#mephisto x mc

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Feel like that Hard to Kill, Easy to Fuck shirt perfectly summarises MC's entire situation

[luxthestrange]

Incorrect quotes#931 Demons Amirite?

Mc: Dude can I borrow your jacket? I’m cold...

Luci/Mephisto/Barb*affronted and sighs* Your tongue’s been in my mouth, Please refrain from calling me dude

Mc: Sorry, My mistake...

Mc*clears throat, tenderly cups demon boyfriend’s face* Babycakes, sweetheart, cutie can I, the love of your basically immortal life, please borrow your jacket before I freeze to death?

Luci/Mephisto/Barb*blushing glaring while handing you his jacket* …dude is fine-

[gakucchis]

how would mephisto's route look like?

so, i already got it all planned out. i was actually very very active in the fandom back in early 2020-mid 2021, where i was drawing and writing headcanons of mephisto when he was still just a mentioned character (see my pinned if you’re interested, thought it’s really old!). i got into it again because of nightbringer, but oh my god, my disappointment when after two years i looked up if mephisto was finally dateable… i’m actually slowly losing hope because nb is already on season 3 but who knows!! :') the devs hinted on reddit that they should be dateable at some point.. ANYWAY

i do have this potential story line, which i’m pretty sure could actually become reality some day, especially because of this post

here it is!!

- obviously, because of his noble status, we'll have to go for the route that could probably only be used for diavolo as well: arranged marriage (i hate this trope)

- two possibilities:

1. mephisto comes to RAD, looking really pale, worried, anxious, just not at all his usual self. after some prodding, he reveals his parents want to set him up for an arranged marriage with another noble demon

or

2. MC and the others catch wind of it themselves, e. g. through the news (obviously not the newspaper) because it’s a huge thing in the noble society

- mephisto, even though having been prepared for this his whole life, seems totally unready, and he’s secretly dreading it — he doesn’t want to talk about it either

- after some closer moments, he reveals that something is holding him back. he knows it’s his duty, he has known this for his whole life, yet something in him is screaming no

- MC can try all they want, but it’s not easy to convince someone to do what their heart tells them to do when they’ve been told they will have to do it one day

- it’s actually pretty weird, since he always wanted a suitable demon to marry one day, and was very picky with who he’d consider having around

- diavolo is just as worried for him, asking MC to keep an eye on him and support him, even if he says he doesn’t want any help

- this could also lead to some tension! like mephisto being even more rude and hostile towards MC, shutting them out of everything

- mephisto doesn’t understand why he’s so irritable, why he’s acting this way at all, he feels guilty for pushing MC away, but he has to

- but why does he feel this way? he was always a bit rude towards them, but now he feels like something else is there, like he’s building a wall up — but why would he need a wall for you when he never cared about you?

- days go on, and there’s no sign of the arranged marriage stopping. everyone is getting more and more worried, even the brothers, but the more MC tries to help, the worse it gets

- there was only one last plan, one that could ruin it all, especially for mephisto; it’s to infiltrate a ball hosted by mephisto's family, because since he can’t be emotionally reached… maybe his parents can be?

- (this would also make for some funny scenes too, because you’d have to sneak in and all lol)

- at some point, as mephisto‘s parents marvel about their son and how he’ll be married soon, one of the brothers (mammon…) will probably trip and direct attention to himself, and mephisto will be outraged to see them, and especially MC

- but before he can say anything, MC will chime in and say how distraught mephisto has been, and how they can feel he doesn’t want this, he doesn’t want to marry someone or even be with someone he doesn’t love, just because it’s his „duty“ he was assigned to doesn’t mean he has to fulfill it for the sake of his status

- mephisto is completely stunned, but he knows you’re right, so he stays silent

- now this can go two routes again:

1. the literal „but daddy i love him!“ way of the parents hating MC, thinking that they’re the cause for mephisto‘s recent development, commanding to throw MC and the brothers out; mephisto could chime in and be honest, though his parents would not approve

2. the slightly comedic and not so overly used choice way: his parents recognize MC (since there are only two humans around, both being powerful sorcerers), being confused at first… before being understanding?? and then even… suggesting that MC is the one mephisto actually loves? mephisto would of course deny it, the brothers would be furious, but the parents are actually gushing about the cuteness of the situation, how MC tries saving her „lover“. it would end with the parents being like „alright! when are you gonna marry them then?“ and mephisto being like „MARRIAGE?“

- obvvvv i like the second way more, the first trope is so so overused. yes, his parents are strict as hell but it would be funny and cute to see them naming reasons why MC would be perfect for mephisto, that they should arrange the marriage soon, etc.

- afterwards mephisto would of course pull MC outside, talking to them honestly and thanking them for saving them even after he pushed them away so much

- this would, of course, also be the moment where he’s actually honest, revealing that the thing that was holding him back and that was making him dread the thought of being in an arranged marriage… was his love for you, which he desperately tried to hide away and didn’t even realize for months

- he'd also apologize for his parents, because now they keep on asking him about MC and how their love is blossoming

- he'd of course end it by saying he knows how many rivals he has, but he’s sure that a noble and handsome demon like him is sure to sweep you off your feet!!

please i love him so much, just give me any route i am sick of collecting memory cards for devilgrams where i can’t even romance him

id love to hear your opinions, corrections, suggestions, love for mephisto <\3, just anything !!

[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.

[thebellearchives]

hihi can i request fluff prompt 22 with mephisto??

𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐂𝐄

~ mephistopheles ; obey me

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : Mephisto is a man who’s not easy to decipher, how many times do you have to break the ice for him to warm up to you?

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : gn!mc, fluff, a tiny little spoiler from the OG last season?

‧₊˚ a / n : omg i’m so happy i got a Mephisto req, i’m forever unfortunately in love with him 🖤 enjoy ~ (this one isn’t proofread either jsjd sorry)

Being part of the student council was draining to say the least, there was always something to do. Most of the chores related to dealing face to face with the students were usually given to Beel or Satan, but when it came to paperwork and similar tasks? Those were reserved for Lucifer, Diavolo and you. It was Friday afternoon, and the Newspaper club windows had been closed for a while. Still, the chill of the wind from outside somehow found it’s way into the room, it almost felt like someone had left the A/C on. And to be fair, you weren’t sure if the cold was due to the weather or it was just Mephistopheles’ presence next to you.

You had definitely talked to him a couple of times before, you had even shared some drinks with him at a party once, but he was such a complicated man. It just felt like no matter how many times you broke the ice with him it would just come back the next time your eyes met. You started shivering slightly, shifting in between newspaper pages and trying to use the silence in favour of your concentration. You weren’t successful, specially when you felt Mephisto’s eyes drilling into your frame from the side.

“Are you cold?” he scoffed.

“No”.

Silence. Your eyes scanned words as fast as you could, knowing you weren’t actually reading any of the words. He groaned loudly, you could almost see him rolling his eyes from the sound alone.

“This is completely unnecessary, I told Lord Diavolo I could do this on my own. Quite frankly it’s not like I need a human’s help” he desperately moved away the papers and grabbed new ones, never losing that classic prideful tone in his voice.

“Trust me, if I could I wouldn’t be here on a Friday afternoon” you mumbled in annoyance “specially not with this weather.”

“What was that?” his voice almost perked up, probably ready to jump into a five hour rant about how you couldn’t handle the cold.

“Nothing. I'm only here because you got demoted from your Leader position at the Newspaper Club.”

He scoffed once again.

“I don’t regret anything.”

“Really?” raising an eyebrow, you turned to him “you’re so into journalism I imagined getting demoted felt like a punch in the guts. Specially since it was Lucifer himself the one who downgraded you.”

“Well, I’m still here aren’t I?” his gloved hands made sure to fix the stack of papers neatly “that arrogant prick’s gonna need more than Lord Diavolo’s favour to get rid of me.”

You smiled, watching his almost glowy green eyes examine files thoroughly. There was something about Mephisto’s haughty perseverance that somehow seemed captivating to you. You watched as his fingers elegantly reordered the newspapers, he fixed a magenta hair strand away from his eyes before looking back to you.

“What are you all smiley for?”

You shrugged, smiling wider.

“Those stickers you made are awesome”

The compliment made him smile too. Smirking, he turned back to his papers.

“Of course they are. Every time I see people at RAD using them I know it was worth it. I just know it grays Lucifer’s hair each time someone sends that sticker.”

“Lucifer looks so happy riding that adorable unicorn” a hearty laugh left your lips, Mephisto started chuckling too, you went back to your papers as well.

“I specially like the unbothered expression in the unicorn’s face”

You snorted, both of you shaking in contained laughter. You sighed and switched the files, another shiver running down your neck and causing goosebumps on your skin.

Mephisto’s curious eyes studied you for a second, before grabbing your stack of papers and moving them over next to his.

“Hey!”

“You’re cold, come here” for someone so elegant, the way he dragged you closer to him had zero class. But when he placed an arm around you and rubbed your shoulder to warm you up you just couldn’t complain.

Blushing, you smiled and brought your papers closer to the table’s edge.

“Thank you”

[alexxncl]

‼️NIGHTBRINGER DAILY CHAT SPOILERS‼️

masterlist | dateables/side characters chats | brothers chats

nah this is DEFINITELY set in the nightbringer timeline 😭 he would never say this to a human, let alone the human that consistently steals his boyfriend away from him

the other option being "there you go, bragging about your little brother again" ???? mc is actually the most insufferable person ever i love them sm

and i'd bet that they probably didn't think he'd actually be like "yeah yeah fine whatever" either and just wanted to fuck with him 😭

[omnomnb]

has anyone done anything with mephistopheles and love me love me love me by kikuo bc lowkey it works

[aqvarivsvart]

Spa day for both of us🫵😾

and for the kids too

[puckpuckvt]

I love the art for this event!! It’s so cool! And Mephisto is so cute in every shot! Hehehe

[animeismyhappyplace]

ugh I’m getting such a soft spot for Mephisto 

"Why don't you hate me...?"

(Mephistopheles x gn!MC)

(NSFW) (slight sub!Mephisto) (lots of plot) (slight angst) (NSFW tags: open relationship, caught/semi-public, oral on Mephisto, mentions of enemies to lovers, the tiniest hint of foot fetish Mephisto for one second?, one single "babygirl" for Mephisto)

Word count: +2,500

“Lord Diavolo,” Mephisto entered the council room where you and Diavolo were chatting – well it was less like a conversation and more like Diavolo chatting you up while his butler was briefly attending to something else outside of the room. Mephisto arrived just in time to catch Diavolo pulling you onto his lap. This wasn’t the first time he had accidentally walked in on Diavolo’s shameless flirting: once with you last week, another time with you a few months back, and well over a dozen times with Lucifer periodically in the last few centuries. He used to be envious of anyone who attracted special attention from Diavolo, but something else had been stirring in him recently.

Mephisto cleared his throat and set the initial copy of next week’s newspaper on the desk. You frantically scrambled up from Diavolo’s lap and stood next to him. Mephisto averted his gaze from you. “I’m sorry to intrude, but I thought you might wish to see the first print. Your full interview is published on page three, and your photo made the front page – of course it would. You look exquisite in that outfit, My Lord. I’m certain just having your radiant image will cause this issue to be in high demand.”

“You’re done already? That’s impressive, Mephi,” you smiled at him through your embarrassment.

“Thank you, Mephisto.” Diavolo grabbed the paper and smoothed the cover. “MC and Asmo picked that outfit for me – with Barbatos’s approval, that is. He doesn’t trust any of us after that one time you almost printed that picture of me in a miniskirt.”

“A what?” you asked.

“It was a very flattering outfit then, too, My Lord.”

“Someone is showing me that picture later,” you insisted. Correctly making the assumption that one or both of them maintained a copy of that photo. It was both.

“Certainly. I looked quite adorable in that picture,” Diavolo mused. “I’ll find it when I get back to the castle.”

“Oh. MC,” Mephisto piped up, “I reserved a copy for you as well. Would you like to come with me to the newspaper room to retrieve it? If you don’t mind, My Lord.”

“Of course not – if that’s what you want, MC.” Diavolo waved you both off – the embarrassment of being walked in on finally hitting him. “We can continue our discussion at a later date.”

Mephisto waited until you had exited the room to grab your hand and lead the way. He didn’t need to lead you. You had been there many times – often at Mephisto’s request. Still, you let him take your hand, even though he could scarcely look at you after what he had just seen.

“I’m sorry you saw that,” you apologized. Mephisto didn’t respond. Silence engulfed the air, and you both felt as if the tension of that silence had suffocated you – stifling your breath and anything worth saying.

When you were safely behind the doors of RAD’s newspaper room, Mephisto lost his composure. His lips found yours before you could register his desire to kiss you. He placed his hands on your face – a shy, insecure gesture that was filled with desperation and need. Even as you kissed him back, he wouldn’t dare explore your body with his hands. It was so easy for Diavolo to touch you, but Mephisto faltered in his confidence – especially after seeing how easy it was for another demon to put his hands on you. There was a tinge of frantic affection, his tongue briefly teasing you. He wanted more, and he didn’t know if he could take it. Mephisto pulled back, panting, and pressing his forehead against yours.

“I’m sorry.” Mephisto turned his gaze to the floor. “I can’t stand to watch you with him.”

Ashamed by his own confession, Mephisto attempted to distract you from his brief admission of jealousy by pressing his lips against yours again. He was terrified to let you speak; more accurately, he was afraid that whatever you would say would solidify his insecurity – give it some foundation to stand on and build upon. If he could just kiss you until you were breathless or make you want him, he could at least delay what felt like the inevitable breaking of his heart. But you couldn’t read that clustered mess of anxiety. Tasting only the smallest hint of it on his lips, you pushed him away gently.

“I wish you hadn’t seen that. I know how you feel about me, and I know how you feel about Diavolo. I’m sorry,” you repeated the apology. You all seemed to have an understanding about how things worked – a semblance of freedom and ease that covered the intricate entanglement you had with your loved ones in the Devildom. That openness you had earned entailed these difficult-to-navigate moments. It was especially difficult to unravel and understand Mephisto’s entranced feelings towards Diavolo and his affections for you. When the two clashed, it was hard to know who he was jealous of, and all you wanted to do was comfort him.

He looked at you, his eyes wavering briefly before he resolved himself. “It’s fine. This isn’t the first time. Besides, I used to see Diavolo and Lucifer all the time.”

There was that name on his lips again. Mephisto’s grudge against Lucifer resurfaced: a fixation he had held onto for centuries. If you were honest, you and Lucifer weren’t that different when it came to the potential to vex Mephisto: you both had stolen Diavolo’s attention and affection. Yet, you had been spared his constant irritation and annoyance. Somehow, you had been elevated to a recipient of Mephisto’s affection. What made you so special?

“About that,” you started nervously. You had never had the courage to ask him, but his insecurity gave you an in. “I’ve been thinking about it. I get why you hold a grudge against Lucifer. But, I’m a lot like him, you know? I take so much of Diavolo’s time and attention. Maybe things were different after Lucifer, but I wouldn’t blame you if you resented me like you do him. And I think you did for a long time after we met. What changed? Why don’t you hate me like you hate Lucifer?”

Mephisto reverted back to his shame, refusing to look in your direction, and yet he replied as if it were the most natural and obvious answer in all three realms: “you were nice.”

The realization flooded over Mephisto. All he had ever craved was affection – for his own affection to be reciprocated. When he first met you, you were a lot like Lucifer in his eyes: some shiny, new creature for Diavolo to fawn over who consumed his thoughts with time. But then, there you were, being nice to him even when he didn’t really deserve it. At times, he knew his treatment of you was crude – to say the least. He wasn’t sure how you managed to show him consistent kindness in the face of his bitterness. Even your teasing was not malicious, and he knew that. Mephisto’s eyes began to water.

“I tried so hard to be a good companion to Lord Diavolo. I adore him, but I think I’ve always bored him. I felt bad about that for a long time,” he admitted, “I still do – if I’m honest. He’s a good ruler, and he’ll be a great king. I don’t know how to say this.”

“Just try,” you encouraged him with a gentle touch. Your hand settled on his shoulder, gently rubbing with your thumb.

“I get why he likes you. If you’ve given me just a fraction of the love you give him, I understand. I can’t turn away from you, even if it burns my eyes.” A few stray tears dripped down his cheeks and onto the floor. “You’re so nice to me. I still love Diavolo – I was practically made to love him, but I don’t want to share you with him. I know I can’t compare, but I still want you. Lucifer took him from me and left me tossed aside – like some crumpled up paper that no one would care to read. You extended your grace to me, and I don’t know what I would do if you took it away.”

With tearstains down his cheeks and uncertainty in his eyes, Mephisto looked so exposed and embarrassed. There was no way to fill the vacuum with words in a way that might uplift the hollowed-out demon in front of you. All you could hope for was to offer him some shallow physical comfort as proof of your stable affection. You weren’t just being nice. You wanted him, too.

“Let me be nicer to you.” You gently pushed him up against the nearest table and dropped to your knees for him. “Please?”

“H-here?” The smallest tinge of his haughty attitude slipped through the embarrassment unintentionally. A frantic shock settled on his face.

Softly, as if plucking a fragile flower which threatened to fall apart with any force, you grabbed his calf and raised his foot. You slid your hand down his leg to his stiletto heel and placed a quick kiss on the top of his boots. “Let me take care of you.”

Mephisto’s face burned, his need set aflame in the pit of his stomach, ignited with a sharp gasp. He nodded and placed his hands back on the table behind him. There was a subtle crinkling under his left hand. When he looked down, he realized that he had placed his hands on a copy of next week’s newspapers – the one intended for you. He repositioned his hand to cover Diavolo’s face before returning his gaze to you, expectant and lustful.

You unbuckled his pants and slid them down to his knees. Running your hands up his soft thighs, you came to the hem of his boxers before you had to stifle a smile. “Suck my dick” was written on the band of his boxers. You smirked at him. “Were you expecting this the whole time?”

“What? N-no, of course not!” He looked away indignantly. Even his ears had a faint blush to them.

“You’re so cute.” You pushed his shirt up just enough to place a kiss on his stomach – just over the hem of his boxers. The result was a shaky exhale from Mephisto’s lips.

You pulled his boxers down before moving your hands back up to his ass and dragging your nails down his skin gently. Mephisto couldn’t take his eyes off you as you stared at his dick like that: hungry for him. He was already hard for you. When you ran your fingers over his shaft, he gulped his desire down.

A soft lick and a gentle kiss on the tip of his cock were all the preparation you gave him before you had him half-way into your hot mouth. The muscles in Mephisto’s stomach tightened, and he let out a breathy moan. “F-fuck.”

Your tongue caressed the underside of his shaft and swirled around his head when you pulled back, occasionally earning a whimper from Mephisto. When you took him deeper, his right hand shot up over his mouth to muffle his moaning. His eyes were shut tight, and his head was tilted back. You could tell he was resisting the urge to buck his hips and thrust into your mouth. He would do anything to meet your touch somehow, but you told him you would take care of him, so he leaned back and only took what you gave.

His breathing was increasingly shallow and shaky. Through gentle panting, he said, “your mouth feels so good. I’m close. Please don’t stop.”

You wouldn’t dream of denying him right now. His sweet, stifled moaning filled the room – still louder than the wet noises you made as you sucked him off. He twitched in your mouth as you pushed him closer and closer to climax. Despite his efforts to quiet himself, if anyone walked by, they would know (vaguely) what was happening in that room and who it was happening to; Mephisto would be mortified, but he couldn’t stop himself. He moved his right hand from his mouth to your head. His tender caress was an attempt to signal that you were bringing him over the edge. That adorable gesture was minimized by his loss of restraint over his moaning. He sounded so desperate.

Mephisto came in your mouth, still caressing you with his right hand. When you pulled back, his cum still in your mouth, you stared up at him lovingly. He whimpered and trembled. His knees buckled slightly, so he placed his right hand back on the desk to steady himself. He was still panting when you stood up and kissed him. Mephisto could taste himself on your lips, and, in a daze, he opened his mouth so you could push your tongue and any residual cum into his mouth. A sweet moan left him.

You pulled away to see Mephisto’s blissed-out face. He smiled slightly when he opened his eyes to find you staring at him. That precious look was short-lived. The realization of what he had just done – what you both had just done – hit him.

He bent down, pulled his pants back up, and rose quickly. A wave of vertigo overcame him, and he caught himself on your sleeve. You held him against you.

“Woah. Are you okay, Mephi?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled sheepishly. “I’m just a little unsteady on my feet.”

Mephisto straightened himself, and you noticed his belt was still undone. You pulled him in slightly with both ends of the belt and buckled it for him. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”

“Thank you.” Mephisto leaned forward and rested his forehead on your shoulder – in part because he was spent and in part because he was embarrassed. The embarrassment wasn’t so much about what had just happened; it was more about how you made him feel. For a few moments, he felt like the center of your attention. He wanted to savor that feeling a bit longer. “Could you walk me home? After all, it’s your fault my legs are still shaky.”

You laughed at his pompous act. “Of course, babygirl.”

“Shut up.” Mephisto rolled his eyes. “Ah, wait. I almost forgot. Your paper.”

Mehisto grabbed the slightly crumpled newspaper off the table behind him. He smoothed it out in his hands.

“Do you mind if it’s, you know?”

“Not at all.” You took the paper from his hands and offered him your arm. “Now let’s get you home.”

Mephisto leaned against you slightly, relishing your touch. A selfish part of him hoped that you would escort him home and stay the night so he could keep you to himself.

Half-way through the walk he let out a sudden laugh. “See, you’re nothing like Lucifer. He would never suck my dick and walk me back home.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes at him. “If you bring up his name one more time tonight, I’m going to just assume you want to fuck him.”

Mephisto put his free hand – the one that wasn’t holding onto you – up in resignation. A smile lingered on his face and his hope swelled. Something about the way you said “tonight” made him eager.

[loveanddeepthroat]

Trouble

Pairing - Sylus x f!MC

Summary - As it turned out, lavish events in the N109 Zone were not quite your thing, and this one did nothing but prove it. You weren’t looking for trouble, but it often had a way of finding you.

Word Count - 6.4k

Warning - MDNI. 18+. Oral sex f!receiving. Fingering. Light bondage. Mention of murder.

You were in trouble.

Not that it was immediately bothering you. You were having a good time—it wasn’t your fault that the rest of your companions were quite clearly not.

And besides, it wasn’t as if you were breaking any rules. Sylus had simply advised that you remain where he and the twins could see you upon your arrival at the lavish event, and that’s exactly what you were doing.

Whilst you watched a delectable cocktail being made for you at the bar as per a stranger's request, the three sets of eyes in various places around the room burned holes in your head as they watched you and the nameless man like a hawk. You only threw a few glances at each of them, catching Luke waving the tips of his fingers against his neck in a warning to get away from the guy.

You did no such thing, however. Listening to people kissing Sylus’s ass to stay out of his warpath had quickly bored you half to death, and some stimulation was very necessary for your withering attention span. You didn’t think much of the man who had approached you at the bar. He was dressed up like every other guy in the room, but he held a familiar air of dominance around him. Just as a certain silver haired man fuming a dozen metres away did.

The man ordered you what he deemed as being the best cocktail you would ever drink, along with an identical one for himself. One sip had led to another, your glass completely drained in a matter of a few seconds. He had another one raring to go before your glass landed back on the mahogany bar.

“Didn’t I tell you? The perfect cocktail.” The slight grin he shot you revealed two golden teeth that replaced his natural canines. You imagined the man would be quite intimidating to look at for most, but you took down Wanderers for a living. He’d need to do a lot more than flash his expensive gold fangs at you to make you feel threatened.

Not that you were getting that impression from him in the first place. He actually seemed rather pleasant.

“It’s delicious,” you agreed, already starting on the second.

He perched himself on the stool beside you, taking a sip of his own as he studied you for a moment. “You came with Sylus, huh?”

You nod, not seeing any harm in answering truthfully. “Is it obvious?”

The man chuckled. “His eyes are like lasers through my skull,” he crooned. He turned his head to wiggle his fingers in greeting to your companion. You didn’t dare turn to look in the same direction. “So, what are you doing on your little lonesome, darling?”

A shiver ran up your spine at the pet name. It was almost as if Sylus had caused it as a warning to you. You could feel his patience thinning by the second.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you responded, starting to feel a bit like a worm in the sights of a crow. 

Although you weren’t entirely sure which of the two men were making you feel so much pressure all of a sudden.

A blaringly obvious hand shot in the air a little distance behind the silver-eyed man beside you, catching your attention. Kieran had attracted more than just your attention as he threw his thumb back over his shoulder, eagerly coaxing you away from the man.

It was time to wrap things up.

You finally took the hint and slipped off of the barstool and onto your stilettos, your movement mirrored by the man before you. A large hand landed upon your shoulder, causing you to freeze up. At first, you thought it was his hand clamped there, but the sheer size and strength as it gave you a small squeeze was immediately recognisable.

Sylus.

Putting your face in one of the large fireplaces in the room sounded more appealing than looking up at him at that moment, so you kept your gaze on the sly smirk now spreading across the shorter male’s face.

“Sylus. It’s about time our paths crossed tonight,” he crooned. Gone was the admittedly quite charming face you had been accompanied by, replaced with one that could be compared to that of a viper. 

This man was not someone you should have engaged with.

Sylus’s firm grip remained on your tensed shoulder, anchoring you to him. His voice was cool and indifferent, like he was already bored by the idea of conversing with the individual.

“If you fancied my attention, Frank, all you had to do was say,” he drawled.

Frank cocked his head to the side, his silver eyes dropping to your chest. You suddenly felt a little overexposed in the plunged neckline of your fitted black dress.

“I was just on my way to you when I stumbled upon a lonely little stray,” Frank purred, his cold, lingering gaze finally flickering back up to your face.

Hiding the disgust in your expression was difficult, but you had a feeling it would be wise to at least try. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed the twins standing together, watching the situation unfold. They were always ready to get involved if required.

Sylus chuckled, not one iota of humour in it. “I didn’t take you for the type of man to take pity on a stray kitten,” he said flatly. “Especially one with its collar on.”

He slipped a long finger into the chain of your ruby encrusted choker, giving it the smallest of tugs. You didn’t hate it, and honestly, you felt it more in the pit of your stomach than you did in your neck. Now didn’t seem like the time to think on that, mind.

The backs of his fingers smoothed over your racing pulse as he pulled the digit back out of the small space in your tight neckpiece. You shivered quite noticeably, the sensation awakening the pulse between your thighs.

“As you can see, this one is already taken care of.”

You didn’t miss the flare of hostility in Frank’s silver eyes as he followed every movement of Sylus’s hand—even as it moved to hang from his trouser pocket with his thumb tucked inside.

“Maybe you should keep her on a shorter leash. Anyone could have gotten their hands on her,” Frank said tightly. It sounded awfully identical to a threat. “This is hardly the room full of people you would want to lose such a precious little thing in.”

Sylus didn’t respond. Instead, he grabbed your arms and moved you to the side, away from Frank’s cold glare. Before you could even react, two strong arms either side of you hooked your arms with their elbows.

Luke and Kieran practically dragged you away, your feet struggling to keep up. As soon as you were released from their bone crushing clamps for inner elbows, you turned back to the interaction you were just kidnapped from.

Only to find the space completely empty.

“Okay, either you’re blind or really, really stupid,” Luke scolded.

You frowned back at him, crossing your arms over your chest. “Excuse me?”

“No, we won’t excuse you,” he snapped. “We’ve spent the last ten minutes thinking up different ways to dispose of your body after Frank was done with you.”

“Honestly, woman. Do we have to take you over the basic commands, again? I looked like a tool flapping my arms at you!” Kieran chimed in, looking like he was telling off a toddler.

Unsure whether it was the alcohol or their incessant rambling, you were starting to feel quite overwhelmed. You weren’t sure what they had seen differently while you were sitting with Frank, but you knew that the man had to have had a sinister intention for occupying you.

“Wait, wait,” you cut them off as Luke started to scold you again. “Shouldn’t we go find them?”

They both stared at you for a moment before bursting into obnoxious laughter. You weren’t sure what the joke was, but you were confident you wouldn’t find it funny even if you did.

If Sylus had gone off alone with the unfriendly man, then surely he would need the three of you there, too.

“You’re lucky you still have a tongue in your mouth to be able to make dumbass suggestions like that,” Luke sneered, still shaking from his chuckles.

You clenched your fists at your sides, irritated by their insults. How were you supposed to know that Golden Teeth was an enemy? You weren’t exactly well versed in the good and the bad when it came to attending events in the N109 Zone.

If they were that concerned, they could have remained beside you.

Each minute that passed without a visual on Sylus felt like an eternity, but in reality, only three minuscule minutes went by before he emerged from a door beside the bar.

His facial expression gave away absolutely nothing, but the red split in his lip did. You swallowed as you watched his tongue peak out to run over the small laceration, followed by the pad of his thumb. It disappeared in an instant at his touch.

You began to walk towards him, curious about what the hell had just happened, and if Frank was still breathing. Before you could open your mouth, however, he bent at the waist the second he got close to you, his shoulder connecting with your stomach as he hauled you off of your feet.

“What the—what the fuck are you doing?!”

He did not dignify you with a response as he stormed towards the exit, his solid arm squeezing your knees into his ribs as you started to assault his back. 

“Put. Me. Down,” you grit between harsh slaps to his back. You might as well have been flicking his ear for all the difference it was making.

He carried you straight out of the building and towards the matte black saloon car Kieran had driven you all in earlier that evening. You were utterly furious and embarrassed, doing everything in your power to wriggle out of his hold.

“I can walk!”

Sylus snorted. Snorted, like it was funny. No humour lay in his tone as he spoke, though. “Well that’s a little hard to believe.”

You whacked his muscled back again. “Meaning?!”

He yanked open the back door of the car, practically dropping you into it on your back. You felt it again, at the worst possible time.

That flutter of lust in your core.

It was something about the way he stood over you as you panted from the physical exertion of trying to fight his spine. He must’ve been able to see up the short skirt of your dress, and you hoped to god he didn’t spot any indication of your arousal on the cherry red thong you were wearing.

“Meaning, you had plenty of opportunity to use these apparent walking skills when your safety was threatened,” he growled, moving your legs so he could slam the car door, not interested in anything you had to say back.

You huffed as you pushed down on the unfolded mass of clothes in your backpack, trying to fit them all in.

It had been hours since you all got back from the absolute disaster of a night, and you had been holed up in the room you were occupying since then. Part of you expected Sylus to come and explain what the hell his problem had been, but he didn’t.

The longer you sat and dwelled on it, the more you wanted to go home. You only came to stay because he’d asked you to attend the event with him. He hadn’t mentioned that you were expected to stay by his side like an obedient dog. Nor had he bothered to mention the types of people you were to avoid.

Not only were you pissed at him, but you were pissed at the fact that he’d made you feel a certain way. Who in their right mind gets aroused by a man embarrassing you by hauling you out of a room full of people—likely with your bare ass on show. 

Scientists would have a field day with your brain.

And although you hated to admit it, it wasn’t the first time you had felt that familiar feeling of lust at his touch. The last time you had stayed, you had to relieve yourself in the shower after training with him in the ring. Every inch of him was sculpted with perfect precision, almost as if an architect had dedicated their life to working on his blueprint.

If you were being honest, you weren’t bothered about the event he wanted you to attend when he’d asked you to join him. You just wanted to see him.

But at the end of the day, you had no idea where you belonged in his world. In Linkon, a friendly face buying you a drink wasn’t something to be feared. It was exhausting having to recluse whenever you accompanied him anywhere. 

The clasps of your bag struggled as you tried and failed to clip them together. You had no idea how you were getting back to your apartment, but you were confident in your ability to just suck it up and figure it out. Even if you had to trek there in your most expensive pair of (uncomfortable) stilettos.

You slipped your feet out of them, throwing your barely closed bag over your shoulders before picking the silky, red shoes up. They’re far too noisy against Sylus’s marble floor for you to be able to slip out without being accosted by him or the twins.

Without so much as a squeak, you gently turned the doorknob, pulling the door slowly to peer down the long hallway. Nobody could be seen or heard, so you slipped out and carefully closed the door behind you to not draw suspicion.

You hurried yourself down the hallway to get to the front door, stopping dead in your tracks as you turned the corner. 

Mephisto was perched outside of Sylus’s bedroom door, his beady red eyes on you in an instant. Like hell was the glorified magpie going to let you pass him without kicking up a fuss.

“If you keep your scrap-metal beak shut, I’ll be out of your feathers. Got it?” Your voice was a whisper, but you knew he could hear you.

He did not make a sound as you slowly passed him, keeping your eyes on his as he followed your every move across the luxury floors. By the time you had passed him, you were fully convinced that he was willing to let you go. The minute you took your eyes off him, though, he started to screech.

“CAW! CAW!”

“Oh for fuck sake! You couldn’t just work with me for once in your—”

“CAW!”

“I wasn’t finished you squawking little—”

You were cut off by Sylus’s door opening, his unamused expression still ever present on his face. He was freshly showered, silver hair dripping onto the bare expanse of chest showing between the lapels of his bathrobe. You had to swallow a noise that rudely made its way up from your suddenly dry throat.

Eyes as red as the rubies around your neck flickered between Mephisto, you, and the bag over your shoulder. He clicked his fingers, sending his winged companion away.

“I was under the impression that you were above cussing out mechanical crows,” he drawled, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe.

It wasn’t clear whether or not he was joking, considering the less-than humorous look on his face. Either way, you weren’t in the mood for it.

“I’m going home.”

“I can see that,” he responded immediately, nodding towards your barely closed bag. “And how, exactly, are you planning to get there?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, feeling a bit like a teenager who’s just been caught sneaking out to a party. “I’ll figure that out myself.”

Holding his cold stare wasn’t usually a challenge for you, but you found yourself desperate to look away. You had compared Frank’s domineering aura to Sylus’s earlier, but it didn’t actually come close to the man before you. 

You had seen men and women strapped with weapons that could swiftly eliminate even the most dangerous of Wanderers cower at the sight of Sylus. He was the true definition of a force to be reckoned with.

He raised a lazy eyebrow at you, his hand slipping into the pocket of his robe. “You’re not leaving without a ride home. You’re over the limit, and if I wanted you to be skinned alive walking through the N109 Zone, I’d open the front door for you.”

“You give me a lift then,” you rebuked, your patience already thinning.

Sylus offered half a shrug. “I could, but I don’t make a habit of going out half naked.” You hoped to the lord that he didn’t see your shiver at the fact that he was only concealed by a thin robe. “You’re welcome to ask Luke and Kieran.”

“And where are they?”

The corner of his lip curled so subtly that you almost didn’t see it. “Out.”

You growled at his relaxed attitude. Why the hell would he even suggest it if they weren’t around?

“They’re cleaning up a mess of mine,” he answered as if you had asked.

A chill ran through you. “Would that mess happen to be Frank’s body?”

Sylus turned away from you, strolling into his room. You weren’t entirely sure why, but you followed him in, suddenly wanting answers.

“Well?”

Dark tendrils coiled around the bag on your back, gently tugging it down your arms and carrying it out of the room, closing the door on the way out. You had a feeling your belongings were heading back to where you just came from.

Sylus fiddled with the sleek black turntable in the corner of the room, carefully setting a vinyl record into place. It was a stark contrast to the way he’d hauled you into the car.

“You’re aware of the saying, right? Curiosity killed…” he trailed off, putting the pin in its place upon the record.

You frowned at his back. “The cat?”

He blew out a short laugh, not an ounce of humour in it. “The crook.”

He turned back towards you, slowly making his way to where you were a little rigid by the door. There was that feeling again. That you were a worm in the sights of a crow.

“Tell me,” he crooned, stopping right where your forehead would connect with his heart if you took half a step forward. “What was it about Frank that had you feeling adventurous, hm?”

You forced yourself to look up at him, feeling your cheeks heat at how close you were. “What do you mean?”

“Kitten, I can read you like the nervous wrecks who attempt to double cross me. Don’t play dumb, it does not suit you.”

His eyes were fierce and serious, but you hadn’t a clue what he was getting at. Your silence only lasted a few seconds before he leaned towards your shoulder.

“What was it that attracted you to him?” He whispered so quietly that you just about heard him over the thrum of your rapid heartbeat.

Attracted to him? In the approximately two minutes you had spent with Frank at the bar, you hadn’t spoken more than ten words to him. 

You stepped away, your back connecting with the door immediately. Even with the slight gap, his look over your much smaller form was rather harrowing. And yet you felt that unhelpful flutter in your core again, so strong that your knees wobbled in place. What was this man doing to you?

“Did you hit your head this morning?” You bit back, clenching the muscles of your thighs tightly to relieve some of the pressure there. “You think that I had an eye for him because he bought me a drink?”

He closed the gap again, his large palm resting against the door right beside your head. “Why else would you not walk away when you were quite blatantly warned to do so.”

“Maybe because I was tired of—” you cut yourself off before you could finish. 

You had told yourself that the reason you hadn’t wanted to remain at his side was because you were tired of watching people practically tremble in his presence.

Now, though, you weren’t sure that was the sole reason.

Every woman in that damn room had an eye on him, and it had made you feel…strange. You weren’t typically a jealous person by nature, but tonight had proved you capable of such emotions. In fact, you were practically tearing the heads off of beautiful women in your mind, wanting to punish them all for having the audacity to look at him like he was a piece of meat.

Maybe you and him weren’t so different after all.

He cleared his throat pointedly. “Tired of…?”

You huffed rather childishly, turning your head away from his hard stare. “Of the attention that certain people were giving you,” you begrudgingly admit. 

There was no use lying to him, since falsely having him believe that you were actually interested in Frank seemed like a sure way to get on his bad side—if you weren’t already on it.

With his hand that wasn’t resting beside your head, he took a hold of your jaw, carefully turning your face back to his. “And would these people happen to be women?”

You merely shrugged, having no desire to discuss the matter any further.

Sylus studied you for a moment, contemplating. He looked as if he couldn’t decide between scolding you or shaking some sense into you. You were almost shocked that he didn’t go straight to mocking you, but you had an inclination that he had felt the same thing whilst you sat at the bar with one of his enemies.

He dropped his head beside yours again, murmuring in your ear. “If you wanted my attention, sweetie, I would have given it to you.”

You almost moaned, his breath tickling the sensitive column of your throat. Lifting a hand, you grabbed onto his wrist to steady yourself, only for him to pull out of your grasp immediately.

A flash of fear shot through you at his sudden rejection, but it was almost immediately soothed as he pried your fingers open enough to slip his own between them, pinning your hand to the door. 

“Do you have any idea the kind of danger you could have been in tonight?” It was a growling question that didn’t require an answer. You felt your breath pick up in pace, the swollen peaks of your nipples skimming the top of his abs every time your chest heaved. “Frank has been known to have a string of disappearing acquaintances. He wouldn’t hesitate to maim you out of spite to me.”

You shuddered at the thought of being so close to a killer. And yet the proximity between you and Sylus did not give you that same feeling of dread. You know that he has killed many before, and despite not having his death confirmed or denied just yet, you knew that Frank was now somewhere in the afterlife, hopefully being accosted by the people he had killed.

You knew, but you had to ask.

“Did you kill him because I was speaking to him?”

Sylus shook his head, pulling back just enough that he could look you in the eyes. “I killed him because it was long overdue. I’ve had men who have been sent out to keep an eye on that bastard, and many of them did not return,” he explained quietly, a hint of frustration in his tone. “If I had taken my eyes off of you for a second—”

He audibly swallowed, cutting himself off. You could easily guess what he was going to say, and clearly the mere thought of it was haunting him.

A wash of guilt fell over you. If you had just walked away when you were told, he wouldn’t have had to do anything.

“He wasn’t going to take one more person from me,” he finally gritted.

That very thought should have filled you with dread. It should have made you sick to your stomach.

But the mention of his eyes on you for every second you weren’t beside him caused a spreading warmth to grow in your chest. Despite the situation you hadn’t realised you were in, you had been safe that whole time under his watch.

“I would have thought you’d be glad to get me out of your hair,” you said, only half joking to diffuse the tension between you.

He didn’t seem amused by it at all, his grip on your hand tightening. “Like I said, kitten. If I wanted you dead, I’d be seeing you out of the front door instead of standing here, resisting urges I have no right to have.”

Your thighs pressed together again at his whispered confession. His eyes always warned of danger, but they were gleaming with desire. 

You were not losing out on him tonight.

With the most tender of touches, you ran the tips of your fingers over his exposed chest with your free hand, feeling his steady breath falter. He swallowed thickly, suffocating your hand in his against the door. 

“I apologise,” he whispered gruffly, his head dipping to where your collarbone was visible to him in the neckline of your dress. 

You shuddered as his breath danced across your clammy skin, droplets from his wet hair falling against your chest. “For what?”

“Handling you the way I did.” His lips were mere inches away from you, and it took all your strength not to grab the back of his head and slam his face into your chest. “The thought of that bastard doing something—”

“Kiss me.”

Sylus didn’t give you a chance to cringe at your own slip up as every inch of him pressed you into the door, his mouth attacking your pulse with expert precision. You let loose a shaky moan, your nails scratching down his rock hard pectoral.

Every ounce of animosity you had been harbouring since the event dissipated at his touch. He was rough and unrelenting, his indistinguishable power overwhelming you in the most delicious way possible.

“Lower,” you breathed softly, wanting him everywhere.

You weren’t sure how he heard you, but he obeyed your hushed command. In one swift movement, his free arm clutched you around your waist, lifting you up. Both of your legs perched perfectly either side of him, suffocating his waist.

With his newfound access to your already exposed chest, he immediately got to work, sucking and biting at the thin layer of skin over your collarbones. The pain of sharp teeth sinking into flesh married faultlessly with undeniable pleasure, causing you to writhe against him. 

A firm bulge pressed against your heat as he ground himself against your cunt. Even with the sensation being drastically muted by the material of your thong and his robe being between you, you appreciated the absolute weapon he was concealing beneath his nightly attire.

“Ah—” you gasped, the soft sound immediately erased by a sharp hiss as he sunk his teeth into your skin again.

His mouth slowly travelled down to the tops of your breasts, where he pressed uncharacteristically tender kisses to each one. You were a wriggling, desperate mess already, but he was still sane enough to take a moment to study your chest.

“I have always appreciated art,” he crooned.

He removed the arm that held you around your waist, purely holding you up with his lower body alone. Your breasts were granted a sweet release as he pulled the thin straps of your dress down, pulling the material out of his way like a man depraved.

It was the look in his eye. A million compliments that didn’t need to be put into words. You could see them. Hell, you could feel the utter captivation radiating from him.

Your free hand smoothed over the delicious muscle of his shoulders before curling around the back of his neck. With a swift yank of his head, his mouth locked onto one of your firm nipples. Back arching off of the door, you cried out as his tongue swirled and flicked the sensitive area, leaving you a little mindless.

He finally let go of your hand, hungry to feel more of you. One hand pushed up your thigh, the skirt of your dress riding up with the movement before he squeezed your hip. The other cupped your neglected breast, thumb brushing over your pert nipple as if it were the joystick on a gaming console. Up, down, left, right, and all over again. 

It was almost too much, and yet you still wanted more. He ground himself against you again, your head slamming back against the door with a reverberating thud. You felt it this time. The thickness of his solid shaft, followed by the damp sensation of your arousal.

You needed him there. Now.

“Mm—” you mumbled pathetically, unable to get a word out.

Sylus chuckled against the breast he was feasting on. “What was that, sweetie?”

All you could do was wriggle yourself against his cock, hoping to convey a message to him without the need to trip over your words. You wanted to swallow up every inch of it with your warmth, leaving it glowing like a damn firefly with the glistening sheen of your essence.

“I know that pretty mouth of yours can talk,” he whispered against the column of your throat. “Tell me what you want.”

Your mouth was dry, like the space between your legs had stolen your saliva to lubricate you further.

“More.”

Sylus clicked his tongue. “There are nicer ways to ask.”

You knew he wasn’t being serious, but you would have begged on your knees at this point. He had to have felt your legs trembling against his waist, aching for him to fill you.

“Since you haven’t specified…” he began, pulling his head back completely.

For a second, you thought you had actually irritated him. There was a darkness in his stare, a hunger. You couldn’t figure it out, but it didn’t matter once the dark tendrils of his Evol snaked around your arms, dragging them up above your head. Your eyes widened.

Was he going to leave you tied up here?

“Do you trust me, sweetie?”

Any sane person being restrained against a door by the literal epitome of bad news himself would have frantically shook their head.

But you didn’t. You trusted him with every damn crevice of your soul.

“Y-yes,” you stammered.

He brought up a hand to stroke your side before hooking it under your thigh, along with the other one. One swift lift had you hurtling upwards, as if you weighed no more than a spaniel puppy.

Your legs were quickly on his shoulders, securing him a front row seat to your soaked thong. Getting any wetter had to be impossible, but your position was serving to give it a good try. Wrists tightly secured above your head, your legs wrapped around his neck, and his warm breath fanning over your damp thighs.

No throne in the most lavish palace on earth would be more tempting than this seat of yours.

His crimson eyes flickered up to your face, a flash of uncertainty in his gaze. “Is this where you want me?”

You nodded rapidly before his hand came up to hold your jaw, halting your wordless answer.

“Words please, kitten,” he requested.

“Yes,” you breathed. “Please, Sylus.”

He grinned, an unnerving and yet exciting sight. Wasting no time, he gripped the flimsy material of your cheap thong, tearing it at the seams to grant himself access to your bare cunt.

There was no teasing. No small pecks to your inner thighs. Not even a warning before his hot, balmy tongue lapped up a line of your juices through your folds, slowly dragging over the bundle of nerves nestled within. It took him no time at all to figure out where that heavenly little mound was, as if he knew your body like the back of his veiny hand.

Teeth. Tongue. Lips. All three of them fighting brutally for their moment on your clit, as if he couldn’t figure out which to use first. Your brain could hardly keep up with the flitting between this and that. All you knew was that you didn’t want it to stop.

Your legs tightened around his head in a bone-crushing squeeze. The suffocation only served to push him further, like he was fuelled by the possibility of having his jaw crushed like a damn walnut between your thighs.

“I could think of worse ways to go,” he growled against your hole, nose buried deeply into your folds to inhale your scent.

He pressed further into you, his tongue penetrating you with a greedy lick down your plush walls. Your hips jolted of their own accord at the sensation. He was your puppet master, making you grind and flinch on demand with his calculated actions.

The more his tongue slid in and out of you—the tip of his nose perfectly hitting your clit every time—the more of him you wanted inside of you. 

Gone were your soft, airy moans. You were crying out to whoever would listen, announcing to the world beyond the walls that you were being fucking devoured by the most feared mouth in the N109 Zone.

A mouth that could bring grown men to their trembling knees with one mere bark of an order.

You were drunk on it.

He slowly withdrew his tongue, immediately swallowing. “Like candy,” he murmured.

He licked at his lips, eyes trained on the concoction of his saliva and your fluids with awe. His hand shifted from where it had still been gripping your thigh, the soft pads of his fingers tracing circles around your hole for lubrication.

“Can you handle them?” He didn’t look up as he asked, fixated on the patterns he was repeatedly drawing through your folds.

“Mhm,” you mumbled.

He clicked his tongue. “Words.”

“Yes.”

He seemed to make quite the habit of just diving in as soon as he had permission. In one swift push, he impaled you on his lengthy index finger, his knuckles pressing against your pelvic bone.

You cried out towards the ceiling. “Fuck!” 

“You must’ve had some pretty disappointing experiences down here, sweetie,” he purred. “You’re so very tight.”

Every muscle in the lower half of your body was quivering with need, your hips unable to still themselves. He wasn’t wrong, nobody had ever truly left you gasping or crying out to the heavens.

You had a feeling he was about to change that.

Slowly, he dragged the digit back out, making sure to scrape down on your walls as he did. He began a steady rhythm, plunging his finger in and out of you lazily. His eyes held a repertoire of fascination, as if he’d been dreaming up this moment for quite some time.

He didn’t rush to add the second digit, but as soon as he did, you lost all sense of reality. The curling and pounding was precise and calculated, every brush of your neglected g-spot extracting a whimpering moan from you.

“Ngh…oh fuck,” you managed through a shuddering breath.

“Good girl,” he praised huskily. “I want to feel you come undone. Can you do that for me, darling?”

If he kept talking to you like that, it was going to happen a lot sooner than he would expect. The mental challenge of holding back was near impossible, and seemed to be displeasing him.

He picked up his pace. Firm, brutal bucks of his hand giving you every push towards that edge that you were trying to keep a distance from. You were yanking at the tendrils gripping your wrists, crying out pathetically at the sheer velocity of his fingers.

“I hope you’re not holding back on me,” he warned quietly.

He wanted you to finish. He was so very desperate to feel your release that he was practically shoving you towards it.

You couldn’t deny him.

The building pressure in your core gave out as you orgasmed, a litany of thuds marrying the sounds of your pleasured cries whilst you writhed against the door. Sylus, at the feeling of your walls contracting around his fingers, became a little breathless himself. He didn’t slow his pace, helping you ride out the waves of pleasure until your very last whimper. 

By the time you had caught your breath, the restraints on your hands slowly loosened, and you expected to be put back down onto solid ground.

Instead, Sylus brought his mouth back to your folds, clearing up the aftermath of your first real orgasm. He was slow and gentle, savouring the taste like a vintage bottle of wine.

He was gentle when lowering you back to the floor, your legs trembling beneath you. You kept a hold of his arms, looking up at his hazy eyes. Anyone would think that he’d been the one on the receiving end of oral sex.

You wanted to give back. You wanted to see everything beneath his robe.

And apparently, your need was rather obvious.

“Not tonight, kitten,” he murmured, fixing your dress to cover your exposed body.

You didn’t know if you were more perplexed or hurt. Why not tonight? Did he not see you capable enough of being able to return the favour?

He brushed a strand of your unruly hair behind your ear in a contrasting manner to how he’d been handling you earlier. “I won’t know when to stop.”

You shuddered at the thought. “I’m okay with that.”

It wasn’t a lie. He could bend you over the railing of the balcony for the whole city to see, and you wouldn’t bat an eyelid.

But he wasn’t budging, the corner of his glistening lips curling upwards at your eagerness. “I don’t doubt that.” 

He leaned towards your ear, his voice a low whisper.

“But it’s going to take a lot more than my saliva and your sweet fluids to help you take me, sweetie.”

[luxthestrange]

Incorrect quotes#756 Barney is worried-

Mc: Everything will be ok. You can not stop it. 

Mc: Everything will be fine. You have no choice. 

Mephisto: What the fuck kind of pep talk is that?...

Mc: Ominous positivity~*Smiles at him once again with a new hurdle of problem coming their way to fix*

You are BOTH-

[villianbell]

Random RAD student: How does it feel to be the most hated person at RAD

Mephesto smugly: Listen in a campus full of losers I wear as a fucking badge of honor

Thirteen in the background: What about the rumors that you kissed the human?

Mephesto: WHO THE FUCK SAID THAT?!

[absolutely-exhausted365]

THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING!!;;

⚠️ THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING ⚠️

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[manikas-whims]

MC: what do you do when i go back to Linkon?

Sylus: i’m the leader of Onychinus, sweetie. of course i run my business and watch over my people.

Luke: now now, boss. no need to be so shy.

Keiran: yeah we all know you sulk the entire week and wait for her to come back.

Mephisto: *caws in agreement*

[certifiedlucifersimp]

GUYS

HES LAUGHING