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daisynik7 · 1 year

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if you're still taking requests, i have a severe need for kishibe being a slutty old boyfriend to reader, doing unspeakably filthy things while calling reader "kid, princess" and all manner of cutesy pet names

Pairing: Kishibe x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

cw: age gap (reader is in her 20s, Kishibe is late 40s/early 50s), established relationship, sex toy use, smut – PIV sex (cowgirl, doggy style), vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, face-riding, sex without a condom, creampie, cum-eating, multiple orgasms, pet names.

Word Count: ~1.6k

Author’s Note: Hi mephisto! Thank you for the Kishibe request, was waiting for another to come in! Hope you like this one, been wanting to write a piece with a sex toy and thought this would be fitting for it! Let me know what you think. :)

You’ve never dated an older man before. Well, not this old. But the thing about Kishibe is that the two of you mesh so well, the age gap never seems that drastic. Your relationship is still relatively fresh; six months, if you count the first few weeks of hooking up, no strings attached. Eventually, you both agreed to give it a real shot, seeing each other exclusively. There are, however, a few moments where your differences show, and the two of you have the opportunity to learn from each other.

Kishibe comes over to your apartment to spend the night after a delicious dinner at your favorite restaurant. This is usually how your dates go: a lovely meal at a fancy establishment, a bit of wine is consumed, then sex at either his place or yours. It’s a tried-and-true formula that never fails to satisfy. Though, tonight, you decide to spice it up just a little. Show the old man a trick or two up your sleeve.

In your bed, both of you already naked and kissing, you reach behind you towards your drawer, blindly feeling for one of your sex toys. He pulls away to look at you, glancing at your hand. “What are you doing?” he asks, slightly confused.

You smirk, making sure it’s the right toy in your grasp: a small, pink suction vibrator, one you just purchased specifically with him in mind. Something you’re sure the old man hasn’t used in the bedroom before. You wiggle it your hand. “I want to show you something.”

He raises a brow at you, curious. “Go on.”

You splay your thighs, displaying your pussy for him. He licks his lips, face drifting closer to your arousal until you stop him, palm pressed to his forehead. “I want you to watch me play with myself first.”

The small bump in his throat bobs, swallowing hard at your suggestion. His cock is stiff against his abdomen, clearly turned on by this idea. Still, he argues. “Don’t you want me to eat out that pretty pussy instead?”

You click your tongue disapprovingly at him, shaking your head. “Looks like you’ve got a lot to learn, old man.”

He chuckles at this, leaning back to kneel in front of you, reading for whatever you have in store for him. “Alright. Show me what you got, kid.”

While sex with Kishibe has been nothing short of fantastic, there’s always room to spice it up, especially when it comes to foreplay. Your boyfriend has admitted to you before that he’s not well-versed when it comes to sex toys. He prefers a more old-fashioned approach, only because that’s what he’s used to. But he’s never been opposed to it either, being more than willing to try. Again at the drawer, you retrieve a bottle of lube, squirting a small drop onto your fingers, rubbing it around your bud. He watches carefully, intending to gain something from this little lesson you’re giving him.

Properly lubricated, you press on the button, the toy vibrating loudly in your hand. There’s a small grin on his face as you position the suction on your clit, sealing it against your skin. It doesn’t take long for you to falter from the sensation, slick already leaking from your throbbing pussy. He’s practically salivating watching you, spit gathering on his tongue, desperate to taste you, to dip his fingers in your glistening cunt. He wraps his fist around his hard cock, stroking himself to the sight of you. “Come on my fingers, princess. Please.”

You click once on the button, increasing the intensity a level, nodding at him. He slips his middle and ring finger inside you, curling at the tips to stimulate your sweet spot. You throw you head back, indulging in the sensation of his digits pumping in and out of you while the toy remains latched to your clit, sucking until it’s swollen. He’s enjoying it a little too much, seeing you swell around his fingers, coated in your sticky mess. His other hand continues to work his cock, precum oozing at the tip, ready to bust any second. Your old, slutty boyfriend is always quick to come, which might be a dealbreaker for some. But what he lacks in patience, he makes up for in stamina. The old geezer nuts fast, but is hard again almost instantly, ready for round two, three, even four, lasting longer each time.

He strokes himself, spurting his hot load onto the sheets, grunting. You come soon after, his fingers squelching deep inside you, the vibrator still buzzing. His eyes widen, watching you squirt all over his hand. “Would you look at that? Fuck, that’s sexy. You’re a nasty little thing, aren’t you?” He pulls out, a shiny string still attached as he slides his fingers into his mouth, sucking off your slick.

“Want your cock now,” you tell him, setting the toy aside, rubbing your middle finger on your slippery bud.

“How do you want me, angel?” He crawls towards you to kiss you, nipping at your bottom lip. “I’ll give it to you however you want.”

Out of breath from excitement, you huff, “Want to ride you.”

He smiles, pleased to see how fucked out you already are for him. He lays back against the pillows, craning his neck, beckoning you to his lap. “Yeah? Go ahead. Ride this cock. Show this old man how it’s done.”

You straddle him, rubbing your wet pussy along his shaft before you slide it in completely. Without wasting a second, you thrust your ass back and forth onto him, fucking yourself on his hard cock. He rests his hands behind his head, watching your risqué performance, tits bouncing along with your hips, expression hazy with lust, drool leaking from the corners of your lips. Your hands squeeze around your breasts, pinching the peaked nipples between your fingers. He never gets tired of seeing this side of you, unraveling above him. Because of him.

An idea pops in his head. He stretches is arm out, grabbing for the vibrator at his side. He turns it on, clicking it twice for a more intense setting. It buzzes in his hand as he reaches towards you, placing the suction at your clit. You moan, overstimulated from earlier, spasming from the contact. At your reaction, he presses the vibrator even harder against you, relishing the way you twitch from the sensation. “Fuck, that’s it, isn’t it, sweetheart? That’s the spot, huh? Squeezing me so fucking tight.”

“Yes, right there! Oh fuck!” you cry out, bouncing harder on his lap. Soon, you’re coming once more, sweat beading on your forehead, limbs wobbly, aching from arousal. He tosses the vibrator aside, not bothering to turn it off, immediately lifting you from off his cock and up towards his head. “Ride my face, kitten. Don’t you dare hold back.”

Too fucked out to argue, you follow his orders, spreading your legs over him, gripping the headboard. He pulls you down to him, eating you out sloppily while you straddle his face, swiping his tongue side to side. Smothering himself in your juices, mouth moving relentlessly on you. He doesn’t stop when you thrash above him, overly sensitive with him latched around your swollen clit, desperate to drown in your pussy. He lifts you off to smatter a thick glob of spit on your bud, smearing it with his tongue. “This old man can still teach you something, huh?” He peers up at you, smirking, flicking his tongue against you.

You meet his gaze, nodding erratically, too dumb to answer in a coherent sentence, rocking your hips against him. “That’s it, angel. Squirt on my face,” he muffles, sliding his thumb along your slit, slipping it in. He surrounds your clit, sucking hard, squeezing it between his puckered lips. You come for him, whining as he slurps at your sopping cunt. He wriggles out from underneath you, giving you a light smack on your ass, chin and nose shiny with your slick. “Bend over for me.”

You position yourself on all fours, eager to have his cock back inside you. He glides in easily, your entrance drenched in his spit and your cum. He fucks you hard, hips slamming deliciously against your ass cheeks, the sounds of wet skin slapping and your wanton moans filling the room. You’re completely unhinged for him, needy for another orgasm despite your body being spent.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he coos, pressing his hips flush to your ass as you convulse around him, pushed passed the edge. He hooks his fingers into your mouth, swiping it over your tongue before caressing your clit. “Come all over my cock. Get it fucking creamy.”

“Oh fuck,” you whine, salivating onto the pillow, climaxing for the third time tonight. Or is it the fourth? At this point, you can’t even keep count. He orgasms with you, shooting his seed deep into your womb, stuffing you full. He pulls out slowly, watching as the cum dribbles out of your slit, only to gather it with his thumb to finger it back in. You let him play with you for a couple more minutes, too exhausted to berate him for being a nasty old perv, like you usually would. In all honestly, you love how filthy he is, especially with you.

When he’s done, he lays beside you, wrapping you in his arms. You curl closer to him, enjoying the way his hands roam up and down the curves of your body, exploring every crevice until it’s ingrained in his brain. The warmth that emits from him surrounds you in a cozy embrace, making you feel protected and safe in his hold.

He nestles his face into your neck, now dewy with perspiration from the night’s activities. “Not so bad for an old man, right?”

Still in a daze, you pat his hand affectionately, grinning. “Good. Very, very good.”

Satisfied with your respond, he gives you smooch on the cheek, hugging you tighter. “That’s my girl.”

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devildom-moss · 9 months

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Mephisto's performance

(Mephisto x gn!MC)

(NSFW) (angst) (NSFW tags: very slight dom!top!Mephisto and bottom!MC; "office" sex, semi-public/risky, no condom, creampie, hate-fucking, "use me" dynamic, consent - but with a lot of regret so maybe dubious?, slight degradation with backhanded praise, Mephisto calling MC a whore and a slut, so slutshaming, pain, slapping, fingering light bondage, half-clothed, no orgasm for MC sorry)

(other tags: religious undertones, one-sided enemies to ?who knows?, sad/bittersweet ending)

Word Count: +2,200

To say you admired Mephistopheles was an understatement; you were absolutely smitten. Granted, he had a reputation for being a pompous asshole whose presence left a bitter taste in Lucifer’s mouth – the same mouth that warned you about spending time with the likes of Mephisto and questioned your recent attention to “a demon whose attitude and pride might be excusable if it was offset by actual wit and usefulness.”

Clearly, Lucifer either hadn’t seen the version of Mephisto that you had – the small slips in his bitter façade – or he had, and Lucifer simply refused to acknowledge it. You didn’t care what anyone else said about Mephisto. He had watched over Luke when he fell asleep in common places multiple times. As much as he protested, when you really needed him, he offered his assistance in whatever form he could – especially when it would aid Diavolo. If nothing else, Lucifer should have remembered that Mephisto was right there with Diavolo and Barbatos, tending to him and his brothers on the day they fell. You knew better. Mephisto was sweet.

He was adorable. You remembered the precious smile he had on his face while staring up at the new blossoms forming on the trees one early morning. It wasn’t the only time you had caught his face softening, entranced by some natural beauty. Mephisto still blushed when you would pay him a genuine compliment, covering his mouth with a gloved hand.

Sweet. Adorable. And so, so sexy.

Lust and affection had motivated you to pay Mephisto a visit in the RAD Newspaper Club room – another attempt to get on his good side. This time, you brought gifts to appease the bitter old demon: hot coffee and sweets that you and Luke had baked yesterday. However, the second you walked through that door, Mephisto let out an annoyed sigh.

“Why are you bothering me?” he asked, sparing you a second glance – but not a third.

“I wanted to cheer you up,” you admitted, setting your offering on his desk. “Diavolo told me that he had seen you working nonstop in preparation for the upcoming event. I figured that might be why you’ve been frowning every time I’ve seen you all week. I brought you coffee and sweets that Luke and I made.”

Part of you had an inkling that Mephisto actually enjoyed your company more than he let on. Maybe you were just clinging to a deeply engraved hope that he wanted you. Maybe you read into signs of his kindness towards you. Perhaps wishful thinking turned a two-second glance – maybe even a judgmental glare – into a longing stare. You wanted to break through his defenses if he’d let you. Well, you had certainly broken something.

Your act of kindness pushed Mephisto over the edge, and he looked up from his work and raised his voice at you. “I have too much on my plate to keep drilling this into that thick, fucking skull of yours. I don’t like you, you won’t change my mind, and that pathetic hopeful look on your face infuriates me.”

You didn’t fully believe him – as desperate as that may sound. Perhaps it was selfish, but you didn’t want to leave him alone in that room.

Mephisto waited for you to turn around and walk away, but you didn’t budge. He sighed and got to his feet. “What? Why are you still here? Why are you bringing me things hours before any of your classes even start? What do you want?”

Most classes hadn’t started yet, but if you hadn’t arrived before everyone else, you wouldn’t have been able to see Mephisto alone. Barbatos had mentioned that Mephisto was an early riser in passing once, so you figured you would find him overworking himself that morning. As for what you wanted, you wished it was more obvious to him.

“I want you to love me,” you confessed. Mephisto circled his desk so he could sandwich you between himself and the desk, blocking your path to the exit.

“How do you want me to love you? With my boot on your neck? With my fingers buried inside of you? With my hips pressed against you? What do you want? How do you expect me to love you? I could ruin you, but love?”

You shuddered. Was this a rejection or an invitation? You forced the words, and they fell out in a clumsy mess. “I don’t expect it – you loving me. I just want it, but you could ruin me instead if you wanted.”

Mephisto’s eyes widened; he retreated slightly before narrowing his eyes. “What are you saying?”

“Use me – if you really can’t love me.” Shame burned in your cheeks, but you continued. You were determined to call his bluff. “Take out your anger and hatred on my body. Do whatever you want.”

Maybe he truly hated you. Maybe he would be disgusted by your offer. Maybe he would refuse because he did love you. Or maybe he would agree to use you – to ruin you – without a trace of affection. Even then, at least you would finally get to be with him for however long you could manage to be entertaining. The possibilities ran through your head, just quick enough to fill the brief moment before Mephisto responded.

“Turn around,” he demanded. His voice was cold. In truth, you hadn’t expected him to take you up on your offer. Your heart sank as you watched Mephisto remove his tie. A low, growling sigh left him when you remained immobile. He took your arm and forced you to turn. “You offered. So, do as you’re told.”

Your voice caught in your throat. Mephisto made quick work of knotting his tie around your wrists and up your forearms, binding them behind your back. Fear washed over your body as you felt Mephisto tug your pants and underwear down to your ankles. Was this really what you wanted?

Mephisto reached over you, pressing his chest firmly against your back as he did, and pulled a bottle of lube from his top desk drawer. You didn’t question why he had it there, but you did have a question for him: “Why are you using that on me?”

The answer was obvious, but you were begging for some kind of affection from him, wishing for the words “I don’t want to hurt you” to leave his lips with enough sweetness to sate you, but they didn’t come. Instead, Mephisto removed his glove; tugged on his tie, bringing you closer; and shoved his glove into your mouth to shut you up. You felt one cool, lubricated finger plunge into you – quickly followed by a second. You bit down on his glove as he began to stretch you out.

“To answer your question, I’d be in a world of trouble if anyone found out that I hurt you. Everyone seems to think that you’re so fucking precious. Besides,” Mephisto paused, using the last word to soften the spite in his voice before he continued, “you’ll feel better if I do this first.”

You couldn’t tell if he meant that you would feel better for him or if he wanted you to feel some kind of pleasure from this too, but you hoped. However, that hope wasn’t enough to ease the heavy aching in your chest. Even through the bits of pleasure you felt when Mephisto’s long fingers curled into your body, you knew that this wasn’t how you wanted it. That truth sat rancid in your gagged mouth – somehow more unsavory than anything. Even the realization that you would die (for good) one day was less distasteful than this.

It was almost a comfort when Mephisto pulled his fingers out. You heard his pants drop before he tugged you violently towards him. Your ass was flush against him. There was a filthy relief in knowing that he was hard. At least you had aroused him a bit, then, right? You wished you could have suppressed the dirty, joyous hope you felt. Maybe he wanted you just as badly.

Mephisto entered you slowly. It almost felt intimate: the way he ran his gloved hand through your hair before tugging at it, the way his lips found your neck before it was all teeth and marks, the way his hips rocked slowly into you before he stopped holding back. He almost made this feel like affection before the poison left his mouth between panting and groans. “Not so useless anymore, are you?”

How did he know exactly how to give you a gentle touch that left you hoping before he stripped it from you? He said he didn’t want anyone to know he hurt you, so of course he would figure out how to break your heart. At least that was a pain you could never show anyone. It would live in you – and he would be the only other person who knew that such a haunting beast was hiding inside.

You choked back tears as his thrusting picked up speed and intensity, forcing your thighs against his desk repeatedly with each buck of his hips. This was going to bruise. It was just enough to slosh some of the coffee out of the cup you had brought him earlier. A small puddle pooled towards the edge of the desk until it grazed your thigh, burning for a moment before all you could feel was a numb ache – a small punishment for your foolishness.

This time, you couldn’t hold back a groan. You had tried so hard to disguise any sign of pain or pleasure, but this was too much. Your muffled noise alerted Mephisto to the mess you had both made. It was a small one with no casualties. It hadn’t even reached any of his documents. The only thing left damaged was you, and yet Mephisto dragged you back by the tie around your arms, his cock still buried in you, with an angry, “fuck.”

Did he not want you to get hurt? No.

Mephisto tugged your hair up until you were standing upright – as upright as you could be when you were still impaled on him. He took his glove out of your mouth before he forcefully bent you over towards the edge of the desk. “Lick up the mess, whore.”

You did as he told you. The coffee was still hot, and it stung on your tongue, but you were distracted by a firm slap to your ass. When you managed to clean up the mess, Mephisto brought you upright again with a rough tug and shoved his glove back into your mouth.

“There’s a good little slut,” Mephisto chuckled before he continued to fuck you – even more violently than before. He called you good, at least.

You were choking back tears when he snaked his gloved hand tenderly around your neck. Mephisto used his index finger to guide your chin up. Staring at the ceiling, with your eyes to heaven, you felt that you owed something – someone – a prayer. You wanted to thank some god that Mephisto’s hand was there around your throat – as if the slight pressure was the only thing keeping the sobs and moans inside of you. No. It wasn’t a god that you were grateful to. It was Mephisto. Even as he used you for his amusement, your desire still burned. Your love blazed steadily. Through the pain and emptiness, you still adored him. How pathetic.

Even more pathetic was the contentment you felt as Mephisto sunk his teeth into your shoulder, muffling his moans as he came inside of you. He didn’t pleasure you enough for you to cum; you got the smallest taste of it, and somehow you were content.

Mephisto was quick to pull out of you and get his pants back up. You stood there, trying to reel yourself back into your body – too slowly for Mephisto’s liking. He tugged your pants and underwear back up for you. His glove slipped from your mouth and onto the floor as you attempted to protest with a feeble, “wait.”

His cum had already started to leak out, and the feeling of it sickened you – a shameful sickness. This felt awful and wrong and disgusting, but the most resentful part of you quietly wanted him to bend you back over his desk and fill you up all over again.

Mephisto pulled you in by his tie around your arms and leaned close to your ear. “Keep it in you. I want that sensation to stick with you all day and remind you how much I despise you. Now get out of my sight.”

You felt his tie slip from around your arms. Mephisto dragged you towards the door and shoved you out into the hallway. You heard the distinct sound of the door locking behind you.

Mephisto waited for your hesitant footsteps to fade away down the hall before he sunk his teeth into the back of his ungloved hand. Tears streamed down his face as he dropped to his knees on the floor. Had he finally given you a convincing performance – persuaded you to stay away from him?

In that dim room on a dark Devildom morning, on his knees, Mephisto felt that he owed something – someone – a prayer. Unsure if he was even allowed – or who would hear it – he prayed that he had finally shown you what a monster he was. The cruel, wicked beast he housed had spit its parasitic DNA into you and waited to consume you. He was a demon, with his hands clasped so tightly together that they trembled, brought to his knees. His prayer – half-confession – found no purchase. It lived only inside of him, and even you would never know. It was a small, lenient punishment.

#mephistopheles #gn!mc #spice tier #obey me #obey me mephistopheles #I hope all the mephisto lovers will like this one even though it's kind of messed up #I feel like I have done too much bottom MC stuff now but it was necessary for this one #enjoy a nice little mid-day snack #obey me smut #mephistopheles smut #mephistopheles x reader #mephistopheles x mc

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justaweasel · 5 months

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Headcanons but I recently just watched My Little Pony

Mephistopheles a THOUSAND percent watches this show. His brother was like "hey! Look! It's the horses from the stables", and Mephisto has been hooked ever since. It's his secret shame.

Star Swirl and Twilight are like Solomon and MC. Like old mentor guy, is powerful, and thinks the power of friendship is Bs. And then young apprentice, who's going to surpass mentor sooner or later.

Not related to obey me at ALL but I had to get it out there, during the time Celestia had banished Luna, when he rose/set the moon, she always "talked" to Luna. Saying stuff like, "See you tonight" or "You make the prettiest moonrises, sister."

Back on Obey Me, if Diavolo ever met Princess Celestia, they'd be so chill, just talking about their kingdoms and the different ways they govern. Also about crippling loneliness and how it's hard to be a ruler and the sacrifices that come with it. Both of them are so excitable and on an off day, they would take each other ziplining and the barrel waterfall thing. (Barbatos and Luna cringe at this behavior, for different reasons, as they get excited over mailing letters)

Asmo and Rarity would get along so well. Both of them being generous and, even though a bit dramatic, still meaning well. Both of them having that energy of, "if you don't shine on the inside, then you can't shine on the outside, darling!"

Twilight and MC would bond over being tossed into a new stage in their life so well. Like, "She just kind of.. made me an alicorn.. I didn't even know what happened" "Same! But I was tossed into a world of demons and after a bit realized I was possibly one of the most powerful people in the three realms so.." (*Looks over at Celestia and Diavolo*)

Mammon and Rainbow Dash would hold races to see who's faster (Though, mammon is upset he can't sonic rain boom)

Beel and AppleJack would totally get along, they're both strong and dedicate themselves to family. If Beel ever went applebucking, he'd do his best to not eat all the apples. AppleJack gets a little upset about it but doesn't hold it against him too much.

The angels and Fluttershy would all go to her cottage and have a nice conversation. She'd show them her animal sanctuary and Luke would go nuts. Simeon would also be interested in her ability to talk to animals. Raphael would just be happy about the silence at the cottage.

Satan, Solomon and Twilight are all nerds. Starlight showed Solomon the speed spell she used to organize her books and Solomon has been trying to learn. Twilight and Satan prefer to organize their books the non magic way though (That's why Satan's room is a mess), it's more personal to them.

Luke and Pinkie having a bake off with Raindow Dash and Mammon being the judges. (Poor Luke made a pie and learned the hard way RD doesn't like pies, poor baby)

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rottenprincessshura100 · 6 months

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Chapter 146: Recap and notes

Finally Shura gets some new material to work with.

And it could be...delicious?

We start off with Lightning telling all team groups to limit communication and that the focus will be on Team A and B.

We have Rin, Yukio, Shura and Osceola working together. They turn up at the edge of the gate leading to Satan's heart. (not unlike the black gates to Mordor).

We notice that Osceola has a "snack" in his pocket. And it consists of Hellbane mushrooms and other "spices."

Now, when you look up hellbane mushrooms it has an interesting history. It was a powerful drug that was commonly used by viking berserkers to get into the fighting spirit. That spirit being that of a ferocious barbaric animal, using rage to fuel them. If Osceola eats that, he could become even more badass. One of the symptoms of the hellbane mushrooms is apparent howling. Lightning alludes to this, and warns Osceola not to use his "war cry".

Aka, his secret mushroom snack. From Osceola's little smile, we get the idea that he's totally going to use it. Lightning knows he'll use it too.

Now back to the gate:

There doesn't seem to be any B'aal waiting for the exorcists, but they soon finds themselves under attack by another group of high-powered demons that are Kin of Ibis. Amon and Asmodeus. Amon, is a powerful god from Egypt and Asmodeus the demon of lust.

These characters are interesting too, Kato takes a moment to give them some dialogue and development. Amon reminds me of Egyptian fashion Ken Mephisto. It's the hair for me, the thin physique and the extra bling.

Then we get Asmodeus.

Lust is a pervert. He's too busy being "iPhone guy" watching porn on his device to help in the battle.

Amon berats him for being a pervert. We find out where's he's been for all of these years. He was strung up by Ibis for peeping in on her bath.

Lust's character design is interesting as well, he looks like an attractive business man or banker? Perhaps, a archetype of what the ideal mate would look like. (But the truth hurts in this case, because naturally, the guy is a total prick. He represents what he thinks you want, only in reality he's shallow and basic.)

In juxtaposition, meanwhile, we have Osceola, who is just an awesome warrior and all around sweet-hearted guy in an enormous and ferocious body. From all accounts he's a non-judgemental mentor to other exorcists of his crew, which is why he was so good raising Lightning.

He takes an immediate interest in Rin and his knowledge of food.

He also attempts to mentor Shura. Despite all of her ability, and accomplishments she still doubts herself. But Osceola, gives her confidence. Telling Shura that her sword isn't an old relic but a fine sword forged by years of enduring extreme cold. He was trying to impart some hidden wisdom to guide her.

The sword and Shura are the same. Both are forged by years of coldness, but those trials have only made them stronger.

Speaking of strong, Amon was clearly no match for Osceola, and it's true what they say, that the power of the arc knights rival that of the B'aal.

Shura is no slouch either, yet her sword only has seven more slashes in it until it runs out of power. Her first move created a wall of ice to protect the other exorcists, namely team B which is Rin and Yukio.

After Team B is through, Shura gets knocked down and winded. Rin wants to stay behind and help Shura, but of course, Yukio focuses on the mission. It's probably wise, she's doing what's needed to get the mission to succeed. They don't have time to waste. But Yukio bugs me, he can't admit his feelings to anyone, even in Amori when he helps save Shura...he still refers to her as a mission. He needs a good swift kick in the ass.

Once the boys are gone, Shura is left to fight a new opponent.

Lust.

Now, what is Lust really like? Is he going to try and seduce her?

Most likely.

And my god...those hands...that's got my mind wandering. Imagine what he could do with those. But will he be a good lover?

Nah.

The guy has a porn addiction, that'll teach him nothing about female pleasure. (He most likely bangs like a hammer that consistently misses the nail. )

And let's be honest, Shura's going to clean the floor with this dude. And it's a nice metaphor for Shura's final transition into a confident woman. A woman that's comfortable in her own skin and confident in herself. Shura hasn't been able to own her sexuality, or even explore it. Sex meant her death.

Her entire existence was for the sexual gratification of a demon, achieved through the sexual gratification of a guy. A guy that would get her pregnant. Then she would die before her youthful beauty faded. She was like a carton of expired milk, not a human being with feelings, wants, dreams and talents.

Shura not only will battle the demon, but the personification of her forced hypersexuality as the manga's token object of desire for horny teenaged boys. Kato gave her character some poetic justice here.

I think it's funny, too that Lust has a snake for a tail. Snakes are symbolic of temptation, but I'm sure Shura can't be tempted. That's why she's such a pain in the ass for Mephisto, the B'aal of Temptation.

Another aside, Hachiro her former overlord was a big demonic Hydra and she took him out. This guy and his little snake won't be much of a fight. Shura's a snake charmer, a snake killer.

So, the question I have. Will Asmodeus be tamed by Shura and become the new demon in her sword?

Wouldn't that be fun?

#blue exorcist #mephisto pheles #shura kirigakure #ao no exorcist #rin okumura #yukio okumura #aoex

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obey-me-disaster · 1 year

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may i request NSFW alphabet Mephisto headcanons?

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

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

Warning: NSFW

Mephistopheles x gn!MC

A=After care

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

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

B=Body Part

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

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

C=Cum

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

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

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

D=Dirty Secret

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

E=Experience

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

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

F=Favorite Position

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

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

G=Goofy

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

H=Hair

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

I=Intimacy

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

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

J=Jack off

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

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

K=Kink

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

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

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

L=Location

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

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

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

M=Motivation

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

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

N=No

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

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

O=Oral

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

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

P=Pace

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

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

Q=Quicky

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

R=Risk

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

S=Stamina

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

T=Toys

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

U=Unfair

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

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

V=Volume

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

W=Wild card

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

X=X-ray

he got that horse cock, pun intended

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

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

Y=Yearning

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

Z=Zzz

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

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me mephistopheles x mc #obey me mephistopheles x reader #obey me mephisto x reader #obey me mephistopheles #obey me mephisto #obey me mephisopheles headcanons #obey me mephisto headcanon

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voynich-exists · 7 months

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I watched the new akuma kun and... it was ok...

I liked the story but i didn't like the new akuma kun, the most I felt watching this was when the demon parents were about to kill him(I yelled ''YES!!!!" out loud because i hate that bitch) i don't get why they gave him daddy issues

It would have been better if it was it's own show, I liked the story and all but it didn't really feel akuma kun (ALSO WHY IS SHINGO A KID LIKE IS HE TIME TRAVELING) mephisto III is a bit too copy paste from his dad... I give it like a 6 or 7 out of ten

it was also a bit boring at moments

also i only watched the first and escond episode :/

As other people have said, it doesn't feel like the original show but it would be confusing if you didn't watch the og first(tbh even knowing the og it's still confusing) so it isn't for new, or old fans, it's just weird...

#anime #anime review #review #akuma kun #shigeru mizuki

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mageofseven · 1 year

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Headcanons for jealous mephisto? Maybe he and MC are a ball or banquet Diavolo is hosting, and another noble starts flirting with her?

Ooooo okay I can work with this.

Thank you for the request, Nonnie! Let's see how this goes~

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Diavolo's Grand Ball:

This was an event the whole Devildom was waiting months for

And MC and Mephisto were no exception.

Granted, neither thought they would be attending it together.

Their relationship was still fresh, only reaching a month so far

And this was after months Mephisto giving the human romantic whiplash

And fervently denying any sort of interest in the human the entire time.

In truth, he choke on his pride for a while, but once he accepted his feelings for her, he started to realize that he had been a complete ass about this the entire time.

MC's kind heart is the only thing that saved him and in the end, the woman agreed to date him.

Things were good so far.

Despite being so 'noble' and 'well-bred', this man was just as nervous and awkward for his first relationship as anyone else would be.

MC found this very cute 🥰

Still, he was sweet and anyone could tell his feelings for her were genuine.

In preparation for the ball, he prepared a dress of her dreams and the night they went, both were excited on the way there (though he was mostly just enjoying her cute smiley face) 🤭💕

Obviously, MC had never been to a real ball before so everything was so new to her.

Her eyes practically shined at everything she saw from the decorations to the food to the other guests' outfits.

Truly, the human felt like she was in a fairytale!

As much as Mephisto liked watching her eyes sparkle at every little 'mudane' aspect, he unfortunately had to leave her side; parties like this were just as much work for nobility as they were play and so he had to leave his girlfriend's side in order to fulfill family obligations.

MC didn't mind though; after all, this was Diavolo's castle and she had been here many times before.

Plus if she searched hard enough, surely she'd be able to find him or Lucifer or the other brothers somewhere in this crowd

And so her boyfriend kissed her hand before disappearing into the crowd and she did the same.

The ballroom was a lot bigger than she realize though and she quickly found herself lost in the crowd; at this point, she was struggling to even remember the direction she entered in and the loud chatter was overwhelming her.

Suddenly, a woman came into view wearing something quite strange to the human, but beautiful nonetheless. There wasn't even a single thread of cloth on this woman.

Instead, she wore an intricate series of metal and gemstones. Her long white hair was wrapped in two buns on her head, big enough to cover the pale horns behind them.

Stranger still, something seemed familiar about her.

"Oh! It's you!"

The beautiful woman rushed up to her and hugged her tightly, as if they were old friends.

"Uhh hi." MC blushed, awkwardly standing there while this demoness hugged her.

I mean, what do you do in this situation? Does she hug back? Ask the woman to let go of her?? Does she want her to let go???

The other woman pulled back.

"Aww what with that face?" She pouted. "Surely the boys told you about me. Or at least Azzy-baby~"

That's when it clicked into the human's head; that's how she knows this woman!

Diavolo has mentioned her in passing before, but it's Asmo who knows her the best. The two used to be to be very...'close', at least till Asmo started dating Solomon. She was still a good friend of the Asmo's though to the point where he kept pictures of the two of them on his phone and the two would still go out for spa days occasionally.

"O-Oh, Lady Natalona Abalam!" MC's eyes went wide. "Actually, yes. I'm sorry about that..."

Oh devil. Was she supposed to bow? Or like curtsy or something to this woman, the oldest daughter in one of the most powerful families in the Devildom?

"Oh don't be like that." The noble lady insisted. "I'm sooooo not my mom. Just call me Nat~"

"Okay...Nat." MC nodded. Well...at least this noble lady was quite personable.

"There we go~" Nat smiled sweetly at her before placing her hand on the human's cheeks. "Awww. You are just as adorable as Azzy said you were. From you eyes to to your cheekbones! Even your cute nose!"

This demoness was positively gushing over her, causing MC to blush brighter.

Nat leaned in closer to her face and traced the human's lips with her fingertip.

"Even your lips..." The demoness giggled. "So tempting..."

MC was in shock, frozen into place as the noble woman started leaning in closer to her lips

--but stopped once MC was pulled back by her arm.

Mephistopheles stood between the two ladies, staring the demoness down while guarding MC

"Natolona."

"Mephistopheles." Nat responded in likeness, looking at him in disgust. "Still being a stick in the mud like always."

"And you still enjoy stealing what doesn't belong to you."

Nat huffed.

"The last time I checked, we haven't allowed owning people since like the 1200s so it's not stealing when you don't actually own them."

Nat glance over Mephisto's shoulder at MC, giving her a charming smile, one the human could even see working on Asmo.

"...Follow me."

Mephisto took his girlfriend's hand and led her through the crowd and out of the ballroom. He turned down a hall that guests weren't supposed to go down, but since they were no normal guests, the two doubted there would be any repercussions for it.

He took her inside one room before turning on the light and facing her.

"Out of all people, that's who you'd leave me for?"

"W-What? No!" MC reached out for him. "Look, I was shocked and--"

He slapped away her hand.

"Do you take me for a fool?!"

Mephisto watches tears flood his girlfriend's eyes, realization washing over him like a bucket of cold water.

After a minute, he walks over to the bed and puts his head in his hands.

"I...was wrong. I can't do this." He spoke in a low voice.

It was only in this moment when MC finally took in her surroundings.

This...looked like a child's room, one that hasn't been used in a very long time.

MC watched her boyfriend for a moment before following him to the bed and sitting down next to him.

The human hasn't seen this room before, but in fairness, the castle has so many rooms that most of the building is probably still a mystery to her.

"I'm apparently not as ready for this relationship as I thought..." He admitted, refusing to look at her. "Mi corazón...I can't be with you. My heart isn't ready to treat you right..."

MC took his hand in hers.

"I don't believe that." She responded softly. "Surely time can show you I am yours?"

Mephisto looked down at her hand...the same hand he slapped away.

He lifted it to his lips and gently kissed the painfully wronged skin.

"You belong to yourself first and foremost." His eyes drifted to her. "However...you deserve to be with someone who will not question your loyalty."

MC squeezed his hand; she didn't want things to end between them. The woman had already waited so long for this relationship to even become possible.

Wanting to avoid the topic all together, she glanced around the room.

"What room is this anyway?" She asked, desperately trying to change the subject.

"This..." The nobleman scanned the room for a moment as well, sadness expressing heavier in his eyes. "This was my room back when I would stay nights here as a child."

The human's eyes widen.

"Were...were you here a lot?"

"Probably more than I was ever even home at that age." He smiled sadly. "My parents had me solely when they did just so Diavolo and I would be around the same age and could experience such a close childhood after all."

"They...what?"

The man shook his head.

"It not what you may think. They would have had me anyway since they needed an heir...however, they had a powerful opportunity." He explained. "The king was originally arranged to marry my mother, but broke that arrangement when he fell in love with his butler's daughter--that was before Barbatos had joined us."

Okay, that sounds scandalous.

"Wasn't your mother upset at that? At being being replaced?'

"She was," He nodded. "But in order to make amends and keep the peace, the king offered her and whatever family she married into more power in the Primordial Senate and for any child of hers to be close to his own to assur the power lasted at least another generation."

Mephisto hung his head.

"I didn't know anything about that as a child. I simple knew I had one friend who ment the world to me, one who I saw as family." He lifted his head to stare out the window at the garden. "At first, Diavolo and I used to share his bed when we were small, but Barbatos quickly learned neither of us could get much sleep while we had the other to entertain and so I was given my own room...didn't stop Diavolo from sneaking to my room and convincing me to run out to the garden with him to play with the Devil's Snare."

The demon gave a small chuckle before his expression fell once more.

"That was a different time. A lifetime ago; one I no longer have access to."

"Mephi..." MC knew about his past friendship with Diavolo, but not many details. The prince rarely even mentions the nobleman and when he does, it was nothing more than a passing remark.

"My care for him was genuine...but it did not matter." He explained. "He new the truth of the arrangement and I did not; he needed something more and so I was left behind."

Mephisto didn't blame Diavolo nor did he hate him; his old friend still meant the world to him.

Their lives as children was more heavily orchestrated that he realized at that time and in truth, that was probably what led to this degradation they have faced.

Still, it will never change the anger and jealousy he feels at Lucifer being in the exact position he once was, where he still wishes he could be.

This has also lead to his fear of abandonment and jealous issues, of why he acted the way he did when Lady Natalona Abalam showed interest in MC in the way she did.

Since MC's knowledge on demonic politics and his own personal past is limited, she would never know how much that demoness has always gotten under his skin; in his mind, the only being to exist worst than Natalona Abalam, daughter of the leader of the opposing political faction and woman who has been a thorn in his side since childhood, is Lucifer himself.

In truth, he would have been upset regardless of who it was flirting with her, but the culprit being Natalona of all people added fuel to the fire in him.

However, he is well aware this is not an excuse and therefore doesn't explain this to the human.

MC leaned her head against his shoulder.

"I'm not going to leave you like Diavolo did." She promised. "So please...give me a chance to prove it."

He sighed.

This human was so sweet, but also incredibly stubborn; he already knew this about her

And loved her dearly for it.

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me mc #obey me mephistopheles

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mammonsdabloon · 2 years

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Obey Me! as my quote book #1

Warnings: nothing really except swearing

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Luke: “What’s grooming?”

Simeon: “it’s cleaning, like bathing a dog.”

Solomon: “it’s also a felony!”

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Belphie: “cloud cum.”

Lucifer: “it’s water.”

Belphie: “….cloud cum.”

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Belphie: “bitch right now I can’t even remember my name I think it’s like Jessica or something.”

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Diavolo, at 1AM: “I would like to learn how to yodel.”

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Belphie: “LET ME SLEEP IN PEACE. I SAID OYASUMI THAT MEANS GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP.”

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Simeon: “you can’t dive head first or you’ll hurt your head and DIE.”

Luke: “well I’ve never died in my entire life!”

Simeon: *trying not to laugh*

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Mammon: “I’ll call you back, a plane just crashed into my car.”

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Thirteen: *takes pill out of tits* “I’m like a pez dispenser.”

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Mammon, in a box: “Hi! Say it back!”

Lucifer: “do I look like I want to say it back?”

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MC: *holds penny*

Satan: “don’t you dare throw Abraham Lincoln at me.”

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Random news article: “black holes may not be black, or even holes.”

Mammon: “THEN WHAT ARE THEY??? WHITE SQUARES?? PURPLE TRIANGLES??!”

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Satan: “you built like a sixteenth note.”

Lucifer: “….”

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Mammon: “think of it as your initiation.”

MC: “being told you’re a piece of shit?”

Mammon: “yeah!”

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Literally everyone to Solomon: “no I am convinced you are not human you have to be some kinda fucking NPC!”

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Solomon: “how to claim your soda: put a glow stick in it! No one else is doing that.”

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MC, over the phone: “what’re you doing?”

Satan: “watching the scooby doo movie half asleep…”

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Levi: “cremate me and put me in a salt shaker.”

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Asmo: “ushy gushy my puss-“

Levi: “stop.”

Asmo: “no.”

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MC: “set your heart ablaze.”

Levi: “STOP.”

MC: “yeah, that’s a great story title.”

Levi: “STOP IT.”

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Thirteen: “bro give me Solomon’s address so I can go to his crusty ass residence.”

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Barbatos: “does anyone have scissors?”

Diavolo: “scissors?”

Barbatos: “never mind I have a knife.”

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Lucifer: “Mario is a 40yr old man who lives in his mothers basement.”

Levi: “….”

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Barbatos: “my new students are equipped with flamethrowers.”

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Beel: “when life gives you lemons you make lemonade. Or make orange juice and make everyone wonder how you did it.”

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Asmo: “why would I bring indoor kids outside.”

Levi: “Asmo, out of all the things to do in the summer why would you play OUTSIDE??”

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Mephisto: “I am not trying to cosplay as roadkill on a sunday evening.”

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Raphael: “it doesn’t take much convincing you’d be surprised at how much you can have me do.”

Luke: “can you do a cartwheel?”

Solomon: “can you be my hit man?”

Raphael: “YES.”

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there will be more 👁️👁️

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philosophicalparadox · 10 months

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How would Mephisto seduce or Court a woman in this modern day and age?

Since he is archaic I imagine that he is suffering nowadays since the old ways don’t work on Gen Z Generation anymore.

Archaic, but flexible. And for that reason Japan is the absolute best place he could be for sexy times.

THIS IS A MONSTEROUSLY LONG POST I AM SORRY FOR BEING SUCH A NERRRRRD. ALSO SOME PRETTY DARK MATERIAL AHEAD! Can’t talk about a lawless, libertine devil doing courtship in Japan and not reveal some of the darker aspects of the culture as relates to that subject or how he would probably handle it, given his ancientness.

TL;DR: Mephisto is a lecherous creep in the absolute perfect country to be a lecherous creep in and you bet your bottom he takes full advantage of that; that being said, he would rather stay out of troublesome trouble with legal authorities and such, thank you. Too many people would have to die. :)

Honestly I think it really would depend on where he was or where the woman he us seducing is from

If he is seducing women in True Cross then has gonna have a whole other kind of time trying lol, cause of all the cultural mixing in it. I imagine the city culture of True Cross is pretty similar to someplace like Seoul, Singapore, or Hong Kong, those having much more diversity than city Tokyo. Parts of it might even resemble San Francisco's Japan Town, which is a mixed cultural oddball of...unique, nature. Given that that is the case, and that there's so much diverse religiosity there, I would wager Mephisto has to be damn careful of what he does with whom in order to not get in trouble culturally; offending one or two women wouldn't be so bad, but get enough of them talking and his reputability would tank..

He might be a God, but trouble with the law is no fun for anyone either, even if all he has to do is offer a great tip and send them on their merry way. It's still inconvenient and brings him into a realm of the public sphere he would rather not be in if he gets caught at it too many times. (Let that imply what it will). What's more he does rely somewhat on his reputation, and is very careful to groom that public image into one which makes him attractive and repulsive at the same time, to differing people.

All that said, I personally HC that Mephisto is the one saying no more often than the other way around; he is, after all, rich and influential, and a foreigner of sorts, (more on why those are specifically relevant later) and to those who know it a demon, and those who know more still, a God. Humans are a competitive species, and lord knows the lengths lesser men and women have gone to in search of the yoke that is Power. He may be flirtatious with his staff, (and students) but I doubt he would go out of his way to sleep with too many of them, since they might take that to presume he is their ladder to the top and try to step on him accordingly. Such arrogance would only be invited if it was for the sake of watching them fall from a great height while he cackled all the while at their misery.

- but for the sake of argument I'll assume he's trying to catch some tail in Japan from a Japanese woman first cause i get the feeling he's there for those reasons too.

This is gonna get LONG. I grew up with exchange students and I really wanted to live in Japan once upon a time, so have done massive cultural research for years. I promise it's relevant to your hypothetical question...mostly. More under the cut so this doesn’t overtake the dashboard:

Now, Meph is doubtlessly on top of modern courting methods; he needs to be, for a variety of reasons, among them keeping tabs on Rin and Yukio since he is their guardian. Which is particularly important, because compared to western ideas of Courtship (Formal Dating) or just "Dating", Japan's cultural expectations are...well kinda outdated, to be honest. "Traditional" is a word I would use. This works out great for Mephisto in some respects, but not in others. You'll see what I mean.

For the sake of context, "Courtship" in either formal or informal form in Japan between two individuals is extremely private, and therefore quite variable, actually, once you get to the bedrooms - but you have to actually get to the bedrooms first. The basic steps to this for most people, even in modern day Japan, are "guy asks girl to hang out in public a few times, girl asks guy to hang out at her house with parents chaperoning, girl goes to guys house with his parents chaperoning, if parents of girl approve of guy they're allowed to be alone sometimes and if parents of guy approve of girl they miiiiight let her stay the night." Of course young couples don't always follow this guideline, especially in more diversified areas of Tokyo, but it's the culturally expected one. (And there's a ton more nuance to it that I'm not even gonna cover. I am aware this model is still especially prevalent in most of Asia but it feels....different, in Japan. Its hard to describe why it feels different, but it does. Its the little things.)

But when it comes to seduction, you can't really go wrong with the classics, and him being an out and out foreigner means A) he is pretty much never going to win the (formal) courtship game unless he outright pays off the parents, who can stay involved in this process for their most their daughters life, and B) he gets special privileges when it comes to seducing women and men alike. :)

Why? Because Japanese people don't outright expect foreigners to know "the rules" and sometimes actively count on them being broken. For instance, it's technically against "the rules" to jump right to Guy Invites Girl to His Mansion...but he's not Japanese, so this wouldn't be regarded as sleazy the same way as if he was. :) bet your ass he uses his Gaijin status to its fullest benefit with that kind of shit.

What's more, Meph has Power and Money and that warrants some rule breaking in its own right. ;]

Now, to the part of this discussion i was avoiding: Mephisto would have literally the easiest time ever " "seducing" " a typical japanese woman, because, and I quote, Japanese women "don't say no" - in quotes because obviously they do, but they're conditioned not to, (and men are conditioned not to listen) culturally, and though that's changing, (thank god) the change has been slow and only really seen in upscale urban areas where there's more population power and the court of public opinion has the ability to punch well above its weight, for good or ill. Rape is one of the most commonly committed , most commonly under- addressed crime in Japan for a reason. With that in mind, and acknowledging that our dear clown man has no fixated moral compass to speak of, I leave the definition of his "Seduction" up to your interpretation there.

I also want to point out that Women especially "dont say no" to men with money and power who their parents " really like" - though they might have more bargaining power against a foreigner, traditionally, all that becomes rather moot in the face of Principle and Profit. It is nowhere NEAR as common as it used to be, but there are still men out there who are willing to "sell" their daughters to wealthy men in the hopes they can get a quick buck from it, or use it as extorsion by working the public opinion against the guy (in this case Meph) to defame him. Sex and politics; and no doubt dear Meph gets caught up in the sway of all of that, being a businessman and a "gentleman" with a bad habit of swooning the ladies.

He's a "traditionalist" all right. And why wouldn't he be? This is how it's worked for most of human history, why stop now? Humans are, after all, more like playthings to him, animals, than autonomous beings. They want to play medieval politics? Pffft, he's been doing this for millennia, and he knows how to rig the game in his favor - so what if she isn't the most willing participant? Just means he has to up his Game and get her to change her mind...or not, either way, the deal has to happen, and the Devil will always take what he is owed, one way or another. The fact it is not necessarily something he will be directly implicated for if it does go pear shaped is just a bonus of where he has set up camp; reports against high ranking officials or very wealthy men are vanishingly rare, in a country where reports are themselves uncommon.

So getting into bed with a Japanese woman would be a piece of cake for him. Maybe too much of a piece of cake sometimes...

However, moving away from such a dark subject for the moment, one of the benefits of the fact intimacy is so insanely private is that Japan, culturally, doesn't have a lot of sexual taboos, with the exception of anything exhibition-y, because again, sex and intimacy are supposed to be private things. Sex shops are freaking everywhere in (urban) Japan, hiding in some of the most unexpected places. You want kinky? You can find a place in the Tokyo area for sure that sells it in every conceivable flavor, including many that westerners consider outright wrong or strange. The sky is the limit, so on the off chance he should encounter someone with more exacting tastes, there's nothing cultural-taboo wise to really be stopping them from having a good time. :)

Of course personal opinions vary, but (somewhat ironically) the general Japanese view is that if you aren't bothering anyone else with it, then it's fine/ alright. If, however, you are disturbing your neighbor or otherwise making it a public problem, you can be in some cases fined or even arrested for causing a disturbance.

Sooooooooo with that I hope I’ve nerded you out enough. :)

#blue exorcist #ao no exorcist #mephisto pheles #blue exorcist meta #tw SA

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another-lost-mc · 24 days

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Bathin hasn't been introduced yet but idc, he's officially one of my adopted sons now along with Luke <3

When I write Mephisto fics and reference his family/brother, it's based on my own vision of what I think their sibling relationship looks like. I love the thought of Mephisto being an attentive, caring older brother. The wholesome fluff potential is endless. For instance, I've vaguely mentioned him by:

Their rooms being close enough that Mephisto can hear Bathin call for him

Things they do at home together

Mephisto letting him use his bathtub and how he still has Bathin's old bath toys from when he was younger

The Pokemon AU where Bathin watches Mephisto's battles (his #1 fan!)

I have a general idea of Bathin's personality and what he looks like. I know that he and Luke become BFFs and will eventually spend a lot of time together, causing chaos for whoever is supposed to be watching them at the time. They will also be scheming to find ways to bring MC and Mephisto together, because why not. (RIP Mephisto's sanity.)

Bathin, after meeting MC for the first time: I would like another sibling. You two should get married.

I also know that he's part of the Ars Goetia and technically has a pact with Solomon. There's a couple possible ways I've considered to explain why that is (including one very wtf is this? explanation that involves tying Mephisto/Bathin's history with Tenebris's and using demonic respawn/rebirth cycles as a convenient plot device).

#jes.replies #jes.oc asks #my oc: bathin

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devildom-moss · 1 year

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Gift Wrapping headcanon

I wrapped a present for a friend with stuff I just had lying around and it got me thinking:

Barbatos, Satan, Simeon, and Asmo would probably be so good at wrapping up gifts. They would make it look so aesthetic and gorgeous. Barbatos would lean towards clean lines and colors suiting the season, but he's capable of making extravagant displays with his gift-wrapping skills. Satan and Simeon would go for a more vintage look (wax seals, twine, dried flowers), and Asmo would know the latest trendy gift-wrapping techniques.

Luke, Levi, Belphie, and Beel would be alright at it. Levi and Belphie are the only ones who are alright because of their own skill, while Luke is decent because he asked Simeon and Barbatos for help. One day, he'll be good, but for now, he's just decent. Beel learned from Belphie - not actively, like Luke, though; he just learned from watching Belphie wrap gifts on birthdays/holidays/special occasions.

Lucifer and Mephisto don't even try. They will just buy a box or bag for gifts if they absolutely need to. As such, there's genuinely no way to know how talented they are. Although one might assume that Lucifer would be good at it, I think it would be funnier if he was absolute shit (how cute would it be if he wrapped a gift for you terribly and gave it to you anyway despite his pride?).

Mammon, Diavolo, Solomon, Raphael, and Thirteen have tried and continue to fail miserably. Diavolo is probably the worst he's so not-straight that he can't even fold a straight line. On the bright side, no one can ever tell what they got until they open it. This man turns a circular gift into a triangle and a square box into a sphere. He could ask Barbatos, but he feels like the personal touch of wrapping it himself is important. Mammon and Raphael use too much tape and can't get a neat crease to save their lives. Raphael could probably land in the decent category, but he doesn't try too hard because the second he gets frustrated with it, he'll try to attack the package with a spear. Solomon uses tape and glue and ribbon and how has he never learned how to fold wrapping paper without ripping it? He's so old. Thirteen just likes giving gifts that are weird shapes and the paper always rips on her. She's trying.

A/N: I still have a new headcanon scheduled for tomorrow (involving an ask), so this one is just a bonus.

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livviem-009 · 11 months

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Mephisto - Sherliam & Isekai'd adopted daughter! reader

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Summary: You had a bad dream about your past life and you reflect on what has happened to you and judge your own worth. Was this reality real or were selfish for projecting your own desires? A/N: This fic is half venting and half wish fulfillment. I wrote this to let some things out about what happened earlier. The title of this one is based on the song Mephisto by QUEEN BEE because it explains my feelings about my favorite characters. Trigger Warning: Suicide and Existentialism.

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Y/N felt her senses heightened as she fell asleep in her dream again. Her past life was foggy, but it was all too familiar. She feels like a puzzle out of place, a monster from dark origins, and everyone wants her gone. She was content with running away, not noticing the trucks that sent her to this new world. The one from her favorite manga, the one thing keeping her happy and inspiring her through her darkest times. But now she questions herself. Everything about this world is fictional; how was she going to handle things when the fantasy was over? She woke up in a cold sweat and drank the glass of water beside her.

"It’s just a dream, Y/N, it’s just a dream!" She tells herself before sneaking around the mansion to the bathroom.

Everyone’s been so kind to her since she got there, but she was mostly close to William. He adopted her into the family with no hesitation, taught her fencing, and saw her as a competent person even though she made mistakes. Y/N was even close to Sherlock Holmes himself and related to him through his thrill-seeking energy. But they aren’t real, right? After all, she was aware that this was a serialized manga series based on a very old book series. So often, these thoughts pile up in her head, but she doesn’t care since she is having fun. She just enjoyed meeting the characters and subtly thanking them for just existing.

‘But... Do real people say that? ’

Looking up at the mirror in the bathroom, she sees herself. This isn’t what she looks like in the real world. She was boring and weird in the real world, and no one wanted to be near her. Her ranting over characters only seems to push the people in her life away, especially her parents. Oh, how she remembered her father reprimanding her for watching anime instead of learning her new lessons for the new school year. Instead of encouraging her by introducing stuff that is both appealing and educational for her, like a nice person politely suggesting something interesting, Of course, it had to be shoved down, and it was taken as Y/N’s fault for ‘not fitting in’ and ‘being a weirdo. Sure, let your own daughter hate everything in her life just so you can feel superior for putting down others.

‘Did I do anything wrong? ’

They said that to help her, right? Y/N knows that she’s weird, and her family said that they loved her. But why were they trying to hide her so much? They didn’t even know that it got to the point that her darkness manifested inside her. She isn’t perfect, but did they lie about actually loving her?

‘Why... Does this hurt? ’

One day, she gets interested in something that gives her joy. William James Moriarty was her idol, her role model for how to be kind, and someone to admire. He was imperfect, but his nature was in the right place. He was a capable man who would answer for his sins, and after all that misery and despair, his life finally became happy after he was saved by the people he met along the way. To her, he was everything she wanted to be and more. He was admirable for living on

‘... But I’m not him.

Y/N was nothing like that. Reading through each panel, she rooted for him to succeed and wanted him to see how he was deserving of living in the new world he sought to create. For her, he had to live with Sherlock. When she was reborn into their world from the beginning, she met the younger version of them as the Rockwells only daughter. She turned to him for guidance. When she hits her teen years, her happiness stems from solving cases after school with Sherlock and John. She admired the two men; they were so different yet on the same page. Eventually, that admiration turned into a love between parents and child. But her dilemma comes from a different thought: she knew this was fake, so did she just replace her real family and world just for a fantasy to be happy?

‘Selfish…’

Her tears fell. Y/N was selfish. She’d replace her own family—such a selfish wish to be granted by characters who were better than her. Compared to them, she was only an outsider. She only knew how their story ended, and yet, why was she given the opportunity to live with them? Looking up at the mirror again, her face fell. No one truly loved her there; this was the reality she was running away from. No matter what world she lives in, no one really loves her, and she’ll never belong. Standing up, Y/N sneakily went to the weapon room and grabbed a gun.

‘Maybe this will wake me up. Why did I get reincarnated? Why were Liam and Sherly nice to a weirdo fan like me? ’

Her emotions felt numb as she walked towards the open window. Her hair was a mess from crying, but she didn’t care anymore. As she felt the cold night breeze blow through her hair, she adjusted her gun and put it on her head. This opportunity was a gift. Why did someone like her get to be happy while she herself was a monster? All she ever cared about was the lives of people who weren’t real, to the point where she doesn’t care about herself anymore. Before the girl could make the fatal mistake, she was yanked off the window and hit the cold, hard ground.

"What are you doing?" A frantic and scared voice rang out, making her freeze.

Two pairs of arms wrapped around her, giving her a head pat. Hot tears fell as Y/N recognized their voices. William and Sherlock saved her, didn’t they? The girl realized that, while they may be fictional, the feelings she felt for them were real. Every hardship they face inspires her to keep moving on. That’s why she was attached to them; they were her escape and hope. They’re the ones making her stronger, and just living makes her feel better. It’s what people who love you do for you. No matter what, the world she’s in is her reality now. Y/N’s old life was behind her since this world was a blessing and another chance to move on. She hugged her favorite characters close, feeling their warmth as she lost herself in the stories they shared.

"Y/N, are you okay now?" Sherlock asked, looking down.

His little girl was tired from crying. William wanted to stay with the both of them, so they just hugged until sunrise.

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #yuumori #william james moriarty #sherlock holmes #sherliam #yn #self-insert #moriarty the patriot x reader #ymn #warning: suicide #/venting #i cried while writing this #some existentialism #isekai au

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mdpikachu · 1 year

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ACTUALLY you know what. its 2 am. its no longer mephisto (fate) monday. all the sinners with small children, md style based on @iscabird ’s post except no tierlist and all stream of consciousness.

-yi sang: no. they’d just confuse the kids saying weird stuff and then go back to staring out a window while don kidnaps them all for an adventure.

-faust: fuck no. she’d have to dumb down everything she says to such a degree that Heathcliff would understand it. that is a joke. the smart kids would like her. she would explain how a truck/train eats people to 6 year olds.

-don: the kids would love her. she would love kids. i do not trust her with not accidentally murdering one bc they declared themselves the evil overlord of shit mountain. unarmed, she can be with children. but not alone. she would fight anyone for those kids though.

-ryoshu: no. art teacher if FORCED but really, no. and stop smoking.

-meursault: speaks in a simple way that kids can understand, but wouldn’t... DO anything. kid found an outlet with a fork? he aint gonna do anything. he’s just gonna watch, unless he was Specifically Told to prevent that. i’d rather not.

-hong lu: I’m not sure i trust him ALONE with children but they’d love him. permitted but not the best choice.

-heathcliff: you’re showing me one of the biggest guys here and one of the most angry, and you think I’m not gonna go “now cover him in kids”? he is not carrying that bat when 15 small children cling to him like a fireman’s pole and magnets. disclaimer: no idea if that’s magnetic. will google this.

-ishmael: she wouldn’t be happy about it but she can handle them. they’d absolutely be kept in order. we have food at home.

-rodion: yes except the kids might know poker by the end of the night. that’s a risk you’ll have to take.

-dante again: still yes 110%. they’re like a living muppet or cartoon character to at least one child. also, they’d cave to demands for LcDongalds within seconds. og head dante, less so, but this aint about that.

-sinclair: he’d be too nervous. what if something happens?? also, the murdery aspect. he’d be a good aide but not a babysitter.

-outis: those kids are going to be lined up in a military formation within the next twenty minutes.

-gregor: oh hell yes. kids love bugs. gregor’s so nice. cursed with arm being used as a toy. would smoke an entire 12 pack afterwards from stress like tf2 spy mentlegen. you understand.

and as bonus: charon: fuck no. vergil: fuck yes. fireman’s poles are magnetic if they’re made of steel. if they’re bronze, they won’t be.

ps: i started the thing.

#limbus company #project moon #mddttxt #mdarttt

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the-loveliest-lotus · 7 months

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24 with Lucy & any member(s) of her polycule for the Soft Ship prompts please?

Thank you for this. ♡ So I loved this one and I chose to write about Lucy with the Blues Devil. (The way I'm writing him is basically that he's Mephistopheles but is currently getting souls as the Blues Devil, so his demonic appearance is similar to descriptions of Mephisto.)

24. Your ship cuddling:

The feeling of soft grass under Lucy's chest is grounding as she slowly tries to make her way back into her body, still floating on cloud 9. Cool sea air gently caresses her skin as she catches her breath. She feels a kiss pressed between her shoulder blades and she hums softly, but she knows it's a silent question, they've done this enough times. "You don't have to shift back into your human form yet if you don't want to."

Lucy hears the split two toned voice chuckle behind her, and before she knows it he's on the ground and she's laying on top of him, using his muscular red chest as a pillow as she gazes out toward the waves being illuminated by the full moon. Long black claws that have no business being as gentle as they are run through her hair and she sighs dreamily.

Mephisto, or as he's known these days, the Blues Devil, glances down at her. Her soul is glowing, iridescent swirls of color illuminating the night far better than the moon. In soft moments like this, he lets it mesmerize him. One day, he'll get her to break and he'll take her soul, but right now all he wanted to do was bask in its warmth and light.

"What do you think happens to stars when the fizzle out? Do you think that their energy becomes a new star, or do they just... become stardust?"

"You talk about stars as though they might have souls," he said, an amused tone in his voice.

"Maybe they do."

He chuckled, "They don't."

She shifted so she could look into his eyes. One red eye and one white met her blue ones, "How can you say that with such confidence?"

"I remember them. I was in the Heavens close enough to reach out and touch them before Falling." He felt the old familiar sting that came when thinking about falling from Paradise, but he couldn't bring himself to stop looking at her eyes. "Your eyes remind me of them," he said it so calmly that she wondered if he realized exactly how romantic that statement was.

She blushed, "The way that you talk sometimes is like poetry."

He smirked at her, the charisma and bravado seeping out to hide the intimacy of the moment, "Careful darling, you're going to fall for my charms and I'll get that gorgeous inferno you call a soul." His actions didn't match his words as he pulled her a bit closer and wrapped his tail across her back.

Lucy knew this was a game of chess to them, one that she would bet they would be playing for a long time. She was more than willing to play it though, "If you think one of the sweetest compliments I've ever heard is going to be all it takes to get my soul, then you clearly don't know me well enough yet." Her body leaned into his and she shifted to watch the shoreline again.

"Only one of the sweetest, little sunshine? I clearly need to step up my game," he said as he went back to petting her hair.

"Somehow, I think you'll manage to take at least 3 of the top 5 spots." He was silent then, save for a soft chuckle.

Another kiss was pressed to the top of her head, and she sighed, snuggling a little closer as his tail pulled her a little tighter to him.

#rainbow blues #lucy skye desmond #the blues devil #mtl oc #soft ship prompt #ask answered

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harukaprism · 2 years

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Dirty old priest

Pairing: Shiro Funjimoto x F!Reader Warnings: smut, 18+ only, MDNI, bathtub sex, creampie, Word Count: 1,650 Dawn's notes: Reupload from previous blog

Knowing Shiro Fujimoto was a whirlwind, a dirty priest, an ex paladin and the father to two adorable twin sons of Satan. Of course you also knew their true beginning being that you were close to Yuri and Shiro during that time. You had made a deal with Mephisto to stay with Shiro and the boys as you knew he would be helpless and also because as the best tamer you would need the comfort that Rin was taken care of.

So here you found yourself coming back to the church with the groceries to a crying 3 year old Yukio. Dropping all the groceries you ran into the back room where the young boy was. "Yukio?!"

Your worries softened as you saw Shiro bent down trying to comfort the child. "Hey it's okay."

Feeling a tug on your pants you kneeled down to see the older twin. "Hey Rinny, what happened?" Your hands ran through his unruly hair as you spoke softly to him.

"Yukio tripped and fell." His eyes were a little red and puffy, he had been crying too.

"There isn't any reason to cry, don't worry me and your dad will make it all better." You pulled him in for a little hug and an Eskimo kiss. Turning around to the crying boy you opened your arms and he ran right into them. "It's okay Yukio, you're okay."

"It was a demon who tripped me." He whispered in your ear. He was still shaking like a leaf as he clung onto you.

You met Shiros eyes and he only nodded. "It's okay Yuki, why don't you show me where you tripped yeah?"

He only pointed to the stairs as you walked through the church, you could see it. It wasn't big or anything intimidating to your adult mind but for a 3 year old, it was terrifying.

Setting the boy down you grabbed your little needle and made a summoning circle on the ground. "Come forth and serve me." Your familiar dog appeared and looked at you waiting for your orders, putting Yuki in your lap while you smile. "Just watch." You pointed at the demon. "Destroy it."

As usual your familiar ran at the demon and quickly disposed of it. After dismissing the familiar you smiled at him. "All better now!" His smile came back and it warmed your heart. "Now go tell your father that I had to lug all the groceries back home and he needs to cook dinner."

The little boy ran off as the others joined you to help clean up the blood and the aftermath, after everything was sorted away you joined your boys. "Just a loose board, all fixed now! Who's hungry?"

The twins were now in a better mood as they ran into the kitchen. "Thanks for takin' care of that."

With a quick glance around you approached Shiro wrapping your arms around his neck. "Of course, I hate seeing both of them cry."

The man only gave you that grin that set butterflies in your stomach ablaze. "I hate it too." He quickly pulled you away from the open area and into the hall to hide you. "But what I do love is seeing you cry under me."

"And here I thought priests were all gentle and kind." You faked a sigh as you stood on your tiptoes placing a sweet and small kiss on his lips. "Later okay? We have groceries and children to feed."

"Yeah I also got a call for a job too." He clearly didn't like the look on your face. "It's for Moriyama okay? I know you don't like it but I gotta give her mom and baby a check up."

You could only angrily stomp your foot gently. "You're getting too old for this Shiro."

"Yeah yeah yeah. Now shut up and kiss me." He chuckled as his lips molded with yours, of course you fell for him. Stupid dirty priest. "Promise I won't be long."

"You'll owe me." You mumbled into his mouth as you pulled him in closer for a deeper kiss.

He released you and walked to the kitchen leaving you a panting wanting mess. Sometimes you wanted to wring his stupid neck. You followed after him and set dinner for everyone. As usual you spent most of the time helping feed Rin and Yukio while the others talked and went about their day.

Once dinner was done Shiro had left you to bathe the twins. "Okay bath time boys!"

As usual Rin fought you to take a bath but Yukio was an angel while you washed them down. Once the bath was taken care of you quickly dried them off and got them dressed for bed. It didn't take them long to fall asleep as you read them a bedtime story.

You took your bath next, you knew how long these missions took Shiro so you decided to treat yourself. Slipping in your headphones and turning some music on your MP3 player, relaxing back into the bubbles.

Closing your eyes you started to drift off into your mind as the warm water and the lavender scent lulled you into sleep. Not knowing how long you had been in that daze you were pulled out when your headphones were removed from your ears.

"I thought I told you not to sleep in the bathtub." Shiro's voice was deep in your ear as he slotted his body behind yours in the tub.

The calluses on his hands ran over the smooth skin on your thighs, taking a moment to squeeze the fat. You couldn't say anything to his taunts.

"I saw the boys tucked into their bed, all snuggled up in their pajamas." He hummed as his fingers dared to go higher on your thighs getting dangerously close to your core. "You're such a good girl taking care of them all by yourself."

"Shiro please stop teasing-" Your sentence was interrupted with his fingers quickly running over your clit ripping a moan from your lips.

"I know I tease you so much but it makes it so much better." He chuckled as his finger lazily rubbed small circles across your small bundle of nerves all while he sat so close to you that you could feel his growing erection pressing into your back. "Ask and I'll give it to you."

Yeah, like that was easy to do. He was always so good with his fingers, all those years handling and cleaning guns, his precision with his herbs, and of course the delicate way he treated you. You opened your mouth to beg like he wanted you to do but another moan left your lips as you felt him easily bury two fingers inside your clenching hole.

His lips attached themselves to your neck as he easily pumped his fingers in and out of you. Teeth dug into your neck leaving marks of his love behind. You were at his will and you wouldn't have it any other way. "Come on baby, just tell me you want me and I'll fuck you like you deserve."

You let out a whine as he pulled his fingers out of you, now was your chance. Moving quickly, you sat up and turned around to sit in his lap, as you wrapped your arms around his neck you stared him down. Those beautiful brown eyes pierced your soul and made you clench around nothing. "Shiro, I need you. I need you to fuck me now."

He gave you his signature smirk as one hand disappeared under the water and the other found a place on your hip. "Atta girl."

Feeling the swollen tip of his cock swipe between your folds made you shiver in anticipation. Shiro Fujimoto was a selfless lover and mainly focused on your pleasure rather than his, a stark contrast from when you had first met him.

Your nails bit into the soft skin around his shoulders as he slowly lowered you down on to him. Even in his late 30s he was very well versed in your pleasure, always focused on you and how you were feeling. He told you the first night he ever disturbed your sleep back when you had first turned 20 that he was just there to have a good time and give you the time of your life.

How right he was, the devil.

Once you had settled in his lap he was fully sheathed inside you. Throwing your head back you released a throaty moan, the feeling of him inside you and being with you was always so pleasurable.

His thrusts were slow and precise as he held you tight against him. "That's my girl, always so good for me." You loved when he was like this, when he was slow and precise, he was more focused on you than himself.

"Love you Shiro." You whimpered out as your body melted further into his, he always had this effect on you and you would never get tired of it; always bringing you to bliss in no time, what other men could never do.

"Gettin' all sweet on me baby?" His chuckle was sweet as his grip tightened on you. "Love you too, but you gotta stop squeezing me so fucking tight, not gonna last long." You could feel him twitching inside of you so you decided to give him a little squeeze just to tease him back.

That is when the coil snapped and you came undone on top of him, it was hard to process anything, he made you feel so full and good that you couldn’t help yourself. With one last final thrust he was emptying himself inside of you.

“You’re such a good girl.” He whispered in your ear as he pulled your body closer to his keeping you as close as possible as you both came down from your highs.

#blue exorcist #ao no exorcist #ane #blue exorcist fanfic #blue exorcist fanfiction #blue exorcist x reader #blue exorcist x you #blue exorcist x y/n #blue exorcist x f!reader #ao no exorcist fanfic #ao no exorcist fanfiction #ao no exorcist x you #ao no exorcist x reader #ao no exorcist x y/n #ao no exorcist x f!reader #shiro fujimoto #shiro fujimoto x reader #shiro fujimoto x you

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