#mephisto thirsts

[cherryxblossxms]

I saw cucking Mephisto and came running lmao...

He sees you and Diavolo sneak off during a ball and he "wants to get the scoop" (he's unbelievably horny for you but won't admit it and he's jealous to see you run off with another demon). He wants to make sure "Diavolo is ok" (he's horny for him too but refuses to admit it).

He follows the two of you to the library and hides in the stacks and keeps an eye on you as you start making out. My darling Mephisto is not a quiet guy, even though he's trying to be discreet, Diavolo knows he's there and whispers to you:

"Mephisto is watching... Shall we give him a show?" As he's kissing down your neck.

I'll let you take it from here 😘❤️

I just think Diavolo is such an exhibitionist... Don't look at me.....

Me: pspspspsps *shaking a bag full of cucking ideas like a bag of treats*

Ahahaha I love Mephisto being so thirsty for both you and Diavolo, of course he wants what he can't have~

And yes agreed, I see Dia as potentially being an exhibitionist as well. Mostly I just like to think of the demons having a few demonly vices where they're a little less in control and their nice side slips. Dia is a prince of the Devildom, he's strong and powerful, of course he wants to show off his partner in front of others and how well he can fuck you. It makes sure no one else dares to make a move on you, that you belong to him only 👀

But ughhhhhh yes Dia knowing that Mephisto is watching but continues anyway, maybe even doing things specifically to goad him on. Suddenly he's more vocal, giving you commands or praising you more loudly, so that he knows Mephisto can hear. Maybe even bends you over a library table where you're facing Mephisto's direction....

Dia wants to make sure that when Mephisto inevitably starts fucking his fist to the sounds and sight of you two together, he'll be thinking of being the one to fuck you instead (or maybe the one being fucked, its an open world). Who knows, if he's feeling particularly generous one day, maybe, just maybe, he'll let him feel your hand or your mouth, as a treat. And you'd have to get him in an incredibly generous mood for anything else.. But today's not that day, pounding you especially hard into the table, hearing the fapping and the shameful whimpering of his subordinate as Mephisto cums on the library floor, wishing he was in there instead...

[pinkaditty]

Pervert Pt 3 (Newspaper Club; Obey Me!SWD)

ohhhh my GOOOOOOOOOOOD i finally did it. it's over it's over it's over i did it i did it everyone enjoy this. holy shit

a/n: PERVERT PART THREE AS PROMISED WOOOOOOO!! i finally finished i promised id deliver and here we are!! some of these may be out of character because im slightly unfamiliar with these characters BUT i hope you all enjoy regardless. please let me know if you enjoyed! next, im working on all these asks that keep pouring in...

cw: fem!mc (undergarments such as bras and panties are mentioned, but mc could be a crossdresser), fem undergarments, perverted behavior, underwear stealing, etc. let me know if i missed anything!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, AS USUAL. PLEASE RESPECT MY BOUNDARY.

Mephistopheles:

He immediately startles and drops the panties to the floor. His lips twitch downwards into a frown and his gloved fingers curl into fists. His face burns red with embarrassment. Poor guy. The richest, most prestigious, most prominent noble of the entire Devildom, known for keeping his cool and being as haughty as a King… is frozen in place, here, watching you with wide eyes, after being caught rooting around through your laundry, for what anyone could assume were less than pure intentions. 

It’s not a very good day for him.

If he wants to say something, he can’t. You watch as his mind spins, trying to come up with a notable retort, but you are both well aware that by the time he does, the tremendous pause in your discussion, already quite long and stifling, will have rendered it useless. You are both at a standstill, you clearly with the upper hand. But you know Mephisto, and how he’s not one to back down. But it’s not like you will, either. 

When you take a step towards him, he jolts back, broken out of his frozen trance. He sputters indignantly, desperately coming up with something to say in response.

“F-First of all!” He’s practically spitting the words out at you, furious red blush across his face. You wait for him to speak, but he appears to have trouble getting anything out. All that he can get out for a few moments is nothing but false starts, angry sighs, and mortified groans. Then, he finally speaks. “If you so much as mention this to anyone else…!” 

You want to say he’s already bluffing without hearing the rest of his threat. What could he do to possibly save his reputation from such an incredible embarrassment? He’s far too honest to paint you as a liar, and far too kind to blame you, anyway. If anything, the only thing he would do is refuse to admit the truth and never speak of the topic. Which, honestly, was probably the best that could come out of this… If he was willing to leave it behind, at least.

You were admittedly more curious about what drove him to this level. He had never been too slow to show his obvious disdain for humans, especially you for your closeness to Diavolo. He was plenty kind, but he wasn’t nice, and that was that. So, after showing nothing short of polite dislike for you… What was he doing here? Part of you almost couldn’t believe it. The human hater himself… chasing after a whiff of human pheromones? Sexual ones, at that?

You only realize he was lecturing you on keeping quiet when you return from your thoughts. 

“-And quite frankly, I believe you owe it to me to keep quiet. It’s not every day I open my doors to anyone - a human, no less - and allow them to stay temporarily simply because the demon lost his temper.” He turns away and huffs, crossing his arms. In his rambling, his blush had significantly lessened, and his embarrassment faded. “I am only doing this for the sake of Lord Diavolo.”

Yeah, right. 

You decide to be teasing. The amused expression on your face turns into a questioning one, eyebrow raised and lips quirked downwards. “Which part are you doing for Lord Diavolo’s sake? Taking me in or stealing my intimates?”

He sputters immediately at your question, looking at you incredulously. “I-!” He starts, and you can almost tell he was going to say something along the lines of ‘I beg your pardon!’ and then realized he was in no position to say such things. “You…!” He points at you, as though to get a point across, then falters and retracts. He is visibly fuming, clearly very angry that he is unable to get a proper retort out. It takes everything in you not to laugh at him. “Ugh!” He turns on his heel and begins to walk away, and almost manages to, before you toss the panties he dropped right at the back of his head. He stops in his tracks, curling his hands into fists at his sides. He is absolutely seething, and you can tell. He plucks them off of his head and grips them tightly, as if to send you a threatening message. You only laugh.

“Come back to me when you’d like a fresh pair!” You giggle at him and walk back into the laundry room to finish your chore. As you complete your wash, you hear his grumbling and stomping all the way down the hall. He does not return the panties. 

Raphael: 

Wordlessly, silently, he startles, staring at you like a deer in headlights. His eyes widen like saucers, but his lips remain closed. The longer he stands there, idling, the more you wonder what exactly he's hoping to achieve. He doesn't so much as twitch. 

After you think you've been standing here long enough, waiting for him to move, you roll your eyes and harden your gaze on him. 

“Gonna give them back or not, pervert?” You crook an eyebrow upwards and tilt your head at him. He looks down, almost visibly deflating. His reaction is almost unexpected. He looks genuinely sad, looking pitifully down at the panties he held in his hand. 

You got the slight feeling that this was probably an act, but you didn’t comment on it. You simply shook your head and held out your hand, motioning for him to hand them over. Politely, he does, gently placing them in your hand and bowing his head, pursing his lips. “I… I apologize, MC. This won’t happen again.”

You sigh, shaking your head. “It shouldn’t,” you said firmly, turning away from him to move to complete the wash, before continuing, “At least, not without my permission first.”

You hear his sudden intake in breath, but decide not to pay it any mind. The weight of the realization on him hangs heavily in the air, joined by absolute silence except for your movements, putting your laundry in the wash. You have to wait a while before you hear him open and close his mouth a few times, clearly conflicted on what to say, before he finally stammers, “Wh-What are you saying?”

“I’m saying,” you start, turning to him, holding another lacy pair of panties in you hands, “that I wouldn’t mind if you needed my pheromones so badly for a fix. You just have to be a good boy and ask.”

He sputters indignantly for a moment, his eyes widening, and a blush spreading across his face. You only smile, and turn back to your chore, wordlessly continuing to put them away. He shuffles in place before helping you, probably attempting to sweeten the deal before he asks. You don’t mind, however, and let him assist you.

When the chore is finally done and the wash is going, he turns to you. “I know you probably don’t have any I could use now…” He speaks slowly, as though carefully considering every word before it comes out. It must be a difficult request. “But, when they start to pile up, would it… be alright, if I borrowed some?” He doesn’t look at you. He can’t bear to. He doesn’t need to, though. The embarrassment is painted quite clearly all over his face and ears, a deep shade of red. He’s looking down at his clasped hands and worrying his lip between his teeth. Was it this important to him to be able to indulge himself? You find yourself more and more surprised at the attitudes of these demons and angels day after day. 

“Sure.” You simply sigh, amused by his shyness. Your face twists into a smirk, however, when an offer comes to mind. “In fact… Maybe when the day is done, I can give you the pair I’m wearing now. How does that sound?”

He’s practically frozen now, the blush across his face the only thing capable of melting him. He swallows roughly and stiffly nods, walking away robotically to leave the room. You only watch him, amused, thinking about how the ending of your day would go.

Thirteen: 

She yelps, jumping ten feet into the air in surprise at your sudden appearance. She fumbles the panties in her hands, looking guilty as ever. Her eyes flick from you to her hands nervously, as though fearing judgment. Before you can say anything, she clenches her hands shut, squeezing her eyes shut tight, and begins apologizing profusely. “I’m sorry, MC! This really shouldn’t have happened, I just got way too curious and I had to-! Well…” She trails off, biting her lip. “I hope you aren’t too mad at me… I still do want that soul of yours, y’know.” She says this innocently, as though you’ll forgive her if she widens her eyes and pouts her lips. Which, honestly, would be tempting, but it’s less so tempting when you glance down to the panties she still clutches in her grasp. She notices this and hides them behind her, a blush creeping onto her face. 

“Hey… you wouldn’t mind me keeping these, would you? Your soul is nice and all, but…” She pouts, very clearly for show, and looks at you with wide eyes, begging without saying anything. You’re ready to call bullshit on her, and quite loudly at that. However, you simply sigh, exhausted, and hold out your hand.

“Come on. Hand them over.”

She sighs begrudgingly and hands them over, plopping them down in your hand. “You’re no fun.” She struts away from you and plops down on a nearby chair, sighing dramatically and laying across the chair in a fainting pose. “Could’ve kept something of my beloved’s for when they inevitably return to the underworld, but no. I’ve got to sit here and long for them.” She sighs dramatically again, melting into the chair. You roll your eyes and walk over to her, peering down at her.

“How about I come back? Visit with a fresher pair?” A wicked smile grows on your face as you say this, the thought of the offer stirring you with mirth.

She shoots up at once, her light blush deepening into a cherry red. She looks at you with wide eyes and her mouth slightly parted in shock.

“...Do you mean it?”

“Sure.” You say, shrugging, and stepping back from her. You smile at her, as though waiting for her to take the offer. Of course, she snaps at it. 

“Hmm. I still want those ones. They’re pretty and purple.” She points to the ones you’re holding, a wide smirk on her face now. You only roll your eyes again.

“Fine. But only if you wash them.”

“Deal.”

a/n: woooooooohooooooooo! it's finally done! im so, so sorry for making you all wait so long! thank you so much for being so patient with me! please, enjoy this, and don't be afraid to leave a comment, reblog, or sumbit an ask! i love to know what you all think of my writing!

[captainspiggbo]

[ace-aro-taku]

I will literally stop being ace if you were real, so hurry up-

[kannra21]

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

He's rich. The mansion is fucking huge!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[rei-ismyname]

Sooo, Cyclops (X-Men #3, From The Ashes) was not exaggerating when he said Ilyana/Magik is 'half demon on a good day.'

After all, she was kidnapped to hell/Limbo as a child and ended up running the place. Some recent examples, like what comes of running into a Chaos Godhead staff and some other magic stuff in the wild. You know, just going about her business being a hero and getting sidetracked.

Hehe, psychic nosebleed from being nearby but Magik is okay.

Better than okay even.

Go girl! Those horns are fire, the new speech font slaps and the sense of drama immaculate.

Zombie Queen of New Genosha has a nice ring to it.

The uh, slavery is a little problematic. Good thing it was temporary. The Scarlet Witch shouldn't be leaving spells and hectic artifacts around. She doesn't need Angel mansplaining anything to her, that's for sure.

HAHAHA! 'A little moment.' Shut up Beast, she regrets nothing, including the Nightcrawler thirst. Why you bringing that shame around here? (Empyre: X-Men #3-4)

So in Dead X-Men #1, the squad is looking through timelines for a Moira (it's a long story.) Their first try they end up in a timeline where Magik ascended to Lord of All Hells and razed the planet. I can't even begin to speculate how this came about. There is no lord of all hells - there's a bunch of them, and they're very powerful. Mephisto, Nightmare etc. It says a lot that she supplanted them and noone on Earth could stop her. Her very close friends are like 'GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE' and she killed everyone on Earth.

Good for her! I support women's wrongs fully. But yeah, Magik is not someone you want to fuck with.

'Who dares trespass in my realm?' is a banger for when a housemate/family member comes into your room. Try it out!

[koolades-world]

hello my beautiful beautiful followers

i have a confession to make. there will be no post today because i accidently uhm

spent the past four hours thirsting over om characters...

long story short i have easily hundreds of pictures of barbatos, thirteen and mephisto on my phone now. i hope you'll all forgive me haha

[hyperfixat]

scumbledcrumblo hanscome bearing a req 🦚 (i am pee cock)

i will beg on my hands and knees for more of that succulent juicy thirst quenching toe curling mephisto fluff you wrote a couple dayz ago

or anything like that with ANY character

the demons possessed me when i wrote those words!! i need to formulate a recipe on how to get that perfect level of je ne sais qoi.. there are a couple drafts i have that seem to be just missing something idk brah!!

heres another day dream i had at a work meeting wishing i was hanging out with the gang ‼️bcs nothing makes me sleepier than office and professional environments

(540 words).

Obviously safety lies within the power of the prince, the duke, and the right hand. Falling asleep in a work environment is the best.

“MC, you need to wake up,” you hum noncommittally at the voice rousing you from your slumber. “Lucifer can assist you, but you need to stand up.”

Barbatos’ face is the first sight that greets your tired eyes. A kind smile graces him, and his gloves hover over your shoulder in case you need assistance.

Lucifer and Diavolo stand a couple feet away, both looking at you. Oh. You hope they aren’t annoyed.

Lucifer walks to you and Barbatos, “come on, MC. I’ll help you back to the House of Lamentation.”

You flop back onto the couch cushion and roll over, blatantly ignoring Lucifer. Diavolo does a poor job of muffling his snicker.

“MC, come on, we need to get home.” Lucifer’s gloved hand runs over your hair tenderly.

“Mghmm.” Sleep pulls your eyes down back into darkness and you bask in the cool hand on your forehead.

“Awh, Lucifer, let the human rest. They can stay here for the night, can’t they?” Diavolo takes pity on you, besides selfish intentions to keep you to himself for the night.

“I… I’d rather not break routine, and who knows what my insolent brothers will get up to in my prolonged absence.”

“You may return to the House of Lamentation,” Barbatos points out blandly.

The hand on your forehead disappears and Lucifer huffs.

“I’ll stay with them.”

“Very well,” Diavolo says funnily. “Barbatos, could you prepare a room for them to share?”

“Share?” Barbatos hesitates.

Lucifer gives Diavolo a skeptical look, and Barbatos takes leave.

Lucifer’s hand comes off your head and you groan, seeking the smoothness. He hushes you softly and then his hands are snaking under your knees and back, and you’re floating. The scent of Lucifer fills your lungs when you plant your face into the demon carrying you, a tired, pleased hum leaving you.

The footsteps sounding around you let you know Lucifer is not walking alone; Diavolo is close behind him. When they stop Lucifer hesitates at the door.

“Lord Diavolo, are you… intending on resting with us?”

“Well, if you’re offering!” He responds too quickly and eagerly.

“I was not, Lord Diavolo, but if you are set on it….”

You giggle into Lucifer’s coat and feel him sigh. The door opens and Barbatos ushers you three inside. Lucifer tosses you onto the bed with less grace than he intended (probably), and Diavolo launches himself next to you, pushing his face into your hair giddily, like a kid being told they can eat sweets all day. The bed dips on the opposite side of Diavolo and Lucifer lowers himself next to you, barely touching.

Barbatos’ eyes are heavy on you and you crack them open to gaze back. You motion for him to come closer, join the warmth of the demons around you. And boy is it warm.

Diavolo is nearly uncomfortably hot, and Lucifer radiates heat, but it’s so nice right now. You groan into the mattress, pleased.

And as you slip into dreams once again, Barbatos sits on the edge of the bed, a hand coming onto your ankle to hold.

[another-lost-mc]

MEPHISTOPHELES masterlist

➤ fics

discipline [ gn!reader | nsfw ] cw: obsessed!reader, stalking/invasion of privacy, degradation, suggestive comments/content

feel the heat: newspaper club edition [ afab!reader | nsfw ] cw: heat dynamics, sexting, degradation, demon form mentioned, rough sex, frenemies to lovers/first time

give me time, I'll change your mind [ gn!reader | nsfw ] cw: degradation/slut-shaming, reader has unresolved feelings for lucifer

➤ poly / multi-pairing fics

...tbd...

➤ drabbles / thirsts

unexpected gifts

"feeling a little needy today?" [ gn!reader | nsfw ]

"where did you learn that?" [ gn!reader | nsfw ]

adopting a pet with mephisto

arguing with mephisto

insults as foreplay

disposing of RAD's gossip girl

➤ headcanons

snacks with thirteen and mephisto

when you need a little TLC [ gn! and afab!reader | nsfw ]

when mc is quiet in bed [ gn!reader | nsfw ]

when mc sends them audio porn [ gn!reader | nsfw ]

when mc is scared of snakes

shadow-walking with mc

when mc is a professional f1 driver

➤ return to the obey me! masterlist

[gakucchis]

also a little sketch of how i imagined faust's mephisto back in 2019 :3 honestly he does remind me a little of obey me's design, and their personalities also have some aspects that are similar!

note: faust is a drama written by goethe where mephisto is a leading character in; it’s also widely regarded as germany's most important piece of literature & germany's national drama! i’m a little confused because i always thought mephisto was a character created by goethe, but the real story/myth that faust is based on apparently also had mephisto in it..

in reality, he’s often portrayed as an ugly devil, even symbolizing it in the second part during a masked play, as well as his name and character literally being related to rodents, parasites, etc., but i was 17 and in a situationship and needed a fictional man to thirst over.. so i designed him like this

obviously my later headcanon designs for obey me when mephisto was just a mentioned character are derived from my initial design, and i even had a headcanon that interlinks faust's mephisto & obey me's mephisto.. if you wanna look at old old designs, they’re in my pinned :') i always write too much wth

i was so attached to my headcanon, i had trouble liking the actual mephisto for a while, but i love him a lot now ♡ though i often think back to my version's mephisto and miss him a lil :)

[devildom-moss]

January post poll

So, to start the year, I'm switching it up. This poll was originally created in a document called the depravity scale, if that gives you any hints about what to expect. Basically, I ranked all of the current smut ideas I have based on how depraved or out there I think they are.

1 - the most vanilla

10 - the most depraved on the list

I'll elaborate more under the cut after the poll since I can only provide so many details in the actual poll - that way no one has to read through the more detailed depraved summaries if they just want to vote for something relatively vanilla. (Sorry it's so Mephisto and Barbs heavy. You get it right?)

Beelzebub x MC: The unnecessarily sensual image of Beelzebub eating a mango leads to MC pouncing on him.

Diavolo x MC: Implied!caught by Barbatos while giving Diavolo a blowjob under his desk (with a little extra spice by having to be quiet while holding him in your mouth).

Simeon x MC: MC has feelings (romantic and sexual) for someone (I don’t know, probably Lucifer, Raphael, or Michael), but they don’t reciprocate. Simeon offers to be a substitute and does everything MC imagines their crush doing to them.

Barbatos x Mephisto: Barbatos keeps Mephisto “entertained” while Diavolo finishes his paperwork; light brat-taming vibes.

Barbatos x Mephisto x MC: Barbatos catches Mephisto and MC getting hot and heavy on RAD premises and decides that a punishment is in order.

Diavolo x Barbatos x MC: Diavolo and Barbatos let MC loose in the labyrinth under the castle and give them a head start before they go on the hunt to find them; primal play, interrupted solo with Barbs; double penetration; Diavolo and Barbatos have a "sharing is caring, but they’re still mine" mentality about MC.

Mephisto x MC: Mephisto’s performance pt. 2 (still messed up, but a little less sad maybe?, more religious undertones, more plot). MC gets the chance to use Mephisto like he used them - and Mephisto basically has a sex dungeon?

Barbatos x MC: Messed up Barbatos as Nightbringer AU where Barbatos gets MC to go back in time before he sterilized himself so he can breed MC and fill them with his eggs.

Solomon x MC: Solomon fixes MC’s sudden, mysterious unquenchable thirst (lust), pretty messed up, amab!MC (may write an alternate afab!MC with a magical sex swap/dick growth thing going on), magic as a form of drugging; overstimulation; Solomon being a fucker in more ways than one; dubcon because the drugging makes MC horny - may have hints of non-con.

The Demon Lord x MC / Mephisto x MC: Yes, MC fucks Diavolo's dad (while being involved with Diavolo - bonus cheating); MC gets targets by a group against Diavolo because of their relationship with Diavolo; the group uses mind control to force MC to visit the Demon Lord and ride him while in his sleeping state; Mephisto finds out too late to stop it but just in time to find MC sobbing on the ground; Mephi provides (sexual) aftercare - which involves him eating the Demon Lord’s cum out of MC. Seriously. This one is messed up on multiple levels (you've been warned).

[mellorine-dreams]

I love how there’s a scale when it comes to fans who thirst for Mephisto

On one end you have the “look at this slick and sexy beast. That’s sneaky smirk of his is so hot… the things I’d let him do to me.” kind of fans

And on the other end you got the “lmao look at this silly idiot nerd. he’s such a cringe loser. Anyway I want him carnally. And to also watch anime with him.” kind of fans

And sometimes you have the fans who are right in the middle, a balanced mix of both.

But all of these states of stanning are beautiful to see regardless of where anyone falls on the Samael Sexy vs Silly Scale™

[nemo-in-wonderland]

Y'ALL.

OMG, Y'ALL.

I was brainstorming around as always for Aranea, and I was actually looking for some pictures for her, because I needed to prepare a small inspiration moodboard for myself, so that I can fix some ideas that popped in my mind last night for the whole VtM!AU crossover that is ongoing.

AND Y'ALL.

THIS *HANDSOME HANDSOME* MAN POPPED UP ON MY DASH.

AND I WAS LIKE

FUCKING HELL.

THAT'S HALIM.

THAT'S ARANEA'S HUSBAND RIGHT THERE.

THAT'S HIM.

Like, seriously, I was SO STARSTRUCK for a moment, that I couldn't believe my eyes.

(and honestly, now I can see WHY Aranea would be so set to avenge him, and why Mephisto, despite Halim having died almost 200 years prior, is still jealous of his memories 👀👀👀).

So I truly HAD to share this with you all this finding (and FC that now I have for Halim) because fml, while I always speak at length about Aranea and Mephisto's relationship, Aranea's marriage with Halim was the true catalyst to all that would follow later in her life (and the way the relationship was so different fromt the one she had with Mephistopheles, because Aranea's heart was not tainted by pain and wrath and thirst for revenge, so her marriage to Halim was softer and lighter in tone, compared to how visceral her relationship with Mephisto is).

(and I need to check this TV series, because it's based on Boccaccio's Decameron, so inner Italian Literature nerd NEEDS to check it.)

--Nemo

[anotherobeymeblog]

Alright some Mephisto smut based on @ankiebitez 's thirst post. Some slight modifications bc I don't generally write MC being penetrated, but otherwise, I hope it's what you were wishing for lol

GN!MC with either a dick or a strap-on (unspecified)

Warnings: 18+, hate sex, gags, mentioned bondage, degradation, overstimulation

Word count: 455

As insufferable as Mephistopheles was, you had to admit that you were incredibly lucky to get to see him like this. His cheek forced against some random desk, what hair that wasn't tangled around your rough fingers stuck to his forehead, his jaw forced uncomfortably wide around a large ball gag, he looked truly ruined, and only you got to see him like this. Only you were allowed to debase him so thoroughly, just so long as you kept on plowing into him.

His chest heaved as he tried and failed to catch his breath as bubbles formed around the gag with every helpless moan. You snarled and snapped your hips forward, making his whole body convulse and muffled complaints die in his throat.

"You thought you were so clever, didn't you?" You had no idea how well he could actually process your words at this point, but you didn't care. "You know, you're much prettier when you aren't running your mouth. Should have put you in your place a long time ago."

Mephisto's eyes were partially glazed over, but they still managed to flash defiantly. He reached down for his neglected cock, but you caught his wrist in your free hand and pinned it above his head.

"Hands stay up here, or I'll tie them in place," you mocked, "Poor nepo baby, you're not used to being treated like this, are you? I wonder what everyone would think if they knew you let a human treat you like a dog."

A choked sound that sounded halfway between a growl and a moan left Mephisto's throat, any attempts at bravado falling apart with every thrust of your hips. There was now a steady stream of drool coming from the corner of his lips and forming a puddle on the desk. Unable to resist, you pushed down with the hand tangled in his hair to make him rub his face in it. He sputtered indignantly, but was betrayed by a final twitch of his hips as the humiliation pushed him over the edge.

You fucked him through it, growling mixed degradation and praise in his ear, but when he came down from his high and realized you weren't stopping, he began to squirm frantically beneath you. His whines grew desperate, once defiant eyes now pleading as oversensitivity flooded his senses. You only laughed and slapped his ass.

"We're not done until I say we are."

The sound Mephisto made in response was nothing short of a sob, but his eyes rolled back and he bucked his hips back to meet your next thrust. You wondered how many orgasms it would take to shatter his mind completely, but supposed it wouldn't be long until you found out.

[lit-works]

What if?...There was no Mr.Fantastic

Reed Richards and Victor Von Doom first met as graduate students at Empire State University. There, Reed had discovered that Victor was building a device that would allow him to travel astrally, so that Victor could travel to the netherworld to find the spirit of his deceased mother. Reed was in Von Doom's room, studying his personal papers, when Victor entered in a rage.

"You'd better double-check some of these equations," Reed warned. "You're off a few decimals in some places, and that could mean…"

"Give me that!" Victor roared, and snatched the papers from Reed's hands. "Now get out! Did you hear me? Get out!!"

-

In the Earth-616 timeline, Victor's arrogance dominates his reactions. Victor proceeds with his experiment, with disastrous results, scarred by the resulting explosion, expelled from the college for his unnatural and unethical studies, and made an outcast by his arrogance, pride, and thirst for vengeance against the world. Victor became Doctor Doom, the greatest foe of The Fantastic Four, and threat to all the civilized world.

-

Victor reexamined the papers and considered Reed's words. In a series of events, known only to Victor Von Doom and his wife Valeria, Victor consulted Reed in a hesitant, less threatening manner, and the two soon decided to pool their efforts. Reed was correct; Victor's calculations were off, but they were easily corrected. With Reed Richards as his assistant, Victor commanded his experiment to begin – and his soul was cast into the Astral Plane.

However, a horrible discovery awaited him. Victor's mother, Cynthia Von Doom, was a witch in the ancient nation of Latveria, and she was slain before she could repent. Her spirit now suffered in the hellish realm of Mephisto, Lord of Evil. Agonized by the discovery, Victor's spirit returned to the material world.

But now, the machinery that had propelled Victor's Astral being through space had exploded. Reed Richards, one of the greatest prodigal geniuses of his Time, died. Victor Von Doom, equally brilliant but slightly more lucky, survived.

Victor was then expelled from the university, hated by his classmates for his involvement in Reed's accidental death. The young Latverian, his face lightly scarred in the explosion, pondered his future. He decided to become a force for good and dedicated himself to three tenants and goals to shape his future. One : he returned to his Latverian people and became their king, since he learned from his mother's cursed spirit that he was the rightful heir to the throne of Latveria. Two : he carried on the eternal fight for goodness and justice, in memory of and to honor Reed Richards. Three : he secretly vowed to one day free his mother's spirit from the clutches of Mephisto. Reed's death had taught Victor caution; he avoided rash action that would evoke Mephisto's wrath. Instead, he began to lay his plans…

-

Ben Grimm and Susan Storm grew closer in the wake of the tragedy that robbed them of their best friend. Ben Grimm joined the Air Force and became a test pilot.

No special rocket program was developed in Central City, California.

-

Then came the attack of the Mole Man against the world's nuclear power plants. Now, it was the armored hero named Victor, champion of Latveria, who led the fight against the Subterraneans. He triumphed, winning great fame in subsequent battles with a wide assortment of super-powefed villains – but then came the Skrull invasion, which proceeded unhindered without Reed's interference, and Earth became a conquered planet, a subject world in the Intergalactic Skrull Empire.

Heroes among humanity quickly appeared. Ant-Man (Hank Pym), Wasp (Janet Van Dyne), Iron Man (Tony Stark), Thor, and The Incredible Hulk (Bruce Banner) formed the nucleus of a resistance force known as The Defenders. The international super-organization S.H.I.E.L.D. was created to coordinate secret attacks against the Skrull occupiers. Sporadic fighting broke out across the globe as more heroes and villains filled the ranks of The Defenders and S.H.I.E.L.D., and as Victor's robot armies spread and prepared for the final battle with the Invaders.

At last, a messenger came to Earth from space. The Silver Surfer warned that The Eater of Worlds, Galactus, was coming. The Defenders convinced the Silver Surfer to join forces with them, and Spider-Man (a determined youth whose uncle was slain by a Skrull patrol) managed to get aboard the flagship of the Skrull fleet in the solar system. There, he got the attention of Galactus by causing the flagship's guns to fire on him, signaling the start of a revolution.

As world war raged between the Skulls and their human subjects, Galactus attacked and consumed the entire Skrull fleet. Earth's armies, The Defenders, S.H.I.E.L.D., and Victor's Doombots destroyed their Skrull overlords in a vicious 10-day conflict. Sated, Galactus left with his herald in search of other worlds to devour. With the death of the Skull's fleet came Spider-Man's death as well, and he and Professor Charles Xavier (slain by a Super-Skrull) became heroes for all time, immortalized in memory.

Assessments were made of the toll taken on humanity and it's allies. S.H.I.E.L.D. now wielded greater power than any one world government, and dominated the western hemisphere and reached into every national government. The Inhumans of Attilan and The Atlanteans were nearly wiped out, save for a few. The Defenders ranks were swollen with dozens and dozens of superhumans, as were the forces of S.H.I.E.L.D. Victor was the hero of Europe. New hero groups splintered off from The Defenders, and in the mid-70s, the Defenders split into branches like The Defenders East, based in New York City, and The Defenders West in Los Angeles.

Mutants, once regarded with suspicion, were finally welcomed into the ranks of humanity, since mutant heroes played such a crucial role in the insurrection of the conquest. The Skrulls' capture and killing of the handicapped Professor X, revealed after the rebellion to have been a major force within the Defenders and an Omega-Level mutant himself, garnered enormous sympathy for mutants everywhere. Government sponsored programs (called X-Academies) were established for educating and training mutants, and being a mutant became a symbol of being special and unique. Evil mutants still existed, of course, but they did little to tarnish the shining reputation earned during the overthrow of the Skrull oppressors.

The Acme Atomic Corporation layed off many of it's human workers – among them a technician named Owen Reese, who faded into obscurity thereafter. No Molecule Man appeared, there was no Beyonder appearance shortly after, and the events of the Secret Wars never occured.

The world, as it was, was at peace. But unknown to the world at large, Victor Von Doom still planned for the release of his mother from the domain of Mephisto. He built up his Doombot armies without limit or restraint, in preparation for the day when he conducted the rituals to free his mother's spirit, then led his tremendous armies on an invasion of the infernal realms of hell –to slay the lord of Evil! Sensing something was afoot with Victor, SHIELD, and the Defenders grew worried. What were all his Doombots for? Did the strains of the Skrull war drive him mad with paranoia? 

[jojos-bizarre-imagines]

diavolo: lucifer’s silence on my devilgram thirst trap is deafening

mephisto: care for me to suck your nuts m’lord?

diavolo: what’s the point