#happy birthday shady sorcerer man

[ruewrites]

Birthday Plans

A/N: Alright. Alright. I promise I’m working on requests and chapter 10 of WBT. But I learned Solomon’s birthday is today... And Solodeus birthday smut. That’s it.

AO3

Ship: Solomon/Asmo

Word Count: 1878

Warnings: Smut

Solomon didn’t remember how old he was. Not that it mattered much, time lost its meaning after being alive for so many millenia. He might have forgotten his own birthday if not for-

“There’s my favorite sorcerer!” Ah, Asmodeus. A package hit Solomon’s desk with an audible thump as Asmo plopped down in Solomon’s lap and pecked his lips, “Happy birthday dear.” Long nails ran through his hair and Solomon couldn’t help but let out a sigh. Those nails were always a pleasant experience.

“Thank you Asmodeus,” he smiled, allowing his eyes to close ever so slightly. Asmo was so incredibly warm. What Solomon wouldn’t give to have his warmth constantly about him. Maybe one day, for now he would settle for the tiny moments he had with him. His eyes opened ever so slightly, Asmo’s eyes filled with intrigue.

He felt Asmo’s hands travel from his scalp down to his neck. “Any plans?” he asked, reaching behind himself to grab the package on the desk. Of course Asmo wanted to know what he had planned. Solomon knew his boyfriend, he knew Asmo was expecting him to say something exciting.

With a chuckle, Solomon started to unwrap the package with nimble fingers. The golden letters were what caught his eye first. He traced his finger tips over it before opening the cover. A kiss mark stained the corner of the top page followed by sweeping cursive underneath ‘With all my love.’

He leaned over to peck Asmo’s lips once more, “Well, I have this wonderful book to read now. One I’ve been looking forward to.”

Asmo frowned, “Wait, that’s all you have planned? You’re not going out? Not spending time with friends?”

“I mean, Simeon and Luke went over to help Barbatos with a cake-” He hadn’t been allowed to help. They all said it would be unfair for him to work on his own  birthday cake. Solomon had said he didn’t mind, but they were all so insistent. So he stayed home, knowing they’d stop by later.

Asmo shot up straight with a huff, “Darling it’s your birthday. You could be out clubbing, or exploring ancient ruins, or going on vacation or-”

“Or I could spend it staying in with my magnificent, thoughtful, and gorgeous boyfriend.”

He watched Asmo’s facial expressions contort for a moment. It was funny seeing Asmo caught between wanting to indulge in Solomon’s praise and chewing him out for not making plans to enjoy his birthday. To drive his point home, Solomon nuzzled into him and smirked, “Don’t you want to help me enjoy my day? Being with you, having you by my side all day, I couldn’t imagine anything more wonderful even if I tried. Won’t you indulge me my darling?”

Asmo groaned and leaned into him. “Oh you-” he sighed, “Why must you be like this?” 

Solomon liked staying in, and having a house to himself with his pretty boyfriend surrounded by his books and endless possibilities? Honestly Asmo could disagree all he wanted, but Solomon couldn’t imagine a better way to spend his birthday. Well, people letting him cook would be nice. Maybe one day. He was about to  open up the book once more and offer to make Asmo some tea when he noticed a frilly strap peeking out from Asmo’s sweater. He slid his finger underneath it and tugged it upwards ever so slightly before raising an eyebrow. “This is new, I haven’t seen it before.”

Asmo’s expression quickly changed, a giggle escaped him and he playfully swatted Solomon’s hands away. “You didn’t think that little ol’ book was the only thing I got you, did you?” he purred, readjusting the sleeve of his sweater, “I’m honestly a little disappointed, it was supposed to be a surprise for later.”

Solomon cocked his head, eyes full of intrigue and fingers itching to slip underneath the fabric. If not for Asmo’s ever quick reflexes swatting him away every time he tried, he honestly might have. So instead  he settled for playing with the hem of his sweater, images playing in his mind of what could be underneath. He could feel himself starting to stir. “Later?” he echoed back.

“Later, for when no one else even has the chance of seeing, just a private show for my Solomon,” he smiled, a soft hand coming up to caress his face. Solomon couldn’t help but hold it in place before turning to kiss it.

“We’re all alone now,” he murmured, “They won’t be here for a while. We might not get the chance later.”

Asmo continued to giggle as Solomon kissed up his arm, before he came to his shoulder. The strap was exposed once more, and Solomon caught it in his teeth, glancing up at Asmo with a smirk. Asmo bit his lip and wiggled a bit in his lap, “Oh you do make a convincing point.”

He slid off of Solomon’s lap and put the book back on his desk. Then he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Solomon’s. Solomon didn’t remember standing up, but before he knew it, he was crumpling the pink sweater in his fists, tongue exploring Asmo’s mouth, indulging in the pretty little noises he was making. Asmo knew what Solomon liked, new what got him going. 

“Go make yourself comfortable,” Asmo purred, his lips were puffy and glistening, “Let me put on a show for you.”

Solomon nodded deftly and sat on his bed, watching intently as Asmo sauntered in front of him. Each movement of his hips made Solomon’s pants a little tighter. Asmo was just out of arm's reach as he slowly removed his pants revealing long silky pink socks and black garters. His sweater came down about mid thigh and Solomon swore he’d never seen anything more lovely in his entire life. That was until the sweater came off. Pink and black lingerie. It was frilly and pretty and oh so Asmodeus. Large bow rested just below his chest with a pink gemstone in the center. It covered up all of the right places, but left little to nothing to the imagination. Not that Solomon needed to imagine anything, he’d had plenty of experience with Asmo’s body, but that didn’t stop his breath from hitching when Asmo plopped down between  his legs, cupping the noticeable bulge in his pants.

“Did I do this birthday boy?”  he giggled. He grabbed the zipper, and pulled it down slowly, pulling his pants and underwear down just far enough to release him. Solomon let out a soft groan as Asmo gave him a few experimental strokes. “My, my, so hard already. Don’t worry, I’m gonna take real good care of you,” he smiled, licking the tip ever so slightly, making Solomon’s cock to twitch. 

Solomon loved Asmo’s blow jobs, he was just amazing. Sometimes Asmo would let him grab his hair, other times he'd be forced to hold onto the sheets beneath him for dear life. Asmo always gave attention to the head first, he was slow and methodical in his work. He would take his time making his way down to the hilt, making every inch feel like pure bliss. “Fuck,” he whispered as he felt Asmo tighten around him, tongue working his sweet spots, “Fuck Asmo.” His hips were bucking, fingers on one hand buried deep  in strawberry blonde locks. He was going to cum, and that’s when Asmo popped off.

“You want to?” he smirked, giving the tip a slight peck before nuzzling into the side of Solomon’s thigh. “I’ll let you unwrap me if you’d-” 

A squeak escaped Asmo as Solomon yanked him on top of him, precum smearing against the front of the lingerie. He rummaged underneath his pillow for a moment before presenting Asmo with a small little bottle. What could he say? He was a man of few words. Sometimes. 

“Well, I guess you want to,” he giggled. Slowly he hooked his thumbs inside the waistband of the bottom portion of the lingerie and slowly slid it downwards. Solomon didn’t realize how much he could appreciate thigh highs until that moment. Once Asmo took the bottle from him, he ran his hands up the front of the socks and towards his hips. Oh he had wonderful hips. Then he wandered closer to the back-

“Oh!” Asmo yelped, when Solomon squeezed, “Oh you’re so eager.” As he spoke, he inserted his first finger into himself, and then another, and began to  stretch and prep himself.

“What can I say? I know how to appreciate the good things in life,” Solomon chuckled, watching Asmo’s face at it contorted in pleasure. Soon moans and whimpers started spilling from his lips. Asmo had always been loud. Solomon loved his noises and honestly he thought he’d finish right there, if it hadn’t been for the cold liquid coating his dick and Asmo starting to stroke him. 

When Asmo finally began positioning himself, he winked down at his boyfriend, “Feel free to hold on.”

As if he even needed to say anything. 

No sooner had Asmo sunk down than Solomon was bucking up into him. Asmo whined as he moved up and down, Solomon’s finger tips digging into his hips. Bruises bloomed underneath his grip. He changed his angle slightly and a gasp left Asmo, “Solomon. Please, do whatever you want, you feel so good!”

Their pace picked up, their rhythm became sloppy, Asmo calling out his name more beautiful than anyone else ever could. It was pushing Solomon near the edge.

“I’m going to cum,” he warned. Solomon’s breathing was heavy, a slew of curses leaving his lips until he buried himself deep inside his boyfriend. Asmo squirmed on top of him, wanting more, eyes pleading at the man below him before Solomon reached over to finish him off. It didn’t take long, Asmo had already been close.

With a few strokes Asmo let out a cry, tightened around Solomon, and then collapsed forward into his waiting arms. Solomon peppered him with kisses, relishing in post-orgasmic bliss. If it hadn’t been for The notification from Simeon saying they were heading back home, he would have been content staying like this for the rest of the evening.

“You can wear some of my stuff,” Solomon offered, after he’d cleaned both of them up. While the lingerie had been gorgeous, Solomon wasn’t exactly sure how comfortable it was wearing it around underneath the things Asmo had been wearing. Not to mention, he liked it when Asmo wore his stuff. It was cute.

“You can just ask if you want me to wear your clothes,” Asmo said, “It is your birthday after all, I wouldn’t deny a wish of yours.” With a smirk he slid into a pair of Solomon’s sweatpants.

Oh he had no right to be adorable. 

By the time the others arrived back, the two of them were already curled up on the couch, kissing, and being disgustingly cute. Asmo had been convinced to stay for cake. After all, it was Solomon’s birthday, surely Asmo could enjoy a little cake. They two sat close together, and when no one was looking, Asmo took some of the icing and liked it all too suggestively. Perhaps Solomon would have birthday plans for the evening after all.

[girlucifer]

ok fuck it SDV x OM! headcanons [heads up - it gets super long because i'm insane]

*mayor diavolo: he has been mayor of this sleepy little town that never seems to age. while the townspeople love and respect him, deep into the night, through the forest and over the sparkling late that shimmers with moonlight- shady deals are done in the dark, his eyes glinting, their hands shaking. the townspeople don't need to know the things he does to ensure them their happy forever after down in their village- they can remain blissfully ignorant for the rest of time :)

*shopkeeper simeon with his young nephew luke: the two moved relatively recently here, simeon being an experienced businessman but having hated the corporate scene in his home city. he moved to the valley in hopes to show luke the inherent good nature of people rather than the relentless greed they were so used to. luke helps simeon forage for items to sell- the two take morning walks through the forest to find mushrooms and berries <3

*councilmen barbatos and lucifer: the two work besides mayor diavolo, undergoing more of the mundane work that comes with running a small town- the local economy, collecting taxes, allocating funds to the various businesses, repairing infrastructure around the town... they highly suspect something is going on with the mayor- something they might not like. funds seem to disappear overnight, shady men come to his office to talk, his smile and abrupt change in topic whenever they try to bring up questions about that old community center... hmm...

*sorcerer solomon: living in the woods on the outskirts of the small town, in a rotting tower with vines curled against its stoned walls, poisonous flowers, alluring yet deadly, coiling through the dark leaves- the sorcerer lives alone, studying tomes of ancient histories and mixing elaborate elixirs- all for the town's sake, for its protection. he's grown close to the odd little town, finding a sense of home there, as he'd never really settled down anywhere else in the thousands of years he's lived on his world. he sees the goodness in their hearts, the joy they spread, and the love they give so freely- and wants to preserve it forever.

*mammon, joja associate: he thought he'd be doing himself and everyone around him a favor by moving to a small village where he could completely start over [perhaps on the lam from heated debt collectors hmm...] but instead he's stuck in a dead-end job, stocking shelves for a man who eats away at 80% of his paycheck. he spends day in and day out at joja, never really making any true connections with the townspeople- it's always just been working to make enough money to survive- yet it never was enough.

*satan, the librarian and shut-in leviathan: satan has been one of the first villagers in the small town, renovating the old dusty antique store into a modern library that still retains that classic aesthetic that fits the town so well. satan likes to travel to the city on weekends to bring back rare books to the town for the residents. a few years ago, he found it difficult to pay for the upkeep for the place- then he noticed there's an unused room that he's only ever used for storage... he now leases the room to the shut-in leviathan, a mysterious young man who seems to never leave his room... satan can only wonder what goes on in that small windowless room in the back of the library. little did he know leviathan is a super famous v-tuber LMAO

*asmodeus, the stylist: naturally this small town needed a classic vintage hair salon, complete with cute mani-pedi stations and a charismatic owner who seemed to be friends with everyone in the small town. people would come to his joint, feeling iffy on anything- but somehow, asmodeus would find the exact way to make their day- the perfect color for their nails or a new hairstyle- he just seemed to know just what they needed! and yet- while everyone loves him, there's always been rumors on how he's so utterly beautiful, inside and out- some say he's struck a deal with a devil for eternal beauty, some say the wizard on the outskirts of town fell in love with him, keeping him young just for him- whatever it is, asmodeus always laughs at their silly stories, flattered with the attention.

*beelzebub and belphegor, the wonder twins: the two were childhood best friends living together, finding a lot of similarities within each other that they referred to themselves as long-lost twins- same birthday, same eye color, same favorite foods and shows--- the two, bouncing from foster home to foster home, were always together, never without. the two promised they'd make it out of the helltown they've lived all their lives, wanting to leave the past far behind in the rearview mirror- as soon as they turned eighteen, they took a roadtrip across the country with the money they saved for nearly a decade- sleeping in musty motels and cheap inns- until they took a rest stop in a sleepy village and fell in love with how the sun shone brighter and the breeze seemed to sing their names. they settled down in the valley because in the end- where never mattered, it was always the two against the world!

[chaoswillfallrpg]

LAUREL LINWOOD is TWENTY-EIGHT YEARS OLD and an ESCORT at FAIR FARIBAULT’S in KNOCKTURN ALLEY and a BARMAID at THE FOUNTAIN OF FAIR FORTUNE in HORIZONT ALLEY. She looks remarkably like SAMARA WEAVING and considers herself aligned with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX. She is currently TAKEN.

→ OVERVIEW:

tw: death

The coolest girl in any room, Laurel Linwood is a living legend. A beautiful blonde who doesn’t take life too seriously, Laurel’s motto in life is to have fun and look good doing it. Born in Barnet, Laurel was raised by her mother CHRISSIE LINWOOD and grandmother AILEEN, in a weird and wonderful boarding house. The middle of the Linwood sisters, Laurel was the tear away child never without a comment, sassy joke or a cheeky grin on her face. Outcasts in their local community due to their bohemian lifestyle, Chrissie was a former actress who had never quite made into anything most people had seen and made her living running a business without a man. The odd comments and stares their family received didn’t bother the Linwood women. Laurel loved Linwood Lodge and wouldn’t have changed her upbringing for all the money or normality in the world. Their house had a carousel of people who came and went as they pleased. Circus performers who did tricks in the garden, magicians who pulled flags from their arms, aspiring rockstars who wrote them songs and strum their guitars all called Linwood Lodge home for a time. The girls were encouraged to keep away from the guests as not to bother them, but Laurel never paid much attention to things that prevented her from having fun. Most guests were always happy to tell the girls how they had washed up at the boarding house and Laurel can recall very few who stayed in their rooms. It was the strange environment of Linwood Lodge that had attracted Laurel’s father to stay the first time he met her mother, whisking her away to a life as an actress amongst a circle of select viewership. 

Laurel’s mother never used his name and her grandmother simply referred to him as ‘that man’ or ‘the mistake’ which left a lot to the imagination and allowed Laurel and MAREN to fill in the gaps. Their made-up narratives about their father were amusing but her curiosity in him didn’t really spark until strange things began happening to her. When Laurel was around seven her mother was called into her primary school with complaints. Children who bullied her would be pelted by floating chalkboard rubbers or their lunchboxes would empty themselves into the bin like magic. Teachers accused her of picking up strange tricks from the characters they hosted at the boarding house, which her mother seemed happy to agree to even though they both knew that wasn’t what was happening. Her mother didn’t seem shocked when her teachers told her what had happened, taking Laurel home and giving her a lecture on exercising control. Confused her mind began to wander, wondering if she was a strange creature like the ones she’d read about in books and watched on tv and if somewhere amongst all of this her father lied at the centre. When Laurel neared her eleventh birthday, Adairia sat her down and revealed to her the true nature of her gifts. The Linwood girls were witches, whose magic had reappeared in their bloodline with their birth. The revelation cast doubt on her theories about her special dad but otherwise filled her with excitement. Over the next few weeks Laurel waited patiently for her letter from Hogwarts, intercepting it in the garden when it arrived away from the prying eyes of her younger sister.

Sorted into Gryffindor, Laurel quickly made a name for herself as a large personality, dressed in fitted denim and a stack of records under her arm. Whilst people in her year like PATRICIA RAKEPICK became famous for pulling pranks, Laurel was known for her parties. A Beater for the Quidditch team with her best friend TRYSTAN WARRINGTON, Laurel loved cranking the music up loud on her record player after a Gryffindor win and seeing how many people she could cram into the common room without PROFESSOR MINERVA MCGONAGALL finding out and having a set of kittens. It was at one of these social soirées she got to know someone who would become a firm fixture in her life. NATAN DIGGORY was from a famous wizarding family and a chaser for the Hufflepuff team Laurel believed was incredibly full of himself. Natan’s belief he was the coolest guy in school began harmless teasing between the pair and set the foundations for a very close relationship the two would come to share. Equally as confident as Laurel, the pair spent their days laughing in the corridor and cracking jokes on the field with Trystan, forming an unreliable trio that was instantly recognisable to anyone in their year. Laurel loved her boys more than anything. Natan was her soulmate, her partner in crime and resident ball of fun, whilst Trystan always had her back and was ready to fight the good fight with anyone who got in their way. The trio were unapologetically themselves and whilst that made them friends in the form of ARTHUR WEASLEY and JENNIFER VANE who loved their carefree attitude, it also made them enemies. 

ANYA ROOKWOOD, quickly became Laurel’s nemesis. A prim princess with a chip on her shoulder because she was a Half-Blood, Laurel assumed the reason Anya hated her so much because she wore her Muggle-Born colours on her sleeve with pride. When Maren joined Hogwarts a few years later it became clear she was heading for a similar route through school both Laurel and Adaria had. A beautiful singer and a kind soul, Maren quickly attracted bullying from a number of Pure-Blood students including VIOLET BULSTRODE and twins VICTOR and ELENAOR YAXLEY. Although the students were three years her junior, Laurel had no problem hexing them, berating them and receiving a number of detentions because of it with her fellow social justice bestie CONSTANCE SONG. Their work at Hogwarts defending the downtrodden sparked a dream in Laurel to become an auror, quickly enrolling in the progs,me after after graduation before being forced to pull out as disaster struck their family. Chrissie was dying. She had kept it to herself, calling her girls to her bedside in her last few weeks of life before she passed away. Laurel in particular was annoyed with her mother. Not only had she kept her illness to herself, Chrissie and their grandma had kept a mountain of debts they couldn’t pay to themselves leaving Laurel and Adairia lost on how to fix the problem. Whilst Laurel stayed at home to care for their grandmother and run Linwood Lodge, Adaria took off to find work that might help cover the debt, sending money whenever she could before returning fully a year later richer than Laurel could have imagined. 

Laurel was stunned. At first she was suspicious of her sister until Adaria admitted to escorting in the city, a reasonable explanation in Laurel’s eyes for how she had made that much money. Selling up Linwood Lodge, the sister’s paid off their mother’s debt and put a downpayment on The Fountain of Fair Fortune pub in Horizont Alley. Laurel still had her own dreams but The Fair Fortune was her fun. When Maren left school The Fountain of Fair Fortune became a true family business and with a little refurbishing, Maren’s talent for singing and Laurel’s for organising specialist nights the pub and boarding house became one of the busiest spots in town to get away and have fun. It quickly became apparent to Laurel that although it was a popular spot for fun, it also proved great for secret meetings. Around the time MARY MACDONALD began working at The Fair Fortune that Laurel noticed something was up. During her shift she would notice the sorcerer take the occasional shady break with Maren, huddled in a corner with SIRIUS BLACK, JAMES POTTER and MARLENE MCKINNON as they all spoke too loudly and took turns looking at Laurel and Adaira before shushing one another. A month in, Laurel grew tired of the secrecy and cornered Maren and Mary demanding answers. With all the rising deaths and disappearances happening in the city Laurel wasn’t surprised there was something going on behind the scenes to try and stop it, but what she was met with she couldn’t have conceived in her wildest dreams. 

An underground group run by their old headmaster ALBUS DUMBLEDORE was so wild it could be true and after chatting about it with Adairia, the two demanded Mary and Maren take them to ALASTOR MOODY. Offering up the room above their pub as the headquarters the sisters joined the ranks of The Order. Though other members of the group have more training than she does, Laurel is always the first to stick her hand up and offer to undergo dangerous tasks in the hopes it will provide the team with information. Recently, Laurel has found her working as an escort for Fair Faribaults escort agency attempting to gain information from the people working there and the owners GEORGINE FARIBAULT and her sister’s friend RICHARD ELLINGTON to find out if the evil underground group is making a play to seduce the creature community. As a ¼ veela on her mother’s side, thanks to information she recently learned from her older sister, Laurel is the perfect candidate to pull in clients has been working covertly to become their top earner in the hopes of joining their inner circle. Though he was just a job at first, Natan’s brother AMOS DIGGORY has become somewhat of a regular for her. Although Amos started out as just a job for Laurel the more she gets to know him the fonder she grows of him. Only her sisters know how long she has harboured feelings for Amos’ younger brother Natan but after his engagement to GIVA PATIL was announced Amos has been the perfect secret distraction and perhaps an antidote for her heartbreak.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

Blood Status → Half-Blood Muggle-Born/¼ Veela

Pronouns → She/Her

Identification → Cis Female

Sexuality  → Up to Roleplayer

Relationship Status → Single

Previous Education →  Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Gryffindor)

Societies → Sorcerers for Equality 

Family → Adaria Linwood (sister), Maren Linwood (sister), Victor Yaxley (unknown half-brother/adversary), Eleanor Yaxley (unknown half-sister/adversary), Corban Yaxley (unknown uncle)

Connections  → Constance Song (best friend/colleague), Natan Diggory (best friend/object of affection), Trystan Warrington (best friend), Arthur Weasley (close friend), Florence Jones (close friend), Jennifer Vane (close friend), Mafalda Hopkirk (close friend), Daisy Hookum (close friend), Claudette Delacour (close friend), Laurent Dane (close friend/colleague), Olivia Hailsham (close friend/colleague), Patricia Rakepick (friend), Mary MacDonald (friend/colleague), Amos Diggory (client/potential love interest), Georgine Faribault (boss/target), Richard Ellington (boss/target), Giva Patil (rival), Anya Rookwood (adversary), Violet Bulstrode (adversary)

Future Information → N/A

LAUREL LINWOOD IS A LEVEL 7 WITCH/VEELA.