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Cooking w/ Barb & Solo
Mc: Barb, can you get me the jar? It's really high up, I can't reach it.
Barbatos: Sure!
Barbatos: *places himself behind Mc, being unnecessarily close, and gets the jar*
Mc,blushing: Thanks Barb!
Solomon, later: Did you put the jar there so that Mc had to ask you to get it?.
Barbatos: One word and the next thing up there are your feet.
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tofumedic · a day ago
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Solomon Crushing HCs!
(MC is gender neutral!)
summary: a mix of hcs and small paragraphs about Solomon being tested about how much affection he can take before his composed disposition breaks!
It actually takes very little from you to ruffle up poor Solomon's feathers
A gentle touch or squeeze to his shoulder while you're not wearing any kind of glove, even if its over his robes or uniform his blush settles in
However, to get such a soft reaction from your companion it would have to happen alone or if you aren't feeling the best. if it happens in front of the brothers it helps boost his confidence before he shortens the affection not wanting to get hurt by your 7 demonic bodyguards
Solomon's hands are pressed into the flat of your back and against the nape of your neck, supporting your posture of you folding your body into his. He's leaning a bit down only by lowering his face to check your breathing, his ear close to yours and yours to his, letting you also hear his own for however it may ground you.
The way he holds you is protective by every right, the hand on your back is spread as far as each of his digits can reach and pushing slightly into you instead of just acting as a shell, reminding you he is actually there and that you can feel as much as his presence as possible. The hand against the back of your neck is more gentle to the sensitive bone underneath, not pressing but covering as much as it can, slightly upwards to start to cup the bottom of your hairline as well so you don't strain your neck too far.
He almost feels quite guilty, reveling in you picking him for comfort having to be pushed to be thoughts he remembers so he can currently focus on keeping you grounded, calm. You had left and came to him in Purgatory Hall, purposely leaving possible comfort from the brothers to seek out his specifically. It was an honor, you wanting to be held by him, wanting his warmth to protect you from whatever snapped the final thread keeping you together for the day. It wasn't completely necessary, he would have come as immediate as he could've if you had asked but it did make the slow process of moving you to sit on the edge of his bed quite easier as he presses gentle kisses against your hair, certain you'll forget about them the next day.
He enjoys sharing things with you, always confident and composed when he is the one to initiate, yet when you do it he needs a few seconds of hesitation to restart his internal systems.
He further enjoys showing off whatever you two share, maybe a new set of matching keychains or a necklace. Certain brothers more outwardly jealous than their counterparts call him out for being arrogant yet are too busy to recognize the softness in his eyes of having a piece of you with him.
You had woken up from your small nap with all of the gross qualities of crying before the rest, rubbing your eyes and needing to seek out something for your nose. But in the slowness of waking up and further coming to your senses on where you were, you recognize the room style and suddenly it clicks back.
Going to Solomon, wanting his specific hold and no other as it wouldn't be the same as the texture of his clothes pressing into yours or the same density of muscle holding together the pieces of you threatening to break. No one would keep you whole the same way so you had sought him out, now only being left alone in his room with his robe at the end of the bed and the door slightly open to show his leave is quick.
The robe was free real-estate at that point for you to settle into like a child's sleeping bag as you cocoon, wrapping it around yourself and holding it tightly wrapped from holding it on the inside. Like it was programmed to recognize being stolen, Solomon just peeked into the crack in the door with some water in hand not wanting the door to creek if you were still resting.
Yet there you were, resettling into his bed in his robe in his blankets. His face was lit up as if painted in the pink as he speaks up.
"I'm back. Ah, were you waiting for me to show up?"
He's embarrassed, his face is blotchy and after he takes a step in and closes the door goes to rub at this face as if trying to scratch it away. He didn't expect you to actually put on his robe and cuddle into it like that, don't get him twisted he did put it there just in case you did wake up and he wasn't there, he just clearly was not mentally prepared for the image.
Something he can't handle is your pleased smile with the similar glint that reached your eyes to be directed at him alone, especially when it was still sleep ridden and clearly extremely comfortable.
"Just kidding, don't look at me like that I'll get the wrong idea."
Solomon has this thing about making plans with you, or making plans for you
He will plan out every time he gets to see you, trying to have words ready for what he will want to say. He plans out walking with you to classes, to lunch, to inviting you out places just to imagine how it will go after you say yes.
Even if it doesn't go exactly to plan since you tend not to follow his, always so full of surprises, he doesn't get upset by any means if you're the cause
Especially when it's something subtle, you reaching out to pat him if he's busy in a conversation wanting to give a quick hello, or you possibly being on of those who like to lean into others when they laugh
Stuff like that sends him out of wack, he builds off of what energy you give him like any calm response he had to welcome you back with gets replaced with something more genuine as you rush over, having caught his gaze with a grin when you found him
You unwrapped your robe burrito of sorts, your arms outstretched and waiting. His footsteps stuttered looking at your changed position beckoning him to look at your face to make sure he wasn't misunderstanding. His blush had yet to disappear as he chuckled, setting your two glasses on the small bedside table.
You are the first person he lets himself be so genuine with for a long time, something about you other than your abilities is just so special.
He's missed this, such a feeling of genuine love that fills him completely that he feels connected to every part of his body, that no space is empty yet instead inflated pumped full of pure bliss. It is hard to remember if the last time he felt something like this if it's true or was just a bad copy because this and you feel so unique and new and fresh
Solomon is full of love in a way he didn't know was truly possible, it was true and genuine and you two shared it.
He settles into your side, arms caging your middle and yours in turn wrap around him to further press him closer, and he gives a pleased hum. It was strange and perhaps narcissistic but this felt like you had turned to comforting him instead compared to him comforting you earlier, though he understood this probably helped you too he couldn't help but to feel special like that.
Maybe this wasn't a misunderstanding on his part, maybe it was alright to test the waters, this theory.
"I just can't help but to think you might like me too, no?"
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Fluff 1 or 2 for Solomon?🥺
Solomon x MC (featuring Simeon)
1. "You smile like an idiot when you are talking to them."
2. "You're jealous aren't you?" "I'm not jealous."
MC stands in front of Solomon talking happily about a new project. In all seriousness, Solomon hasn't heard a word. He is just staring at how MC's face contorts looking more and more attractive with every new word.
"So is that a yes?" Their voice finally cuts through his thoughts as their mouth stops moving and thie eyes focus solely on him.
"Yeah, of course..." He looked at them, and smiled confidently. Completely unaware of what he signed up for.
"Wonderful! Oh Asmo! Wait up! See you, Solomon!" MC runs off and he watches as they run up to Asmo in the courtyard.
Simeon comes up behind him and nudges his shoulder, "You smile like an idiot when you are talking to them." His smirk is evident on his face.
Solomon shoves him back, "Sure I do." He stares back at the pair. Asmo tightly wraps his arms around MC as they start to laugh hysterically.
Simeon sees a scowl begin to cross Solomon's face and laughs, "You're jealous aren't you?" His smirk is now even more teasing then the last one.
Solomon huffs, "I'm not jealous."
Simeon continues smirking as he taunts the sorcerer, "Oh really? Then why don't you ask them out already?"
Solomon's face begins to burn as a surge of confidence washes over him, "Maybe I will."
Quickly Solomon marches over to MC and Asmo before stopping in front of the pair that is now staring at him.
"Oh hi Solo-" MC begins to speak, but he cuts them off, "MC will you go out with me?"
MC blushes and starts to giggle before leaving Asmo's embrace to stand in front of Solomon, "Solomon... that is what I asked you earlier..."
His face fills with crimson as they continue to giggle and kiss him on the cheek... he really needs to start listening to them...
Brothers Masterlist | Dateables Masterlist
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hinajiki · a month ago
The brothers' reaction to walking into your room while you and Solomon are doing the do
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𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 & 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍 ft. the brothers
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includes: obey me! brothers x reader
content warning: 18+ content, swearing, violence, dubcon, possessive behaviour and a threesome insinuated.
💭: hopefully you guys enjoy it! thank you for the request! I also changed it up to the common room because I'm pretty sure solomon would have made a magical barrier on your door if he wanted to keep things private haha ㅡ hina
PART TWO HERE
MASTERLIST
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"shh, pretty..." solomon grunted in your ear. "you're being too loud, someone will hear us. you wouldn't want that, would you?"
you choked back a moan when he thrusted into you again from behind, shaking your head at his question. your underwear was pushed to the side and you were leaning forward against the couch, barely able to hold yourself up from the pleasure coursing through your veins. it didn't help that he was radiating magical energy that made your skin buzz with life.
"good puppy.." solomon cooed, biting your earlob. "I bet you are enjoying being fucked where anyone could walk in at anytime, hm?"
before you could moan out a response, the door to the side of the common room opened and you gasped, trying to tell solomon to stop but he didn't notice the intruder, pressing your face into the couch.
LUCIFER
when he sees you bent over the couch, solomon fucking you from behind, he freezes where he stands in the doorway
his eyes trail from the spot between your legs all the way up to your glistening eyes and it makes his cock twitch in his dress pants
he coughs, crossing his arms with a frown on his face and watches as solomon pulls away from you, shocked from the sudden noise
"l-lucifer-"
"mc, you better have a good reason why you're allowing solomon to defile you in a public space such as this. I better see you in my office when I come back from my meeting with diavolo."
he watches as your eyes fill with fear and he turns to leave, a smug smirk on his face
let's just say, you didn't leave his office until you could barely walk back to your room
MAMMON
oh boy, he gets so jealous
how could his beloved mc, HIS human, have sex with a mere HUMAN when they could have the GREAT MAMMON: the 2nd strongest demon in the student council, your first pact and your first man?!
he rushes forward, a blush on his cheeks and he throws solomon off you, lifting you up and hanging you over his shoulder
you punch at his back and yell at him to put you down but he ignores it, stomping out of the room with you
"y-you're mine, damn it!"
"why him?! why didn't you come to me!?"
"you're my human, remember!?"
he'll whine to you all the way to his room where he shows you how good he can make you feel
LEVIATHAN
it was like out of the anime leviathan watched called a demon finds his master sleeping with a sorcerer and he nearly passes out from the sight
"m-mc.." he stutters over his words, eyes fixated on solomon's cock thrusting into you
solomon stills his movements and looks back over his shoulder to see the demon behind him and swears under his breath
you push solomon off you gently and fix your clothes, cheeks red from embarrassment
you mumble shyly, fingers playing with the hem of your blazer, "um, levi, could you maybe.."
before you could finish your sentence, leviathan transforms into his demon form, eyes filled with envy and you gasp moving to stand behind solomon, but levi's tail wraps around you, lifting you into the air to stop you
"w-we're going to my room, mc, now!" he hisses, his cock straining against his pants and he leaves with you in his tail's grasp
wow, poor solomon
SATAN
satan usually is able to hold himself together but when it comes to you with solomon, his rage seeps through the cracks of his demeanour
he growls, stalking over to you and ripping the sorcerer off of you to the floor
all he can see is red and he beats solomon until you have to stop him from killing him
"please! satan, stop! down!"
satan spins around, grabs your wrist and drags you to his room, roughly throwing you against a bookcase and trapping you with his arms
he hisses, leaning down to leave possessive bite marks on your neck "are you really that naive that you need to go to a human when you have seven demons just waiting for you to let them fuck you?!"
you whine, tears pooling at the corners of your eyes and lucifer has to come into the room to stop him from taking his anger out on you
after a few hours, satan comes back to apologise, a bouquet of flowers in his hands and a promise to read you your favourite book until you fall into a comfortable sleep snuggled up to him
ASMODEUS
"well, well, look what we have here."
asmodeus giggles, fanning his face at the sight of his two masters fucking in the common room
his cheeks were red from arousal
"how come I wasn't invited?"
you blush, feeling solomon pull out of you, and you stand up off the couch, unable to meet the eye of the 5th oldest demon brother
"aw, come on now, don't be shy.. I'm sure you wouldn't mind me joining you? I am extremely gorgeous, after all."
you watch as admodeus stalks towards you and you find yourself pressed up against the chest of solomon, admodeus' hand caressing your cheek and his body against your front
you were trapped in between their bodies and your head turns to look up at solomon, noticing a smirk on his face
that's when you knew you were in for a long night and you weren't complaining
BEELZEBUB
beelzebub walks into the common room with his head filled with only the thoughts of food
he glances at you both and walks over to grab the cookies he left on the coffee table
the smell of your arousal makes his tummy grumble, but he is too distracted to care
he shrugs at you and leaves the room, munching on a the cookies in his hand
you and solomon are both in shock from the strange encounter, stopping your actions
you were surprised by the way he acted, you'd think he would've been a tad bit jealous
when you go back to your room, you find yourself pressed against your bed and a head of orange hair drooling between your legs
you were correct, he was a tad bit jealous and he was ravenous for a taste of his master
BELPHAGOR
honestly, belphie doesn't notice at first
it's probably because he's sleepy, hands rubbing his eyes as he moves into the common room
but when he hears your whine, his eyes snap open and he notices the position you're in
he grimaces, finding it slightly disgusting
he doesn't exactly like the idea of solomon fucking you instead of it being him
he leaves the room silently so solomon doesn't notice, but when you come to sleep with him at night, he will press himself up against you, begging to touch you better
how could you say no?
he'll tease you, smirking against your skin when he leaves wet, open-mouthed kisses there
"mmm, are you really still needy, kitten?"
you'll be a blushing mess by the end of it all
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devildomdisaster · 7 days ago
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Comfort spell gone wrong (the dateables)
Anonymous asked: for the lore Olympus ask but with the dateables. (Deleted this ask by accident but here it is)
Comfort spell gone wrong
Not only had the brothers been completely horrible the past few weeks but even your friends in purgatory hall and Diavolo himself had been too busy for you.
You understood that Simeon was busy helping Luke work through some things. But still, being brushed aside after the brothers had been so cruel towards you hadn’t helped your crumbling self-worth.
Solomon had heaved a big sigh and told you “They're demons Mc. It’s what they do. You’re going to have to grow a thicker skin. Besides, I don’t have time to help you with something so trivial.” Before handing you a page from a spellbook “if you really can’t deal with it yourself use this for comfort.”
You’d undeniably ruined Barbatos’s hard work when you’d tripped and tipped over the cake he’d been working on all morning. The demon had shooed you from his domain with barely concealed rage and asked you not to come back until “you can prevent yourself from causing me more work.”
Diavolo, despite always telling you you could come to him with your troubles, had snapped that Solomon seemed to be doing just fine. “So maybe you need to try harder, Mc. Rather than blaming your problems on other people.”
The spell Solomon had given you seemed simple enough. Although it was in an unfamiliar mix of Latin and Infernal. Couldn’t hurt to try though. At least not anymore than you were already hurting. You’d cast the spell, stumbling through a few words and thinking it hadn’t worked when nothing happened. Figures you couldn’t do it, you were still new to magic and just as useless at it as everyone had so kindly reminded you the last few days. It still sapped your energy though, stupid spell. You closed your eyes thinking that maybe it was better that the spell didn’t work. You’d never live down the embarrassment if anyone found out you tried to use a comfort spell.
Lucifer calls the others asking if anyone has seen you, after several days of radio silence from you. Solomon, Luke, and Simeon rush to the house of Lamentation once they hear you haven’t been seen for days. They find Lucifer and the brothers crowded around you, worriedly discussing the spell which has covered you and your room in vines. Babratos and Diavolo are already there, both looking guilty. Solomon feels his stomach drop when he recognizes the page from the spellbook.
“Lucifer, I recognize that spell, I gave it to them when-” Solomon begins
“Yes, it figures you would have your hands in this Solomon.” Lucifer glares.
It’s Simeon who steps forward to undo the spell, giving Luke’s shoulder a comforting squeeze on his way by. “Lucifer if you would,” he says gesturing to your form “this will take both our magics to undo, I believe.”
Solomon:
Shit, shit! Solomon recognizes that spell! He gave it to you.
It wasn’t supposed to do this, it was just a simple comfort spell!
But he can’t help feeling responsible for what's happened.
He feels like he should have known, should have realized something was going on when he gave you that spell.
You’d just wanted to talk, but he was so caught up in trying to find a way to make pacts with the brothers that he totally brushed you off.
He handed you a page out of a spellbook instead. And told you to deal with things yourself.
Solomon is crushed. He has always told you that if you ever need to talk to another human, he’d be there. But he wasn’t. He told you to deal with it alone.
When Simeon and Lucifer break the spell he is by your side in an instant.
Hands fluttering over your body, brushing withering plants off you. Feeling utterly useless.
The spell had gotten so convoluted and twisted in ways he’d never seen before, he hadn’t even been able to break it.
You blink your eyes open, Solomon’s distraught face coming into focus.
“Mc, I shouldn’t have given you that spell. I’m so sorry. I-I said I’d always help you if you needed me but all I did was hurt you instead.”
He wants to distance himself from you. But he knows that won’t make you feel any better. It won’t make him feel better either.
Instead, he’ll be far more careful with the magic he gives you. He’ll start teaching you more magic, so you can practice spells safely.
But he’ll also do his best to make sure you never need a comfort spell again.
He wants to be your comfort.
Solomon will plan elaborate outings and magic filled dates. He gets all these grand ideas and half of them turn into disasters but somehow he’ll make sure the two of you still have fun.
It’s easy for Solomon to forget that he needs to communicate better. But he’s trying. Instead of snapping at you again he’ll be sure to set aside time for himself. Besides, being in the Devildom is more fun with an apprentice anyways, plus teaching you magic gives him plenty of time to make sure you are happy too.
Simeon:
Simeon is shocked when he sees you.
A shiver runs down his spine when he feels the spell sucking the energy from your body.
His eyes don’t miss the botched comfort spell on the ground and he wonders why you didn’t come to him.
And then he realizes. You did. But he brushed you off to help Luke and even when you were hurting you didn’t want to burden him.
He feels like he’s failed you by making you feel like you couldn’t come to him.
When you open your eyes Simeon is the first thing you see.
He gently brushes the plants from your face and hair.
“Oh my sweet little lamb, you are never a burden to me. I am so sorry I made you feel you couldn’t come to me.”
Simeon brings you to Purgatory hall while your room is cleaned.
He gently untangles bits of plant matter from your hair, humming what must be some Celestial lullaby to you.
“Mc,” he begins once he’s removed the remaining plants from your hair and skin, and you’ve allowed yourself to relax into him. “Forgive me, Mc. I should have seen how much you were hurting.”
He is being so gentle with you. But his voice takes a stern edge as he tells you “Next time you feel like this, promise me you will come to me. If you tell me what’s going on I will always have time for you.”
Simeon makes sure to check in on you now, to make time for you. He’ll invite you to Purgatory hall for dinners and/or sleepovers. Oftentimes Luke joins you. But sometimes he’ll sneak you in so the sleepover is your little secret.
Diavolo:
Oh, Mc! He hasn’t seen a spell like this in centuries.
He knows it’s a mistake, but the power it must have taken to cast this spell is impressive.
He’s curious to know what kind of power you’ll have after you’ve been trained properly.
That not to say he isn’t concerned, it's just he knows the spell can be undone, and he finds it easier to deal with the situation if he doesn’t think about how close he came to losing you.
He’ll request that the brothers keep a closer eye on you, not that they weren’t going to anyway.
Diavolo will scoop you from the tangled vines, brushing the remaining vines from your skin as he carries you from your room.
He sits down on his throne, with you still held in his arms. For a moment you're afraid of his thunderous expression.
And then his eyes soften. “Mc,” he whispers. Emotion making his throat tighten, choking off his voice. “Why?”
“Why don’t you find a human who can do better than me Diavolo? You said so yourself, I’m a disappointment.”
“Mc, I didn’t mean! I didn’t want you to-! I didn’t”
He knows what he said. But he never meant for you to take it to heart like this. He was just stressed and he took it out on you.
“I’m sorry, Mc. I shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you. You haven’t disappointed me. I’m sorry I made you feel like you can’t rely on me. Please understand that I would do anything in my power for you.”
A frightening promise from the prince of the Devildom.
Diavolo is careful to control himself in the future. To prevent himself from letting his stress and anger get the better of him.
Careful to remind you how important you are to him, and not just because you are an exchange student, but because he cares for you.
Barbatos:
Anger. Fear. Barbatos tumbles between the two emotions.
It seems that by placing you in this timeline to protect you from Belphagor’s anger he has put you in a new kind of danger. One he didn’t see coming.
This makes him question his decision not to look into the future more than necessary.
Humans are so fragile. And this is just more proof of that fact.
Barbatos is by your side the moment you wake up.
He is lifting you to your feet and guiding you from your room.
Barbatos is a perfect gentleman as he helps you clean up. Helping you scrub the plants from your skin, wrapping you in the softest blankets.
But he remains silent the whole time.
Once you are safely tucked into bed Barbatos speaks. “Mc, I know I have made you feel useless. I should not have taken my anger out on you. I should have known better.”
For a moment you think he’s going to leave, that that’s all he is going to say.
But then he asks if he can stay with you. If the answer is yes, he’ll curl around you in your bed. Holding you to him as if you are likely to disappear.
It has been a long time since Barbatos has had something or someone he has been afraid to lose. “I’m sorry Mc. Please know you can come to me, even if I may be upset. I’d rather you make me face my shortcomings then lose you.”
Barbatos starts having you over for tea more often. He’ll take you on errands with him, if he thinks you’d find them at all interesting.
Mostly he just wants more excuses to spend time with you.
This made him realize how important you are to him and he’ll make sure you know it.
Luke:
Scared little sibling vibes.
Luke is so scared to see you like this!
You are so still and pale that he thinks you might be dead.
When you open your eyes he is so relieved.
Please don’t scare him like this again!
He’s got tears in his eyes, and he half yells half cries at you “Mc! You- you can’t just do something like this. What if- if you had died? I know these demons-” he shoots a watery glare at the demons “can make you feel sad but you’re my friend.”
He’ll ask you to stay at Purgatory hall for a while. He 100% thinks this is all the brother’s fault.
In fact he wants you to move into Purgatory hall permanently and he is so insistent that Diavolo might just let you if that's what you want.
He’ll make sure you know that he sees you as a big sibling, a friend that he could never replace “so please don’t think nobody cares Mc. I know we’re not really related but you’re like a sibling to me.”
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devildomsexting · 2 months ago
Solomon 🌙
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Someone PLEASE draw Solomon in a sailor senshi uniform... it’s for research purposes I swear.
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marzine · a month ago
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𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 + 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨.
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obey me
fem reader
part one
fingering, nipple play. minors don't interact
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DIAVOLO ....... pent up frustration from his position as the ruler of all demons and every devildom resident, diavolo surely knows how to channel said negative feelings with his big, veiny hand applying pressure over your delicate neck, while his thick index and big finger pump in and out if your abused hole, filthy, sexual fluid running into his dismissed paperwork over his desk
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SIMEON ....... desires as mundane as your being, simeon is simple. with one hand intertwined with yours, he places his forehead on the conjecture of your neck and shoulder, free hand feeling how your walls clench around your fingers. hole aching for even a mere inch more of flesh, you grab his arm. but who is he to deny you from such pleasure. curling his fingers a bit, simeon is capable if have you watching the stars
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SOLOMON ....... touching you with the delicacy of an angel, simeon is no stranger to the holy female representations. completely bare in front of him, he caresses every curve, skillful fingers finding their place in your nipples, twisting and pinching the buds in a slow, sensual and almost sinful pornographic way. feeling how his deity image is slowly corrupted with your moans, solomon inserts his fingers in your mouth for you to suck
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Conversation
MC: Whatever you're thinking right now, stop.
Solomon: What?
MC: You always make that face when you're about to say something stupid to piss me off so cut it out-
Solomon: I love you
MC:
Solomon:
MC:
Solomon:
Solomon: Also cereal qualifies as a soup
MC: I fucking knew it
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raspberryranpo · 3 months ago
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what holding their hand is like
obey me! shall we date?: the side characters (without luke)
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i forgot to say happy easter everyone!!! or if you don’t celebrate easter, happy sunday or whatever you might be celebrating today!!
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DIAVOLO
he has massive hands. he’s probably like seven feet tall, so obviously his hands have to match
his hands are rough but they smell nice, since before he took you out, he panicked and thought his hands were gross, so he threw on some moisturiser that did absolutely nothing
has a firm grip and is determined to not let go of you
will always offer you his arm or his hand just to be a gentleman, even if you’re just walking across the room to get something
always kisses your hands and your knuckles to show his deep appreciation of you
squeezes your hand under the table at meetings & plays with your fingers when he’s bored
BARBATOS
when in public, he holds your hand with gloves on, just because it’ll look a bit weird if he takes them off just to hold your hand
but in private?? oh honey the gloves are off
his hands are... so unbelievably soft
barb will hold your hand while he does some paperwork & he’ll hold your hand while he’s guiding you while cooking
is very gentle with your hands & doesn’t have a tight grip at all
he’s a true gentleman, so he always kisses your knuckles as soon as you see each other
SIMEON
swings your hands between you as you walk because he’s just got so much happiness in his heart
holds both of your hands close to his chest when he’s talking about something exciting
or when he’s asking you something
holds your hands at any given opportunity, with zero shame or regrets
also enjoys holding pinkies, since it’s much more wholesome & subtle (not that simeon worries about subtlety though)
luke sometimes intercepts & holds both of your hands as though you’re his parents bless him
SOLOMON
also swings your hands when you hold them, but not in a wholesome way
will use his magic powers to swing you into orbit (not really, but he always talks about how funny that’d be)
has really rough hands but they still feel nice anyway
also likes to hold hands in the weirdest of ways, like backwards
which doesn’t really work but you’re both laughing while he tries to do it
can’t hold your hand while doing experiments but he will threaten to “hold feet”
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pixelvix · 7 months ago
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“I’ll Pitch in and Help My Cute Apprentice”
Obey Me Solomon Smut, 3.7k words
Warnings: 18+ under the cut, afab she/herMC, pure smut, a little bit of plot actually, dom!Solomon, fingering, spitting, degradation, blowjob, penetration, a whole lot of nsfw, but a fluffy ending, Solomons a cocky bastard
Summary: You’re Solomon’s apprentice, attempting to master the arts of wizardry. Solomon challenges you to perform a spell he recently showed you, yet you have some troubles performing it successfully. Solomon shows you just how to perform it, getting a little too close-which results in frustration. Lucky for you, he decides to lend a helping hand. 
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“Ugh...are you kidding me right now?” You groaned out, putting your head in your hands. It was the umpteenth time you had performed this levitation spell, yet the book sitting on the desk in front of you was not levitating no matter how much concentration you put in. You opened your mouth to recite the spell yet again but was startled by the door to your room opening.
Whipping your head around, your eyes met Solomon’s gray-yellow gaze, sparkling with amusement as he took in your frustrated state. He strode over to where you were sitting, glancing at the book before letting out a chuckle. 
“I see the book hasn't moved since I left. Having some troubles?” He smugly asked, folding his arms and leaning against the wall beside you. 
“I can see the cocky grin forming Sol, and I gotta say, it is not helping,” you mumbled, imploring your cheeks to not flush in embarrassment.  You weren’t sure what you were doing wrong. You already knew you harbored great magic skills, and you were fairly sure you memorized the incantation correctly. So why wasn’t the damn book moving? You wanted to prove to Solomon that you could do this-that you weren’t some helpless apprentice that he had to watch out for. And there he was, standing beside you, staring at your failure of levitation.
“Here,” he started, grabbing a seat and scooting next to you,  “let me help. Show me exactly what you’ve been doing and we’ll tweak it so you’re succeeding, okay?” He offered, a small smile resting on his lips. 
You nodded in response, watching as he folded his arms once more, sitting back to watch you carefully. Taking a deep breath, you recited the spell with as much concentration and force as you could muster. The book sat there like it was mocking you, and you wanted nothing more than to curse out that stupid book. 
“I see.” He commented, his hand resting against his chin thoughtfully. “The speaking portion of the spell was done wonderfully, MC. However, with levitation spells, you have to use your hand to indicate the way you’d like your object to move, along with picturing it in your mind. Shall I demonstrate for you?” He proposed, looking at you for confirmation. 
“Please do,” you responded, feeling silly for not knowing such an important part of the spell.
You watched as he stood up, smoothing his shirt down. He had on a dark gray button up, the top button undone, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, with tight black jeans adorned with a black leather belt. His cream jacket was hanging on the back of his chair. As you watched him, you couldn’t help but admire how attractive he was. A sharp jawline, prominent nose, intense eyes, silvery white hair....it was almost unfair that such an attractive man was your mentor. 
His left hand lifted elegantly, his slender and nimble fingers motioning upwards, the book following his commands. He turned to look at you, smiling, saying, “Just like that.”
You swallowed roughly. Was he being suggestive on purpose? You shook yourself of the thought, not allowing your mind to go there right now...that would be for later tonight. “Th-thanks for showing me, Sol. I think I got it now” you responded, expecting him to have you try it again.
“Actually, I think I should instruct you on how to move your hands. It’ll help you. Come here.” He proclaimed, motioning for you to stand next to him. 
“O-okay,” you stammered, lurching forward out of nervousness, unknowing of what he was up to. 
You swore you felt your heart stop as he stepped behind you and took ahold of your waist, positioning you how he wanted. The feeling of his long, slender fingers on your waist made your mind wander yet again, wondering how amazing they would feel digging into your hips as he- no, no, stop that. We’re practicing spells, that’s all, you thought to yourself, taking a deep breath.
Suddenly Solomons chest was pressed flush against your upper back, his nose and mouth dangerously close to your ear. You let out a gasp at the movement, not expecting him to come so close to you. 
“S-Sol, you’re kinda close...” you trailed off as he hummed nonchalantly.
“I’m helping you, apprentice. You need your hand technique down if you want to succeed in levitation spells.” He murmured. “This is your dominant hand, correct?”
“Yes,” you breathed out, feeling the hair on the back of your neck stand as his warm breath fawned against your ear. 
His hand snaked up your arm, warm fingers taking ahold of your hand, positioning them perfectly. Your brain hardly registered that his other hand was still resting on your waist, his close proximity fogging your mind. His hands were calloused from years and years of experience as a sorcerer. 
“You're so obedient, my dear,” he murmured against the side of your neck, his lips ghosting against the sensitive skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you instinctively pressed yourself against him even more. “Turn around,” he mumbled, letting go of your hand and giving you space for you to spin around. As you looked up at him, your hands came up to rest on his chest. His one hand kept a strong hold on your hip, his other coming up to cup your cheek.
“I-is this really okay?” You asked him quietly, unsure if he really wanted to be doing this with you right now.
“Why?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow. “Are you not enjoying yourself?”
You could feel the tension in the few inches between your faces, and you couldn’t deny the heat pooling in your stomach. You shook your head, closing your eyes for a few moments. Opening your eyes after taking a moment to collect your thoughts, you admitted, “I’ve been wanting this for awhile...”
The way his eyes glinted made you suddenly feel a little uneasy- his expression almost darkened, his captivating eyes somewhat narrowing. “Is that so, MC? For how long?” He inquired, his face slowly leaning closer to yours. You breathed in, notes of lavender and coriander flooding your senses. Even his scent was alluring. 
“Ever since you began teaching me,” you admitted once more, feeling your cheeks heat up, your gaze finally shifting away from him.
“Poor thing.” He paused to lick his lips, leaning in close enough to your ear to feel his warm breath fanning on the outer shell. “That pathetic excuse of a dildo just doesn’t do the trick like my cock would, does it?” He murmured in a mocking tone.
You took a sharp inhale of breath through your nose, turning your head and gaze away from him. How did he know you’d been desperately searching for something to fuck yourself with imagining it was him? Did he catch you? Did he hear you? Did he find your toys? So many thoughts raced through your flustered mind.
Suddenly, his slender fingers grabbed your chin, sharply turning your head to face him. A stern look adorned his handsome features, his gray-yellow gaze burning into yours. “I asked you a question, my dear. I would suggest that you answer me.” He demanded, feigning an offended and annoyed attitude. You subconsciously squeezed your thighs together, feeling your cheeks redden even further as you whispered, “Nothing could possibly compare to you....”
He leaned in so close that his lips barely ghosted against yours, murmuring “That’s what I thought,” before capturing your lips in a kiss.
Kissing Solomon was nothing like you imagined- in your fantasies you both were always so desperate, pawing at each other, messily kissing. But this....this was far better than anything you could’ve thought up. He was kissing you roughly but slowly, his hand coming up to the back of your head and pushing you further into him. You would be lying to yourself if you said you couldn't have stayed there and kissed him for hours.
You stifled a moan as his tongue swiped your bottom lip, acting like he was asking you for entrance. However, he quickly and forcefully shoved his tongue through your lips. You couldn't even suppress the moan that escaped you at his roughness and you began massaging his tongue with your own. Your hands came up to the nape of his neck, gently pulling on his silvery hair. 
You pulled away to gasp for air, a trail of saliva connecting your lips together. Solomon was breathing heavily as well, his eyes hazy as he continued to watch your every move. 
“Should I take you here on the desk? Or would you prefer I pin you down on your bed?” He asked huskily, gripping your hips tightly, forehead resting against yours. 
Your mind was foggy with lust, wanting him here and now. Not being able to hold back, you pleaded, “Here, fuck me here, please.” 
With a grin, he picked you up, your legs coming up around his waist, and sat you down on the desk, his crotch pressing against your lower region. You could feel his hard on through both of your pants and let out a slight moan as you pressed into him further, fingers gripping the hair on the back of his head. His face was flushed, hair tousled, and lips somewhat bruised- he looked delectable.
“You have no idea how much you’ve teased me,” Solomon said lowly, clenching his jaw as he went about removing your shirt, enunciating each word with each button he undid. “How many times I’ve endured you leaning over to see what I'm doing, practically shoving your chest in my face,” He spat, making his point by reaching around to unclasp your bra, watching as the fabric slipped off of your breasts. You could feel how red your face was, and instinctively went to cover up your chest with your arms. However, Solomon swiftly grabbed ahold of both of your wrists, holding them away from your chest. “Don’t hide from me. You’ve teased me enough for a lifetime,” he breathed out, staring at you intensely. You nodded, giving into him, and he let go of your wrists. “Stand up for a second, doll,” he murmured, and began to remove your pants, placing a kiss below your navel, leaving you in just a pair of soaked panties. 
He sucked air in through his nose as he palmed at your chest, thumb and middle finger rubbing and tweaking your pert nipples. You moaned softly at his ministrations, encouraging him to keep going while threading your fingers through his hair above his nape. He ducked his head down to take a nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking as his other hand trailed down your stomach to right above your panties, fingering at the fabric teasingly, pulling it back and snapping it against your hip. You let out a louder moan at that, and his mouth popped off your swollen nipple, giving you a look you couldn’t quite read. 
“Please touch me,” you whimpered out desperately as he flattened his palm, cupping your sex through your panties. He let out a breath through his nose. 
“Look at you. Begging without me telling you to,” he whispered into your neck, biting down as his hand continued rubbing against your sex and the other still playing with your nipple. You moaned out for him, gripping onto his shoulders as his fingers slipped the fabric of your panties aside and began to thumb at your clit in slow circles, continuing to leave marks on your neck.
You opened your legs wider to provide him better access to your dripping cunt, gasping as he trailed his forefinger through your glistening folds. “You are such a whore for me, you know that? Spreading your legs for your mentor, letting him touch you as he pleases. And you fucking love it,” he spat, slipping a finger into your hole. “Show me how desperate you are. Tell me how badly you want me,” he persisted, pumping his finger in and out of you at a quickening pace, his other hand now grabbing your inner thigh.
“Please, Solomon, I need you so badly, I-I think of you every time I touch myself-oh,” you cut off with a moan as he thrusted a second finger into your needy cunt, your grip on his shoulders tightening, attempting to stifle your louder moans as his fingers pumped in and out of you roughly and quickly. 
“I don’t remember telling you I was satisfied. Keep talking,” He coaxed, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as he finger-fucked you.
You took in his state as you begged for him- his upper chest -exposed from a few undone buttons- , neck, and face were flushed and he was beginning to get sweaty. His breathing was already somewhat irregular. “Please, please, please fuck me, Sol. I will do anything, I need you so badly, I can’t take it,” you pleaded with him desperately.
“Good girl,” he praised, and you felt your heart soar. He slowed his fingers down before removing them completely and brought them up to your lips. “Clean my fingers.” He demanded, tracing your bottom lip with his soaked index finger. You whined at the loss of his warm fingers in your cunt.
You parted your lips, sucking his fingers into your mouth. You winced at the taste of yourself, but was committed to pleasing him. You ran your tongue up and down and between the two fingers, ensuring his fingers would be coated with your saliva. Suddenly he shoved his fingers further into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and then removing his fingers from your mouth altogether. He had an amused look on his face as you gagged from his ministrations. “Such a filthy whore.” He murmured, wiping his fingers off on his pants. 
You awaited his next move, feeling your cunt throb as he undid his belt and pushed his pants down enough to pull his cock out of his boxers. 
“Open your mouth,” He commanded, and you obediently opened your mouth, looking up into his eyes. He leaned in close enough to where his lips brushed against yours. He then proceeded to spit in your mouth, his hand grabbing your  cheeks. “Don’t you dare swallow,” he ordered, and you closed your mouth, savoring his saliva.
“Suck me off, kitty,” he demanded, and you slipped off the desk to sink down onto your knees. Pressing a kiss to his tip, you took him into your mouth, coating his cock with his and your saliva. Your tongue massaged the underside of his cock as you bobbed your head up and down, Solomons fingers threading into your hair. He suddenly yanked your head back by your hair, your mouth popping off of his cock, hands coming up to grab his thighs to steady yourself. He had your head pulled back, your neck and chest exposed to him as he spit on you once more, his saliva landing on your collarbone, beginning to trail down to your breast. He groaned at the sight before shoving you back down onto his cock.
He began to snap his hips forward, using your mouth as nothing but a toy for his own pleasure. He kept hitting the back of your throat, reveling in your gags and gasps for air. 
“You’re taking my cock like you were meant for this, you slut,” he spat out through gritted teeth, continuing to thrust into your mouth. “You’re my little cock whore, huh? Aren't you?” Your lungs burned, your throat and mouth was sore, and your jaw was beginning to hurt. Tears were forming in your eyes as he abused your mouth, but you couldn’t help but love it. He groaned out, sighing as he yanked you off his cock once more.
“Get up and turn around before I decide to finish on your face,” he demanded, lazily stroking himself. You scrambled to your feet, and turned around, your back facing him. He pushed you up against the desk and pressed down on your upper back, bending you over. You let out a shaky moan as he rubbed his cock between your folds, teasing your entrance.
“Solomon, please,” you breathed out, on the verge of tears.
“I know, my cock whore needs filled, don’t you?” He groaned out as he began to push himself into your core, his hands grabbing your hips roughly.
You let out a moan as he began to stretch your walls, not used to his size. He pushed himself all the way into you, bottoming out with a grunt. Choking out a moan, you pushed your hips back against him, needing him to move.
“So needy, so impatient,” he tutted, and briefly pulled back to slam back into your cunt, his fingers digging into your hips, bringing you back to meet his thrusts as he began to settle on a somewhat quick and rough pace. 
You let out wanton moans every time his hips snapped forward to pound into your dripping cunt. His one hand snaked up to press on your lower back, the other keeping its death grip on your hip. 
“You're gripping onto my cock so tightly, fuck,” he groaned out, speeding up his pace. “You fucking love it, don’t you? Huh? You love my cock fucking you into this desk?” He breathed out, his hand that was on your lower back snaking underneath you to rub fervent circles on your clit. 
With him leaning down to rub your clit, the position changed, and his cock was hitting deeper than beforehand, slamming into that sweet spot. The moan you let out was obscene, the pleasure he was giving you being too much to contain. 
“Shit,” he moaned out, keeping up the pace but slamming into you even harder. You so badly wanted to see his face, how beautiful he would look with his hair sticking to his forehead from sweat, his skin completely flushed, his eyebrows screwed upward, eyes tightly shut. 
The hand on your hip came up to your neck, and before you knew it he was shoving two fingers into your mouth while relentlessly pounding into your cunt. 
With him hitting your sweet spot and still fervently rubbing circles into your clit, you felt a knot begin to form in your stomach, and it was tightening fast. 
“S-sol, I’m gonna cum, please can I?” You moaned out around his fingers, and felt his thrusts becoming irregular, not able to keep the pace.
“Cum for me,” he groaned out, and you moaned out his name as you came, his fingers rubbing you all throughout your high. Your cunt clenched around him as you came, causing him to spill inside of you closely after, both hands gripping onto your bruised hips. The moan he let out while filling you was the hottest thing you had ever heard. He gave a few more thrusts before sighing, and slowly pulling his cock out of you. You whimpered at the loss of the full feeling, still trying to get your breathing under control. You felt his cum dripping out of your cunt as you heard him fiddling with his belt buckle. This was where he was going to leave you, right?
“MC, I’ll be right back,” you heard Solomon mutter, swiftly walking out of the room. You felt a pang in your chest as you wondered if maybe he wouldn’t come back, as ridiculous as that sounded. As you began to stand up, he re-entered the room.
“Whoa, whoa, don’t move yet. I need to clean you, love,” He stated, and you felt a warm washcloth gently cleaning around your lower region and thighs. Your heart swelled- he was helping you clean up. You couldn’t help but swoon at how caring and gentle he was being.
“Here, can you sit up for me?” He gently asked, helping you turn over. 
“Y’know Sol, that was the best sex of my life, but you still didn't paralyze me.” you quipped, sitting up as he began to dab the warm washcloth on your collarbone and down your chest. 
“...Yet.” He teased, raising his eyebrows and shooting you a serious look before letting out a light laugh. His smile was so lovely- you wished you could stay in this moment forever. “Also, you flatter me too much,” he added, a hint of red flushing his cheeks as he focused on cleaning you up. 
“Aaaannnddd...there we go. I think I’ve cleaned up my mess.” He announced, setting the washcloth down beside you and pressing a kiss to your forehead. He was being uncharacteristically sweet, but you weren’t complaining.
He picked up whatever clothes you had on the floor and handed them to you, helping you pull your shirt over your head after you clasped on your bra, watching as you pulled your pants on. As soon as you were situated, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. 
As shocked as you were, you embraced him back, gently rubbing his back. His arm pressed on your lower back to push into him, his other hand coming up to cradle the back of your head. 
“I think we should continue this,” he murmured into the top of your head.
“Continue what? Having sex?” You questioned, your face buried in his chest.
“Well, yes, if you want. But I mean....this.This spark between us is worth exploring, don't you think?” He responded, and if you listened hard enough, you could hear the smallest bit of nervousness in his voice.
“Sol....” You trailed off, pulling back from him slightly to look up at his soft gaze. “I would love that.” 
“I’m glad.” He beamed, squeezing you for a moment and then pulling away.
“Now....about that levitation spell,” he began, raising an eyebrow and bringing his hand up to his chin thoughtfully, “in the midst of our fun, we knocked the book off of the desk. Show me what you’ve learned- put the book back on the desk using a levitation spell.” He said, looking at you expectantly.
With a huff of disbelief, you looked at the book, and began to recite the incantation, seeing it gracefully float up onto the desk in your mind, your hand coming up to direct the book. And, right in front of both of your eyes, the book successfully levitated and was placed gently on the desk. You looked at Solomon, expecting him to congratulate you. 
“I always knew my cock worked wonders,” he grinned, arrogance suffocating the air around him. 
You couldn't believe you chose this cocky old man. 
- FIN
authors’ note: this is heavily inspired by Solomons new human world outfit. I saw the quote he had in the announcement for the new lessons and before I knew it the spirit of horny had possessed me and this was being written. 
Total time: 4hrs 33mins
Wordcount: 3782
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Mc: When I die, my tombstone won't say RIP, it'll say VIP.
Solomon: That's because they reserved a special place for you in hell!
Mc: Yep, the motherfucking THRONE BITCH!!
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hinajiki · a month ago
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𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 & 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍 ft. dateables
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includes: obey me! dateables x reader
content warning: 18+ content, humiliation, swearing, mentions of corruption and public sex.
💭: you requested it so, here's part two!!ㅡ hina
PART ONE HERE
MASTERLIST
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"shh, pretty..." solomon grunted in your ear. "you're being too loud, someone will hear us. you wouldn't want that, would you?"
you choked back a moan when he thrusted into you again from behind, shaking your head at his question. your underwear was pushed to the side and you were leaning forward against the couch, barely able to hold yourself up from the pleasure coursing through your veins. it didn't help that he was radiating magical energy that made your skin buzz with life.
"good puppy.." solomon cooed, biting your earlob. "I bet you are enjoying being fucked where anyone could walk in at anytime, hm?"
before you could moan out a response, the door to the side of the common room opened and you gasped, trying to tell solomon to stop but he didn't notice the intruder, pressing your face into the couch.
SIMEON
this poor, poor angel
he has seen some things before, but he was not prepared to see his innocent dove having sexual intercourse with solomon in the common room
he instantly gasps, covering his eyes and turning away from the sinful act
he can't help the warmth that spreads through him and the tightening of his pants
he imagines what it would be like to have you underneath him instead
he quickly rushes out of the room, cheeks ablaze
he knows it's wrong and he prays to the celestial realm that he hasn't overstepped
he is disgusted with himself for thinking such dirty thoughts about you
but you just looked so pretty like that
he will rush to your room at night when he can't get any sleep; your moans plague his mind
he begs for your touch even though he knows it will corrupt his nature and make him a sinner
all he knows is that he needs you
DIAVOLO
when he sees you both, he finds it intriguing
two humans, one of them a powerful sorcerer, freely fucking in the common room where anyone, and any demon, could walk in
he chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest and he watches as you both scramble up to get into a less intimate position
you apologise bashfully and he shakes his head, amused "oh no, don't worry, it's okay."
the next day, you receive an invitation to go to diavolo's castle and once you arrive, you are met with the demon prince on his throne, mirroring the same smirk he had on yesterday
there was no one in the hall and once you stood before him, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you onto his lap, a shocked gasp escaping your lips
"I want to try having public sex with a human, would you help?" he whispered in your ear, nipping at your jaw and smirking against your skin "I couldn't stop thinking about wanting to try it out with you ever since yesterday; seeing you like that... wow, you naughty little thing"
I mean, how could you decline him? getting a chance to fuck a prince on his throne?
you knew you had to oblige
BARBATOS
probably the only respectful one
just leaves the room and closes the door
as a butler of diavolo, he has walked into the prince having sex many times, so this wasn't an unusual sight to see
he probably won't mention it to you, but he knows you had noticed him that day and have been trying to avoid his presence since
when you go to help him cook, he blatently asks "do you like to feel humiliated?"
you blush, trying to deny his words but you just can't get the words out with him looking at you
he pushes you up against the kitchen counter and smiles, standing between your legs, brushing a gloved finger against your cheek
"don't lie to me, it's not very polite, mc. I know you saw me enter the room that day... did you like knowing that I saw you in such a humiliating position? was it your idea to be so exposed?"
I'm sorry diavolo, dinner was very late that night
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devildomsgod · a month ago
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Wanting You
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Solomon x gn!reader
Suggestive(dom!reader); Solomon shows you he wants you in a very particular way...
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"I know you've been fooling around with the demons," Solomon smirks while crossing his arms in front of his chest, "so I invited you over to remind you what human dick feels like."
You're speechless. You've never been more speechless in your life. This was most definitely not what you expected from an "MC! Could you come to my room for a moment?"-text. And this exactly means Solomon sitting on his bed, sheets an unfamiliar silky blue, creasing under his naked form. The only thing shielding his skin from being fully exposed is an equally dark blue robe, which winds like a gleaming halo around his tanned shoulders, flowing down to barely hide his crotch, thin thighs beautifully on sight.
You stare at the man in front of you, jaw probably touching the floor by now. Solomon chuckles while getting up, holding the robe together with his fist.
"I know this may seem... unexpected but I've been wanting you for a long time now, MC," Solomon's words are as smooth as the robe he's wearing, twirling around your mind as he steps closer, sharing his heat with you, "and seeing you with the demons...," his voice somehow becomes even smoother as he leans in and begins to whisper against the skin of your cheek, "really hurts me, you know?"
Your breathing speeds up as you feel the man's lips trail over your skin, impatiently waiting for your response. As his hand softly touches your hip, you snap out of your trance, biting your lip as you gently push Solomon away from you, a subtle smirk on your face.
"But why didn't you say so sooner, Solomon?" you taunt with a small pout.
He's taken back by the sudden shift of control, blinking a few times as you push him towards the bed.
"I've been dying to get my hands on you, baby boy," that nickname gets to him, "but you've been so busy with Asmo, I thought there was no room for me..."
Solomon feels the heavy blush covering his cheekbones, surprised that you knew of their affair that went far beyond a simple pact. Did anyone else know of this?? His overthinking is stopped by your wandering hands, pushing the robe fully from his shoulders. Sure he planned this and thought about it more often than he'd like to admit, but now that it's happening, Solomon feels like a helpless sheep under the spell of your fingertips.
"Th-there's plenty of room for you," Solomon whispers, arching his back so the cloth would slide better off his body. He lets you fully expose him without taking a single piece of fabric off of you, loving how vulnerable it makes him feel.
You humm as your palms flatten over his chest, caressing his warm body sensually. He's gorgeous, and you can't wait to claim him.
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kpop-otome-yandere-here · 5 months ago
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Solomon: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks in the room. Mc: I’m not kissing anyone. *Lucifer walks in* Mc: Okay, I’ll do it. I mean rules are rules.
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devildomsexting · 27 days ago
Dare I ask thou for Solomon and 🦖?
O, I dare
He knows nothing is going to stop you now that you know it’s possible so at least he can be there to try to keep you safe…
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sevendeadlymorons · 5 months ago
Why has nobody requested to rail SOLOMAN. RAIL HIM >:[
OKOK LEMME GIVE THIS A GO
MC Railing Solomon
WARNING: NSFW // Smut
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Knowing if he was originally into the idea or not will always be a mystery to you
But as you stare down at him, his eyes begging for more, you can see how much he’s enjoying himself
At first he wasn’t expecting too much
But as soon as you got started and your fingers traced over his nipples and stomach, he just felt so... submissive towards you
He rolls his head back as you push your way inside his hole, thrusting in and out of him gradually
Your hands find their way to his hair, giving it a sharp tug as you pull him up for a passionate kiss
He guides his hands up your body and wraps himself around your neck, moaning into your ear
He refuses to be fully submissive though, quickly become a brat and attempting to distract you by touching you in your sensitive areas
Pin his arms down to show him who’s in charge tonight and watch his expression change
He’s a particularly hot mess tonight as you fuck into him, your nails digging into his wrists as you move faster the louder his moans get
Loves the feeling of you slamming into him, feeling himself rock at the force and the bed boards close to breaking
The sound of you breathing heavily into his ear as you tell him how bad you want him to cum for you drives him wild and he finds himself instinctively clenching his hole around you
Curls his toes and grips the sheets, letting his tongue hang out as he enjoys how good you’re making him feel
He can’t stop himself from teasing you and dirty talking to you to watch you get flustered while you fuck him so mercilessly
His moans are loud and long, filling the room with the smell of pure sex and desire
Stares you in the eyes throughout most of it, watching your expression change and wanting you to see his expression change too
He’s a marking guy, he wants to be marked by you so he’ll remember who touched him so lewdly the morning after
Leave slap marks, nail marks, bite marks. Anything as long as you’re leaving evidence of your being
Leave them all over his neck, chest and collar bones. He won’t be able to stifle his moans for long as your lips or your hands meet his skin
He doesn’t last long until you can feel his body shake and his dick twitch, his hole clenching around you
Fuck him faster and harder, lean down to litter him in kisses and bite his nipples, make him cry out your name
You push yourself into him a final time, watching as you both cum at the same time, his load dirtying the bed sheets and his face
Once you let go of his wrists, both panting, he’ll pull you down to his face and ask you to clean him up, watching intently as you begin to lap up his cum
You finish and relax onto his chest, not caring about the mess while Solomon rests his hand on your nape, giving you a cheeky kiss on the forehead
He’s smirking at you as he soon falls asleep with you on top of him, the room now silent as all you can hear is his peaceful snores
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comforting the obey me boys pt 2
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pt 1 • pt 3
contains: levi, belphie, diavolo, solomon + gn!reader
wc: .5k | rated g
more fluff, minor hurt major comfort, soft love
a/n: pt 3 coming soon (ppl who reblog are the coolest cats btw)
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➳ levi barely lets you into his room, and the first thing you do when you get in there is launch yourself at him, forcing him to catch you. you let him play all of his favorites, even if it means watching TSL for the billionth time, and you make sure you’re in his space at all times, letting him know, wordlessly, he’s not alone. the two of you let go of other responsibilities for a little while, just hanging out in his room, and while you’re there, you do make him clean it, helping out along the way. even though he complains, it's obvious he feels much better when he can actually see his floor, the lack of clutter helping him relax. you lay with him in his bathtub bed, letting him ramble about whatever piece of media he’s currently invested in, responding verbally at all the right times.
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➳ belphie huddles in the attic, under the blankets, but you force your way in, not letting him isolate himself. you get him to help you make a blanket fort, loading the entire thing with as many pillows as possible, then you lay in the middle of it, fairy lights twinkling above you dimly. it’s safe in there, a space just for the two of you, something he cherishes even if he doesn't voice the feeling. you make yourself the big spoon, covering his body with yours, and just hold him, humming softly. you don’t loosen your grip, even when he cries, shakes, or falls asleep, emotionally exhausted. the steady, warm beat of your heart lulls him to sleep, and he knows you’ll still be there, wrapped around him when he wakes up.
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➳ diavolo needs a break. living up to expectations is stressful, even if he rarely shows it. you make him take a day off and just relax, letting him do recreational activities he doesn't often get to do. you promise barbatos can handle working alone for the day. sometimes, he gets this childlike gleam in his eyes when you’re doing stuff like playing games that makes you wonder if he was forced to grow up too fast. you try not to make a big deal about it, just showing through your actions and words that you’re there for him, showing him with casual touches and reassurances. on his days off, the two of you quickly make it a ritual to curl up by his fireplace under one large blanket, sometimes sleeping, sometimes reading, and sometimes talking.
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➳ solomon is hard to find when he’s upset, you make an effort to figure out his hiding places, systematically searching through them to locate him. once you do, you approach him quietly, just placing yourself next to him, no words needed. he’ll take your hand, sometimes, and you squeeze, letting him squeeze back. once he’s ready to leave, you go with him, giving him a little bit of ego fluffing along the way as you ask him questions about this or that, letting him teach you. he enjoys being knowledgeable so you give him a platform to share it with you, which honestly, isn’t so bad, as you actually retain some of the information. you keep holding hands, and maybe both of your palms are a little sweaty, and maybe neither of you care.
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