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[ruewrites]

Helloo! I dunno if your requests are still open or if you forgot to change it. If that is the case, feel free to ignore this.

I wanted to request a platonic scenario with Simeon and Solomon. I was thinking of a hurt/comfort where Simeon comforts Solomon when he is going through a bad time, probably something related to his immortality or the people he lost during his long life. I mean, that is a suggestion, but you can do anything you want, I just want Simeon comforting Solomon because their friendship is very cute <33

Pray for Us

AO3

Word Count: 1917

Warnings: light mentions of Solomon forgetting to eat (I know this is a little canon, our wizard not taking care of himself, but I still want to put the warning here)

A/N: I think... it may still have turned out a little sadder than I intended... But I hope you still enjoy Anon! I'm sorry it took me so long to write :,) I hope you enjoy!

It started out as a trick of the eye, a feather that only appeared to be less than perfect due to a trick of the light. It wasn't anything, it would never be anything. Yet it lingered in the back of Simeon's mind, floating and drifting among his thoughts. 

He had all intents and purposes to ignore it entirely, to swat it away like a pesky mosquito. But the mosquito bit him, and soon the mark graduated from an itching rash to a burning wound. He couldn't deny what was happening anymore, he couldn't ignore Raphael's presence in Purgatory Hall.

Now it wasn't so much Raphael himself that was the issue, but it was what he represented. 

Simeon knew something had been brewing for a while now. He could feel it deep within him and now that it was coming to light. Acknowledging it was something he absolutely couldn't do. It was out of the question. Because even if it was happening, acknowledgement made it real.

It was easy to ignore.

He was content with sweeping up the feathers he left in his wake.

But it would all come crashing to a head.

It had been a gloomy day already, no one had left the house. Rain pounded on the window outside and the occasional boom of thunder ran out in the distance, stepping ever so closer to Purgatory Hall. No one had seen a wink of Solomon in a few days at this point, so Simeon decided it would be appropriate to bring him some soup and hot tea. He knocked once, then a second time. After no answer he slowly opened the door.

He figured it would be safe, it wasn't like Asmodeus was paying a visit.

But looking back, maybe he should have left the items by the door and left. He could have sent a text, but his nature wouldn't allow him. 

Solomon was hunched over his desk. Cups of lukewarm coffee and tea were scattered all throughout the room. Some were even completely cold, left long forgotten in the depths of the room. Some were in ceramics and some in disposable cups from various cafes. No doubt those had been brought to him during hours he definitely should not be substituting them for sleep. His foot brushed against one of the aforementioned cups, sending it gracefully gliding  across the floor. 

Finally, the human seemed to be snapped out of whatever daze he was in and slowly turned his head to look at Simeon.

And he looked terrible.

The bags under his eyes were dark and his eyelids were heavy. A haze still had a hold on him, but he was fighting against it just enough to feign normalcy. It was a slight cue that screamed ‘ignore this, pretend it never happened’. 

Sure, there were times the angels chewed their human roommate out for neglecting to care for himself. But there were also times, where Simeon sensed it was best to ignore the chilling wrongs hiding beneath thin veils of normalcy. And it chilled him every single time. 

Solomon offered a nod and looked down at the food in Simeon’s hands. 

“Lunch time already?”

“Dinner actually.”

“Ah.”

You skipped two meals once again.

Simeon knew it wasn’t on purpose. Sometimes it felt like Solomon forgot that time still moved around him, that it hadn’t stopped entirely. 

“I can leave it on your nightstand if-”

“No,” Solomon stopped him, raising a hand, “Would you mind staying actually? I could use the company.”

Simeon froze. 

Then, swallowing the tight knot in his throat, he moved to sit on the edge of Solomon’s bed. Solomon joined him, pulling the nightstand over as a makeshift table for the meal. 

Solomon stared at the bowl in front of him for a second too long for Simeon’s comfort, and for a moment he reflected his age. 

“Soup.”

“I figured it would be nice on a day like this. Your room is freezing.”

“I like it cold,” he murmured, lowering his eyelids and bringing the spoon to his lips.

Simeon couldn’t help but note how frail and vulnerable he looked. 

Eyes closed, he took his first sip, and then a soft smile spread across his features, “It’s wonderful. Did you use herbs from the Celestial Realm?”

“I did.”

“Fascinating,” Solomon turned back to him, “You’ll have to show me where to get them one day, or bring some back for me. I’d love to use them.”

How much longer did he have to go back?

How fast was that unforgiving clock ticking along?

"I've been doing a lot of thinking," Solomon continued, bringing another spoonful of soup to his mouth, "It's been an incredibly long time since I've been this happy. I used to isolate myself, the whole immortality thing makes human connection a little more depressing. But now, I don't have to worry about losing my connections anymore."

They made eye contact and suddenly breathing became an impossible task. His chest heaved but the air never came. He started heaving and Solomon rose with a start. 

Why had those words shaken him so much?

He knew the answer, but in the same breath he refused to acknowledge it. 

Acknowledgement made it real.

“Simeon? Did I say something that upset you?” Solomon asked. His chair creaked as he stood. This wasn’t at all how he wanted Solomon to find out. He’d wanted to sit him down when he finally settled his nerves, or perhaps he would have never told him at all in lieu of finding a remedy for his ailment. But that wasn’t how it would happen. Simeon couldn’t conjure up incredibly good lies on a good day. Now Solomon was approaching him, eyes full of concern and curiosity.

Now he was here, standing before him, the room silent except for the ticking of a clock, counting down the final seconds until Simeon shattered. 

“Simeon?”

Solomon’s voice felt so distant, echoing in the deepest recesses of his mind. His own voice felt strange and foreign to him, “That reality you mentioned, I’m afraid it may be no more.”

As if on cue, another feather fell from his form, drifting to the floor as the final punctuation to his statement.  He couldn’t bring himself to look at his companion’s face as he processed the words. It was cruel what Simeon had just done to him, beyond cruel. Would it have been an even more unforgivable act if he had continued to let Solomon believe such a pretty little lie? Perhaps even let him believe it until the day Simeon hair went gray. How long did it take them to do that?

Words failed them. There wasn’t a thing either one of them could say. Nothing could remedy the tragedy playing out, and Simeon had no power over the pen crafting his narrative. For the first time since The Celestial War, Simeon was completely, and utterly, helpless. 

It was Solomon who finally broke the silence, “Will you still spend time with me?”

There was no question of why. It honestly surprised Simeon. He expected Solomon to bargain and plead, to immediately search for a solution. It wasn’t like him to accept the unacceptable. Was it shock? The complete shattering of the reality he had just come to accept? Perhaps Simeon was much crueler than he’d realized he’d been. Ing He had completely broken this man he cared so much for.

Solomon was in pieces, and it was his fault. 

How could he deny him more time?

“Of course I will.”

The silence lingered, continuing where it left off as they sat together. Solomon tapped his fingers against the table before them. Eyes transfixed on something beyond his own sight. Simeon watched his features for any ounce of a betrayal of his emotions. 

“Is there anything I can do? Anything we can do?”

Simeon toyed with his fingertips, wishing for a moment that he had anything else to do with his hands. He knew what Solomon was asking, yet he saw no need to conjure up some pretty lie for him, no need to veil the truth he was coming to accept. That would only make it hurt more. Solomon didn’t need sweet lies, but Simeon could deliver the truth as gently as he could. 

“Take care of Luke for me would you?”

“What do you mean?”

“He’s the future you know,” Simeon’s voice wavered, “I don’t want to destroy a bright future.” Simeon’s feather wasn’t the only thing that fell to the floor. Luke was all the hope he had. He was the only good thing left he could have seen about the Celestial Realm, and now he would be the only good thing left about the Celestial Realm. Simeon had wanted to guide and mentor him through all the growing he would have left to do, wanted to be there to watch him grow into a fine young man. Now he would only be there for a fraction of his life. He wouldn’t get to see him grow, not really. Simeon would only be able to picture what his future would bring as he aged so much faster than him.

And Solomon-

Poor Solomon.

Simeon genuinely looked forward to all the growing he would do as well. He was the most powerful and interesting human he’d ever met. Strange yes, but that was part of his charm. What would Luke’s future look like with Solomon there? Most likely Michael wouldn’t let him with Solomon full time. Oh Michael…. What would Luke be like under his care? The idea of him being Luke’s only caretaker made Simeon feel quite bleak. All the work he’d done, all the lessons he tried to teach, would it all be for nothing? Would Michael close the blinds that Simeon had worked so hard to lift.

There weren’t many young angels anymore.

Luke was the future.

And the future seemed uncertain and fragile, and Simeon was powerless.

“No.”

Solomon’s voice wasn’t sharp, and yet it still managed to cut through the room. It was a tone so foreign, not one Simeon had ever heard before.

“What? Solomon-” he barely had time to turn before Solomon’s arms were wrapped tightly around him. His fingers fastened around the fabric of his shirt. Solomon’s grip was suffocating, desperate.  Simeon wasn’t sure what to do with his own hands, and so they fell to his side, limp and useless. 

“I’m not doing that,” Simeon swore he heard his breath hitch, “Because I’m going to find a way to fix this. There has to be a way, there has to.” 

His shoulder was dampening now, it crept into the fabric leaving a cold and uncomfortable wetness as the seconds passed.  More feathers fell to the floor each time Solomon moved. All it did was continue to make Simeon’s poor heart ache. Eventually his hands lifted to Solomon’s shoulders, a soft and mournful smile forming on his lips as he leaned into Solomon’s sorrowful embrace. 

“Perhaps we should start praying,” the words were ironic, he knew this, and yet he couldn’t help himself, “For us.”

The rain continued to fill the silence, and Simeon couldn’t bring himself to let go. Solomon was a determined man, Simeon knew this. There wasn’t an ambition he couldn’t capture, an obstacle he couldn’t solve. Yet as they sat there in silence, and as he enveloped Solomon in what remained of his wings, he couldn’t help but wonder.

Was there a prayer in Heaven left for him?

#ruewrites #obey me #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #solomon & simeon #hurt no comfort #hurt minimal comfort #anon #ask #anon ask

[fearthefuzzybear]

imagine a romantic comedy show centered around a guy who invented a robot to solve all his problems. there would be a repeating gag where the robot would say, "what can i do for you?" and the guy would say, "what CAN'T you do for me? you were created to solve all my problems!" and then he would mumble, "except my love life" or something like that.

NOW. yes there would be a running gag that the guy is single because hes bad with dates. but slowly he starts to develop feelings for the robot. and the robot loves him too, but has been keeping quiet about it because it thinks that the guy wants a relationship outside of the two of them. and then they live happily ever after

and of course in the finale episode the robot would go, "i was created to solve all pf your problems," and the guy would go, "you did,"

#ruewrite #<- so i can find it later

[pseudonymphomania]

Sometimes all we need is a hug…

… so Diavolo decrees today to be Hug Day. I hope everyone has a great day, and if not, someone will always be there to hug you.

Thank you @cslfallen @hgvvvh @turtleybeachin @flappingdragon @revoleotion @ruewrites; you all know what you did.

A special thanks to @gurgurlac for being my first fan here and a special special thanks to @possum-with-anxiety for going down my entire catalogue of work and liking everything, even the most unhinged of nonsense lol. Don’t think I don’t notice the shenanigans going on in my notes.

And, though I won’t tag everyone, I hope you know that I appreciate you in particular, the person looking at this message, because even though I don’t know you, the fact that you can see me means that you and I exist in this infinite cosmos together, drawn together by the randomest of forces. Closing the gap only takes a hello.

#obey me diavolo #obey me lucifer #obey me barbatos #obey me mephistopheles #obey me shall we date #obey me #fanart #obey me fluff #obey me fanart #obey me fandom #obey me mc #dialuci #diavolo x lucifer #obey me dialuci #diastopheles #the fantastic three #the fantastic four #hug day #obey me nightbringer #obey me boys #my safe art

[radarchives]

im desperate for more Solomon and/or solodeus content

solodeus it is!

(and a big thanks to @ruewrites for being my designated solodeus spokesperson)

#answers #obey me #solodeus #solomon #asmodeus #working on my solodeus chapter fic rn so this just works very well for me

[leviathanswingman]

The Lament of Asmodeus/ a character study

gift for @ruewrites

category: gen

warnings: violence, blood

word count: 1965

Asmodeus was standing in the middle of his bathroom, staring down at the tub as it was rapidly filling up with crystal clear water. There was a sweet scent, almost sickeningly so, wafting through the humid air. Several flacons and phials were lined up on the edge of the tub, most of them already halfway empty with how often Asmo tended to use them. Mixing them together and watching them form bubbles in the bath had become somewhat of a calming ritual to him. Today however, this little trick of his didn’t seem to work.

Asmodeus was simply standing there, his eyes unfocused and his mind far away as the rushing of water filled his ears and numbed his mind. He watched the way it came gushing out of the faucet, gallon after gallon, the steam rising up and turning the air clammy.

Slowly, he crouched down, reached over the edge and dipped one finger in, the water forming little ripples around it, almost as if trying to flee from his unholy hands. The water turned the lightest shade of carmine as soon as his finger dove in. Asmo flinched, pulling back quickly as if he’d been burnt. His chest was heaving with every new breath. It was getting harder and harder to breathe.

Red, that was all he was able to see. Both of his hands were drenched in it, and there were the remains of something stuck under his perfectly manicured nails. The moment he took note of it, he could also feel it. Screwing his eyes shut, he plunged his hands straight back into the water, trying to rid himself of the dirt and grime. Tears were threatening to spill, only stopped by a certain kind of numbness that had been spreading out from his heart to his fingertips ever since he’d returned home.

After a moment had passed, he slowly lifted his head back up again. Crouching opposite from him was his own reflection, staring back at him unnervingly.

Dried blood was dragging down his hair, making his pretty curls look flat and droopy. His eyes, big with terror, were makeup free and deep set, the bags under his eyes more than prominent.

For once, Asmodeus regretted having filled the room with mirrors on each wall. There was no way to escape from what had become so glaringly obvious. There was no way to run away from that demon he did not recognise. It felt like his reflection was taunting him, beckoning to come closer and dig deeper.

It seemed like the little dove had been right after all. Asmodeus, they called him. Back in the Celestial Realm, he was known as the jewel of the heavens. Every angel, no matter how old or young, used to marvel at the mere sight of him, so pure, so divine. The taste of his name had been like honey on everybody’s tongues, sweet and sure to stick. If they were to see him now, what would they think? Would their eyes widen in shock? Would they perhaps avert their gazes, too embarrassed to even look him in the eye? What would they say in the comforts of their homes, when they thought no one was listening, stripped of all social kindness? The possibilities were maddening to think about and Asmo couldn’t help but keep mulling it over in his mind until the thought was familiar enough to lack its original bite. It was a vicious circle.

He raised his head and opened his eyes again. Staring back at him was someone he barely recognized. Perhaps the demon in front of him was a more accurate representation of Asmodeus than his angel self could have ever been. Only now, it seemed like the outside finally matched the inside.

Asmodeus was trapped in his demon form. Frustratingly enough, he hadn’t been able to transform back in spite of his best efforts. It hadn’t taken long for his initial annoyance to turn into hot flashes of panic. He didn’t know what to do. No one had ever been there to teach him what he should do in a moment like this. No one had told him.

For a second, he considered calling for Lucifer, but quickly decided against it. There was no need to reveal the disappointment that he had become to the brother he idolised the most.

“Go back,” he whispered to himself, lifting one hand to touch his horns with shaky fingers. “Come on, retreat,” he urged, but his body refused to listen.

Frustrated, Asmo pushed his hands against his face just to drop them back into the water immediately. Then, an agitated tear escaped the corner of his eye. It seemed like the water hitting his face had been his last straw.

Asmodeus began to weep bitterly. He turned around, his back leaning against the edge of the tub, and let his head fall back into his hands.

He took in a shaky breath. Ever since their fall, his brothers had made sure to bring up time and time again how Asmo was the only one who hadn’t changed, how he’d adapted to their new environment far too quickly while staying exactly the same as he’d always been.

However, Asmo knew better. He was nothing but a fraud sitting in a glass house. His brothers had no clue how terribly wrong they were. After all, it was all a farce, a face he put up deliberately to keep his brothers hopeful and smiling. That little feeling that had already been there back in the celestial realm, growing and growing, that unhinged sort of agitation he tried to keep hidden in the depths of his soul, held tight like a closed fist, had come undone the moment he’d fallen. There was no way to gather the pieces of his sanity when they’d already spread to the winds.

Even now, he couldn’t understand what his brothers were seeing in him. Of course, he made sure to always be there for them, to cheer them up and make their days a little brighter. But that didn’t change the fact that even back in the Celestial Realm, he’d already shown the first signs of rot. Sure, he’d been delightful and sweet, yet the amount of times he’d been chased through the celestial realm by Raphael for not listening and acting up certainly spoke against his commitment to his piety. The hours upon hours he’d spent on their holy grounds, bent by the waist, head towards the floor, praying for forgiveness, begging for endurance, clinging to the slowly unraveling pieces of his holiness. He’d jumped on every piece of adoration he was offered, believed in everyone calling him pretty and perfect and free of flaws and thought it enough. Recently, Asmodeus found himself missing living with his eyes closed and his heart blind.

He’d always know there was something off with him. That certain unrest in his heart had grown and grown until it finally flew off the rails. How could he pretend to be good after what he’d done? Of course, Asmo was aware that good wasn’t a term used to describe demons. Still, he couldn’t say goodbye to it just yet, couldn’t help but yearn for an ideal that didn’t apply to him anymore.

Asmodeus still remembered the euphoria he felt when his claws dug through the other demon’s chest, their heart still pulsating, heavy and oh so warm in his hand. An excited giggle, a little trill, had escaped his lips when he realized that the demon was about to take his last struggling breath, Asmodeus being the sole cause of it. It was power, it was an immense strength he'd never had before. It was almost orgasmic in nature.

He’d pulled the heart close to his own, cradled it in his arms before sinking his teeth into the flesh, eyes still on that dying demon whose eyes showed nothing but defiance and fear. Blood spurted out, sullying Asmo’s clothes and running down his open maw. The taste was incredibly sweet, delicious like sin.

Once he’d come off his high, realization hit him. Of what he’d done, of what he’d become. Perhaps this was his punishment for abandoning his father, their home. Bitter tears rolled down his cheeks, mixing with blood and grime. He was afraid of what he’d become, how much more he could change and how monstrous he could truly become.

Asmodeus opened his eyes, and met his own reflection in the water, his bloodied, feral self smirking back at him, his expression wild, eyes still gleaming with a condescending sort of ferocity. Before he even realized he was doing it, he was digging his fingers into the corner of his mouth, trying to get rid of that cursed smile. Asmodeus started to hyperventilate.

Then, suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Asmo’s head whipped around, panic fresh in his chest. All words were lost on his tongue as he waited with stuttering breaths. No one could see him like this.

Someone cleared their throat outside of the door. “Asmodeus.” Lucifer’s voice cut through the unruliness of Asmo’s mind, clear as day. “May I come in?” his brother asked after a moment of silence.

Asmodeus swallowed once. He couldn’t let him in. There was no way Lucifer could see him like this. His brothers didn’t know. They simply couldn’t know and he didn't want them to find out.

He saw the door handle being pushed down and panicked. “Don’t- don’t come in!” He realized how panicked it had come out. “I’m in the bath right now, I’m naked!” he exclaimed, certain that it would turn his brother away, the lie bloody on his tongue.

“I'm coming in.” Lucifer's voice cut in mercilessly. There was no stopping him.

Asmodeus buried his head further in his hands and refused to look up. He didn't want to see the look he'd find on his oldest brother's face. He wouldn't be able to take the disappointment and disgust.

“Asmodeus?” His brother's steps quickened. He heard the sound of the tap being closed. Asmodeus sniffed and remained quiet.

Then, he heard shuffling. It seemed like Lucifer had knelt down next to him. Slowly, Asmodeus lifted his head.

“Are you hurt?” Lucifer asked after a moment of silence.

Asmo shook his head and bit his lip. “This isn't-” he started, but stopped himself. This isn't what? Wasn't this exactly what it looked like? His shoulders shook with this new weight he had to carry. “This isn't mine,” he finally brought out, his voice small and defeated. Then, he allowed himself to glance at his brother after he wiped his eyes. There was a strange expression on Lucifer's face, a mixture of exasperation and sorrow.

“Tell me what happened,” he said after a beat of silence. It came out sounding a bit stunted, a bit strange.

Asmo shook his head and breathed in deeply. A sob threatened to bubble up again and he pressed his fists against his eyes in order to stop it. “I happened. I don't know what went wrong I just-”

“You let go,” Lucifer suggested. Slowly, he sat down next to his brother.

“I killed them. I ripped their heart out and made it mine. And you know what's even worse? It felt so good.”

Carefully, Lucifer put one hand on Asmo’s back, rubbing it up and down in a soothing pattern. Asmodeus curled further in on himself.

“It will get easier. It may not seem like it, but you will get better. You're a demon now, Asmodeus. The Celestial Realm's rules don't apply to us anymore. You have to learn to let go.”

Asmodeus put his head on Lucifer's shoulder and pressed his eyes shut.

“I don't think I know how,” he whispered quietly.

#my writing #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #asmodeus #lucifer #asmodeus obey me #character study #kind of? #fanfiction #angst #don't blame me if this looks slightly ass i posted it at the asscrack of dawn omw to work via tumblr mobile #anyway #asmo is bbygirl but slso let's make him slightly fucked up and sad

[obeymebutcursed]

Barbatos' animal influence was a dead bat.

It was meant to be the opposite of Diavolo's dad, who's animal form was inspired by the deadbeat.

-RueWrites

I mean yeah okay fair enough

#obey me #obey me cursed #obey me shall we date #obey me barbatos

[revoleotion]

done enough

with @ruewrites ' TABOL series finally coming to an end, I was inspired to write some post-canon with Barbatos. This text has a rather graphic description of an autistic meltdown (although it is not identified as such), but there is a happy ending.

thank you so much for encouraging me to write and of course for providing us with that amazing fanfic! i will probably reread it over and over again

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It doesn't happen the first day after everything that goes down. Not on the second day either.

In fact, throughout Solomon's recovery and anything that follows, Barbatos is surprisingly calm. He hugs Luke who melts into the embrace, he stays by Asmodeus' side and watches over his husband, he returns to his duties like nothing happened.

He spends hours in the kitchen to prepare snacks for Solomon and Asmodeus to take with them for their trip, and perhaps that's when it could've happened but it doesn't.

Barbatos smiles when Asmodeus hugs him. He allows Solomon to do the same, and even hugs him back, his chin resting on Solomon's shoulder. Lucifer locks eyes with him then, and for a reason he can't place, a shiver runs down his back. It's then that he realizes that Barbatos' smile is a little too bright.

He doesn't worry too much about it, then. They're all sad about saying goodbye, and if this is Barbatos' way of (not) showing it, it's fine with Lucifer.

"I hate goodbyes," Diavolo says, reaching for his hand and giving it a squeeze. "Don't you agree, my love?"

"Would your favorite food make you feel better, my lord?" Barbatos asks before Lucifer can respond, and in between Diavolo's cheerful approval and Barbatos' gentle smile, Lucifer thinks that they will all get through this.

"Where would we be without you, Barbatos?" he asks as they make their way inside. Barbatos hesitates at that, but after a split-second he continues walking.

Diavolo pulls at Lucifer's hand and calls, "Come on!", so Lucifer can't help but follow him. He catches sight of Barbatos' expression one last time before their butler disappears into the kitchen - a sober expression that leaves no room for anything else.

It doesn't happen that day.

Or the next one.

But on the third day after Solomon's and Asmodeus' departure, Barbatos finally breaks down.

_____

Lucifer finds him. He later wonders if things would've gone differently if Diavolo were the one to do it, but there's no use in speculation.

Barbatos is on the floor of his own chambers. It once again surprises Lucifer how empty the room is, how little trace of the man it holds. Barbatos could disappear tomorrow and he'd leave no proof that he's ever lived here. Their butler is rocking back and forth with no sign of noticing, let alone recognizing Lucifer. His hands are firmly pressed against his ears and his eyes squeezed shut.

"Barbatos?" Lucifer asks.

Of course he suspected it. He's seen similar behavior in Levi, which allowed him to draw his own conclusions about Barbatos. But he has never been comfortable to address this, not even with Diavolo. It never mattered, nor did Lucifer think that it was his business.

He has a vague idea of what to do when Levi breaks down like this. But what Levi needs in moments like this might not what Barbatos needs, so he needs to be careful.

"Barbatos," Lucifer repeats. He doesn't want to raise his voice but he stresses the name in an attempt to make himself heard.

Their butler finally looks up, his eyes widening. He drops his hands, possibly in an attempt to look more put together, but when he opens his mouth to speak, nothing comes out.

"Are you hurt?" Lucifer asks. He knows that Levi will sometimes hit himself in moments like these, although Barbatos seems unharmed.

With what seems like a monumental effort, Barbatos shakes his head. His eyes flicker to the door, and Lucifer pulls it shut behind him. Once that is done, he steps closer, keeping enough distance so Barbatos doesn't feel suffocated but close enough to step in if he starts hurting himself.

"Do you want me to get Diavolo?" Lucifer asks.

Barbatos shakes his head again, more frantically now. He wraps his arms around himself and presses his face against his knees.

"Do you think I've done enough?" he asks.

Lucifer, who didn't expect him to speak, jumps a little. He sits down on the floor opposite of him, watching him closely.

"Why do you ask?" he asks back.

Barbatos makes a little, painful noise and curls even further into himself.

"I could've done more," he whispers. "To protect… To be useful. If only I had been there to… take it instead…"

Lucifer isn't sure if he's talking about Diavolo or Solomon, or perhaps both of them. After a few seconds, Barbatos lifts his head again. His eyes are red, like he hasn't slept in days.

"I'm very sorry you have to see me like this, your majesty."

"Shut up," Lucifer says before he can stop himself. "You're my friend. It's alright. You - you've done so much for him. For us. I can't believe you… I can't believe you're really that stupid."

Barbatos winces, although he seems more surprised than offended.

"Let me ask you this," Lucifer continues slowly. "When will you ever accept that you deserve the same we all do? To be happy? You… You can't convince yourself that you're worth less than the rest of us."

Barbatos gives him a look that seems to say, "I can and I will", and Lucifer wants to laugh but holds himself back.

"They love you," Lucifer says. "And we love you too. We don't want you to suffer, that's not how it works."

It seems like the silence stretches into an eternity, but after a while, Barbatos nods.

"I see," he says.

"You better." Lucifer hesitates. "Now, do you want a hug? Something to drink? A blanket? All of the above in that order?"

Barbatos nods, which is why Lucifer moves closer to hug him. He isn't one to hug you back, at least not usually, and it doesn't surprise Lucifer that he doesn't do it now either. Lucifer hugs him for exactly five seconds, then he lets go of him and gets up.

"Are you ready to get up?" he asks, which Barbatos responds to by shaking his head. "Alright. I'll be right back with your water."

_____

He ends up joining Barbatos on the floor again, the blanket draped over both of them. Barbatos sips his water and then puts the empty cup down.

"Thank you," he says. "And thank you for not… I don't want to worry him."

"You should tell him. You deserve to be taken care of if you need it."

Barbatos doesn't respond, which might be agreement or disagreement, or a sign that he will think about it. He falls asleep a while later, head resting against Lucifer's shoulder. That's the position Diavolo finds them in, and when Lucifer quietly assures him that everything is fine, he scoops Barbatos up and puts him down on his bed.

"He's so stupid," Diavolo whispers.

"Yeah," Lucifer whispers back. "I told him."

#obey me #tabol #fanfic fanfic

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Sunday Fic Rec

Starting up a new thing of posting recommendations for fics every Sunday. I'll be posting reviews about this fic every Wednesday, so if you wish to read the fic first, make sure to avoid the tag #fanfic spoilers

The first is...

We're Blooming Together by RueSinger

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: M/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Relationships: Asmodeus/Solomon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Asmodeus & Solomon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Diavolo/Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)

Characters: Asmodeus (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Solomon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Mammon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Leviathan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Satan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Belphegor (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Beelzebub (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Luke (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Simeon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Barbatos (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Diavolo (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)

Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Fluff, Alternate Universe - Human, Human AU, au!human, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Slice of Life, College, Pining, Longing, Family Dynamics, Crushes, Secret Crush, Romantic Tension, Friends to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Drinking, Humor, Fluff and Humor, Romantic Fluff, Nausea, Angst with a Happy Ending, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Relationships, Eventual Romance, the nausea warning is only for the ending of chapter 8, Asmodeus-centric (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)

Language: English

This work is on AO3 and Tumblr (under @ruewrites), and is a completed series, featuring 12 chapters. It takes a spin on the Obey Me! Usual by being a human au. It's certainly a good read if you like fluff, Solasmo, Obey Me!, or all three.

#ruewrites #we're blooming together #wbt #fanfic rec #asmodeus #solomon #asmodeus x solomon #solomon x asmodeus #solasmo #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me solomon #obey me #obey me shall we date

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Original Works

So!! I finally got back to writing fics. I’m not really into a fandom deep enough right now so I’ve been writing my own original short works and one-shots featuring my OC Chi and @saturnswarrior​‘s OC Drake. I have two up so far. 1) California- a cute songfic <3 (California by LaPeer is a really good song, take a listen) https://archiveofourown.org/works/22761952 2) A Bond Forged In Blood - angst, Major Character Death  https://archiveofourown.org/works/22886299

(Art by @saturnswarrior​)

#ruewrites #adisanoctem #if ur interested #comments would be much appreciated #oc #original works

[rainiishowers]

Simebarb Headcanons

I am having brainrot over this ship and I thought I would share just a few headcanons because we all need a little of the classy dad couple in our lives 1. They ballroom dance when they are alone.. Well Diavolo found them dancing a few times, and when MC comes to drop off Luke for baking lessons, they sometimes watch with Diavolo or just with Luke. 2. Being the extremely classy couple they are, usually have relaxing dates by the fire or just time alone. 3. Sometimes the family (Luke, Barbs and Simeon) would bake together, Luke never mind of course, he is always happy to share tips with Simeon that he may or may not know already. 4. They both have tea flavors that make them think of each other, 5. Barbatos, being the extremely observant person he is, knows when Simeon is down in the dumps, so he will try to cheer him up. It probably starts off just asking what he could do but he learned what exactly to do after a while

#Some headcanons inspired by @ruewrites #simebarb #simeon x barbatos #barbatos x simeon

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extracurricular activities

✧ pairing: dabihawks x tomura x reader

✧ word count: 10.3k | ao3 mirror

✧ warnings: college au/no quirks, poly group sex, sub!tomura, mean dom!dabi, soft dom!reader, switch!hawks, sex toys, anal sex, anal fingering, oral sex, face sitting, face fucking, tad of voyuerism, spitting, spanking, power dynamics, smoking mention, alcohol mention, mention of questionable mental health, dabi is an asshole, dabi's pierced dick, very brief mention of feet (dabi steps on you), tomura gets filled, crack, humor and smut, kitchen sex, degradation, praise, titty suckin', afab terms used for reader, no pronouns, pet names (sweetheart and slut), lots of swearing

✧ summary: In which Dabi wrecks the apartment, and you all wreck Tomura's ass.

✧ a/n: This takes place after the events of Restoration and 18th Century Lit, so you'll wanna check that out first. Thank @ruewrites for this monstrosity, she made me do it. Baby's first foursome fic, so be gentle with me. I might fuck around and write something similar from Tomura's POV. I was too deep into it when that occurred to me. N E wayz enjoy y'all.

“Somebody better tell me which bodily fluid this is in the next ten seconds,” you shouted from the kitchen, scrubbing sponge clenched in a rubber glove clad fist, “and if it’s jizz I am leaving immediately.”

A mop of blonde hair peaked out from behind one of the bedroom doors and squinted at the crusty white splatter caked onto the cabinet you held open.

“Uh yeah, jury’s out on that one, but the odds do not seem to be in your favor,” Keigo’s nose crinkled as he spoke before disappearing once more into the fray. “At least it’s not blood!”

“No, that was just in the bathroom,” you muttered to yourself, holding your breath and scrubbing harder at the flaking stain.

“Yeah that last DIY piercing did not go well,” Dabi chuckled, sauntering out into the kitchen and plopping himself down on the counter you kneeled atop.

He was clad in a long t-shirt that frayed at the sleeves and booty shorts at least a size too small.

They read ‘affront to god’ in neon yellow letters across the ass.

Pretty fucking accurate, you thought, after seeing the state he left the apartment in after last weeks emotional breakdown. At least that’s what Tomura called it. Looked more like a self/apartment destructive rampage, but what did you know?

“Why was it behind the fucking toilet then?” you asked, flinching as a particularly large flake fell to the counter top by your knee.

Dabi prodded it curiously and then wiped the soiled fingers in his shirt. “That’s where my head landed when I passed out I guess.”

You scoffed and hopped down off the counter to survey your work.

It looked a hell of a lot better than it did when you arrived. Tomura had called you in for what you assumed would be a much more entertaining night of Smash or maybe the new horror game that had just dropped with some good ole fashioned fucking between rounds. Instead you’d walked into a much whole other breed of splash zone.

The apartment he shared with the guy you knew only as Dabi—“don’t have a last name, and if I did I wouldn’t tell you”—was completely and utterly trashed.

Tomura left early from yours after a sleepover the day prior and came home to his roommate passed the fuck out on the bathroom floor with the place in shambles. You weren’t filled in on many details, but it was gross enough that even Tomura couldn’t stand it. You and Keigo—Dabi’s “not boyfriend”—had been called in for backup when it became increasingly clear it would take more than two people, and Dabi refused to offer much help anyway.

“If you weren’t so nasty, I might actually be concerned for your well-being,” you grumbled, mixing floor cleaning solution into a bucket and settling on your sore knees to scrub some of the dirty boot prints off the tile.

Dabi’s bare foot took up residence on your back, warm sole sliding up your shirt and resting heavily against your spine.

“Damn sweetheart,” he mused. “I think that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

You glared needle sharp over your shoulder, rearing back to bite at the tatted ankle by your hip when Keigo wandered back in, arms crossed.

“Now I know that’s not fucking true,” he shook his head, eyebrows so far up they might have disappeared into his hair if not for the headband holding it back. “I say nice shit to you all the time, you ungrateful hoe.”

“Telling me my dick looks pretty doesn’t fucking count as nice.”

You slapped your wet rag to the floor, still pinned under Dabi’s foot as they bickered. Finally rescue came in the form of your boyfriend, looking way to fucking cute with his hair pulled out of his face and pale legs showing through his shorts.

“Hey what the hell is in this fucking—“ he started and cut off upon discovering your plight, twisting and turning like a subway rat trying to nip at a particularly juicy french fry. “Asshole, I said no fucking touching!”

Tomura brushed past Keigo and kicked at his roommate's shin who recoiled, rubbing at the forming bruise.

“No, creep, you said ‘hands off,’” Dabi waved his hands in the air and smirked, “which they are.”

Tomura glared as he knelt down, dragging you away from the cabinets and Dabi’s reach by your arms.

“You know what I fucking meant,” he grunted while he settled behind you on the floor so you were caged between his thighs.

“Yeah, we’re painfully aware you’re a jealous little shit,” Dabi spread his legs as Keigo came to settle between them, back to the other's chest. “Now what the fuck were you talking about before?”

“Wha—oh,” Tomura pointed down the hall where an unassuming cardboard box sat on the floor. “That was shoved up at the top of your closet.”

“Well, did you open it?” Keigo asked, peering at the dusty, unmarked box.

“No...” Tomura buried his face into your shoulder and mumbled, “the last box I opened was fucking full of panties. I’m not touching that one.”

“What, was that your trophy collection? Panties?” you asked incredulously as Tomura mouthed at your neck. “Pretty unoriginal.”

“You’d fucking know, slut,” Dabi winked down at you and Keigo rolled his eyes.

Tomura’s glare physically intensified behind you.

“I’m the only one who gets to say that, slut,” he growled.

It was pretty comical to watch actually. As much as the four of you jabbed at each other, the vibes created in the studio were sorta fun really. You didn’t know Keigo all that well but he seemed to be just enough of an asshole to be both grating and funny on occasion. Dabi had grown on you, mostly out of necessity as Tomura was loath to let you out of his bed sight, so you spent quite a lot of time in their apartment.

“You gotta train him better,” Dabi said to you, pointedly not looking at the hunched form of your boyfriend who patently didn’t understand the concept of personal space after being intimate with you more than once. “And I don’t fucking keep track of half that shit. I don’t even think it’s mine.”

“Well it sure as fuck isn’t mine, and it was in your goddamn closet.”

“Fine, I’ll open it if the rest of you are gonna pussy out,” Keigo butted in, pushing off of the counter and kicking the box into the kitchen.

“Seriously, do we really have to equate pussy to cowardice?” you opened your mouth to continue even as you felt Tomura rolling his eyes behind you, but stopped when Keigo flipped open the top of the box and you caught a glimpse of...balls.

Big, purple, silicone balls attached to an equally large, equally purple, and equally veiny shaft.

“Uhh, what the fuck?” Dabi’s not-boyfriend asked, staring wide eyed down at what was apparently a box full to the brim with fucking dildos.

So. Many. Dildos.

The box wasn't small by any means either, and you all stared, dumbfounded, until Dabi’s smoke raspy laugh pulled your attention away from the box of fake dicks.

“Shit, I fucking forgot about those,” his shoulders shook with mirth as he turned to Tomura whose face you were suddenly dying to see. It was just as pretty and red as you expected. “Dude, you remember that chick I dated a year ago? The influencer?”

“Those are hers?!” Tomura yelled directly into your ear.

Much less cute.

“No dumbass,” Dabi hopped off the counter and knelt down by the box, picking up a particularly hefty flesh colored cock and slapping it against his palm. “Well I mean technically yeah. She got sponsored by a bunch of sex toy companies and they sent her PR boxes or some shit. Anyway, I stole them from her place when we broke things off.”

“How did you forget about this many dildos?” Keigo asked, staring down into the abyss of dicks.

“I was kinda drunk at the time, I don’t remember most of that year,” Dabi replied. “All I know is that I came out of it with like forty fucking dildos and a bellybutton ring.”

“Forty?!” you and Tomura shouted simultaneously.

But as they saying went: the couple that finds forty dildos in the back of their friends' closet together stays together.

You were caught somewhere between laughing and being even more concerned for Tomura’s tatted disaster of a roommate.

“Something like that, I can’t actually remember how fucking many there are.”

“Well I mean, we have to go through them now,” Keigo chimed in, pulling out another member that seemed to include a silicone foreskin too. “Right?”

The four of you went quiet for a moment, trading looks until a silent consensus was reached.

Yes, you all indeed needed to sort through all the dildos.

What a nice friendly bonding activity, you thought.

Like the weirdest fucking double date ever.

***

“No fucking way,” you shook your head as Dabi waved a green dick in the air above him.

“Babe, I’m telling you, any slut worth their salt could tell all these apart without looking.”

“Don’t call me babe,” you replied, earning a pleased hum from Tomura who was still resolutely seated behind you, “and second, like yeah sure, with your hands anyone could.”

“No, no, no,” Dabi let the dick fall with a thump back among its brethren. “With your hole.”

“Is that a fucking challenge?” you bristled, feeding the ever growing competition that existed between you and Dabi.

Sluts, by nature, didn’t like to have their slutty prowess threatened. You were very territorial in that way. And Tomura had the marks to show it.

“Yeah it fuckin’ is,” Dabi replied leaning over the box to press his face up to yours.

Keigo chuckled beside you, leaning back on his hands with one of the dicks suctioned to the floor in front of him. “Well hell, you know I’m in.”

“What about you, creep?” Dabi peered over your shoulder and knocked foreheads with Tomura who looked up so their noses brushed together.

His hands pawed nervously at your tits, fingers kneading the flesh as he considered what he’d be agreeing to, and you tried not to squirm when he pinched your fucking nipples with absolutely no concern for the other two seeing.

“...fine.”

“Fuck yeah, there ya go,” Dabi pulled away and stood, wandering off down the hall.

“Where are you going?” Tomura shouted after, though he reappeared in seconds with a spray bottle and disposable cloths.

“What? We gotta clean ‘em,” he said as though it were the most natural thing in the world and the four of you weren’t about to compete to see who could successfully I.D the most dildos using only your asses and pussy. “I’m nasty, but I’m not that fucking nasty.”

The four of you quickly concocted a dildo testing set up, composed of a shower rod and a broom, suspended between chairs and the coffee tables at Tomura’s behest, so each couple could face off without seeing their opponent get stuffed full.

Each was constructed across from the other so that the two people kneeling with their lower halves under the curtain would be face to face with a partner behind to handle the insertion. You’d flipped a coin found under the couch to decide who got to do the inserting first which you and Dabi had won out. So, now you were situated with Tomura’s pretty ass on display, dusted blush pink in front of you with Keigo and Dabi in an identical position. You and Dabi shared a devious look as you prepared to spear your partners on your respective silicone lengths.

While the boys had prepped themselves to take the numerous cocks, you'd been busy creating a cheat sheet of dicks for reference, giving each member an affectionate nickname. Then it was time for the game to begin.

“C’mon Tomura,” you rubbed a comforting hand up his back as you kept working two fingers in his pretty little hole. “You gotta relax or you’ll never be able to take anything bigger.”

You pumped a bit faster into him, curling up until he groaned and shifted his weight onto his elbows.

“I’m fucking trying, okay?” he whimpered, but the tight ring of muscle wouldn’t yield any farther than two of your fingers.

Meanwhile, Keigo had successfully taken two cocks and already guessed the first one right.

“You can go farther than that,” he quipped to Dabi who raised his eyebrows and slammed the remaining silicone forward, making his boyfriend lurch and gasp. “Fucking hell dude, not that hard. That’s gotta be The Hulk.”

“Look at you, 0 for 2,” Dabi whistled in appreciation and leaned back to wipe down the massive green dildo, tossing it into the pile.

Tomura audibly swallowed.

“What’s wrong, freak?” his roommate mused. “You’re acting like you’ve never taken it up the ass before.”

“So what if I fucking haven’t?” he growled or tried to, it came out as more of mewl as you stroked his prostate in an attempt to loosen him up a bit more.

“We’re working our way up to it,” you kept your eyes resolutely on Tomura’s pucker sucking in your fingers and using your other thumb to work little circles into his hip. “He’s just so tense and it’s kinda tricky when I can actually feel the dick, ya know?”

You could tell Tomura was less than thrilled with this information being shared, but he still rocked back into your wrist so he couldn’t have been all that upset. He whined when you pulled your fingers away, taking a relatively small and well lubed dildo from the line up and slowly pressing the tip in.

Your boyfriend hissed below you and Dabi rolled his eyes, working a fourth dick into Keigo who was entirely off base with his guesswork.

“Seriously, man?” he asked, standing from behind Keigo and knocking you out of the way. “Get in front, sweetheart,” he pointed and you gawked a bit at the tone he used, but gave up the dick in your hand and settled yourself in front of a flushed red and very messy Tomura.

He was close to drooling on the floor, looking up at you with wide eyes as you ran a hand through the hair that had fallen loose from his bun. He always got like this when he crossed the border from normal turned on (which was essentially his default) to extreme horny territory—all whiney and willing to do whatever he needed to get his fix.

“What, so I’m just supposed to sit here with this thing in my ass?” Keigo asked from behind you.

Dabi shot him a cold grin.

“Do me a favor,” he looked down at you and nodded towards the pink toy buried deep in Keigo’s hole. “Turn the end of that for me, yeah?”

You cocked your head and leaned back. Keigo gazed at you warily, but nodded for you to do what Dabi asked and Tomura let out a groan of complaint as you moved away from him and turned the end of the toy which buzzed to life, vibrating hard enough to pitch Keigo forward onto the floor.

“Oh you asshole,” he groaned, reaching frantically back to flick off the power but stopped in his tracks when Dabi spoke.

“Did I say you could turn it off?”

Now that was a dom voice if you’d ever heard one.

Keigo whimpered and let his hand fall back, cheek smashed against the floor. “No…”

“Then sit still till I’m fucking finished.”

Even you shivered at that.

“Now what’s gonna get you to loosen up, huh, creep?'' You couldn’t see Dabi’s lower half through the curtain but you could imagine he was digging his hands into Tomura’s hips and rolling the bony flesh under his palms like you would. “Wanna play with your little slut’s pretty tits?”

Normally you might have been a bit more apprehensive about someone else—especially fucking Dabi of all people—putting their hands all over your baby boy, but it was kinda really hot watching Dabi’s wrist move just so that you were sure he’d sunken his fingers back into your boyfriend’s tight hole and was fucking him open.

Below you, Tomura pulled himself up on his hands and glared over his shoulder. “Don't fucking talk like—“

Dabi cut him off with what must have been a very well aimed thrust cause it had Tomura toppling into your chest and crying as he went.

“Just give in, Shigs,” Dabi raked painted nails down his back and fucking purred the little nickname, voice dripping down your spine like ice water under the July sun. “I know you want to, quit fucking fighting it.”

Tomura groaned into your shirt, his head slipping until it rested at the crux of your folded thighs. He still glowered off to the side but his hand fisted in the fabric of your top and tugged harshly.

You raised your eyebrows a bit and Dabi motioned for you to continue, so you slipped off your top, the sound of faint buzzing and Keigo’s stifled moans like the weirdest strip tease backing track ever.

The second your tits bounced free—which Dabi unabashedly stared at—Tomura was pushing himself up and latching on to your right breast, his clever little tongue drew circles around your nipple and nipped at the sensitive skin. The heat of his mouth sent sparks straight to your clit, soaking you even more thoroughly than you were before. Which was saying something considering your thighs were already sticking together with the mess made just from watching Tomura get his hole stretched.

Dabi chuckled and you looked over Tomura’s head to find him gazing down at your boyfriend's pale ass. “Took three fingers like a champ the second you get some tits in your mouth,” he mused, arm pumping faster over the curtain. “Damn you really do like that, don’t you?”

You smoothed Tomura’s hair down, gripping lightly to move him over to your other breast when the skin became too raw. Your grip tightened and you gasped though as two, unfamiliarly smooth fingers glided down the cleft of your ass, sneaking under your shorts and running through your dripping folds from behind.

Keigo chuckled, “So does someone else.”

Those fingers only had the chance to draw one shaky circle on your clit before Tomura was slapping his palm as hard as his position would allow over your pussy.

“Mine,” he glared over your shoulder down at Keigo, still fucked out on the floor with the vibe going full force in his ass. You could hear the subtle movement of the curtain, providing a truly stunning mental image of his hips rocking back into nothing.

“Hey,” Dabi snapped, and the three of you paused. “Cut the shit.”

In any other case, the command would have been a bit off putting, but something about Dabi changed as the power dynamics in the room clearly began to settle. It was like a switch flipped. A dirty, dominant switch that had Dabi’s shoulders looking broader and his usually grating voice rolling through you in waves.

“Now, I think you’d appreciate having that slutty fucking pussy filled up, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?” he said and you debated how easily you were willing to give up your control in whatever the fuck was about to happen next.

Cause it was headed in a seemingly delicious direction, but on the other hand, Dabi was a massive shit pretty much all the time.

Decidedly not too easy.

“I wouldn’t say no to that...” you drawled and felt Tomura whine against you.

He’d drifted well past the point of speaking now, but you were practiced in the art of deciphering the meanings of each high pitched cry that tore its way out of his throat.

“Oh I don’t fucking think so,” Dabi retorted, following it up with a loud smack that had Tomura rocking harshly into your chest. “I’m not gonna deal with two fucking brats. That goddamn blond bastard is enough.”

“Oh thanks so much for the acknowledgement, babe,” Keigo groaned and you heard the distinct sound of him sucking something followed by a low hum. “You taste fucking delicious by the way.”

Tomura grunted and huffed into your shoulder, fingers squeezing tighter into your chest. You felt Keigo shift behind you, the rustle of fabric indicating he’d thrown off the makeshift curtain and his breath ghosted across your cheek when he spoke.

“Oh c’mon, you know I’m right,” Keigo whispered to Tomura.

From the corner of your eye, you could just make out the flash of white canine as he licked up the shell of your boyfriend’s ear and nibbled at the sensitive skin. Tomura shuddered in your grasp.

“Calm the fuck down,” Dabi muttered, pulling the towels and shower rod away so your boyfriends pretty, marked up ass was on display. “I’m not gonna make you share this time, baby boy.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Tomura tried to wiggle out of Dabi’s grasp and further into you, but now that the curtain was removed you could see exactly what Dabi had been doing back there.

Three fingers to the farthest knuckle were sunk deep into Tomura’s ass, dripping lube onto the floor in a little puddle. He rocked his wrist so that every squirm from your boyfriend only had those fingers pressing directly on his sweet spot, stopping any other escape attempt.

“Ugh, fine,” Keigo huffed, settling closer behind you regardless, his chest to your back. “So, what’s the plan then, boss man?”

The energy in the room was shifting very rapidly, power dynamics falling solidly into place as you all glanced around at one another in a strange, silent agreement that whatever went down, it was about to happen right here on the kitchen floor.

And it was gonna be sloppy as fuck.

“Well,” Dabi mused, clearly placing himself at the top of the proverbial fucking food chain. “Since Tomura here can’t seem to play the game right, I think we need to help him prep a bit more. Just so he’s got a fighting chance, don’t you think?”

He was looking at you this time.

Waiting to see what role you’d assume.

Well, Tomura had left you perpetually sore for weeks and given you enough friction burns to last a lifetime. You thought he deserved a little bit of payback.

“I think you’re right,” you replied, matching his mischievous energy tenfold and loving the way your minds melded on familiar, slutty territory. “My sweet boy needs some help opening up.”

Tomura dragged his upper body off of yours for once and you were so fucking glad he did.

His face was absolutely ruined. Drool ran down his chin, cheeks flushed bright pink that had all the scars and wrinkles of his face standing out. Those helpless red eyes found yours, so wide and desperate.

Oh he’d really dropped this time.

Shit.

You’d seen him get pretty deep into it before. Knew that he liked to get out of his head a bit, let go of all the racing thoughts. Be taken care of, be fucked stupid for a night just to take the edge off of broke student life.

You understood it well.

But something about the conversation—where you all tossed around the fate of his ass like he wasn’t even there—had sent him hurtling past any logic. Just a body, just a pliant, willing body. Trusting all of you, and especially you, would give him what he needed.

On the fucking kitchen floor.

It was the hottest thing you’d ever seen.

“Glad to hear we’re all in agreement then,” Dabi smirked and tugged at your boyfriend’s hair, pulling him up so he could look down at those glassy eyes. “That what you want, Tomura?”

The use of his name surprised you a bit. You didn’t think you’d ever heard Dabi call him anything but some type of somewhat friendly insult. It dragged a similar reaction out of Tomura himself, who came back to consciousness just long enough to offer a nod.

“Yeah, fuck…just do something,” he sounded just as wrecked as he looked.

And you could suddenly see why exactly he sounded so desperate. With his back arched up in Dabi’s grip, you watched Tomura’s cock—angry red at the tip and adding to a second puddle of precum on the floor—as it bobbed against his stomach. He was harder than you’d ever seen him before and probably had been this whole time.

Poor baby.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Dabi purred and released Tomura’s hair in favor of looping the arm across his neck, sipping two fingers past his roommate’s parted lips.

Your heart hammered in your chest, slick gushing down your thighs and shorts completely soaked through. Just the sight of it—Tomura, destroyed and needy, gagging on Dabi’s fingers as his cock begged to be worshiped—well you almost fucking came right in your pants.

Keigo seemed to be walking on a similar, horny path.

“Holy shit,” he panted, accompanied by a squelching sound as you turned a half quarter to find him on his knees next to you, sans shirt and bouncing lightly on the toy. “You’re gonna let me play too, right?”

You weren’t entirely sure if he was talking to you, too lost in the haze of Tomura speared and whining on Dabi’s fingers, but you answered anyway.

“Yeah,” you reached forward to slip a hand under Tomura’s spit stained shirt and roll your thumb over a nipple. “I mean he’s gotta get used to feeling full somehow.”

“Damn straight,” Dabi groaned, pulling his fingers from your boyfriend's mouth and gripping your chin in his hand so the spit smeared on your cheek, “but you let me handle being the bad guy, yeah sweetheart? You just keep telling him how fucking good he’s being for us.”

A shiver ran down your spine and heat pooled low in your gut as his voice washed over you. And since when had Dabi’s eyes gotten so fucking captivating? The look he gave you—all of that joking maliciousness morphing into something strangely seductive instead of his usual infuriating—had you leaning forward easily in his grip, pliant and waiting to feel his lips on yours.

But what met you was not the cool silver of piercings, but something scratchy and warm and pleasantly familiar. Tomura licked eagerly into your mouth, gasping as he pushed against Dabi’s arm around his throat so he could suck on your tongue before his roommate got the chance.

“No,” he mumbled against your lips. “Mine.”

He moved from your lips then, sinking to the crook of your neck and digging his full teeth into the flesh, leaving over it with his tongue and sucking hard to leave an almost baseball sized bruise.

You would have found it endearing if you didn’t have to cover it up later.

“Fucking Christ, freak,” Dabi grunted, licking his sore lip where Tomura had head butted him out of the way. “Guess you aren’t as much of a slut as I thought. We know how to share, don’t we?”

You were tempted to join in on the teasing—Tomura certainly never spared you from it—but he was looking up at you with watery eyes, face half pressed back into your chest and you just couldn’t find it in yourself to blame him much.

“He’s doing his best,” you cooed, smoothing a hand over his sweaty forehead and feeling the sparks his moan sent straight to your clit. “No one’s gonna touch me, baby boy. This is all yours.”

You were gonna fucking die though if someone didn’t touch you soon and it really didn’t seem like Tomura was in any state to do so.

For once you were thankful for Dabi’s commanding presence moving things along. You’d definitely been promised a dick at some point and you were aching to collect on that.

“Alright,” Dabi ripped his fingers away from Tomura’s hole who keened at the loss. “You sound like a goddamn bitch in heat, creep. You really wanna get fucked that bad, huh?”

Tomura was silent for a moment, and when he spoke, it was only to you.

“Mmm, wanna cum,” he nuzzled into your cheek, grabbing your hand and yanking it towards his leaking cock.

“Hey,” Dabi growled, fisting his hand in Tomura’s hair again to pull him up onto his knees. “If this is gonna work, you gotta fucking listen when I talk to you.”

You kept your mouth shut this time, enraptured by the light of defiance ever present in your boyfriend's eyes dwindling as you pumped his cock while Dabi popped his jaw open to spit right on his tongue. Tomura jerked when Dabi’s saliva dripped down his throat and you thumbed across the sensitive head of his cock that gushed into your palm.

“Swallow,” his voice was all cigarette smoke and just as addicting. “Show me you know how to follow a fucking order.”

Tomura struggled in his grip, but as the seconds ticked by and their staring match continued, you saw his body go limp. Weak to the pleasure and relief of your hand stroking him and the desire to relinquish control, he gave up the fight, swallowing weakly and collapsing to the floor when Dabi released his hold.

“Kei quit fucking yourself and help out a bit, yeah?”

Keigo perked up beside you where he’d been watching intently, one hand circling the head of his startlingly pretty cock while he bounced slowly on his heels, grinding against the vibe still buried in him.

“Will you let me turn this fucking thing off then?” he groaned, gripping your shoulder for support and pulling the toy from his ass without waiting for permission.

“Don’t act like you didn’t like it, asshole,” Dabi rolled his eyes and gestured for both you and Keigo to help move Tomura’s limp form. “I want him on his back.”

Dabi stood and backed away as you crawled to take his place, gripping Tomura’s skinny hips and as Keigo nudged his shoulders.

“Shit, he really is kinda cute, isn't he?” Keigo mumbled to you after Tomura was flipped over and panting, dick still raging hard against his stomach. “I get the appeal now.”

He traced a long, graceful finger over Tomura’s lips, shivering when his little pink tongue peaked out to lick at the tip.

Keigo looked up at Dabi who stood just over your shoulder, observing the scene like it was an incredibly horny stage play and he was about to direct you to spread your legs to stage left.

“Babe, can I fuck his mouth?” Keigo asked, voice deep and sugary sweet as he crawled to press his face against Dabi’s thigh and palm his boyfriend through his straining shorts.

“Be patient,” Dabi sighed as Keigo tugged his pants off, revealing an unsurprising lack of underwear and a shocking amount of little barbells running along the shaft of Dabi’s cock. The ring at the tip glinted threateningly. You gapped and Dabi chuckled at your jaw rebounding off the floor. “Not for you this time, sweetheart, but I think your fucking whore boyfriend can take a quick trip back from sub space to eat some pussy for you.”

“Ugh, I asked first though,” Keigo whined, licking a stripe up Dabi’s dick and you were starting to understand what Dabi meant by his brat commentary earlier.

“I said be fucking patient,” he groaned and snapped his hips forward so Keigo’s protests were drowned out by the cock taking up residence in his throat. “You know how hard it is the first time. We gotta work him up a bit before he can take more than a few fingers.”

That was a sight you were never gonna get fucking tired of.

Keigo’s lips were stretched so wide, you wondered if that was what you looked like when Tomura made you suck him off till you were begging for him to fuck you right. You hoped so, it was hot as shit.

“Alright freak, you listening?”

Tomura nodded slowly, eyes half lidded and one hand pumping lazily on his own cherry red length.

“Think you can make your pretty little slut cum while Keigo and I help you relax a bit?”

He perked up at that, instantly grabbing for you, gripping your thighs and pulling you to sit on his chest, but Dabi stopped you with a hand on your arm.

“Nah, I want you watching us,” he said as Keigo laid out on his stomach, head by Tomura’s hips. “That way you know what to do next time he wants his greedy fucking ass filled.”

You raised an eyebrow at his assumption you didn’t know what you were doing, but acquiesced and retreated from Tomura’s clawing grip to shamelessly kick your shorts and panties off then hovered your soaked, throbbing lips over his mouth. Dabi groaned with you at the clear sense of relief on your face as Tomura immediately found your clit and suckled on the stuff bud.

So swept up in watching Tomura fall to pieces, you hadn’t quite been aware just how painfully aroused you were. But you sure as fuck were now. Tomura nursed at your clit for a while longer as Keigo and Dabi watched on, breaths coming heavy and eyes flicking between your face to your chest and to where Tomura lapped at your dripping pussy. Keigo’s fingers twitched, halfway to reaching for your tits as they bounced with your pants.

Dabi’s fingers gripped his wrist instead.

“You know the rules,” he whispered. “Just enjoy the view.”

Tomura, seemingly unaware that anything outside of your cunt drowning him in slick, did not notice the display and instead moved from your clit to draw circles around your entrance, pressing so his tongue slipped inside. You keened then, muffled by the sound of Dabi shifting in front of you, coming to lay between Tomura’s legs and lifting them over his shoulders.

“Now you better thank me later, freak, cause I’m gonna make you feel real good, but don’t you dare fucking stop,” he bit harshly at Tomura’s thigh, the vibrations of his groan rocking through you. “You better make that pussy cum or you aren’t going to at all.”

You ground shamelessly against his face as Tomura kicked at Dabi’s back, communicating quite clearly that he did indeed know how to make you cum all over his tongue and had, in fact, done so more times that he could count. Most of which Dabi’s bitch ass had been forced to listen to through the thin walls of their apartment.

As if to emphasize this point, Tomura’s fingers replaced his tongue, working into you despite the awkward angle while he spat directly onto your pussy and worked it inside. He curled them into you just the way you did to him when he wanted to cum so bad but just couldn’t .

That had you doubling over, bracing yourself in the cute dip of his stomach and crying out.

Dabi reached out and tilted your chin up so he could look deep, dark, and dangerous into your eyes.

“Remember, you gotta tell him what a good job he’s doing.”

You took a breath and nodded against the little shockwaves of pleasure as he alternated stroking that spot inside your walls and nursing your clit, drinking down all the sweet juices that leaked from your hole.

“So perfect for me, baby,” you whimpered, tightening your thighs against his head. “Make me—ah—feel so good, Tomura.”

“Oh, he liked that,” Keigo was staring directly down at Tomura’s cock, untouched and making a mess of the little patch of hair that trailed from his bellybutton. It twitched against his stomach with all the pretty words and slick that spilled from your lips.

“I think I know something he’ll like even more,” Dabi said, leaning over to run a hand through Keigo’s messy locks and pulled him into the sloppiest kiss you’d ever seen. It was more a series of lazy licks than anything else, making Keigo’s lips drip with their combined spit. “If you wanna get your dick sucked, you’re gonna have to earn it.”

Dabi’s dark head reared back as he gripped Keigo’s hair and guided his mouth towards Tomura’s throbbing length. He seemed to catch on quickly, flicking out his tongue, complete with a little black piercing at the center, and ran the warm metal right across the tip. Buried in your pussy, Tomura let out the highest pitched sound you’d ever heard. Somewhere between a scream and a sob directly against your clit.

It hadn’t barely been a few minutes, but you were so close to hurtling straight over the edge already.

Oh well, the boys could spare you a couple mind shattering orgasms in return for sharing your pretty boyfriend and his perfect little ass.

You watched intrigued as Dabi let go of Keigo’s head, which continued to lap and press wet kisses to the head of Tomura’s cock before sinking down in it entirely.

With the way he was digging his nails into your thighs, you were shocked he didn’t cum on the spot.

You were even more surprised he managed to hold out when Dabi got that wicked smile slipping over his face again before he dipped down between the legs bracketing his head and licked a long strip from Tomura’s hole to his balls, sucking one briefly into his mouth before retreating back to the pink ring of muscle.

You could hear the wet squelch of Dabi’s bobbing, wild head of box dye black hair fucking his tongue deeper into Tomura’s ass. Working him open and slicking up his insides to take whatever was coming next.

Well.

That was apparently you.

Because right when Dabi slipped his tongue all the way in and added a finger to match, Keigo took the entirety of Tomura's length into his throat which, in turn, had your boyfriend absolutely shrieking under you.

The vibrations on your clit, coupled with the twitch of his fingers against your walls fucking wrecked you on the spot. Without a hint of warning your pussy clamped hard on Tomura’s hand, gushing on his tongue. The force of the white hot feel good chemicals flooding your bloodstream rushed through every muscle in your body and pitched you forward, head resting on Tomura’s thigh. Keigo bobbed beside you, not letting up on his rhythm but somehow managing a cheeky little wink, even with his lips stretched thin around a throbbing dick.

Dabi’s hair brushed your forehead as he pulled away, chin dripping with spit that glinted off his piercings.

“Damn, look at you creep,” he panted, dark eyes flicking between your face and Tomura’s heaving chest. “Guess you aren’t as bad as I thought.” His nose brushed with yours and you breathed in the heady scent of spit and body heat. “Or you were just real keyed up, huh?”

You rolled your eyes, moving to prop yourself up just as Tomura slipped two long fingers back into you, curling hard and squelching as he gave you three sharp pumps. The hands steadying yourself gave way again and the only answer Dabi received was a moan and a small huff as your chest hit Tomura’s hip.

Another sharp smack rang out as Dabi struck the side of your boyfriend's ass. Keigo choked as the shock forced Tomura’s cock far enough you could see his throat bulge.

“Don’t be fucking teasing,” he said and sucked a mark into Tomura’s inner thigh for emphasis.

The fingers curling in your still clenching walls retreated, smearing the mess they’d made on your ass where you felt Tomura leave small, somewhat apologetic kisses on the swell of flesh. As you caught your breath, Dabi pulled Keigo back by the long hair at the nape of his neck. His lips, puffy and pink and slick, popped off the head. Tomura whined at the loss of stimulation and dug his fingers harder into your ass.

“Fuck, you’re so much prettier when you’ve been sucking dick,” Dabi mumbled against Keigo’s lips, sucking on his boyfriend’s tongue while you took over, lazily pumping Tomura’s soaking cock until Dabi gripped your wrist and pulled away.

Keigo flopped uselessly against your boyfriend's stomach, eyes glassy and blissed out.

“C’mon back,” Dabi patted Keigo's cheek until he stirred. “I thought your cock-drunk ass wanted to get your dick sucked too.”

The effects of his words were immediate.

“Yes!” he perked up, much like a dog offered a bloody piece of meat.

He stared at Tomura like that’s exactly what he was.

“Alright then,” Dabi chuckled and turned to you, sitting up and sliding a hand down your back which Tomura quickly and loudly slapped away. “Jesus, fine. Now sweetheart, I need you to take over for Keigo. Can that pussy of yours do that?”

“Who the fuck do you think I am?” you quipped, though not unkindly and matched his growing smirk.

“That’s the fuckin spirit,” he reared back on his knees so you could flip around to straddle Tomura’s lap.

You could feel your goddamn heartbeat in your pussy when you finally got a glimpse at Tomura’s face. Your pretty boy was all red, chin slick from eating you out and blush spreading into splotches across his chest that heaved with every breath. His cute little nipples were pinched and hard, his left hand still rolling one under his thumb. That lovely tongue lolled out and when he caught your eye, his face contorted in a fucking gorgeous pout that had you diving down into his outstretched arms.

He hummed so happy against your lips as you licked behind his teeth and at the spot on the roof his mouth you knew he loved. You were only vaguely aware of Dabi behind you, popping the cap of the lube and slicking his length. From beside you Keigo tugged at your shoulder, until you pulled away from a less than pleased Tomura.

“Dabi said it’s my turn,” he whined, actually fucking whined like a kicked puppy, and you almost laughed, but then you felt Tomura tense as the slick head of his cock slapped your pussy lips.

“Get up here,” Dabi kept prodding you with Tomura’s length, dipping the tip into your hole then drawing it back. “I need you riding, keep him nice and distracted so I can split the little fucking brat in half.”

You nodded, feeling flushed now for some reason. All this time you’d not experienced the telltale burning of embarrassment in your face at the others seeing you on display. Yet the thought of them watching while you bounced on your boyfriend's dick was suddenly quite harrowing.

Nervously you sat up, halfway through talking yourself out of it in this short lived moment of logic you’d stumbled into. But then Tomura was rocking his hips up into you and catching the rim of your entrance.

“Please,” he was whimpering over and over, rolling his hips up petulantly as Keigo straddled his chest in front of you.

“God, will you just let him have it so he stops talking?” Keigo huffed, looking over his shoulder at you and hooking two fingers on Tomura’s teeth.

“Of course, baby,” you whispered to Tomura, rubbing a hand up his stomach as Dabi helped guide Tomura’s cock to sink straight into your leaking cunt. It burned like always, despite how incredibly soaked you were. But the stretch was so fucking good it never mattered.

Made for you, that’s what he was, so that all the veins and the cute head of his dick found their home perfectly nestled inside your walls.

You could feel Dabi’s eyes on you, watching as your pussy swallowed up everything it was given and gushed around the intrusion.

“Damn bitch,” he hummed behind you, gripping your hips while Tomura couldn’t see to help you grind in his lap. “Sorry I questioned your slut credentials.”

“As you—hm fuck—should be,” you gasped, finding the perfect angle to rub Tomura’s dick against that spot on your front wall.

Dabi chuckled before pulling Keigo’s head back to rest on your shoulder. “Careful babe, he bites sometimes.”

“No he won’t,” you sighed as Dabi moved you in Tomura’s lap and you grew accustomed to the familiar throb of the thick veins that dragged against your pussy. “You’ll be good for Keigo, right sweet boy?”

“If you’re gonna do—“ Tomura started, voice nothing more than a rasp, before Keigo took that opportunity to grab a fistful of grey hair and stand, dragging Tomura up with him.

His admittedly very toned ass ended in front of your face as he popped open Tomura’s jaw and slid his length inside. The accompanying choke almost made up for the asshole currently next to your nose.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Keigo moaned as he sunk his cock deeper into Tomura’s mouth and pulled back out, leaving your boyfriend gasping with a silvery thread of spit connecting him to Keigo’s dick.

“I think he likes it,” you heard him muse and he switched his grip, stroking a hand across Tomura’s flushed cheeks and guiding him back to suckle at the head of his cock. “Yeah, suck it just like you do to those pretty tits.”

You peered around as Dabi started pulling you to shift on your thighs and bounce properly. Tomura ran the flat of his tongue up the thick vein on the underside of Keigo’s length. He was flushed red to the tip too, and keened—knees shaking so bad you thought he might collapse—when Tomura closed his lips around the head and tongued at the slit.

Never mind.

That was now the hottest thing you’d seen all day.

And it was only made better by the constant, muffled cries of pleasure he let out with every new thrust of Keigo’s cock. Tomura stroked your walls so well—the perfect curve of him feeling like it was nudging your throat—and you let yourself melt into the pleasure of it. Your head went limp on your neck, resting gently on Dabi’s shoulder.

“That’s it, keep him nice and loose for me,” he whispered into your ear.

You felt him move behind you, pushing Tomura’s knees farther apart and pressing his chest against your back. You felt your boyfriend's hips jump and heard his muffled yelp at what you assumed was Dabi’s length prodding his hole.

“Shh,” you gasped, Dabi’s fingers skimming your hips to rub circles into the meat of Tomura’s thighs.

“C’mere,” Dabi grunted, reaching around to grab Tomura’s hands from Keigo’s hips. He bit his boyfriend’s asscheek when he leaned forward, leaving behind a ring of teeth marks and earning an indignant “babe” for his trouble.

Gripping Tomura’s wrists, he guided them to your bare chest, pushing on his palms to get him kneading at the flesh. You groaned, leaning further into Dabi’s shockingly warm chest. His pierced nipples dragged against the slick skin of your back as your thighs burned and your pussy throbbed with every inch of Tomura you took inside.

“There ya go, creep,” Dabi muttered mostly to himself as you felt him pull back followed by the subtle roll of his hips as he began to push inside.

Tomura tensed at first. You could feel him twitching deep in your cunt and hear Keigo’s whines as his mouth went slack. A long, broken cry rattled its way out of Tomura’s chest. He was now only held up by Keigo’s hand in his hair then as his whole body stayed lax to accommodate Dabi’s cock pressing inch by inch into his virgin ass.

You felt your boyfriend shudder as Dabi bottomed out and imagined what the ridge of each silver piercing must feel like as they popped inside. Well and truly stuffed from both ends with his cock enveloped in your warmth, you were sure it must have been the most intense sensation Tomura had ever experienced. Pride swelled in your chest as you rode him harder, loving that you played a role in picking him apart until he was nothing but holes to fill and pleasure.

“Stop fucking tensing, Shigs,” Dabi panted, grinding his nipples against your shoulders as Tomura pulled at yours and made you groan. “Fucking Christ, I forgot how tight virgins get…”

He trailed off, letting his cheek rest on your forehead.

For the first time, Dabi’s composure seemed to break. You glanced up to find his brow beaded with sweat and furrowed, caught between the near painful tightness of Tomura’s ass and the sweet slick of his warmth. He panted with teeth clenched, gnawing at his lower lip.

That kind of look just did something to you.

It was the same hot impulse that flooded your thoughts when Tomura so clearly needed you to play him like the tuned strings of a violin, but just wouldn’t beg you for it.

That urge to make it all better.

Make him feel so good.

As the trance of that particular kind of lovely power rushed over you, your hands reached of their own accord, sliding through Dabi’s hair and running your fingers softly over his scalp. You caught his eye as your other hand slipped down to grab his and brought two calloused fingers two your lips. Your tongue dipped between them, spilling saliva across the length and to his palm before pulling away.

If it was you Dabi was buried in, you were sure you’d feel his cock twitch against you at the display. Instead, you circled your hips harder in Tomura’s lap and urged Dabi to do the same with your hand on his neck.

“Go on, let go,” you whispered to him, low enough that the sound of Tomura’s throat and hole and cock being thoroughly fucked drowned it out to all but the two of you. “Fuck him like you need to—my pretty boy can take it. He feels so good, doesn’t he?”

You guided Dabi’s slicked fingers to Keigo’s ass, rocking forward as he found a solid rhythm to sink his cock past your boyfriend’s lips. With very little prompting, Dabi's thumb spread those plump cheeks and sunk easily inside Keigo’s hole, still stretched and dripping from before.

“Mm, shit, yeah babe don’t stop,” Keigo groaned above you, reaching back a free hand and linking it next to yours in his boyfriend’s hair. “Fuck, god please can I cum?”

But Dabi was long gone, control completely sucked away by Tomura’s walls clamping around him as he rutted mindlessly into the tight heat of his ass. You reveled in being the only one left with any brain cells to spare.

“Cum, Keigo,” you breathed, slapping a hand into his ass and grabbing a fistful of the flesh. “Fill that pretty mouth.”

“Hmm, thank you,” he whimpered and his knees shook with the effort of speeding his thrusts against Tomura’s tongue.

From the way Dabi was growling against you, head dipping down to rest on your shoulder as he absolutely railed into your boyfriend, you guessed he wouldn’t be lasting much longer either. As Keigo worked himself back on Dabi’s wrist and then straight down Tomura’s throat, you brought your hands up to the fingers kneading at your tits and took one in your grip. Tomura whimpered as best he could around Keigo’s length and laced his lovely hand with yours. You squeezed him and hummed.

“Need you to help me, sweet boy,” you brought his hand down to your clit, stiff and puffy and neglected. “You wanna feel me cum all over your pretty cock, right?”

You took the strangled whine you received in response and the fingers rubbing fast, sloppy circles over your bud as an enthusiastic yes, eyes rolling back as delicious heat rolled through your veins all over again.

Keigo’s hips began to stutter in front of you, his words equally shaky when he gasped out a halting cry of warning before he spilled over the edge.

Tomura squealed, cheeks puffing as his mouth was filled with salty release.

“Swallow, baby,” you hummed as Dabi’s hand dropped from Keigo’s ass and dug harshly into the side of your aching thigh. Tomura’s eyes found your face, red and weepy as his throat worked to take every drop that Keigo offered him.

When he was spent the body in front of you collapsed to the floor on his side, dick still half-hard and coated in spit resting against his stomach. His face was split in a dopey, fucked out grin, and he looked through half lidded eyes as the scene continued to play out to its end.

Tomura fell to his back on the rapidly heating tile floor, chin dripping with drool and milky cum. His eyes rolled with the override of stimulation. You were so incredibly proud of him for holding out this long.

Your perfect boy.

“You wanna go next?”

Dabi sniffed and turned his head to look at you with feral eyes as you spoke. His face was red now too from the exertion, hips knocking into you with every thrust.

“Fuck that,” he growled, free hands now grabbing Tomura’s slim waist in between his palms and pressing farther into your back so your tits were pressed against Tomura’s and his hand was trapped between your bodies. “We’re gonna go down together, slut.”

Tomura whined, mouth now unoccupied and he nuzzled his forehead to yours as Dabi moved on his knees, thrusts grinding you harder onto your boyfriend’s dick and his fingers sandwiched between his stomach against your clit.

It was fucking heavenly.

“Now suck on that dirty tongue and hold on, sweetheart,” Dabi grunted in your ear, face pressed right up against your cheek. “I’m makin’ us all fucking cum.”

The room quickly devolved into nothing more than panting and cries and wet slaps of flesh as Dabi hurtled you all right over the goddamn edge into blackout inducing bliss. Firm chests pressed against you—stuffed full of the best cock you’d ever had and Tomura’s lovely tongue tangling with yours—you let yourself give in to the burn under your skin.

Tomura could certainly feel you growing tighter, clamping down around him in a vice and trapping the head of his dick deep inside your pussy, leaving him nowhere to cum but buried in your velvet heat. The two of you moaned against each other’s lips, Tomura’s cock pulsing inside you, legs tensing under your thighs. You could only imagine how tight he was clenching around Dabi still fucking him hard in deep thrusts.

“Want me to, fuck, fill you up, Shigs?” Dabi gasped, hands wrenching Tomura’s away from you to pin them above his head as his cock still twitched, painting your walls with spurts of sweet release until it poured out, making a mess of his lap.

“Yes, god yes,” your boyfriend slurred into your mouth.

And that seemed to be the final push Dabi needed to go out with a bang.

It was actually more of a whimper when you really thought about it. Dabi’s orgasm was a strangely silent affair, all strangled breath and spasming muscles coupled with a low, gravel road groan that spread across your skin like gooseflesh.

The three of you held your position for a few seconds after, Tomura gasping out little whines as he was pumped full of cum and coated in your release. Next to you, Keigo’s soft moan caught in his throat and you glanced over to find him painting his own toned stomach with little spurts of spend, drooling as he watched Dabi fuck you and Tomura into sloppy oblivion.

With a collective sigh, the four of you all collapsed. Dabi pressed against your back and you felt the warm, wetness of his softening cock slip out of Tomura and settle in the cleft of your ass instead. The floor was coated again in a much more delectable mess and you couldn’t find it in yourself to mourn any of your prior scrubbing. Tomura rubbed his cheek against yours, eagerly accepting the pierced tongue Dabi slipped into his mouth. He shared that spit with you the second his roommate pulled away.

A moment later, you felt the heat of another body pressed up against your bare side and turned to find Dabi freeing an arm to pull Keigo into the mess of limbs and cum.

The four of you laid, blissed out and messy on the kitchen floor in silence for a long minute. It wasn’t until Dabi—in true asshole Dabi fashion—started chuckling beside your head that the energy in the room reverted back to it’s natural, chaotic state.

“Holy fuck,” Keigo grunted and joined in on the giggling that spread like wildfire, catching even Tomura ablaze.

“That was fuckin’...” your boyfriend croaked between bouts of laughter.

“Amazing?”

“Mind Blowing?”

“Definitely gonna happen again?”

With a nod and a huff Tomura sighed. “All of the above.”

As your bodies grew progressively hotter and sticker, the four of you peeled yourselves apart until it was only you resting flat against Tomura’s chest while Dabi let Keigo rest his head on one tatted thigh. Tomura stroked your head absentmindedly as he stared up at the ceiling. His heart beat steadily under your ear, lulling you into a drowsy, state of pleasant day dreams.

“So,” Dabi broke the quiet once again.

“This was like the freakiest double date ever,” you finished for him, hurtling the room back into another fit of friendly, fucked out laughter.

“Shit, guess we got a little turned around then,” Keigo hummed in response. “You’re supposed to do the dinner part first right?”

“Yeah and I don’t think we’re supposed to all fuck at the end either,” Tomura added.

You pinched one of his stiff nipples just to hear him gasp and shoot you a wounded frown. “Don’t pretend you didn’t like it.”

“How would you even know, freak?” Dabi smirked as he leaned back on his hands and looked desperately as though he needed a cigarette.

“Shut up…”

Shockingly, Dabi did, simply shooting Tomura a mocking yet fond glance and running his fingers through Keigo’s messy hair.

“Well, in that case,” you pushed yourself up and dragged your boyfriend along with you, his hands settling on your hips. “Couples shower time then dinner? We can clean up the disaster area later.”

“Oo, fuck yeah,” Keigo hopped up and slung his arms around Dabi’s shoulders. “There’s a new food truck on campus if we wanna pick something up then binge a few movies.”

“I’m down,” you said, looking at Tomura. “Wanna shower first?”

He flushed and ducked his head down into your neck mumbling something that sounded enough like an affirmative to have you pulling yourself off the floor. You felt the uncomfortable gush of his release beginning to leak down your thighs as you stood and Tomura grinned proudly at you while he ran a finger through the mess.

“C’mon,” you sighed, taking his hand and dragging him past the abandoned box of dicks and towards the bathroom, thankfully sans bloodstains.

Dabi and Keigo’s muffled conversation continued behind you, friendly background noise that filled you with a strange warmth when you turned to see Dabi crawling on top of his blond bastard ‘not boyfriend’ and trailing kisses up his throat.

Tomura wrapped his arm around your waist, pressing a mindless kiss of his own to the crown of your head. You reveled in the strange feeling of camaraderie. The heat of affinity that spread through the small, disaster apartment with a roof that leaked and a balcony that perpetually smelled like cigarettes and whiskey, was akin to the feel of a wood fire in winter or warm sheets straight from the dyer.

Another laugh bubbled from you unconsciously at the thought.

You smiled to yourself at the tiny revelation, and took Tomura's hand in your own as the bathroom door shut behind you. The room filled with steam as he kissed you and squeezed your palm in his.

What a fucked up little family you’d carved out here.

What a strange place to belong.

“Hey, if you fuck in there you better invite us!” Keigo’s voice rang down the hall and drifted easily under the bathroom door, loose in its frame.

“Would you shut the fuck up you horny fucking slut?” came Dabi’s equally loud and much less amused response.

“We are not inviting them,” Tomura huffed, dragging you into the tub and under the warm spray.

You shook your head, adding in a fond eye role for emphasis while he groped your chest and manhandled you against the tile.

“Oh so we are gonna fuck in here then?”

Tomura deadpanned as though you’d just asked if the sky was blue.

If the grass was green.

If your boyfriend was gonna rail you against the shower wall.

“What do you fucking think?”

That laugh was back, setting your face pleasantly ablaze with the same rush as summer campfires or salt water on heated skin.

“Damn, sorry I—“

Any reply laced with a completely appropriate amount of snark drowned on your tongue as Tomura swallowed it up. His lips were kiss softened but retained the familiar worm edges. You let your hand trail down the cracking skin of his cheek and throat to take his hand that rested on your chest.

He smiled into your mouth—one of those rare, genuine things he never let you see but always made sure you felt.

You matched his grin.

And kissed him back.

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Taglist: @mariesackler, @simultaneously-sick-and-calm, @narcolepticroses, @lilianaswhatever

#tomura shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki x you #dabi x reader #hawks x reader #dabi x shigaraki #tw blood #tw smoking mention #tw alchohol mention #tw voyeurism #tw spitting #tw degradation

[ruewrites]

Understanding Us

AO3

Ship: Solomon/Asmo

Word Count: 2952

Warnings: Mildly referenced implied homophobia/misogyny. The undertones are very light but it is there.

A/N:

Another installment of the Next Gen! AU that I made with @leviathanswingman. Solomon and Asmo integrating into the human world is definitely something that is worth exploring in this AU because it does come with a few challenges, especially in terms of socializing. They find their niche eventually, but there will always be challenges.

(Solomon is touch starved and no one can change my mind about this.)

I hope you enjoy!

Solomon forced a smile, swirling his cup in his hands as he watched his partner from across the backyard. He fit in well here, much better than Solomon did. Of course they both had their moments of bouts of odd behavior, and yet Asmo slipped into the neighborhood as a socialite with near flawlessness and perfection. He laughed like windchimes as he sipped his cocktail, gossiping and chittering away with a few of their neighbor's on the host's deck next to the grill. He looked stunning too, as he always did. The spring air appeared so much sweeter as it carried Asmo's essence.

What made it sweeter still was their child on his lap. Asmodeus was the perfect image of a parental socialite. Solomon had already heard him fantasizing about joining a future PTA meeting after speaking to a few of their neighbors who had older children. An entire bake sale had practically already been organized in the entirety of his mind for when Lilith started attending classes, and of course Asmodeus would be chaperoning field trips! Perhaps he could still make a post or two as well, after all, Asmodeus was still an influencer.

Tilting the cup in his hand again, he wondered if there was another cocktail floating out there for him somewhere. Perhaps one with blueberries or pomegranate.

“Solomon! That's not going to do you any good stayin still in your cup.” 

A man clapped him on his back. Solomon had heard his name once or twice, his wife had brought over cookies when he and Asmo moved in. It had been a rough introduction, Asmo had still been a bit bristly around strangers so Solomon had done most of the talking. It went about as well as it could have with an unhappy demon in the background. Despite that, this man still seemed to hone in on Solomon at every social event.  No matter how hard he tried to hide himself, he always seemed to find him and drag him out to groups which discussed subjects that Solomon cared little for. Still, Solomon forced a smile and stood a little straighter, “I'm more of a whisky man if I'm honest. I like my liquor a bit… smoother.”

“You get used to it, it's an acquired taste.”

Solomon would beg to differ.

“You're partner up there, he get you whisky? It's always nice to have your own little treats.”

Solomon had seen Asmo put back stronger drinks than whisky on a Saturday night. Solomon liked whisky, the best way to taste it was the remnants from Asmo's lips.

“We drink together, although he does know how to pick out rather divine blends,” Solomon continued  to stare straight ahead, not offering the man a glance, “Sometimes we drink together later in the night after we put Lilith down.”

The man elbowed him, making the drink in his hands slosh onto his skin.  It felt as disgusting and horrendous as it tasted. 

There was a way this man talked about Asmodeus, a few of them talked about Asmodeus in a similar fashion.  Solomon hated it. They projected their own ideas onto their relationship in a fashion that often made Solomon uncomfortable, and they liked to pry. Asmodeus confused them all, whether it be his mixture of pronouns or presentation of gender or how he fit in with Solomon and Lilith. They were much more concerned about Asmodeus’ role that Solomon thought they ought to be. Asmodeus was Asmodeus, and that should be enough.

“He get cuddly with you drunk? Scooch in real close?” it was a joke, but not one Solomon enjoyed in the slightest. It was shallow, superficial, and the implications left bile in his mouth,  “Bet he's the type to get scared during horror movies too. You ever watch those and drink your whiskey?”

The man next to him was laughing as the plastic crickled beneath Solomon's finger tips.

***

“More, please.”

It was far from erotic, and Solomon craved it all the same. Asmo's caress did something to him, lit a fire deep within his cold soul. If it was taken from him, he wasn't sure how he would ever survive. Asmo's hand caressed the side of his face and moved upward to ruffle his hair.

“My Darling is so needy tonight,” the arm around his waist tightened, pulling him closer, and Solomon reveled in it. He knew his face was flushed, his body contorted to distort himself into some smaller form perfect to fit in Asmodeus' grasp. His legs tangled, arms struggling with whether to stay pressed close to his chest or to wrap around and capture the source of undying affection and attention before him. 

“But that is okay,” Asmo cooed in his ear, “Because I am here for whatever he needs, whenever he wants it.”

It was like this frequently in the beginning once they started more openly expressing wants and desires. Solomon would fluctuate between a kind of aloofness and the cold void inside him that demanded to be filled. Before all of this it was easy to ignore. After all, how could you miss an experience that was forgotten to you? But once he had the tiniest taste, the switch inside of him was flipped. Nowadays the void was quiet more often than not but every now and again that craving for intimacy and affection overtook him to a point that was almost painful. Twisting his head to the side, Solomon looked up at Asmo through his lashes.

“I love you.”

The words fell short in so many ways, if only there was something more he could say, some word that fit better. One day he would find one, but for now, this would do.

Asmo's fingers continued to card through his hair, his eyes soft. His lips pressed against Solomon's forehead, “I love you too. How do you feel?” 

Solomon shifted, adjusting his position and making himself feel more comfortable in Asmo's arms. The ache in his chest had lessened to a dull thud as Asmo's warmth took its place. 

“Better,” Solomon said, “Luckily I have you and your love for this poor heart of mine.”

“Careful Handsome, you might have another baby if you're not careful with your words.”

Solomon laughed, “You say that like it isn't something I would like.” Asmo had passed on so much to their child. She looked so much like him and Solomon didn't doubt that what else he had passed on to her would be revealed with age. Solomon had passed on his talent with magic, that he knew, but he swore that she would never know what the void within him felt like. He would shower her in all the love and affection he could muster and assure that her days were filled with brightness and laughter.

“I know you would,” Asmo purred. God, Solomon loved that purr. The only thing better than the purrs were the chirps and chitters he made. It was all music to Solomon's ears. “You're such a good Daddy, there isn't a better man I could have accidentally had a child with.”

He punctuated each word by walking his fingers up Solomon's shoulder and tapping his nose.

All Solomon could do was smile. He kissed Asmo once. Then again. And again. He lost himself in his partner's laughter as they continued their exchange of soft kisses, completely and utterly enveloped in each other.

It was the best whiskey Solomon could ever chase, and he would gladly get drunk on it any time of day.

***

“I love what they do with the gore,” Asmo moved closer against his shoulder and it made his heart lurch, “It's so… artistic. Like a pretty little metaphor.”

“It does look like a flower if you pause it right.”

“Yes! See you get it! It's about blooming into her true potential and truths being revealed! Also I just think it was done in a very pretty fashion.” With the way Asmo squealed and kicked his feet, one might think they were watching a very different genre of film, certainly not a psychological thriller. But Solomon loved how excited Asmodeus became. It was lovely being able to discuss in depth literary analyses with his partner.

“What about you Solomon? What do you think?”

“What do I think?”

“That is what I asked.”

Solomon glanced back at the screen, intertwining his fingers with Asmo's as he thought. “I think it's about an acknowledgement of all parts of yourself, the good and the bad of human nature, that sometimes the more horrendous things can be masked with beauty and that escaping it in itself can be brutally terrifying, but there is beauty in escaping and gaining your freedom.”

Asmo used the tips of his fingers to turn Solomon's face towards him, his feather light touch on his skin sending shivers up Solomon's spine. “Beautifully put.”

Her finger tips traveled down Solomon's neck, tracing along his carotid artery, “Most people forget about the horrors often faced in order to reach that pretty little ending. When perfection is mistaken for beauty, some tend to turn volatile in their blindness.”

“You would know that.”

“So would you.”

“It's not easy to forget.”

“Would we want to?”

A few minutes of silence lingered between them, Asmodeus’ fingers dancing over his heart before gripping the fabric of his shirt and pulling him in.

“I wanted to go back to the Celestial Realm more than anything,” Asmodeus whispered, “I'd almost forgotten why I left.”

His fingers ran throughSolomon's hair and down his back, lulling him into a security. He let out a sigh and wrapped his arms around his lover. Asmo's scent filled his lungs as he inhaled, and a sense of completeness watched over him. 

Asmo's eyes were once again fixed on the television, his grip on Solomon tightening.

“I'm glad she got her freedom.”

***

Solomon hummed, his eyelids lowering. 

“Well? Do you?” 

Another jab came at him from the side. It was taking all Solomon had not to let his agitation show. For the first time since their interaction began Solomon turned to him, a wide smile spread across his face. 

“You don't know anything about my partner nor myself, and I think I like having our little mysteries,” If he were a worse man, he'd curse him now, “It keeps a certain spice to life, wouldn't you agree?”

Solomon didn't allow him to say another word. He dumped the vile liquid on the ground, stepping out of the way of playing children, and made his way up the deck steps. That man could speculate as much as he wanted, as could the rest of them, but unless they treated Asmo with dignity and respect when they thought he was out of earshot they wouldn't get a word out of him.

Asmo hadn't seen him approaching, in fact, he was still enraptured in conversation when Solomon approached him. A soft noise of surprise left him, a chirp. Solomon kissed where his jaw met his neck and then allowed himself to settle. 

“Oh hello Darling! Coming by to say hi?”  Asmo asked, leaning into Solomon. His warmth radiated to Solomon’s core and his hair smelled dizzyingly of the sweetest roses. 

“How could I ever stay away?” 

He took one of Asmo’s hands and placed kisses from his wrist to the tips of his fingers. A soft flurry of noises rose up and fell just as quickly as they appeared.

“What did I tell you?” Asmo chirped, looking around the table, “He’s a perfect model of a gentleman.”

“He is,” a woman crooned, “All you’re missin is a ring honey.”

“You’re gonna get me a pretty ring right Sol?” Asmo asked, batting his lashes. His voice was overperforming. Words dragged out in an exaggeratingly sweet manner as he cozied up to him. If only they knew how Lilith had come into the world.

“The prettiest, if I can have a sip of your cocktail.”

WIthout a word, Asmo lifted the pretty drink to his lips. Solomon could have groaned. Finally, something that didn’t taste like piss. Why take the enjoyment out of life by taking the pleasure of consumption away? Why ingest something horrible when perfection was a few yards away? Asmo set the glass back down onto the table and relaxed once again into their previous position. 

“Thank you my Darling.”

Asmo hummed in response, content to let Solomon recharge his dwindling social battery. This was a game they often played at gatherings. For some reason or another, the same group of men would find themselves flocking towards Solomon, trying to get him to engage in one draining activity or another. Eventually Solomon would escape towards Asmodeus and allow himself to relax. He was more interested in the conversations Asmodeus was a part of anyways. If there was one thing his demon excelled at (well… one of many) it was honing in on interesting gossip or picking up key information that others let slip past their lips.

His fingers toyed with Lilith’s hair, it was soft and wavy, and Asmo had placed a little pink bow in it. Asmodeus loved toying with their daughter's hair. He absolutely delighted in it, seeing all of the different stylings that could be accomplished. She always looked so cute too, Asmodeus made sure she was the pinnacle of cuteness. 

“How about I take her for a while?”

“I’ve got her.”

“I can take her inside and reapply her sunscreen, it’s getting hot,” Solomon continued, “Besides I want to make myself a drink.”

It didn’t take anymore convincing for Solomon to have their daughter in his arms as he walked into the house, a deep sigh left his lips. “Oh Lilith, what am I to do?”

Lilith babbled in response, blowing bubbles out of her mouth and grabbing for Solomon’s hair. “Ah, wise words from a wise young lady,” he shifted her weight to his hip as he looked at the counter full of mixing ingredients, “Now, let's make a good drink.” 

Fortunately he spent the rest of the time in the kitchen talking to Lilith about everything and nothing. She was delightful company, always was. They could have a much better social event than whatever was happening outside, and when temperatures would eventually continue to rise they wouldn't be the ones melting. In every possible way, this was a much more favorable outcome in his books. Fortunately for him, no one else came in for however long he had decided to wander around. That was, until familiar heels clicked on the linoleum. Solomon had started making his second drink, explaining the elegancies of a wyvern’s bone structure to an enthused Lilith, when Asmo entered the room. 

“You ready to head home?” he asked, hip cocked against the doorway.

“Are you done socializing?”

“They all started fixating on how I have a year old baby and no ring, so yeah I think I’m done,” Asmo said, “It’s a shame, they can’t seem to understand why I trust you to not leave me.”

Solomon snorted as he lifted the newly mixed drink to his lips. Asmo seemed to be matching his annoyance. It was concealed just enough, if Solomon hadn’t known Asmo for as long as he had or as intimately as he did, he might have missed it, “It seems to be challenging for some of them to understand us doesn’t it?”

“You mean your new friends don’t understand you?” Asmo teased.

Solomon choked, “God, I don’t know why they flock to me.”

“You’re an intriguing man Darling,” Asmo tilted his chin and pecked his lips, “And the cost is exhausting.” 

It wasn't just that. They both knew it.  They knew it was Asmo's perceived femininity. The fact that he enjoyed it when Solomon referred to him as “his girl” or “his princess” and that sometimes she preferred she. The fact that his makeup and nails were constantly well maintained. That Asmodeus enjoyed skirts and heels just as much as slacks and flats. It was easier to digest Solomon for them because in their eyes he fit their definition of masculinity more closely even when his nails were occasionally done. It didn't matter what Solomon felt about his own identity, what mattered to them was how they viewed him, and the way they viewed both of them was in strict little boxes. 

Asmodeus was masculine and feminine and everything in between and every point in the spectrum. They would never know how safe and comfortable Solomon felt in his arms, or how his lower registers would send shudders up his spine just as his higher ones would inspire a similar yearning desire. No matter what form or what presentation, Asmodeus was Asmodeus his love and his muse.

He who inspired him and filled up the aching void in his chest.

She who held him until the loneliness once again drifted away into nothing. 

They were his comfort, his everything, his dearest love.

“So, what do you say? Let’s go home, put Lilith down for a nap and we can cuddle up and watch a movie on the couch? We can even make a lil charcuterie board.”

“You know exactly how to entice me, Dear One.”

“And that’s why I’m yours.”

His. 

The word made his heart lurch and ache in the best of ways. How it made him yearn for his partner in the deepest recesses of his very soul.

Oh Solomon could not wait to be home and have those pretty fingers tracing shapes on his skin and his voice whispering such sweet things in his ear. The comfort and familiarity of his lover’s embrace was worth more to him than anything else this would had to offer. 

#obey me #solodeus #solomon x asmodeus #asmosolo #soloasmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me solomon #ruewrites #next gen!au #original demon character #original child characters

[fearthefuzzybear]

mistakes, a fic based on dog at the door by @betweenlands and @fluffy-papaya!

#datd au #ruewrite #boy i havent used that tag in awhile :D #mcyt #this caters to a very specific niche of people but theres enough of you #i think

[queendeeshorrorimagines]

Happy New Year's

My obey me! secret santa gift for @ruewrites I hope you enjoy!

Asmodeus x Solomon

Warnings!: none

It was a few hours before the annual New Years Eve party that Diavlo planned in honor of the exchange program when Asmo was getting ready. The soft scent of roses and lilacs lingered in the air of Asmodeous’ room from multiple candles burning while he hummed carefully to the tunes of a song from the top 100 pop music playlist echoing from his bubblegum pink bluetooth speakers. 

Asmodeus sits in front of his vanity,carefully taking out the rollers off his hair as his champagne blonde hair flowed down in soft cascades of curls- framing the avatar of lust's face perfectly. He gently sprayed a bit of hair spray over his hair before he moved on to finishing up his skincare routine. His freshly manicured turquoise and pink nails were carefully grabbing his face lotion. Opening up the bottle, he scooped up a dime sized amount of the floral scented lotion- rubbing circular motions over his baby-faced skin.

Just as the next song played from his playlist, Asmo looked at the outfit he placed on his bed. The outfit was a magenta button up shirt with his usual pinkish white vegan leather jacket and a pair of black jeans. Changing into the outfit, Asmo took a good look in the mirror. Asmo was looking especially alluring in this outfit- he always got to be the most attractive being anywhere he attends, it’s been that way since the celestial realm. 

 Although it was a known fact that Asmo was one of the most attractive demons in Devildom, he couldn’t help but to feel slightly nervous about going to the party. It wasn’t the party in general, it was the fact that a certain white- haired sorcerer that he's grown fond of will be attending the said party.

 Throughout the many years of being in a pact with Soloman, Asmo developed a certain fondness towards him that wasn’t like his usual trysts and hookups, it was something deeper than the lust that he knows too well. 

When Asmodeus was finally finished getting ready, it was time for him and his brothers to go. The familiar dark sky filled his vision as he saw the sparkles of the fluorescent and neon lights from the distant buildings. 

The trip to Diablo's castle felt like eternity to the avatar of lust even though in reality, the trip was rather short. Asmo tries to hide his nerves behind his familiar facade of beauty and lust as he makes conversation with his brothers. 

Lucifer was warning Mamon about being on his best behavior while Leviathan was in trance with a video game on his phone. Next to Asmo was Satan reading some old book while Beel was chatting back with him while Belphie snored softly. 

The sky became a deeper shade when the brothers eventually arrived at Diavolo's castle. The multi-colored fairy lights twinkled around the entrance of the castle, perfectly illuminating the night as Asmo walked through the doors. 

Upbeat music echoed throughout the castle, becoming louder as the demon brothers got closer towards the ballroom. Strobe lights danced around the room as Barbatos was finishing up the snack table. 

Diablo welcomed them eagerly before engaging in a conversation with Lucifer, leaving himself and his other brothers to their own devices. Walking towards the bar area, Asmo ordered a glass of Demonus. 

Opening his Devilgram app, Asmo took a couple photos of the party and of himself. As he posted the photos on his Devilgram story, Solomon sat down on the seat beside Asmo- ordering himself a drink. Asmo felt as if his heart was beating like a drum, his stomach churned with butterflies as Asmo finished his Demonus.

“Hello Asmo. How have you been tonight?” Solomon asked, taking a drink of his beverage.

Before sliding his phone into his pocket, Asmo took a look at the time. ‘11:50pm.’  He turned his attention towards the snowy haired sorcerer. “Soloman, I’ve been doing alright, the party’s a bit of a bore. And you?” The two of them laughed at Asmo’s comment. 

"I just arrived. I wasn't originally planning on going to the party until you and Solomon convinced me to take a night off working on my sorcery." Solomon was wearing his usual clothes; a black button up shirt and matching pants with his cape. 

“So ten more minutes until a new year..” Asmo started as the ambient of the music surrounding the ballroom mixed with the soft buzzed feeling of the Demonus taking effect on his body. “You look cute tonight, not as cute as me but still cute.” Asmo quickly attempted to save himself on the last part.

Solomon noticed Asmo’s sudden save, chuckling softly. “Asmo, you know that we’ve known each other for many years. I’m one of the only people who truly knows the real you.”

The silence after Solomon’s remark lasted a few minutes as the music got louder. A timer was projected onto the wall nearby the DJ stand, showing the time counting down from three minutes. Asmo’s mind was running a hundred miles a second, going back and forth between confessing his feelings towards his long time friend or not. 

"You know, I always enjoyed your company throughout the years.." Asmodeus admits as he taps his manicured nails onto the table of the bar. 

"I feel the same way." Solomon smiled at Asmo. The party was in full swing as they sat next to each other. "Wanna walk towards the window to get the best view for fireworks?" He asked Asmo, getting up from the barstool. 

Asmo quickly followed Solomon towards the window as the music lowered, the DJ announced that there were fifteen seconds left. By the time the two of them got comfortable, it was ten seconds left.

Ten! 

The music drowned by all of the voices of the party goers counting down with the time. Mammon was at the front of the dancefloor, near the DJ booth. 

Nine!

'This is my shot to finally confess my feelings.' Asmo thought, looking at Solomon staring into the night Devildom sky through the elongated window.

Eight!

Lucifer and Diavlo cheered drunkenly in the crowd while Barbatos was looking after the young prince and the avatar of pride. 

Seven!

Belphie sleeps soundly on one of the lounge chairs as Beel munches away on snacks at the snack table. The multi-colored horns and noisemakers were quickly being passed around as Solomon glanced at Asmo quickly. 

Six!

Simeon carefully carries a sleeping Luke as he passes Solomon and Asmo, saying a quick hello before heading towards the exit. 

Five!

Satan was filming drunk Lucifer on his DDD to use as blackmail, a Cheshire smirk imprinted onto his face. 

Four!

Leviathan sits in an mostly empty corner of the ballroom, watching Satan film Lucifer as he took a break from playing a video game on his handheld console; laughing at the behavior of his older brother.

Three!

The crowd around them chanted louder as Soloman took a look at the rings on his fingers briefly. 

Two!

Two more seconds before the new year in Devildom. The crowd was becoming more rowdy as the timer counted down, some drunk while others were beaming with excitement. 

One!

The crowd around the both of them cheered as Asmo leaned forward, kissing the white haired sorcerer's lips as fireworks went off. The horns and noisemakers filled the room around them.

"Happy New Year's." Asmo spoke when he pulled away from the kiss. "Happy New Year's." Solomon responded before pulling Asmo into another kiss. 

#obeymesecretsanta2021 #asmodeus x solomon #obey me imagines #ObeyMeSecretSanta2021

[leviathanswingman]

i got tagged by @ruewrites to post the latest line of my wip  (also as always not sticking to the one line rule)

“Hell, you’re a tease!” Asmo buried one hand in the back of Solomon’s hair and pulled his head to the side with a fierce yet careful tug. Solomon watched him from hooded eyes as a smile tugged at his lips.

thanks for the tag!!

#i am v excited about this one #this was coincidentally the one i worked ojn last i'm still on my 8 wips at once crusade

[obeymebutcursed]

Don't rehect his message, accept him -RueWrites

*panic intensifies*

#obey me #obey me cursed #obey me shall we date #obey me asmo