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thebellearchives · 1 year

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𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 🔞 minors dni

~ solomon ; obey me

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : after a late night talk with you Solomon discovers he’s not as alone as he thinks he is

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : smut, fem!reader, pet names (sweetheart, darling, princess, reader calls him Sol), biting, slight bondage???, fingering, vaginal sex, a bit of hair pulling, creampie, fluff/comfort at the very end

‧₊˚ a / n : this is set on lesson 46-12, there are some context spoilers but i think it should be fine?? if i missed anything that i should add to the content warnings please let me know ~

The room was dark and the quiet night had been unexpectedly interrupted by heavy breathing, the rustling of clothing coming off in between the sheets, and the fulfilling sounds of mouths kissing in complicit lust. Solomon hovered over you, his arms supporting his weight at each side of your face. Your arms slithered from his naked chest to the back of his neck, fingers grasping his soft silvery white hair and eyes lingering over his inked pale skin. The way the complicated patterns of seemingly infinite pacts threaded with one another and decorated his body was mesmerizing, and when you breathed in through your mouth you could even taste a hint of his worn out cologne in the air. A slight uncertainty clouded your mind for a minute, not knowing if you were getting high off his scent or his touch.

“I thought i’d never get a chance like this” he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath making you shiver and sigh “wherever you go they follow, they never left you alone, i had lost most hope…”

And even then, he was still right. As if the brothers would ever leave you alone, the twins were still sleeping in the room next door. Biting your lip, you hoped to be as quiet and you thought you were being. Not like you could’ve thought about it much longer though, because Solomon’s hot tongue stole a taste of your skin and you jolted, panting and tugging his hair, he groaned.

“I’m so glad you still found your way to me” you could barely speak when one of his hands slid down your exposed skin, feeling as much of you as he could and making his way to your core “I feel like i’ve waited forever for you to come try something.”

His lips came back looking for yours and you gladly welcomed him with a kiss the both of you longed for. His fingers slid across your folds and you hitched a breath, he smiled into the kiss in teasing mischief and you thought your heart might’ve skipped a beat at that. Solomon’s thumb started rubbing circles at your nub. You broke the kiss with a sharp breath, hands flying back to his shoulders in order to somehow stabilize yourself from your own body’s reactions.

“Sol…” His lips pressed against yours in hopes of swallowing any sound. When his lips parted ways with yours for a small moment a small moan scraped from between your teeth, arching your back in response to the circular motion of his thumb.

“Shh, be quiet sweetheart, you don’t want to wake up your body guards do you?” immediately after the words left his mouth, you felt one of his fingers slipping inside of you. You huffed through your nose in annoyance, how exactly did he expect you to keep quiet? “you’re so wet princess, i wonder why?”

Cocky bastard. You pulled him back onto your lips, but instead of kissing him you bit his lower lip.

“Shit, alright, sorry” he giggled. But he didn’t mean it, because it was easy for him to slip another finger while pumping them in and out, crooking his fingertips slightly.

“Fuck, Solomon” you whined, a pleasured groan scratched in your vocal chords in the way out. His other hand went in search of one of your breasts. The touch of his long slender fingers grasping on your skin as if he was clutching the very bedsheets underneath, teasing the areola and then rolling the hardened nipple playfully. Solomon’s ghostly grey eyes glistened with the faint moonlight coming through the window and stared at you in fascination, dilated pupils reveling in the expression on your face.

“You’re so fucking beautiful” his husky and agitated voice sounded like music to your ears.

Your eyes started to get hazy, your thoughts were scattered around the fiery feeling of the friction of his fingers moving in and out of you, the rubbing of his thumb on your clit, his other hand massaging your breast. The bliss of his touch was building up more and more and your throat closed up in a desperate attempt of silence.

“Sol- I- I’m-” Your nails dug on his skin, you almost choked on your own saliva, shutting your eyes.

“Not yet darling” everything stopped at once, and you immediately fluttered your lashes open in search of him. You were about to protest, but when he shifted his position in between your legs you felt the tip of his member threatening at your entrance.

“You’re ready for me yet?”

“Yes” the reply came almost immediately “yes”

He grabbed his cock and gathered the arousal dripping out of you, making your thighs jerk and hug his hipbones. You let out yet another annoyed whine. He giggled at your reaction, and bent forwards to give you a tender kiss when he finally started sliding inside you at a tortuously slow pace.

“Fuck, you’re so needy” he tried to keep his cool, but the raspiness of his voice and the slight falter of his words was unmissable to you.

A hushed exhale hissed its way out through his teeth as your walls ultimately enveloped him completely. You pulled him down on top of you from his neck until his chest hit against yours. He gasped at the gesture, then gave you a moment to adjust. Wandering hands explored the path of the curves of your silhouette in desire, and he felt like getting drunk on the shaky breath your mouth poured in between his lips. His long slender fingers traveled across your arms towards your wrists to hold them above your head.

“You can move” you whispered.

His body glided on top of yours, slowly doing what you asked for, a fine layer of sweat on your bodies acting as glue. One of his arms slithered under the curve of your lower back to hold you close to him, and his right hand slid across your neck and into the roots of your hair. You tried to move your hands back to his silky locks, but soon discovered your wrists were bound together, and wouldn’t move where you wanted them to. He must’ve used magic.

“Such a pretty princess…” he managed to whisper while building up a rhythm “guarded by angels and demons… waiting for me, sitting pretty on the throne…”

Waiting, waiting and waiting, that was what your relationship with him was all about. Waiting for him to talk more to you, to let his eyes linger more on you, to make a move at all. Wishing for more time with him, wishing for the courage to confess the feelings that burned in your chest like wildfire whenever the sorcerer’s silver eyes laid over you ever so slightly. You rolled you eyes and let your head fall back as his hips thrusted rhythmically against yours, the angle brushing your clit just right and panting, gasping for air and hoping it would fan the flames that were starting to deliciously consume your body. He planted little kisses on your chin, trailing your jawline.

“I still managed to fool them all for you” his trusts became harder with his statements, he started whispering in your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine “i fooled them all for you tonight”

Your eyes widened at the realization. Fooled them all. Getting rid of Lucifer’s power and influence by shrinking him with the perfect excuse, and knowing the little antic would keep Satan and Mammon entertained enough to leave you alone for a at least a while. Guiding you across Levi’s fictional world with only the twins for company, the two brothers he could easily get rid of by sorting them together in a room so he could share the remaining one with you. He’s a genius, you thought. He toyed with demons like he would with chess pieces. His tongue ran down to the crook of your neck, teeth caught your skin and you felt his sharp canines playfully looking forward to leave a mark on you, provoking a moan roll off your tongue.

“I don’t need demons or angels, i need you.” the confession left your mouth like a waterfall, and you knew you couldn’t stop it, because your mind started to get cloudy and all you could think about was the way he was driving you mad. The fact that it was him, your mentor for whom you’d harbored an intense love for such a long time “i’m just a human, and i was made for a human, you.”

“Say that again” he was the one who sounded needy then, and somehow you were so aware of everything, that you felt the throbbing of his veins stimulate you from the inside and hinting at how close he was of his own release, you felt the muscles of your belly tightening in foreshadow of yours too “say your mine, darling…”

You inhaled sharply from your nose when his fingers grasped your hair from its roots and pulled, he licked your lower lip and you gasped.

“I’m yours i’m yours im yours” you chante the words in a moan, like they were your own personal mantra, your walls clenched uncontrollably around him and as you felt the pinnacle of pleasure rush through your body. A warm liquid filled you up and for a moment you swore you could feel stars bolt through all of your veins and arteries. You opened your mouth to let it all out, but Solomon quickly quieted you down by kissing you and swallowing the sounds. You both were left a heavy breathing mess, he caressed your cheek.

“My lovely little apprentice…” he whispered agitatedly, the white long lashes that framed his eyes tickled your face. You melted in his embrace, cheeks flushed to the limit and basking in the afterglow.

“Sol…”

“Yes darling?”

“… my arms, please?”

The sorcerer suddenly pulled his face away from yours, eyes widened and a bashful flush lit his cheeks, granting him an adorable boyish charm that filled your chest with adoration. You giggled at such innocent reaction.

“Right, yes, sorry.”

His body stretched as his hands reached for yours to release you from the spell. It was a relief to finally be able to move your arms, and the first thing your instinct asked for was to run your fingers through his now damp hair.

“Are you okay?” his sudden concern almost made his pupils tremble when they searched for yours.

“I’m more than okay” you replied with a small chuckle, and he sighed, a little smile tugging from the corners of his mouth.

“Alright” Solomon pushed himself above you and pulled out from in between your legs with a grunt. The feeling of emptiness made your body feel cold, and the feeling of his seed leaking out of you made your frame shudder underneath his “we should get you clean shouldn’t we?”

“Wait!” your hands grabbed him by his shoulders in sudden urgency. He blinked twice, staring.

“Yes?”

Your heartbeat started racing once again, your trembling hands cupped his face. For a moment, hesitation forced you to bite your lip in a attempt to keep your pathetic words hidden from him. Specially when he was looking at you in expectation, and he was so ethereal that for a split second your mind almost convinced you that everything that had just happened was a dream, and you were scared that if he left you’d wake up. You licked your lips and sighed.

“Love does not evade you, Solomon.”

His breath got caught up on his throat out of nowhere.

“W-what?”

“You said that even on centuries on end, some things still manage to elude you. It’s not true. You’re not alone. I’m here with you. I’m here for you.”

His facial features then softened, a fond smile adorning his expression with tenderness. He didn’t say anything, instead his hand caressed your cheek and then leaned in to leave a soft sweet kiss on your lips.

#; belle after hours #obey me solomon #solomon x reader #solomon x mc #solomon x fem reader #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me smut #solomon x you #solomon x y/n #obey me swd

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merakiui · 6 months

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I can't get Alien Jamil out of my head. He lives rent free now 😭

Alien Jamil who uses his ability to hypontise darling to spread their legs for them, maintaining eye contact to keep the spell. Darling being under his control as he filled darling up with eggs. Only looking away once he was done and Darling's stuffed to the brim <3

Then let's say Darling's a researcher for his species and is now being made to carry it for research purposes

(cw: yandere, nsfw, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, breeding, oviposition, hypnosis, ntr/cucking)

:O !!!!!! Imagine being a researcher alongside Kalim... omg and Jamil watches day in and day out from his enclosure as Kalim attempts to get closer to you. Despite his outgoing and friendly personality, he's a little awkward with some of his flirting methods and so Jamil is able to pick up on Kalim's romantic interest in you fairly quickly. At first Jamil thought nothing would come of this, as you always seemed so absorbed in your research and you were always paying so much attention to him. Jamil is nice enough to act obedient and polite when you step into his enclosure to study him up close, feigning a harmless outward appearance. You're the only one who is allowed to do this; everyone else is frightened away or threatened with low hisses and sharp, piercing glares. Jamil has a soft spot for you, but he hides it with stoic indifference, choosing to look unbothered while you lean in close to admire his scales or the many snakes that make up his hair. You're so lucky he has an admirable amount of restraint, otherwise he would have plastered you to the ground and fucked you full of eggs months ago.

But it's when you actually start to entertain Kalim's interest that Jamil begins to worry. First the two of you would have dinner together (in front of Jamil, much to his annoyance) when you had to work late in the lab, and Kalim was just so irritatingly sweet to you. So genuinely himself. And you kept smiling and your body temperature was rising because you were flattered and happy and appreciative... Jamil refuses to lose you to that airheaded researcher. And then you'd work so closely together, side by side, shoulders nearly touching. Jamil is much too observant for his own good, which is both a blessing and a curse, because it only proves that you've warmed up to your fellow researcher.

It starts small. You can't understand Jamil unless he's hypnotized you, and then those fearsome hisses sound like the sweetest song, lulling you into a daze. For a while you seem more scattered than usual. There are gaps in your memory, and you're not sure why you always seem to come to in the lab. You could have sworn you were in your bed, sleeping so soundly until the whispers of something snake-like invaded your dreams... You're always led to Jamil. Maybe you really are so dedicated to your work that you're unconsciously drawn to it even when you're asleep. Kalim worries, insists you should rest more and that he can handle everything at the lab, but you don't want to push more work onto his plate. This is a team effort, after all.

It's like push and pull. Jamil holds you under for longer, slowly but surely snuffing your interest in Kalim, and releasing you from the spell of hypnosis before anyone can question it or grow suspicious. You're not going to love Kalim. You're going to love the specimen you look after. You're going to love Jamil. This is how it should have been, and this is how it will be.

Ultimately, it culminates in claiming. Jamil must stake it, must mold you to his form so that you'll only ever know him and no one else. The look in your eyes is empty and dazed, but you're smiling at him, entrapped in the coils of his tail, and it's a happy, drunken sort of smile. You're such a pretty human, so sweet for him when you open yourself without complaint or struggle, shedding that pesky clothing to reveal all of the curious parts to your anatomy he finds absolutely riveting. He fucks into your tight, slick warmth for hours, bodies pressed flush and never separating. Your moans fill the enclosure, adding to the sinful sounds of sex, and he falls for you all over again. You're truly so precious, so blissfully dumb and obedient when you're taking his cocks like the good researcher you are. Jamil can't resist; he has to fill you up, make this claim one you'll remember. And you can't object. You're not allowed to, not when he controls your every reaction. If he tells you to cum, you will. If he tells you to take just a few more eggs, you will.

And you'll like it because that's what you're told.

Only once you're filled to bursting, tummy packed full of his clutch, does Jamil gaze sidelong at Kalim, who looks on with concerned horror. Jamil tilts his head, acting as if he doesn't understand the smallest of human cues. He does, but Kalim doesn't need to know.

He smiles, his hold on you tightening ever so slightly. You're Jamil's now. Forever and always. As you were meant to be. And no one shall come between you.

#twisted chit chat #yandere twst #n/sfw #tw: breeding #tw: cucking #tw: hypnosis #tw: oviposition #*rings the bell* IT IS JAMIL HOURS >w<#I LOVE HIM AND THUS I DEDICATE EVERY HOUR TO JAMIL #(i say this but discord mod zuzu fic will be posted soon so...)#(jamil hours continue after discord mod zuzu interruption ;;)

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satans-knitwear · 8 months

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taking selfies with dogs is rly difficult okay. i deserve a medal. and they deserve treats for putting up with me.

#the gif of baby belle trying to swipe off the bunny ears i am giving her is my absolute fave #how is she so precious!?😭😭😭😂😂😂#my beloved creatures #fluffy children #they have been looking after me today!!#dogs are better than people #silly hours are all the hours

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wizardofsleep · 6 months

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I say this with all the love in the world for Ashton, but of course they were gonna take the shard and ignore the warnings. He does believe in fate- he doesn’t believe fate applies to HIM. This is someone who has repeatedly been through things that should have killed them and they didn’t. What didn’t kill them made them more powerful- both the earth shard and dunamis came with their own consequences but it made them stronger and that’s the lesson Ashton has carried in them and discovered.

Ashton is a superiority and inferiority complex blended together. If he dies taking the shard, oh well, he won’t suffer the consequences- the Hells will, everyone who loves them will. If he succeeds, he’s going to hold unimaginable power and be even more of a rock-solid support to his team (pun intended).

So Ashton makes Fearne promise she won’t stop him, he makes her promise she will call for help if he needs it, and they take the shard and put their trust in the people around them. They go through one minute of ancient power trying to sunder their very being, they feel their arm fall off, they are blown to smithereens before reforming, and they hold on until they wake up moments later with a magma arm. But none of those things matter, because his friends were there, his friends were healing him, the ring on his finger from Deanna brought him back to life from certain death.

There are consequences to your actions. No reward without the risk, right? And sometimes it pays off, sometimes you pay a steep price, you bet on 00 and you win, and you think you made the right choice. Until you look up at the people who watched you shatter in front of their eyes, the same people who healed you that also tried to stop what was happening, the same people who believed in the risk and would have rightfully fought you had you had the spine to tell them your crazy plan that was doomed from the start.

Sometimes inevitable probability is the consequence of your actions. Sometimes the consequences are the friends you made along the way.

#to be clear this is the most delicious storytelling I’ve seen and I cannot wait for how the group is gonna react to Ashton #Ashton called a shot and he was RIGHT and that’s a much better story than a cautionary tale #and let’s not act like VM didn’t do equally insane shit but it was ok because they were ‘heroes’#as Tal said Percy is standing RIGHT THERE #having said all that i had to lie down in a dark room for an hour after watching the episode #critical role #cr spoilers #ashton greymoore #bells hells

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luminousstardust · 5 months

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btw, in case anyone was wondering - the sorrowlord athion zathuda (fearne’s biological father) was the one who sent yu suffiad after the calloways 🙃

#matt said the name and after the episode ended i went to go check who contacted erika when everyone else left and it was him!!!!#also worth noting that during his chat with yu he pretended not to know fearne existed… 🤨#i really really REALLY hope this leads to yu coming back bc i loveddd them omg #yu suffiad #erika ishii #fearne calloway #critical role #bells hells #critical role spoilers #bells hells spoilers #cr3 #cr3e79 #tays still thinking about the episode two hours after it ended lol

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milquetoad · 7 months

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man it really sucks that orym didn’t get any time with evontra’vir. like absolutely 0. he didn’t get to talk to jirana at all, then they finally get to the tree and it says smth to the effect of ‘i can thin the veil and allow a moment of contact between the realms of the living and the dead’ and then portals them all the fuck out before the guy with the dead spouse can get a word in edgewise

#just to clarify i think it was the right call not to go back to it after this fight. it wouldn’t make sense to #but i do think that the original meeting with the tree was cut way too short and for like no reason #didn’t jirana specifically say smth abt fcg being someone that would benefit from the tree as well ?#why even bring that up if the tree is just going to spend an hour talking to one person and then kick them all out….#the amount of time that was spent talking abt the tree. planning how to get there. and then getting there.#was not at all proportional to the amount of time we spent there to me. like how many eps at this point #sigh. kind of a bummer #text #cr3 spoilers #critical role spoilers #critical role #bells hells #orym

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mitsvriii · 22 days

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why does my dash have so much drama going on 😭😭

#literally checked it again after an hour or so and damn #i’m not reading any of it unless it’s important cause i don’t wanna get involved #bell’s tells

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elliesbelle · 5 months

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slight theme change shut up

#after two hours of nonstop crying i needed to do something for cathartic reasons #yes that’s still me in my pic #belle speaks

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steveharrignton · 5 months

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nah i just binged through all of veronica mars and i do not accept the ending i’m in denial i refuse to believe that goodbye

#what the FUCK #when i tell you i am still sobbing #i spent how many hours binging this show/the movie in the past week just for it to end like THAT #spoilers #in the following tags #i KNEW [redacted] had death bells ever since s2 #but i figured the writers changed their minds and wanted to keep him around bc he was liked #and so when he lived past s2 i was like oh ok and i let my guard down and i loved him #i really did not think they would end the reboot on that note that’s so fucked up on me specifically #how could they do this to meeeeeee #he actually barely survived but recovered and had to live off the grid for navy intelligence reasons and um he and veronica reunited #happily ever after etc etc #everything’s fine !#txt #veronica mars

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thebellearchives · 10 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐘 🔞 minors dni

~ solomon ; obey me [nightbringer]

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : you get home after the meeting with Diavolo just to find out Solomon wasn’t as inmune to vampiritis as he had thought

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : smut, vampire!solomon, fem!reader, lots of biting, blood, pet names (love, darling), fang kink, temperature kink, slight primal/praise kinks, fingering, oral (fem receiving), slight dom/sub dynamics, solomon being a total tease as always, almost p-rn without plot? absolutely did not proofread this took me like three days lol

‧₊˚ a / n : … you all knew this was coming, i have no regrets, bye

Tense and expectant, your eyes focused on Solomon. In a quick, sudden movement your wrists were pinned against the wall, a gasp escaping from your lips. The sorcerer moved closer to you, almost in slow motion, like a predator reveling in the vulnerability of cornered prey.

“Are you aware of the dangers that come with taunting a vampire like that?” his voice, now deep and breathy, lingered over your skin so seductively that your frame shivered against his. You just nodded, swallowing in anticipation, face quickly flushing. The sorcerer chuckled, his knee sliding in the middle of your weak ones.

“You smell so good” he sighed, his lips searched for your neck and breathed in, almost as if he could pick up your flavour in the air.

“Won’t you have a taste?” you asked in hopes he indulged into your little fantasy, heat already pooling in your lower belly.

His lips widened in a mocking smile, and then his tongue travelled up your skin right where your blood pulsed quickly for him, prompting you to inhale sharply and close your hands into pleading fists. His derisive laugh reached your ears once more.

“Your blood’s pumping faster than usual, it’s almost as if you were aroused” his teeth grazed your neck.

The scratching of his fangs made you whimper, your immediate reaction was to close your legs but ended up squeezing his knee instead, the wetness in between your thighs becoming uncomfortable by the minute.

“It’s almost as if you weren’t thirsty anymore” the words left your mouth nearing the tone of a complaint, both of his hands then travelled down your body, settling on your hips.

“Now now, I can see you’re eager darling but I like to play with my food…” his brisk fingers grabbed you by your thighs and his new found strength picked you up easily.

Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, Solomon’s mouth searched for your lips before pressing an intense kiss on them. You opened your mouth to feel his tongue brushing agains yours, his fangs scratching its surface. Solomon moved you towards the other wall of the entrance hall and sat you down on a small table, the decorations falling nosily to the ground. Cheekily, you licked his fangs before he pulled away. With your breath caught in your throat, your hands gripped his shirt to keep him close as he hovered over you, one of his hands finding its way to your clothed core under your skirt, while the other one traced up your spine through your blouse. You felt yourself shrinking in the limited space between his torso and the wall, arching your back in reaction to his hand traveling up and his thumb starting to rub circles on your sensitive spot. Your hips started to slowly match the rhythm, breathing through your mouth. Nimble fingers moved away the fabric of your underwear and slid down your folds, the cold touch making you jump and search for stability on his shoulders.

“Look at you, you’re so cute like this, so wet, so defenseless” a playful giggle purred in his chest “am I too cold for you?”

“It’s-” you almost choked on your own saliva when his fingers started to tease your entrance “Its okay”

“Is it now?” Solomon introduced one of his fingers inside you, the icy feeling making you whine and grip his shoulders “you like that?”

A reply didn’t come from your lips, your head focused on the movements of his fingers, his palm rubbing at your clit and his breathing on your ear. But Solomon’s hand slowed down to the point where you almost couldn’t feel the movement, your walls clenched in a needy protest, thighs trying to press against each other despite him being in the middle.

“Solomon…” you cried in annoyance.

“Solomon asked you a question, I suggest you answer” a smirk tugged from the corners of his lips.

“Yes” one of your hands went up and tugged from the roots of his silvery strands “yes, just keep going”

“Happy to give my adorable apprentice everything she asks for”

And so he started pumping his fingers into you, your body squirming from the feeling of cold intertwining with the heat of your fervid pleasure as he crooked his fingertips just slightly. Your whines and moans escaping your lips completely unrestrained, Solomon held you from your hip with his other hand, trying to stop you from moving too much, but as soon as his gelid skin met yours it prompted you to jolt again, your nails now digging on the fabric of his shirt. Solomon’s fangs scraped your neck playfully before sinking on the flesh with no warning, but the hint of pain it provoked just wasn’t enough to drown the feeling of fire consuming your body from the inside. Specially when the pain turned into a tingling, warm sensation as he drank from you, adding to the ecstasy bolting through your veins.

“Solomon-” your wails were starting to become high pitched.

“Shhh” his breath tickled your skin when his fangs released you, his tongue lapping up the remains of red liquid and trailing up to your ear “take it easy, love” you tried to listen to him, letting a out a sigh and slowing down the previously erratic movements of your hips “that’s right, just like that, good girl”

The sorcerer kissed your ear affectionately, pulling his hand away, your insides clenching around the emptiness in protest. It was easy for him to press you against his chest and lift you just enough to slide your skirt down your thighs until it fell to the floor. He placed both of his hands on your knees to keep your legs open and then leaned over to catch the edge of your underwear with his fangs, one of them puncturing a hole in the material. You watched him closely, eyes wide and quick heartbeat as he got rid of it and started placing kisses on your thigh. His tongue darted out, cleaning remains of blood off his lower lip before boldly lapping up at your core.

“Fuck” whining, your body jolted once again in reaction to the temperature, but the veins and muscles at the back of his hands became more visible as he pinned your legs down and made it impossible for you to writhe away “fuck, Sol, wait-”

Your upper back hit the wall, you let your head rest on it as you tugged and pulled from his hair, his mouth having no mercy on you. The heat that had tried to die down before reappeared, rising and rising as if to test how much of it you could take. Your head began to cloud, focusing on the feeling of his icy fangs pushed against you and his tongue past your entrance. Until it was once again replaced by his fingers.

“Fuck, your taste is driving me insane” Solomon groaned.

Next thing you felt was his bite on your inner thigh, quickly building up the tantalizing sensation of tingling and friction. Loud, heavy breathing echoed across the hallway, tears formed in your eyes, hazy sight blending the dim moonlight entering through Cocytus Hall’s front door glass mosaic, and the metallic smell of blood filling up your senses. Until your eyes closed harshly, coming undone under the harsh pressure of Solomon’s arms on your lower body and a rush of rapture enveloping you entirely.

The sorcerer released you slowly, your noisy panting calming down, eyesight clearing little by little and searching for him. Disheveled silver hair shining with the moonlight, blood all over his chin and crimson red eyes staring back at you in between your legs.

“Are you okay?” you immediately asked, cupping his face on your hands as he stood back up.

“I should be asking you that” he snorted, offering you a handsome smirk.

“I’m fine” you sighed and smiled back, but your smile was quickly replaced by a frown.

“What’s wrong?” a hint of panic tinged his voice.

“Your eyes” you tilted his head to the side slightly, watching as the red tint in his irises faded away like droplets of ink dissolving in water, until his eyes shined like pure mercury “… your skin is warming up”

Solomon checked his teeth with his left hand, thumb running across what used to be vampire fangs just seconds ago.

“They’re gone” his brows rose up, almost touching each other “your blood must have cured me”

Your giggles interrupted the silence of the hallway.

“Well, that was fun. You should contract vampiritis more often.”

#; belle after hours #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me swd #obey me smut #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me solomon #solomon obey me #solomon x mc #solomon x y/n #solomon x reader #solomon x fem reader #obey me x y/n #obey me shall we date #solomon x you

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