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Levi: Solomon isn't answering his D.D.D.

MC: I'll call.

Levi: Asmo and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi—-

Solomon: Hello?

#gjdhdjdjj

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It’s always “Levi has two penises like a snake!” until I mention Lucifer’s cloaca 🙄

#LMAO

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LMAO

#obey me #obey me! #obey me swd

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#PLEASE

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So like,,, is season 4 ever coming out or what

#obey me swd #obey me

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celestial magic runs through his veins 🤍

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Solomon replenishing the floating jelly spell in Levi’s room

#I’ve never been so in love with a man in my life 💕💖

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there’s no such thing as a coincidence… 

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🔞 what you've been waiting for - solomon x reader

has ;

frottage, "bottom" solomon

notes ;

i hate "warning" for a bottom character but if i just leave it as is this oneshot sounds boring :/ minors dni!

There were few things one can do to make Solomon's mind go blank. You pressing gently on his shoulder to ease him against the headboard while you kissed him like it was the last thing you'd ever do was clearly one of those things.

If he thought about it, Solomon might be able to map out how things had gotten this far. You came over to study, sitting side-by-side on his bed with books surrounding you. Half of the time was spent studying, while the other was spent with him showing you simple 'magic tricks' and you begging him to teach you. When he levitated your phone out of your hand to hold away from you, he had meant it as a joke. But you always knew how to get the upper hand, and you ended up straddling him and placing yourself on his thighs. Solomon short-circuited, staring at you in shock.

When you leaned forward and kissed him, he thought it was a joke.

His thoughts were almost confirmed when you grabbed your phone with a triumphant grin, and disappointment sank heavy in his chest. With your attention on the screen, he let his face fall a fraction. But then, he saw you send a quick message before turning the phone off and tossing it to the side. It bounced off his bed and landed on the ground with a soft thump, almost as loud as his heart was beating. You leaned again, stopping just inches away, before asking if you could continue. Solomon had never stumbled over a one-syllable yes before that moment.

Solomon was not inexperienced by any means. Ask the right demon, and they might argue he was too experienced. Such was the result of a life as long and intertwined with the supernatural as his.  He had preferences, sure, strengths to play to and more experience in some areas than others, but he was not insecure in his ability to perform.

Yet he still found himself entirely unsure of what to do with his hands. They tentatively found their way to your waist and back, feather-light touches above your school uniform. It was as if he was worried that, when he applied too much pressure, you would come to your senses and realize you were on top of him and then you'd leave.

But how could you blame him? This was you, someone so magnificent that even calling you an angel didn't seem adequate. You were the most sought after being in the Devildom, and you had access to power and opportunity that no human, other than himself, had access to. You could have anything you wanted - forgive him if he was astounded that it was him.

When you pulled away, he almost whined, but had enough practice in minting composure to hold it back. You didn't move too far, ducking your head to instead kiss at his neck. Instantly, he stiffened - when you separated to look at him, he had to stop himself from pulling you back.

"Is it alright if I leave a mark?" You asked sweetly. Even though the room was dim, he could tell your lips were ever so slightly swollen. His face felt like it was on fire, but he hoped he seemed a fraction as put-together as you did. 

Solomon swallowed thickly. "Go ahead," he murmured, voice kept purposely low so it wouldn't give out on him.

The kiss you pressed to his jaw was fleeting, but it was enough to distract him while you left a trail of more kisses on his neck. You settled on a spot beneath his collar, and he finally gained the impulse to contribute. Solomon the wise, indeed. "Higher."

You paused, and he could hear the laugh you gave under your breath before following his request. Your lips fell just above what would be covered by the school uniform, where it would certainly draw attention in contrast with the green. His breath hitched when your lips latched onto him. Unfocused, his gaze fell to the papers still on the bed. We should probably move those…

Solomon only realized he had said that out loud when you grinned up at him, having finished with your first mark. He nearly flushed even redder in horror, and the way you cupped his face a bit too tightly so you could feel the squish of his cheeks only made his embarrassment grow.

"We can do that," You answered, releasing his face and pressing a kiss to his cheek. Could you feel the heat he knew was burning inside him? A combination of flames, embarrassment, anticipation, and so much more that all he could feel was hot? "But first, I'd like to make sure your attention is on me."

"It is," He assured just before your lips met. The first few were short, chaste almost, little tokens of an affection he hadn't been given in years. He repeated himself a few times after each kiss, until you started lingering longer to shut him up. Reward or punishment, and for what, Solomon didn't care. He just brought one hand up to hold your face, cocoon chasing after you each time you separated like a second apart would kill him. 

Instead of your lips, he felt your finger press gently against him, easing him back. If you hadn't been so amused, Solomon would've fallen right back into feeling mortified. Yet you didn't move, not until he realized you were toying with his belt. 

"I'll take care of the books," you said, attaching a silent request for him to take off his pants. He did, trying to ignore how he consciously made sure he didn't sound too eager. When you came back, you didn't seem to mind that he was already half hard. In fact, you seemed to grow bolder, keeping your bodies close yet just far enough from where Solomon wanted you that he considered rushing into things and finally asking for some sort of friction.

You were on him again, though, not wasting any time (or maybe just preventing him from tripping over his own words.) Finally having convinced himself that you were certain in what you were doing, he returned in kind, a new confidence in the way his lips moved against yours and how his hands fell on your waist. One of your hands was threaded in his hair, running in a small pattern that felt so nice. The other was on his shoulder, and he wondered if that was uncomfortable - until you surprised him and rolled your hips, grinding against him and smiling when he gasped against your lips.

He didn't know how to encourage you to keep going without embarrassing himself, so instead he helped you lift yourself up and met your hips with his own when you rolled them again. You grunted and bit your lip - your faces were almost too close for him to properly see your expression, but what he could see drove him mad. Right when he thought he had gathered himself, you turned the tables on him again. Rather than think it was unfair, he decided to reward you for your spontaneity. He wasn't exactly the most vocal guy, but if his smallest noises spurred you to continue, there really was no point in holding himself back.

When he was awarded brief moments of clarity, he wondered if this was what you wanted. He was already half naked and less than composed while you still looked picture-perfect, save for a few loose buttons and a light blush. That damn skirt, cute as it was, let you get as close as you wanted without sacrificing any of your apparent self control. Your breath suddenly hitched, drawing his attention, and he instinctively pulled you closer to him so you were pressed flush against him. He could hear your breathing now that you were closer. Fleetingly, he hoped he wasn't being as obvious about his satisfaction as he thought he was.

"How far do you want to go?" You asked, panting. Solomon panicked when you leaned back, thinking he had jinxed himself by letting his thoughts stray. If he had been in less of a daze, Solomon could very easily figure out just how eager you were to continue, too. Yet he was too preoccupied, too caught up in his own thoughts to give you a straight answer.

Did he know what he wanted? Of course he did. He wanted to take everything he could have. Anything you'd give him. This was further than he ever thought possible, and yet you asked him if he wanted more? You, the one who had been with demons (and you most certainly have, he knew, from the marks peeking out of your uniforms to their smug faces to Asmo's own hints), wanted him? He couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't lose himself in his own greed and indulge in a moment that would assuredly never come again.

"Hey." Your gentle voice brought him back to reality, where he realized you were hovering just above him and immediately worried he did something wrong. "What do you want, Solomon?"

So much. He wanted to pull you as close as he could get you, to have your lips on his until he couldn't breathe, to have forced everything out of his mind except for the way your warmth mixed deliciously with his, burning and overwhelming and comforting all at the same time. He wanted to be yours in a way nobody else was - he had no pact to give, and the matter of his soul was contentious, but he'd be happy to offer up every fiber of his being that was left to give. If only you'd stay and indulge him a little longer.

"You. Just you," He finally breathed, as if 'just you' wasn't insulting, as if it didn't imply you were the entire universe and everything worth keeping, and maybe, just maybe, he could be part of that for now.

When you brought your hips back down, grinding slow and torturous against him, the uncertainty was gone and Solomon melted in your hands. 

#I WILL NOT BE VULGAR IN THE TAGS. #I WILL. NOT. BE VULGAR IN THE TAGS!! #HOMIE THIS IS CHOICE

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so apparently Indiana Jones was inspired by adventure stories that were inspired by King Solomon

so I had to sketch this, obviously

#AAAAAAHSHSHDHHHHHHH #BABE I’M SCREAMING WITHOUT THE S

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I imagined saying goodbye to Luke too hard while in the car listening to the song from up and now I’m bawling my mf eyes out ✌🏻😔

#obey me #luke obey me

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minors dni ♡ degradation, penetration, some praise, slight dacryphilia, u are a demon

“you can tell me off, you know.” solomon shudders, animal senses on high alert as you drag your half-formed claws down his chest and over his stomach, around to his lower back, only to settle on the hips you love to bruise so much. every fine line you leave burns that little bit, but none of it compares to the heady stare you’ve got fixed on him, daring him to follow through.

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#FUCK OP YOU POPPED OFF WITH THIS ONE HOLY SHIT #😳😳😳😳😳😳😳

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#posts that make you go hehehee wow 😳 #mammon (affectionate)

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