#solodeus x reader

[distressed-devilsitter]

Apart

In which the brothers realize you're missing, and the events that follow. A prequel of sorts to Nightbringer.

Warnings: angst, gore, and minimal proofreading. Mild spoilers for Obey Me! Nightbringer. Implied Solodeus x Reader. As always, minors DNI. 🔞

Mammon

Mammon notices first. Your absence is an immediate, gaping void in his chest.

It feels like snipped string - a clean break. One moment, you're there, and the next...

Mammon's first instinct is to reach out with his pact - and when he's met with a cold, empty abyss, he panics.

Mammon's second instinct is to call Lucifer. The eldest is, after all, one of the most powerful demons in existence.

But there's nothing. No physical evidence, no trace of magic. It's like you vanished.

Mammon organizes search parties. He spents weeks trudging through the devildom (even the areas no human could survive) looking for you.

But, as the days wear on, it becomes clear that you're gone. Possibly for good.

Mammon tries to fill the void with whatever he can - money, gambling: his usual vices. But nothing can replace you.

In the early hours of the morning, when the house is still and the moon has barely crested the horizon, he sneaks into your room. He wraps himself in your sheets and clings to your fading scent.

Mammon never gives up on you. He 100% believes that it's only a matter of time before you return.

Until then, he's waiting. He'll always wait for you.

Leviathan

Levi is the second brother to notice your absence.

His anxiety spikes. Your disapperance is marked by this quiet feeling of unease. Of inherent wrong.

Levi's first reaction is to call you. And when his call goes to voicemail not once or twice, but ten times, he spirals.

While Mammon covers dark, wooded forests and cloud-filled skies, Leviathan find his way to the ocean.

Beaches - especially the ones located in the farthest reaches of the devildom - are dangerous for humans. They're filled with ancient horrors: things with far too many eyes and too many teeth.

Being here brings back memories of the celestial war. But, he'll brave them. For you.

And when it becomes clear that you're not coming back? That you may never return?

Leviathan isolates himself. He's made great progress over the years - joining his brothers on excursions into town, venturing into the foyer when guests visit - but he regresses when you're gone.

He spends most of his days gaming. His brothers rarely see him, even for meals.

His figurines are gathering dust. The newest issues of TSL sits on his desk, unopened.

Without you, Leviathan becomes a ghost of his former self - just another specter that roams the house of lamentation.

Satan

Asmodeus once said that if the Avatar of Wrath became truly angry, the world would end. It's a chilling thought - that the wrath he displays isn't full extent of his power.

When you disappear, Satan is waiting for you at the library. It's a calm day - students in red and black uniforms drag feathered quills over curled parchment, while the librarian tends to his stack of books.

Then, someone whispers, and a book slams shut -

And that's all it takes to set him off.

The Avatar of Wrath succumbs to a rage he hasn't felt since the earliest days of his existance. His anger burns - and he takes it out on those around him.

There's blood under his nails and dust on his clothes. And Satan, like some lesser demon, revels in the destruction. He pulls himself from the wreckage and stalks towards the town.

He tears down forests. He razes cities. His reach is endless and his wrath, unending.

It takes Lucifer, Barbatos, and Diavolo to capture him.

While you're gone, Satan is under house arrest.

Everyday, he loses more of himself to his sin - and eventually, his brothers wonder if there's anything left of him at all.

Asmodeus

It's Asmo who bullys pursuades Solomon to follow you into the past.

Now two of the most important people in his life are gone.

In public, Asmo pretends like nothing has happened. He attends classes, hosts livestreams, and holds several Asmo gatherings per week.

In private? He's a wreck.

Asmo has lost the two people whom he values the most - the humans who know that Asmo is both deeply insecure and intrinsically flawed - but choose to love him anyway.

Asmo spends much of his time at the Fall. He loses himself to sharp taste of demonus on his tounge and the heavy, repetitive music. Hands reach out to grab him, and the avatar reaches back.

In the morning, Asmodeus wakes up in an unfamiliar room next to a stranger. They have the shape of your face and the same color hair.

Quietly, Asmodeus gathers his things and leaves. His makeup is smudged and he feels volatile- like a supernova before it implodes.

Beelzebub & Belphegor

It's Beel who finds your D.D.D. in an alleyway way. The screen is cracked and he smells blood.

From there, the twins have vastly different responses:

To cope with your absence, Belphie sleeps.

The avatar prefers his dreams to reality. Nestled in the soft embrace of sleep, he sees you again.

He tells you everything. How he cares. That he misses you. That he's sorry.

Beel, on the other hand, can't sleep.

He also dreams of you: sometimes, they start out normally. Maybe it's movie night at the HoL, maybe he's on a picnic. But they always end the same: you, broken and bloody, at his feet.

He awakes with a start. Normally, after a nightmare, he'd seek you out. But you're not there. Instead, Beel clings to his twin and cries.

For once, Beel loses his appetite. Food doesn't taste as good when you're not around.

If When you return, he'll treat you to all your favorite foods. Just come back soon. Please?

Lucifer

Father must be laughing at him. No matter how hard he tries, his family keeps falling apart.

Out of all his brothers, Lucifer has the hardest time adjusting. Everything reminds him of you - the unopened bags of acidic coffee in the cabinets, the poison apples you'd bring to his study.

At night, he pours two glasses of demonus. (It's an old habit, from the days when you sought comfort at his side. He'd open one of his finest bottles and listen to you troubles). Still, he's loathe to let a good spirit go to waste. He drinks both, and toasts to your memory.

EDIT: I am a fool who forgot the taglist. 🫣

@simpinginthecorner @dreamingaboutyousworld @celyn-12 @iwanttodieplz @solomonslostsock @silveredwood

[devildom-moss]

May poll story

NSFW - Asmodeus x Solomon x MC

(Asmodeus x Solomon x gn!MC)

(NSFW) (switchy overall but slightly sub!Solomon) (poly/threesome) (no penetration; oral - receiving; handjob - Asmo giving Solomon; dry humping; so much kissing; light praise; bondage; facial; cum eating; photos; lots of teasing; marking/hickeys; "master" for Solomon by Asmo; voyeurism; no reader/MC sex organs specified)

Word Count: +4,400

Asmo was hosting an intimate Asmo Night with his two favorite humans. Some nights, he simply wanted a bit of attention from you both – affection from two people he knew adored him for who he was. Fans were nice, but he wanted to be around someone he had feelings for, and in your case, his love was so intense it almost matched his love for himself. A relaxing sleepover with you and Solomon seemed like the perfect way to get his fill of adoration.

As usual, Asmo was a wonderful host, preparing games, activities, and an abundance of snacks – although the latter was planned, in part, to dissuade Solomon from attempting to cook. If Solomon had brought homemade food, that would have ruined the entire night.

With a long night ahead of you, Asmo sipped his Demonus slowly, fearing intoxication; there would be other nights to get drunk around either of you, but tonight, he wanted to feel in control of everything – to savor every word, look, and sensation that he eagerly anticipated. Asmo wanted to remember the way Solomon’s eyes darted between his body and yours as the two of you danced to music he had put on – the way his gaze felt hungry like some vicious predator in that moment and how Solomon had smothered his desire as the song came to an end, trying not to initiate something so early in the night. He wanted to fully enjoy the warmth of your lips on his neck when you lost the card game that Solomon insisted be made a little more interesting by turning it into a punishment game – no doubt hoping luck would be on his side tonight, especially with Barbatos not in attendance. You were all too happy to agree to Asmo’s – slightly restrained – punishment. All he wanted was for you to leave a hickey on him in a place where everyone would see it. Out of all the things Asmo could have asked for, that almost seemed innocent. Asmo wanted to engrave the praise you and Solomon gave him when he put on an impromptu fashion show. Your words were honey-sweet, pooling on your tongues so enticingly that he could hardly resist kissing both of you and tasting the words in his mouth.

Later in the night, Asmo stretched, letting out a soft little moan, and got up. “I was thinking – maybe we could all take a nice long bath together, hmm~? My bath is big enough for all of us. What do you think?”

Solomon scoffed and shook his head, seeing right through Asmo’s offer. “No thanks. You just want to get us both naked.”

“Well, of course, hun. Can’t blame a demon for trying, can you~?” Asmo winked. “What about you, MC?”

“You’re really going to leave me all alone in your room? That’s hardly good hosting etiquette.” Solomon cocked his head to the side, as if it was a veiled threat. “Besides, if you two bathe alone together, who knows how long you’ll be in there.”

“Ugh, Solomon! You’re such a meanie!” Asmo huffed. “You won’t let me get a good look at that body of yours, and now you want to keep MC all to yourself.”

“By all means,” Solomon shrugged, “leave me to my own devices – unsupervised in your room. Or maybe I’ll go prepare a snack while you two add unnecessary steps to getting clean.”

“I wouldn’t dream of leaving you alone, Solomon!” you interjected quickly. He knew his cooking was universally considered a weapon, didn’t he? You’d never put it in such harsh words – but he had to understand that, right? “Besides, you’ll only get into trouble if you’re on your own for too long.”

Asmo caught your eyes, silently thanking you for sparing him – and everyone else in the House of Lamentation for that matter. “Anyway~ I’ll be back. Behave, you two.”

As Asmo made a hasty escape, Solomon smirked at you. “You don’t really think I’m so troublesome that I can’t be left alone, do you?”

It was clear to him that you had lied; after all, he knew his adorable apprentice inside and out. There was little that you could hide from him, but his self-confidence and desire wiped Solomon’s memory of his threat of extra-strength food poisoning; the only reason you wanted to stay with him that remained was because you were hoping for some alone time together. Solomon got up from Asmo’s hanging chair and walked over to you.

“Are you not troublesome?” you teased, inching over on the edge of the bed so Solomon could sit next to you.

Solomon chuckled, shook his head, and put one knee up on the bed next to your thigh. “Would you like me to be?”

“Meaning?” You gave Solomon a confused look, but as he straddled your lap and extended his arms behind your head, you knew exactly what he meant. Your eyes unintentionally darted towards Asmo’s bathroom door, worried that he would suddenly return.

“Fool around with me,” Solomon got closer and whispered in your ear, bringing your attention back to him.

“I don’t know, Sol.” It seemed mean to Asmo: making out – or more – with someone else in his bed while he was busy, especially on an Asmo night. If he walked in, saw that, and realized he wasn’t included, you thought, “Asmo might get pouty.”

Solomon’s low, gentle laugh rang in your ear before he began to kiss down your neck. “He’ll like it, trust me.”

Each kiss was slow and deliberate, aiming to leave his mark on you. Perhaps Solomon needed a way to remedy his jealousy from when you gave Asmo a hickey earlier – or perhaps he was simply overcome by his underlying desire to mark you as his own. Either way, Solomon continued to suck and nip down your skin until he was satisfied with his work. His hot breath, saliva, and the sweet moans that escaped his lips as he squirmed in your lap sent shivers up your spine. By the time he pulled away, your heart was racing.

“Oh!” Solomon grinned, took his wand out from his back pocket, and gave it a quick wave. You furrowed your brows; Solomon replaced his wand just as quickly as he had pulled it out. He brought his finger up to his lips and whispered, “had to cast a secret spell.”

“And you wonder why people think you’re shady? What did you do?” you laughed.

“I cast a spell to warm up Asmo’s towels for when he’s done with his bath.” Your heart melted immediately – only to feel jolted as Solomon added, “now, where were we?”

Solomon took advantage of the quickly-fading charm of his sweetness to push you on your back with a grin on his face. He leaned down close but hesitated slightly – waiting for any sign of resistance. “Please” formed silently on his lips, grazing yours in a chaste kiss, touching you lightly like a devotee may trace the outlines of an altar. You were sacred to Solomon; in all his years, he had never met another creature he regarded as so holy. No demon nor angel could have his worship like this. Every prayer that fell from Solomon’s lips was an act of love and devotion. Across all three realms, only you had given Solomon something worthy of divine adoration.

He could only hope that his reverence would translate, transcribed on your hallowed body with his lips and tongue. Solomon’s kisses grew deeper and more desperate, as if he was starved of your affection and intended to gorge himself on whatever love you offered. Nothing could come between him and his communion – not even the demon standing in the doorframe to the bathroom.

Kisses trailed down your neck as Solomon’s hand made its way under the hem of your shirt, teasing your bare skin with his fingertips. When he had buried himself in the crook of your neck, you could tell from his eagerness and attention to one particular area that he intended to mark you. Your brows knit together, but the ecstasy of Solomon’s lips was interrupted by the gentle biting feeling of someone else’s eyes on you, so you turned your gaze to the bathroom door.

Asmo’s eyes were half-lidded, and a seductive smirk sat on his face when he finally caught your eye. He held your gaze intently, as if determined to pull your attention away from Solomon for as long as he could. Only when Solomon panted hotly against your neck and softly, slowly dragged his nails along your stomach so lightly that your skin was as unaffected as a brilliant sapphire brushed over by a raven’s feather, causing you to shiver and gasp, did Asmo feel a compelling tinge of jealousy. His smile dropped, briefly slipping into a pout, before he resolved himself and strutted towards the two precious humans playing around in his bed.

Solomon felt Asmo’s presence, but he refused to acknowledge him until Asmo ran a lovely hand up Solomon’s back with an amused hum. “Just how far were you planning to go in my bed?”

“As far as I could,” Solomon admitted with a chuckle, sitting up and pressing his back against Asmo’s hand. “Problem?”

“May~be~” Asmo sang sweetly. “Depends on whose cute little idea this was. MC?”

“Solomon said you’d like it,” you blurted out under the scrutiny of Asmo’s honey-sweet tone. Solomon feigned offense and got off you so he could get a better look at Asmo, who was standing in a lovely pink silk robe decorated with red spider lilies and blood spatter, along with a matching bonnet.

“Betraying your own teacher?” Asmo hummed. “That’s my MC.”

“Yours?” Solomon scoffed and playfully added, “that mark on their neck isn’t your handiwork.”

You could feel the tension building in the room as Asmo’s affectionate stare turned from you towards Solomon with an inhuman wickedness – devious and sexy in a way that caused Solomon to shiver excitedly. Asmo cooed, “oh, poor Solomon. An appetizer sits in the stomach all the same, doesn’t it? I think MC’s had their fill of you, darling. I’m so gorgeous, I’m obviously the main course and dessert; isn’t that right, MC?”

The sense that Solomon and Asmo were trying to stake their claim on you was muddied by the seductive overtones and lustful stares they offered each other. Solomon was about to sit up and pull Asmo into a forceful, dominating kiss when Asmo snapped his fingers. The vines of roses that adorned Asmo’s bed shot out and quickly restrained Solomon, pulling him back towards the headboard.

At first, Solomon chuckled and weakly tugged against the vines, putting on a show of struggling. When he did, he felt the vines wind around him more – stronger than before. Solomon looked surprised and tried a low-level unbinding spell to loosen the restraints, but it only backfired. The vines moved further up his arms, and one slipped around his waist. Solomon could feel faint traces of his own magic imbued in the vines now, causing the roses to glow a soft pink. Panic flashed in his eyes briefly as he realized what Asmo had done, but it dissolved into amusement and arousal.

“Lucifer has some very interesting books on how to deal with powerful sorcerers,” Asmo giggled at Solomon. “You can struggle, but that will only make it worse. Only the caster can undo the spell.”

“Asmo!” You sat up in protest. That seemed a bit excessive. However, your concern for Solomon melted when he met your eyes with a soft smile.

“It’s fine,” he reassured you.

“Besides,” Asmo interjected, gently turning your head back to face him, “if he was against it, he’d use his pact on me and be free right away. Trust me.”

You did; you trusted them both, and so when Asmo slowly pushed you back down on the bed, you let him. His charm didn’t work on you the way it did with others, but it was so easy to allow yourself to slip under Asmo’s seductive spell. He was so lovely as he pushed your shirt up and slowly kissed down your stomach, brushing his lips over the places Solomon’s fingers had dared to touch. Solomon may have tried to claim you first tonight, but Asmo was determined to overwrite every bit of Solomon’s seduction until the only man you could think of was him; he was the Avatar of Lust, after all. Asmo was programmed to make you come undone at his hands.

Every kiss and puff of air that left Asmo made you tremble and shiver until your hand found his bedsheets and bunched the soft threads against your palm. He heard your movements and giggled, lifting his head slightly and staring up at you seductively. Your body continued to shake under his gaze despite the momentary relief from the pleasure of his lips on your skin. He sat up, removed his bonnet, and chucked it to the floor. Asmo gently loosened your tight grip around his sheets and held your hand briefly before bringing it up to his lips, leaving a lingering, sensual kiss on the tops of your fingers. Slowly, Asmo moved your hand up to his slightly damp hair and guided your hand into a ball until you were gripping it. “Be as rough or as gentle as you need.”

Asmo lowered himself back down to your body until his hair tickled your bare skin, leaving small pools of water where his hair touched you or where droplets fell. The cool sensation of drying water was juxtaposed with Asmo’s hot mouth as his kisses got slower, sloppier, and sexier. He kissed you like he was devouring a dessert with all the lewd sexiness of an adult streamer. The intimacy of it felt overwhelming. Each motion was a clear sign of affectionate dedication. Asmodeus, Avatar of Lust, would go to war for your pleasure and make all forms of perverse, depraved, and beautiful love for your safety. His entire world was you and Solomon in his bed right now, and nothing short of the catastrophic end of all three realms would dare interrupt his blissful peace.

His delicate and thoughtful touches convinced you that Asmo had every intention of unraveling you with his mouth. Even Solomon could sense it as he watched on in amusement. You began to feel self-conscious and needy. Choosing to attempt a diversion, you whined and squirmed away from Asmo’s touch, but he only followed your movements with intensified desire. He knew you were loving this, and if you wanted to pause, you’d have to muster up all your strength and use your words. Whimpering his name, you interrupted his ceremonious flood of devotion. “Asmo, please, wait. I should be spoiling you.”

“Nonsense,” Asmo chuckled, licking a long stripe up your stomach before continuing, “letting me turn you on is spoiling me.”

 Asmo pecked your lips lovingly, staring at you with overflowing adoration as he pulled away. It was almost unbearable. He pulled at every defense, like loosening the soft, satin ribbon of a corset, determined to undo your strength and set you at ease. With a heated smirk, Asmo looked up at you from between your thighs. Your clothes were disheveled – pants pulled unevenly around your hips, shirt pushed up to your chest, underwear peeking out over your pants, yet still exposing part of your ass. The only way you could look sexier, Asmo thought, was if he could get you out of those clothes, but he was far too eager and would settle for getting you out of your underwear.

Maintaining eye contact, Asmo slid your pants further down, and you lifted your legs to help him. They were tossed across the room as far as Asmo could manage while he was still fixated on you. He bent down to kiss your bare thigh, tickling you with his breath as he giggled. Mischievous as ever, Asmo quickly swiped his tongue over the wet spot on your underwear. The whimper he pulled from your lips delighted his ears.

“I love you,” Asmo whispered, leaning down to kiss your inner thigh once more. The tenderness in his voice melted your thoughts and stalled your tongue so that his declaration went unanswered – not that Asmo needed a reply when he pulled back and looked at you splayed beneath him. If this was not an act of love between you, then love must be more myth than reality.

Your underwear was discarded on the bed next to Solomon’s thigh – Asmo’s subtle attempt to tease him: leaving your damp underwear in his line of sight, just out of reach. Solomon tugged against his restraints with an annoyed sigh only for the vines to snap right back into place.

In a gentle display of strength, Asmo lifted you and repositioned your body so that you were laying with your head at the foot of the bed. On his knees, he looked down at you again. If only you were wearing my shirt, too, he thought. When Asmo bent down to kiss your inner thighs, Solomon was graced with the sight of Asmo’s gorgeous ass – a show that Asmo was well aware he was putting on, evidenced by the subtle roll of his hips as he moaned against your skin. If he wasn’t doing it on purpose, then he was too sexual for his own good.

The feeling of soft lips, hot breath, and vibrating moans melted every thought in your mind, and just seconds before a plea for more escaped your lips, Asmo pulled away. You whimpered, making an almost pathetic sound. Asmo giggled, thrilled by your cute desperation. “Ready for more, luv?”

“Mhmm.” You looked down at him, catching his burning gaze. He was loving this. In your periphery, you caught a glimpse of Solomon staring at you just as intensely. His cheeks flushed bright pink from the sound of your voice alone, but even the obscured sight of you on your back, waiting for Asmo’s next move so eagerly and obediently, had him throbbing in his pants.

“Good,” Asmo sighed in relief. “I can’t wait anymore.”

Asmo sunk down further than before, kissing you quickly before giving you a gentle lick. You gasped, and he rewarded you by sticking out his tongue, wet with saliva, and leaving it against you for a few seconds as he giggled, allowing you to simply feel the warm slick of his mouth.

Lust – as a pure essence – seeped from Asmo’s tongue. How else could you explain the aphrodisiacal effects he had on your body? It appeared effortless for him to leave you squirming and rolling your hips up against his mouth. Those lovely lips made a mess of you. Loud, needy moans that humiliated all who heard them served as proof of the sexual expertise of the demon between your legs. Your mind clouded. Your breath shortened. Your head lolled back.

You were being so perfect and pretty for Asmo that he couldn’t hold his own need back. His hips lowered just enough so he could leisurely grind against his bed, compounding his pleasure as he continued to taste and tease you. Asmo’s own moans reverberated against you and played as a beautiful accompaniment to your own that drove Solomon wild. Sexually intoxicating you was Asmo’s sole focus – entirely undisturbed until a soft groan from Solomon caught his ear – the sort that indicated a shameful degree of frustration that only made Asmo pull away from you slightly with a giggle. You whined.

“Poor thing,” Asmo cooed quietly, and, for a second, you weren’t sure whether he was talking about you or Solomon. “Should we give Solomon a bit of attention, too, MC?”

As much as you wanted Asmo to keep going, the opportunity to expand your circle of unearthly pleasure excited you – and you knew Asmo would never leave you unsatisfied. Head still hazy, you offered a slow nod as you shakily sat up. Asmo saw your unsteadiness and rose to meet you; a stabilizing hand found the back of your neck as he leaned in to kiss you affectionately. Your taste lingered on his tongue, shared with you through a deepening kiss that was cut cruelly short, the ache of which was only soothed by the adoration in Asmo’s eyes as he stared back at your bliss-stained face.

“My love is too beautiful.” Asmo cupped your cheek and ran his thumb along your lips before prompting your mouth open with it, “and so good, too.”

You bit down on him gently, earning a delighted laugh.

“Fuck,” Solomon sighed, growing impatient and eager for attention. The sight of you and Asmo flirting and being romantic was riling him up, stirring up this dark, predatory aura that dimmed the glow of the roses from a soft pink to a mysterious lavender. Even in the lowered lights, you saw his need and desperation cleanly – compressed and carefully restrained, ready to be made a mess of.

“My poor master,” Asmo giggled teasingly, turning and crawling over to Solomon, leisurely and wordlessly requiring for the release of his thumb – as if he was reluctant to let the appendage leave your mouth without proper attention. Perhaps another time, but at this moment, Solomon’s body called to him. Asmo leaned down, getting a closer look at the twitching tent in Solomon’s pants and running a single finger up it. “Should I give you a hand?”

“Just a hand?” Solomon scoffed. All that teasing and waiting, and the only thing you’ll give me is a hand, Solomon thought, pretty little brat.

“Trust me,” Asmo spoke sweetly enough to appease the great sorcerer, “you’ll like it.”

You and Solomon watched on in anticipation as Asmo undid Solomon’s pants and slid them slowly down his hips. To your surprise, Solomon’s cock sprang up.

“You naughty boy~” Asmo teased, “no underwear~? You weren’t expecting this, were you?”

“You really are a slutty old man,” you chuckled and approached him. Before Solomon could protest, you caught his lips in a heated kiss so intense that his embarrassment leaked from the tip of his cock. Asmo used it to lube up his hand in slow, circular motions around the head before he started stroking Solomon in equally slow motions. A rumbling sigh fed you and died in the back of your throat as Solomon eagerly accepted your kiss. That deep, debauched sound contrasted with the soft, submissive whimper that left his lips as you pulled away and attempted to cling to you.

“Grind on my ass, MC,” Asmo instructed, interrupting your kiss-induced haze.

“What?” you asked, playfully amused.

“Hump me, silly,” Asmo giggled and shook his ass for you slightly – still focusing on pleasuring Solomon. “Let me make you both feel good.”

You pet Asmo’s head gently before you positioned yourself behind him. With a firm grip, you pulled him flush against your hips and started to grind against his soft ass, earning an aroused “oh.” Solomon’s eyes met yours, and despite being bound by vines, he smirked at you, as if he could read your mind. Maybe it was the eroticism of the situation, but as you rolled your hips into Asmo’s, all you could think was fuck, this shouldn’t feel so good. Or maybe Solomon knew what you were thinking because the same thought crossed his mind.

“Do my soft, pretty hands feel good, master~?” Asmo asked, looking up a Solomon with the loveliest eyes – a look that unfortunately went ignored as Solomon watched your face contort in pleasure. Asmo’s only response was Solomon’s desperate attempt to thrust his hips up into Asmo’s hand at the same pace as you were humping his ass; it said enough, and the demon was all melodic giggles.

Was it Asmo’s warm, soft skin, or Solomon’s burning gaze holding you, or the moans of both men that filled the room? Maybe Asmo was using a spell on you? Something intensified the pleasure, and before you could figure out what was getting you so worked up, you were cumming against Asmo’s ass.

Asmo could feel you pulsing as your grinding slowed but refused to stop; a part of you still wanted more – couldn’t bear to separate your body from his. Asmo took advantage of Solomon’s evident excitement at getting to watch you cum and sped up his movements, pulling more lewd noises from Solomon.

“Fuck, please?” Solomon whined mindlessly, “I’m gonna cum.”

“I know~” Asmo cooed. “Be a good master and cum on my face, ‘kay?”

Solomon was so focused on biting back his moans that he couldn’t even manage a nod. Instead, he replied by following orders and spurting cum all over Asmo’s pretty face. Asmo looked up at Solomon; that lovely face that he had made a mess of made Solomon’s cock twitch. Asmo leaned in to kiss Solomon and stretched his arm over to the nightstand, grabbing his D.D.D. and opening the camera app. He pulled away with a seductive smile, turned, and handed you the device.

“Take a flattering picture, luv,” Asmo grinned. He wasn’t going to upload this moment; some things were too intimate to share – but not so intimate that proof of it should stay confined in memories. You snapped a few pictures – some lovelier than others, but one in particular caught your attention as you scrolled back. You showed it to Asmo for his nod of approval. He took his phone from your hand and gently tossed it on the bed so he could caress your face with both hands. “Beautiful.”

You weren’t sure if he meant you or the photo – or maybe you were, but you were too embarrassed to admit that the Avatar of Lust looked at a photo of himself and still turned to you in admiration, in worship. Yet, you, like a disciple, leaned in and began to clean his face with your tongue. Asmo was giddy at your touch, but with each slow trail your tongue traced, fervent arousal grew in him. Even Solomon, confined to watching, felt himself getting hard once more. He was enamored – so much so that he waited until you had cleaned every drop of cum off Asmo’s face before he dared interrupt by clearing his throat.

Asmo laughed and snapped his fingers, freeing Solomon from his binds.

Solomon chuckled, “you sure know how to show a few humans a good time.”

“It’s not over yet, is it?” You glanced down at Solomon’s crotch quickly.

“Of course not,” Solomon got to his knees and kissed Asmo’s forehead sweetly, placing his hand on the base of Asmo’s neck, as he stared at you lovingly, propositioning you. “Let’s give you a fun Asmo night.”

Once again, you weren’t sure who was at the receiving end, but you were certain night would bleed into morning. If the Devildom had a sun, your lovemaking would greet the sunrise in equal beauty.

(A/N: please ignore that this is half a year late and please enjoy the content. Turns out Obey me is almost done, but I'll keep giving you content to make you feel stuff for a while.)

[piercedddriver]

A solodeus fanart for @asmosmainhoe

This was done only in a couple hours so it’s not my best work haha

[still-a-morosexual-help]

New Unnamed GN! MC × Mammon Fic

The Family Photo

Summary: It's a normal day in the House of Lamentation, which means there's been at least three fires and two near death instances.

Today, Asmo has decided is going to be picture day, even if he has to drag the rest of his brothers kicking and screaming into it. There's nothing wrong with a little manipulation, after all.

Explicit RATING

Tags: •Crack Treated Seriously •Fluff •Sub Mammon •They/Them Unnamed MC •MC's downstairs Situation is not mentioned •First Kiss •Diavolo×Lucifer •Asmo×Solomon

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[lorkai]

SoloDeus x MC headcanons

*･゜ﾟ You knew Asmo and Solomon had a special relationship. You just didn't expect them to be dating for long millennia without telling anyone. It was an accident how you found out; entering your room, where the three of you were studying for the exams, when you saw them kissing and let a little yelp of surprise escape your throat.

You had a crush on both of them, so knowing they felt the same way and wanted you to be part of a relationship with them made you think you were daydreaming.

Whether this is your first poly relationship or not doesn't matter because Solomon and Asmo will always make sure you feel comfortable with them. Every moment of this relationship is fun and the three of you often go on casual dates at the mall or some other fun place, or accompany Solomon somewhere strange and potentially dangerous, but what's life without a little excitement, right?

Asmodeus is naturally a sensitive person and loves physical contact, it is after all one of his love languages. He loves showing his affection for you, from lingering hugs and compliments on your beauty to lingering, sensual kisses that take your breath away, sometimes biting your lower lip and letting his hands roam freely over your body. But he's observant and knows when he's drowning you with all that affection, especially if you don't like physical contact very much. Even so, he gives you a lot of gifts, clothes, shoes, stuffed animals, accessories and even letters written by him.

Solomon, on the other hand, is more relaxed and the most intimacy he prefers is looking into your eyes in the late hours of the night and being able to hold your hand against his. His love language is quality time and acts of service, he'd rather have you around and teach you spells or do silly magic tricks to make you laugh. He loves the simplest moments when he and you and Asmo are lying together, it doesn't matter who is the big spoon and the little spoon, these moments make him feel at peace and he hopes you feel the same as you lie down in the middle of them to listen to the latest gossip or watch silly, clichéd movies.

The two manage to balance each other out very well due to the years they've spent together and are spontaneous with what they want. It's common for Solomon to show up at the House of Lamentation because he misses you both and wants to spend time with his two lovers, whether it's watching the stars of Devildom or taking you two on some adventure that is probably dangerous and full of strange creatures. Just as it's common for Asmo to drag you and Solomon to a private sleepover he's set up to paint your nails, do skin care, and sing for you both.

All in all, these two love you a lot and y'all have a healthy relationship full of communication. However beware, they love to flirt with you to laugh at your embarrassed expression.

[misc-obeyme]

idk about anyone else but i always love crack ships and ships in general, i can always appreciate other ships, even if they're not my otp. It just means more content to enjoy!

Luci and Solomon would be fun as a pairing i think. If I had a crack ship, it'd be Solomon and Mammon. I don't know if they've had any moments at all together. Maybe one.

But Solomon has been steadily climbing up my favorites list on the ladder since nightbringer. Though he'll never take Mammon's place for number one lol. But I like to imagine them both with my mc.

I can imagine Mammon accidentally getting his hands on a really rare spell book and instead of selling it, gifting it to the two of them with the excuse that he couldn't get any offers for it (he is lying and it's obvious from his blush)

Or Solomon coming across a rare item he forgot about and gifting it to Mammon because he thinks he'd like it. Or digging through his collection for something he's willing to part with to help Mammon with debt, saying something about needing to get rid of it is all.

and after writing these little blurbs i will be thinking about these dummies a lot more, it is no longer an 'if' i think. new ship and new ot3 ig akskfj

okay I'm done rambling LMAO thank you for your time

- ✨ anon

Okay, yes, I absolutely love crackships. I can also appreciate other ships, I have no problem with any of that at all. I say people should ship whoever they like.

While I always write x reader, I actually have quite a few Obey Me ships that I like. DiaLuci of course which I actually did write a little story for per a request I received. Those two are just so obvious, how can you not ship it, right? I'm also fond of SoloSim because I think those two have an interesting dynamic. And of course there's SimeBarb which is also just really cute. I'm down with BarBeel and Solodeus too though to a lesser extent. And while I never really considered it before, apparently there is also Diavolo/Belphie (sorry I don't know their ship name lol), which is not something I thought of, but I don't dislike it!

My favorite crackship is absolutely SoloLuci. I love their relationship already, it's so funny to me, and I just can't help but enjoy the idea of them actually ending up together because it would be even funnier to me. Like I could write whole stories about them.

My other big crackship is Mammon/Barbatos. (BarbMam??) Again, I just find this to be absolutely hilarious. I could write whole stories about them, too, and I'd be laughing the whole time lol.

Okay one last crackship from me that I think would be fun is Diavolo/Asmodeus. Because listen, Asmo would be so into being queen lololol. And I just think it'd make Lucifer so mad, too. I'm sorry I just think it's so funny I can't help myself.

Of course, any and all of these become a little less crazy if MC is involved, but I generally consider these ships without MC. I did write that little blurb about a Solomon/MC/Lucifer threesome, but I generally like to think of them without MC because that just makes it so much funnier to me.

I love your description of a Solomon/MC/Mammon throuple situation, though. I always felt like Mammon didn't like Solomon lol but yo neither does Lucifer so. But I think with an MC that they both love and care for to kind of initiate the necessity of them being in close proximity and getting along... yeah, I could see all of the things you describe happening.

That'd be super adorable, now I'm just imagining them starting a little trio band and calling it MC and the Mons. (I'm so sorry.)

Anyway, I love your new ot3 I hope they bring you much joy!!

[terrahowler20]

Welcome to My Den

Hi Ty or Spark here! Welcome to my What in "Hell" is Bad and Obey me Smut NSFW Blog.

Where more of my Raw and Horny thoughts go.

I'm still new to this writing smut things so bare with me. Also Minor and ageless blogs/accounts DNI

Here's the reason I will block Blank accounts

Rules:

MC/Reader

MC/Reader will be female, however I'm willing to try to write Male MC.

No Child/Teen!MC

MC will be leaning more on Bottom.

Sub-ish depends on character with and/or the situation their in.

For Personal reason, I will not Mean/Hateful MC during sex. Yes, I'm okay with Dom MC, but just a spiteful MC is a no go for me.

What in "Hell" is Bad Casts

Stick to Canon sex and gender, so no headcanon or Age-down/De-age or genderbending characters.

No Character X Character smut (This is personal reason), so no Devils x Devils/Angels, Minhyeok X Devils/Angels, etc.

GangBang with MC is total fine, the limit is three to five characters.

No Solomon x MC/Reader or Other Characters.

With some certain characters be warned that some will have a bit of Non-con/Dub-con elements. But nothing too extreme. (Might water it down for my sake as well)

Obey me Casts

Stick to Canon sex and gender, so no headcanon or Age-down/De-age or genderbending characters.

No Character X Character smut (This is personal reason) So no ships like DiaLuc, SoloDeus, Diamon, SoloLuci etc.

Threesome, Foursome and maybe Orgy can be but no C x C ships.

I will not write

Luke is a baby, I really didn't have to type this, but just in case.

Thirteen is under Consideration, I might try to write for her.

Incest, pedophilia, age-play, piss/scat kink, pet-play, somnophilia.

And others I didn't mention is either I still don't know or I have no problem with, however its subject to change as I learn more about my own personal boundaries and limits.

[featherdusterbelphie]

i have a bunch of college projects i need to do (some of which are way overdue the deadline ughhhh. darn you procrastination and my shyness !!)

but here's the thing

my brain wants to draw feral himeru, write a sci-fi stsg x reader fic, and an om apocalypse au fic w solodeus and mmmm

[aprilvaa]

✰ - NSFW! 18+ | minors dni pls baby's dni 😭 |

Characters - Solomon & Asmodeus ♡ x fem!mc

warnings = Nsfw, threesome, punishment

.・゜゜・♡・゜゜・♡・゜゜・♡・゜゜・♡・゜゜・

° - imagine asmo fucking your sensitive hole while he's hand is on ur mouth to prevent you from moaning and while Solomon making you more sensitive that you whine and cry! ♡

° ~ Solomon likes to punish you sometimes by teasing your hole or.... Oh idk maybe whipping and making you more sensitive by his magic while asmodeus lick your pussy!

° - asmodeus likes to see you drool or shake when he and Solomon breaks your insides ♡

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*.・゜゜・✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

After-care ♡ ~

° ~ it's you the always who's the little spoon! If you want to be the big spoon thats fine too! ♡

° - asmo prepares the bath, and Solomon will help you scrub your back! Don't even lift a finger they'll do anything ✧(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

° ~ Solomon will apply the medicine on ur ass while asmodeus will apply some skin care products on your face! After you shower ofc ♡

♛┈⛧┈┈•༶༶•┈┈⛧┈♛♛┈⛧┈┈•༶༶•┈┈⛧┈

IYAHHHH THAT'S ALL! HOPE YOU ENJOYED

(｡>﹏<｡)! ♡

[plush-rabbit]

Roses and Silk in Fisted Hands

Request: I can't stop imagining Asmo teaching an inexperienced MC how to give head and properly deepthroat as he sucks off Solomon so MC can see what to do. And then Asmo helps MC as MC sucks Solomon off and just.... Asmo having sexy times with his favorite humans is so good and MC being inexperienced while Asmo and Solomon certainly have a lot of experience under their belts is yes.

Word Count: 3.8K A/N: I as going through my ask box so a few oldies will be coming out (also fem!reader, or well afab reader!) - Asmodeus sits on his knees in front of you, his silk robe loosely tied showing the top of his breasts, his skin soft and perfect as he moves closer to you. His hands are gentle as they cup your cheeks, his lips are pulled into a soft frown that makes you feel all that much worse. His thumbs swipe under your eyes, catching a stray tear that has fallen and his hand leaves your face, leaving you cold and empty. You watch as he moves his hand to his parted lips, his thumb lays flat on his tongue as he slowly closes it around his thumb, slowly sucking on the taste of your tears. Your mouth waters as your stomach twists when his thumb leaves his mouth with a pop. “Don’t make that face, my love,” he murmurs, the hand on your face falling to clutch on your hand. “It’s okay to be bad at things.” He makes a pained face when you turn away, your hand on his holding tighter to him. “I- That came out wrong. You’re new to this. It’s not like porn where everyone is suddenly good at blowjobs.”

You turn to him, sniffling and rubbing the back of your hand against the tip of your nose. “But I should be good at it. I’m with you,” you gasp out, shame flooding your body and burning hotter than anything you’ve ever felt before. “I should be able to do the things that you like.” He laughs softly, shaking his head at you. “You're not expected to do anything. I’m a demon, dear, and while there are things that I’m willing to do, I rather have you comfortable with everything.” The comforter under him makes a soft sound as he slides his legs to bend at the side, with your hand still in his, you hold tightly onto it, not daring to let go. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart.” “I know,” you sigh. You know that reality is different from what they show in films, but you still can’t help but feel insecure. Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust, is your partner and you don’t judge whatever his body count might be, but you know that along the line, he must have had some memorable experiences with former lovers. You feel as if you’re put on the spot, that his moans are more exaggerated in order to make you feel better, that he isn’t enjoying his time with you. Tears brim your eye, and a sharp inhale has his arms around you as he pulls you close to him. The silk is soft against your body, touching at your neck and it’s ruined under your hands as your hands grasp onto his back, bunching the fabric together. “My love, it’s okay.” His voice is beside your ear and his words are calming, making a flood of warmth rush through your body. “Do you want to know why I called you here?” You nod your head, nuzzling yourself further into his neck, catching hints of rose and ambrette making your breath thick and mind fill with a thin haze. “I know how insecure you humans can be, and I wanted to help you-” he pulls away, his index under your chin and lightly pushing your head upwards to face him- “you know, ease your nerves a bit.” You don’t want to lose contact with him, your hands going up to circle around his forearm, clinging onto him tightly. The smile on his face is sweet, pulled up by the corners and his eyes crinkling in a way that is love and lust intertwined. Your breath is stuck in your throat. It’s passion in his eyes, something intense that makes it hypnotic to look at him for too long. “You’re going to show me?” You ask slowly, your tongue flashing out to lick at your already dry lips. He nods, and you follow his head with your own. Lust incarnate is powerful. Asmodeus may be the fifth brother, but you mustn’t forget that it’s his sin that makes him strong, that him being fifth still makes him powerful. He’s above you in all sorts of ways. Your own God that you can date. Your own God that plays with your tender, pliable body as if it were a toy made just for him. He’s hypnotic, more so than anyone else will ever be. He may not mean to put you in this trance, but it’s so easy to fall for him, to give in and salivate for the breath-taking view in front of you. So pure and sinful all at one, his silk robe is a soft pink that clings loosely to his skin that is free of any marks, but his teeth are sharp, meant to pierce into your skin, his hands soft but strong enough to push you to the ground and hold you steady. “Asmo,” you gasp, “too strong.” Your core is hot, heating and thick trails of arousal cling to your underwear. It’s harder to breathe, like you’re gasping for air under the crushing weight of the sky above, your face darkening and nails pressed against his skin. His teeth flash in a smile, canines glinting under his light, and teeth that capture his pink tongue, so thick and slender. You’ve never been envious of teeth before, but you'd give anything to capture his tongue in your mouth. “Sorry, love.” And just like that, it’s easier to breathe, easier to think and look at him. And just like that, your worries have returned. “I was just trying to help.” There’s no use in worrying about that, so you nod your head. “What are you going to show me?” He smiles and tilts his head with a raised brow. “I mean- on what?” He

shakes his head and the look in his eyes is devious. Your stomach drops. “Who?” You ask in a whisper, hoping that he’ll shake his head again. He gives a curt nod. “Bingo.” His smile is that of a Cheshire cat, wide and full of something that you don’t know. You cry his name, and are only able to make it past the first syllable before he shakes his head. “Come on, it won't be bad, I promise. I’m going to show you what to do and then afterwards, you’re going to practice while I help.” Your hands reach upwards to cover your face. “That’s the entire definition of bad, ‘Mo,” you whine. “It’s embarrassing.” Shame fills you knowing that Asmodeus had to resort to finding someone to help you, but it’s even worse knowing that Asmodeus will be the one to show you. Realization hits you like cold water against your back. Your hands lower as you glower at him, your hands fisted together. “You’re going to be practicing on someone?” He gives a soft exhale as his lips turn into a smile. “Who?” “Does it help if it’s not a stranger?” He says in a coquettish tone, his hands reaching towards you, unfurling your fisted hands. Your eyes widen and as if it were all planned down to the time, there’s a knock at the door. You hiss his name and he ignores you, turning his head with his hands already undoing the loose knot on his robe. “Come in, Solomon!” He says with a lilt, his hands now clasped together. The door opens without a creak and the sorcerer steps in with a friendly smile, greeting you and promptly removing his shoes and clothing. You make a sound and turn your head away, flames licking at the shell of your ears. “Oh? Have you not told them yet?” Solomon asks, the question clearly directed at the only one who had planned this all. “Just did.” Asmodeus looks at his nails, a pout on his lips. “My color is chipping. Sweetheart, will you remind me to touch up on it afterwards?” He rolls his shoulders, slowly removing his robe and letting the silk pool around him. “Come on, Solomon,” he whines, “I want to show them how good I am at everything.” Your name is called and you can only offer measly hum in response. “You know that Asmo did this to me once too, right?” The bed dips and you look at Solomon who sits on the bed, nude with his cock semi-hard. “He is everything but classy.” A hand swats at his thigh and Solomon laughs, fixing himself against the pillows and holding his cock in his hand, slowly jerking himself until Asmodeus grabs his hand and removes it with his. “At least you know me. He had it done with someone who I hadn’t even known.” “You should have seen him, love.” Asmodeus turns back to you, a lovely blush already spoiling his cheeks. “He was panting and all spent. I can’t wait to share the fun with you!” He lowers himself, beckoning you over with a hand to watch from the side. “Remember to watch and take notes, okay?” A sweet smile flashes to you, and you watch with wide eyes as Asmodeus swallows Solomon’s cock. It’s erotic and hard to take your eyes off of something that is so intimate and sexual. The noises that escape Solomon’s are enough to make you pinch your thighs together. Is that how lustful Asmodeus should sound? On the other hand, hearing your demon sound anything less than beautiful makes something twist inside of you and heat with flames. His moans have always been sultry, so heavy and sweet that it never occurred to you, that he could ever make a sound so deep and anything less than the usual beauty you are allowed to look at. It’s beautiful in a twisted way that makes it nearly impossible to keep your hands away from your own sex and you can’t focus on what you should, instead watching their faces pinch in pleasure and curses fill the room, hands hold onto each other and you feel so vile for watching something like this and getting turned on. You bite the inside of your cheeks, breathing harshly through your nose as you hear the absolute pornographic sounds fill the room. As sudden as it started, it ended just as quick. Snuffed out by Solomon’s orgasm. Asmodeus, swipes his tongue from one of the

corners of his lips to the other, and he smiles as he places the thumb inside of his mouth. Solomon turns his head over to you, his smile loose and face reddened. You watch as his legs move, turning over as he starts to move towards you, coming to a still as he’s faced with you. “Am I allowed to touch?” Solomon asks, his eyes on Asmodeus who only shrugs in response, jerking his head over to you. “Ah, of course. I just remember how possessive you could be.” His brown eyes flitter over to you, and he smiles apologetically at you. “Am I allowed to touch you?” You nod, clearing your throat. “Yes-” you roll your shoulders- “I’m already going to suck on your cock, you might as well be allowed to touch me.” You smile nervously at him, your hands toying with the bottom edge of your shirt. “Great,” Solomon says eagerly. He reaches forward, a murmur under his lips as he hands grab at your shirt and in the same moment, your shirt is gone, breaking into pieces of fabric that fall beside you, only to combine together into your shirt. You gasp, a question already on your tongue, before he cuts you off. “Magic,” is his simple reply, his mouth quickly latching onto your nipple, a free hand going to cup at your neglected breast. You gasp, your hands coming up in front of you, fingers curled and a deep blush heating your face. He hums in response, his tongue flicking around your pert nipple, softly suckling on your chest, while the other hand tweaks at the dry nipple. “If it hasn’t been made clear,” Asmodeus starts, his hands coming behind yours, “you’re allowed to touch him too. Isn’t that right, Solomon?” The sorcerer hums in response, pulling away with a string of salvia attached to your nipple, and he blows cool air against you. You gasp and your hands are curved above Solomon’s silvery hair. His teeth nip at the swollen bud, pulling gently against it, and your hands curl and knit into his hair. “Don’t be afraid to be rough with them Solomon, they’re into it.” There’s a sickly sweet scent that lingers on Solomon’s cock as you're brought down to it. Your nose bumps against it, pushing it forward and even though Asmodeus has brought relief to the sorcerer he still stands tall. Your mouth opens, your tongue peeking past as you give a long stripe to the underside of his cock. He groans in appreciation and your mouth circles over the tip of his cock, the scent much stronger, and muskier than Asmodeus and something salty beads against your tongue. A slender hand touches a bare thigh and your face flushes, your heart beating rapidly and arousal so strong and thick inside of you that the thought of sucking the cock in front of you has you dripping. Lust has invaded, making your mind grow foggy and inhibitions drunk, and you swallow the cock, half of it your mouth as your drool spills out and drips onto the base. Asmodeus’s hand is curved over the back of your head, keeping you down to Solomon’s base. His pubic hair tickles at your nose, saliva dripping down his cock and tears pricking at your eyes. Your muscles clench, your core growing hot as one of Asmodeus’s hands smooths down your spine. Your hands are clenched over Solomon’s thighs, nails digging into his skin and you moan, wiggling your bottom in an attempt to tell them that you need air. A hand knots into your hair and you’re lifted up, and granted a breath before being lowered back onto Solomon’s cock. “Through your nose, love.” Asmodeus tells you, bobbing your head up and down. “Remember, you only get to breathe when he fills that pretty, little mouth of yours with his semen.” “A bit cruel of you, Asmo,” Solomon grunts, kicking his thigh upwards. “I think they deserve to breathe just a little.” Your hair is released, a stinging sensation left that tickles on your scalp, only to dull in pain when a different hand threads through your hair. “Well, you’re in control now. If you’d like to let them up for air, well be my guest,” Asmodeus quips, leaning over you. His weight is heavy, his skin thin with sweat as he presses his face close to Solomon’s. You don’t come up for air

and you’re left moaning around Solomon’s cock as the head of it is pressed against your throat. “Well, I guess we’re both cruel. Isn’t that right, my king?” Your tongue licks against a vein, your teeth brushing against it as he grunts. “Fuck,” he curses, slowly moving his hips. “What a good mouth you have.” His hand holds down your head, dragging you up and down, letting his head fit deep into your mouth, pushing against your throat as you gag. Tears fill your eyes, burning and blinding you to his cock. “Hold it,” he hisses. A moment passes. The two. Then three. And in that short amount of time, your lungs have begun to burn and he pulls out, allowing you a gasp of air until he rams his cock back inside your mouth, fucking you harshly until the sound of your gagging is filling the air. Your name leaves his tongue in rushed breaths, his hands and hips stilling enough for you to bob on your own as you take in as much of his cock as you can. Something thick slides down your throat, slowly until it’s filling your mouth and you’re choking, pleading for air, only to be pushed further down the cock, letting the semen slide down your throat. You’re brought up, your chin wet and thick with spit, face hot as you gasp for air. “My, my,” Solomon says, his smile wide as he brings up a hand to curve over your neck. “You learn quick, don’t you?” “Ah, ah,” Asmodeus says, his hands on your sides, as he pulls you close. “I’ve taught you better manners than that, Solomon. What do we say?” Solomon lets out a small laugh, his face gentle as he leans close to yours. “Of course,” he says softly, “my apologies. Thank you,” he whispers your name, before closing the gap, his lips pressed against yours, and you greedily open your mouth, your hand reaching out to cock while the other wraps around his neck, bringing him closer to you. A slender hand reaches between your legs, petting at your sex as Solomon deepens the kiss, your thighs squeezing shut to capture the hand trapped. “Well would you look at that,” Solomon muses, as he pulls away from the kiss, “seems like you're not completely satisfied yet, hm?” His attention turns to the demon who is playing with your sex, leaving you breathless and mind too foggy to think. “Would it be too forward of me to ask for a taste?” A hand is placed on each of your thighs, pulling away to show that under your robe, you wear nothing but thin underwear that has already become dark with your arousal. Your legs are spread and another set of hands hooks against your underwear, and dark eyes stare into yours. His lips shine, and his hair is messy and tousled; he is beautiful in a different way compared to Asmodeus. Where the demon is irresistible and their kiss is enough to make you orgasm, the sorcerer is needier, desperation so think on his tongue, it’s like yours, his beauty so cute and sweet that all you want is for his lips to be on your body once more. You nod, swirling your hips in a desperate attempt to tell him to take off your underwear. He smiles, and it’s relief and excitement, and it makes you drunk on it. Your sex is exposed to the air, cold meeting warmth, goosebumps pricking over your body and making your legs shake. A tongue laps at your sex, the point of it slithering past your entrance, letting your sweet nectar fall onto his tongue. Your hands curl against the sheets, clutching the fabric and ruining it with your hands, as his tongue rubs against your clit, lips soft against the bud as it suckles it in, nursing over you, your body going rigid and heels digging into the bed. “Fuck,” you curse under your breath, repeating it like a mantra. Silvery hair is clutched into your hands, your back arched and chest rising and falling quickly. He pulls away from your clit, the bubbling in your stomach simmering and you call to him, desperate to keep him between your thighs. His hand raises and you watch with bated breath, only to cry when his hand smacks against your cunt. “Solomon!” You moan, a stinging sensation curling and festering itself on your sex. Another smack rings through the room and

your sex contracts, the sensitive bud no w swollen and when you look up at him, with arousal slick on your thighs and his hand, he gives you a smile in return. “Sorry but I really wanted to see your cute pussy all swollen,” he says in his defense, he lowers himself back to your sex, hooking your legs with his arms and pulling you close, until you can feel his breath fan over you. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to kiss it all better.” You shut your eyes tightly, feeling his tongue swirl around your entrance, dipping inside and letting your arousal seep into his mouth. It doesn’t take long for your thighs to tighten around his head, your hands knitted into his hair as your legs begin to shake and the only thing that you can think of properly, is his name. You’re crying, riding out your orgasm as his mouth never stops its soft movement, so hungry and needy, but so slow as if to drag out this entire process. A hand cups at your breast, tweaking the nipple until it's stiff under its delicate hands. Your eyes peek open, watching as Asmodeus hums softly, massaging at your breasts, letting the sensitive buds become stiff under his touch. Your lips part, and just as you’re about to say his name, it’s interrupted with Solomon teasing at your cunt once more. His name is whispered past your lips, your breath hitched and core already hot until he interrupts you. “Little bit more, okay?” He hums, keeping his hands latched onto you, a tight grip that refuses to let you go. His tongue swirls against your pulsing clit, his nose bumping against you, and two slender fingers coming to the edge near your entrance, before dipping inside and massaging at your gummy walls. He mumbles something, too preoccupied with pleasure shaking throughout your body, you’re unable to respond properly, giving him a deep moan as his fingers kiss against the spot that makes your breath get stuck in your throat. Your body shakes, the heat in your stomach burning and spilling over as Solomon keeps his tongue busy, Asmodeus unraveling a fist of yours and placing it around his cock, hissing at the vice grip that you have. His cock is hot, heavy and with petal-like ridges that makes it difficult to keep such a tight grip without hurting him. Such a heavy pool of overstimulation hovers and clings to your body, your clit throbbing and your slit leaking between Solomon’s tongue and lips, staining the bedsheets under you. The cock in your hand stiffens, twitching and leaking with something hot and thick that trails down your wrist in a pale color. Straining your neck, you look up at Asmodeus, your lips parting and tongue out and his smile is predatory, eyes wide and hazed with lust, as he fixes himself to let his cockhead fit snug in your mouth, his semen dripping down as he thrusts and buries himself into your mouth. “That’s our good slut,” Asmodeus coos, as he strokes your head. You moan into his cock, sucking on it lazily, too tired from the orgasm to actually put your heart and soul into it. His hands toy with a breast and Solomon’s fingers and tongue are still pressed against your sex, so consumed with you that he’s hardly taken a pause. “You both have no idea how nice this view is,” Asmodeus says with a smug attitude, heavy cream on your tongue and his gaze on you so sweet as he smacks on your cheek.

[obeymeow]

rarepair hell is not having to make all of the content for your favs it is not having no one to talk about it with. rarepair hell is exclusively when you impulsively write an entire self-indulgent fic and think "maybe I shouldn't post it what if nobody wants to read it" and then knowing all five people who will want to read it by name regardless of whether you've interacted with them because they have made 4/5 of the content altogether and all said "please someone else appreciate them I can't do it on my own" where was I. oh yeah the pressure is real wtf

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Agreed on the favoritism by the devs, i think both Luci and Mammon are the most fleshed out characters in the entire game and the way their relationship with MC grow. As a Mammon and Lucifer stans this pleases me but i do hope the other charas will get more development, like i think in the halloween event, Mammon's locked part got longer story than the rest of the brothers and i ofc hugely biased feel like he got some of the best devilgram stories

Honestly yes, there's such a clear difference/growth in their characters and relationship with MC between S1 and S2 - which we unfortunately don't really get to see with the others. I'd even go to say that Lucifer's character growth surpasses Mammon's, which makes sense considering Lucifer had more to work on than Mammon. And it made him go from my least favourite character to my second favourite.

I'm not sure if we'll see more character growth from the others in s4 though? Because it looks like they're gearing up to introduce the new angels and they may focus more on them.

BUT S3 really saw a lot of development for Satan which I was really grateful for cause along with Mammon & Lucifer he's got the most potential for growth. I think there were three different times where Satan and his relationship with Lucifer was a major focus in S3

And S1 and S3 gave us more depth to Beel & Belphie.

Right now it's Asmo & Levi who are getting the shortest end which yeah - I want more from them.

But S3 also put a lot of focus into developing all the side characters while leaving enough questions open (particularly about Solomon, Simeon & Barbatos) for S4

And I have hope that open questions for Solomon will also lead to more depth for Asmo, cause the two seem to have a much closer relationship than what's initially seen. I 100% see them being as close as Mammon & MC are - and by that I mean partners in crime though you can take it in either a platonic or romantic sense. And the only reason they aren't closer than MC & Mammon, with the hundred of years working together they have over the two of them, is cause Solomon only stopped seeing Asmo as a pawn or a means to an end recently

All of Mammon's parts of the story seem longer to me than the others but I'm pretty sure that's just a consequence of me being totally gone for him...

I think it's cause his devilgrams give a lot more depth to him? I haven't seen that as much in the others' ones or maybe I'm at that point of simping where I didn't notice it? Like the office devilgram, the guardian demon, the mammon way, the Cinderella one, the butler one, the tsl one, Too Many Insults, the eclair/punishment one with Lucifer, even the water park & parfait ones - they all significantly add more to his entire character. They're not there just so MC can have a cute moment with him and steal a kiss without being interrupted by the others. All those devilgrams I mentioned are actively fleshing out his character.

[lorkai]

🪞 Asmo cheating on Mc (male reader) / part 2 coming soon

🪞 Calming down s/o who has an presentation

🪞 Bff headcanons

🪞 Relationship headcanons

🪞 Cuddling with Asmo

🪞SoloDeus x reader headcanons

🪞 You comfort him when he doubts himself

🪞 Mc wants to comb his hair

🪞 Teaching Mc how to kiss

🪞 Asmo with a Tall male mc

🪞 Mc is afraid of bugs

🪞 Helping a lost child

🪞 Mc has a resting bitch face

🪞 Mc woke him up cuz they had a nightmare

🪞 Asmo with a child!mc

🪞 Mc is obsessed with demonology

[leviathanswingman]

send me dialuci or solodeus requests if you have anything you want me to write!

i'm generally game for anything that is not x reader

[terrahowler20]

Welcome to My Den

Hi Spark here! Welcome to my Obey me Smut and What in "Hell" is bad? and NSFW Blog where I reblog NSFW Especally Nu: Carnival relating things

I'm still new to this writing smut things so bare with me. Also Minor and ageless blogs/accounts DNI

Here's the reason I will block Blank accounts

Rules:

MC

MC/Reader will be female, however I'm willing to try to write Male MC.

No Child/Teen!MC

MC will be leaning more on Sub-ish. Bottom depends on character with and/or the situation their in.

Main Cast: (The Brothers, Dateables, Raphael and Mephistopheles)

Stick to Canon sex and gender, so no headcanon or Age-down/De-age or genderbending characters.

No Character X Character smut (This is personal reason) So no ships like DiaLuc, SoloDeus, Diamon, SoloLuci etc.

Threesome, Foursome and maybe Orgy can be but no C x C ships.

I will not write:

Luke is a baby, I really didn't have to type this, but just in case.

Thirteen is under Consideration, I might try to write for her.

non-con/rape, dub-con, incest, pedophilia, age-play, piss/scat kink, pet-play, somnophilia.

And others I didn't mention is either I still don't know or I have no problem with, however its subject to change as I learn more about my own personal boundaries and limits.

What you might expect:

More Dom Mammon, Levi and Asmo.

Comedically situation.

A lot of Size kink

[leviathanswingman]

What type of fic ideas would be down your alley (I saw your post)?

hi there!

so generally i do prefer character ship fics (like dialuci or solodeus for example) over reader fanfics. 

i just don’t really like writing x reader fanfics, i just can’t get it right and don’t really feel comfortable with it (which is also why i generally put in my mc yuuta instead of writing a neutral mc, i kind of need a clear character for me to make it work)

rating wise i’m okay with nsfw stuff although it might take me a little bit longer to write since i’m still a bit of a newbie with that.

 my biggest no-goes would be anything involving luke or demon brother incest (i know they’re not brothers by blood but since they literally treat themselves like brothers it just feels a bit too sweet home alabama to me)