#mephisto x reader

[the-autistic-vulcan]

i know this might be an unpopular request, but i desire more mephisto fanfiction. i'm on an oc creating run atm, and i am heavily debating whether i commit to writing a mephisto x oc fic.

would ppl even read it??

[adaraharkness]

My Silly Villain: a Mephisto x Reader short

Your P.O.V

"Did you set up a fire again?" I teased, pointed to the fire that was on the kitchen counter. "I- uhm..." Mephisto began to stutter, and I giggled. I went up to him, kissing him on the cheek. "My silly villain." I said affectionately, causing him to blush. He smiled, and I smiled back. We then went to go get water, the end!

[adaraharkness]

Hey, hi so a while back you made lolirock x reader drabbles for all the characters, except Mephisto. Idk if you take requests but if yes, I am ready to sell you my soul for anything involving Mephisto x reader PLEASE

- @weirdseaweed

I do take requests, and I will do that.

[strawberrycupcakekiss]

my new obsession

[yan-lorkai]

Glad I checked your blog again (i know I said id be off but damn it its hard)

Anyway.. ahem..

Write something for your mairuma favs

Especially if its like mephi or one of our favs doing that kinda thing to darling (meaning the holding and teasing)

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ﾟ a/n: ended up doing something a bit different than the concept we were talking about a few days ago ^^

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ﾟ warnings: mephi is an absolutely tease, flirting, petnames, gn!reader

The air in Mephistopheles’ study was thick with the scent of old parchment and sandalwood's incense, a stillness broken only by the soft clack of a marble piece being set down. Across the board, you were lost, your eyes tracing the geometric battlefield, cataloging every unmoved soldier.

Mephisto watched, a slow smile curving his lips. He rested his chin on his hand, his star-pupiled gaze never leaving your face.

“You know,” he began, his tone a soft, silken murmur, “I’ve played this game for centuries. With kings and queens, generals and fools.” He paused, his eyes tracing the furrow of your brow.

“But rarely have I seen someone furrow their brow quite so adorably when contemplating a rookie move, my adorable bunny.” You didn’t look up, too deep in your calculations, and he felt his smile widen.

He propped his pouted lips on his knuckles. He was terribly amused by your reactions. Or lack, therefore.

“It’s distracting, you know,” he continued, his voice a low thrum. “Here I am, trying to plan my next brilliant strategy, and all I can think about is how the light catches your expression when you’re concentrating so fiercely.”

He reached across the board, his fingers graceful as they hovered over one of your pieces that had fallen. Gently, he placed your bishop to its original position, his fingertips brushing against yours for a moment longer than strictly necessary, making you all hot on the face as you fought hard against the unholy noises that wanted to escape your throat.

“You’ve left your pawn exposed,” he noted, his eyes finally meeting yours. “Though… I suppose I can’t blame you for being careless. Not when I'm sitting there looking like that.”

Playing with Mephisto was always a challenge and it was not because he was so good at it that winning was impossible, but because he couldn't shut up and let you think.

He had to always be sweet talking you. Always calling you lovie, bunny and sweetheart.

He let his hand linger, his gaze intent. He give you his best smile. You rolled your eyes at him, annoyed, but he was nothing if not determined.

“Tell me,” he asked, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Do you realize how rare it is for someone to make an ancient demon forget about his centuries of accumulated wisdom? Because watching you bite your lip while calculating your next move… well, let’s just say I’m suddenly far more interested in the player than the game, my dearest love.”

He leaned forward, the space between you shrinking to a breath as you pushed him by his face, away. His expression was one of delighted secrecy as he laughed.

“I could win this game in three moves, babe,” he confessed, his voice barely a murmur. "But where’s the fun in that when I can stretch this moment out, watching you scheme and plot, occasionally glancing up at me with those wonderful eyes?”

His voice dropped further, to something warmer, more intimate, meant for your ears alone, while you pretended that all this talk wasn't working on you. A giggle disguised of cough escaping your throat as you quickly looked at him and then back to your pieces.

Asshole.

He was right, but you would never admit that out loud.

“Besides,” he said, “if I win too quickly, you might leave. And I find myself terribly unwilling to let you go just yet, oh my sweet, sweet spouse.”

His hand darted out, swift as a serpent, and captured one of your knights. He held it up, pinched between his thumb and forefinger, as if analyzing a prize.

“Your knight falls,” he declared, his voice laced with theatrical pity. He turned the piece, letting the firelight glint off its carved surface. “Such a shame, he was rather brave, venturing so deep into my territory.”

He set the captured piece beside him, his starry eyes sliding back to yours, gleaming with an ancient, patient hunger.

“Much like someone else I know.”

He almost purred, eyes full of desire and something more as he started to stand up, went around the table and stopped at your feet. His knees meeting the floor as he pulled you down gently. "I can kiss them until they run out of breath."

You decided to bite, finally letting him hear you. His expression was much like a puppy and his tail - which he didn't have - wagged metaphorically behind him.

"Is that so? And what happens when someone's on your territory?"

"And you deserve?" You asked back, turning your face when he tried to kiss you, so his lips met your cheek instead. He whined instantly. He was always like this with you, so different than how he acted with everyone else. "You don't even let me win. Dammit, at least pretend or something."

Mephisto giggled then denied. "Never. Get better on your own, sweetcheeks."

You rolled your eyes. "Guess, you don't deserve a kiss then."

He was so offended that his eyes almost jumped from their sockets, as he nuzzled right into your neck and peppered it with kisses that slowly trailed to your chin. He wanted this as much as you did, but you were better at hiding.

"So needy," you noted, your fingers curling around one of his horns and caressing it to watch him tremble. "Alright, i kiss you. At least then you'll stop whining and talki-"

He didn't even let you finish as met you halfway through the way. His hands cradled your face, your hands tugging at his hair, the minutes went by and you never noticed. It was only when the air left you that you both separated. His forehead against yours as he pressed another kiss to your nose.

"Check mate, my jewel." He made his final move on the board, much to your surprise. "Now, I want to claim my prize." He ignored your angry ramblings at how he took advantage of you not paying close attention, and tilted your head up. His lips found yours again.

But you couldn't complain about that. Not when he kissed you like that. Not when he made you melt like that.

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Js saw that you also write for blue exorcist so could you write a mephisto Pheles x his secretary who he openly flits with, but she's extremely professional and has basically the opposite personality from mephisto (so she's like stone cold) and never feeds into his antics so he thinks she doesn't take his flirting seriously until one day he realizes she's oddly insisting on leaving early, which she never does, so he let's her leave early but tails her and finds out she's celebrating her birthday alone, so mephisto jumps out and starts crying about how sad that is and says he'll give her any present she asks for which she responds that she wants a kiss

Spending Birthday Alone HCs (Mephisto Pheles)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂! 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗹!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

When you start insisting on leaving early one day, it doesn’t really strike him as odd, per se

Different, sure! He adores you and all your ice queeness, so of course, he’s going to be paying attention to your schedule when you’re on the clock

But even humans need a little break now and then, so no, he doesn’t really find it odd

But he does tail you because fuck it- he’s him. Of course, he’s going to tail you LOL

And naturally, when he does discover what you’re doing, he starts to get curious

It probably doesn’t take him too long to understand that you’re celebrating your birthday based on some telltale sign (like a cake or something)

But it probably takes a little while of him hanging and around and watching from the shadows to realize that you’re not waiting for anyone to spend the celebration with you…you’re actually alone for this

Perhaps intentionally, perhaps not- either way, he doesn’t exactly feel great witnessing this

Deep down, he doesn’t really “get” any of this emotionally, since despite years of being around humans, he was still socialized growing up as a demon in the demon realm

But he understands that humans are naturally social creatures, and something like a birthday is usually a joyous, social occasion that many people would like to spend with their loved ones

So, you celebrating your birthday alone (even if it’s because you just wanted some time to yourself or something) doesn’t feel right to him- even if he doesn’t know why exactly you’re alone in this moment

When he pops out of the blue, he fully hopes that his flair for the dramatic and his usual nonsense of bothering you will and “threatening” to spoil you will make things more light-hearted

Though what he doesn’t expect is that you finally take him up on that offer of spoiling by asking for the one thing he thought he’d never receive from you: a kiss

And oh boy, the way he lit up with excitement now that you were being receptive to his advances?

You would have thought it was his birthday instead LOL

[maycat-19-142]

Hi!! Idk if you still write for Lolirock, but if you do, would you be down to write dating headcanons for Mephisto with a gender neutral reader? Either way I hope you have a good day/night, your headcanons and imagines are awesome btw!!

Mephisto relationship headcanons

A/n: Let me know if I missed anything in warnings. Thank you for your request

⚠️: gender neutral reader, fluff, talk of pda, fights, magic, and minor spoilers for the show

He is a sweet guy

Definitely is the love sick type from what we have seen in the show

Hos whole life has become devoted to his sister and the fight to take the crown

But when you enter his life, his view shifts

He sees more than just battles and magic

It a love at first sight thing

But he won't say anything for a long long time

He is so scared to lose any part of you being around him

Like he doesn't want you to hate him in any form

So he keeps his distance for a while

You have to go to him and reach out first

It takes time for him to get comfortable

Once he does rhe feeling become more obvious

Soon, much to his dismay, you can sniff it out

And if you confront him he will want to die

But after a while he Will confirm and if you feel the same way

Yay!

They relationship has a strong foundation

He makes sure of it

He treats you almost the same

He cares so openly and will die of joy if you do the same

He likes pda

But the small pda

Like linking pinkies

Arm over your waist

Forehead kisses

Small yet meaningful things

Loves when you mess with his hair

Like just playing with the ends makes him blush

His sister actually kinda likes you

Mainly because she is free of hearing him be live sick all the time now you are together

He tries to keep out out of the battle fo5 the crown

And he will lose it if you get pulled in on either side

He cares so much and wants you to be ok

Have a good day and night 🌙

Pixie out 🧚‍♀️

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Reader being injured from some Exorcist mission, the scent of her fresh blood so intoxicating to Mephisto that he licks it, leading to sex on one of the chairs in Mephisto's office?

His Prey (Mephisto Pheles x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗵! 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!! 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘅 (𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗟𝗢𝗟), 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆, 𝗱𝘂𝗯-𝗰𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲?

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

All that you recall is that he didn’t even give you a chance to change out of your uniform. At least, you think that’s something you recall.

Though the fact that you can see your uniform in tattered little pieces on the floor by your feet might actually be the most obvious and explicit clue as to what happened.

​

That said, you’re not really sure. In fact, you feel like you can’t be sure. It’s just not something you’re capable of being right now. After all, you’ve lost a lot of blood at this point. And you’re feeling really dizzy right now. And he hasn’t given you a moment to breathe- a moment to rest- since the moment he’s laid his hands on you…

​

“Who would have thought my pretty little subordinate would taste this sweet~?”

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…and tasted the blood you were desperately trying to hide from him.

​

“M-Mephisto…” You whimper out the name weakly, hoping that your desperate tone would have him slow down or back away. You find very quickly that your efforts are fruitless as the demon simply lets out a low warning growl as a reminder to be still and behave for him. At the same time, his fingers flex around your body and tighten their grip momentarily, reminding you once again who has the power in this situation. As if you needed one. “S-sir…sir, please…”

​

As if you could overpower the man who’s making you feel so good with his dick and so weak with his mouth all at the exact same time.

​

It was already embarrassing enough to come back from a just barely successful mission where you were the only one injured. It was even worse being forced to report back to him immediately upon its completion, without being allowed time to clean up your uniform or dress your wound. It made you feel like an amateur just standing there in Mephisto’s pristine office, voicing out your team’s many mistakes as the man sits at his desk and watches you with mild interest. His white suit gleamed with the type of cleanliness that only served to remind you that in this world, he’s above you in every sense of the word. Even despite his being a demon.

​

But you suppose standing with your arms behind your back doesn’t hide the scent or the stain of blood that came from the nasty tear on your right arm, like you hoped it did. Nor does it hide the weakness, the exhaustion you felt even before setting foot inside his office. Just like it doesn’t negate the fact that this man is a demon.

​

And even the smart, powerful ones have to give in to their whims sometimes. Especially when there’s a helpless little prey right in front of them.

​

Now your blood is staining the parts of his clothes he didn’t bother to take off in his rush to have you. He seemed far more interested in wrapping his lips around the wound you were trying to conceal than in how much of a mess and how many questions you both would have to answer later. But he doesn’t seem to care about that in the way that you do, right now. But then again, you’re having a bit of trouble caring about that in the way you’re supposed to, too. After all, you’ve lost a lot of blood. And you’re feeling really lightheaded.

​

And there’s just nothing you can do.

​

“Ah, ah, ah~” He tuts in your ear mockingly as you let out yet another pitiful whine. He seems to be enjoying this. No, not seems to be. He is. Because, despite your begging, you remain helpless in his grasp as he continues to drain you of your blood and fucks you the way he wishes to in his office. Your naked body is all but limp as you sit on his erect cock, your hole just barely being able to accommodate this rather cruel length and girth of his. Your only saving grace is that he has you propped up comfortably in his lap as he lounges back in his office chair and lets your head rest on his shoulder as you sob and stammer and whimper out from the strange mix of pain and pleasure you’re experiencing. “Toys don’t speak~.”

​

He’s told you this before. Reminded you this with murmurs and kisses that one could almost believe were real as he spoke the words over and over again into your skin. Toys don’t speak. Subordinates don’t question. He just takes. And you? You just received. So that’s what you do. You receive.

​

You let yourself be bounced on his lap, gasping and writhing as that spot inside of you that has you curling your toes and seeing stars receives more attention than it ever has in a long, long time. You let yourself- you let your arm be drained of its blood as your brain tries to make sense of why the pain feels like that, instead of what pain is supposed to feel like.

​

As such, that means Mephisto is playing a more active role in your current encounter. His hands have spent the better part of the whole ordeal running themselves up and down the soft curves of your body. Despite your hazy state, you still distinctly remember the feeling of the demon running his sharp claws against the skin as he devoured all the blood you were still spilling from your wound. They liked to take their time with you- trailing down the front of your neck to your shoulders and collar bone before circling your nipples and traveling lower to reach your waist and your hips and the real prize- his prize of the night.

​

Though presently, he has one hand tucked beneath your knee cap as he lifts the leg a little upward to better allow himself to fuck his dick into your hole. His other hand is wrapped firmly around the wrist of your right arm as he makes sure to keep it still enough for him to continue licking and sucking at your wound, much to your whimpers of displeasure. All in all, it’s a strange position. One that only serves to confuse you more in your already dazed state. You’ve never been fucked in this position before. Hell, you’ve never been fucked like this before, period.

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And by your boss- by your demon boss, no less.

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After all, you’re just an underling. You’re just someone who is supposed to report out to him on occasion. You didn’t think he had any sort of opinion on you outside of his occasional comments on your work ethic. Hell, you would have assumed that he didn’t even know your name if it weren’t for the fact that you have to announce it every time you step into his office to give an official report. Yet, somehow you’re here. Sitting pretty on his lap and squirming on his cock as he stuffs up your hole and murmurs sweet nothings into your skin as he continues to lick and suck the blood from your wound.

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If anyone from the Vatican were to see this, you know they would have both of your heads. If anyone from your team were to see this, you know you would never live it down. But for now? While it’s just you and him? While he’s making you feel so good and so strange that you just can’t think?

You just let it happen.

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You let yourself feel so dizzy and lightheaded that you can no longer hold yourself up without his help. You let yourself get stuffed full of a cock that feels too ridiculous- too thick, too hard, too long, too perfect to be true. And you let yourself be drained of your blood. Slowly, slowly, slowly. And in between promises that sound too good to be true, so long as you just give yourself- your job, your will, you everything- up to be his like this for the rest of your days. You let this happen.

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Not just because you can’t fight against it. Not just because you won’t fight against it. But because you’re starting to like the idea of being prey for once.

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So long as it’s for him, of course.