#obey me mephisto x reader

[l3viat8an]

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

Nsfw

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe you really did deserve the way he mocked you-

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

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

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

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

[another-lost-mc]

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.

read more: mephistopheles masterlist | obey me! masterlist

[minimallyminnie]

Now as much as I love the new game, MC seems to be wayy too happy. I mean yeah, seeing the past and aiding the brothers seems to be great and all…but

Wouldn’t you miss the memories you made with the present time them more?

Obey Me! Gn Mc missing their own time frame

I kinda made Mc similar to a servant similar to Barbatos even if we’re their attendant.

Platonic or Romantic, you can choose who. Besides Luke who is always platonic

Even though you still adored the brothers and your other friends

You desperately wanted to go back to your time frame

Clutching onto your pillow in your bedroom (wrong all wrong, you’re supposed to be in the House Of Lamentation with them.) You bit onto your pillow to stifle your tears and wrapped your body around the long pillow

It wasn’t that Solomon was bad. Oh no, not at all. You adored him and admired how he went back to the past for you

(Which made your homesickness and guilt even worse when you felt as if you were being selfish and ungrateful)

But you missed them

You missed how Lucifer used to cover you with a blanket if you were outside at the table working on homework in the cold. How he used to laugh at small things like you accidentally insulting him or when you don’t know and find out about demon activities and food.

You missed Mammon who used to make you go shopping with him when you spent too much time working on whatever. Who always gave or bought you anything you needed for any sort of thing even if it was small. When he was protective of you or listening to something that you didn’t like. Like you weren’t a bother.

Leviathan who played games with you when you needed to relax. Who battled using the same damn character in Super Smash Devils and won every single time. Who gave you advice on how to take care of snakes and such in the devildom. You missed squealing over characters that you liked with him, pointing out each other’s type.

You missed Satan who listened to your worries about everyone and who you could count on to relate to you. Who gave you books that reminded him of you and your likes. Missing how he read to you detective books and how you read back to him about fantasy books.

Asmodeus who always reminded you about how beautiful you are despite anything you claim is ugly. Lest it be your weight, your eyes, ears, body type or anything you hate about yourself, he would always call you a beautiful flower. You missed him and how you two tried out outfits for each other, or how he would ask you to be his makeup dummy.

Beelzebub when he used to take you out to new restaurants or when he convinced you to try to cook a new thing he found on a random menu somewhere. You miss how he made you laugh while he inhaled your leftover food you couldn’t eat when you were full. When he passed you his snacks when your stomach grumbled.

Belphegor you missed even though he had murdered you in the past. You missed your napping buddy. Someone who helped you sleep when you needed in the middle of the day. Who helped you get rid of nightmares with a single touch to your head, letting you sleep peacefully. You missed him and how he slept next to you or Beel.

Even the others you missed!

You missed how hearty and warm Diavolo’s laugh was. How he spoke with confidence and kindness to everyone despite being insulted. You missed how he complimented you and how he’d help you with any situation or problem in the devildom.

You missed Barbatos who would help you in any situation as well. Who’d help you with any questions no matter how small. He gave you amazing cleaning advice and small items he would find that were beautiful to you. How despite the problem, he’d always help you in need.

Simeon’s words of encouragement and how he’d listen to every word and remembered it down to how you said it. How he always made you laugh for his poor technology skills. How sweet and helpful he was to you.

Luke who despite being teased by the brothers you lived with, treated you with respect and kindness. You miss his homemade cupcakes and sweet treats that he’d make especially for you. How he’d pout at being called a chihuahua.

You missed Raphael who’s stoticness would surprise and make you giggle every time he wouldn’t get a joke. Who despite being strict, treated everyone the same no matter what. His attention to detail has helped you on so many occasions.

Thirteen’s spunky behavior that almost got you in trouble at times but you had so much fun with her. You missed her and how she made you smile when you were upset about something, no matter how tiny the issue is. How you helped her prank Solomon many times.

Even Mephistopheles’s insults, that were all bark no bite. His honest opinions of your writing has helped you very much. You missed his straightforward advice and how stupidly entertaining your arguments with were.

…

“Please…I wanna go back.”

Your hands clench as your heart twists and whirls with devastation, grief, anger, and envy.

You want to see them again. You want to see your best friends, you want to see the patched up brothers you called your family.

You want and want and want

But.

You can’t have.

Remnants of your former powers regarding the pacts and magic spark as you look at your hand

Bits of red, yellow, purple, green, pink, orange, and indigo spark in your hand before dying

The pact marks on you have faded in their vivid colors

You choke on your tears and the words “Let me go back” stuck in your throat

Anger at the one who threw you in this timeframe

…

“You can cry, you know.”

Huh?

A warm hand rubs your back as you turn your head around and see Solomon with a warm but bittersweet smile

He puts his hand on your shoulder as you sit up and stare at the blanket

“You do not need to hold back on your tears. I am speaking as your friend. It saddens me to see you hold onto your grief. I can go back to the current time of course, but I know how hurt you are and how homesick. You miss them I can imagine.”

That’s right. You’re not exactly all alone again like when you first started out in the Devildom

“Please. Let go.”

And the dam breaks

You clutch onto Solomon’s back as you throw up all the words out of your mouth

Solomon gently lays his hands on your back, one rubbing your back and one just staying still, letting you know he’s still there with you

You miss this. If he were gone, you would’ve missed Solomon and how he relates to you so much. How lonely and isolated you felt at the time, he knew. He doesn’t need any reason from you if you just needed to be left alone or just needed a hug.

You know you have to go and attend to the brothers tomorrow morning. You still have to help them and try to get closer all over again. You still need to learn about how everyone was during this time period. You still need to know why Barbatos and Solomon have such a strained friendship and how the pact was made.

You still need to do so many things but for now, you can just cry.

And that’s good enough.

[my-names-angel-but-im-not-one]

*Mephisto knocks on the door*

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

Mephisto: is that suppose to keep me away?

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

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

[akuzonprime]

[9:42 AM] "Quit moving so much." Mephisto huffs, attempting to hide his red ears from you when you brush up against him again, trying to find a better position in this cramped closet you both got locked into.

[onyourowndaisymae]

trick or treat! can i get a treat with mephistopheles from obey me? 🍬

"this is an... odd tradition you have in the human realm," mephistopheles murmurs stiffly, snapping another photo with the professional camera in his hands.

"why? the devildom has haunted houses."

"in the devildom, haunted houses aren't so... juvenile."

click! another photo, this time focused on the ambient lighting outside the entrance of the spooky attraction you'd brought him to. he lowers the camera from his eye and looks around once more.

"well, at least give it a try first before you write it all off. c'mon."

fair enough. mephisto follows you into the haunted house, lingering a little closer than he usually would. why? it's a question he ponders himself as the two of you stroll side by side through unimpressive decorations and flashing lights inside this pseudo-maze.

you're human. utterly, completely insignificant. in the grand scheme of it all, you'll be six feet under within a century. if he blinks too long, you'll be a withered like a rotten apple on the ground in autumn, waiting to become one with the dirt from which you rose.

and yet-- mephisto moves a little closer.

a scare actor pops out from around the corner. you jump in surprise, shrieking and clutching onto his sleeve as you're startled. he's startled, too-- not by the actor (he saw that jumpscare coming a mile away), but by your decision to cling on to him in a moment of fear and irrationality. suddenly this boring attraction feels a little warmer than it did before.

"is that all it takes to scare you, human?" mephisto asks smugly. "i should have realized a lowly creature like yourself could be scared so easily."

despite his harsh words, the usual bite of a bitter tone was absent, replaced by something almost... fond? he was surprised to hear it himself.

maybe you would be gone in the blink of an eye-- humans, after all, are very fragile. but mephisto is starting to see something in you, something deeper than the surface that he initially brushed off. is this why diavolo adores you so?

"come," he beckons. his gloved hand finds your bare wrist and tugs you close, coaxing you against his side as you continue to walk through the haunted house. "let's keep going."

[misc-obeyme]

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

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

Hello, hello!

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

Thank you for participating!

COZY COMFORTS EVENT

GN!MC x Mephistopheles

NSFW MDNI

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[rashomonss]

For the 800 Followers how about:

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

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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)

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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.

[nicobicobee]

Mephistopheles x GN! Reader

Part one

Content: mc is implied to be shorter than Mephisto, mc likes sweeeeeeets, use of a pet name(?) (Little lamb), some suggestive content, angry kisses <3

A/N: my asks are open for requests! I don’t do anything past suggestive as that is all I’m comfortable with! As of rn it’s just obey me! I FORGOT TO ADD TAGS AGAIN

“Hey, I’m here!” You called through the newspaper club’s room to get Mephisto’s attention. He came striding through shortly after hearing your call. You finished off the chocolate bar you had been munching on and threw the wrapper in the trash.

“So, little lamb, where were we?” Mephisto asked, looking down at you with that cocky grin that made you want to punch him. You might have, but that little voice in your head telling you ‘that’s probably a bad idea’ won.

“Number one, ew,” you started, licking some melted chocolate off your thumb, “Number two, you know exactly where we were.”

“Okay, MC,” the way he said your name sent a shiver down your spine but you remained strong. You were not falling to this asshole’s so-called charm, “Tell me, what makes you crack? Would it perhaps be if I tasted that chocolate off of your lips?” He tilted your head up with his thumb and forefinger.

Your heart sped up in your chest and you gazed up at him, licking your lips nervously. Curse that voice.

Steeling yourself, you internally slapped yourself in the face. If he got the upper ground, he would never let you live it down.

“Go ahead,” you smirked, looking up at him defiantly.

Mephisto seemed shocked, his mouth opening to say something but no words coming out.

“If you want a taste, then be my guest.” Your look was a challenge, daring him to do it lest he be caught with an empty threat. He couldn’t have that.

Mephisto leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, much to your surprise. He didn’t linger for long, pulling away and licking his lips. “That does taste wonderful, but I must say you would taste even better.”

Holy shit this guy’s good.

Your defiant gaze finally slipped from his and a proud grin spread across his face. You wanted to strangle him but killing him would be too much of a hassle.

So you decided to one-up him.

You yanked him down by his tie as you had done the day before, pressing your lips to his in a kiss much more aggressive than the one he had offered you.

Mephisto’s hands moved to rest on your waist, his head tilting and slotting his mouth so perfectly with yours. He was ready for this, and it made you angrier.

He tasted like sweet, sweet coffee. He smelled like the pages of a newspaper, and you found that fitting.

Your hands rested on his shoulders as your lips moved against his, eyes finally fluttering closed.

You knew you probably shouldn’t be doing this. You hated this guy, and would beat yourself up about it later… but it felt so good.

It was you that pulled away first, panting and in need of oxygen.

“What do you not need to breathe or something?” You asked, your chest rising and falling with each breath of air.

“I might not, I guess you’ll never know,” Mephisto stood up straight, your hands falling from his shoulders but his hands never left your waist.

“You can move your hands away now.”

“I don’t think I want to.”

[l3viat8an]

I am a faithful believer that Mephisto surely would hatefuck reader bc their friendship with diavolo, but not because he's watching over Diavolo, no nono, he's being possessive of reader

Nsfw MDNI!

Mephisto genuinely hates you.

You take up Diavolo’s time and it’s annoying. It’s definitely not jealousy that you’re spending time with Diavolo and not with him!

That’s unthinkable.

Mephisto will deny it’s jealously, even when he has you pinned to the wall in the newsroom, muttering just how much; he hates you and “How you’re always up Diavolo’s ass. It’s so fucking annoying…” like he’s any better- as he kisses and bites his way down your neck.

Tugging clothes off haphazardly and bending you over his desk, still telling you how much he hates you, how you never leave his mind.

He can’t get a moment’s peace without your damn smile, the way your damn eyes light up when you’re happy and the way you-

The way you’ve completely taken over his mind and he hates you for it.

Even when he’s fucking you, just to show you how fucking annoying you are and just how much he hates you- ofc <3 You’re the only thing in his mind, how soft your skin feels, how sweet your moans and whines sound.

Even more then all of that, he hates you and he hates that he’s enjoying this.

Watching you cum around his cock, groaning out “Fuck, I h-hate you.” and filling you with his cum…..oh and another thing Mephisto hates….is seeing you try and waste his cum when he pulls out-

[another-lost-mc]

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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[midnight-vixn]

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.

[obey-me-disaster]

may i request NSFW alphabet Mephisto headcanons?

We really need more content about Mephisto in the main story, I NEED to see his demon form...for research purposes

Here is the NSFW prompt for anyone else thag would like to ask ^-^

Warning: NSFW

Mephistopheles x gn!MC

A=After care

This guy is pretty much as rich as Diavolo. He has big bathrooms where you two could take a bath together and he probably uses some really expensive bath bombs that also have some magical properties. Don't forget the expensive demonus.

For his after care, he prefers for the two of you to stay cuddled for a while and talk. That's when you'll see him be really open about himself and relax.

B=Body Part

His legs. They are really strong due to horse riding and it reminds him of all the hard work he puts into his hobby. They also look really nice but that's besides the point.

Also your legs, he loves to leave hickeys on your inner thighs whenever he eats you out/suck your dick.

C=Cum

His cum is thick and mostly salty. It sometimes tastes more sweet but for the most part salty.

He prefers to cum on your chest/abdomen cause in his mind it feels like he is claiming you. Seeing you covered in his cum inflates his ego as if it wasn't big enough

When it comes to you, he prefers when you come inside of him/in his mouth. He claims it's easier when it comes to clean up but in reality he just likes the feeling of you cuming inside of him.

D=Dirty Secret

This happened before he even started to like you as a friend, but he was annoying you and Satan about something and you quite literally stood up to him and put him in his place. That moment lived rent free in his head for 2 weeks and would get instantly horny just thinking about it. At the time he wasn't even into any kind of degradation so he was all the more confused. He kept of thinking of multiple ways you could put him in his place and it made him angry because he didn't even like you at that point.

E=Experience

He is a centuries(or maybe millennia) old demon that isn't really bound by duty or has some kind of trauma as far as we know and he is rich on top of it all. He got plenty of experience over the course of his life. Sure he doesn't exactly sleep around but he got his fair share of lovers over the years.

Watch him in canon be bitchless because he is loyal to Diavolo or some shit.

F=Favorite Position

This man is good at riding, I am just saying. He most likely loves any and all variations of cowgirl.

Also, if he is being a prick which he can really be he loves to be bent over one of the desks in the newspaper club. He will never admit it tho.

G=Goofy

He tries to be as romantic and as serious as he can. I am talking about setting the mood with an expensive dinner, candles, drinks etc. If you were to crack a joke during sex he would burry his head into your shoulder just to try and hide his smile.

H=Hair

Very well groomed, he takes great care of the way he looks. Won't admit it but he really values your opinion on him, so he always makes sure to look presentable for you.

I=Intimacy

He isn't someone to half ass things, especially when it comes to you. This of course, includes him being intimate with you.

If outside of the bedroom he is acting like a prick, when it's time to get intimate with you he becomes way softer, both in the way he talks and in his body language.

J=Jack off

Likes to think he is well above needing to jack off but he still does it every other day in the privacy of his own room

Once he gets into a relationship with you he prefers to wait until both of you can fuck, but he can't always have it his way so he still has to masturbate, maybe even more than he used to in the past

K=Kink

Praise him! He is a demon of pride so he lives to get praised. Just be careful not to inflate his ego too much. Of course, that means he likes to praise you too during sex

Some light degradation mixed with praise can go a long way for him. He loves the mix of the two. Tho degrading too much(both on him and you) is a turn off. With time he does start to like it more.

I can see overstimulation being on the list of kinks he has. Just continuing to fuck as you're still sensitive and force a second orgasm out of you. This also applies to him, don't be shy, he can happily take it

L=Location

If he wants to get really intimate with you and take his sweet time with sex, he prefers his place. He avoids the House of Lamentation like the plague unless he wants to rub in the demon brothers' face that you picked him and not the.

He heard stories from you about how the brother barge into your room without knocking and he doesn't want to get jumped by the lords for hell despite not doing anything wrong. One more reason to hate on Lucifer I guess

He may drag you into an empty classroom if he feels like he can't wait anymore to get you to his place.

M=Motivation

Absolutely hates to admit it, but seeing others flirt with you or get too close to his liking makes him want to take you away and turn all of your attention on him. He would rather die than admit how much of a turn on that is for him.

You putting him in his place when he is acting like a prick is also something he didn't expect to turn him on and he didn't know how to deal with that fact for a long time.

N=No

Humiliation if it isn't mixed with some praise. He likes it to a certain degree but too much just gets him out of the mood.

Edging. No other reason that he finds it frustrating and he can't find himself relaxing after that or getting into the mood to keep going.

O=Oral

He prefers receiving rather than giving. Not to say he doesn't like giving but he much prefers to be sitting down and have you suck his dick. He is pretty sensitive so he might pull on your hair without meaning too.

When it comes to giving he can get a little messy with spit dripping down his chin. Also be careful not to pull on his hair, he doesn't really like that.

P=Pace

He tries so hard to be slow and sensual but he always ends up losing himself due to how good you feel and is rougher than he would like to admit. If you call him out on it he will try to come up with some excuse and will not be able to look you in the eyes for an hour.

Unless you plan on teasing him and making him beg don't go slow on him. He has a love-hate relationship with that cause on one hand it feels so good but it's never enough to satisfy him.

Q=Quicky

When you first asked him about it he said he doesn't like them but not even a week later he pulled you into an empty classroom to have a quicky. He still prefers intimate sex over a quicky but after that incident he didn't try to act like he wouldn't want one once in a blue moon.

R=Risk

Unless you really want it or it sounds like he would like it he doesn't take risks. He says he knows himself enough to know if he would like something without needing to try it.

S=Stamina

He is pretty average by demon standards and above average by human standards which is a blessing for him cause he would hate if he couldn't keep up with you. If he bottoms he bottoms he has lower stamina and is always winded once both of you are done.

T=Toys

Doesn't have any at the moment you met him. He used to have in the past but with time he either got bored or just didn't like to use them anymore. If you want to buy toys he would have nothing against it.

U=Unfair

He gets so annoyed in the funniest way possible when you tease him. It's not that he hates it or something but he loses his patience pretty fast.

At the very least he isn't one to tease you either, so you can't call him a hypocrite because of it.

V=Volume

He can get rather loud(a reason why he prefers to do it at his place instead of HOL). He tries so hard to keep his composure but he fails terribly, especially if he is bottoming. If you want to keep him silent you'll have to literally gag him.

W=Wild card

Wants to have sex with you somewhere where the brothers could easily catch the two of you just to rub it in their faces. He is not even really into exhibitionism, just the thought of showing off to Lucifer that you choose him

X=X-ray

he got that horse cock, pun intended

A/N: I am so furious we don't know his demon cause I can't headcanon his demon dick in any way. I am saying for sure, it gets both longer and thicker.

In human form his dick is both thicker and more veiny towards the base. It's also 6.7 inches and curved slightly up.

Y=Yearning

When is not in relationships it's rather low but when he has a partnere it gets stupidly high. Especially after getting with you.

Z=Zzz

He does tend to be more tired after he is bottoming but doesn't immediately go to sleep since he still wants to stay up and talk with you. It's honestly kind of cute how clingy he can get in those moments

[hopeluna-archived]

OBEY ME SIMPS!!!

I'm curious to know your thoughts, what is something that is believed to be ooc that u think your fav characters would do? ૮₍⑅´• ˕ •`₎ა

[leviathans-watching]

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

touching their tails/horns/etc. pt 2

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

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

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

please reblog and like <33

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

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

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

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

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

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[kannra21]

⚠️ THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING ⚠️

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