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📔 「𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘」 𝕾𝖕𝖆𝖓𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑𝖙𝖞 (NSFW) is our story tonight. Thank you for reading a story from yours truly. Today, I have...

↪📖 「𝗗𝗼𝗺!𝗚𝗡!𝗠𝗖 × 𝗦𝘂𝗯!𝗗𝗶𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗹𝗼 | 𝗦𝘂𝗯!𝗕𝗮𝗿𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗼𝘀 | 𝗦𝘂𝗯!𝗠𝗲𝗽𝗵𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗼」

𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗜𝗻 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗸: Spanking / Impact Play (paddle, hand, and cane), one part has dacryphilia, mentions of anal in part one, and pain play. Nothing too serious.

ー Warning(s): • Don't Read if Under 18 Years Old. • Don't Read if Spanking/Impact Play needs a tw. • All spanking here is consensual. • Reader/MC is the Dom here. • Reader/MC has most features and personality hidden as to have a clean OC/Self-Insert feel. • No, Mephisto is not drunk in this, consent. Wine and dine only!

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〽 Diavolo is your good puppy, your bunny, your Prince. He's your most obedient boy that just loves being with you in general.

〽 He's the Prince of the Devildom and he's sorry he can't be with you always, but he's very affectionate when he can be. He will kiss you, he'll intertwine your fingers together while walking in the garden, he'll kiss your cheeks in his office to greet you.

〽 How could such a loving partner also be the most sinful under his uniform? You know why, he's a demon and it's only natural for him to have kinks as an individual, but your good boy loves spanking. Even without a reason for punishment.

〽 Spanking him is mostly a D/s dynamic with almost a surreal feel. Because even a good Dom would freeze when staring at a demon bent over just for them, so obediently and sprouting his wings and horns like a peacock on display.

〽 Diavolo has his full demon form out, his wings wrapped around him to tuck at his stomach, his horns glittering above his head, and his bottom nearly bare for you. He's standing fully on his legs, but he's bent over to curve his body on his bed. Very confident, very professional…

〽 You look at your paddle you had in your hand; a long cricket bat like paddle you had retrieved from Diavolo's collection. You stroke the smooth surface and tap it with your nails to tease Diavolo's senses. And after a bit of measuring your swings, you strike him.

〽 Diavolo's nearly nude bottom gives a hearty bounce, and a thick slap that sounds in the room. Diavolo's body jolts from your swing, and you hear him gasp with a lustful twinge. He perks up and widens his legs just for you…

〽 And you do continue, on the middle of his bottom and just underneath it. Harder strikes have Diavolo jumping and his black underwear straining to contain his cock below his stinging bottom. His dark skin was filling with blood, bruises starting to form right where he'd have to sit tomorrow.

〽 He's your good boy, he knows this. He does anything you ask, and he'll ask you anything in turn. So maybe, while massaging his bruises with a balm, he asks if he can have something inside him, fucking his bruises raw again. Oh boy.

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〽 Barbatos is a demon of legend and old, and he might have mellowed out after the exchange program, but his nature doesn't just change.

〽 The change was mostly Lucifer and his brother's to start, as he wasn't allowed to treat them too harshly upon Diavolo's request. And then you came, and changed everyone in some way. You changed him emotionally, and romantically… sexually as well, even if it makes him cringe back to admit.

〽 Your first date was cute, even idyllic. Second date, third, fourth… Even though they are sparse, the dates are important. The fifth of them was special too, but for another reason. Barbatos actually whispered a topic of conversation to you, and it had you storming through mental images until you got home with him.

〽 And in his room of time (and stairs), you put his request into action and bend him over your knees. You are sitting upon his bed and him laying across your lap, ass up, and face and fists in the sheets as you pull down his pants and underwear.

〽 His plush and round bottom coming out of his dark undergarments has his legs readjusting and your eye's wandering. His ass has always been nicely tucked in his pants but now, you get to strike him as he pleases…

〽 After teasing him by running your hands across his bottom, for mostly yourself, you finally draw your hand back and strike him right across ass. Barbatos let's out a deep gasp and jumps under your strike, especially since you don't give him any time to relax.

〽 Barbatos feels his cock straining and hardening in the air above your lap, he hopes his leaking cock isn't soiling your clothes… it is, but your utterly okay with that and actually strike him harder.

〽 After a while and he begs you to stop kindly, he asks you to stroke his cock as he humps into your fist while grabbing your legs or waist to ground himself down. If you're a sadistic soul, you can even make him hump your leg to cum. He'd do it.

〽 After he sits up and you lay him across the bed to start aftercare, Barbatos' flushed and blushing face looks back at you. He hums about how enjoyable this was and how you have a good arm on you… maybe you'd enjoy using his crop on him next time.

〽 The. WHAT?

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〽 Mephistopheles is a bit judgemental at first, let's be honest. As royalty that didn't expose himself willingly to the outside two worlds, he's a bit mean.

〽 But, for some reason, you latched onto his back like a tick to a stallion. He mostly saw you through coincidence, as Diavolo liked you as a f… as a fri… a frie… a very close acquaintance through his exchange program.

〽 First it's a double date with him and Diavolo, and you and Lucifer. Then it was Leviathan and you meeting him randomly. Then it's a Halloween dance where you coincidentally got locked in a cage above a pit of monster's because of Mammon, and you await your rescue. Then it's a game of chess with Lucifer you interrupt… by stealing his rival…

〽 Needless to say, he wants to get to… know you. Just because Diavolo and Barbatos like you a lot, and his curiosity needs to be satiated. And boy was it satiated, especially since your intentions to flirt and grow far too close we're obvious.

〽 Three years of staying with demons and being influenced by them really changed you a bit, huh? No human usually invites him out to dinner and orders Demonus on the fruity side, and actually asks for his… spare time.

〽 His private quarters in his own office are warm from where he stored his files, books, texts, and old maps. But it was his closest room with a lock, and his only room he was fine with you gaining access to. But this old wooden table is actually hurting his hipー

〽 He stops whining after you strike him across his lower, bare ass with his own cane, and he winces as he straightens up how you demanded he stand. He is rewarded by another strike, and you run your hand over his lower back for a breather.

〽 Caning hurts much more than he thought, but your little breaks to touch and tease him give him a bit of a break. This time, compared to last time where you stroked his cock, you kneaded his ass and caused him to wince through his teeth. But his cock did twitch as he tried closing his legs.

〽 Getting him to cum would be easy if he's at his limit, and your impressed his limit is a little past bruising stage, you just have to call out his tears while pleasuring him. And aftercare is a must with this pompous man.

#SO GOOD #mephistopheles #diavolo

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selfindulgenthell · 1 month

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Pervert Pt 3 (Newspaper Club; Obey Me!SWD)

ohhhh my GOOOOOOOOOOOD i finally did it. it's over it's over it's over i did it i did it everyone enjoy this. holy shit

a/n: PERVERT PART THREE AS PROMISED WOOOOOOO!! i finally finished i promised id deliver and here we are!! some of these may be out of character because im slightly unfamiliar with these characters BUT i hope you all enjoy regardless. please let me know if you enjoyed! next, im working on all these asks that keep pouring in...

cw: fem!mc (undergarments such as bras and panties are mentioned, but mc could be a crossdresser), fem undergarments, perverted behavior, underwear stealing, etc. let me know if i missed anything!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, AS USUAL. PLEASE RESPECT MY BOUNDARY.

Mephistopheles:

He immediately startles and drops the panties to the floor. His lips twitch downwards into a frown and his gloved fingers curl into fists. His face burns red with embarrassment. Poor guy. The richest, most prestigious, most prominent noble of the entire Devildom, known for keeping his cool and being as haughty as a King… is frozen in place, here, watching you with wide eyes, after being caught rooting around through your laundry, for what anyone could assume were less than pure intentions.

It’s not a very good day for him.

If he wants to say something, he can’t. You watch as his mind spins, trying to come up with a notable retort, but you are both well aware that by the time he does, the tremendous pause in your discussion, already quite long and stifling, will have rendered it useless. You are both at a standstill, you clearly with the upper hand. But you know Mephisto, and how he’s not one to back down. But it’s not like you will, either.

When you take a step towards him, he jolts back, broken out of his frozen trance. He sputters indignantly, desperately coming up with something to say in response.

“F-First of all!” He’s practically spitting the words out at you, furious red blush across his face. You wait for him to speak, but he appears to have trouble getting anything out. All that he can get out for a few moments is nothing but false starts, angry sighs, and mortified groans. Then, he finally speaks. “If you so much as mention this to anyone else…!”

You want to say he’s already bluffing without hearing the rest of his threat. What could he do to possibly save his reputation from such an incredible embarrassment? He’s far too honest to paint you as a liar, and far too kind to blame you, anyway. If anything, the only thing he would do is refuse to admit the truth and never speak of the topic. Which, honestly, was probably the best that could come out of this… If he was willing to leave it behind, at least.

You were admittedly more curious about what drove him to this level. He had never been too slow to show his obvious disdain for humans, especially you for your closeness to Diavolo. He was plenty kind, but he wasn’t nice, and that was that. So, after showing nothing short of polite dislike for you… What was he doing here? Part of you almost couldn’t believe it. The human hater himself… chasing after a whiff of human pheromones? Sexual ones, at that?

You only realize he was lecturing you on keeping quiet when you return from your thoughts.

“-And quite frankly, I believe you owe it to me to keep quiet. It’s not every day I open my doors to anyone - a human, no less - and allow them to stay temporarily simply because the demon lost his temper.” He turns away and huffs, crossing his arms. In his rambling, his blush had significantly lessened, and his embarrassment faded. “I am only doing this for the sake of Lord Diavolo.”

Yeah, right.

You decide to be teasing. The amused expression on your face turns into a questioning one, eyebrow raised and lips quirked downwards. “Which part are you doing for Lord Diavolo’s sake? Taking me in or stealing my intimates?”

He sputters immediately at your question, looking at you incredulously. “I-!” He starts, and you can almost tell he was going to say something along the lines of ‘I beg your pardon!’ and then realized he was in no position to say such things. “You…!” He points at you, as though to get a point across, then falters and retracts. He is visibly fuming, clearly very angry that he is unable to get a proper retort out. It takes everything in you not to laugh at him. “Ugh!” He turns on his heel and begins to walk away, and almost manages to, before you toss the panties he dropped right at the back of his head. He stops in his tracks, curling his hands into fists at his sides. He is absolutely seething, and you can tell. He plucks them off of his head and grips them tightly, as if to send you a threatening message. You only laugh.

“Come back to me when you’d like a fresh pair!” You giggle at him and walk back into the laundry room to finish your chore. As you complete your wash, you hear his grumbling and stomping all the way down the hall. He does not return the panties.

Raphael:

Wordlessly, silently, he startles, staring at you like a deer in headlights. His eyes widen like saucers, but his lips remain closed. The longer he stands there, idling, the more you wonder what exactly he's hoping to achieve. He doesn't so much as twitch.

After you think you've been standing here long enough, waiting for him to move, you roll your eyes and harden your gaze on him.

“Gonna give them back or not, pervert?” You crook an eyebrow upwards and tilt your head at him. He looks down, almost visibly deflating. His reaction is almost unexpected. He looks genuinely sad, looking pitifully down at the panties he held in his hand.

You got the slight feeling that this was probably an act, but you didn’t comment on it. You simply shook your head and held out your hand, motioning for him to hand them over. Politely, he does, gently placing them in your hand and bowing his head, pursing his lips. “I… I apologize, MC. This won’t happen again.”

You sigh, shaking your head. “It shouldn’t,” you said firmly, turning away from him to move to complete the wash, before continuing, “At least, not without my permission first.”

You hear his sudden intake in breath, but decide not to pay it any mind. The weight of the realization on him hangs heavily in the air, joined by absolute silence except for your movements, putting your laundry in the wash. You have to wait a while before you hear him open and close his mouth a few times, clearly conflicted on what to say, before he finally stammers, “Wh-What are you saying?”

“I’m saying,” you start, turning to him, holding another lacy pair of panties in you hands, “that I wouldn’t mind if you needed my pheromones so badly for a fix. You just have to be a good boy and ask.”

He sputters indignantly for a moment, his eyes widening, and a blush spreading across his face. You only smile, and turn back to your chore, wordlessly continuing to put them away. He shuffles in place before helping you, probably attempting to sweeten the deal before he asks. You don’t mind, however, and let him assist you.

When the chore is finally done and the wash is going, he turns to you. “I know you probably don’t have any I could use now…” He speaks slowly, as though carefully considering every word before it comes out. It must be a difficult request. “But, when they start to pile up, would it… be alright, if I borrowed some?” He doesn’t look at you. He can’t bear to. He doesn’t need to, though. The embarrassment is painted quite clearly all over his face and ears, a deep shade of red. He’s looking down at his clasped hands and worrying his lip between his teeth. Was it this important to him to be able to indulge himself? You find yourself more and more surprised at the attitudes of these demons and angels day after day.

“Sure.” You simply sigh, amused by his shyness. Your face twists into a smirk, however, when an offer comes to mind. “In fact… Maybe when the day is done, I can give you the pair I’m wearing now. How does that sound?”

He’s practically frozen now, the blush across his face the only thing capable of melting him. He swallows roughly and stiffly nods, walking away robotically to leave the room. You only watch him, amused, thinking about how the ending of your day would go.

Thirteen:

She yelps, jumping ten feet into the air in surprise at your sudden appearance. She fumbles the panties in her hands, looking guilty as ever. Her eyes flick from you to her hands nervously, as though fearing judgment. Before you can say anything, she clenches her hands shut, squeezing her eyes shut tight, and begins apologizing profusely. “I’m sorry, MC! This really shouldn’t have happened, I just got way too curious and I had to-! Well…” She trails off, biting her lip. “I hope you aren’t too mad at me… I still do want that soul of yours, y’know.” She says this innocently, as though you’ll forgive her if she widens her eyes and pouts her lips. Which, honestly, would be tempting, but it’s less so tempting when you glance down to the panties she still clutches in her grasp. She notices this and hides them behind her, a blush creeping onto her face.

“Hey… you wouldn’t mind me keeping these, would you? Your soul is nice and all, but…” She pouts, very clearly for show, and looks at you with wide eyes, begging without saying anything. You’re ready to call bullshit on her, and quite loudly at that. However, you simply sigh, exhausted, and hold out your hand.

“Come on. Hand them over.”

She sighs begrudgingly and hands them over, plopping them down in your hand. “You’re no fun.” She struts away from you and plops down on a nearby chair, sighing dramatically and laying across the chair in a fainting pose. “Could’ve kept something of my beloved’s for when they inevitably return to the underworld, but no. I’ve got to sit here and long for them.” She sighs dramatically again, melting into the chair. You roll your eyes and walk over to her, peering down at her.

“How about I come back? Visit with a fresher pair?” A wicked smile grows on your face as you say this, the thought of the offer stirring you with mirth.

She shoots up at once, her light blush deepening into a cherry red. She looks at you with wide eyes and her mouth slightly parted in shock.

“...Do you mean it?”

“Sure.” You say, shrugging, and stepping back from her. You smile at her, as though waiting for her to take the offer. Of course, she snaps at it.

“Hmm. I still want those ones. They’re pretty and purple.” She points to the ones you’re holding, a wide smirk on her face now. You only roll your eyes again.

“Fine. But only if you wash them.”

“Deal.”

a/n: woooooooohooooooooo! it's finally done! im so, so sorry for making you all wait so long! thank you so much for being so patient with me! please, enjoy this, and don't be afraid to leave a comment, reblog, or sumbit an ask! i love to know what you all think of my writing!

#giggling over the mental image of Mephistopheles threateningly gripping a pair of panties in his fast #Mephistopheles #Thirteen #Raphael

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selfindulgenthell · 1 month

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Riding Through a Winter Wonder Land | Mephistopheles x Reader

800+ Words | GN! MC | CW: mildly suggestive

It had been snowing since the previous morning and the Devildom was covered in a thin layer of beautiful snow. In the absence of sunlight, it wouldn’t melt until the weather warmed again. It was only cold thanks to Diavolo attempting to provide seasonal familiarity to the RAD exchange students, more specifically you. But the event of snow was something everyone found joy in. Some preferred shutting themselves in their rooms, some slept through it until it disappeared, and others, like yourself and Mephistopheles, thought it would be the most perfect time for horseback riding.

“I can’t say I’ve gone riding in the snow for millennia now. Why I must’ve been the last cold snap where there was any sign of snow and it was mostly ice then. What a wonderful opportunity Diavolo has given us, wouldn’t you agree?”

You nodded and listened to your boyfriend sing his friend’s praises. He was right though. Seeing his horses gallop through the field in the unfamiliar snow was a beautiful sight to behold. It was even more fun watching it all while riding horseback leaning against Mephistopheles’s chest.

Devildom horses were a tad bigger than ones from the human world and much sturdier. This mare had no trouble with two or more guests at once and was comfortable with the special saddle she’d been fitted in today. Mephistopheles had made it just for the two of you in anticipation of today.

You didn’t need to look directly at him to know he was beaming as the mare left the stables down the horse trail.

“Shall we have a ride through the forest first?” He asked you and you looked up a him and nodded, smiling.

He gave you a gentle smile and lightly kicked the mare’s side so she’d quicken her trot towards the woods.

As you rested against Mephistopheles he proceeded to give you a detailed explanation of the land topography, the history of the woods, the stables, and more as he loved to do. You were never more than a minute away from Mephistopheles’ trivial lectures. He loved to show off how much he knew, especially to you whom he most wanted to impress.

“Look, there,” he said in a hushed voice and pulled the mare’s reigns to stop her. You followed his finger to a tree where a small magenta bird hopped.

“I’ve never seen one like that…” The size of a finch and such an unusual color, the bird certainly didn’t exist in the human world.

“Yes, I rarely see them, how amazing it’s come out this late in the year,” he said with satisfaction.

“What is it called?”

“A bell-chime bird, because their wing flutter is barely enough to make wind chimes ring,” he explained with a huge grin.

“You see such beautiful things in the Devildom, huh?” You commented and he nodded.

“Yes, although I don’t recommend looking up pictures of its mouth.”

“Why…”

“Well, let’s just say there are tentacles involved…” he looked like he was remembering being told Santa wasn’t real.

“I think I’ll take your word for it…” you decided and Mephistopheles kicked the mare’s side to continue your path.

You weren’t sure how long you were out there but the snow slowly increased on the ground although the faint snowfall didn’t harshen. The world was becoming more quiet as the snow absorbed the sound and the darker-colored creatures of the Devildom were in plain view thanks to the bright moon.

“Are you getting tired?” Mephistopheles asked you as you neared the end of the trail.

“Not really, why?”

Mephistopheles blushed, “I was only making sure you were okay.” Mephistopheles always seemed to be concerned with whether or not you were enjoying yourself. He was a very doting boyfriend in that sense if not also a little nosy.

The stables of Mephistopheles mansion came into view again and you grinned up at your boyfriend and the snowflakes in his hair.

“Hm, what is it?” He asked seeing your playful grin.

“You know, Mephisto…as much as I loved riding horses there’s something else I’d like to ride.” You whispered.

“Oh? Whatever you wish to ride I can make it happen,” he said confidently.

You grinned triumphantly, “Promise?”

“Yes, of course; camel, llama, elephant, unicorn, anything at all!” he had his hand in his pocket ready to pull out his D.D.D. and make it happen. “So what is it you’d like to ride next?”

“You,” you say cheekily and you watch his calm composure fall apart as he turns a deep shade of red.

“I— well I— I… now I can’t …I can’t say I don’t agree…that…that that’d be more,” he clears his throat, “___…you really have a way of throwing me off, you know?”

You laughed and felt him prod the horse to quicken its pace.

“So is that a no…?” You tease.

“It’s a yes,” he said sharply, face beat red, “at least wait until we’ve finished with our horse-riding. Honestly, what am I going to do with you?”

#ooooooo so good #my curious ass wants to look up what a bell chime birds mouth looks like but they aren’t real 😔#also teeehee giggling kicking my feet #Mephistopheles

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selfindulgenthell · 1 month

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"Why don't you hate me...?"

(Mephistopheles x gn!MC)

(NSFW) (slight sub!Mephisto) (lots of plot) (slight angst) (NSFW tags: open relationship, caught/semi-public, oral on Mephisto, mentions of enemies to lovers, the tiniest hint of foot fetish Mephisto for one second?, one single "babygirl" for Mephisto)

Word count: +2,500

“Lord Diavolo,” Mephisto entered the council room where you and Diavolo were chatting – well it was less like a conversation and more like Diavolo chatting you up while his butler was briefly attending to something else outside of the room. Mephisto arrived just in time to catch Diavolo pulling you onto his lap. This wasn’t the first time he had accidentally walked in on Diavolo’s shameless flirting: once with you last week, another time with you a few months back, and well over a dozen times with Lucifer periodically in the last few centuries. He used to be envious of anyone who attracted special attention from Diavolo, but something else had been stirring in him recently.

Mephisto cleared his throat and set the initial copy of next week’s newspaper on the desk. You frantically scrambled up from Diavolo’s lap and stood next to him. Mephisto averted his gaze from you. “I’m sorry to intrude, but I thought you might wish to see the first print. Your full interview is published on page three, and your photo made the front page – of course it would. You look exquisite in that outfit, My Lord. I’m certain just having your radiant image will cause this issue to be in high demand.”

“You’re done already? That’s impressive, Mephi,” you smiled at him through your embarrassment.

“Thank you, Mephisto.” Diavolo grabbed the paper and smoothed the cover. “MC and Asmo picked that outfit for me – with Barbatos’s approval, that is. He doesn’t trust any of us after that one time you almost printed that picture of me in a miniskirt.”

“A what?” you asked.

“It was a very flattering outfit then, too, My Lord.”

“Someone is showing me that picture later,” you insisted. Correctly making the assumption that one or both of them maintained a copy of that photo. It was both.

“Certainly. I looked quite adorable in that picture,” Diavolo mused. “I’ll find it when I get back to the castle.”

“Oh. MC,” Mephisto piped up, “I reserved a copy for you as well. Would you like to come with me to the newspaper room to retrieve it? If you don’t mind, My Lord.”

“Of course not – if that’s what you want, MC.” Diavolo waved you both off – the embarrassment of being walked in on finally hitting him. “We can continue our discussion at a later date.”

Mephisto waited until you had exited the room to grab your hand and lead the way. He didn’t need to lead you. You had been there many times – often at Mephisto’s request. Still, you let him take your hand, even though he could scarcely look at you after what he had just seen.

“I’m sorry you saw that,” you apologized. Mephisto didn’t respond. Silence engulfed the air, and you both felt as if the tension of that silence had suffocated you – stifling your breath and anything worth saying.

When you were safely behind the doors of RAD’s newspaper room, Mephisto lost his composure. His lips found yours before you could register his desire to kiss you. He placed his hands on your face – a shy, insecure gesture that was filled with desperation and need. Even as you kissed him back, he wouldn’t dare explore your body with his hands. It was so easy for Diavolo to touch you, but Mephisto faltered in his confidence – especially after seeing how easy it was for another demon to put his hands on you. There was a tinge of frantic affection, his tongue briefly teasing you. He wanted more, and he didn’t know if he could take it. Mephisto pulled back, panting, and pressing his forehead against yours.

“I’m sorry.” Mephisto turned his gaze to the floor. “I can’t stand to watch you with him.”

Ashamed by his own confession, Mephisto attempted to distract you from his brief admission of jealousy by pressing his lips against yours again. He was terrified to let you speak; more accurately, he was afraid that whatever you would say would solidify his insecurity – give it some foundation to stand on and build upon. If he could just kiss you until you were breathless or make you want him, he could at least delay what felt like the inevitable breaking of his heart. But you couldn’t read that clustered mess of anxiety. Tasting only the smallest hint of it on his lips, you pushed him away gently.

“I wish you hadn’t seen that. I know how you feel about me, and I know how you feel about Diavolo. I’m sorry,” you repeated the apology. You all seemed to have an understanding about how things worked – a semblance of freedom and ease that covered the intricate entanglement you had with your loved ones in the Devildom. That openness you had earned entailed these difficult-to-navigate moments. It was especially difficult to unravel and understand Mephisto’s entranced feelings towards Diavolo and his affections for you. When the two clashed, it was hard to know who he was jealous of, and all you wanted to do was comfort him.

He looked at you, his eyes wavering briefly before he resolved himself. “It’s fine. This isn’t the first time. Besides, I used to see Diavolo and Lucifer all the time.”

There was that name on his lips again. Mephisto’s grudge against Lucifer resurfaced: a fixation he had held onto for centuries. If you were honest, you and Lucifer weren’t that different when it came to the potential to vex Mephisto: you both had stolen Diavolo’s attention and affection. Yet, you had been spared his constant irritation and annoyance. Somehow, you had been elevated to a recipient of Mephisto’s affection. What made you so special?

“About that,” you started nervously. You had never had the courage to ask him, but his insecurity gave you an in. “I’ve been thinking about it. I get why you hold a grudge against Lucifer. But, I’m a lot like him, you know? I take so much of Diavolo’s time and attention. Maybe things were different after Lucifer, but I wouldn’t blame you if you resented me like you do him. And I think you did for a long time after we met. What changed? Why don’t you hate me like you hate Lucifer?”

Mephisto reverted back to his shame, refusing to look in your direction, and yet he replied as if it were the most natural and obvious answer in all three realms: “you were nice.”

The realization flooded over Mephisto. All he had ever craved was affection – for his own affection to be reciprocated. When he first met you, you were a lot like Lucifer in his eyes: some shiny, new creature for Diavolo to fawn over who consumed his thoughts with time. But then, there you were, being nice to him even when he didn’t really deserve it. At times, he knew his treatment of you was crude – to say the least. He wasn’t sure how you managed to show him consistent kindness in the face of his bitterness. Even your teasing was not malicious, and he knew that. Mephisto’s eyes began to water.

“I tried so hard to be a good companion to Lord Diavolo. I adore him, but I think I’ve always bored him. I felt bad about that for a long time,” he admitted, “I still do – if I’m honest. He’s a good ruler, and he’ll be a great king. I don’t know how to say this.”

“Just try,” you encouraged him with a gentle touch. Your hand settled on his shoulder, gently rubbing with your thumb.

“I get why he likes you. If you’ve given me just a fraction of the love you give him, I understand. I can’t turn away from you, even if it burns my eyes.” A few stray tears dripped down his cheeks and onto the floor. “You’re so nice to me. I still love Diavolo – I was practically made to love him, but I don’t want to share you with him. I know I can’t compare, but I still want you. Lucifer took him from me and left me tossed aside – like some crumpled up paper that no one would care to read. You extended your grace to me, and I don’t know what I would do if you took it away.”

With tearstains down his cheeks and uncertainty in his eyes, Mephisto looked so exposed and embarrassed. There was no way to fill the vacuum with words in a way that might uplift the hollowed-out demon in front of you. All you could hope for was to offer him some shallow physical comfort as proof of your stable affection. You weren’t just being nice. You wanted him, too.

“Let me be nicer to you.” You gently pushed him up against the nearest table and dropped to your knees for him. “Please?”

“H-here?” The smallest tinge of his haughty attitude slipped through the embarrassment unintentionally. A frantic shock settled on his face.

Softly, as if plucking a fragile flower which threatened to fall apart with any force, you grabbed his calf and raised his foot. You slid your hand down his leg to his stiletto heel and placed a quick kiss on the top of his boots. “Let me take care of you.”

Mephisto’s face burned, his need set aflame in the pit of his stomach, ignited with a sharp gasp. He nodded and placed his hands back on the table behind him. There was a subtle crinkling under his left hand. When he looked down, he realized that he had placed his hands on a copy of next week’s newspapers – the one intended for you. He repositioned his hand to cover Diavolo’s face before returning his gaze to you, expectant and lustful.

You unbuckled his pants and slid them down to his knees. Running your hands up his soft thighs, you came to the hem of his boxers before you had to stifle a smile. “Suck my dick” was written on the band of his boxers. You smirked at him. “Were you expecting this the whole time?”

“What? N-no, of course not!” He looked away indignantly. Even his ears had a faint blush to them.

“You’re so cute.” You pushed his shirt up just enough to place a kiss on his stomach – just over the hem of his boxers. The result was a shaky exhale from Mephisto’s lips.

You pulled his boxers down before moving your hands back up to his ass and dragging your nails down his skin gently. Mephisto couldn’t take his eyes off you as you stared at his dick like that: hungry for him. He was already hard for you. When you ran your fingers over his shaft, he gulped his desire down.

A soft lick and a gentle kiss on the tip of his cock were all the preparation you gave him before you had him half-way into your hot mouth. The muscles in Mephisto’s stomach tightened, and he let out a breathy moan. “F-fuck.”

Your tongue caressed the underside of his shaft and swirled around his head when you pulled back, occasionally earning a whimper from Mephisto. When you took him deeper, his right hand shot up over his mouth to muffle his moaning. His eyes were shut tight, and his head was tilted back. You could tell he was resisting the urge to buck his hips and thrust into your mouth. He would do anything to meet your touch somehow, but you told him you would take care of him, so he leaned back and only took what you gave.

His breathing was increasingly shallow and shaky. Through gentle panting, he said, “your mouth feels so good. I’m close. Please don’t stop.”

You wouldn’t dream of denying him right now. His sweet, stifled moaning filled the room – still louder than the wet noises you made as you sucked him off. He twitched in your mouth as you pushed him closer and closer to climax. Despite his efforts to quiet himself, if anyone walked by, they would know (vaguely) what was happening in that room and who it was happening to; Mephisto would be mortified, but he couldn’t stop himself. He moved his right hand from his mouth to your head. His tender caress was an attempt to signal that you were bringing him over the edge. That adorable gesture was minimized by his loss of restraint over his moaning. He sounded so desperate.

Mephisto came in your mouth, still caressing you with his right hand. When you pulled back, his cum still in your mouth, you stared up at him lovingly. He whimpered and trembled. His knees buckled slightly, so he placed his right hand back on the desk to steady himself. He was still panting when you stood up and kissed him. Mephisto could taste himself on your lips, and, in a daze, he opened his mouth so you could push your tongue and any residual cum into his mouth. A sweet moan left him.

You pulled away to see Mephisto’s blissed-out face. He smiled slightly when he opened his eyes to find you staring at him. That precious look was short-lived. The realization of what he had just done – what you both had just done – hit him.

He bent down, pulled his pants back up, and rose quickly. A wave of vertigo overcame him, and he caught himself on your sleeve. You held him against you.

“Woah. Are you okay, Mephi?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled sheepishly. “I’m just a little unsteady on my feet.”

Mephisto straightened himself, and you noticed his belt was still undone. You pulled him in slightly with both ends of the belt and buckled it for him. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”

“Thank you.” Mephisto leaned forward and rested his forehead on your shoulder – in part because he was spent and in part because he was embarrassed. The embarrassment wasn’t so much about what had just happened; it was more about how you made him feel. For a few moments, he felt like the center of your attention. He wanted to savor that feeling a bit longer. “Could you walk me home? After all, it’s your fault my legs are still shaky.”

You laughed at his pompous act. “Of course, babygirl.”

“Shut up.” Mephisto rolled his eyes. “Ah, wait. I almost forgot. Your paper.”

Mehisto grabbed the slightly crumpled newspaper off the table behind him. He smoothed it out in his hands.

“Do you mind if it’s, you know?”

“Not at all.” You took the paper from his hands and offered him your arm. “Now let’s get you home.”

Mephisto leaned against you slightly, relishing your touch. A selfish part of him hoped that you would escort him home and stay the night so he could keep you to himself.

Half-way through the walk he let out a sudden laugh. “See, you’re nothing like Lucifer. He would never suck my dick and walk me back home.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes at him. “If you bring up his name one more time tonight, I’m going to just assume you want to fuck him.”

Mephisto put his free hand – the one that wasn’t holding onto you – up in resignation. A smile lingered on his face and his hope swelled. Something about the way you said “tonight” made him eager.

#mephistopheles #RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGAAHHHH #he’s written so good here

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selfindulgenthell · 1 month

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He got nervous.

#I don’t know how to whistle with my fingers so I didn’t know this until after I finished the drawing #but you don’t use your index and middle finger to whistle with one hand </3 #womp womp #I need yall to pretend for me #whatever. who gives a fart. it’s obvious I only made this because I wanted to draw Mephisto with fingers in his mouth #crossposted on tt btw #mephistopheles #obey me Mephistopheles #obey me smut

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selfindulgenthell · 1 month

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Some Mornings - Mephistopheles

You awoke to fingertips brushing along your face.

Is he brushing my hair out of my face? You wondered, trying not to give away that you were awake.

"...you're so gorgeous..." You heard him mutter.

The corners of your lips tugged up. Oh no, I can't let him know I'm awake.

You tried to calm your anxious heart. The urge you had to kiss him and snuggle into his arms right now. You could imagine a sweet expression on his face from watching you.

Mephisto's bright greens widened when he noticed your lips tugged up into a smile. He smirked. Of course, you were awake.

"What a shame. It appears I can't spend any more time lying here. I do have a lot of work to do today." He spoke with a grin.

You popped open your eyes and sat up. "You don't! Do you?" You exclaimed.

He laughed and shifted closer to you. "Well, good morning. My darling, my sunshine, did you sleep well?"

"You did that on purpose, didn't you?" You questioned.

"And if I did?" He mused, glancing at you.

You laid down right beside him and snuggled into him. He felt his cheeks warm.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?"

You smiled as you pulled away just enough to meet his gaze.

"You wanted my affection, so I'm giving it to you." You responded.

He tsked, a blush across his cheeks. Of course, he wanted your attention. He just never liked to ask it of you. Of course, that wouldn't stop him from giving you a hard time.

"Says the one who wanted to hear what other sweet words I'd say to you, yes?"

You raised your brows. He lowered his eyelids and gave you a smirk. When he saw you still held a look of shock, his expression softened. He chuckled.

"You're absolutely adorable human. I can't imagine not waking up beside you." He spoke tenderly, giving you a warm smile.

Your heart throbbed. He leaned in close, then paused. He glanced down at your lips before he met your hopeful stare.

"My dearest." He pressed his lips against yours.

You melted into his kiss as you further pressed your body into his. When you slowly pulled away, you were met with a tender expression. You snuggled back into him. He gave a brief chuckle. How much he adored you. His lovely human.

#mephistopheles

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selfindulgenthell · 1 month

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NSFW, MDNI

No gender or genitals specified for MC, but they are bottoming. Soft and subby Mephistopheles because that’s how I like em 😏

Imagine Mephistopheles who isn’t sure just how much a human body can withstand, so he fucks you like you’re made of glass. Touches you like the most expensive bottle of demonus, dreading to crack and spill the contents. The way he touches you is almost comically light. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was doing it just to tease you, but you can feel his thighs trembling with the effort it takes him not to rut into you too harshly because you just feel so good-

But Mephisto would sooner die than hurt you, and so musters up all his self control not to carelessly chase his pleasure. He forces his pace to be soft and slow, and when the selfish desire to grip your hips and move you roughly against him threatens to make him lose his good sense, he simply grips the sheets on either side of you tighter. Besides, he thinks you deserve to be made love to, not simply fucked. He wants this to last, and he wants you to feel good for as long as possible.

Now imagine his surprise when it’s your turn to set the pace. The shock and arousal he feels when you ride him like a frenzied animal. You think his efforts to be slow and careful with you are sweet, but that day, you were just in the mood for something faster and harder. For a moment, Mephistopheles doesn’t know what to do with himself when you set such a brutal pace. His hands hover like he’s worried, and he wants to say something, but all he manages when he tries to speak is a moan. You grab him by the hair and kiss him hungrily as you ride him, using his body like a toy for your pleasure the way he had restrained himself from using yours. A part of him feels like he should be offended, but the sight of you blissed out bouncing on his lap makes the vulgar way you fuck him feel so, so worth it.

And as he lets you use him how you like, his gorgeous green eyes are full of love and lust and reverence for the human who captured his heart. Anything to please you.

#if anyone wants to write about this or add on to it #your are SO welcome to 🤤#mephistopheles #obey me Mephistopheles x reader #obey me smut

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selfindulgenthell · 1 month

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hello! could you do solomon with prompt 33? your work is awesome :))

Touch Starved with Solomon

A/N: Thank you so much, anon! I never anticipated this many requests, I'm really happy people like my nonsense thoughts haha. I think this prompt is perfect for Solomon, he definitely comes across as someone that is very touched starved (honestly I could argue the same for practically all the boys, even Asmo in a way..) so this was fun. Sorry it took a while to get to but I hope you enjoy!

Featuring: GN reader || Solomon x reader

Warnings: fluff and perhaps some angst?; needy Solomon, he needs some hugs :(

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Honestly, it came as a surprise to both you and Solomon. Even before dating, you noticed he could tend to get a little touchy-feely with you more than the others, draping an arm across your shoulders or putting his hand on your elbow as he directed you somewhere, or during magic lessons. Hugs sometimes lasted a little bit longer than intended and he always seemed reluctant to pull away.

You thought that was just his nature, that he was this way with everyone. But you eventually noticed he was only this way with you in particular. After you two started dating, you attributed this just to his romantic feelings for you and didn't think much more of it. However, even that didn't seem to explain it completely.

It was a discovery for both of you almost simultaneously. With Solomon's immortality, he'd stopped developing deep connections with regular mortal beings, especially humans, as the years went on. He wanted to be surrounded by community, of course, but it was hard to experience loss over and over as he constantly outlived the people he came to know.

He was even hesitant about dating you, to be honest with himself, because he worried about the same thing happening with you. But his relationship with demons and other sorcerers was strained and focused on business, not friendship, so his social needs sat neglected due to his worries.

That's why, even before getting together with you, he seemed to be coming apart at the seams with want for affection and just simple human touch, and his growing feelings for you certainly didn't help. Now that you two shone the light on the cause of it all, it became clear he was simply touch-starved and helped you figure out what you could provide to him.

Of course, Solomon doesn't want any of the other demons knowing this, anything that may seem embarrassing or showing weakness to them. But he's glad it's out in the open to you. If you respond well and provide him with all the attention he needs, you'll have earned yourself a big cuddly cat of a sorcerer.

Some of his favorite things are just cuddling up close to you at the end of the day, letting you thread your fingers through his hair and leaving soft kisses on his face. (Sometimes he forgets you were playing with his hair and he leaves the room looking like a mess...) He also adores touching your hands, rubbing circles on the top of your hand and kissing your fingers.

Occasionally he slips up and someone else may see how touchy he is with you, Asmo and Simeon often being the witnessing parties, but as long as you're not bothered by it, he'll let it slide. It's just his way of showing his love for you and appreciation for you being by his side.

It also goes without saying that if you aren't particularly into touch, yourself, he will rein himself back so you aren't uncomfortable. Honestly, anything you can afford him is still leagues better than nothing at all, and he wants to be respectful of your boundaries at all times. But just know that he is your sweet, loving, touch-starved sorcerer ready to be by your side whenever he can.

#I’m going insane #Solomon

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selfindulgenthell · 1 month

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next time

Mephistopheles attempts to ask you out on White Day.

a mephisto x mc / reader for white day ! ( ao3 link )

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"Alright. Class dismissed."

Finally.

Mephistopheles lets out the mental groan he's been holding onto since the beginning of class, around three eons ago. (He's exaggerating, obviously, but three hours did feel an awful lot longer today, for some reason.) Normally, being stuck to his chair with his ears almost hurting from hearing the significance of magical potions and their hazards, not only to humans but to angels and demons as well, over and over again, is a tolerable occurrence for him. So now, seeing that he's seemingly over everything that's had happened to him within the span of just one day, irritates the life out of him.

Hastily, and with a hint of recklessness, the RAD Newspaper Club (former) president wastes not a moment in gathering up his things and taking his leave.

Oh, thus he realizes, whilst on his way out.

Maybe that's what's keeping him so preoccupied? The piled-up articles he still has to proofread and publish; the photos in his camera that he's to edit first, then upload to the official RAD Website; and a terrifyingly long list of all the other deadlines he ought to catch up to, academic and personal matters combined.

A sigh of distress escapes the noble demon's lips. Without much thought, he fetches his D.D.D. out of his pocket and the screen immediately comes to life.

03/14/XXXX 4:46 P.M. Today's Daily Reminder: "Don't forget to celebrate White Day in your own, special way!" -Lord Diavolo

Well. That explains it.

Troubled, Mephistopheles runs his fingers through his hair, tousling the locks he made sure to keep as neat and tidy as possible. As much as he desires to fulfill Lord Diavolo's honorable (although sometimes questionable) requests, just how in the Devildom is he to juggle all his tasks and duties at once? He has his work cut out for him today, and for the rest of the week. Such a poor demon he's become. And to make things even more complicated on his end, apparently, he isn't getting any of his listed items done right on schedule. Unfortunately so.

For as if in response to his already-raging psychological turmoil, the universe provides him with the biggest, most troublesome distraction he's yet to learn to ignore and conquer...

Mephistopheles sees you.

"MC!" he calls out from the top of his lungs suddenly, surprising both you and himself as his voice appears to have acted against his will. And the fact that he rushes to your side upon instinct truly isn't helping him in the slightest. "Fancy bumping into you now of all times."

"Mephisto!" You greet him with a smile, and right away, he feels the warmth of you emanating from the center of his chest. "Good work today!"

"Likewise." Mephistopheles places a hand over his heart and bows at you slightly. "Are you heading home now?"

Your polite nod in confirmation to his query earns a rather sharp click of the demon's tongue.

"Isn't it too early for that?" Mephistopheles raises an eyebrow. "Why don't I do you the honor of inviting you out with me for dinner, perhaps? Of course, on behalf of Lord Diavolo and the rest of RAD, we're grateful for your efforts in keeping the exchange program alive!"

The noble demon senses you feeling a little taken aback; and he understands. He figures you're probably aware of how busy he is, considering how tedious it is being the main individual manning the RAD Newspaper Club. Again, even he is growing more and more perplexed at how his body's acting. Doesn't he have so many things to do? How is he able to make it seem like he's got so much time to spare while keeping a straight face? Oh, Diavolo. He no longer recognizes himself at all.

"Uhm..." you find yourself stuttering, evidently unsure as to the kind of answer you'll provide your current pursuer.

"If you're wondering how we'll meet, I'll pick you up at the House of Lamentation by seven." But Mephistopheles is more than ready to hush each and every one of your possible concerns.

Shifting a little of your weight over to your other foot, you hum quite a playful, "Well..."

Crossing his arms, but raising his index finger in the air, the demon proudly declares, "It'll be my treat, MC. Don't worry. I got you."

And you've made up your mind; Mephistopheles recognizes the familiar light in your eyes the moment your gazes briefly met and locked.

"MC, there you are!"

But what perfect timing. In the midst of his persuasion, here comes the residents of Purgatory Hall. And the brothers of the House of Lamentation. And well, basically everyone else you hold very close to your heart.

Clearing his throat in a slight panic, Mephistopheles tries to regain your attention, "MC, please. If you would justー"

He's too late.

"I'm so sorry, Mephisto." It's the sincerest, most bittersweet apology he's been told so far. "Maybe next time!" you add quickly, as you at last get dragged farther and farther away from him.

Down the drain, goes his infrequent chance with you, yet again. Mephistopheles squeezes his eyes closed and chews on his lower lip; his mind all blank, save for the resentfulness looming heavily over him. Forget about his deadlines; his tasks; his duties; his role in the future of Devildom. Is it too much for him to ask a mere moment of your time? Is he never really going to learn more about you at this point?

Mephistopheles doesn't see it as a fair game anymore. He's one of the first few demons who's heard of your name the very day you arrived at the Devildom; and yet at least a minute of decent, proper conversation between the two of you, alone, still remains beyond his reach.

Seeing you share the smile that he is able to somehow find comfort in with everyone else, except him... He admits, it causes a twinge of pain to swell across his chest.

How many next time's have you promised him by now, anyway? He bets you won't remember, either.

But since he isn't the type to just sit in a corner and cry; maybe he just has to keep trying, then? Like the lessons in class, over and over. He must push forward, until hopefully one day, you'll learn to look at him from a perspective different from the one you have of him at present.

...Great.

Looks like he's added yet another questionable thing up his list; which he normally would've called a pain in the rear, but it's you he's thinking of so... You're the exception. His exception. You always are, and always have been.

Guess I'll have to try something harder than initiating conversations, Mephistopheles brings his eyes to the sky and promises; to you and to himself. Next time.

And once he succeeds in this mission of forever, only then can he say...

That he's indeed made the progress he so longs for. With you.

#raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #love watching this guy struggle #but also. ouchies.#mephistopheles #teehee

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Roses for You (15)

This had all started when you noticed a link between a book on the language of flowers you had borrowed from Satan’s room and the current lessons from your Seductive Speechcraft and Magical Potions classes.

In Seductive Speechcraft, you had just reached a section on the effectiveness of spells using non-verbal communication: enchanting glances, dance, and offerings. Meanwhile, in Magical Potions, the professor had been discussing the significance of using specific quantities when concocting potions; they had spent fifteen minutes just providing examples – including adding petals from two different flowers when using them for a love spell.

You couldn’t resist discussing the use of flower language – utilizing the type, color, and quantity of the flowers – to specify the magical intent of an offering as a form of seductive speechcraft. Asmo and Solomon listened intently. The same idea popped into both of their minds, and before you knew it, everyone was looking into color and number meanings, searching for the perfect combination to convey their feelings for you and try to put you under their spell. The only rule for their little competition to charm you? Only roses are allowed.

Will you be charmed by their attempts?

Fifteen Roses - Mephistopheles

Word Count: +1,100

I'm so sorry / Forgive me

You received an unexpected text from Mephisto last night extending an invitation to his home this afternoon. It was rare for him to ask you over – not that you were complaining. The last time he was kind enough to request your presence, you had a wonderful time. You also drank one of the best bottles of Demonus you had ever tried. It was an exciting offer, and you could barely contain your joy as you got ready to leave.

Solomon caught you before you headed out the door. “You’re looking cute. Did we have a date planned that I’m forgetting about?”

“No, sorry Solomon. I’m visiting Mephisto today. He asked me to come over.”

“What for?”

“I don’t know. I’m not going to ruin an invite from Mephisto by asking questions.”

“Do you know when you’ll be back?”

“Afraid not.” You pat Solomon’s cheek playfully. “You’ll be okay until I get back, right? There are leftovers in the fridge if you get hungry. If you try to cook while I’m gone, I won’t come home for two days, got it?”

“Yes, yes. I’ll keep myself entertained outside of the kitchen – all by myself. Maybe I’ll finish up that bottle of bourbon we got the last time we were in the human world.”

“Drink responsibly, please.” You shook your head and double checked that you had your D.D.D., wallet, and house keys.

“Well,” Solomon sighed, “if you’re going to leave me all alone for Mephisto, at least put in a good word for me about forging a pact. He keeps giving me the slip.”

You intentionally ignored him and headed out, offering him a sing-song goodbye as you locked the door behind you.

When you arrived at Mephisto’s home, he was quick to answer the door – almost as if he had been eagerly awaiting your arrival. Mephisto stared at you for a second, appraising you, before he stepped aside and motioned for you to enter.

“Nice of you to make it. Although, I’m surprised you didn’t already have plans.” Mephisto led you through a long, extravagant hallway – one which you knew led to his private sitting room.

“I don’t fill my schedule up with dates, you know? That would be exhausting. Still, even if I had plans, I might have been willing to cancel for you, Mephisto,” you admitted.

Mephisto was grateful that his pace had set him a few steps ahead of you. He would be mortified if you caught the flash of a smile and the blush that painted his cheeks. You had an awful habit of flustering him, and although he had grown more receptive to your flirting, it hurt his pride to be so charmed by you.

Gathering himself and trying to cool his burning face, Mephisto forced out an arrogant huff. “Of course, you would. The invitation itself is an honor.”

“Do you send all of your honorable invites over a text?” You teased, affectionately mocking his attempt to maintain decorum. What was so wrong with wanting to casually spend time with you?

Mephisto remained silent until he reached the double doors that separated the hall from the sitting room. He cleared his throat and added, “I should mention, I prepared a small gift for you.”

With that, Mephisto opened the doors and ushered you inside. The only noticeable potential present was a vase of roses on the coffee table. You pointed to them wordlessly, and Mephisto responded with a quick nod, causing you to break into a grin. It should have been obvious that Mephisto’s pride and competitive nature would encourage him to join in once he heard what everyone was up to, but he was the last person you expected roses from. His tsundere performance had always been the best.

You got closer, examining the vibrant yellow roses with their deep red tips. The color was mesmerizing – reminiscent of fire, like the one burning in Mephisto’s fireplace, but it lacked the distinctive, overwhelming orange hues. Instinctively, your hand reached out to gently trace the ostentatious display, each soft cluster of petals held firm against your caress. Yellow roses with red tips were the most easily recognizable bi-color combination. He was falling in love with you. Your smile widened.

As you continued to admire the roses, you counted fifteen of them, causing the smile to drop. Fifteen was not a number of roses you wanted to receive – least of all when you weren’t expecting them. You turned to look at Mephisto. The combination of meanings left you confused, and you had all but forgotten the color when you asked him, “Why are you apologizing to me?”

Mephisto brought his knuckles firm against his lips, wondering if he could force himself to say it. He dropped his hand and crossed his arms indignantly. Heat rose in his cheeks. “I’m sorry I was cruel to you before – when we first met and for a while after. You didn’t deserve that. It’s just – you were always hanging out with the brothers. With Lucifer. I was still so hurt and lonely back then – it’s not an excuse, but I thought you were going to make everything worse. But then, you didn’t. I don’t feel so lonely or pushed aside anymore. So, I wanted to apologize for everything I put you through.”

“Oh.” Your eyes softened, and your shoulders slumped. It was written all over Mephisto’s face: none of that had been easy to own up to. You had always understood why he seemed to have thorns, and you never expected an apology for it. His treatment of you had changed so much that you assumed it was all bygone. The fact that Mephisto had been holding onto his guilt for so long carved a deep crack into your heart. To keep it from coming apart that very moment, you walked over to Mephisto and wrapped your arms around him, hugging him so tightly that he let out a small noise – although perhaps it was also from surprise.

Mephisto made no move to hug you back. It was as if he had frozen. The room was still and quiet, save from the low crackling of his fireplace. Maybe the heat from the fire slowly reached him, thawing him out. Maybe your body heat helped, too. With trembling hands, Mephisto raised his arms and wrapped them around your back, pulling you closer until he felt that no one but the future king himself might have the power to pry your bodies apart.

A slow, shaky breath escaped Mephisto. He whispered against your skin, “And I’m sorry I didn’t realize I was falling in love with you sooner.”

You knew he loved you. As everyone else had seemed to do, you pushed him away ever so slightly. That short distance was only maintained long enough for you to stare at the embarrassed, wanting look on Mephisto’s face. You pulled him back to you, crashing your lips against his with a desire you hoped would soothe his need. However, when you parted, panting and flushed, that need had only grown.

Mephisto pressed his forehead to yours and extended another invitation: “Stay the night.”

A/N: And that's a wrap on this mini series. Ending on little taste of resolved angst. I hope you all had fun along the way. If you feel like it, let me know which one(s) were your favorite. Can y'all believe I wrote +13k words this month already? I'm working on the October poll fic now - fingers crossed. Anyway, anticipate that. Requests also open on Halloween (check the request guidelines - found through the pinned masterlist - for more information). Have a good, spooky Halloween~

#so sweet #mephistopheles

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selfindulgenthell · 2 months

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but you come back to what you need

pairing: mephistopheles / gn! reader

fluff, tension, mephisto's usual tsun tendencies, mc annoying their way into mephisto's heart etc etc

it's not your fault you enjoy crashing at the newspaper club room for your midday breaks. it's also definitely not your fault for pretending to be asleep when he plants a gentle kiss on your forehead, so it really can't be helped that you're trying to figure out how to get more.

i finally finished it LMFAO... i am so sorry for the delay fellow mephisto lovers....

prompt based off of this tiktok reddit video, although it took its own form eventually. (please give it a listen though it's way too fucking cute)

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"You're here again?" Mephistopheles groans, seemingly annoyed, putting his pen down as you waltz into his office at the newspaper club room. It's spacious— almost as big as Lucifer's study back at home. You immediately find your place at the seating couch situated at the office's side, feeling your body sink into the soft cushion.

"Previous class drained the hell out of me," you groan, watching the demon across you roll his eyes. "I have a week to list out a bunch of plants I've never heard of and their most effective usage. Potions and stuff," you continue anyway.

"Hmph," he ignores the way you blatantly disregard his posed grievance of your visit, trying to return his focus to his paperwork. "...I have some books on Devildom botany on the second shelf."

You stop yourself from laughing at his attempts at being dismissive— as much as he hates admitting it, you eventually figure out that he doesn't mind your daily visits; an occurence that started out of pure accident, no less.

[You recall the first time you barged into his office, out of breath, narrowly escaping Solomon's pure-hearted attempt of making you a surprise lunchbox. You love the sorcerer, you truly do, but you weren't in the mood to have your stomach collapsing onto itself for the next three days. You could only be thankful Simeon gave you a heads up about his plan so you could avoid him during lunch, knowing well enough of your inability to refuse.

"Do me a favor and don't let Solomon know I'm here," he didn't get a chance to retort before you dived to hide behind his chair, just in time as someone started knocking on the office door. With a huff of defeat, he grants the knocker entry— who turned out, to be in fact, the aforementioned sorcerer.

"Mephisto, have you seen my apprentice around? I was meaning to give them homemade lunch, but they ran off right as the bell rang," clearly, the sorcerer was earnest in his actions, but even the demon could feel the malevolent aura emanating from the supposed 'lunch box'.

"No, I have not. I doubt they would come here of their own volition, more especially during break period," he quirked an eyebrow, trying to ignore the almost-vice grip you had on the back of his coat.

"Hm..." Solomon pondered for a second. "That's weird. I thought I saw them run in this direction... I must have been mistaken, then. Thank you anyway, Mephisto!" with that, the clueless sorcerer turned to leave, and it is only when you hear his footsteps fade into the hallways that you breathe a sigh of relief.

Clearing his throat, the demon looks down behind him, and you flash him a bright grin. "I owe you one, Mephisto! You're the best!" you say before quickly wrapping yourself around his back, dashing out of the office before he could say anything in return.

He's relieved you just barely miss the way his face flusters, and the small goofy smile that creeps its way to his face after he double-checks that you're out of periphery.]

You couldn't stop yourself from giggling at the memory while picking out the book from the shelf Mephisto directed to. It's been a few months since then, and although your visits started off sporadic, it eventually became a daily thing— much to the demon's proclaimed inconvenience. A facade, considering no annoyed demon would start keeping an extra teacup in his office that wasn't Diavalo's spare, which just so happened to be your favorite color. Or the fact that that his record player started having your favorite music on rotation— a complete coincidence!— he exclaimed in defense when you pointed it out one day. Or even the fact that his seating area, which once felt like a completely separate space from his work desk, was slightly rearranged so the sofa just so happened to be in a closer, more comfortable viewing and talking range— not to mention the blanket draped over the backrest which also just so happened to be perfect for midday naps.

"—And what might you laughing about? I doubt a book on botany is hardly a comedic masterpiece," he quips, pulling your attention away from the book.

"Mmm," you shift your angle slightly to look at him better. "Just remembered something funny, is all."

Rolling his eyes, he gets up from his chair to the room's small tea station, where a pair of teacups are set out, a tray of snacks also already conveniently prepared.

"Barbatos gave me this blend the other day, it's supposed to help out with stress. I'm guessing it'll be useful for Lord Diavolo as well."

"Mhm," you nod along, your focus already returned to your botany study.

You hear him mumble an incantation— probably some sort of heat spell to boil water, and it's not long after that he sets your cup on the coffee table, along with a select pick of snacks you usually went for first. You would've teased him about how he knows exactly which ones you go for it if not for the fact that you're fully engrossed with Devildom's botany, making steady progress on your assignment.

"Thanks!" the faint scent of something familiar hits your senses, though you couldn't quite put a name on it. "Mm, this tea is quite fragrant."

"If I recall, it's some sort of human realm fruit essence infused in the blend," he explains, taking a book from one of the shelves, sitting down across from you. "Bergamot, I think it was? I took a little sip earlier, and it's pretty good; although I expect nothing less from Barbatos."

"Ah, that's what it was. I knew it smelt familiar."

He mumbles something incoherently, though you can barely make out the words 'humans' and 'calming effects of familiar scents'. It really is laughable how he still feigns not caring.

"Done with newspaper work already? It's rare for you to take a break at this time of day," holding back a laugh at his ridiculousness, you notice a more faintly lax expression on his face.

"I'm already a bit ahead in progress, so I can afford a small break. On the other hand, I didn't think botany would catch your interest," he points out.

"There’s a lot of cool stuff here! I didn't think I'd enjoy researching it this much. Plants in the human realm just kinda... grow?... with some exceptions, of course," with that, you start listing off the ones you chose for your assignment, particularly enthused about plants often used for traditional and ceremonial practices.

Before long, you managed to finish more than half of your task, all that's left being to actually put it in paper. Tea drank and snacks consumed, you let out a pleased sigh before letting out a yawn and a stretch. Without a word, Mephisto stands to return both your book and his back to the shelf. This time, he pulls out a record from the display and goes to play it, which you instantly recognize as a record you recommended to him some weeks ago. Before you can bring it up, he throws a glare your way, preemptively sensing the teasing that was bound to come out of your mouth. You laugh at him instead, sparing him actual words (for now).

"Fine, fine, I'll shut up and just take a nap. Happy, newspaper boy?"

Groaning at the nickname, he walks over back to his desk. "Do whatever you want. And I already told you to stop calling me that."

"Mmhm," is all you can say, already comfortably in place with the couch blanket draped over yourself, the soft music from the phonograph combined with being filled from the tea and snacks already starting to lull you into deep relaxation. You hear Mephisto grumble something, and you notice his gaze towards you when you turned your head to look at him— one he quickly broke, pretending he wasn't caught.

"Did'ya say something?" your eyelids grow heavy, sleep starting to take over.

"...Nothing. I'll wake you up before your next class."

"I know you will," you mumble before dreaming away.

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You're not certain how long you dozed off, but the slight shuffling of an office chair lulled you out of dreamland. Still being sleepy however, your eyes opted to remain closed, hoping to grasp every second of slumber before your afternoon classes. They remained closed when you hear a familiar demon's grumbling noises as he threw another batch of proposal articles in the bin, and they remained close when you sense him quietly walk over to you, his form slowly leaning down over your face. He's so close that you could feel his breath tickle your nose, and you might be hallucinating it, but you think you feel his heart beating a mile a minute.

"Tsk..." you hear him huff out, fingers carefully tucking your hair off your face.

"...I'll never understand why you keep coming back to me," this time, his tone is a lot more soft, you almost didn't recognize it. Half your conscience is telling you to come clean and open your eyes, but you suck it and keep up the act, wanting to see where it goes. You just hope he doesn't notice your own heart beating a mile a minute. You sense him inch closer

"What am I saying..." he whispers to himself.

"...Please keep coming back to me."

In what felt like a blur, you feel the warmth of his lips silently land on the center of your forehead. He lingers there for a few seconds, before you feel him pull away.

Come back, is what you wanted to say, but words have left your throat, and you almost forget you're supposed to be pretending to be asleep.

"...Ugh," he huffs out again, feeling his hair tickle your neck as he lays his head next to yours in exasperation. He snaps out of it in a flash, and you think it slipped his mind that he wasn't supposed to be caught— so much for that anyway, you think. He walks back to his desk, mumbling to himself, and before your mind could start overthinking about what just happened, you slowly sink back into comfort, the last string of thought your mind provided was how much you wanted him to do it again.

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You wake up fully this time, by Mephisto snatching the blanket from your sleeping form— keep it up and you'll be late for your last class!, he chastises, and you only groan out a pleading 'five more minutes,' in response.

It's not until a few minutes after you get up that it clicks— that wasn't a dream.

Mephistopheles really kissed you in your sleep.

Sure, it was on your forehead, but now you can't help but continue thinking about it. You thought about it as you waved him goodbye as you left the club room, you thought about it the whole time in class, and you thought about it all the way back to the HoL, where you finally let out a muffled scream as you buried your head in your pillow.

You want him to do it again. You wanted him to kiss your forehead, then your cheek, then your—

"Hey, dinner's ready!~" Asmodeus' intrusion cut off your thoughts, but you couldn't even be bothered to care about dinner.

"Hey Asmo?" you ask. The Avatar of Lust perks his brow up in acknowledgment.

"Yes dear?~" it's scary how it's like he can sense what you were thinking...

"...You got any ideas how to get someone to kiss you while awake and not asleep on his couch?"

#CUTE 😭#Mephistopheles

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selfindulgenthell · 2 months

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Could you pretty please do some “how they would try to court you” (not in a ABO way, but in a Devildom dating culture way), headcanons / scenarios with Mammon, Beel, and Diavolo?

PAIRINGS: Mammon, Diavolo & Beel x reader (all separate)

NOTE: Let me say this- I love love LOVE requests like these!!! Any time I can write about stuff like this it makes me kick my feet and giggle. Also sorry this is so late- life is a hectic atm 🫠

CW: gender neutral reader, mentions of possessiveness, minor suggestive themes (mainly in Diavolo’s part)

How They Would Try to Court You (feat. Mammon, Beelzebub and Diavolo) (Headcanons)

MAMMON

Mammon’s a lot like his crow familiars- especially when it comes to courting. Combine that with his sin of greed and you’re in for a time!

He’s greedy, so it only makes sense that he wants all of the time. Whether it’s just laying around in your room or even just walking to class, he’s right by your side. People are starting to get used to see him literally everywhere you go. He might as well be perched on your shoulder like your own personal crow

You start to find little trinkets left for you- courtesy of Mammon. Those pairs of earrings you were eyeing at the boutique? You found them on your pillow when you got back from class. The cute pin you says reminds you of him? It's already in your locker. The items are usually something small, but still meaningful to you

Nests!! When you see a cozy bundle of blankets and pillows in both of your rooms, and how Mammon is very adamant (ie. very nervous of your approval) that you have to lay it, you feel like he have no choice but to get in it. It's so comfortable that when he sees you instantly relax he can't help but let his chest puff out in pride (and he may have let out a coo or two when he saw how peacefully you were sleeping)

Speaking of cooing- he’s humming around you too now. It's cute actually, and it makes him blush whenever you comment on it (he even does it without realizing it sometimes, which makes it even more adorable). You start to catch it when you praise him for something, but he starts doing it even more outside of it. He tries to play dumb about it, but he's really happy (and relieved) that you love how his voice sounds (it's what he was hoping for)

He starts to flash show his demon form to you more. It stemmed from your praise at his photo shoot, and ever since then he's been stretching his wings around you. Graze your fingers across them and Mammon would be putty in your hands

Mammon has always been selfish, especially when it comes to you. It’s obvious what he’s trying to do, but you’re still a bit surprised when he gets serious about it. The nights where he asks you not to leave, where he tightens his grip around you and buries his face into your neck, he means it

He wants to prove to you that he’s the only one you need, that you don’t need any other demon but him

BEELZEBUB

Beel’s courting style is simple, yet effective!

Despite it being a while since Beel felt this much of a pull towards someone like this, he really does try his best

He makes sure you’re well fed and never hungry- he knows how he can get on an empty stomach, plus he has to make sure you’re taken care of! It starts to become a very common sight to see Beel feeding some of his food to you, which leaves the others shocked, but he’s unfazed by it. They’ll even catch you bringing you food to share and not the other way around they’re used to

Beel is also like Mammon in a way- always by your side. Whether he’s just stuffing his face or observing something else, he’s right behind you like a second shadow. You didn’t realize how intimidating it was until you started to wonder why so many people started to steer clear of you- literally

(It wasn’t on purpose but Beel wasn’t complaining)

He also starts to work out around you more. You’ve always been amazed at his muscles, awed at how he lifts hundreds of pounds with ease. He’s never been one too full of pride, but the sensation bubbling inside of his chest made him want to show you more. His regular workouts, his fangol games, practice- he wanted you there for it all

Beel can’t explain it, but putting his strength on display for you feeds into a growing urge that’s hard to suppress. He wants to show you how strong he is, how easily he can protect you if something were to arise. The fanged grin on his face when he sees you cheering for him leaves him motivated to do even more

Sometimes he’ll slip into his demon form because of how excited he gets seeing you (which in turn makes his opponents/teammates nervous)

Soft bites- it happened by mistake the first time. Beel accidentally bit your finger while you were trying to feed him. He didn’t break any skin or hurt you, but when you bit him (playfully) in return something…changed inside of him after that. He wanted to do it more- leave your skin littered with marks done by him. And he wants to feel your own blunt teeth bite into him (even if you don’t leave a mark). It’s become a cute memory and another inside joke between you both

(Even if it makes him want to go feral everytime he sees your bite marks)

Beel also scents you! He has the strongest sense of smell in the house (and probably one of the strongest in the entire Devildom), so being able to leave his scent on you isn’t a problem. Lending you his clothes (which the sight of you with them does something to him too), wrapping you in his own blankets while burying his face into your neck- you don’t know why he’s been so cuddly lately but you’re not complaining (and neither is he)

Beel isn’t much of the possessive type, but he’s not willing to share you with any other demon outside of his family. Even then, his primal urge is somewhat satiated knowing that he’s left his mark(s) on you for others to see- and plans on leaving more to show that you’re his

DIAVOLO

The Future King of the Devildom has been lonely for some time now- so forgive him if he goes a bit…overboard in his methods

Remember how he was when you ate the pudding humans weren't allowed to eat? Imagine that type of behavior but with no restrictions

Expect to be adorned in the finest jewelry/outfits you could get in all of the Devildom. It gets to a point where you’re wearing literal millions- all he does is laugh at your shocked expression and waves off your worries. It’s not like he can’t afford it- plus he wants to see you in it all! (and show you how easy he can provide for you)

He’s a lot more bolder than he usually is during this time too (not that he wasn’t bold to begin with). He’s…just not holding back anymore

He’s more open with his touch, his hands finding his way to you a lot more common now. Whether it's out in public or behind closed doors, Diavolo can't seem to keep his hands to himself. The looks you get from people when you're out together make you a little embarrassed, but he holds his head up high anyway (which you're not surprised- he is the ruler still, not like they can say much anyway)

But Diavolo doesn't mind the looks- he wants them actually. He wants people to see you with him, to know that you're with him and that nothing is going to change that. That you're his and his alone. A part of him is tempted to keep you locked inside for his eyes only, but he knows that it wouldn't be right to do that to you

But he does invite you over to the castle more, which somewhat helps his urges. You’re waited on hand and foot by Diavolo, who doesn’t mind at all- he sent Barbatos away on “important tasks” (ie. give him alone time with you). It’s adorable how earnest he is in taking care of you, even if it’s something minimal as holding the door for you or feeding you himself

He’s in his demon form too, and thrives off of your attention- to see how you admire him makes his chest swell with pride. You’re in awe at his form (which makes sense since it’s a rare sight to see), and he loves it. He craves it. He encourages you to touch his wings and have your fingers graze his horns- just be careful not to tug on them too hard, unless you want to really get him riled up more than he is now

Diavolo is also like Beel in wanting to see his marks and scent left on your skin. He shows restraint, and it’s only ever done in spots he can see (mostly). There may be a dark splotch or two on your neck from when he got carried away (or when he wanted to show others that you already belong to someone)

Diavolo really hasn’t felt like this over anyone in years- Hell, probably in his entire life. He really has become enamored with you during your time in the Devildom that he can’t imagine loving someone else. You truly have made his life brighter with your presence

He understands that you can’t stay here forever, but that doesn’t mean that you can’t become mates regardless, right? Or rather, who’s going to stop him?

#so cute #Mammon #Diavolo

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selfindulgenthell · 2 months

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Just For Today

Genre: Fluff

Character: Mephistopheles

Type: Oneshot

MC: gender neutral they/them

Summary: While working on an article in the club room Mephistopheles is visited by MC

A/N Pspspsps Mephistopheles likers come get your soup. Also, this hasn't been proofread. Sorry for the mistakes. This is also my first story thing and English isn't my first language, but I tried my best. Again sorry for the mistakes.

A knock sounded on the door of RAD’s newspaper club. Mephistopheles was currently the only club member in the room; all the others had gone home about an hour ago. He got up from his chair and walked over to the door. Maybe one of the other members had forgotten something? It was a bit strange for a member of the club to knock on the door however.

It was not a member of the newspaper club standing outside the door. When Mephistopheles opened the door he was met with the sight of a shivering MC. They gave him a polite smile but it looked kind of weird probably because MC’s teeth were chattering.

“Hi Mephistopheles, would it be okay if I stayed here for a bit?” MC asked.

Mephistopheles looked at MC’s pitiful form and let out a loud sigh before stepping to the side so MC could walk in.

“Just this time. What happened to you anyway?” Mephistopheles answered while closing the door.”

MC’s uniform jacket was completely drenched which was probably the reason for their shivering.

“Mammon, Satan and I were cleaning one of the classrooms. They got into an argument and Satan tried to throw a bucket of water at Mammon. As you can see it splashed me instead of Mammon.” MC explained while gesturing to their soaking wet jacket with shaking hands.

Why was he not surprised it involved some of those pesky brothers?

“Take off your jacket, you're going to get water all over the place. You can put the jacket on the chair over there and sit on the couch while I work. Please do not disturb me any more than you already have.”

MC did as Mephistopheles had instructed and placed their wet uniform jacket on the chair he had pointed at. They were lucky the uniform jacket was sort of thick else way they would probably be soaked to the bone. They were still freezing though. Every limb of their body was shaking as MC sat down. Mephistopheles had returned to his desk and was now writing his article. The room was dead silent, Mephistopheles quite enjoyed the slice it made it easier to focus. But the silence was soon broken by the chattering of MC’s teeth.

Mephistopheles looked up from his work. He was going to tell MC to quiet down but he stopped the moment his eyes landed on the shivering frame of MC. It would appear that MC’s shivering had only gotten worse, they looked like a pathetic wet cat. Letting out a sigh Mephistopheles got up from his chair and walked over to MC while unbuttoning his uniform jacket. With stiff motions, he wrapped his jacket around MC’s shaking body.

“Oh, thanks Mephistopheles.”

“Don’t thank me, I'm only doing this because your chattering teeth stop me from working.”

Once again Mephistopheles returned to his desk. However, he could not focus; he kept sneaking glances at MC every once in a while. How irritating. He wanted to do nothing more than get back to work yet he could not stop looking at this dumb human. You know what he was just going to ignore them. He had better things to do than be worried and irritated because of some human. Mephistopheles tried to ignore MC he really did. But for some reason, he just could not do it.

“How annoying. You know you and those brothers are nothing but trouble.”

Mephistopheles did not receive any response. Looking up from his work yet again he was met with the sight of MC’s head slowly tilting down. Were they sleeping? A shake tore through their body and MC’s eyes snapped open. Mephistopheles just shook his head and looked away. MC repeated the action over and over again. They would close their eyes only to be awoken by the cold shiver running through their body. Eventually, MC’s sleepiness started to rub off on Mephistopheles. He let out a small yawn and furrowed his brows. There was no way he could get any work done now. Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Mephistopheles got up from his chair one final time.

He walked over to the couch MC was sleeping on, or trying to sleep on. After standing in front of the couch for a few seconds before he finally sat down beside MC. They stared at him with sleepy eyes before their head tilted downwards again. Mephistopheles just waited for one of Mc’s shivers to wake them up and sure enough, a shiver travelled up their spine rudely waking MC up.

“This is a one-time thing, okay?” Mephistopheles huffed wrapping his arms around MC.

MC drifted off to sleep again but this time they did not wake up. Now that they were safely tucked against Mephistopheles’ chest no shivers could get to them.

“This is just for today.” Mephistopheles quietly said, leaning back.

The drowsiness was slowly getting to him.

“Just for today” and with that Mephistopheles fell asleep with MC in his arms.

#teehee <3 #mephistopheles

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selfindulgenthell · 2 months

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prompt: "where did you learn that?"

your first kiss with mephistopheles leaves him stunned in all the right ways.

pairing: mephistopheles x gn!reader

content: nsfw. courtship and kissing. <3

word count: 1k

Mephisto told himself before your first date that he would court you properly, like any demon of his status should. He watched his fellow classmates at RAD tempt you with lazy gestures and pompous declarations that you should give them a chance to woo you. Their sloppy attempts to earn your favour and affections failed, and he secretly enjoyed their dejected expressions. You deserved better, and he knew he would succeed where they did not.

Human nature was so fascinating. There were parts of your personality that he saw in class—your eagerness to learn, your friendly countenance with other students—and he assumed you were simply trying to fit in.

What captivated his interest was your kind-hearted generosity and determination to do what you thought was right, even when the odds were stacked against you. You were much more expressive in the company of demons you trusted, such as Prince Diavolo or Lucifer and his siblings. He felt genuine pride when you eventually included him in that precious circle of demons you learned to trust.

He learns the hidden parts of your personality now that you’re officially dating. You have different smiles, but the sweetest and most enticing is the one you offer him when your eyes meet across the classroom. You’ve always been opinionated, but your fiery passion and stubborn insistence shine when you do homework together and engage in lighthearted debates after school.

The bashful look on your face when he surprises you with small gifts, or when he insists he pays for your dinner dates, stirs something dark and lustful within him. He can hear your heartbeat quicken in your chest when you tentatively brush your fingers with his before daring to lace your fingers together properly. You bite your lip and try to avoid his gaze, but you can’t hide the way your cheeks dimple from your wide smile.

The shadowy creature that lurks in the most primitive part of his brain urges him to taste your lips and claim your body every chance he has. When he brushes his lips against the back of your hand, or when he presses a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth, your eyes darken with poorly-concealed desires of your own. He knows he could press you against the wall and kiss you breathless, or pull you onto his lap in the backseat of his car and rut against you, but he resists.

He will take things slow and do things properly, because he believes that’s what you deserve.

Tonight’s date was wonderful, much like any of the others: a fine dinner at your favourite restaurant; a rich, chocolatey dessert split between you; and he escorted you back to the House of Lamentation before any of the brothers could complain about your whereabouts.

You stare at the small package in your hands—a rare Devildom novel you mentioned in passing to him once—and your eyes shine with so many emotions, he can’t track them properly. He wonders if perhaps he miscalculated his choice. Was the gift too extravagant this early in your relationship? He didn’t think so—he didn’t care about the cost, because he knew it was something you wanted.

He glances at this hands while fidgets with his gloves in the heavy silence after. He doesn’t realize how close you are until he looks up again. All he can see are the blurry features of your face, eclipsed by the lust-glazed brilliance of your eyes. You suddenly lean forward and kiss him, and your mouth muffles the surprised noise he makes in the back of his throat. He stumbles slightly from the weight of your chest pressing against his before he regains his balance and steadies you both.

His hands hang awkwardly at his sides—he wants to touch you, but where would be appropriate? He settles them gingerly on your waist, and you whimper your approval and kiss him again.

Your scent envelops him as your warm lips trade heated kisses. Your hands are clenched in the expensive jacket he wears, but he doesn’t give a damn about anything else right now, except for you. You can ruin everything he has, if it means you’ll keep kissing him like this. Your mouth slots so perfectly against his, and there's a hint of chocolatey sweetness from dessert that he chases with his eager mouth.

His chest rumbles beneath your palms, and pleasure shoots through him like a current when you reciprocate with a quiet moan of your own. His hands slide up your back so he can wrap his arms around you. He feels your tongue swipe tentatively across the seam of his mouth and he parts his lips for you. You taste even better this way, and the slick sounds of your kiss are more pronounced now.

All this time he thought he was the greedy one, until your tongue suddenly licks into his mouth and curls around his own. Your kiss is sinful and relentless in your effort to taste and explore him; the dark beast inside him howls with satisfaction at your eagerness to claim him.

He groans when you draw his bottom lip between your teeth and suck, finally releasing him after a playful nip of your teeth. He mirrors the action, kissing your bottom lip gently and letting his fang graze the sensitive skin before he finally breaks the kiss; you pull back from him with a shuddering gasp.

He feels like he could drown in the black, glittering pools of your lust-glazed eyes. He rests his forehead against your own while you both pant heavily into the small gap between you.

“Where—” he falters when his voice cracks, his throat suddenly parched dry, “—where did you learn that?” He’s the demon here, but he feels utterly seduced by you and your wicked ways.

You lick your lips and you seem almost shy now that the passionate daze has faded from your mind. You’re not sure what to say, so you respond the only way you can think of.

“Was it okay?” you ask him nervously. You’re not sure how your kiss compares to the lovers someone like Mephisto might’ve had in the past, but the delighted gleam in his eyes is encouraging.

He doesn't answer, but a slow, wicked smile spreads across his face. Your eyes dart to his mouth where a hint of fang peeks through, and he purrs with satisfaction when he notices. His arms tighten around you and he leans forward to kiss you again, eager to show you some tricks of his own.

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