#mephistopheles x oc

[mcx7demonbros]

Same birthday with (future) Father-in-law

Klein was walking to the portal leading to the mortal realm when he met Mephistopheles.

Mephisto: Is that a present? *Points at the wrapped box in Klein's hand*

Klein: Yes. I-

Mephisto: *laughs* Usually, I will only accept present from the Royal Family and fellow nobles. But since you have had put effort into getting me a birthday present, I will accept it.

Klein: Uh...this is for my dad. His birthday is today, Nov. 11th. I didn't know that you share the same birthday with him, so...I didn't get you a present.

Awkward silence...

Tag. @sparkbeast20

[cherriesandsulphur]

"A saviour? That's for certain."

[another-lost-mc]

For Your Ears Only: When MC sends them audio porn

Featuring: The Dateables + Side Characters (+ bonus Michael and Karasu) x gn!Reader

NSFW // Content: Explicit smut. Sex toys, sexting (audio/pictures/video), demon forms mentioned, penetrative sex and fingering (gn!reader receiving), size kink, breeding kink, creampie, light dom/sub undertones, guided masturbation, orgasm delay/denial, corruption kink if you squint, clothing kink, car sex, oral sex (gn!receiving), implied switch!reader & switch!thirteen, pet names, rough sex. 6.8k words.

For Your Ears Only series: Part I (The Demon Brothers)

DIAVOLO // royal treatment

Diavolo has been in his office all morning. He’s bored out of his mind from signing the endless stacks of paperwork that Barbatos puts in front of him. He would gladly welcome any excuse to escape, and your message gives him something to look forward to. He’s curious about your warning to listen to it alone, so he waits until Barbatos excuses himself from the office to prepare more tea.

Desire pools in his belly when Diavolo finally listens to your recording, and by the time it’s over, he’s gripping the armrest of his chair so hard that it cracks. He holds his D.D.D. to his ear while he storms from the room. He replays the message again because there’s something so alluring about listening to your sweet sounds like this. The desperate, breathy whimpers of his name as you fuck yourself with that inferior toy rile him up even more. He strides through the castle towards his private chambers, ascending the stairs two steps at a time in his haste to see you.

(Diavolo doesn’t even notice that he rushes past a very irate-looking Barbatos. No matter how much he wants to protest, the butler knows better than to get in the prince’s way; Diavolo is radiating power and lust and the need to claim, and trying to stop him now would be a dangerous mistake. Besides, there will be time for lectures about propriety later.)

Diavolo’s true form is completely revealed by the time he enters his bedroom. His blood pumps at the mere sight of finding you naked and waiting for him on his dark silk sheets. Your knees are bent and you part your thighs so invitingly when he kneels on the bed and crawls on top of you. His large hand cups the hot, wet mess between your legs. His fingers stroke you teasingly, and your body shivers with sensitivity from your recent orgasm. He crushes his lips against yours and swipes greedily at the seam of your mouth so he can lick inside and taste you. He teases two fingers into your hole while you're distracted by the kiss, and he stretches you just a little more.

(You buy toys smaller than him on purpose so that no matter how much you might tease yourself with them, they'll never match how thick his cock is, or reach as deep as his rough, powerful strokes do.)

You whimper when he pulls away too soon for your liking, but he bares his fangs in a feral smile and finally sinks his cock inside you. Your back arches against the mattress as he stretches you open, and he pants heavily while he resists the urge to fuck into you like a rabid beast. His thrusts are slow and shallow at first, but your warm, soft body enveloping his cock and your nails digging into his back urge him to move faster, harder, and deeper.

He comes with a roar and you whine at the sensation of his hot release painting your walls and marking you as his. He stares between your bodies and grinds his cock inside you so that he can trap his cum inside you a little longer.

Nothing in this world can fuck you or fill you the way the future demon king can, and he spends the rest of the day proving it to you.

BARBATOS // servant of two, master of one

When you send Barbatos teasing messages, you do so knowing that the likelihood of him being able to come see you anytime soon is slim to none. He's incredibly busy assisting Diavolo and taking care of other important work. Early in your relationship, you both agreed on reasonable expectations that took his many responsibilities into consideration. He doesn’t want to neglect you, but you don’t want to disturb him either.

He cherishes all the photos and videos you send him. They’re sentimental tokens he hoards selfishly for himself; they remind him that you love him and desire him like you've never wanted anyone else. If he’s too busy to call you or visit you, they offer temporary relief for the longing he feels. After he receives the message you sent him today, he has a new treasure to add to his collection.

He listens to your recording when he's completing mundane chores alone in the laundry room. No one else sees the butler’s infallible mask slip: his breath hitches slightly, and the freshly-laundered sheets slip from his fingers when his hands tremble with the sudden need to touch. He grunts and clenches his fists when your breathy crescendo of fuck–fuck–fuck—! ends with a broken cry of his name.

He feels unusually warm when the recording ends and all he hears is his own ragged breathing. His cock stirs in his pants and he takes a few minutes to calm himself and regain his composure. He can't perform his duties with a hard, throbbing cock ruining the crease of his pants. By the time he’s calm and leaves the room, he’s decided how to respond to you.

Barbatos has to prepare the Young Master's lunch next, but he has a bit of time to spare and walks to his bedroom first. He doesn't dare sit on the bed; fond memories of fucking you between his sheets might tempt him to linger. He doesn't call you either, even though he desperately wants to. He records a voice message for you instead, and he carries on with his work once he confirms you’ve received it.

You listen to his message from the comfort of your bed, you can tell right away that he sounds less composed than usual. His voice is a bit rougher, and it makes you giddy knowing you have that impact on him. You smile as you listen to his compliments and praise and he tells you (with explicit details) how lovely your surprise was. He asks for a favour from you, if you’re willing, and he gives you instructions for how he'd like you to use your toy next.

You lay back and let the soothing cadence of his voice guide your actions. You move the toy in and out of your body at the pace he commands. He coaxes you to the edge of pleasure but denies you over and over; despite how close you are, you stop when he tells you to. When he finally asks you to come for him, the breathless, pleading tone of his command shakes you to your core. He anticipates that you need a moment to recover, and the recording is silent until his gritty voice reminds you how good you are for him and how much he loves you.

You feel wonderful knowing that he'll be pleased with your obedience, and you send him the proof he asked for: another recording of yourself, and a picture of the new mess between your legs. Your body trembles slightly as pleasure fades and your body melts into the mattress. You relax in your bed, naked and cum-stained, and when your D.D.D. pings, you read his new message with a smile. He decided to rearrange his schedule after all, and he’s on his way to take care of you himself.

SIMEON // savor the moment

He’s not the most skilled when it comes to technology, but Simeon figures out how to play the recording you sent him. He heeds your warning that he should listen to it in private, and he escapes to the dimly-lit sanctuary of his bedroom and sits on the bed. Sometimes you send him voice messages about your day. Other times, you remind him how much you love him and miss him, and you confess how sinful your thoughts become when you think of him.

He’s shocked when he recognizes the sounds that filter through the speakers of his phone and fill his room. He’s heard them so many times when he makes love to you between his sheets (or yours), or on the sofa in the sitting room, and even once against the front door when he was too impatient to wait—

Whenever Simeon is with you, his carefully made plans to take you apart slowly and lovingly burst at the seams when he finally has his hands on your body. Everything about you is irresistible. He denied temptation for so long that he can’t control the raging passion inside him when he’s with you.

The sounds you make for him on this recording are a bit different though. It’s almost like you’re teasing yourself towards the edge, instead of hurtling towards it with abandon. Your moans and cries become breathier and louder and it’s the most beautiful symphony he’s ever heard.

He senses that you’re basking in the slow, sensual delight of touching yourself, rather than the passionate frenzy that often happens when you’re together. Even as lust stirs inside him and makes his cock swell, he’s stunned by your intimate gift made for him alone.

He loosens his belt and slips his hand inside his pants as he listens to you again. He spreads the pearly-white fluid leaking from the tip of his cock down his shaft. Pleasure blooms within him when the soft, wet glide of his strokes match your rhythm.

He lays back and wonders if you felt tormented by the temptation to move faster like he does now. How did you resist the urge to pump your toy into your greedy hole with desperation as you chased your release? You maintained your slow rhythm until the very end, and he desperately tries to do the same. It feels like you’re leading him to ecstasy; you’re the only person he would ever follow blindly without hesitation or doubt, because he loves you so.

The pleasure that warms his body and makes his limbs tremble feels like a wave cresting upon the shore. Your name falls from his lips in reverent sighs and gentle moans, instead of his usual harsh groans and mumbled curses that he muffles against your skin.

He strokes his cock slowly so he doesn’t come until you do. Despite the gentle pace, his orgasm still causes his back to arch off the bed as a long, whiny moan rips from his throat. He thrusts into his fist and the bed frame creaks slightly underneath him. Ropes of cum cover his belly and part of his chest. He lets go of his cock when he gasps from the sensitivity of wringing the last drops of pleasure from himself.

He catches his breath and sighs tiredly. He feels sticky and needs a shower and clean change of clothes. After he’s tidied up, you send him a message and ask if he wants to come see you. He’s tempted, but he invites you to dinner first; he wants you both to enjoy this slow, sensual seduction a little while longer.

SOLOMON // at your beck and call

Sometimes you forget that there's not much Solomon won't do for you. He's selfish with your time and greedy for your love and affection. He uses his (frighteningly immense) power as he sees fit, and he doesn't mind being irresponsible from time to time if it means giving you what you want.

Your little surprise is a welcome distraction from a boring meeting he was told he couldn’t miss. He excuses himself quietly when his D.D.D. pings, and he holds his phone to his ear and listens to the recording in the hallway outside. His soft smile sharpens into something wicked when he realizes what you sent him.

Anyone that might see him now would notice how his eyes grow darker as his pupils dilate, or that he adjusts himself discretely as his cock hardens in his pants. He doesn’t feel any hesitation or remorse when he abandons the meeting and teleports to his home where he knows you're waiting. (He'll make his apologies and excuses to the Sorcerer's Society later, after he's fucked your brains out.)

He re-appears in his bedroom and he's already unbuttoning his shirt eagerly, but his excitement deflates when he realizes his bed is empty. He knows you must be nearby; the scent of your musky arousal and sweat lingers near the bed. The sheets are still in disarray, and he can even see the small wet spots you made.

The sound of running water catches his attention, and he lets his shirt fall open as he approaches the half-closed door to the en-suite washroom. Your toy is cleaned and dry on the counter, and you splash water on your face with a tired sigh. You jump when you meet his gaze in the mirror, and you smile bashfully at his sudden appearance.

You didn't think he would really come, and he decides to remind you that nothing could possibly keep him away. He steps inside and embraces you properly so he can enjoy the feeling of your warm, bare skin against him. Your legs are still trembling slightly, and your scent is so much stronger now. 

There's so much he wants to say–you're so beautiful, darling or you're a naughty thing, teasing me like that during my meeting–but he kisses you instead.

It's sweet at first, and he pours his love and desire for you into the kiss. Sometimes he wishes he were a more patient man, because your first whimper against his lips reminds him of all the delightfully carnal things he wants to do to you. The kiss becomes heated and passionate as your mouths slot together perfectly, and he matches your delighted noises with soft groans of his own.

His mouth coaxes your lips open, and he curls his tongue with yours as he backs you against the counter. The hands that cradle your face so lovingly slide down your body, and he groans as he explores the familiar dips and curves of your chest and waist. His hands smooth over the swell of your ass and he squeezes. He gropes the soft flesh a little more before grasping the back of your thighs and lifting you up.

You're lost in the loving haze of his kiss and make a startled noise in the back of your throat when he sets you on the edge of the counter. He pulls you flush against his chest and you gasp as the outline of his cock rubs against the wet, sticky space between your legs. The hunger in his eyes mirrors that of your own.

You fumble with his belt and pump his hard, leaking cock while his fingers tease your entrance. He moans at the delicious friction of your hand on him. He breathes out a stuttered sigh when your soft, warm walls welcome his fingers so easily.

You prepared yourself so well for him, and he can’t wait anymore. His hand curls around your hip as he removes his fingers and fucks into you with one deep stroke. He cradles your neck as your head falls back with a choked off moan. He nips at your throat and groans as your body clenches around him. His pace is fast and brutal, and even when you come on his cock and your legs tremble around his waist, you whisper his name over and over again and beg him for more.

My silly darling, he thinks when he carries you to his bed and fucks you again with renewed vigor, how could I ever resist you?

MEPHISTOPHELES // tied up

Mephisto is busy today with Newspaper Club business, but you send him his gift knowing he’ll listen to it eventually. After you catch your breath, you walk gingerly to your ensuite washroom to shower. There's a ping on your D.D.D. while you're stripping the sheets off your bed to wash them.

Mephistopheles: I'll pick you up at 7:00 tonight for dinner.

Mephistopheles: And bring the tie with you.

He doesn't even mention the recording, but his request for the tie makes you feel giddy with mischief. His unique fashion accessories are something you think only he can pull off. He comes across as pretentious, but you understand that the things he wears are a personal choice and not necessarily about his status and wealth. You tease him playfully from time to time about those particular ties he likes to wear, but he knows you like them, no matter how much you deny it.

You slipped one of his ties into your pocket when you were at his home a couple nights ago. You fetched the silky cloth from its hiding place in your dresser earlier; you got a whiff of his expensive cologne and the barest hint of his natural scent underneath.

It's what inspired you to make the recording to begin with.

It was clenched in your hand while you fucked yourself with your toy earlier, and the material is creased and a bit dirty with your cum now too. When you were still catching your breath, you snapped a photo and sent it to him. It was a blurry picture of your arm resting across your waist, but there's no way he could miss the dark, silk tie underneath your glistening fingertips.

His car arrives at seven o'clock sharp, and his driver steps out to open the door for you. You slide into the seat beside Mephisto. His expression is unreadable in the poorly-lit backseat, but he takes off his gloves and pats his thighs invitingly. You straddle his lap and his bare fingers grip your waist. He teases the bare skin just underneath the hem of your shirt.

"You're a terrible distraction, pet," he murmurs, and his voice sounds so rough that you squirm. He’s already hard and he grunts quietly when you rub against him. He glares at the smile blooming across your face, but there's no heat to it.

"I missed you," you say after you lean forward and press a chaste kiss against his mouth.

He licks his lips and hums. "Did you bring it with you?"

"You mean this?" You pull his crumpled tie from your back pocket and dangle it in front of his face. His eyes lock onto it immediately, and if you can smell yourself on it, you know he does too. 

He tries to be discreet when he leans forward so his nose brushes against the fabric, and his eyes flutter slightly. There's a low purr rumbling in his chest and his pupils dilate noticeably even in the dark corner of the car.

His fingers dig into your hips when you lean against his chest. "You should probably remove the stains first before you wear this again," you whisper against his ear.

He groans when he tilts your head and captures your lips in a filthy kiss. There's nothing decent or composed about the way he starts grinding his hips up against you, or how his other hand slides under your shirt and scrapes his nails against your back. 

You scratch lightly against his scalp and tug on his hair, and he breaks the kiss with a growl. He maneuvers you off his lap and pushes you back against the seat. His face hovers above your waist and his hand rubs against you through your pants. He can feel how damp you are already, and he makes quick work of undoing your pants. You lift your hips so he can shimmy them down your thighs.

He's too impatient to undress you properly, but he bends down and licks against the edge of your arousal. He waits until you meet his gaze and then he does it again, and he grins when you whimper his name.

"I thought you wanted to go out for dinner?" you ask breathlessly. This wouldn’t be the first time he's gotten frisky in the car, but you’re worried about being seen like this.

"We’re taking a scenic route," he explains with a groan, “but I want a taste of you first." He leans down with a smirk before he sucks you into his mouth.

RAPHAEL // inevitable defeat

Raphael hesitates only for a moment before he taps Play on the screen and puts his phone to his ear. He closes his eyes at the first soft sigh that escapes you. He swallows around the lump in his throat when you moan, and he bites his lip when he hears the faint sound of the mattress creaking beneath you. His ragged breathing matches the quick pace you use to fuck yourself with your toy. The wet, squelching sounds are obscene, but he's never heard something so sinfully beautiful before.

His body feels overheated, and the first beads of sweat start to roll down the back of his neck. When his name tumbles from your lips as you come, he squeezes the phone so tightly he's worried the case might snap in his fist.

He has responsibilities in the Devildom–tasks assigned to him from Michael, chores he splits with his roommates, the relationships he has to foster with demons as part of his mission. Meeting you was inevitable, and perhaps falling for you was inevitable too. Everything you are and all the things you say and do affect him–and this is no different.

He should be getting ready to leave for a meeting, but he's frozen in place and his body quakes as he tries to smother the lust coursing through his veins. How can he walk to RAD when his cock is hard and aching? How can he think or speak of anything else except how beautiful you are and how badly he wants you? No, it won't do at all–he'll apologize later for shirking his responsibilities.

Better to beg forgiveness than ask permission.

He pushes his door closed and leans his forehead against the cool wood while he taps the screen and replays your message. He holds the phone to his ear with one hand while the other reaches into his pants and palms himself, slickened by the copious fluid leaking from the tip of his cock. He's so fucking aroused by you. You make an utter mess of him and you’re not even here. His hand is soaked with his own pre-cum, and the fast strokes of his cock sound as obscene as your noises do.

Sometimes he grunts in unison with you, and other times he echoes your moans with a bitten-off curse of his own. When he closes his eyes, it's so easy to picture you naked and writhing on his bed. He wishes he could smother his sounds against your bare skin as he fucks you. All he can do now is bite his lip so hard that he can taste copper on his tongue.

He comes with a deep groan moments after you do, and his door is painted with the ropes of cum that he can’t catch. He pumps himself through the aftershocks until he winces and his hand falls limply at his side. He pants heavily against the door as he catches his breath; his skin is hot and clammy with sweat, and he'll need to shower again before he goes out.

He glances at the pearly-white mess that coats his fingers and his clothes and the door. If he were a better angel, he would tell himself that poor self-control is responsible for this mess.

But he's not a better angel, because all he can think is, what a waste I couldn't come inside you instead.

THIRTEEN // the wild card

Thirteen’s reactions to your dirty messages are unpredictable, and today you have no idea what to expect once you send her the recording. 

Sometimes when you send her a raunchy text, she sends you back something just as filthy. If you send her photos of your body (with or without clothing), she gushes about how gorgeous you are and how she can’t wait to see you in person. 

There are times when she confesses how lucky feels that she met you. Those are the days when she comes to your bed (or sneaks you off to her cave) and keeps you up all night. She murmurs praise into your ear as she fucks you so slowly, and afterwards she rolls you over and begs for you to fuck her too.

You don’t hear from her by the time you change your bedsheets and clean your toy, and you decide to have a shower and plan the rest of your day. Maybe she’s busy doing reaper things? (She’s a bit tight-lipped about the things she does that she says delicate humans like you don’t need to worry about.) Or maybe she’s trying to prank Solomon again?

You leave your en-suite washroom with damp skin and a towel wrapped around you, and you yelp in surprise when you realize someone is sitting on your bed.

She giggles at your expression. “Aww, did I scare you? I just wanted to surprise you.” She pats her phone that’s next to her on the bedspread. “We’re both full of surprises today,” she murmurs, and you notice the way her eyes roam your nearly-naked body appreciatively. She leans back on her hands and spreads her legs wide so you can stand between them.

“I didn’t hear from you. I figured I’d see you at school,” you admit with a shrug.

She tugs playfully at the knot keeping the towel wrapped around you. “You can’t blame me for being a little late, lovely,” she says teasingly. The towel gives way after another stubborn tug of her wrist, but you don’t bother picking it up. Her eyes are scorching as she drinks in your exposed skin, and her strange eyes are the most striking when she stares at you like this.

“What do you mean?” you ask curiously.

Instead of replying, she leans forward and traces your mouth with her fingertips. You flick your tongue out to tease her, but you nearly moan when you recognize the faded taste of her cum. It’s not like anything you’ve ever tasted–it’s syrupy-sweet unlike anyone else’s you’ve tasted–and you eagerly suck her fingers between your lips.

“Sometimes I can’t wait to be with you either,” she confesses quietly as she watches your lips wrap around her fingers. Her other hand settles on your waist and dances along your hip and over the top of your thigh. “And I have to compete with all those fools for your attention,” she grumbles bitterly, but she leans forward and kisses your belly as her hand seeks out your arousal between your legs.

You gasp as she strokes you, and she pulls her hand away from your mouth so she can hold you steady as your legs start to tremble. Desire blooms inside you all over again. You feel so desperate, and it would be embarrassing how quickly you fall apart for her, if it weren’t for the lovestruck look in her own eyes.

“I only want you,” you whimper as your hips rock against her hand and your fingers wind through her hair.

“I know, lovely,” she coos sweetly, and she coaxes you into her lap as she lays back on your bed. She finally kisses you and curls her tongue with yours as she continues teasing you between your legs. One of her fingers slips inside you, and you both break away from the kiss with a gasp.

“You’re ready for me,” she whispers against your ear while her finger stretches your walls and brushes against the spongy spot instead. “But I’m ready for you too,” she confesses with a breathy laugh.

You reach down between her legs and slide your hand up her thigh. You noticed she was wearing a skirt today, but she’s not wearing any underwear. You moan when you feel her hot, wet heat against your fingertips. You gather some of her slick on your fingers and trace her clit with slow circles.

“Is it greedy of me to want all of you?” you whimper, and she adds a second finger inside you.

“This first,” she suggests as she rolls her hips against your hand and moans quietly, “and then I can fuck you after?”

“I wanna fuck you too,” and you hate how whiny you sound, but nothing would be more perfect than seeing her bouncing above you right now. You saw her bag on the floor near your bed; you know she came prepared for anything you wanted to do.

She crooks her fingers inside you and grins when you start to fall apart around her fingers. “Oh, lovely, I promise we’ll both get to have a little fun.”

MICHAEL // tranquil moments

Michael would love nothing more than to ignore all his duties when you visit him in the Celestial Realm, but sometimes his absence can’t be helped. He left you earlier that morning to meet with some other high-ranking angels, and he promised to return shortly.

He saw your message during the meeting but had to ignore it until now. He puts his phone to his ear so he can listen to the recording on his way to find you. He bites his lip to stop himself from groaning at the sounds you’re making in his ear. He rushes to his room while he tries to ignore his half-hard cock that starts tenting his robes.

He enters his room but he’s surprised (and disappointed) that you’re not there anymore. The bed is still unmade and the stain he touches with his finger is damp. He lowers his nose to the mattress and inhales your sweet, musky scent into his lungs. He doesn’t know where you are, but he knows how to find out. He taps your name on the screen and waits while the dial tone rings.

“Hello, Michael. I’m surprised to hear from you so soon. I thought you might still be busy.”

“Oh, I’m going to be very busy soon. Tell me, little lamb, where are you hiding?”

“It’s not much of a surprise if I tell you, is it?”

He listens to your airy laugh, and he strains to hear the noises around you. He can’t pick up anything at first, but then there’s a hushing noise across your end of the call, almost like a heavy breath, or the wind—

He grins when he glances out the window and sees the trees outside sway gently in the breeze.

“I’ll see you soon, little lamb.”

“I hope so.”

Michael finds you lying underneath the willow tree in his private garden. Your teasing smile widens when he shrugs off his robes and lets them fall onto the grass. The sight of his broad, naked body is enough to leave you breathless.

He kneels between your legs and braces himself above you. He holds himself steady on one arm while the other dips into your pants and he groans when he feels how messy you are. Two fingers slip inside you easily when he presses them against your entrance.

“You brought the Archangel to his knees in less than two minutes,” he mutters under his breath. His eyes glance down between your bodies as your hips rock against his hand.

“I want you so badly,” you whine quietly, and his throat feels thick with emotion when he swallows.

“Let me take care of you, little lamb,” he whispers before he kisses you. He peels your clothes off until you’re bare and trembling underneath him. Your thighs rest against his hips, and he distracts you with another deep kiss as he replaces his fingers with his cock.

He fucks you until your voice grows hoarse. He moans his pleasure into the crook of your neck when he comes shortly after, and he doesn’t think anything can feel more perfect than this: the sun shining on his back, a gentle breeze cooling the glistening sweat on his skin, and your body clenching around his cock while you moan his name like a prayer.

KARASU // new experiences

Karasu is too busy to notice the notification of your incoming message on his D.D.D., but his computer terminal alerts him so that he never misses something you send him. He can play the recording through his computer, but he raises his eyebrows at your warning to listen to the audio file in private. He slips on his headset and continues debugging some new code after he hits Play.

His fingers hover frozen over the keys when he hears the first soft sigh in his ears. By the time he’s listened to the entire thing—barely two minutes later—he’s breathing heavily and his fingers are digging into his thighs. His cock is hard against his zipper and he’s leaking in his underwear.

He plays the recording again and turns up the volume so he can hear you over the sound of his heavy, ragged breathing. Your moans and cries fill his body with hot, raw desire; the wet, rhythmic sounds of the toy you're fucking yourself with make him feel desperate.

He knows he can satisfy you better than that toy can. He can fuck you as hard as you want, as much as you want. Is that really what you want from him? He’s all you need. He tosses the headset aside and pushes away from his desk so he can prove it to you. 

He shrugs on his coat to hide his erection and strides out of his office towards the elevator. He sends his assistant a message that he’s going to be off-site for a private matter and he shouldn’t be disturbed. As soon as he’s outside the building he works in, he unfurls his wings and takes off in a running jump.

You put on a bathrobe and start tidying up the bedroom after your morning activities. You haven’t heard from Karasu yet, but you hope he liked your little surprise. It’s the first time you’ve sent him something like that, but hopefully it gives him something to look forward to when he gets home.

You’re pulling the sheets off the bed to wash them when you hear a thud on the roof. You glance at the ceiling and shrug when silence follows. It's less than a minute later when you jump as the front door opens and slams closed. You hear loud, heavy footfalls of someone striding down the hall.

You recognize Karasu when he suddenly appears in the doorway, but the demon standing in front of you is different from the one you said goodbye to earlier that morning.

The air thrums with the power of his aura, and you realize you’ve never seen his true form before, not entirely. His wingspan is too wide for the doorway and he looks large in the cramped space. His suit is gone, and he’s wearing a sleeveless black muscle shirt and leather pants. He’s breathing so heavily that you think he might be hurt, but his eyes are blazing with something more intense than pain. You glance down and notice the outline of his cock straining against his pants.

It suddenly dawns on you why he’s here looking this way, and you feel bashful and flattered and a little confused that he left work in the middle of the day to see you. He doesn’t say anything, but there’s a quiet rattling noise emanating from his chest.

“I take it you got my message?” you ask awkwardly. He’s still staring at you with those glowing red eyes, and the rattling noise in his chest is louder now. “Did you…did you like it?”

He crosses the room faster than you can blink and he reaches for you. When he pulls you into his arms, he crushes his lips against yours with a deep groan. You wrap your arms around his neck and press even closer to him.

His hands fumble with your robe until he loosens the belt and slides it off you. His hands roam eagerly across your bare skin, and he walks you back towards the bed. He kisses you with a desperation you’ve never seen before, and you break the kiss with a huff of amusement. “The sheets are in the laundry,” you tell him with a glance towards the bare mattress.

“Don’t need ‘em,” he mutters in a rough voice, and suddenly his hands are on your hips and spinning you around. He pushes you forward and you balance your hands against the mattress.

His fingers are cool against your skin, and you shudder when he pushes your back into a deeper arch. He teases your entrance and moans when he feels how wet you still are and how easily his fingers slip inside you. He pumps his fingers a few times before he removes them just as quickly, and you gasp as the sudden emptiness. There’s a clink of metal sliding against metal behind you, and you groan when his cock slides between your ass cheeks and brushes against your hole.

“Tell me what you want,” he snarls against your ear when he leans over you and presses his chest against your back.

“You, I want you—“ your voice breaks into a cry when he sheathes himself to the hilt in one deep stroke.

His pace is fast and punishing, and the harsh sounds of his skin slapping against yours fill the room. He’s panting loudly against your shoulder and his grunts are punctuated by curses and the odd, animalistic noises he makes when words seem to fail him.

Karasu usually prefers to be face-to-face when he’s inside you, and he’s usually soft and almost hesitant when he explores your body. He never fucks you like this, but you’ve never felt so utterly consumed by someone before and you love it. 

You can see glimpses of his fluttering wings from the corner of your eyes. One of his hands is curled around your hip, and the other is laced on top of yours on the mattress. Your breath hitches when you realize sharp talons have replaced his long, nimble fingers. He’s careful not to hurt you, but with every sharp snap of his hips, his talons dig long scratches into the plush mattress covering. You should be terrified that those same talons are wrapped around your hip to keep you still beneath him, but it only arouses you more.

Everything he’s doing to you sends you spiraling towards oblivion. You're so close to coming already; his cock grinds inside you so perfectly and his relentless pace makes you dizzy with pleasure. His rhythm is starting to falter, and you realize he won’t last long either. “Wanna come with you,” you whimper, and you feel his head nodding against yours.

“Fucking hell,” he groans. His thrusts seem almost desperate, and you can tell he’s trying to delay his own pleasure until you find yours first. “Touch yourself,” he grits out between clenched teeth. “I can’t—please—!”

It only takes a few strokes between your legs before you fall apart with his name spilling from his lips in a loud, shuddering cry. He gasps when your body tightens around his cock and he comes too. The noise that rips from his throat is like nothing you’ve ever heard before. He moans as he pumps his cock inside you until he’s completely spent, and there’s so much—you can feel his cum trickle down your thigh.

His cock softens and slips out of you, and his demon form fades away. He guides you down onto the mattress with him so you can both catch your breath. He holds you against his chest and peppers the top of your head with kisses. “Dear one?”

You glance at his face when you hear his hesitant tone. “Are you okay?”

He sniffs and your heart clenches when you notice how embarrassed he looks. “I should be asking you that. I was overcome, I don’t—I’ve never been like this before.” He looks away nervously. “With anyone.”

You cup his cheek softly and turn his face so he looks at you again. “It was unexpected, but I liked it.” 

He wraps his arms around you and sighs. “I’m sorry if I startled you, but I’m glad you found it enjoyable.” He clears his throat. “And I would be agreeable to doing this again in the future, if you want.”

You laugh. “What, me sending you dirty messages at work, or you coming home from work so you can fuck me like this?”

Karasu’s nervous smile curls into a teasing smirk. “Both.”

Read more: Obey Me! Masterlist

[kpop-otome-yandere-here]

Asmo, pointing at Mephisto: You do see the red flags right?

Mc: Yeah but I love a good project.

Asmo:…

[beelanddiavolosimp-blog]

This took me a bit but this is my MC with her pact marks each one labled!

I created Diavolo's, Barbs and Meso's marks.

Yes I understand those three are very unlikely to make a pact with an MC but I thought it'd be cool to have their own designs just like the brothers do!

The colors are what show/glow whenever the sin(for the brothers) or power(for others) are used. They glow their own specific color so it doesn't get confusing! I can make a better close up to the other 3's marks if anyone wants.☺️

[shall-we-die]

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{HBD Dear MC!~}

A list of gifts they gonna give you 🎁

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☰[Main list]•⊰ X Obey me!

#Part 1 📍 || #Part 2 || #Part 3 || #Part 4

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[Lucifer]:

A piece of music he composed, a bouquet of rare black roses, a vintage vinyl record of his favorite music genre, a handwritten letter and a necklace with a pendant.

[Mammon]:

A brand new car, an expensive watch, a gold necklace and the most expensive set of jewelry he could find. (With the help of Lucifer’s money of course)

[Leviathan]:

A signed rare copy of his favorite anime and manga series, rare figurines of his favorite characters, and a handmade bracelet made out of real gemstones.

[Satan]:

A box of homemade pastries that would always refill and never run out, a leather-bound notebook filled with his best poetry and a ring with a ruby attached to it.

[Asmodeus]:

A luxury spa package, his favorite book series and a perfume set that contained all his favorite scents.

[Beelzebub]:

A home cooked dinner, a bottle of champagne and a jar of his special honey.

[Belphegor]:

A big cuddly teddy bear, a warm blanket and pillows and, a big pillow-shaped chocolate cake.

[Diavolo]:

An exclusive tour of the Demon King’s castle, a luxurious robe and a box of sweets.

[Barbatos]:

A personal day out with him at his favorite places, a bottle of expensive tea and a vintage-style fountain pen.

[Simeon]:

A bouquet of rare pink roses and peonies, a box of chocolates as well as his homemade cookies, and a framed letter.

[Solomon]:

A handwritten book filled with magical spells and runes, a new spellbook which he designed himself, and a bottle of the rarest and most unique wine there is.

[Luke]:

A box set of his favorite stories, a new plushie and a box of his delicious pancakes.

[Raphael]:

A handmade sweater, a basket with all his favorite herbal teas and spices, and a box of his most precious herbs and plants.

[Mephistopheles]:

A box filled with all his favorite rare books, a handmade ceramic mug and a handcrafted blanket.

[Thirteen]:

A framed photo of the two of you together, a handmade plushie with all her favorite features and a big box of chocolates.

[magneta10]

Happy Belated Birthday Mephisto!

He's not dateable so chibi, but he's still with my MC, so that's something lol

[devildom-moss]

For the requests... Maybe a GN!Mc that just constantly flirts with Mephisto despite him being all grumpy towards them? Like a "I hate you" "Aww I love you too" type dynamic if that makes sense? Like a onesided enemies to lovers or like a frenemies to lovers type of thing. Thank you so much!

Okay, I hope I got enough flirting in this one and that you will enjoy your very late request. And thank you for the request and for an excuse to think about Mephisto.

Flirty gn!MC and Mephisto (one-sided enemies-to-lovers)

(Mephisto x gn!MC)

(slightly suggestive) (tsundere Mephisto) (maybe lacking good transitions?)

Word Count: +2,400

The thing is, Mephisto really didn’t like you at first, and there wasn’t anything you could have done to change his initial impression: a feeble little human who was getting attention from Diavolo and staying with the brothers. Even the fact that you were cohabitating with the likes of Lucifer had rubbed him the wrong way, but that was okay. You kept changing and growing. And you were persistent – despite how much of a cold asshole Mephisto tried to be, especially when you first started talking to him.

Leviathan had once told you: “LOLOL your toxic trait is that you think you can befriend any demon just because you’re cute and nice – I-I mean! I don’t think you’re cute, per se. Just that – GAH! Forget I said anything!”

He was right, in a way. When you saw that lanky, purple-haired loser in a god-awful tie, your first thought was, “yeah, I want that one.”

The fact that he didn’t seem to like you wasn’t the deterrent he was hoping it would be, either. However, when Mephisto saw the slight narrowing of Lucifer’s eyes as you greeted him in the hallway with that smile, he knew that the attention you were giving him was getting under Lucifer’s skin. That was all the reason he needed to let you keep doing whatever nonsense you were doing: when you waved at him even though his only response was ever a glare, when you brought him sweets that you and Luke made, when you told him he looked handsome randomly or praised him for his most recent newspaper piece. Initially, his response to your compliments was a rather blunt and defensive, “what do you want?” He was a demon, and he mostly only conversed with other demons; it was only natural that he assumed you would want something in return for your praise. But after the seventh time, you still hadn’t asked him for anything.

Somehow, the first time you asked a favor from him didn’t actually hurt your cause. You had just received a text from Luke, warning you that Solomon had baked that morning and he was looking for you. Your eyes widened, and when you looked up to see Mephisto just a few feet ahead of you in the hallway, your affection and whatever you had left of your self-preservation launched you towards him.

“Mephisto, my favorite demon, hide me, please,” you begged as you tried and failed to hide behind his back.

“H-hey.” Mephisto was shocked by your actions – and your proximity to his body. “Who’d you annoy this time – other than me?”

“Solomon baked. He’s looking for me.”

Mephisto may be a demon, but he wasn’t a monster. He had heard the stories of Solomon’s creations, so he grabbed you roughly by the arm and dragged you into the newspaper room. The not-so-distant sound of Solomon calling your name filled both you and Mephisto with dread. Mephisto brought you to his usual desk and shoved you underneath it – safely out of sight just moments before Solomon entered the room.

“Mephistopheles, is MC in here?”

“Of course not,” Mephisto sat down in his seat – surprisingly careful not to step on your hands. Now you were hidden from all sides. “I’m in too good of a mood for that to be the case.”

“Can’t relate,” Solomon narrowed his eyes. He was going to offer Mephisto a cookie, but if he was going to be that way about Solomon’s favorite apprentice, he could forget it. “I thought I heard their voice a minute ago. Maybe not, then. I should just text them and ask where they are. I hope they didn’t leave RAD already.”

You quickly turned your D.D.D. to silent.

“This is all very interesting, but I would appreciate it if you did leave. I have plenty of work to do.”

“Alright, consider me out of your hair,” Solomon turned to leave.

You held your breath until you heard the door close. Your D.D.D. lit up just as Mephisto slid back in his chair and gave you the “all clear.”

“Thank you so much,” you smiled up at him as you crawled out from under the desk. Mephisto looked away. That was a sight he was not prepared for.  You joked, “I owe you my life.”

“No thanks, I’ve seen enough of it; I don’t want it.”

“Want head instead?” you teased, “I’m already down here.”

Mephisto wondered if you had read the brief thought that had entered his mind when he looked down at you earlier. He started to blush, wide-eyed and dumbfounded. Maybe that was too far?

“I’m sorry,” you apologized. “I was just teasing you, but I think that was too vulgar. I shouldn’t –”

“You shouldn’t tempt demons like that – even as a joke, you fool. But,” Mephisto sighed, stood up and offered you his hand, “don’t worry about it or anything.”

The eighth time you complimented Mephisto, there was a noticeable change in his response: “It doesn’t mean much coming from you, but thanks or something.”

Every little allowance Mephisto had granted you inevitably resulted in you growing closer until you were joking with him in the hallway after class. If someone didn’t know better, they would suspect that you two were friends – despite the fact that Mephisto typically refused to smile around you.

“So, Satan had set up a trip wire at the top of the stairs, and we didn’t think it would work. It probably wouldn’t have if he wasn’t so preoccupied with chasing Mammon around the house – he opened up another credit account under Lucifer’s name. Anyway, both of them got caught and fell down the stairs. Neither got too hurt, but when Lucifer got up, he was pissed. He rounded us all up and asked in that scary tone of his, ‘what the fuck was that?’ I, barely thinking, told him it was a performance art piece titled ‘Oh How the Mighty Have Fallen 2: Down the Stairs and Into Debt.’”

“You didn’t,” Mephisto smiled and laughed – perhaps too much for his own comfort.

Diavolo, who happened to be nearby, remarked, “goodness, Mephisto, you seem to be getting along so well with MC recently. I’m glad.”

“Them? My Lord, you’re uncharacteristically mistaken. I don’t even like this human,” Mephisto denied Diavolo’s claim.

“That’s okay. I have enough love for the both of us,” you smiled. Diavolo nodded and left, hoping he could erase those words from his mind.

“You’re annoyingly persistent and delusional,” Mephisto rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

“And you still keep me around. I’m so lucky.”

Mephisto let out the most exasperated huff you had ever heard. Although, in truth, he was probably more upset at Diavolo for pointing out that he was actually enjoying your company. But it was only because you were telling him a story at Lucifer’s expense. Understandably, he was even more annoyed when Lucifer started heading your way. Lucifer came up and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you away from Mephisto slightly.

“Shall I walk you home today, MC?” Lucifer offered.

“Oh, but I wanted to annoy Mephisto on his way to town,” you told him. “You were going to see if that shop had gotten the special edition case of Demonus you asked for in stock, right?”

“How did you know that?” Mephisto questioned you.

“You told me earlier this week. Don’t you remember? You whined about how your shipment got delayed and the store told you to come back in a few days.”

Mephisto tried to recall, and it came to him slowly. It was irritating how many moments with you he had to scan through just from this week. He kept his arms crossed tight and sternly told you to go home with Lucifer. You agreed, hoping not to irritate your grumpy friend any further that day. Bitterly, once you left, Mephisto recalled the story you had told about Lucifer, and a smile graced his lips again. He wished he hadn’t let you go.

Technically, you did want to annoy Mephisto and spend time with him, but you also wanted to check out the shop he mentioned. It would be a nice place to investigate, especially if you ever needed to gift a bottle of Demonus to someone. You decided to go there yourself the following day, only to hear a familiar voice when you entered the shop.

You found the source and called out to him. Mephisto was pleasantly surprised to see you, but he hid it well.

“What are you doing here?” you asked.

“They didn’t have my Demonus when I stopped by yesterday,” Mephisto admitted. “They told me to come back the next morning and they’d have it, so now I’m here.”

“Oh? Well, I’m glad I ran into you.” He wished you hadn’t said that.

“Why are you here?”

“I wanted to check out the shop. I figured you have good taste in Demonus, so if I ever wanted to get some as a present for somebody, buying from a shop you frequent would guarantee good quality.”

“You know, they sell cheap shit here, too. It’s better to learn about the brands than to just go to the store blindly.”

A pretty witch with such muscular arms that you couldn’t help but notice appeared from another aisle, carrying Mephisto’s Demonus, and cleared her throat knowingly.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean it like that, Esme. You know I wouldn’t trust anyone other than you to procure the good stuff. Listen, MC, if you really want to know what’s good, come in and ask her. She moved to the Devildom just to open the shop – she couldn’t last if she didn’t know what she was doing.” Mephisto scrambled to not offend his favorite Demonus supplier.

“Don’t sweat in front of your cute little friend, Fifi~” she teased. You tried not to laugh at that nickname. “I know we sell Devil Tail Demonus – but some people like the bad stuff. Anyway, you’re pretty handy at recommending good Demonus, too. Just ask him if you want to know what to get, cutie.”

“First of all, this isn’t my friend. And second, I don’t have all the time in the world to explain the ins and outs of good Demonus.”

“Not friends? Lovers, then?” She set the case on the counter. “That’s a shame. I was hoping this little one might be into witches.”

“Definitely not!” Mephisto protested.

“Not into witches or not dating you?”

“Neither!” He handed Esme his black card.

“Hey, don’t speak for me!” You interrupted. That really got under his skin.

“You must be really flustered if you’re forgetting that you already paid when you put in the order. I mean, if you want to pay me twice, I’m cool with that.”

“Sorry.” He put the card back in his wallet quickly before grabbing his Demonus. “Thanks.”

The witch shook her head. “You certain there’s nothing going on here?”

“Oh, I’m basically in love with him,” you poked him gently, mindful of the case in his arms.

“Carrying a big case of alcohol here,” he sighed, “could you not?”

“That’s too bad,” Esme joked.

“I hate you both.”

“I love you, too,” you grinned.

“And I love that you’re a consistent patron – and a very entertaining one at that, with very cute non-friends.”

“Let’s go, MC,” Mephisto shifted the weight of his alcohol into one arm so he could grab you and pull you towards the exit.

“But I was going to look around.”

“Nope. Maybe another day. You’re helping me carry this back to my house. Not everyone has arms that could pop a demon’s head like a grape.” In truth, he could have called for a ride or any number of alternate solutions, but he was desperate to get you out of there. Witch? More like a succubus with all of that flirting.

Mephisto carried the bulk of it, only giving you one of the six bottles to carry. When you arrived at his home, he invited you in. With a short, “follow me,” he walked you down into his Demonus cellar.

“You’re not going to murder me and stuff me in a Demonus barrel, are you?” you asked.

“Good plan, but no. I’m just storing these in the proper place.”

He had them organized by origin Realm, millennia, and then century, with different shelves for woody, floral, fruity, and blended flavors. He even had a notebook near the entry to the cellar with an inventory that included notes for all the Demonus he had tried thus far. It was . . . very normal.

“Do you want to stay and try this new one? You did help me carry it home – consider it a thanks of sorts. It has to chill, but I suppose I could talk to you while we wait.”

“Oh, someone is softening up to me,” you teased. You weren’t entirely sure that he didn’t still hate you and that his upbringing just encouraged him to be polite. However, there was also no way that carrying that one bottle was even necessary. You smiled at him. “Sure, I’d love to try it with you.”

Mephisto took the bottle from your hand and brought you and his Demonus upstairs. He placed the bottle in a large, enclosed terrarium and tapped the glass. It started to snow inside the terrarium.

“That’s the coolest thing I’ve ever seen.” In your awe, the pun flew over your head. He could have chilled it with magic – hell, even you could have chilled it with magic, but neither of you did.

Mephisto motioned for you to take a seat on the nearby couch before he sat down in the chair opposite to you. “So, you’re looking to buy Demonus for someone? Lucifer or Diavolo, I assume?”

“No. Not really, but I thought if I ever had to, it’d be good to know where to go.”

“Good.”

“Huh? Why is that good?”

“Fuck, are you really going to make me say it?”

“I think you’re going to have to, yeah.” He was being too vague.

“You better not be joking around when you tell people you love me, got it? Because I,” Mephisto squirmed in his chair, “I don’t like the idea of you buying gifts for some other demon. I don’t like witches flirting with you. And I completely abhor Lucifer putting his arm around you like some big-shot and walking you home.”

“You told me to go home with him!”

“I didn’t know it was going to piss me off, okay?” Mephisto crossed his arms over his chest like an indignant child.

“Shit, I really wore you down,” you teased. “You like me.”

“I like you when you shut up.”

“Make me.”

Oh, he had spent all night thinking about how he could shut you up (and how he could make you scream). You really hadn’t learned not to tempt demons, yet.

[obeymuya]

“……”

“……”

Eli, who is adamant about playing the Pocky game, and Mephisto, who is trying his best to avoid eye contact🤣

Doodled this for Pocky Day!✨

[inactiveobeymeblog]

I'm curious on who your least favorite character is?

I don’t really have a least favourite character. I love everyone equally. Even Simeon and the side characters. Even the new characters! I honestly can’t see any possible rational reason as to why any of the characters are least likable.

But for my MC? That’s a different story.

(More MC lore under the cut)

The “least” favoured character that Hai Sang doesn’t like most is Mephisto. But not because he was rude to Lucifer and the brothers, no. They’ve already met up to terms with that. It’s because he and Hai Sang are rivals competing for who can woo Diavolo first. And whoever wins gets bragging rights for eternity. But other than that? BESTIES FOR LIFE!! Hai Sang actually hangs out with Mephisto and his group every so often so things aren’t distant between them.

But whenever Diavolo is involved? You can bet there’s glares and sparks flying across the room at one another.

Lucifer doesn’t know about this and is oblivious to Mephisto and Hai Sang’s rivalry, so he just sees it as annoyance and hatred.

But overall, Hai Sang thinks of Mephisto as a good friend and a better worthy rival. Mephisto thinks the same thing :) These two love each other too much to hate each other and I think that’s how it should be. Besties forever 🤗

[swoleas]

im thinking abt ysali and the emperor both being "monsters", ysali a devil and the emperor a mindflayer, but neither treating the other as such. finding comfort in each other because they don't have to hide their true nature and can simply be

ysali is a soft place it can lay down its head after a long day of scheming and ambition, gives it a safe place to be a mindflayer with all that this entails

and the emperor in turn is someone she can drop her act around, who supports her academic endeavors, and yknow sometimes provides her with potential warlocks to manipulate.

also ik mindflayers are not immortal so my cute nepo baby will use the powers her daddy gave her to make sure the emperor stays by her side for as long as it wishes to remain so

[sketch-guardian]

Mc being exhausted and mumbling about something during class Lucifer coming into the class to scold them about their grades and Mc just slowly looking at him dead in the eye before saying so bluntly and clearly “if you keep scolding me I’m gonna draw you pregnant I swear to god I will”

Rad + exchange student reactions please and thank you! :)

Well, that's a peculiar ask, but also quite funny😂so I'll do my best to write some good enough headcanons🙈hope you enjoy✨:

"RAD CLASSMATES+NEW EXCHANGE STUDENTS WITH AN EXHAUSTED MC SNAPPING AT LUCIFER AND THREATENING HIM TO DRAW HIM PREGNANT"

DEMYA

Demya is usually quite bored in class, finding theoretical subjects boring, especially how they are explained by some professors, she prefers physical education, because she can release pented up energy, therefore she would understand MC's exhaustion, having them not only a lot of responsibilities, but also seven demons to basically babysit. At Lucifer's scolding towards MC, Demya would huff under her breath, mumbling to herself, she already didn't feel much sympathy for the demon due to his harshness and seriousness, furthermore criticizing her exhausted mate wouldn't work in his favor. Demya would widen her eyes at MC's threat, not expecting them to talk back to Lucifer, considering that many would never dare, so not only she would be proud of her mate, but Demya would also burst out laughing. Demya wouldn't understand exactly what's so bad about being drawn pregnant, since she would like to have an offspring one day, but Lucifer's stunned face would be enough to make her sneer and then whistle pretending nothing happened in case he noticed her. After what happened, outside RAD, Demya would take MC by the arm, congratulating them on their boldness and to make them relax, she would take MC to a restaurant for a bite to eat

DOMNRA/MOBIM

Domnra has the reputation of being quite a delinquent, in the sense that he would occasionally skip class or get into trouble with some other demon student, however he excels quite a bit in different subjects, which would surprise and irritate many professors, not understanding how Domnra does it. Mobim would not approve much of such behavior and would often take notes itself like a good student to try to help Domnra. Domnra, finding Lucifer a bit of a braggart, would make a face seeing him scold MC, it's pretty clear that they're exhausted, so how dare Lucifer judge. MC's reaction would initially shock Domnra, not having foreseen anything of the sort, and disconcerted, even though the little curse doesn't exactly have ears and though MC hadn't said anything dirty, he would place his hands on the sides of Mobim's head, to prevent the little curse from hearing any further. Domnra would hide a faint smirk at MC's threat to Lucifer, sharing a fleeting smug look with Satan, Belphegor, and Mephistopheles in class, serves Lucifer well. After class ends, Domnra would pat MC on the back and offer them to stay in his room for a few hours to rest, letting Lucifer calm down in the meantime

AZUL

Azul is a fairly average student, despite often having his head in the clouds, he excels in subjects that interest him and is rather poor in those that he finds unchallenging. Usually when Azul notices MC exhausted in class, he would send them flying notes with magic, with sappy love messages or dumb puns written on them, however in this case Lucifer would have preceded him, by scolding MC. Azul is a painter and as such he knows the power of artists to create anything, such as drawing someone pregnant, so since he would understand the reference, Azul would burst out giggling and having no sense of self-preservation, he wouldn't care if Lucifer noticed, indeed he would add fuel to the fire, saying that with magic it a pregnancy like that could actually happen. After focusing Lucifer's wrath on himself, moving it away from MC, they would exit together from class, Azul joking that he would actually sketch something like what MC suggested sooner or later. For the hilarity of the situation, Azul's colors would change from light blue to yellow

ZURI

Zuri is a model and diligent student, who always finishes her homework on time and who sometimes had to give some tutoring to the other RAD classmates, which really tested her patience. Zuri is friendly towards Lucifer, in the sense that they have a nice friendship, however that wouldn't mean that she would agree with him on everything, in fact Zuri would consider Lucifer's intervention in class inappropriate, he could have scolded MC once outside the building and in any case, as her beloved, she would have used more tact, considering their tiredness during lessons. Zuri wouldn't be too surprised by MC's outburst, having foreseen that sooner or later they would explode, however she would be slightly concerned by their threat, considering it rather unusual. At that point Zuri would intervene, placing herself between MC and Lucifer, explaining that it was clearly their exhaustion speaking and that perhaps, if he and his brothers knew how to function without bothering MC, then they would perform better in class (ouch-). Still, Zuri would, with a little effort, make MC and Lucifer apologize to each other, taking charge of the situation from then on. Once the class is over, Zuri would offer private lessons for MC to catch up on the information missed in class

ODON

Odon is so ancient that honestly going to RAD is pretty pointless for them, they have a great affinity with magic and even if they discovered something new, Odon would learn it in an instant without making any effort, they only go to class to meet their friends and every now trying to make new ones, despite the difficulties given their reputation, it's a method to socialize. The eye-like creatures would immediately notice MC's predicament, reporting it to Odon, who would curiously watch the scene between Lucifer and MC. Odon is on good terms with Lucifer, they would like to get to know him, but the feeling is not very mutual, being that the demon doesn't trust them, understandable, but it still hurts Odon, if Lucifer were more relaxed, they imagine he would be more inclined to accept them. MC's threat would confuse Odon, not understanding what is so horrible about such drawing, so always with a smile, Odon would comment that even if somewhat unlikely as a phenomenon, they would be sure that pregnant Lucifer would glow, then not understanding his glare towards them. After class, Odon would ask MC if they wanted a ride on their back, given their exhaustion

REMIEL

Remiel is a very curious angel of death, dedicated to learning as much as possible about the world she doesn't know, genuinely interested and eager to be less naive regarding certain topics, in any case she learns quite quickly and has an amazing memory, so Remiel would a good student, without problems, if we don't count some initial comprehension difficulties. Remiel is still getting used to being in the presence of so many living beings, it's likely that she wouldn't be very familiar with Lucifer or the other demon brothers, so she wouldn't have a clear opinion of him. Remiel would tilt her head to the side in confusion at MC's threat towards Lucifer, not understanding the implication or why a drawing of such an imaginative event would upset him, there is a chance that being an innocent but blunt angel, she would ask for explanations from those directly involved, causing an awkward silence, at least for the others, to fall in the classroom. Once the lesson is over, having first sensed MC's tiredness, Remiel would suggest taking a restoring rest, perhaps while caressing their head they could also explain the matter of the drawing to her

NATHANIEL

Nathaniel seems to mind his own business in class, yet he would pay close attention to the space around him, even though he is already aware of many topics covered in class. As an angel of fairly high rank and who, unlike Remiel, was not busy reaping souls and leading them to the afterlife, Nathaniel would know Lucifer and would have remained on cordial terms, however he wouldn't approve of his method of approaching the problem with MC, clearly exhausted. Nathaniel would widen his eyes slightly at MC's outburst, however he would be lying if he said he was surprised, it was inevitable and furthermore he would catch the reference as soon as he heard the intention of drawing Lucifer pregnant, so discreetly, with an indecipherable expression, Nathaniel would show a pair of finger guns to MC, as if to say well done for not having immediately resorted to violence and for the touch of class of having added Father (god) to the threat. After lessons, Nathaniel would suggest doing something to help MC relax, given their exhaustion (Nathaniel can result grouchy when he skips his meditations for example)

URIEL

Uriel works hard in class, however she is a warrior, not a scholar, so studying theory wouldn't be her best, however she would be quite good at history, perhaps because she often ruminates on the past. In any case, the relationship between Uriel and Lucifer would be quite tense, due to the fact that she once looked up to him and now he is a demon, therefore she wouldn't tolerate criticisms made to MC, especially when Lucifer's brothers are the ones to mostly blame for messes. Uriel wouldn't understand what kind of threat would be drawing Lucifer pregnant, however, noticing his stunned face, she would think it implied something filthy and would intervene to stop such heresy immediately, adding not to mention god in vain. Uriel would report that she would take care of MC's situation personally and that Lucifer could be dismissed. After class, Uriel would advise MC to take some time off, because even warriors need to recharge and tomorrow would be another day to recover, also if anyone tried to disturb their rest, then Uriel would be the one to threaten to smite someone

[another-lost-mc]

Happy birthday Mephisto (with bonus Bathin <3)

[kpop-otome-yandere-here]

Mephisto: *after meeting Mc for the first time* I have one rule: don’t touch me.

Mc: *immediately grabs Mephisto’s hand and holds it*

Mephisto: …

Mephisto: I have no rules-

[briardoll]

Hey if I wrote fics with my own MC would you still read them? I wanna write stuff like that but I just don’t really know if people like to read that stuff when it’s not character X reader.

I would still write character X reader I’m just also intrested in writing about me and the other characters too, I have a great idea for a Mephisto fic between me and him !!

Also if you have suggestions don’t hesitate to ask me to write them! It would be really fun to get an ask!!

[crystalizedbloodd]

Parania & Mephistopheles!!

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