can, Beel.”

You expected a kiss on the cheek, but his lips met yours, instead. His hand slid up the side of your neck to your cheek. Beel had a tender touch that caused your skin to burn. Even when he caught you off guard, he was so sweet that you would let him do whatever he wanted. His tongue teased you slightly. The footsteps and chatter further down the hall didn’t cause either of you any hesitation. Both of your minds were clouded with desire, and who knows what would have happened if Beel’s stomach didn’t interrupt you with a loud growl.

Beel pulled away, embarrassed that his own stomach had betrayed him. There goes the mood. He gave you a sheepish, apologetic smile. “Sorry, can we get something to eat on the way home?”

“Don’t apologize. You must be starving after all that exercise.” You caressed his arm. “We can get food on the way back.”

“Good. I wanted to take you out on a date, anyway.” Beel took your hand and headed towards the exit.

“You did?”

“Yeah. You made me so happy when you kissed me earlier. I wanted to spend more time with you.”

“Beel.” You could feel your heart melting all over again.

Beel stopped in his tracks, and with his free hand, he tilted your chin towards him and ran his thumb across your lip. “Besides, we have to eat while we’re out. Once we get home, I want to focus all my attention on making you just as happy.”

Belphegor

No one could get Belphegor to wake up that morning. Beel had gotten him dressed in the same way one changes the clothes on a doll. Lucifer was determined to get him to school on time – even if that meant that he or Beel had to carry Belphie there themselves.

It was lucky, then, that you arrived to walk them to school. Lucifer pleaded (or at least in his own, prideful way, he was pleading) with you to help him wake Belphie up. He was already dressed, so there went the option of dumping water on him. Sometimes Belphie was a hassle, even for you, but other times, all it took was a simple trick.

Despite everyone watching on in anticipation, and Mammon rudely trying to make a bet against you – one which Levi and Satan gladly took him up on, you leaned down towards Belphegor’s ear and whispered, “it’s time to wake up, Belphie, please?” before you placed a kiss on his cheek. The protests came flooding in, as you expected. Belphegor moaned sweetly into your ear as he stirred from his sleep. He sat up to drape himself around your neck.

“Carry me, please?”

Asmo shrieked in response. “Belphie is so cute when he’s sleepy, but this is so unfair. Stop clinging to MC like that!”

“Don’t compliment that jerk for cozyin’ up to MC!”

“I’m so jealous. If I knew MC would kiss him, I would have stayed in bed, too.”

“If you spoil him MC, everyone in the house will start refusing to wake up,” Satan scolded you to mask his own jealousy.

“All of you, shut up and head downstairs,” Lucifer shouted. “We’re leaving in a minute – and if any of you attempt to sleep in tomorrow, I will tie you up and drag you to school myself – and we’ll take the roughest, most jagged paths to get there.”

That sent them all running, except for Beel. “I’ll grab you a snack from the kitchen before we go. You have to eat breakfast, Belphie.”

“Make it quick, please Beel,” Lucifer sighed. “Can I trust you to get him down the stairs and out of the door?”

“Of course.”

“Thank you,” Lucifer offered you a guilty smile – the kind a parent gives when someone else soothes their crying child in their stead.

Belphegor pulled you in tighter and rested his head on your shoulder.

“Oh no you don’t, you have to get to school.” You made a half-hearted attempt to push him away, but you caved and allowed him to snap back into the warmth of your body.

“I know. I was just thinking,” Belphegor hummed and nuzzled into your neck, “I wish you could wake me up like this every morning. Getting up wouldn’t be so bad if you were the first person I saw. It’d be even nicer if you were the last one before I went to sleep, too.”

You placed another kiss on his cheek. “That’s very sweet, Belphie. If you hurry off to class, maybe I’ll find a way to sneak you into my bed tonight.”

“You mean it?” Now he was alert. An adorable smile formed on his lips. You really knew how to incentivize a demon.

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angelltheninth · 7 months

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Letting Mephistopheles Take Out His Frustration

Pairing: Mephistopheles x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, blowjob, office sex, teasing, cum shot, hair-pulling (for Reader), cum eating

A/N: Again not enough solo content for this gorgeous man.

Such a slow news day today. Scratch that, slow month is more like it. How was it possible that in a school with such interesting students there was nothing to write about? When did everyone settle down so much? Or maybe they were so crazy that it started to become normal? Mephisto couldn't tell anymore.

"I suppose I could write about your superb blowjob skills but then I fear I'd have to fight of every other man in here." He looked down just as your mouth made a wet, sticky pop around the tip of his cock.

"Yeah? You think my blowjobs are that good?" His praise made your pussy flutter around your fingers, not yet enough to make you come but you were getting close.

Mephisto made a curling motion with his middle and fourth finger, which of course made you mimic him and hit your g-spot and moan around his cock. His smile widened as he leaned further back in his chair, his headache slowly going away, replaced by a hot burning ache to fill your throat with cum.

From the base of your neck to the back of your head he dragged his hands through your hair and used it to push you back down on his cock all the way. "I wouldn't ask for them if I didn't love them. And if you didn't love giving them you wouldn't get so cumdrunk." Fuck, he was right, how could you not be when he tasted divine? Ironically. You moved your head up and down on his cock, tongue pressing against the fat, pulsing vein running down the length.

The salty taste exploded in your mouth and as much as you wanted to drink it down Mephisto had other plans for you. You whimpered in pain when he pulled you back by your hair and grabbed handfuls of your tits and used them to catch his cum instead. You knew how much he got off on seeing his cum on you. "Can I come? Plea-" Mephisto's cock pushed between your breasts, immediately shooting more hot cum across your face, "Mephisto, let me come already!"

"You look very cute when you beg with cum all over you." His thumbs rolled over your nipples, "Come for me darling, ride your pretty fingers and come while I fuck your tits." With your mouth free you could let your moans and whimpers out, combing them with the wet, slippery sounds of your fingers sliding in and out of your overly sensitive pussy, your horny juices dripping down your wrist while you desperately tried to catch the stray drops of Mephisto's cum.

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midnight-vixn · 2 years

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Beach Party

Mephistopheles x Fem!Reader

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

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

Word count: 4.1k

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

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

He couldn’t believe Lucifer would let you leave the house dressed like that, your bottoms hugged your hips snuggly yet barely covered your ass, your breasts were practically falling out of that top, one strong wave and you’d lose it completely. The nerve of a human to dress like that in front of so many demons, have you no shame? That thing left very little to the imagination…yet for some reason Mephistopheles found himself trapped in his.

Watching you act so innocent annoyed him, splashing around in the ocean with that accursed Avatar of Greed, as if you weren’t on full display and filling every demon looking with lust. A knot formed in his stomach as he watched a wave knock you off your feet and directly onto the unsuspecting Avatar of Wrath, his hands coming up to catch you but instead groping your chest on accident.

Ungrateful bastard.

You made your way out of the water finally, water dripping off the curves of your body and sunlight bouncing off your wet skin making you glow practically. You made your way over to the cabana and picked up a towel, the way you dried yourself off was a sin all on its own, slowly rubbing over your inner thighs and ass, bending over to dry your feet and your ass becoming even more exposed, Mephistopheles was confident you were just fondling yourself now instead of actually drying your chest off.

You tossed the towel on a nearby chair and headed off toward the tiki bar that was set up a few yards away with the ever gleeful Avatar of Lust, the second and third born brothers right on your heels. Watching you walk off Mephisto couldn’t help but watch as your bottoms road up your ass to expose the soft flesh underneath, his throat became dry and he felt himself twitch under his shorts. It was outrageous that a mere human could make him feel like this, it was appalling, disgusting even…but it wasn’t the first time.

Mephistopheles had caught himself thinking about you in very provocative situations before but always shut it down before he got too worked up. This time however he had a front row seat to your exposed skin and the way your wet bikini clung to your curves, it was too late to stop himself. He reached down subtly to palm his growing erection and a noise caught in his throat, he didn’t care if he was caught masturbating but he would die if they found out it was to you. His mind wandered farther, undressing you fully, groping at your chest, inhaling your scent… your scent.

Mephisto’s eyes flew open and he scanned the cabana frantically, he knew he had seen you remove a tank top before heading to the water and he had a perverted idea. Landing sight on your top he calmly but quickly approached the cabana, a few feet from the table your top was on, laid the seventh born brother flat on his stomach with a towel covering his face from the sun and thankfully in a deep sleep. Mephistopheles checked his surroundings and then grabbed your shirt, balled it up and made his way back to the cliff side he had emerged from.

Shielding himself from the view of others, Mephisto leaned back against the smooth rock and pulled his waistband down, letting his stiff cock spring free. A sharp gasp at the sudden freedom before he wrapped one hand firmly around the base, somehow he was incredibly turned on and ashamed at the same time, his long cock was already throbbing, veins visible all along his shaft, his tip darkening from the blood rushing to it, fuck you for making him feel like this.

Mephistopheles started to pump his cock slowly, envisioning you back in the water, the way the waves crashed against your body and the way the water dropped off you. His one hand started to pump a little faster while the other held firmly onto your shirt, Mephisto hesitated for a moment before he brought the shirt up to his face inhaling your scent. His eyes blew wide, it was intoxicating to have your scent so close to him, it felt as though you were right here with him while he fucked himself. What a treat that would be, to have you sit at his feet with your hands bound while he stroked himself above you, his precum dripping off and landing on your lips.

How defenseless you would be as he pulled your mouth open and slid his cock down your throat, tears running down your cheeks as he fucked your face, your moans vibrating around his cock. Mephisto pumped faster, his heartbeat racing and moans ripping from his throat, the occasional Fuck! falling from his lips. He wanted you— no, needed you here to fuck. Inhaling your scent once more, Mephisto got another idea, he slowly rubbed your shirt against his abs and down toward his other hand. First gently rubbing the fabric against his sensitive cock, then wrapping it tightly around his leaking member and using both hands to grip himself as he thrusted into your shirt. Your scent mixing with his own caused Mephisto to let out an embarrassingly needy moan, one he would never own up to if questioned.

A sudden thought occurred in his mind, what if you returned and found your shirt missing? The possibility of not finishing fast enough and getting caught only spurred him on, imagining the look on your face, how mad you would be, fuck you were so hot when you were angry. Jerking himself to the thought of you yelling at him, the anger in your voice sent him over the edge and his orgasm ripped through him, ropes of cum spilling onto your shirt, the sight only coaxing more out of him. Once his balls were empty he unwrapped your shirt from his cock and took in the sight, once nice and clean but now covered in his cum, covered in his scent. Mephisto looked back at the cabana, still empty minus the slumbering youngest, and made his way back over to return what he borrowed.

…

“Asmo will you help me reapply my sunscreen?”

“Of course hun! I can’t let you burn that beautiful skin of yours~”

“Tch, why’s he get to do it?? He did it last time!” Mammon argues as your group walks back to the cabana.

“Because Levi would either pass out or cream his pants if I asked him and your hands tend to wander where they don’t belong because you’re a greedy little perv.” You tease.

“What did I do??” Levi screeched in defense, his face turning bright red from your accusation.

“Yeah well…my hands belong there more than Asmo’s…” the second born mumbles in response while running a hand through his hair. You knew the affect you had on the brothers dressed like this, they had a hard time keeping their hands off you under normal circumstances but beach trips always made them all turn into handsy pervs; all but Asmo somehow.

The two now grumpy brothers take off to the water again while you hand Asmo the sunscreen bottle, after he finishes covering your back he heads down to the water himself. You hang back for a moment to let the lotion dry and notice your tank top hanging off the edge of the table, you reach to pick it up and immediately regret the choice. Your hand is instantly covered in a thick substance, one you’re all too familiar with thanks to the local panty thieves you live with, and you try to figure out which one did it this time.

You shove Belphie’s sleeping body with your foot, the way he jostles around tells you he’s been in a deep sleep since you guys arrived, Mammon and Leviathan have been with you the entire time, Satan and Beelzebub have been off competing in some game and while they’ve marked your belongings before you know neither of them would do so in public. Asmodeus always behaves himself around you at the beach— he would rather mark you than your clothes anyway— so you rule him out. Lucifer has been chatting with Diavolo since you arrived, his way of staying distracted and away from you while looking so tempting, you realize none of the brothers could have done this and become repulsed. What sick demon decided to mess with your shit while you were away? You drop the shirt and sneer at it, as you turn to go find Lucifer you spot something from the corner of your eye that makes your blood boil.

Over near the cliff side stands that jackass Mephistopheles, looking much more smug and pompous than usual. You assume he just watched your unfortunate discovery and is now laughing at your discomfort, but then you read his features a little more. His body leaned against the massive rocks a little too relaxed, his eyes a little softer than usual, his arms crossed and his head tilted just slightly as he smirks. You’ve seen that exact look before several times from Belphie, usually when he’s being a brat, usually right after you find out that he—

You sick freak!

Your blood runs hot, your eyes go wide with rage, you grab your cum stained shirt and start off towards that smug ass demon. You watch as he snaps back to reality seeing you approach him, his face flashes concern for about .7 seconds before turning into a look of disgust per usual. You feel the rage from the last several months of dealing with him start to surface, you’ve held your tongue for far too long; he’s about to get more than he bargained for. You stop just short of him and suppress the urge to slap that look off his face, your brows furrow and fists clench in rage.

“Whatever you want make it quick. I don’t want anyone to see me socializing with you.” God he’s such a dick. Your eye twitches at his words, making it seem like your not worthy of his time after doing this.

“You know exactly why I’m standing here!” You hold up your fist that grips tightly onto your top.

“What? Did someone touch your stuff?” The smirk on his lips grows.

“You know exactly who did this!” You snap.

“Afraid not.” He scoffs and looks away. It’s a lie, obviously he knows. He still remembers how it felt wrapped around his leaking cock, he still remembers the high he felt releasing himself onto it. His scent is so strong that he’s surprised the brothers didn’t smell it when returning to the cabana, you can’t pick up on scents the way demons can and for that he’s grateful, maybe he can still get away with it; so long as you don’t notice the tent in his pants that grows with each word you spit at him in anger. “Maybe you shouldn’t leave your shit unattended while you go around dressed like a—”

His sentence cut off as your hand makes contact with his cheek, the impact loud enough to be heard yards away, the palm of your hand burns from the force behind it, the satisfaction you feel is strong but short lived; quickly replaced by shock and confusion. The sound of your slap is loud, but the moan that Mephistopheles releases is louder. You assume at first he’s just being a dick again, making fun of you for slapping him, but soon register that something else is happening here. His eyes stay closed even after the slap, his cheeks flush, his lips twitch to fight off a smile, his arms had uncrossed and now gripped the wall behind him, you glance down and notice the obvious bulge in his shorts.

So, he likes it rough?

Your blood runs hot but for an entirely different reason now, you shame yourself for being turned on by him of all demons, but then admit that this is too good an opportunity to pass up. He opens his eyes just barely and looks down at you in a way that makes you want to rip him to shreds.

I can work with that.

You grab his face with your free hand, jerking him down to your level, he groans softly but doesn’t fight back against your hold.

Whore.

You look him dead in the eyes and hold your stained shirt up close to his face.

“You did this didn’t you?” You press. He glances over at your shirt quickly and then back to you, eyes wandering over your face and lingering on your lips, he nods yes and gives you another slight smirk. You release his face and shove him against the wall behind him, your hand pressing into his chest while your eyes stay locked on his. Mephisto groans again, arching his back slightly as his eyes flutter shut, only to open them again to your steely gaze. You press your body close to his, feeling yourself throb as soon as his erection presses against your thigh, your mind clouds while trying to guess just how big he is under those stupid shorts.

“Why’d you do it?” You move your face in closer to his. “To be an asshole? Or are you just another sick perverted demon who likes humans?”

You watch him sneer and roll his eyes as his flush deepens, using his own words against him was a sick move; he fucking loved you for it. “Answer me.” You command. He writhes against you, another soft groan leaving his throat as he does his best to look smug and not unabashedly horny while he answers .

“I don’t like getting off on my own.” He nearly moans in response. “Wanted your scent to help me.”

Your free hand grabs onto his throat, his eyes roll back and mouth falls open while he bucks into you lightly. You refrain from grinding against him and pull him down towards you again so you can reach his ear.

“Next time you want help, just ask.” You practically growl at him. With the brothers you’re normally much more gentle and kind, but this one demon makes something inside you come to life; he makes you feel more demonic than anything else down here. “But since you like being a gross pervert,” you pry his mouth open and shove your shirt in. “You can clean this for me.”

Mephisto moans as you shove your shirt in his mouth, your fingers pressing against his tongue, the taste of his own cum filling his mouth, his hands grab onto your hips and pull you closer to his own. You chuckle softly as he starts rutting against you, short muffled moans continuing as he starts to suck on the fabric wrapped around your fingers. After all the harassment from him you revel in the way he breaks under you like this, watching him turn into a needy little toy for you to use, the fire in your body takes over finally.

You latch onto his neck and bite down harshly, drinking in the loud moan he releases and feeling his voice vibrate against your fingers. Your free hand lets go of his neck and snakes down between your bodies to brush lightly over his cock, he bucks into your touch instantly but you move away before he can. A pathetic whine escaping him while his thighs squeeze together, you run your hand up under his shirt exploring his toned stomach but not stopping until you reach his chest.

His breath hitches as your hand caresses his pec and one hand shoots up to grab your wrist in an attempt to stop you, it’s obvious someone doesn’t want you to find out how much of a whore he is, you shake him off and continue towards your goal. You trace circles around it first, teasing and edging him before finally running a nail gently across his nipple. The moan that leaves Mephistopheles would probably rival Asmodeus if it wasn’t muffled by your shirt in his mouth, his body bucks wildly against you desperate for more, he starts to pant while his hands grab at your body. He’s clearly pent up and craving release if he’s willing to act this shameless in front of you, you almost feel bad for him…almost.

You pull away from his neck and jerk his head to look at you again, a pathetic and needy look in his eyes as he continues to suck on your fingers. His tongue is thick and licks at your digits greedily, you envision how it would feel against your wet folds, how he would suck on your clit just as desperately as he does your fingers, a shiver runs down your spine and you let a sultry moan leave your lips just to see how he reacts. Mephisto’s eyes go wide and when he moans this time he opens his mouth wide enough to let his tongue loll out, you shove your shirt further into his mouth stuffing him full.

“You better stay quiet unless you want someone to know your getting off with a filthy human.” You hiss in his ear. You grab hold of one of his wrists and bring his hand up to squeeze your chest, his fingers sink into to the plush skin and you gasp as he starts to fondle your breast on his own. Your hand snakes back down to his shorts but this time you reach in to pull out his cock, your hand wraps around his shaft and you feel yourself throb again at his girth, Mephisto’s body goes stiff at your touch. You can feel him throbbing against your palm, you run your thumb against the thick vein on his underside and watch him squirm and whimper as you do.

You finally pull him free of his shorts, you look down to see just how big he is and let out a breathy moan, he’s far bigger than you would’ve imagined and his girth alone makes your legs shake. His tip is steadily leaking precum and his shaft is already coated in the slick, you run your hand up slowly and listen to Mephisto choke on his own moans. You squeeze lightly on his tip and run your thumb across his slit, he bucks frantically into your hand trying to get more from you.

“Don’t be greedy.” You order, letting go of his leaking cock. Mephisto whines as you release him but quickly gets over it when he feels his throbbing length rest against your lower stomach, the feeling of your soft skin and still damp bottoms making his head spin. His hand slips under your top and pulls at your nipple as he ruts against you, his slick coating your stomach and making it easier for him to hump you. You moan at his touch, the way he harshly pulls and flicks your nipple sending a wave of lust through your body, you grab his cock again and start stroking him just as harshly. Mephisto’s hand twitches on your breast and his head falls to the side as he becomes lost in the way you pump him closer to his orgasm.

Consumed by your own lust and greed you use your other hand to pull your bottoms to the side, a cruel and wicked idea in mind. You slow your strokes and instead graze his tip along your soaked folds, letting it catch against your clit and moaning at the sensation. Mephisto arches his back and tries desperately to buck into you each time his tip glides across your entrance, you refuse to grant him the satisfaction though. Continuing to tease him and yourself, your other hand now reaches up to play with his chest again, you listen to the usually stuck up demon turn into a whimpering mess, you’re barely able to make out a string of very muffled Fuck, please! as you quicken your pace. You reach up to pull your shirt out of his mouth and listen to him gasp before slumping against you and moaning into your neck.

“Fuck! Shit! Aaahhhhaaa, fuck! Faster, faster, go faster!” Mephisto begs, his one hand still groping your breast while the other reaches down to grip your ass. You fulfill his wish and stroke him quickly again while running his leaking tip through your folds still, your mind goes fuzzy as your own desire builds and you give into temptation. You pop his swollen head into your pussy and clench at the way he stretches you, gasping and moaning at the same time.

“FUUUUCK!” Mephisto growls against you, his abs clenching as he tries to fight off his climax hoping you’ll give him more. You want more, so much more, but your pride won’t allow that…not now at least. You pull his hair to adjust his face so you can latch onto his lips, stealing harsh kisses and letting him slip his tongue into your mouth, melting at the way his moans vibrate into you. The two of you becoming completely lost in each other, swirling your tongues around one another and grinding desperately against the other.

You bite down on Mephisto’s bottom lip and tug at it as you stroke him through his orgasm, his body shaking and knees going weak as ropes of his cum cover your stomach, thighs and hand. His head is spinning in the aftermath and he watches you clean off with your soiled shirt through half lidded eyes, he slumps against the wall behind him trying to ground himself. He’s pissed at himself for letting you do this to he him, for letting you make him feel so damn good, but he’s hurt that you would deny him the full experience. You can see the glint of betrayal in his eyes and can’t help but smirk, you grab his face gently this time and let out a satisfied laugh.

“I have better demons to play with at home.” You give an overly condescending wink before releasing your hold. He scoffs and tries to snap back at you but his body is still reeling from the earth shattering orgasm you just pulled out of him. You blow him a teasing kiss and make your way back to the cabana, stuffing your soaked shirt in your bag in order to hide it from the brothers.

Mammon, of course, finds you first and is immediately flushed. His eyes scan over your body, your arousal is strong enough to send every demon nearby into a frenzy, or at least enough to make Belphie wake up from his nap.

“What’s got you turned on?” The youngest asks while sitting up finally.

“The hell are you askin her that for!” Mammon snaps.

“If you shut up I’ll let you help me, Mammon.” You interject, grabbing his wrist and pulling him away from the cabana. “Not like that’s a question though.”

…

Mephistopheles watches you lead the second born off somewhere, undoubtedly to let him fuck you until you can’t think anymore, his stomach churns at the thought. It should be him between your legs fucking you numb, it should be his name you cry out as you cum, it should be his scent covering you. Mephisto let’s out a deep groan in annoyance, he hates that you consume his thoughts like this but he loves the way you feel against his body. Maybe he will ask you for help next time, in an empty classroom back at the school.

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cherryxblossxms · 8 months

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Hehe yes let's cuck Mephisto with Luci too ~

I think he's planning a prank (or maybe sabotage?) with the anti Lucifer league and he doesn't quite get out of Lucifer's office fast enough when he hears the two of you coming. He scrambles into a closet right when you and Lucifer come in, too busy making out to notice the closet door slightly ajar.

Mephisto is disgusted at first. He can't look away, it's so horrible. He watches as you strip each other, Lucifer puts you on his desk. Your incessant moaning and his groaning...

Mephisto didn't really notice how intently he was watching, nor did he notice how hard he was until his cock throbbed at the erotic display... He palms himself, feeling dirty at enjoying such a thing but he's mesmerized and stuck in this closet anyway.

I'm so sorry I'm getting to this so late 😭 I ran to the notification when I first got it but I just could not find the spoons to respond

Godddd this whole thing is so 🥵🥵 I could not stop myself from making this into. Idk whatever this is, but anyway I need that man badly (and maybe need to make him suffer a little lmaoo)

[Nsfw obv, mdni. GN reader, voyeurism, implied cucking/getting caught at the end ehehe~]

At first, Mephisto is so disgusted by what's he's seeing. The two people he detests most— the angel traitor saved by his gracious Lord Diavolo, and the weak unworthy human representative of the exchange program— and you're locking lips like its your job, knocking into Lucifer's desk in your excitement. And of course you two would be drawn together, it's only expected that two unsavory types would be getting up to such indecent activities together. The wet noises of your mouths meeting and the way you're groping each other, it's perverse, Mephisto thinks.

He has half a mind to report you two to Lord Diavolo, what you're doing has to be a problem, right? Just thinking about it is titillating, as he remains hidden in the closet, not wanting to get caught and maybe get some good dirt on either of you. Maybe he'll get some kind of reward for alerting the Young Lord about these transgressions. In fact, maybe he'll even—

His thoughts are interrupted when you unleash a soft whimper, the sound sending shivers through his body and his heart pumping. He didn't even realize, you two had gotten partially undressed already while he was lost in thought, shirts pulled open and halfway off and Lucifer's hand disappearing beneath your waistband, the demon sucking on the side of your neck as his hand clearly worked you into a frenzy.

Suddenly it's like he can't tear his eyes away from his peeping spot in the closet, almost holding his breath just waiting for what happens next. Watching as Lucifer marks you up to satisfaction, his hand working a steady rhythm between your legs as you writhe against him, still making that delicious needy noise, before its clearly not enough for either of you. Before Mephisto can react, Lucifer has you set on his desk, tugging your bottoms down and off and working his own open just long enough to free his leaking cock, losing no time as he quickly enters you.

If Mephisto thought your prior noises were indecent, the moan you let out now is downright sinful. The noise of a rattling desk fills the air as Lucifer pumps into you, and whether it's by a miracle or a curse, Mephisto can see it all clearly. See the way you manage to fit Lucifer's cock, see the way you grasp onto the desk or onto Lucifer, whatever you can reach, as your face is twisted with pleasure. He couldn't quite make out Lucifer's face from his angle, but that was perhaps for the better.

Mephisto suddenly becomes all too aware of how tight his pants have become, a distinct need in his groin calling to him. Just the thought of stroking himself to you two is offensive, he tries to convince himself. But it's like his body can't control itself, his hand reaching down to relieve the ache anyway, not long before he's fisting his own leaking cock in time with Lucifer's thrusts into you. He can't even manage to tear his eyes away, eating up every little change in your expression and the things you respond best to.

He bites his knuckles trying to stay quiet, still trying to stay hidden until he can safely escape. But he's quickly lost to his own desires, imagining it's you he's fucking into. He'd show you how much more superior he is to Lucifer, show you what a true born-and-bred demon can do in bed. Lucifer could never compare, and he'd finally have you on your knees, begging for more, if he so wanted.

Just the thought of being the one to bring you to completion is enough to push him over the edge, hard, the climax catching him off guard. It's a miracle he manages to catch his spend in the palm of his glove before it can get on anything else. But what he fails to do is suppress the groan he makes as he cums, and his lusty haze clears quick in the following panic, looking to see if he'd been found out.

Thankfully, you'd all seemed to finish at the same time— he can't help but regret he hadn't seen your face as it happened— and you were clearly still recovering atop Lucifer's desk, the demon himself still buried deep inside you and his hips finally still. Mephisto instantly relaxes, thankful he wouldn't have to explain himself. He wasn't sure what he'd do if Lucifer of all people found out that, not only had Mephisto broken into his room, but was watching and masturbating to you two having sex like some kind of freak.

However, in his eagerness to relax, Mephisto missed the way Lucifer's lips quirked up, crimson eyes sparing the briefest glance in the direction of his closet.

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l3viat8an · 11 months

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i just like the idea of hate fucking mephistopheles on the regular. stopping in empty hallways, locking themselves into an empty classroom, the office??? even someplace in the castle or even other places in rad. i just. mc wants to be hate fucked by him everywhere. and if we all agree about the demons having heat cycles, it only gets worse with that.

- 🍵💕

Nsfw content MDNI

Ya probably already know I wrote about hate fucking Mephisto here because yesss it’s hot okay-

But the idea of it becoming a regular thing hdkshsj-

and when he’s in heat / rut (whatever it’s called idk anymore-) Mephisto getting possessive of you!!!

Obviously he doesn’t care about you!! but you’re not allowed too close to any other demons. If you are Mephisto has to come over and either rub his face on to try and cover you in his scent or you’re getting dragged off to the nearest bathroom or empty classroom so he can fuck his scent and seed onto ‘n into you~

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rae-writes · 1 year

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Such a Wh*re (I love it)

Mephisto x reader

wc : 1.k

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

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

“What a whore.”

You slam your D.D.D down a little too hard on the desk, eyes cutting dangerously at the purple haired noble, “I beg your fucking pardon?”

Mephisto doesn’t back down. Typical. “Don’t act like it’s not true, Mc, we all see how you interact with the seven brothers, Solomon, Simeon, Barbatos, and even our Prince. I just don’t see how Lord Diavolo thinks it savory to meddle with someone such as yourself on any other basis except for being an exchange student.”

While a bit dumbfounded that he was talking to you like this, you still find it in yourself to give him an irritable smirk, “Oh? Are you jealous, Mephistopheles?”

“As if. I just thought you should know how you look, flaunting yourself around like that.”

With your hues darkening mischievously, you make your way towards him, “So you admit to watching me?” Using his surprise at your closeness, you take the opportunity to grip his tie.

“I never said— h-hold on, w-what do you t-think you’re d-doing?!”

You huffed out a ‘cute’, grin getting impossibly sharper at his sudden stuttering. Swiftly, you undo the knot and yank the accessory off, using it to tie his hands behind his back.

Trying to choke out a proper sentence, Mephisto gapes at you, eyes widening when you mutter a spell to make the tie inescapable. “Mc! I-I demand you answer me!”

“What’s it look like, pretty boy? ‘M being the whore you seem to so desperately want me to be— and I’m not even going to charge you for the front row seat you’re in.”

His breath quickens as you shove him back into a chair, eyes darting from you to the door that’s only half closed; anyone could walk in here- it was the newspaper club’s office room.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head.” With a wave of your hand, the door slams shut and locks itself. “No one’s gonna see you all embarrassed and humiliated but me today.”

“N-no one h-humiliates me.”

You lick a stripe up his neck, working on undoing his school shirt buttons after opening his blazer, “Watch me.”

It takes less than a minute- to expose his chest and tug his pants down just enough to free his leaking cock. Mephisto can’t decide whether it’s because you’ve had practice or because in this position, he’s more pliant than he’s ever been. He chooses the former to save face.

“You know, for having such an ugly mouth, you sure are pretty. Pretty eyes, pretty hair, pretty body…” your eyes flit downward with an amused twinkle, “Pretty dick.”

Mephisto swallows the gasp that wants to escape at your words, instead choosing to screw his eyes shut and tilt his head back. Wrong move.

Because now you're attacking it with sucks and bites, leaving no patch of skin untouched by your lips, and he can feel the bruises forming, feel the sharp bloom of pleasure when you bite down harder and it makes him keen.

And you know he’s given up his facade when he doesn’t even acknowledge the sounds he’s making, especially when his hips jerk as you grip the base of his cock.

“C’mon, ‘phisto.” Your free hand grips his jaw and yanks his head down so brilliant green hues are staring back into yours; one eye still holds your own color while the other is a mix of blue, pink, and yellow. “Don’t you think ‘m pretty too?”

Yes his brain supplies, but nothing comes out of his mouth other than a strangled groan. And when you pout at his lack-luster response, he feels the need to get on his knees and praise you until you’re smiling again.

Moving down his tensed up figure, you come to a stop in front of his legs and wrench them apart so you can fit in the middle. “Maybe I need to go ask someone else? Maybe…Lucifer?”

Hearing his rival's name while you’re inches away from his cock makes Mephisto strain against the bindings keeping his arms in place, eyes glaring down at you heatedly.

“No?” You hum in mock thought, swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock absentmindedly, “Then tell me I’m pretty.”

“F-fuck, you’re pretty, you’re so fucking pretty, Mc.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes!” The noble groans, “Especially when you’re looking at me.” He doesn’t even care about his pride on the line here as long as he keeps your—

“Attention, hm? That’s what gets you going, is my attention? Why didn’t you just say so, silly demon.” You wrap your lips around him, taking his cock all the way down so casually he almost thinks he’s dreaming.

“S-shit! Oh, fuck, f-fuck!” Mephisto feels you laugh freely, sending his back arching at the vibrations. He knows his cheeks are ablaze, embarrassingly so, but- “P-please, please don’t stop!”

Laughing again, you come off his cock with a pop, using your hand instead so you could coo at him, “Look at you, Mephisto. Whining, begging, and trembling because of me.”

He tries to shake his head to deny it, but it only adds to his thrashing as he feels himself getting closer and closer to that delicious edge.

“I think…” You dig your tongue harshly into his slit, making him cry out so loud it bounces off the walls, “I think you’re the whore.”

At that, Mephisto just falls apart in your hands, toes curling in his shoes while his body shakes so much he’s almost afraid he’s gonna fall off the chair he’s on.

It’s a gorgeous sight. Purple hair all mussed up, cheeks a pretty dark pink, eyes half lidded, and tongue lolling out just the slightest amount. His chest, framed by the wrinkled uniform, is streaked with white, as are his blazer and pants. It’s such a sight that you can’t help but…

The sound of a shutter going off brings Mephisto back to reality, weakly opening his eyes to see what the noise was. What should be a cold wash of dread is instead a shock of heat forming in the pit of his stomach as he watches you hold up his camera.

You take your time connecting said camera up with your D.D.D, successfully transferring the picture over. It’s only when you place the electronics down does he finally speak.

“So what? You gonna leak that to everyone now that you’ve done your part at humiliating me?” Although he can’t help but find the predicament he’s landed himself in very hot, he still has a sliver of nervousness in his tone.

“Course not.” Walking back over to him, you lick some of the cum off his chest, “Looking like this? You’re all mine.” You savor the taste a bit more theatrically than you should, but the whimper that escapes Mephisto is all too worth it.

“M-Mc—“ he’s cut off by your lips crashing onto his and he doesn’t waste a single second in kissing you back, bullying his tongue into your mouth impatiently.

You moan at him in return, tangling your tongue with his before you pull back, a little breathless from the encounter, “Pretty, pretty, Mephistopheles…” Capturing him in another kiss, you make sure this one is slow and sensual to keep his attention on you.

It works. He doesn’t even realize you’ve undone your spell or that you’ve begun untying his restraints. All he’s focused on is your taste mixed with the faintness of his own and the warmth of your breath when you break away for a quick moment, just to come right back. It was intoxicating and he loved it. Craved it.

Pulling away one last time, you gaze at him thoughtfully, “I wonder if your mark is as pretty as you…maybe you’ll let me find out someday, hm?” And then you’re grabbing your phone, waving at him, and exiting the room, taking a piece of his pride with you.

But Mephisto doesn’t mind, not really. Even when he scrambles around to clean himself off and make himself presentable again to go meet up with his prince because he’ll sear his pact into you, no matter who says otherwise. You asked for it and he’s ever so glad to deliver.

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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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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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