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lavendertales · 2 years

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sugar & spice—Alfie Solomons x f!reader

summary: being married to the infamous Alfie Solomons has its ups and downs. and so do your visits to his office.

word count: 1.3k

WARNINGS: swearing. a little spicy but nothing too explicit.

AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!

A/N: took prompt #10 (“Now, I ain’t gonna tell you twice, sweetheart—get out of my bloody office.”) from the film noir celebration list of @solomons-finest-rum ❤️

gif: @userfezcos

He was menacing, powerful and not to be messed with. That much you knew from whispers heard around the block. Yet when the day came that you got to meet the infamous Alfie Solomons, you were… surprised. To put it mildly.

There was something about him that seemed to be calling out to you. He liked an intellectual opponent to tussle with, and you were every bit of that. You exchanged fake pleasantries, followed by plenty of innuendos that were not left without cheeky grins and lustful looks. It was more than evident after the first hour that the interest was mutual, and that you both wanted the same thing.

After a while, it went beyond carnal pleasure, sweat dripping down your bodies and names being shouted in the throes of passion. It turned into love, the purest affection, and just like that, Alfie Solomons knew he had found the one for him.

Now everyone knew Mr. and Mrs. Solomons. Everyone knew not to mess around with you, to not even throw you a single conspicuous glance down your way. You were meant for his eyes only, the most precious jewel ever to be worn by a singular man.

And the truth was, you’ve never felt more alive and cared for than whenever you were around Alfie.

You allowed yourself certain liberties though; as his wife, it was your duty to support him and his business and you did exactly that. However, whenever you showed up at the office, you made sure to look your best.

Like any respectable woman, you enjoyed some looks every now and then. You felt flattered, nothing more. All your devotion, attention and arousal were for Alfie, no one else, ever. And your appearance was meant strictly for Alfie as well.

He’s heard you by the click, click, click of your heels on the marble floor. He grins to himself, eyes still immersed into the papers before him. He lets you do your devilish walk to his office before choosing to do any move. It’s all part of the little cat and mouse game you always got going on. You both love it, both thrive off of it, so why not let it run its course?

“Come in,” his coarse voice announces as he hears the knock on the door.

Then, as his eyes rise from underneath his reading glasses, he nearly chokes on nothing but air.

You chose bolder clothing for today. Usually you carry some form of respect for the name you now have and for his business, but today it seems you went for carelessness. Your dress is as tight as it could be, embracing your front, your curves, and it shows a little more leg than usual. Now for him, this is the most mouth-watering sight he could possibly wish for, but the idea of you walking around like sex on a stick is troublesome, and it rises his blood pressure more than he would’ve thought, awakening some primal instinct within.

“What brings you here today, love? Dressed like that, no less.”

You take a look at your own outfit, playing innocent for a while longer.

“I thought you are more open-minded than other men, my dear,” you lovingly scold him.

“What’s that have to do with anything?”

You throw him a side glance, accompanied by a coy smirk.

“You are not one of those men who dictate their wives what to wear or what to do, are you?”

“The bloody hell I am! But there’s no one that could ever tell you what to do, love.”

You grin, oddly proud of yourself. “True.”

You pace around the office, staring at its walls—but subconsciously, letting Alfie take a good look at you.

“To what do I owe the pleasure then, love?”

“Better ask, ‘to whom I owe the pleasure’, to which I’d answer ‘to me, of course’.”

Alfie raises one eyebrow, scanning you carefully.

“This what you wanna do then?” he questions. “Parade yourself around to get me riled up?”

You shrug. “Measure your words, darling.”

You see him take a deep breath, finally rising from his chair. In an ideal world, if it wasn’t yet another busy day, he’d be already lifting your dress and bending you over the desk. But you admire his strength nonetheless.

“Do I need to walk around this much to get you riled up?”

“Woman, you only need to look at me and I’d be good to go.”

You chuckle, your ego receiving a boost like none other.

“So why are you here?” Alfie inquires.

“Can’t I visit my husband at work?”

You waltz near him, biting your lower lip and playing with the collar of his shirt.

“You’re a minx,” Alfie coos. “I don’t trust you with these visits of yours.”

“Would you rather I tell you straightforward what I’d like?”

“Ideally, yea.”

There’s a coy smile sprayed across your face, a trademark wicked one that Alfie fell for each and every time. It was a surefire way to let him know that you were up to no good, but fucking hell, it was one of his favorite things in the whole wide world.

“I’d appreciate it if you’d lock that door, bend me over that desk and let me know just how much you despise me walking into your office dressed like this.”

Alfie chuckles, the same devilish intention residing behind the sound.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he keeps on laughing. “I knew you had it in ya.”

“I don’t have anything in me yet.”

Alfie keeps grinning, much like a madman, but eventually decides that two can play at that game. He stares you down for as long as he can, looking you up and down.

“Best be on your way home cause when I get there, I’d wanna see that pretty arse of yours bent over for me.”

You pretend to pout. “Are you throwing your wife out? Really?”

“Now, I ain’t gonna tell you twice, sweetheart—get out of my bloody office.”

“Or what?”

He feels his blood pressure rise more so than before, his pants impossibly tighter by now, but he prevails.

“Or I might take you up on that offer of yours.”

“That is the least threatening thing you could tell me.”

Alfie grins, reaching around to pull you in by your waist and the next second, he hungrily kisses you.

The kiss is wet, needy and hot and it sets you both ablaze with the speed of lightning. Neither of you wants to let go, especially not when you feel Alfie hard against your crotch, struggling to catch his breath and trying to grind against you.

“Where’s your smart mouth now?” you cheekily ask.

“Hoping to be on more of you, actually.”

“Then do me a favor—lock that fucking door already.”

Alfie pulls away so abruptly you have difficulty believing that anything even happened before. You feel a little insulted, really, but not too much. You know you’ll be well rewarded – although right now the scale seems to be tipped towards punishment—later.

“You come into my office, my bloody office, right? Wearing something like that—and you want me to do you on your terms, sweetheart? I fucking think not.”

He grabs hold of your ass, squeezing it as hard as he can, and you gasp, the heat between your legs growing impossible to ignore.

“Go home, and best be ready for me cause you’ll be too fucked out to say anything but my name, love.”

Left speechless, you don’t fight him on it. You lick your lips in anticipation of what’s to come, swaying your hips to the exit and throwing him one last siren-like gaze that you make sure would last him for the next several hours.

tags:

@phoenixhalliwell @potter-solomons @solomons-finest-rum @acourtofsnakes @alexxavicry @wildmoonflower @minxsblog @hotchlover @kaitieskidmore1 @hp-hogwartsexpress @doin-stuff

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666writingcafe · 1 year

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NSFW Headcanon

So, a couple days ago I saw this post for the first time: (3) Devil’s Playground on Tumblr. Of course, it gave me ideas, but perhaps not the ones originally expected.

Hear me out: one day, MC wakes up as a demon, except they have white horns and wings instead of the standard black. Perhaps someone cursed MC or slipped something into their food or drink, but whatever the case, MC isn't human on this day.

Unfortunately for MC, the moment they realize they're a demon, an intense, carnal heat consumes their entire body, and they start freaking out. They're scared to leave their room, so they do the only thing they can think to do: text Barbatos and Solomon. Barbatos asks (rather bluntly) whether MC wants to fuck or be fucked (the answer in this scenario would be the former, which means that MC's currently experiencing a rut), and Solomon offers medicine/potions to help mitigate some of the symptoms (since he's a far better magician than he is a cook).

While the intense heat dissipates with the potions, the desire does not, and each of the demon brothers get the (mis)fortune of experiencing MC's demonic lust.

I may expand upon this later, but I at least wanted to get the general premise out of my head.

#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me leviathan #obey me brothers #obey me lucifer #obey me boys #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me solomon #obey me belphegor #obey me barbatos #obey me belphie #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus

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cambius · 5 months

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⸻ @solomage ﹕ 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 .

the cambion hadn’t given it much thought at the time, what would have become of these refugee children from the grove had the others not showed up with that artefact when they did, far too concerned with what might have become of her had they not. they would all surely be dead by now, and nepharia wouldn’t be here at last light inn having a surprisingly delightful interaction with the little tiefling known as mattis, sharing her most valuable rogue knowledge to him, who thanks her again for saving them from the goblins. did she save them? or was she doing what was convenient for herself in the moment? she smiles, outwardly ⸻ but inwardly, he’s given her something to think about. to reflect on. self - examination has never been something the succubus was ever good at, granted, she loathed trying it. and to anyone else, that should be a hint that perhaps you don’t hold yourself in the highest regard you claim to. how can she look down at this smiling face, as he holds out a fist eagerly awaiting her to bump it with her own, and remember that she would have damned his life if it meant her own?

she feels different now, than she did at the beginning of this journey, she feels— she just feels more. she has felt so hallow and empty for so many years, no amount of souls or blood on her hands could fill that hole inside of her, and now she feels so many things, all the time, and most of those feelings are hard. every day she is reminded of the horrors she has committed in her life, slowing weighing heavier and heavier on her resolve, unable to keep leaning on her excuses ﹕ i didn’t know any better. i was so young. i was afraid. i did what i needed to do to survive.

and as her fist touches the fist of the young boy in front of her, solomon’s scent fills the tavern and she knows he’s there without even having to look. another grim reminder, an example of her inhumane cruelty. when the two of them are enraptured by one another’s carnal desire for the other, it’s more difficult to feel the discomfort when she’s around him, but there is a discomfort in his presence. it brings about unresolved conflict, and guilt, and shame, when she isn’t smothered by his lust, she is tormented by her remorse but lacking the words to express it.

what was her excuse with solomon? at the time, she felt so justified, when he started to pull away from her. the harder she tried to keep him with her, the harder he pulled. she thought making him afraid to keep him with her would be just as good, but that didn’t work, and when she thinks back on it now, that fear he felt wasn’t something she ever wanted to make him feel again. it has taken her so many years to realize that solomon is an entire thinking, feeling, living, empathetic creature with hopes, dreams, desires that exist outside of her. but to admit this would be to admit that she’s fucked up, and she’s been fucked up this whole time, and how does she reconcile that?

after she bids her goodnight to mattis, giving him her gloves of thievery to aid him where ever he finds himself next, stealing with the greats in baldur’s gate or whatever, nepharia finally turns expectantly, eyes falling upon solomon only feet away now. there’s a soft, but solemn smile on her lips as she moves to close the space between them. her stomach is doing jumping jacks inside of her body, as her anxiety rises ⸻ she hates being here, surrounded by deadly shadows with a parasite that threatens to control her mind and change her physiology, but having solomon nearby would make things a lot easier… if only it could feel like it did before. she knows it won’t be possible if they don’t talk about it, and even then, it will likely never be the same ever again. but even back then, he didn’t really know her, and she didn’t really know him. she didn’t think to ask him, then. but learning him the way she should have years ago is all she can think about now, and the only other thought plaguing her mind is how she doesn’t deserve to. ‘ when you have a moment tonight, i’d like to see you in private, ’ she tells him, but the solemn look upon her face should be enough to tell him that it’s not for what he might think.

#solomage #does she get approval points for being nice to the baby?? :))))

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ramblings-of-a-hopeful-heart · 2 years

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𝙾𝚋𝚎𝚢 𝙼𝚎! 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠/ 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚌

Diavolo x Reader

Solomon x Reader

Obey Me! Shall We Date ?

18+

Tags: nothing too serious really. Some foot play I guess.

As requested, I tried writing a flirtatious mc. I've come to realize that I have a harder time writing a dominant/flirtatious character. This was a quick one, since I finally had a bit of free time.

Feel free to request, my lubs! <3

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

Diavolo

Its no question that Diavolo is very patient when it comes to being with you. After all, he doesn't want to pressure you, or worse, scare you away.

And so when you asked him not to tell anyone and to treat you normally in public, he felt obliged to agree.

But don't get it wrong...he would like nothing more than to announce who his princess is...and who she belongs to.

So imagine his delight when, surprisingly, you boldly made the first move. In the rooms of RAD nonetheless.

Diavolo's eyes widened in the most miniscule, undetectable way, as he felt something grazing his leg.

He glanced around the table of exchange students, then at the two sitting across from him. And unless Solomon had suddenly developed a carnal desire for him, then he could safely assume that it was your foot currently rubbing at him.

His jaw tightened; a practiced smile plastered on his face as he listened to the sorcerer ramble on about the findings of his latest experiment.

All the while, your foot had slowly dragged itself up his leg, and is now making its way towards a certain hardening area.

His golden eyes darkened as he met yours, and you saw it. The warning behind those dilated eyes.

But all he got in return was a cool gaze, as you sat back against your chair, leg outstretched as you rubbed your foot against his swollen member.

His body flinched a bit as you ground your heel against him, arms crossed as you grinned at him.

"I think it would be best if we end the meeting here. I forgot I had a rather important guest to entertain. If there's anything else you might need, feel free to contact me or Barbatos."

His eyes bore into yours as the words left his lips.

"You, however, will stay here. I believe there's still something I must discuss with you, isn't that right, y/n?"

~*~*~*~

Solomon

Solomon found you amusing. That's for sure.

Your cute little reactions when he touches you. When he sneaks up on you.

He loved teasing you, playing with you, cause he loved the control he felt he had when your reactions play right into his desires.

So when you finally decided you had enough; decided that its time to turn the tables; he was quite...delightfully shocked...yet unusually flustered.

You knew that he was aware of your presence. He always knew when you were nearby.

And you knew that he was just waiting for you to pass him by so he could touch you obscenely, as he usually does.

But he didn't know, that while his back was turned, talking to some demon; you walked closer, hands ready, palms open.

Hearing you draw nearer, his head tilted slightly; the sly grin on his face already evident. But just as you were about to pass him, your hand came down with a loud slap.

"Hey baby," you grinned up at him, hand still on his ass as he stared down at you, flabbergasted. "I'll see you next period."

You gave him a wink and his ass a firm squeeze before walking away, leaving him to watch you go, shock still evident on his face.

He played it off. He let it go as some trick of light or maybe you were having an off day.

At least he tried to...until he felt your hand sliding up his thigh as you sat beside him next period.

"Hey...did you eat something bad or what?" he whispered, hand grasping at yours.

"I'm bored," you pouted, batting your eyes up at him. "Play with me."

"W-We're in class..." His eyes wavered, feeling your hand resume its tracing on his inner thigh.

"That didn't stop you before," you glared at him, your hand now groping at his hardening member.

He stared at you, dumbfounded, then with a defeated sigh, he leaned in and whispered.

"Fine...follow me to the bathroom in 5 minutes."

Needless to day, you learned that day the joy he felt watching your reactions, because nothing was more entertaining than seeing the sorcerer's face blush under your touch.

~*~*~*~

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

#obey me! diavolo #obey me! shall we date?#solomon x mc #solomon obey me #diavolo x reader #diavolo x you #solomon x you #roahh obey me!#roahh

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hell-drabbles · 3 months

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I think it will be funny when they mistaken the reader as Solomon's descendant after they consume his soul. Since they can feel Solomon in them but not realizing that he already become a food for them lmao. Probably gonna get jealous and angry that their beloved Solomon become chopping lamb for the eldritch

When those devils do become angry, the Eldritch Reader will rile them up further. "Do you want to take a closer look at this soul all of you worshiped as your star? Though, would a swallowed meal look appealing to you? Would it even look the same? And would you even be willing to leave once you find him, in whatever state he's in?"

Real ambiguous, a true piece of work that only Solomon would love.

And if they do confuse the Eldritch Reader as being Solomon's descendant, it would certainly lead to them going, "A descendant is... not quite a label you want to put on me. Especially given the carnal nature of this Solomon you all know. Not even I was absent from his interesting fantasies. Odd. Interesting. And entirely, disappointingly human."

Still don't quite have the Eldritch Reader's voice in my head just yet. I'll get there.

#admin #eldritch inheritor au

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honeynclove · 20 days

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ok it’s been literally a week since I posted my thoughts on obey me characters as I’ve played the game a bit more my thoughts have changed I’m chill w Lucifer now I love Satan every character dresses so fucking horrendous and I want Solomon carnally

#this isn’t important info I just think everyone should know #☕️!- clove speaks #Like Martha speaks

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albertfinch · 1 year

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REMOVING THE WALLS

Song of Solomon 2:9 - "Behold, He is standing behind our wall, He is looking through the windows, He is peering through the lattice."

Yes, Christ dwells within us, but He is standing behind our SELF IMPOSED "walls." The walls between us and the Savior are primarily the work of :

Unrenewed Minds

Hardened Hearts

We have barricaded ourselves behind fears and,

Carnal Attitudes

The good news is that these barriers can be eliminated. To the degree they are removed, we utilize our oneness with Christ and experience true spiritual advancement.

Let us pursue the removal of these barriers through the use of our:

SANCTIFIED IMAGINATION

Imagine that even as you are reading, the Lord Himself has quietly entered a nearby room. You look, and suddenly the room is:

Vibrant and alive, shimmering with waves of light.

Instantly, your senses are flooded with His holy presence as the living, probing light enters you and descends into your heart.

The darkness that shrouded your inner sin nature is gone and your heart is exposed.

Question: Knowing that Jesus Christ is in the room, would you enter?

If you could not bring yourself to move toward the room, what would be your reason?

Is it because you feel you have failed the Lord too many times, then SHAME has become a "wall" between you and Christ;

If FEAR keeps you distant, then fear is the barrirer between God and you;

If an UNREPENTANT HEART is keeping you from intimacy with Christ, then heart hardness is your cause of isolation.

Remember, the pure in heart see God (Matthew 5:8). If we repent of our wrong attitudes and sins; if instead of shame and fear, we clothe ourselves with the desire to move forward in our Christ calling so we can bear fruit that remains for His Kingdom, the barriers between ourselves and the Lord shall be removed.

In trembling obedience, let us enter the fire of His presence for, in truth, He is closer than the room next door. He is, even now, penetrating our wall of limitation.

Questions to Ask Myself:

WHAT AM I NOT REPENTING OF?

WHAT AM I AFRAID OF?

HOW BAD DO I WANT TO MOVE HIGHER IN CHRIST?

Prayer:

MASTER, WITH ALL MY HEART I DESIRE TO ENTER YOUR GLORY, TO STAND IN YOUR PRESENCE AND LOVE SO I CAN EFFECTIVELY ADVANCE YOUR KINGDOM. RECEIVE ME NOW AS I BOW BEFORE YOUR GLORY.

ALBERT FINCH MINISTRY

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ruewrites · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 11: Orgasm Denial

AO3

Ship: Lucifer/Solomon

Word Count: 1050

Warning: smut

A/N: This kinktober is brought to you by, I want to see Solomon as submissive and whiny. I can write him as a simp, as a brat, doesn't matter. Just submissive and whiny.

Comments are appreciated!

Solomon groaned in frustration once more. His brow was dripping with sweat, his chest was heaving, and his cock stood aching and red between his legs. A tiny pool of precum had steadily and his hands, tied above his head, were useless to help him. This was the fifth time Lucifer brought him to the brink of orgasm now, and the fifth time he’d walked away to read a paragraph of his book and sip at his tea.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed release, it felt like his body was one fire, like he was standing just on the edge of a cliff before the drop. But the drop never came. Instead he was stuck on the cliff’s edge, staring, waiting.

Begging wouldn’t work, he’d tried already, and the look on Lucifer’s face when he’d done so had been burned into his memory. He could have cum from that alone if the situation had been different.

“No more words for me? Not even a little?” Lucifer asked, glancing up at him from the page he’d just flipped, “Interesting, perhaps I’ll finally be able to get a little more reading done without your incessant whining.”

Solomon didn’t even make a noise this time. Lucifer took even the slightest utterance from his lips as insubordination, he couldn’t repeat the last session, he might actually cry if they did.

He’d been cocky and confident at first, but with each stroke leaving him unsatisfied and wanting he couldn’t bear it anymore. He needed release, he craved release. It was such a carnal need, a desire beyond desires. He was trying to think of something, anything else, but his twitching, aching cock was the only thing on his mind. It was pleading between his legs for Lucifer to finally finish what they’d started. He was trying to make an effort to be on his best behavior, praying to whatever may have been listening that it would be up to Lucifer’s standards.

Normally, he’d be more than thrilled to pushed Lucifer’s buttons, he’d love to see how far he could push things. Was he a brat? Perhaps, and if he was he thoroughly enjoyed it, unfortunately, he would always have to pay for his behavior afterwards. This? This was worse than any other punishment Lucifer could dish out. He would take lashes with Lucifer’s whip, or even spanking with his hardest paddle, over this. No marks were left, but the stirring in his loins had reached an unsatisfied crescendo.

The worst part?

He was helpless to do anything.

There wasn’t a single thing he could do to change Lucifer’s mind.

Lucifer would decide in his own time when he had suffered enough.

When that would be he had no idea.

So he was stuck, strapped down and helpless as he listened to Lucifer sip at his tea and turn each individual page of his book. Solomon had no idea how much time had passed, but it felt like an eternity before he finally set the book down and groaned as he stretched his arms. Solomon didn’t dare react, he couldn’t, not if he wanted to get his way.

“What a lovely way to end a story,” Lucifer sighed. Solomon didn’t dare move his head as he heard the demon rise from his seat and make his way closer to where he was laid out, “You like to read don’t you Solomon? Perhaps I could lend it to you at some point. I think you’d enjoy it, consider it a small act of kindness from me.”

Lucifer’s finger brushed against the underside of his cock and Solomon jolted, but he stopped the movement before he went too far. He didn’t want Lucifer to stop, not this time, he couldn’t take another ruined release.

“But perhaps there may be something that you want more right now? Something I could possibly help with?” his fingers wrapped around his length and a devious grin spread across his face, “Well you did let me finish my book.”

His thumb swiped the bead of precum over his head, and Solomon almost broke there, but he continued to hold on to his resolve.

“Perhaps it’s time for me to help you finish then.”

Lucifer wasted no time starting this time around. Solomon didn’t even have time to think before he was back at his peak once more, and then he was tipped over. Lucifer hadn’t even done a single thing besides use his hand. He hadn’t gotten undressed, taken off his gloves, or even uttered an ounce of dirty talk. All he did was take him to the cliff’s edge over and over and over again, until Solomon learned his unspoken rules.

Only then had Solomon earned the right to cum.

And when he spilt over Lucifer’s glove, he came with a cry and his vision went dark, dotted with tiny stars. His body shuddered, and his breath escaped his lungs. His senses avoided him for a while, and when his mind did come back to him it was Lucifer tracing a single finger down his spent cock. His body shuddered once more, and Solomon knew he was on the edge of passing out as Lucifer undid his bonds.

“Well that was fun wasn’t it?”

Lucifer had removed his gloves. Bare kin was touching Solomon’s own as his bonds were undone, warm water and lotion taking their place.

“I must admit that it was wonderful earning your silence, I quite like the sound of it.”

A water bottle was pressed to his lips, and cold water ran down his dry throat.

Water had never tasted so wonderful before.

“Perhaps I could hear it again sometime, I had never heard such a beautiful noise in all my life.”

Ah, Solomon knew what he was doing now. Lucifer was testing him, seeing how far he could get before Solomon retaliated once more. As Solomon’s mind came back to him, so did his sharp tongue and cockiness. He let his head lull to the side and a grin spread across his face. Could he be walking into a trap that promised more punishment? Oh most certainly.

But the real question was whether he cared.

“It takes a lot to buy my silence, and permanently is out of the question.”

No. No he did not.

#ruewrites #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #lucifer x solomon #obey me #obey me solomon #obey me lucifer #sololuci

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sassykattery · 2 years

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Harsh Reality, Pt. 5

Welcome to the second part of the finale of "Harsh Reality." I've decided I'd be willing to make a taglist for those who want to be tagged when I upload updates to the story, so if you would, go to my masterlist and comment that you would like to be tagged and I will be happy to add you to the list. Anyway, let's get to the story!

CW: MC is afab and uses she/her pronouns. MC is poly. Mentions of injuries to reader.

Characters: Lucifer, Diavolo, MC='you', Satan, mentions of Solomon, Simeon

Themes: LuciferxMC, DiavoloxMC, angst, hurt, comfort

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

18+ only

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Enjoy~

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It was the early hours of the morning, and most of the Devildom was still asleep when Lucifer made his way into your castle suite, where you and Diavolo were. He found Diavolo staring down at you, mindlessly brushing a thumb over your jaw, still cradling you.

Lucifer sat next to Diavolo, next to where your head was, and sighed. He scanned your frame, also noting how your presence was barely there, he couldn't feel you like normally did. His pact mark with you didn't burn internally in your presence like it always did. He could barely detect your pulse, breaths as light as feathers.

"I will still love her no matter what she chooses," Diavolo said, finally responding to one of Lucifer's earlier questions from the colosseum. "But I want to offer her the option, nonetheless. I had been considering this for a while, a long while. But there is always so much going on, there never seems to be a right time."

Lucifer pondered his words, but had another question for the prince, as well as himself:

"I can't help but wonder, about her humanity, her soul. Would we still be enamored with her?"

Diavolo tilted his head and finally tore his gaze away from your form to look at Lucifer. "As for her soul, imagine being in her shoes. We are soulless beings of carnal desires, embodiments of sin, and she takes the physical, mental, and emotional punishments of being around us, yet she loves us all the same. I find the idea of the demoness she could be to be rather intriguing, and I would love her all the same, if not more for such a sacrifice on her part."

It was an uncomfortable thought for Lucifer. He never wanted to be a demon, never intending to be where he currently was, but that wasn't the point. Would she be genuinely happy? Maybe so, if it was a choice. He did not have one, and he wondered if you would eventually regret such a decision. But it would be a mistake to think he wasn't also wanting to be selfish, because being a demon would guarantee your eternal life, and that was something he desired for you, but would never ask it because your humanity was worth cherishing as well. However, he knew your soul would ascend, and he would never hold you again after your death, lest you fell to the Devildom.

"Share your thoughts, Lucifer," Diavolo said, sensing the wheels turning in his friend's head.

"I can't deny that I also want her to choose immortality, but I wonder if she wouldn't regret her decision after a few hundred years. Though, that is how choices work, you live with the consequences," Lucifer mused.

"We would make sure that she's never left wanting, for anything, and do our best to remind her every day that we are eternally grateful for her in our lives," Diavolo murmured, looking down at you again.

For the first time since the incident, you moved on your own. Your head turned, very slowly and not much at all, as if you were asleep. They watched as your fingers twitched and your back moved just ever so slightly in the prince's embrace. The two demons shared a quick glance and went back to watching you. But that was the last of your movements, and you were still again, however you felt a bit more alive now, so they felt somewhat relaxed, but only a little.

Both demons sat in silence, watching you merely exist. All their love, time, physical resources tied up into one little human.

Breaking the silence, Lucifer spoke, "Satan said he would come by to check on her later in the morning. I would tell you to get some rest, but I doubt you will."

"I will remain here, but if you'd like you may certainly stay or use any of the beds in the castle," Diavolo replied. Lucifer reclined against the headboard, trying to at least shut his eyes and rest if sleep would not come.

Satan knocked on the bedroom door, but heard no reply, so he walked in to quite the loving sight:

Diavolo and Lucifer were sitting next to each other on the bed, almost shoulder-to-shoulder, both reclined against the headboard and asleep. You were draped across both their laps on your side; your head and shoulders in Lucifer's, hips and rear in Diavolo's. It was almost as if they had to compromise who got to hold you, and the answer was clearly both.

Satan frowned. That is not how she needs to be laying in order to heal, he thought. Not one to miss an opportunity, he walked over to his eldest brother and shoved Lucifer's shoulder, rudely jolting him awake and looking haphazard at Satan. He glared at the younger sibling and looked over to Diavolo, gently rocking his shoulder.

Diavolo stirred and quickly woke up to Satan's demands.

"She cannot lie like that," Satan said.

In unison, they asked, "Why not?"

"It's not conducive for healing, so move her to lay on her back, and I'll work to rewrap her bandages," he ordered. The other two demons frowned and did as they were asked.

Lucifer left to go sit in one of the armchairs next to the window, so he wasn't in the way. Diavolo remained at your side, watching Satan's precise movements of unwrapping your bandage.

"Actually, she probably ought to be cleaned up before I go too much further-" he caught the glare of both your boyfriends. "Yes, that means I need to bathe her-" he tried to say before Lucifer cut him off.

"Nonsense, I'll take care of that-"

"Satan can do it," Diavolo cut Lucifer off this time. "We need to let him do his job." Satan looked at Lucifer expectantly and received a huff in reply.

Satan picked you up gingerly and brought you to the bathroom. He gently undressed you, grimacing at the bruises and lacerations that still laced your body, and ran a warm bath. Setting you down into it, he worked on cleaning you up. Though, Satan did find himself in awe of you. Likely, none of his brothers had such an intimate experience with you, except maybe Lucifer, and he hoped when you heard about this upon waking up, you wouldn't be too embarrassed or upset. Truly, in Satan's eyes, you had nothing to be embarrassed about, because you were beautiful in all ways. He didn't look at you in a perverted sexual way, but one of admiration and deep connection, trust and a deeper kind of love that was fortified through care tasks.

Once satisfied, he pulled you from the tub and dried you off. It was challenging to wash and dry the equivalent of a human ragdoll; however, it came in handy to have the strength of a thousand armies. Barbatos brought new clothes for you and helped Satan to dress you again. While Satan was bathing you, Barbatos had also cleared your bloodied bed, so you'd have clean blankets and sheets to enjoy.

Satan carried you back into your bedroom, and laid you in the middle, head resting on a pillow. He worked quickly to dress your wounds again, also checking on your broken leg. "Hmm, I suppose I need to make a cast for this. I'll have to get the materials for it," Satan pondered out loud.

"Take Barbatos with you and he'll purchase whatever you need," Diavolo replied. He sat himself next to you once more.

"She'll need this concoction Solomon made for her, to help with the pain," Satan said, handing a bottle to Lucifer from his med kit. Lucifer instantly raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"Solomon may not cook very well, but he can get medicine right, most of the time," Satan replied, slightly hesitating at the end. "Simeon got called to the Celestial Realm but said he would return as soon as possible when I told him what happened."

"Thank you, Satan," Diavolo called out softly. Satan nodded and left the room to find Barbatos for cast materials. Lucifer left the armchair to join you two on the other side, running his hand through your hair.

Diavolo and Lucifer shared a glance and continued to watch over you.

Where am I? you thought.

"You're unconscious, we are in your mind," a voice replied. It was bodyless, nowhere but simultaneously everywhere.

In your mind's eye, you couldn't see anything, but you felt as though you were in a room, somewhere familiar. You felt bodyless as well, not exactly existing but you were certainly aware of your sense of self.

"I have questions for you," the voice called out.

What are they?

"Are you happy with your life?" it asked.

Mulling it over, surely the number of times you have almost died since arriving in the Devildom has far surpassed the number of times when you were back in the human world, so that wasn't great. However, you never felt surer of yourself and your purpose in life than being in the Devildom, with your chosen family that you loved most dearly. Flashes of your loved ones came to mind, and it wasn't hard to give your answer.

I am.

"Do you know what lies before you, now?"

No. What is it?

"A choice is to be made, at your hand. I am here to present to you your options and answer your questions, should you want to know," it answered.

What is the decision I have to make?

"It is in regard to your soul. The sake of your soul is currently hanging in the air, waiting to be left intact, or stolen."

What do you mean?

"The choice you have to make is whether or not you want to keep your soul."

Okay, what if I keep my soul?

"You shall ascend to the Celestial Realm after your humanly death, and become one of heaven's finest angels, a seraph, one of glory and radiating pure holy light and serving as the right hand of Michael himself."

And if I give it away?

"You shall be reborn and reign as the Devildom's fiercest Avatars, that which of competing in strength and ability with the eldest of the Avatars."

Why are you telling me this?

"It would be a shame for you not to know you have another option than the one that is currently being laid out for you by two particular demons." It paused for several moments as you considered its words.

"Good luck, and I'm sorry," it added.

A vortex then tore through the space you resided in, sucking you in just to spit you back out into streamline consciousness.

"Mm," you mumbled.

Shooting red hot pain flared up your leg, and it caused you to jolt, eyes flying open and gasping.

"Darling, darling, I need you to drink this," Diavolo tried to tell you, but it was hard to hear over the pounding heartbeat in your ears. He turned your head and pressed a bottle lip to your mouth. You tried to fight him because your vision was still blurry, but Lucifer then held you in place as they fed Solomon's pain reliever down your throat. Once it was completely gone, they released you, and you tried to sit up, which ended with you falling back into the mattress.

It was like watching an injured animal struggle, how you thrashed to tried to sit up and move on your own, but it felt as though someone tied a thousand lead weights to your body. Lucifer finally took your head into his hands and forced you to look at him.

"Dove, please stop moving, you need to be still," he pleaded. "Or at least let us help you," he added.

Nodding, you tried to speak, only to be met with nothing more than a whisper, and you clutched your throat. Your boyfriends shared a pained look and returned their attention to you.

"Help me sit up," you whispered. Both demons hoisted you up so that your back was against the headboard, and you seethed and hissed as your broken leg drug up the bed, feeling the soreness in your torso.

With heavy, ragged breaths, you looked at your surroundings. You were in your castle suite. Diavolo sat next to you on your left, and Lucifer was kneeling onto the mattress on your right. They both looked at you with concern, unsure of whether to hug you or let you be.

"What happened?" you rasped.

"What do you remember?" Diavolo asked, fighting the urge to pull you into his arms now that you were awake.

"The colosseum, three demons assaulting me. They broke my leg and choked me out," you whispered. Immediately, you shucked off the covers and saw your mangled leg wrapped in a bloody bandage. It hurt just to even look at it.

"Darling..." Diavolo trailed off, unsure of what to say.

"We took care of those demons, they'll never bother you again," Lucifer said, trying to redirect your thoughts.

Hot tears spilled over your cheeks. The memories were flooding back, and you could remember screaming out for help when two of the demons held you down while the third snapped your tibia before your very eyes but help never came. You were all you had in those final moments before the third reached up to your neck and put you into a sleeper hold, so they could stop your screaming and escape.

Diavolo grasped your hand closest to him and held it in both of his. The warmth was welcoming, but it couldn't stop the horrors that kept replaying in your head.

Lucifer gave Diavolo a knowing look and nodded.

"MC," Diavolo said, now very serious, and it caused you to immediately look up into his piercing golden eyes. "I need to ask you something, something very important. I'm going to make you an offer, and I need you to carefully consider what it is I'm asking. Can you do that for me?"

Slowly nodding, you whispered, "I'm listening."

"Would you want to become a demon?"

Thanks for reading~ <3

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sadbi-hours · 2 years

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Title: God's Gonna Cut You Down

Pairing: Nick Goode/ Ziggy Berman

Rating: SFW (ish)

A/N: I made a quick playlist for this idea, only because I couldn't help myself. But I kept that short & sweet. I wanted to focus mainly on the aesthetics of this premise.

Image Credits: Banner made by me with the help of PicsArt/Canva and Google Images

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@anyfandomgoesbingo: Zicky Ship Custom Bingo Card- I2- Free Space: Gothic

@anyfandomangstbingo: N2- Arson

@anyfandomaubingo: N2- Political AU

@anyfandomdarkbingo: G2- God Complex

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The devil once found Solomon Goode, and he gave his soul. But Caleb Goode, Solomon's great grandson, found God... and helped raised a new generation of Goode men to serve our Lord and savior.

But as all Goode men soon learn, there is no complete good to having the Goode name—and a deep devotion in prayer holds its own power, an intoxicating and all-consuming mixture that is just waiting to be abused.

To escape the devil, Caleb Goode gave his soul to God. But even belief can become corrupted—and Nick Goode is the most corrupt man of the Lord there is.

He has a tight grip on the whole of their small and divided town. What he says goes... and what he wants, he gets. And what he wants is Ziggy Berman, a lady of the night and perpetual sinner, all to himself.

With her fiery red hair and her unashamed nature, she wears her Shadyside heritage and Camp Nightwing traumas like a badge of honor.

To the scum of Shadyside, to them, she is like a beacon of hope to those just as unfortunate as her...and to Sunnyvale, she's something to own and ruin with their carnal urges.

But to Nick, she's neither of these things. She's just the one who got away... and no Goode is ever used to not getting what they want and Nick is no exception to the rule.

He wants Ziggy Berman, and he will possess her no matter the cost... whether she wants him to or not.

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smolcinnamonchipmunk · 10 months

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I think it's so funny that Solomon and Satan/Lucifers's cards have black drips instead of blood, and then the whole game has so many horny lines. Literally "I can excuse the brothers telling you they want you carnally, but I draw the line at a little bit of blood"

Like, maybe I want the gore and vore without being a whore, buddy boy

#cinntalks

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obeymeluv · 11 months

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heyy i’m just here to say that i’ve loved for content for SO SO long now and i just really hope you’re doing well! i know you said your busy but i was wondering if you’ve checked out the new nightbringer game?

obey me finally has a new surge of popularity again and i was wondering what your thoughts on it are?

Hello there my friend! I appreciate all the love and support. I plan to slip back into Obey Me! soon but haven't done it yet. I still have my current run on my phone--just dealing with some things at work and haven't carved out time to be consistent.

I actually got into Nightbringer fairly quick/early because it looked easier to sink into compared to the grinding/upkeep of Obey Me! I don't remember what level I'm on but I'm certainly enjoying how colorful it is and the songs just keep beating me over the head! In a good way though.

Definitely have my favorite songs, haha. The storyline itself is interesting and seems to be a reverse of the original in some ways. I like that we're getting to see the boys when they were "younger" demons and I have always wondered what a more "carnal" version of them would include. I want to see them struggle and come to terms with the birth of their demon selves and I'm eating good.

Overall opinion: I think it's colorful and intriguing. I like that they tied MC in believably and that Solomon is hanging around, but there are times when I feel that they're beating us over the head too much with inclusions meant to cement the MC into the boys' life and into the Devildom. Like...overly so. Sometimes painfully so. So far I've noticed the biggest change between Nightbringer Satan and Obey Me! Satan. I expected this, given the timeline, but I like to see character development this way. And I like how it explains some of the boys' history (like how they became Avatars, etc.)

Good stuff. Need to start playing it again. At one point I was rotating between Twisted Wonderland and Nightbringer. Everything's such a mess at work that I don't really have time for either one, sadly.

#nightbringer obey me #om! nightbringer

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charlesdesvoeux · 2 months

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terror rewatch time!!! i'll be using this post to comment on ep. 7 "horrible from supper" block the tag terrorwatch2 if you'd like :-)

"see you in a months time mr. hickey" you guys don't know what happened to me when I first watched this. and I can't put it into words either

waaaait is this the moment where hickey zeroes in on tozer. "i hope I'm stood next to you when it comes" and of course he meant it as "so I can shove you to the creature and not me" but ec's delusional ass was like "oh. he desires me carnally" which to be fair was also true, I think, even this early. AND BILLY MAKING SUCH A WEIRD FACE IN THE BACKGROUND TOO.

i love that billy was the first one to express mutinous intentions. AND HICKEY TOUCHING HIS WAIST WHEN HE TELLS HIM TO SPEAK HIS MIND AAAAAAA

hartnell ❤️❤️❤️ also hodge kinda looking :-/ and hickey noticing it.......

collins :-((( trystan gravelle the actor that you are.......

goodsir trying to protect silna from the lead poisoning tipping hickey off that something was wrong!!!! also the brewing dissatisfaction expressed by tommy armitage!!!!

and of course, the burden of morfin and tozer of being the only two men who know that they are even more doomed than they thought they were, that lieutenant fairholme is dead and his men are dead and really they're all living dead men right now. i hadn't noticed they were tied by this, and then later tozer mercy-kills him.

also of course crozier choosing to keep this from the crew also brewing dissatisfaction. as blanky said to jfj "if you're gonna keep things from the men you need to give them something in return"!!!!!

little crozier dad son bonding time 🥹

tozer trying to get the mutiny boys guns and crozier being like ok until he hears. of course. mr. hickey. SOLOMON YOU FUMBLED THAT ONE. "The reason is sound, some of those names are not"

"My head. Cut it off. Put it with the others". We circle back to the idea of what is "a mercy" that was also very present in the last episode.

the cut from harry and silna together, to harry alone facing in the direction she had been the past night....... oh my god.......

funny thing is. hickey wanted to be noticed by crozier so bad. and if he had just done his fucking job well and been a nice person he probably would have been noticed and well regarded just like hartnell was. thing is though hickey doesn't even necessarily care for the "well regarded part" he just wants to be SEEN and if it's for being a shithead so be it (we can see that in his first interaction with goodsir, clearly goodsir dislikes him but still hickey beams with joy because AT LEAST HE WAS SEEN)

"that is my job you are shaving away" they were fucking crazy for that.

hodge not being at the command meeting probably really got under his skin.

ooooooh crozier promoting jopson is on one hand a good idea and in the other a bad one. bc "it's never been done" so I guess it highlights how bullshit that whole hierarchical system which divides human beings into "officers" and "men" is bullshit and it'll probably foster resentment. but it's also good for crozier bc it means there's someone he trusts in a position of authority.

"some modicum of protocol must be observed, even here" oh but soon this'll break too. don't worry.

re: the lead poisoned cans i must say once again hickey is actually a smart person. thing is he is also a narcissist with god delusions and thus he fucks up more than he should and doesn't usually learn from his mistakes because well. narcissism.

just the fact that hickey and tozer can pull hodge aside and talk so frankly about everything and call francis not "the captain" or "Mr. Crozier" but just. "crozier" something which even like 2 months ago would have been unthinkable. it shows how inadequate these structures they have are in the face of that landscape, those odds, those circumstances.

this reveals so much about both hodge and hickey!!!! "I'm not a captain, I'm not made of that" "you can be whatever you need to be now" which is ec's whole life philosophy.

also "let me be your lieutenant" he knows how to play psychologically..... an officer would balk at allowing himself to be led by a caulker's mate....... so he must think he is the leader..... while clearly hickey is running the operation.

when hodge takes armitage and pocock (new terror guy unlocked!!!) and jirv realizes then that he must take hickey he looks SO UNCOMFORTABLE

"The captain said so, didn't he?" That the netsilik would help them and yup he was right, at which moment hickey realizes it would be useful to kill the both of them and pin it on the netsilik and then kill the netsilik so as to leave no trace of his fuckery in order to further undermine crozier too

"my name is lieutenant john irving of her majesty's royal navy" and the way. the way this means nothing to them. babyboy. forget about being an officer. try being a man.

THE WAY HE IS ALMOST CRYING WHEN HE JUST SAYS "JOHN".

and like. the way he kills john feels so. professional. practiced. even before we get the confirmation that he indeed killed cornelius hickey we get the impression that ec has killed before. ec was a killer; cornelius hickey was not. but now cornelius hickey is a killer too.

#terrorwatch2

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