#obey me mephisto x oc

[haruistopheles]

"First meeting" a haruka[oc] x Mephistopheles fanfic-obey me! Pt.1

contains: classmates to lovers, fluff, love triangle , jealousy , slight cursing :3 note* this is the first fan fic i've EVER done so i hope you like it :3

Haruka was just walking to her first class for the day. Mammon and Leviathan were walking beside her like protective brothers; if a demon were to approach her , they would give them a sinister glare stating:

"fuck off , shes not interested!" or "step one more closer or ill kill ya!"

Haruka knew they were just trying to keep her safe , but they didn't have to pose threats like that..... In the distance they could see Asmodeus and Satan walking towards the classroom.

"morning guys!" Haruka waved at them.

"Morning , hun! how is my cutie pie today~??" Asmodeus struck her with a seductive smile. He tried so hard to flirt or call Haruka names, but Haruka wasn't falling for it, but in general ,Asmodeus and Haruka got along surprisingly well.

"ah , good morning Haruka" he shot Haruka with a dashing smile. Haruka and Satan were particularly close, every afternoon after school, they would go to Satan's room and catch up on how school was or just talk in general. There was so much trust in the friendship they sometimes opened up to each other about their past and tell secrets.Most of the time tho , they would open up devil tube and watch cute cat videos.

"ehem" mammon signalling that class was almost starting so they all hurried together to class. . .

Time skip-after school

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Solomon was waiting at the RAD gates for haruka so they could walk back to purgatory hall together . Haruka said goodbye to the brothers and approached Solomon. As haruka said goodbye to them, Solomon couldn't help but notice the deep connection between her and the brothers, he found it ..... astonishing... i mean we're talking about the seven Deadly sins here and yet, she managed to not only befriend them but to make pacts with them all ?! Now that's impressive! Solomon gave her a kind smile.

"hey , how was school today, mammon didn't cause you any trouble, right?" he laughed at the thought of it , it was very clear mammon was clingy to her, no , i think everyone knew that.

"it was good thanks, and no , not too much trouble , apart from the glares he gives at the other students..."haruka sighed at the thought.

"ha, yea I've seen these glares he gives off, i'd be frighted if he gave me that look" Solomon said, hoping mammon wouldn't give him the glare

" you better stay on his good side then" haruka laughed. Solomon liked the sound of Haruka's laughter , it brought him joy knowing she was happy. When they got back to purgatory hall , haruka set up dinner( no way in hell was she going to let him cook-), the amount of times Solomon insisted to cook a meal was crazy, but haruka made a loop hole ( Haruka got so good at cooking, Solomon always wanted Haruka's meals and has never asked to cook dinner again-Simeon and Luke were impressed-).Haruka cooked a stir fry as that was their favourite meals. ~

After the lovely meal, Solomon thanked Haruka and helped with washing up and cleaning the kitchen. As haruka was washing up , she accidentally dropped a fork on the floor, Solomon also noticed this too and both went to pick it up. Both hands went to grab the fallen fork, resulting there fingertips touching, they looked up and saw their faces were close, they both blushed a bit and haruka picked the fork up. They felt a bit embarrassed , but it wasn't too much of a deal and carried on cleaning, Solomon 's face was as red as a tomato.If it wasn't clear from the beginning, Solomon really , REALLY likes Haruka, but he doesn't know if she feels the same way, so he tries to avoid embarrassing moments like now....(>///<)

the next day.... -----------------------------------------------------------

Haruka got up a decent time and got ready for school, She found Solomon at the breakfast table , eating buttered toast and a cup of coffee.

"morning Haruka" Solomon gave her a gentle smile

"morning Solomon" haruka smiled back whilst making her breakfast and pouring herself some coffee. She sat at the other end of the table, and both enjoyed their breakfast.

The made it to RAD and waved goodbye to each other and went to their first class. This was the only class that haruka nor the brothers and the others shared a class with, but she knew a few students in that class so she was okay. She sat down at her desk and waited for class to start. She then heard the sound of boots clicking on the hard-wood floor, she noticed a few students were whispering amongst each other. Haruka turned around to see one of the RAD newspaper members-MEPHISTOPHELES. His desk was close to her desk , but it was a good angle to see his pretty features.

She had heard a couple of things from the others about him-most of them weren't nice-Haruka couldn't help but turn a bit red when seeing him- his dark, silky ,magenta hair , his stern , attractive face , EVERYTHING-

She looked away from him and waited for the teacher to start the lesson.

"today, i'm going to pair you up with someone for this weeks project!" the teacher exclaimed

"pairing up?" Haruka thought... she wondered who she was going to end with. The teacher paired some students together.

"hmm Mephistopheles...you can pair up with... Haruka." the teacher glanced at Haruka's direction.

"M-ME?!--" haruka thought, she was to surprised to speak-

Mephisto stood up and walked to Haruka's desk , you could tell that he wasn't a bit annoyed that it wasn't a demon and that it was the human exchange student-but he got on with it anyway.

"it looks like i'm your partner for this week....Haruka is it..? he slightly smiled at her and sat down next to her

"um yes.."haruka was very shy when it came to talking to new people , especially when they were this hot-

"i don't bite ,you know? i mean, i wouldn't be surprised if those brothers you hang out with so much ,brainwashed you that apart from them everyone else is going to get you or something "

haruka felt annoyed by his comment-especially bad mouthing the brothers like that-'maybe he is a bitch after all' haruka thought

"i know that--- and no, they haven't "brainwashed" me thank you very much!" she shot an annoying glare at him-

he scoffed

" .. no need to get defensive- anyway , back to what we're supposed to be discussing about"

Right , the project. it was about to make a presentation about one of your favourite places in the Devildom, so the pair had decide on a place fairly. They wrote a few locations.

The bell rang.

"meet me in the RAD newspaper room at 3:00 sharp" Mephisto said as he got up and left the classroom before haruka had a chance to speak.

" why 3:00 sharp?-damn he's demanding....it pisses me off!" haruka explained to Satan , Asmodeus and belphegor before the last lesson ended.

"We told you he's an ass" Satan said

" i feel bad you have to be his partner for week, ...WAIT DOES THAT MEAN YOU HAVE TO STAY IN RAD FOR AN EXTRA HOUR?!?WITH HIM-!!" Asmodeus whinnied

"well....yeah unfortunately" Haruka sighed

"i only like him because he doesn't like Lucifer, THAT'S IT" Belphie confirmed

"well.... it's almost three so... i don't want to keep 'Mr . perfect' waiting" Haruka and the others laughed at the comment and waved good bye to her.

Haruka approached the doors of the RAD newspaper room. She took a breath and let herself in.......

{PT 2 COMING SOON} :3 hope youve enjoyed so far~

[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.”

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[kpop-otome-yandere-here]

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

Mc: Yeah but I love a good project.

Asmo:…

[magneta10]

Happy Belated Birthday Mephisto!

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

[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 🤗

[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!!

[radarchives]

he met and survived the child while simeon and mephisto are out here doing an ao3 trope speedrun 

[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

[innerstrugglesworld]

Hello!

I’m a writing blog seeking headcanon request for obey me. Here is a summary of my rules for requesting:

Rules

-❌NO NSFW, I only take sfw

-❌NO Character x character

- ❌DON'T send any of this : rape, pedophilia, incest

- ❌NO Character x OC

- character x gn!reader✔️

- character x sheep!MC✔️

- You can request new character ( Mephisto, Raphael,and Thirteen)

- I only write platonic Luke. No romantic requests for Luke.

- I usually write headcanon with no pronouce so.. maybe I will use "you/your" or "they/them". I can write Female readers but I'm not good at male readers

[another-lost-mc]

is it bad that as much as i like your ocs (theyre amazing, i love them!), i really miss seeing you write for the canon characters

You know, that’s valid. The proportion of Canon and OC content here lately has been way off. It’s sort of the elephant in the room I ignore every time I think about Obey Me and my inspiration automatically focuses on the world building or OC potential instead.

There’s a few reasons why I’ve been less interested in writing canon lately.

1. Disappointment with Nightbringer. I’ll be honest, I’m not sure why this game exists (except to overhaul the franchise’s monetization structure). The premise and lore payoff hasn’t been that great for me personally - it feels more like an AU rather than a canon addition/continuation of the OG game. It feels like we still end up with more loose ends and questions that we don’t have (and may never get) answers for. I’m still waiting for Raphael and Mephisto to be dateable, by the way. As a result, my focus when writing OM content has been using the OG story/characterization using the odd piece from NB that makes sense, and that leads into…

2. My favourite parts of Obey Me are under-developed in canon. I enjoy most of the canon cast, I really do. But I want more Celestial Realm lore, I want more Michael (and not NB HM Lesson 20 Michael), I want more angels in general. They’ve mentioned Uriel a couple times now, give me that angel please and thank you! (No longer relevant, I wrote a version of him myself.)

The world feels so empty at times but there’s so much potential. Parts of the Devildom are more fleshed out with NB adding to it, but what about the other realms? What’s going on with the Sorcerer’s Society and the reapers? I never know if the interesting hints of lore we get are truly relevant or if it’s just something the game decided was convenient for a plot point and never gets mentioned again. NB has been great for Solomon fans since it’s practically a Solomon x MC fanfic written with a forced roommates trope, and that might be the best thing about it from a lore perspective.

My OCs were originally meant to explore gaps in the world and give the canon characters room to grow beyond the one or two defining traits the game keeps repeating over and over. I like writing Mammon when I can have him interact with Karasu, I like imagining the types of angels other exchange students might meet in the Celestial Realm, I like giving a name and personality to the mysterious owner of The Fall where so many events and Devilgram stories take place. Admittedly, it was refreshing to see that other people enjoyed reading about them or imagining them paired with their own MCs/OCs too. I call them the OC Fan Club with genuine affection.

3. It’s not something I talk about often but before I began writing fanfiction, I was mostly focused on concepts or outlines for original stories. Writing supernatural and horror themes always been my interest as a writer so anything with demons/angels/other monstrous races automatically catches my eye.

It’s a little mean to say, but half-baked worlds like the Devildom are a lot of fun to use as a foundation for expanding my own ideas. The OC story I’ve been working on is one way for me to write longer and more complex pieces which is the type I like most. Granted, it includes nearly the entire game cast and it explores the Devildom and Celestial Realm in ways that tie together some of my favourite personal headcanons and characterization. It focuses on angel characters and the history/culture of the Celestial Realm which are two of my main interests for this game. It’s a huge project - the outline is nearly 20k words on its own, it’s practically a novel divided into four sections with 30+ chapters and an epilogue. I can’t even express how excited I am when I get to work on this.

That being said, I do like writing canon content and I’ve been missing it more lately. I got burnt out when it felt like I was losing interest in NB and was pushing myself to keep writing anyway which isn’t great.

Today someone left a nice comment on something I wrote a while back, an angst piece for the demon brothers. I haven’t read it in a while and after going back and re-reading it, I was like, “Huh, I don’t remember liking this as much as I do.” And then I remembered something in my drafts that’s been rotting away, half-edited and ignored, and realized that I wanted to finish it. So, I’ve been slowly tinkering with things while I work on my angels’ story. Some of my plans are ambitious and real life distractions (mostly health related, like my recent bout of COVID) haven’t helped.

If I learned anything about my writing since starting this blog, it’s that:

writing what you’re passionate about is more fulfilling than writing what seems trendy or popular

giving and receiving feedback and fostering friendships/supporting each other keeps the community thriving

self care self care self care

Anyway. My goal has always been to write about the things I love about the game world and the things I create that are inspired by it. It’s a delicate balancing act that I’m still working on.

[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-

[meltyvoidyheart]

HI!! I'm @curiouslyvoidy , and this is my selfship blog! There's info about me, the rules for my blog, and my f/os under the cut!

About Me :

Name - Curious Void/Solaris

Age - 19

Gender - Astrogender/Nonbinary

Pronouns - They/Them, Xe/Xem, Stell/Stellar, Star/Starry, Sol/Solar

Orientation - Panromantic Demi-Sexual

Rules :

1. 18+ followers only! I'll block you if you don't state your 18+ on your blog. My blog will have suggestive posts, all will be tagged #suggestive if you don't wish to see them :>

2. Any F/Os that have a 🌟 next to it, I don't feel comfortable sharing with others, but the rest I don't mind!

3. Harassment and spam will get you blocked!

4. DNI: Bigots (including aro/ace phobes, terfs, transmeds, antisemitic, etc.), proshippers/anti-antis, cringe culture, pro-para (the dangerous ones), yandere blogs

F/Os List :

Romantic :

🌟 Chatter Addison - #Speed Demon⚡️

🌟 Micro Addison - #Musical Heart 🩵

( ocs made by @wholeroastpotion )

🌟 Sun/Moon/Eclipse - #Celestial Gaurdian 🌓 (from FNAF)

Montgomery Gator - #Alligator Rockstar 🐊 (from FNAF)

🌟Emmet/Kudari - #Battle Subway Boss 🚅 (from Pokémon)

Ingo/Nobori - #Conductor Lost to Time 🚊(from Pokémon)

🌟Guzma - #Big Bad Bug Lover 🐛 (from Pokémon)

🌟N - #Prince of Unova 👑 (from Pokémon)

Rouge the Bat - #Heart Thief 🦇 (from Sonic the Hedgehog)

Vector the Crocodile - #Scaley Detective 🔍 (from Sonic the Hedgehog)

Papyrus - #The Bravest Skeleton 🦴 (from Undertale)

Spamton - #Glitchy Businessman 💌 (from Deltarune)

Gajeel Redfox - #Heart of Steel 🖤 (from Fairytail)

Yukio Okumura - #Son of Satan 🔥 (from Blue Exorcist)

Mephisto Pheles - #The King of Time 🕒 (from Blue Exorcist)

Satoru Gojo - #Speical Grade 👁 (from Jujitsu Kaisen)

Muriel - #The Hermit 🐻 (from Arcana)

Asra - #The Magician 🦊 (from Arcana)

Portia - #The Star 🐱 (from Arcana)

Belphegor - #Avatar of Sloth 😴 (from Obey Me!)

Satan - #Avatar of Wrath 😈 (from Obey Me!)

Asmodeus #Avatar of Lust 🩷 (from Obey Me!)

Barbatos - Servent of Sweets 🍰 (from Obey Me!)

Kuya - #Sleepy Corvid Angel 💤 (from Ayakishi : Romance Reborn)

Aoi - #Seer of Art 🎨 (from Ayakishi : Romance Reborn)

Shizuki - #The Icy Wind ❄ (from Ayakishi : Romance Reborn)

Toichiro - #Trickster Kitsune 💜 (from Ayakishi : Romance Reborn)

Kuro - #Cheerful Circus Spirit 🧡 (from Ayakishi : Romance Reborn)

Nachi - #Loyal Feline 😸 (from Ayakishi : Romance Reborn)

Platonic/Friendship:

Nightcrawler - #Demonic Sweetheart ❤️‍🩹 (from X-Men)

🌟Capsaicin Cookie - #The Spice Overlord 🔥 (from Cookie Run Kingdom)

Cilan - #Pokémon Connoisseur 🍃 (from Pokémon)

Clemont - #Expert Machine Exploder 💥 (from Pokémon)

Hugh - #Team Plasma Hunter (from Pokémon)

The Puppet - #SAVE THEM 🎁 (from FNAF)

Toge Inumaki - #Cursed Speech (from Jujitsu Kaisen)

(S/I list not finished yet)

[sassykattery]

Twisted Pleasure

Well well well, I have come to present a threesome that doesn't involve my favorite two demons. Well, one of them is in it but now I offer a new player in the game.

Pairing: DiavoloxAltaira(oc)xMephistopheles

Synopsis: Mephistopheles stumbled upon a secret party and found himself joining in.

A/n: this story doesn't exist within the universe of Altaira's fic.

NSFW, obviously.

CW: voyeurism, threesome, spit roast, m! receiving oral, f! receiving penetration. afab! OC uses she/her pronouns.

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

18+ only

Masterlist

It was another one of Diavolo's grand ideas, to have everyone come stay at the castle for a sleepover.

Of course, when it came to Altaira and Diavolo, after they started dating, the sleepovers turned into them wandering off when it was late to have their own party, and they usually weren't seen again until the early hours of the morning, and it was to sneak out to grab refreshments while they were holed up in the prince's bedroom. No one questioned it, because it was those two, one being their ruler and the other being someone all seven pined for, but there certainly were some unhappy brothers grumbling about it.

However, one such demon was conned into coming over who didn't know about this regular occurrence, and so when Mephistopheles realized the prince and the human went missing, he piped up.

"Where are Lord Diavolo and Altaira?"

Asmo snickered, causing Mephisto to raise an eyebrow.

"Why don't you go find them?" Belphie replied with a smirk. "Surely they don't want to miss the movie we're about to watch."

Mephisto rolled his eyes and left the sofa he sat on to do so.

Even Lucifer cracked a smile. "He'll regret that," the eldest sneered.

He wandered the halls of the castle, looking for any sign of the two. The demon was actually becoming annoyed with his task, and was about to give up when he heard some rustling coming from a little ways away. His ears perked up, so he followed the direction of the sound.

As he drew closer, there were voices too, a bit more distinct. But what really got Mephisto's attention was the sweet scent trailing from the same direction. It was familiar, one that he regularly tried to avoid and keep out of his head.

"Unnnhh, Diavolo, yes, right there," she whined out.

Mephisto nearly tripped when he passed by the door he heard that from, eyes wide. Quietly, he turned back and the door was slightly ajar. It was Diavolo's study, and there was a steady round of thuds that sounded in conjunction with feminine moans.

"Oh Diavolo, don't stop," Altaira cooed, obviously in the throes of ecstasy.

"I love you so much," Diavolo called back to her, his voice tight with pleasure.

Mephisto was initially disgusted, but when he heard Altaira moan out again, a whine percolated in his throat, but never dared to fully vocalize. Aggravation swirled in his chest at how she could make him so weak, just a mere human, worse yet, who happened to be fornicating with the Demon Lord himself.

The demon found himself unconsciously palming at his erection over his pants as he listened to her sweet sounds, leaning his back against the doorframe. Furious, but still needing the stimulation, he rubbed harder, hoping either to lose interest or climax, whichever would get him to leave.

"Oh, yes! Yes! I'm cumming!" She wailed, her sweet voice raising in pitch and intensity. Mephisto could hear how she fell apart, her sobs the most illustrious music to him.

He hissed as he felt himself get close, and one hard recoil of his elbow accidentally sent the door swinging open.

"It seems our audience finally wanted to make himself known. Mephistopheles," Diavolo called out calmly.

Mephisto barely turned his head to the side, acknowledging Diavolo had spoken to him.

"You know, it's rude to abandon your guests during a party you're suppose to be hosting," the purple-haired demon retorted.

"Is that what you're really upset about? Or is it that you want to be the one making her feel so good. Why don't you turn around? Hm?" Diavolo more or less demanded.

Slowly, Mephistopheles turned and saw Altaira on her knees atop of Diavolo's desk, looking at him over her shoulder. Her shirt open, pants and panties strewn across the floor near the desk. The two were on the side of the desk, her side profile perfectly in view. Diavolo was behind her, still obviously connected. His arm was stretched beside her, palm on the desk. His coat was laid on a chair, shirt sleeves rolled up and slacks still on.

Diavolo murmured to Altaira, leaning close to her ear while looking at Mephisto, "What do you think, darling? Should we let him have a taste? I know he's been dying to know what a human feels like."

"If you don't mind sharing, I don’t see why not," she purred back, also gazing at Mephisto with a lusty haze across her eyes. "Come here," she beckoned with her fingers.

Without thinking, Mephisto approached, and it was only when he was much closer he realized what he was doing. He held up his finger, "Now wait, this is most improper. I can't believe you two would so shamelessly–"

"Either give me your cock or shut up and leave," Altaira growled. Diavolo smirked.

"You'd best do as she says," the prince added.

Mephisto glared down at Altaira, wondering how it was a human could command him so. He wanted to obey her every word, make her pleased. Stopping at the edge of the desk, she turned ninety degrees to fully face him, her hands working at his belt and zipper.

Altaira freed his cock from its confines, mostly hard and dripping with precum already. She dropped lower to take the head into her mouth, licking the precum and teasing with her tongue around the edges.

"Fuck," he hissed, his hand coming up to grip her long blonde locks in it while she began taking more of him in her mouth.

Diavolo repositioned himself behind her and slid back into her cunt, making her moan against the cock she sucked on. The prince's thrusts made her take more of Mephisto's cock, stuffing it further and further down her throat. He was large, but not nearly as Diavolo's was. Her throat constricted around his member, making him breathless as she gagged on it. His hand pulled at her hair, making her pull off for air, before pushing her mouth back on his cock and beginning to face fuck Altaira.

"You're so hot, baby. Look how good you make him feel," Diavolo cooed to Altaira. She then looked up with her beaming shadow blue eyes, making Mephisto's heart twinge.

"Isn't she amazing," Diavolo purred, watching her every move. He started pounding faster, and her head bobbing increased in speed as well.

Her whines and moans only furthered Mephisto's pleasure, making him groan as he watched her beautiful lips roll across his cock. Her hands came to rest on his hips, allowing him to fuck her throat how he saw fit. His own hand caressed her jaw, a gentle gesture that wasn't unnoticed.

Tears pricked her eyes, but when his gaze wandered her delicious body, he saw how she began tensing up, eyes rolling back. A sob sounded in her throat as she came undone before both demons, causing both to release into her. Mephisto held her head in place as his cock throbbed, ropes of his cum shooting into her throat. Curses fell from his lips as he watched her swallow each drop mindlessly. She shuddered as her own release was still climbing in intensity. He stayed still, watching her cum with his cock still in her mouth, and lord was it a sight.

Diavolo moaned, feeling her walls gripping onto his cock like it was the last thing she'd ever do. His own cock pulsed, painting her walls in his release. It was only after the prince relaxed, breaths evening out again that she fell limp onto the desk.

The prince smirked and looked up at Mephisto. "Go on back to everyone else and enjoy the rest of your evening," he ordered.

After Mephisto put himself back in order, clothes straightened out, he left without another word, racking his brain for what just happened. He took his time returning to the common room where everyone was, hoping to calm himself.

Once he made his appearance, immediately Satan looked over at him, smirking deeply. "Oh? Did you find them?"

The rest of the brothers briefly glanced over at the nobledemon.

Mephisto scoffed and found his seat to watch the rest of the movie. But it took all of two seconds that the others noticed a familiar sweet scent coming off of Mephistopheles, causing them all to bristle with contempt and jealousy.

Oh no, Mephisto didn't quite come to regret finding the pair as the eldest Avatar had suggested earlier that evening. It was the regret of knowing he'd never have the opportunity again to fuck the human exchange student that he so pined for as well.

As for Diavolo and Altaira, neither were seen until early in the morning. Mephistopheles happened to be getting water from the kitchen when Altaira sauntered in, wearing a red satin robe and black slippers. She pawed through the pantry for a few snacks, and when she turned to see the nobledemon standing there, she gave a sweet smile and walked off without a word. He groaned, rubbing his face into his hand, wondering how he'd ever get over the infatuation, now that he'd had a taste.

That was Diavolo's twisted pleasure after all, teasing others with what they couldn't have.

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♡•rules for requests•♡

(I might change this page in the future)

I take requests if they're open, my bio will always say whether it's open or closed. Currently, I write for obey me only.

general rules

Keep it respectful. Don't demand for me to make a certain post for you, don't throw with insults, etc.

Also, don't be mean to somebody else through requests, or just anywhere on (and off of) this blog at all

Don't spam my inbox. From now on I'm going to be accepting only one request per person when it's busy, due to my limited capacity.

rules about content

no nsfw

nothing straight up illegal, like r*pe and p*dophilia

that obviously means nothing romantic involving luke, no I am not aging him up either

anything that could be seen as glorifying something that should not be glorified (like abuse)

yanderes

extreme violence and/or gore (I also won't write anything describing an injury in detail)

mcs with certain (mental) conditions/illnesses

omegaverse, or anything that kind of falls under the same umbrella like mpreg

no character x character or character x oc

don't overly sexualise the characters, this especially counts for asmo

nothing involving a child intentionally getting hurt by an adult

for now, no thirteen raphael or mephisto x mc (I don't know them very well yet)

nothing too suggestive, suggestive content is usually fine but if it's something like mc posing nude on a bed I will not write it (so basically no highly suggestive content)

clarifications

About the spamming: If I notice in all my notifications there's multiple asks back-to-back with little or no other notifications in between, anon on and similar sentence structure, I will get suspicious.

About the (mental) conditions rule: I am not confident enough in my ability to write accurate representation for some of these. I don't want to post something with 69 misconceptions on accident.

About the 'don't overly sexualise' rule: To clarify, overly sexualising in my book means you are asking or implying for me to basically portray the character in a way that only shows their sexual traits as being their whole personality. Also sexualising something completely innocent (like just wearing a mini skirt, no actual sexual act involved) is a hard no here.

extra info

I want as many works of mine to be inclusive, therefore I will not mention Mc's gender in a post unless you clearly state you want Mc to be a specific gender. With clearly state I mean you put something like 'f!mc please' somewhere in your submission

Sometimes a request might make me uncomfortable, sometimes I'm willing to step out of my comfort zone a bit, but sometimes it's too much. There are also times where I genuinely don't know how to write something. In these cases I might delete your ask

Requests are closed actually means requests are closed!! If you send me something regardless, I will sadly not write it. It's totally okay to send me the same ask again when requests are open though.

If you requested me something and it ends up not getting posted, that means you violated my rules and I deleted your ask from my inbox. Or, your ask may have made me a little too uncomfy. Either way, please don't feel bad if your request was not written. I still feel honored you decided to choose me to write what you wanted, I'm not upset

If I won't write your request and anon is off, I will privately answer and tell you I'm not writing the request (and maybe why if I feel comfortable enough). That way you don't have to wait ages only for nothing to happen.