The actual audacity Mc and Barbatos would have to have to be openly dating is unimaginable yet completely attainable
They don't even have to try that hard-
I dont know anything about this guy
Headcanon that the demons and angels don't have that instinct when somethings wrong.
MC *feels the hairs on their arms stand up*: Somethings wrong
Solomon *feels a pit in his stomach*: I agree
Demons and Angels: What the fuck
*Something goes wrong*
The Demons and Angels: What the F U C K 🤯😱🤯
oh my… i don’t know what it is specifically about this fic. but i am team mephisto now bitches
mephistopheles/gn!mc; nsfw, brainrot brainrot brainrot
Obsessed with the thought of Mephisto being an absolute prick to Mc, even after they’ve tried literally everything to become his friend. The demon’s constant rudeness eventually makes them bitter, so when Lord Diavolo sends the two of them out to gather intel, Mc is brimming with irritation.
That irritation burns bright, even after they’ve been cursed. The spell makes them hunch over and writhe, feeling a strong heat lick away at their insides. Mc curls in on themselves, hellbent on not letting Mephisto see them in this embarrassing state but he’s grabbing at their chin and forcing their eyes to meet his with a “stop being so fucking stubborn and tell me what’s wrong!”
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