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hunn1e-bunn1e · 5 months ago
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Yet another thirst, my good men and nbs. This one is for Solomon since I love that old-ass sorcerer man.
This one's quite a bit longer than the first because I felt a bit more comfortable.
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Solomon who likes to experiment with magic in the bedroom; spells to restrain, spells to increase stamina, spells to increase sensitivity, spells to change one's appearance, and spells to change one's size. The possibilities are endless when it comes to fucking the sorcerer king himself.
Solomon who likes playing around with portals; opening them whenever he's feeling particularly horny to your immediate location, completely uncaring of who you might be with at the time. Trust that even after he's sent back home to the human realm, a portal will open up behind your ass at any point in time and you'll feel a familiar hand feeling you up.
Him opening a portal behind you while you're in the shower, fingers already dripping with his precum as he prods at your entrance and quickly slips a finger in before you can even process the intrusion. Another portal opening just in front of your face; his erect, pierced cock gently slapping against your face as you hear his low groans from the other side at the feeling of the water beating down on his exposed cock. OR. You're talking to Mammon after he invaded your room once again and suddenly you feel your insides being stretched and stuffed full; already knowing just who the culprit is. Solomon sends you texts encouraging you to moan without restraint no matter who you're with at the moment as he fucks himself into your tight hole.
Solomon who is most definitely a rope bunny; he loves being tied up with restraining charms he's taught you, even if he could dispel it without even trying. Although he finds it a bit hard to dispel when you've ridden him so good that he can't even form a thought in his mind, let alone remove his restraints. The sorcerer really loves himself some overstimulation and dumbification; especially if he's on the receiving end.
Him chuckling as glowing translucent chains wrap around his limps and bind him tightly in an uncomfortable position; the slight pain and discomfort going straight to his dick. Only finding amusement in your smug expression, because he knows that he can quite literally make his bindings disappear with the snap of his fingers. OR. He struggles against the chains, body slumped over to the side as he dumbly stares forward with unfocused and moistened eyes. Whining incoherent nonsense with drool spilling down his chin as your ass comes back down onto his already spent and terribly sensitive cock; sobbing and begging you to stop, to give him just a little break because he just can't do it anymore.
This old man has seen so much in his long life that it's just a given that he's a freak in bed.
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xnchxntmxnt · 1 year ago
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We need more solomon x reader ffs
How about a jealous Solomon because he gets constantly cock blocked by the demon brothers and in the end he makes an angry love confession to the reader?
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Jealousy
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Characters: Solomon
Warnings: possibly some minor cursing
Notes: ok this ended up not being an angry love confession but i believe in talking about emotions healthily <3. Also i just liked this resolution SORRY ITS NOT EXACTLY WHAT YOU ASKED !!!
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He couldn’t believe this. 
Again. 
For the nth time since he’d realized his complicated feelings about you, those stupid brothers found continual ways to keep him from getting any alone time with you. There you were, agreeing to make dinner with him before being called away by Mammon again so he could have your assistance with dinner. And being their attendant at this point in time, you had to agree. 
That didn’t mean he liked it. 
He ate some poorly cooked chicken for dinner and didn’t even touch the scorched vegetables—his cooking wasn't incredible, but even this was a new low. He was too distracted while he was cooking though. Too busy thinking about you. 
When you finally got back to your dormitories (that was the best thing to call it at the moment), he was still rather irritated, but instead of fuming or yelling at you, he curled up on the couch with a book to take his mind off of everything. 
“Solomon?” you asked, sitting on the opposite end of the couch from him. “You alright over there?”
“Perfect,” he said, tone short and curt with you. He didn’t mean it to be rude, but he had too many things on his mind and he didn't want to be disturbed. 
You sighed and he watched you cover yourself with the blanket out of the corner of his eye. Frustrating as the situation was, he couldn’t stand the thought that he was the reason for the small pout that sat on your face. 
“I’m sorry,” he starts, placing his finger in the book and closing it. “It’s not your fault—I shouldn't be taking my frustration out on you.”
“What’s wrong?”
That was the question of the hour, it seemed. He had to decide now: tell you and risk the relationship you’d built together, or keep it a secret and leave you wondering if he was upset with you. Neither of those were lovely options, but he had to weigh his odds in a split second. 
“I…I wanted to spend more time with you this evening,” he admitted, speaking much softer than he had been. He’d deny it adamantly, but the tips of his ears were slightly pink (and gaining color the longer he spoke). “I feel like I haven’t…been able to spend enough time with you. Those pesky brothers continue to steal you away from me.”
You looked at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and he continued. This was going to be the hardest part. “(Y/N), in my hundreds of years of living, I've never met someone quite like you. And I've met a lot of people. You…there’s something special about you—some spark—that I can’t ignore. You’re dedicated, passionate, and a joy to be around, frankly. And I…I guess I've grown to be quite fond of you. And maybe a little jealous…”
It took a moment for the information he just gave you to sink in. He watched as the realization dawned on your face and hated every second of silence that passed as it did. After what felt like forever, you smiled at him. Smiled. 
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re telling me the all powerful warlock Solomon has a crush on me?” you asked, grin spreading wider and wider on your face. 
He groaned and hit himself on the head with his book. “I take it back! You’re terrible to me. I give you my heart and you proceed to make fun of me, how dare you!” He couldn’t be angry at you, though. Really, he was trying his best to hold in his laughter. 
When he opened his eyes again, you were sitting next to him instead of across the couch. You looked adorable with that mischievous glint in your eye he didn’t exactly trust. 
“What?” he asked. “Don’t look at me like that. You’re plotting.”
“I’m not plotting!”
“You’re plotting something.”
Without any extra room to argue, you leaned in and placed a dramatic kiss on his lips, complete with a small ‘mwah’ sound. He sat there, stunned for a moment, mind short-circuiting under the circumstances. 
“You-you just-”
“I did.”
“And you-”
“Breathe, first,” you teased, smiling a bit softer at him. “You should have said something ages ago. I would have made sure to make more time for you. And for what it’s worth…I’m quite fond of you too.” You dropped your voice, trying to mock his earlier words. In response, he shoved your shoulder and laughed. 
“You’re horrible to me!” he complained again, though he couldn’t find it in himself to stop smiling. This is everything he’d wanted for ages—to have you, to love you, and feel that affection in return. Now he had it, and there wasn’t a reason in the world he’d throw it away. 
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vamporphic · 3 months ago
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Smells Like Rain
obey me: solomon x gn reader 2nd pov, fluff
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He was always so gentle with you. His hand softly brushing against yours while you walked to class, chaste kisses in empty classrooms, words of validation whispered like a sermon.
"Solomon," Your voice was quiet as always, only reserved for him. Your gut twisted at his praise, feeling unworthy of his love.
He pressed another kiss to your lips, this time with more passion as he tried to convey his feelings in a more direct manner. His hands cradled your cheeks as he kissed you, pressing you gently into a desk.
You breathed in, the familiar scent of rain and fresh linen filling your senses. You were the first to pull away, resting your head against his shoulder. You itched to say that you loved him, though you knew once the exchange program was over, you would go your separate ways.
He brushed his hand through your hair, taking in your appearance. "I'm going to miss you."
You nodded at his words, looking up at him like it was the last time you would ever see him. After all, it probably was.
Not saying anything more, you held onto him tightly, savoring the moment as best as you could.
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🦇 this is quite short, i apologize!! please let me know if you like this or want more. my requests are open!!
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tears0fsatan · 1 year ago
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                ♰          ・        𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑!
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✦ ⊹ ˚˖ warnings... nsfw! minors, ageless blogs and fem aligned do not interact, servant dom m!reader, sub perv!solomon, dub con, imbalanced power dynamic, oral (giving), edging, mindbreak kinda
 :¨·.·¨ ♥︎  a.n... sick in the head sol got me giggling like a schoolgirl hes such a neat lil freak
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being the most powerful sorcerer humanity had ever seen, solomon had more than he could ask for. he was no short of money, fame, glory nor power and yet, a corner of his heart still felt empty. he had all he could've ever asked for and was in a position where at the slight raise of a finger, he could get even more. everyone that ever crossed his path bowed down to him with no questions ask, whether it was from fear or reverence he didn't care, but all of humanity adored him.
so when his newest manservant came along, bowing down with faux reverence, his interest was piqued. he saw the way you looked at him, with curiosity of why people thought of him so highly and refusal to believe in him blindly, he wanted to study you, find out why you had such defiance for higher authority.
that was why the sorcerer called on you more often than any of his other maids and servants, he wanted to see the way your face scrunched up in slight annoyance whenever he cheerily called on you, asking for the simplest and dumbest shit. it was also why he gave you a "special" uniform, one shorter and skimpier than the rest of your coworkers uniforms all for the sorcerer's gratification.
the grumbles you would whisper under your breath only served to turn him on, solomon wanted to see just how much he could get you to do while muttering curses. he loved to watch your cute behind as you tidied his clean room, putting things that were just a millimetre out of place back where they belonged. it was horribly time consuming and both you and the sorcerer knew that it was purely out of solomon's sick, twisted pleasure, but you were in no place to complain.
you could always feel the burning gaze on the back of your thighs every time you entered his room, the way the heated stare would trail upwards and scanned your body as though he could see right through your clothes made you feel self-concious, made you feel like you were prey. you knew very well the thoughts that crossed his mind when he openly stared at your exposed legs, the nasty thoughts a master shouldn't be having for his servant.
as long as the sorcerer did anything physical, you could handle it. the humiliation, the embarrassment, the dirtiness; it was nothing new to you, years of hardened experience made you apathetic to such feelings.
but of course, one day it did turn physical… sort of?
a small, fleeting touch grazed your back, one so soft and light you would've easily believed it was just your imagination had it not been for the smug expression on the sorcerer's face. it confused you to no end, the gap between the two of you was impossible to cross in the short amount that it took to touch you and you turning to look at him.
goosebumps broke out across your skin, the eyes he looked at you with burned with a brighter intensity than normal and for some reason, you couldn't tear yourself away. a feeling of defiance flared up within you, one that told you to put solomon in his place, to show him that he was no better than any other human who worked their ass off and to put him in his place.
you licked your chapped lips, brushing off the intimidation that rolled off him in waves and slowly inched closer towards him. he watched your every move like an eagle stalking its prey and you realised you were already damned when you found his heated gaze more exhilarating than menacing.
how you ended up on your knees with his cock in your hands remained a mystery, but the flush that coated his cheeks was far too much of a treat for you to pass up. the sorcerer didn't say a word, only watched you with unfocused eyes as if to taunt you to keep going and boy did it fire you up. you were determined to drag him down to your level, even if it meant going along with what he wanted in the first place.
it all paid off of course, the moment you kept eye contact with him as you pulled down his zipper with your teeth and a suppressed whimper crawled out from the back of his throat, you knew that you had made the right decision.
the second his dick was released from its tight confines, it bounced up and stood proudly against his lightly toned stomach, exposing just how excited he was to finally have you in such an erotic position. you quickly glanced at the smug smirk that you swore was permanently etched onto his face at that point and made a promise to yourself; that you would do everything in your power to wipe that stupidly enticing look off his face.
to say that his size didn't intimidate you would've been a lie, because in all honesty, it was an intimidating size. it wasn't that you hadn't seen his cock before, there had been moments where you had "accidentally" walked in on him in his boxers or nude and caught a glimpse at the third leg that hung from the lower half off his body. from the fleeting glances that you had of it, he was roughly the same size as you normally, so the sense of foreboding didn't creep up on you until you were face to face with his cock at its biggest.
nevertheless, you pushed aside the feeling of unease and reminded yourself of his pleased expression and your resolve came back in full force. you started off lightly, giving his red tip a kittenish lick, blinking back in surprise when a few beads of precum trickled out of his head. you looked up at him, your own smirk playing on your lips now that his cock had given away how keen he really was.
a few more airy moans filled the air as your licks grew longer, soon you took the entirety of his head into your mouth, cringing slightly when his precum touched your tongue. you continued to maintain eye contact and felt the satisfaction bubble up within you when you witnessed the fall of his facade in real time. little by little, his smirk dwindled, soon reduced to his teeth sinking into his lower lip to snuff the sounds that fought their way out.
to think, you would one day be capable of reducing the great and mighty solomon to such a state, head tilted back and muttering rough obscenities under his ragged breath, body flushed and covered in a slight sheen of sweat. who would've thought the pervert that preyed on his new servant was so sensitive, precum dribbling out of his leaky tip so much so that it spilled out of the corners of your mouth.
you could feel his heartbeat thrumming through the bulging vein on the underside of his dick from where it sat heavy on your tongue, betraying his usual unreadable demeanour. he was just as excited and turned on as you were and now that you were on your knees with his cock in your mouth, all sense of reason flew out the window and he let his emotion show.
your tongue traced the vein on the underside of his cock before you came off his dick completely, a string of your spit connecting your lips to his length as if chasing the warmth of your mouth. your hands, which had strictly stuck to his thighs or played with his balls, moved down to clamp around the base of his cock.
"admit it. you're a dirty pervert who likes to watch his servants do absurd chores in revealing uniforms, aren't you?" a loud, uncharacteristically high pitched cry rang out at your hand harshly tightening its grip around his cock, the sound sending a shiver down your spine at the upper hand you had over him.
teary, half-lidded eyes looked down at you, his right arm coming up to cover his mouth in an attempt to muffle the whimper that bubbled out of his throat when you didn't let up. you raised an eyebrow, shifting backward to fool him into thinking you'd stop all together.
"aah! i'm a dirty pervert!" he cried out, wet with desperation and need. unfortunately for him, the sound just went straight to your dick and you realised then just how much you liked the sound of him in such a pathetic state. when you still kept your tight grip on his dick, a gargled sob fell from his pretty lips followed by fat tears rolling down his cherry red cheeks.
"i'm, i'm a dirty pervert who likes to watch his, his servants do chores in revealing uniforms!" only after his admission did you relent, releasing your hold on his leaky cock. "please, please, please.." his knees buckled underneath him and he had to grip the table he was leaning against until his knuckles turned white in order to keep himself upright.
if only his devout followers could see him now, all whiny and begging his servant to make him cum.
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mammonistheman · 2 years ago
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Dating Solomon, Simeon, Diavolo, and Barbatos would include headcanons?
AAAAAA I LOVE THESE CHARACTERS SM!! thank you for requesting!! I hope this is good enough!! I didn't know if this would be for a poly relationship or independent, but I wrote it for individually if that's okay- I can always do one w a poly relationship!! Also this is a little short bc I have way more requests than expected 💀
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What it would be like to date...
Solomon;
This guy is a sneaky wizard, and although he is described as shady he has a good heart.. I guess-
Will probably make and request you his food, and if you pull through for him that would leave him giddy and you dead(most likely)
Probably to avoid this; you'll try to bake with him as much as you can. Teaching him properly on how to make good food, yk? He'll enjoy the company and won't catch onto you trying to save everyone's life-
A side from food, if you are an average human, he'd love to teach you so much about magic!! If theres one thing he's skilled at, it would be that.
Probably would teach you simple tricks for protection against demons in the Devildom, or even simple things to get you through the day.
He would also love to have movie nights whenever the two of you are free, Asmo may or may not tag along out of no where to give you two a complete set of face masks, skin care products, fluffy socks or even slippers, and snacks for you both to share.
Simeon;
The. Sweetest. Dating. Partner. On. Earth.
And in the Devildom or Celestial Realm..
Either way, he'd be the sweetest. He is that type of boyfriend to always check up on you, as well as your mental health, and will do anything you ask of him on way or another.
You two, when you're both free, would go on cliche dates. This could be going to the movies, a fancy restaurant, arcades, or simple days out the both of you can enjoy each others company.
Or if you two aren't feeling going classy, you both usually just look after Luke to feel like a complete family. Luke will notice the close loving nature of you both, and feels appreciated at the fact you're including him in some sort of way. He may even call you Mum/Dad accidentally at some point-
Simeon, as well, from time to time will gift you with expensive gifts. These would be rare, but be as pretty as a specifically enchanted ring with some sort of benefit, or if you have any particular interest in something he will do all the give it to you!
Diavolo;
As Prince of literal Hell, he won't have a lot of free time to spend with you. He'll have a lot of paperwork 24/7, and events to attend or arrange.
But you know damn well he'll somehow escape the eye of Barbatos to sneak out and spend time with you, and would probably enjoy every moment on it.
Although, apart from that, his love language has some sort of take on gifts. He loves spending money on whatever you fancy on doing or what you want without a problem. He will buy you many outfits for any events you two will attend, even down to any powerful objects lost in time you're so desperate to get(as long as he knows its safe for you to have) or a trip you want to go on.
Although that. he will also treasure communication! He will send you little text between every sheet of paper work he does, a positive sticker to send everytime you reply too. Honestly, you're his main distraction in the way of doing daily chores.
Also one to take you out on cliche date, especially to some sort of arcade to go on rides with you and to win prizes for you to have. Or even something like a circus, something exciting for the both of you to have fun with.
You probably have matching plush toys with him, or make him start collecting them
Barbatos;
Will try not to get distracted by you during his working hours, that being all the time, but he just can't help it! He could stand their for hours, just listening about yourself and your interests.
Tea dates between you and him, or if not, somewhere typically private for you guys to not be in public and to enjoy eachothers time without interruption.
Will help you with any tutoring you need, for any subject and is on a mission to make it easy to understand for you. He's patient and willing to provide anything you need.
Anytime you go to sit down at a table, he pulls out the chair for you to sit down.
Makes lunches and food for you whenever you can to make sure you're healthy and eating the right nutrients, and will go up to the human world for any snacks you're craving.
Will even give you baking lessons if you're really interested, it would make his day to instruct you on the many traditional Devildom delicacies you want to learn.
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temis-de-leon · 5 months ago
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Simple signs of affection
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Lucifer: putting his hair back in place right before caressing his cheekbone, reminding him to rest his eyes and offering your company while he's working.
Mammon: putting his sunglasses on him when his hands are occupied while driving, offering him treats and changing the music to both of your likings.
Levi: charging his controllers and his DDD while he's sleeping to have them ready for the next day, standing behind his chair while he's playing and massaging his shoulders.
Satan: knowing how he likes his coffee and making it before he wakes up, hugging him out of nowhere and staying like that for long minutes.
Asmo: taking candids of him while he's distracted because you love him the most when he's himself, putting the back of his collar back in place before classes.
Beel: each of you buying a 2x1 offer from his favourite restaurant and giving him your extra portion, asking him to bend down so you can kiss him.
Belphie: softly brushing the matted fur of his tail while he's asleep, caressing his frown away when he's irritated.
Diavolo: teasing him, saying you'll fight him for the last fry or denying a favor while doing what he asked, exchanging foods because his had pickles and yours not.
Barbatos: preparing and measuring the ingredients before he gets to the kitchen, cleaning the utensils while he's cooking, making his duties a little bit easier.
Solomon: having inside jokes with him about the human world, asking him to tell you a story, telling him a story of yours.
Simeon: being in comfortable silence with him, visiting him because you missed him and because you knew he'd accidentally hung up the phone if you called him.
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squeakyducky · 1 month ago
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I JUST REALIZED HE'S ACTUALLY POLE DANCING HELP
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luxthestrange · 5 months ago
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Obey me!Memes #189
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An immortal human who forgot how to human and enjoy life... is reintroduced to life's simple pleasures by a new human...and they fall in love in hell-HOW FUCKING META IS THAT...that our young Gandalf in hell fell in love...
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enbyenvy666 · 6 months ago
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i just can't
𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊
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𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊
based on something i discovered about myself recently 🤭
CONTENT WARNINGS - 18+ MDNI, gn!reader x various, vibrator, reader takes medication (brief implication of poor mental health), reader has trouble coming, no beta we die like men w/c - 0.4k
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“I told you, I can’t cum.”
It felt like it was the umpteenth you had to repeat yourself. You loved your partner, you truly did, and you knew he was coming from a good place when he asked you if you finished. He just wanted you to feel as good as you made him, but you couldn’t through no fault of your own. It was a medication you had taken for years, one of the side effects being the inability to orgasm. Sure, it was frustrating at times but it was a necessary evil in exchange for better mental health.
“Are you sure?” He would ask again, already reaching down to touch between your thighs. 
“Yes, I’m sure,” you would always respond, silencing his next argument with a kiss. “You still made me feel amazing baby.”
It was always sweet of him to try, you had rubbed yourself raw many times before, but it was all in vain. That was until he came home and proudly presented a vibrator. It was shaped like a long bullet and hot pink in colour, by twisting the bottom of it the vibrations became stronger, and despite its simplistic design, the way it strongly buzzed in your hand had you impressed. 
Eager to use it, he quickly had you on the bed, naked and moaning. The stretch of his cock had a familiar feeling burning inside you, but you never wanted him to stop. He almost got lost in the moment, fucking into your tight hole and savouring your sweet whimpers made him forget his goal. On the lowest setting, he ran the vibrator over your nipples, giving you a taste of what was to come—down your belly and between your thighs, touching it to every sensitive spot on your sex.
Every jolt of pleasure the toy sent through you had your back arching, tightening around his fat cock still thrusting inside your slick hole. Feeling you squeeze him particularly tight, he held the vibrator on that bundle of nerves that had you breathless, nails clawing down his back. Before you even realised what had happened, you were crying his name as your body tensed and legs shook, feeling as if something in your core snapped and released, your body now sticky with your cum.
His hips stilled, still balls deep inside your guts, and drew the vibrator away, staring down at you with wide eyes. Your eyes were equally as wide, panting to catch your breath. His lips stretched into a smirk, keeping his eyes locked with yours and he turned the vibrator up, bringing it back between your legs. 
It was time to make up for all those years. 
𓍊𓋼𓆏𓋼𓍊 Katsuki Bakugo, Eijiro Kirishima, Izuku Midoriya, Dabi, Hawks, Shota Aizawa, Shoto Todoroki, Lucifer (OM), Satan (OM), Mammon (OM), Solomon (OM), Diavolo (OM), Lucifer Morningstar (HH), Asmodeus (HB)
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slutifer · 7 months ago
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Solomon: mc isn’t feeling well, so how ‘bout i take over their cooking duty tonight?
Lucifer: is that a fuckin’ threat
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mammonsrockstargf · 2 months ago
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700 WIVES
contents: solomon x gn!reader, fluff, fluff, fluff, repost
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"Is it true that you had 700 wives?"
Solomon looks up from his book to where you're lying on his bed, homework in hand. He'd convinced you to take the class "Rhetoric 101: How to Win Any Argument with an Angel Using Biblical Quotes" because he thought it'd be fun to watch you try to spark up an argument with Simeon. It was a nice perk that you could study together.
It hadn't even occurred to him that he might get mentioned in the coursework. You read over the pages, your eyes brimming with amusement.
"What could you possibly need 700 wives for?" you ask, and he shrugs. "Mostly politics and gaining land," he says, but you don't seem entirely convinced, as the corners of your lips turn upward.
"Might I remind you that this was happening during a period of 80 years?" he says, attempting to somehow save his reputation, but you just raise your brows at him.
"That's still like nine wives per year, though. How on earth did you have time for that?"
You're beginning to laugh now, really laughing, the kind that makes Solomon’s heart pound slightly and he has to fight a smile.
"What, they'd get like a month and a half each before you were on to the next one," you continue, wiping the tears running down your cheeks.
"Actually, I never even met most of them," he says, hoping to help his cause, but it only causes you to laugh even harder.
Solomon huffs and pretends to read his book again, letting your laughter subside. You slowly calm down and pick up your book but once you read the next line of your homework, you're laughing again.
"You had 300 concubines? How is that even possible?" you cackle, and Solomon rolls his eyes.
"That was a rumour. I did not have that many," he says, but you're far gone, clutching your belly as you gasp for air.
"I'll have you know that having a pact with the Avatar of Lust gives you a very high libido–" he begins.
"Oh, trust me, I know," you wheeze. He's on you in a second, pushing you down on the bed, placing a hand on each side of your head. You giggle when he presses kisses to your face, to any surface he can reach, your cheeks, your forehead, your nose.
"Stop," kiss, "teasing," kiss, "me!" kiss, he whines, but you've only just begun.
"Oh, I'm sorry, my lord, it's just that I haven't seen you in three years; you've been so busy with all your wives–"
Solomon shuts you up with a kiss on the lips, and you bury your hands in his hair, leaning into it. Your lips move against each other languidly, as he savors every inch of you, before he pulls away. He lays down on top of you, using your chest as a pillow, refusing to move an inch.
"Sol, you're crushing me," you complain, and he grumbles. He presses a kiss to your collarbone and grabs your homework, throwing it into a corner of his room, before getting comfortable again, this time crushing you a little less. You run your fingers through his hair, humming softly.
You both know that it doesn't actually matter how many wives, concubines, or past lovers he's had. Sometimes Solomon thinks that it's all just been a buildup and that none of it actually mattered.
His real life didn't begin until he met you, and he's completely fine with that.
"Sooo, did you have a favourite? Or perhaps 30 favourites?"
"Oh, shut up."
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obeymeshallwedateaddict · 1 month ago
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MC: frustrated Solomon, you seriously need to stop using me as your cooking guinea pig!
Solomon: You’re just overreacting. My last dish wasn’t that bad.
MC: It tried to eat me!
Solomon: It was an experimental side effect... Happens to the best of us.
MC: glares You know what? Maybe you should make a pact with Mammon and have him teach you how to cook instant noodles without burning down the kitchen.
Solomon: gasps I will not be taking culinary advice from Mammon!
MC: At least he doesn’t make food come alive and attack people!
Solomon: scoffs My food wasn't trying to attack you! It was an accident plus that’s nothing. I could make a pact with Lucifer and still not hear the end of it.
MC: gasps You wouldn’t DARE.
Solomon: mockingly Oh, I absolutely would. Better than taking tips from Mammon, who can’t even make toast without burning it.
MC: Oh really? I’ll just call Lucifer right now and let him know you’re interested in a pact—
Solomon: horrified WAIT, NO, don’t do that!! He’ll lecture me for a week!
Beel: munching This is getting good.
Asmo: dramatically sipping tea MC sweetie, don’t back down. Solomon deserves to be humbled.
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koolades-world · 9 months ago
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Can you do headcanons of an MC who absolutely LOVES tight hugs
Like if they can breath it’s not tight enough, hug them tighter lmao
Can you do all the datables and undatables for this one please?
hi! of course!
please enjoy!
Mc who loves tight hugs
Lucifer
he enjoys giving hugs, but there aren't many who want to get close enough to him to so that
luckily, he has you now!
his first few hugs are tepid at best, but once he gets comfortable, you get your dream hugs
when you hug, you know he's smiling and feel the joy radiating off him
Mammon
probably likes to give hugs where your feet leave the ground
so naturally, these are kind of tight so you don't... y'know, fall although that would be kinda funny
he's also the type to match your energy, so if you squeeze, so will he!
always still a little careful out of worry since you're his favorite human
Levi
he's probably shy at first
but once he gets into it, you'll get your tight hugs all you want
especially after a particularly close match, he'll hug you, tail and all
you may have to ask him a few times if you want one at any other time, but after that he'll break down and give it to you haha
Satan
not much of a hugger, but since it's you, he doesn't mind giving you all the hugs you want
most of the hugs he gives are side cuddle hugs so he tries to put power into them
if you want his full attention, mention lucifer in passing
or maybe even just say his name randomly, and you'll get everything you want
Asmo
he doesn't look as strong as he is, but he dishes out hugs like he's handing out his devilgram handle
you learned quickly you just needed to ask him to give you a good squeeze
after that, those are the kind he gives you all the time
now, he reserves the super tight hugs for you (and maybe solomon) only
Beel
this is your man fr
he can and will squeeze you so hard, but not usually on purpose
sometimes he gets a little overexcited and forgets how strong he actually is
while he feels bad at first, his heart is always warmed by how happy you look afterwards
Belphie
most of his hugs are unprompted because he's usually asleep
when he's awake, his hugs can also tend to be on the weaker side
maybe tickle him a little to wake him up more and ask him to death hug you
ask and you will receive! he tries his best to remember you like your hugs tight
Diavolo
another huge tight hugger!
anytime, anywhere, you say the word, he's got you
even during RAD, just send him a text and he'll get you that break you need from class
he doesn't give out hugs to many others, but those that do get them say that you get something of a special treatment
Barbatos
he doesn't seem like he gives tight hugs, but it's just that nobody hugs him
feel like solomon asks frequently and gets shot down every time
while it might be scary to ask for a tight hug at first, you don't regret it
probably the strongest hugger out of the group (he doesn't do all that cleaning without getting mega buff)
Solomon
while his hug tightness can't compare to that of demons, he tries his best
loves hugs, so he'll hug you for hours if you wanted
if he's incapable of getting it to the level of crush you want, he's ready to use magic to help
anything for you <3
Simeon
just like he's great at giving massages, he's a great hugger
he always adjusts to what he thinks the person he's hugging would enjoy the most
somehow, he knew right off the bat that you loved to be squeezed
how'd he know that? he'll never tell
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prettyboyillness · 10 months ago
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solomon bending you over his desk and fucking you after a long day of making failed potions. his hard angry thrusts push you closer against the desk making your nipples rub against the smooth surface. his fingers rubbing and jerking your little cocklet making you squirt and beg for more.
a/n: i need him to call me a good boy :p
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For Your Ears Only: When MC sends them audio porn
Featuring: The Dateables + Side Characters (+ bonus Michael and Karasu) x gn!Reader
NSFW // Content: Explicit smut. Sex toys, sexting (audio/pictures/video), demon forms mentioned, penetrative sex and fingering (gn!reader receiving), size kink, breeding kink, creampie, light dom/sub undertones, guided masturbation, orgasm delay/denial, corruption kink if you squint, clothing kink, car sex, oral sex (gn!receiving), implied switch!reader & switch!thirteen, pet names, rough sex. 6.8k words.
For Your Ears Only series: Part I (The Demon Brothers)
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DIAVOLO // royal treatment
Diavolo has been in his office all morning. He’s bored out of his mind from signing the endless stacks of paperwork that Barbatos puts in front of him. He would gladly welcome any excuse to escape, and your message gives him something to look forward to. He’s curious about your warning to listen to it alone, so he waits until Barbatos excuses himself from the office to prepare more tea.
Desire pools in his belly when Diavolo finally listens to your recording, and by the time it’s over, he’s gripping the armrest of his chair so hard that it cracks. He holds his D.D.D. to his ear while he storms from the room. He replays the message again because there’s something so alluring about listening to your sweet sounds like this. The desperate, breathy whimpers of his name as you fuck yourself with that inferior toy rile him up even more. He strides through the castle towards his private chambers, ascending the stairs two steps at a time in his haste to see you.
(Diavolo doesn’t even notice that he rushes past a very irate-looking Barbatos. No matter how much he wants to protest, the butler knows better than to get in the prince’s way; Diavolo is radiating power and lust and the need to claim, and trying to stop him now would be a dangerous mistake. Besides, there will be time for lectures about propriety later.)
Diavolo’s true form is completely revealed by the time he enters his bedroom. His blood pumps at the mere sight of finding you naked and waiting for him on his dark silk sheets. Your knees are bent and you part your thighs so invitingly when he kneels on the bed and crawls on top of you. His large hand cups the hot, wet mess between your legs. His fingers stroke you teasingly, and your body shivers with sensitivity from your recent orgasm. He crushes his lips against yours and swipes greedily at the seam of your mouth so he can lick inside and taste you. He teases two fingers into your hole while you're distracted by the kiss, and he stretches you just a little more.
(You buy toys smaller than him on purpose so that no matter how much you might tease yourself with them, they'll never match how thick his cock is, or reach as deep as his rough, powerful strokes do.)
You whimper when he pulls away too soon for your liking, but he bares his fangs in a feral smile and finally sinks his cock inside you. Your back arches against the mattress as he stretches you open, and he pants heavily while he resists the urge to fuck into you like a rabid beast. His thrusts are slow and shallow at first, but your warm, soft body enveloping his cock and your nails digging into his back urge him to move faster, harder, and deeper.
He comes with a roar and you whine at the sensation of his hot release painting your walls and marking you as his. He stares between your bodies and grinds his cock inside you so that he can trap his cum inside you a little longer.
Nothing in this world can fuck you or fill you the way the future demon king can, and he spends the rest of the day proving it to you.
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BARBATOS // servant of two, master of one
When you send Barbatos teasing messages, you do so knowing that the likelihood of him being able to come see you anytime soon is slim to none. He's incredibly busy assisting Diavolo and taking care of other important work. Early in your relationship, you both agreed on reasonable expectations that took his many responsibilities into consideration. He doesn’t want to neglect you, but you don’t want to disturb him either.
He cherishes all the photos and videos you send him. They’re sentimental tokens he hoards selfishly for himself; they remind him that you love him and desire him like you've never wanted anyone else. If he’s too busy to call you or visit you, they offer temporary relief for the longing he feels. After he receives the message you sent him today, he has a new treasure to add to his collection.
He listens to your recording when he's completing mundane chores alone in the laundry room. No one else sees the butler’s infallible mask slip: his breath hitches slightly, and the freshly-laundered sheets slip from his fingers when his hands tremble with the sudden need to touch. He grunts and clenches his fists when your breathy crescendo of fuck–fuck–fuck—! ends with a broken cry of his name.
He feels unusually warm when the recording ends and all he hears is his own ragged breathing. His cock stirs in his pants and he takes a few minutes to calm himself and regain his composure. He can't perform his duties with a hard, throbbing cock ruining the crease of his pants. By the time he’s calm and leaves the room, he’s decided how to respond to you.
Barbatos has to prepare the Young Master's lunch next, but he has a bit of time to spare and walks to his bedroom first. He doesn't dare sit on the bed; fond memories of fucking you between his sheets might tempt him to linger. He doesn't call you either, even though he desperately wants to. He records a voice message for you instead, and he carries on with his work once he confirms you’ve received it.
You listen to his message from the comfort of your bed, you can tell right away that he sounds less composed than usual. His voice is a bit rougher, and it makes you giddy knowing you have that impact on him. You smile as you listen to his compliments and praise and he tells you (with explicit details) how lovely your surprise was. He asks for a favour from you, if you’re willing, and he gives you instructions for how he'd like you to use your toy next.
You lay back and let the soothing cadence of his voice guide your actions. You move the toy in and out of your body at the pace he commands. He coaxes you to the edge of pleasure but denies you over and over; despite how close you are, you stop when he tells you to. When he finally asks you to come for him, the breathless, pleading tone of his command shakes you to your core. He anticipates that you need a moment to recover, and the recording is silent until his gritty voice reminds you how good you are for him and how much he loves you.
You feel wonderful knowing that he'll be pleased with your obedience, and you send him the proof he asked for: another recording of yourself, and a picture of the new mess between your legs. Your body trembles slightly as pleasure fades and your body melts into the mattress. You relax in your bed, naked and cum-stained, and when your D.D.D. pings, you read his new message with a smile. He decided to rearrange his schedule after all, and he’s on his way to take care of you himself.
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SIMEON // savor the moment
He’s not the most skilled when it comes to technology, but Simeon figures out how to play the recording you sent him. He heeds your warning that he should listen to it in private, and he escapes to the dimly-lit sanctuary of his bedroom and sits on the bed. Sometimes you send him voice messages about your day. Other times, you remind him how much you love him and miss him, and you confess how sinful your thoughts become when you think of him.
He’s shocked when he recognizes the sounds that filter through the speakers of his phone and fill his room. He’s heard them so many times when he makes love to you between his sheets (or yours), or on the sofa in the sitting room, and even once against the front door when he was too impatient to wait—
Whenever Simeon is with you, his carefully made plans to take you apart slowly and lovingly burst at the seams when he finally has his hands on your body. Everything about you is irresistible. He denied temptation for so long that he can’t control the raging passion inside him when he’s with you.
The sounds you make for him on this recording are a bit different though. It’s almost like you’re teasing yourself towards the edge, instead of hurtling towards it with abandon. Your moans and cries become breathier and louder and it’s the most beautiful symphony he’s ever heard.
He senses that you’re basking in the slow, sensual delight of touching yourself, rather than the passionate frenzy that often happens when you’re together. Even as lust stirs inside him and makes his cock swell, he’s stunned by your intimate gift made for him alone.
He loosens his belt and slips his hand inside his pants as he listens to you again. He spreads the pearly-white fluid leaking from the tip of his cock down his shaft. Pleasure blooms within him when the soft, wet glide of his strokes match your rhythm.
He lays back and wonders if you felt tormented by the temptation to move faster like he does now. How did you resist the urge to pump your toy into your greedy hole with desperation as you chased your release? You maintained your slow rhythm until the very end, and he desperately tries to do the same. It feels like you’re leading him to ecstasy; you’re the only person he would ever follow blindly without hesitation or doubt, because he loves you so.
The pleasure that warms his body and makes his limbs tremble feels like a wave cresting upon the shore. Your name falls from his lips in reverent sighs and gentle moans, instead of his usual harsh groans and mumbled curses that he muffles against your skin.
He strokes his cock slowly so he doesn’t come until you do. Despite the gentle pace, his orgasm still causes his back to arch off the bed as a long, whiny moan rips from his throat. He thrusts into his fist and the bed frame creaks slightly underneath him. Ropes of cum cover his belly and part of his chest. He lets go of his cock when he gasps from the sensitivity of wringing the last drops of pleasure from himself.
He catches his breath and sighs tiredly. He feels sticky and needs a shower and clean change of clothes. After he’s tidied up, you send him a message and ask if he wants to come see you. He’s tempted, but he invites you to dinner first; he wants you both to enjoy this slow, sensual seduction a little while longer.
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SOLOMON // at your beck and call
Sometimes you forget that there's not much Solomon won't do for you. He's selfish with your time and greedy for your love and affection. He uses his (frighteningly immense) power as he sees fit, and he doesn't mind being irresponsible from time to time if it means giving you what you want.
Your little surprise is a welcome distraction from a boring meeting he was told he couldn’t miss. He excuses himself quietly when his D.D.D. pings, and he holds his phone to his ear and listens to the recording in the hallway outside. His soft smile sharpens into something wicked when he realizes what you sent him.
Anyone that might see him now would notice how his eyes grow darker as his pupils dilate, or that he adjusts himself discretely as his cock hardens in his pants. He doesn’t feel any hesitation or remorse when he abandons the meeting and teleports to his home where he knows you're waiting. (He'll make his apologies and excuses to the Sorcerer's Society later, after he's fucked your brains out.)
He re-appears in his bedroom and he's already unbuttoning his shirt eagerly, but his excitement deflates when he realizes his bed is empty. He knows you must be nearby; the scent of your musky arousal and sweat lingers near the bed. The sheets are still in disarray, and he can even see the small wet spots you made.
The sound of running water catches his attention, and he lets his shirt fall open as he approaches the half-closed door to the en-suite washroom. Your toy is cleaned and dry on the counter, and you splash water on your face with a tired sigh. You jump when you meet his gaze in the mirror, and you smile bashfully at his sudden appearance.
You didn't think he would really come, and he decides to remind you that nothing could possibly keep him away. He steps inside and embraces you properly so he can enjoy the feeling of your warm, bare skin against him. Your legs are still trembling slightly, and your scent is so much stronger now. 
There's so much he wants to say–you're so beautiful, darling or you're a naughty thing, teasing me like that during my meeting–but he kisses you instead.
It's sweet at first, and he pours his love and desire for you into the kiss. Sometimes he wishes he were a more patient man, because your first whimper against his lips reminds him of all the delightfully carnal things he wants to do to you. The kiss becomes heated and passionate as your mouths slot together perfectly, and he matches your delighted noises with soft groans of his own.
His mouth coaxes your lips open, and he curls his tongue with yours as he backs you against the counter. The hands that cradle your face so lovingly slide down your body, and he groans as he explores the familiar dips and curves of your chest and waist. His hands smooth over the swell of your ass and he squeezes. He gropes the soft flesh a little more before grasping the back of your thighs and lifting you up.
You're lost in the loving haze of his kiss and make a startled noise in the back of your throat when he sets you on the edge of the counter. He pulls you flush against his chest and you gasp as the outline of his cock rubs against the wet, sticky space between your legs. The hunger in his eyes mirrors that of your own.
You fumble with his belt and pump his hard, leaking cock while his fingers tease your entrance. He moans at the delicious friction of your hand on him. He breathes out a stuttered sigh when your soft, warm walls welcome his fingers so easily.
You prepared yourself so well for him, and he can’t wait anymore. His hand curls around your hip as he removes his fingers and fucks into you with one deep stroke. He cradles your neck as your head falls back with a choked off moan. He nips at your throat and groans as your body clenches around him. His pace is fast and brutal, and even when you come on his cock and your legs tremble around his waist, you whisper his name over and over again and beg him for more.
My silly darling, he thinks when he carries you to his bed and fucks you again with renewed vigor, how could I ever resist you?
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MEPHISTOPHELES // tied up
Mephisto is busy today with Newspaper Club business, but you send him his gift knowing he’ll listen to it eventually. After you catch your breath, you walk gingerly to your ensuite washroom to shower. There's a ping on your D.D.D. while you're stripping the sheets off your bed to wash them.
Mephistopheles: I'll pick you up at 7:00 tonight for dinner.
Mephistopheles: And bring the tie with you.
He doesn't even mention the recording, but his request for the tie makes you feel giddy with mischief. His unique fashion accessories are something you think only he can pull off. He comes across as pretentious, but you understand that the things he wears are a personal choice and not necessarily about his status and wealth. You tease him playfully from time to time about those particular ties he likes to wear, but he knows you like them, no matter how much you deny it.
You slipped one of his ties into your pocket when you were at his home a couple nights ago. You fetched the silky cloth from its hiding place in your dresser earlier; you got a whiff of his expensive cologne and the barest hint of his natural scent underneath.
It's what inspired you to make the recording to begin with.
It was clenched in your hand while you fucked yourself with your toy earlier, and the material is creased and a bit dirty with your cum now too. When you were still catching your breath, you snapped a photo and sent it to him. It was a blurry picture of your arm resting across your waist, but there's no way he could miss the dark, silk tie underneath your glistening fingertips.
His car arrives at seven o'clock sharp, and his driver steps out to open the door for you. You slide into the seat beside Mephisto. His expression is unreadable in the poorly-lit backseat, but he takes off his gloves and pats his thighs invitingly. You straddle his lap and his bare fingers grip your waist. He teases the bare skin just underneath the hem of your shirt.
"You're a terrible distraction, pet," he murmurs, and his voice sounds so rough that you squirm. He’s already hard and he grunts quietly when you rub against him. He glares at the smile blooming across your face, but there's no heat to it.
"I missed you," you say after you lean forward and press a chaste kiss against his mouth.
He licks his lips and hums. "Did you bring it with you?"
"You mean this?" You pull his crumpled tie from your back pocket and dangle it in front of his face. His eyes lock onto it immediately, and if you can smell yourself on it, you know he does too. 
He tries to be discreet when he leans forward so his nose brushes against the fabric, and his eyes flutter slightly. There's a low purr rumbling in his chest and his pupils dilate noticeably even in the dark corner of the car.
His fingers dig into your hips when you lean against his chest. "You should probably remove the stains first before you wear this again," you whisper against his ear.
He groans when he tilts your head and captures your lips in a filthy kiss. There's nothing decent or composed about the way he starts grinding his hips up against you, or how his other hand slides under your shirt and scrapes his nails against your back. 
You scratch lightly against his scalp and tug on his hair, and he breaks the kiss with a growl. He maneuvers you off his lap and pushes you back against the seat. His face hovers above your waist and his hand rubs against you through your pants. He can feel how damp you are already, and he makes quick work of undoing your pants. You lift your hips so he can shimmy them down your thighs.
He's too impatient to undress you properly, but he bends down and licks against the edge of your arousal. He waits until you meet his gaze and then he does it again, and he grins when you whimper his name.
"I thought you wanted to go out for dinner?" you ask breathlessly. This wouldn’t be the first time he's gotten frisky in the car, but you’re worried about being seen like this.
"We’re taking a scenic route," he explains with a groan, “but I want a taste of you first." He leans down with a smirk before he sucks you into his mouth.
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RAPHAEL // inevitable defeat
Raphael hesitates only for a moment before he taps Play on the screen and puts his phone to his ear. He closes his eyes at the first soft sigh that escapes you. He swallows around the lump in his throat when you moan, and he bites his lip when he hears the faint sound of the mattress creaking beneath you. His ragged breathing matches the quick pace you use to fuck yourself with your toy. The wet, squelching sounds are obscene, but he's never heard something so sinfully beautiful before.
His body feels overheated, and the first beads of sweat start to roll down the back of his neck. When his name tumbles from your lips as you come, he squeezes the phone so tightly he's worried the case might snap in his fist.
He has responsibilities in the Devildom–tasks assigned to him from Michael, chores he splits with his roommates, the relationships he has to foster with demons as part of his mission. Meeting you was inevitable, and perhaps falling for you was inevitable too. Everything you are and all the things you say and do affect him–and this is no different.
He should be getting ready to leave for a meeting, but he's frozen in place and his body quakes as he tries to smother the lust coursing through his veins. How can he walk to RAD when his cock is hard and aching? How can he think or speak of anything else except how beautiful you are and how badly he wants you? No, it won't do at all–he'll apologize later for shirking his responsibilities.
Better to beg forgiveness than ask permission.
He pushes his door closed and leans his forehead against the cool wood while he taps the screen and replays your message. He holds the phone to his ear with one hand while the other reaches into his pants and palms himself, slickened by the copious fluid leaking from the tip of his cock. He's so fucking aroused by you. You make an utter mess of him and you’re not even here. His hand is soaked with his own pre-cum, and the fast strokes of his cock sound as obscene as your noises do.
Sometimes he grunts in unison with you, and other times he echoes your moans with a bitten-off curse of his own. When he closes his eyes, it's so easy to picture you naked and writhing on his bed. He wishes he could smother his sounds against your bare skin as he fucks you. All he can do now is bite his lip so hard that he can taste copper on his tongue.
He comes with a deep groan moments after you do, and his door is painted with the ropes of cum that he can’t catch. He pumps himself through the aftershocks until he winces and his hand falls limply at his side. He pants heavily against the door as he catches his breath; his skin is hot and clammy with sweat, and he'll need to shower again before he goes out.
He glances at the pearly-white mess that coats his fingers and his clothes and the door. If he were a better angel, he would tell himself that poor self-control is responsible for this mess.
But he's not a better angel, because all he can think is, what a waste I couldn't come inside you instead.
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THIRTEEN // the wild card
Thirteen’s reactions to your dirty messages are unpredictable, and today you have no idea what to expect once you send her the recording. 
Sometimes when you send her a raunchy text, she sends you back something just as filthy. If you send her photos of your body (with or without clothing), she gushes about how gorgeous you are and how she can’t wait to see you in person. 
There are times when she confesses how lucky feels that she met you. Those are the days when she comes to your bed (or sneaks you off to her cave) and keeps you up all night. She murmurs praise into your ear as she fucks you so slowly, and afterwards she rolls you over and begs for you to fuck her too.
You don’t hear from her by the time you change your bedsheets and clean your toy, and you decide to have a shower and plan the rest of your day. Maybe she’s busy doing reaper things? (She’s a bit tight-lipped about the things she does that she says delicate humans like you don’t need to worry about.) Or maybe she’s trying to prank Solomon again?
You leave your en-suite washroom with damp skin and a towel wrapped around you, and you yelp in surprise when you realize someone is sitting on your bed.
She giggles at your expression. “Aww, did I scare you? I just wanted to surprise you.” She pats her phone that’s next to her on the bedspread. “We’re both full of surprises today,” she murmurs, and you notice the way her eyes roam your nearly-naked body appreciatively. She leans back on her hands and spreads her legs wide so you can stand between them.
“I didn’t hear from you. I figured I’d see you at school,” you admit with a shrug.
She tugs playfully at the knot keeping the towel wrapped around you. “You can’t blame me for being a little late, lovely,” she says teasingly. The towel gives way after another stubborn tug of her wrist, but you don’t bother picking it up. Her eyes are scorching as she drinks in your exposed skin, and her strange eyes are the most striking when she stares at you like this.
“What do you mean?” you ask curiously.
Instead of replying, she leans forward and traces your mouth with her fingertips. You flick your tongue out to tease her, but you nearly moan when you recognize the faded taste of her cum. It’s not like anything you’ve ever tasted–it’s syrupy-sweet unlike anyone else’s you’ve tasted–and you eagerly suck her fingers between your lips.
“Sometimes I can’t wait to be with you either,” she confesses quietly as she watches your lips wrap around her fingers. Her other hand settles on your waist and dances along your hip and over the top of your thigh. “And I have to compete with all those fools for your attention,” she grumbles bitterly, but she leans forward and kisses your belly as her hand seeks out your arousal between your legs.
You gasp as she strokes you, and she pulls her hand away from your mouth so she can hold you steady as your legs start to tremble. Desire blooms inside you all over again. You feel so desperate, and it would be embarrassing how quickly you fall apart for her, if it weren’t for the lovestruck look in her own eyes.
“I only want you,” you whimper as your hips rock against her hand and your fingers wind through her hair.
“I know, lovely,” she coos sweetly, and she coaxes you into her lap as she lays back on your bed. She finally kisses you and curls her tongue with yours as she continues teasing you between your legs. One of her fingers slips inside you, and you both break away from the kiss with a gasp.
“You’re ready for me,” she whispers against your ear while her finger stretches your walls and brushes against the spongy spot instead. “But I’m ready for you too,” she confesses with a breathy laugh.
You reach down between her legs and slide your hand up her thigh. You noticed she was wearing a skirt today, but she’s not wearing any underwear. You moan when you feel her hot, wet heat against your fingertips. You gather some of her slick on your fingers and trace her clit with slow circles.
“Is it greedy of me to want all of you?” you whimper, and she adds a second finger inside you.
“This first,” she suggests as she rolls her hips against your hand and moans quietly, “and then I can fuck you after?”
“I wanna fuck you too,” and you hate how whiny you sound, but nothing would be more perfect than seeing her bouncing above you right now. You saw her bag on the floor near your bed; you know she came prepared for anything you wanted to do.
She crooks her fingers inside you and grins when you start to fall apart around her fingers. “Oh, lovely, I promise we’ll both get to have a little fun.”
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MICHAEL // tranquil moments
Michael would love nothing more than to ignore all his duties when you visit him in the Celestial Realm, but sometimes his absence can’t be helped. He left you earlier that morning to meet with some other high-ranking angels, and he promised to return shortly.
He saw your message during the meeting but had to ignore it until now. He puts his phone to his ear so he can listen to the recording on his way to find you. He bites his lip to stop himself from groaning at the sounds you’re making in his ear. He rushes to his room while he tries to ignore his half-hard cock that starts tenting his robes.
He enters his room but he’s surprised (and disappointed) that you’re not there anymore. The bed is still unmade and the stain he touches with his finger is damp. He lowers his nose to the mattress and inhales your sweet, musky scent into his lungs. He doesn’t know where you are, but he knows how to find out. He taps your name on the screen and waits while the dial tone rings.
“Hello, Michael. I’m surprised to hear from you so soon. I thought you might still be busy.”
“Oh, I’m going to be very busy soon. Tell me, little lamb, where are you hiding?”
“It’s not much of a surprise if I tell you, is it?”
He listens to your airy laugh, and he strains to hear the noises around you. He can’t pick up anything at first, but then there’s a hushing noise across your end of the call, almost like a heavy breath, or the wind—
He grins when he glances out the window and sees the trees outside sway gently in the breeze.
“I’ll see you soon, little lamb.”
“I hope so.”
Michael finds you lying underneath the willow tree in his private garden. Your teasing smile widens when he shrugs off his robes and lets them fall onto the grass. The sight of his broad, naked body is enough to leave you breathless.
He kneels between your legs and braces himself above you. He holds himself steady on one arm while the other dips into your pants and he groans when he feels how messy you are. Two fingers slip inside you easily when he presses them against your entrance.
“You brought the Archangel to his knees in less than two minutes,” he mutters under his breath. His eyes glance down between your bodies as your hips rock against his hand.
“I want you so badly,” you whine quietly, and his throat feels thick with emotion when he swallows.
“Let me take care of you, little lamb,” he whispers before he kisses you. He peels your clothes off until you’re bare and trembling underneath him. Your thighs rest against his hips, and he distracts you with another deep kiss as he replaces his fingers with his cock.
He fucks you until your voice grows hoarse. He moans his pleasure into the crook of your neck when he comes shortly after, and he doesn’t think anything can feel more perfect than this: the sun shining on his back, a gentle breeze cooling the glistening sweat on his skin, and your body clenching around his cock while you moan his name like a prayer.
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KARASU // new experiences
Karasu is too busy to notice the notification of your incoming message on his D.D.D., but his computer terminal alerts him so that he never misses something you send him. He can play the recording through his computer, but he raises his eyebrows at your warning to listen to the audio file in private. He slips on his headset and continues debugging some new code after he hits Play.
His fingers hover frozen over the keys when he hears the first soft sigh in his ears. By the time he’s listened to the entire thing—barely two minutes later—he’s breathing heavily and his fingers are digging into his thighs. His cock is hard against his zipper and he’s leaking in his underwear.
He plays the recording again and turns up the volume so he can hear you over the sound of his heavy, ragged breathing. Your moans and cries fill his body with hot, raw desire; the wet, rhythmic sounds of the toy you're fucking yourself with make him feel desperate.
He knows he can satisfy you better than that toy can. He can fuck you as hard as you want, as much as you want. Is that really what you want from him? He’s all you need. He tosses the headset aside and pushes away from his desk so he can prove it to you. 
He shrugs on his coat to hide his erection and strides out of his office towards the elevator. He sends his assistant a message that he’s going to be off-site for a private matter and he shouldn’t be disturbed. As soon as he’s outside the building he works in, he unfurls his wings and takes off in a running jump.
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You put on a bathrobe and start tidying up the bedroom after your morning activities. You haven’t heard from Karasu yet, but you hope he liked your little surprise. It’s the first time you’ve sent him something like that, but hopefully it gives him something to look forward to when he gets home.
You’re pulling the sheets off the bed to wash them when you hear a thud on the roof. You glance at the ceiling and shrug when silence follows. It's less than a minute later when you jump as the front door opens and slams closed. You hear loud, heavy footfalls of someone striding down the hall.
You recognize Karasu when he suddenly appears in the doorway, but the demon standing in front of you is different from the one you said goodbye to earlier that morning.
The air thrums with the power of his aura, and you realize you’ve never seen his true form before, not entirely. His wingspan is too wide for the doorway and he looks large in the cramped space. His suit is gone, and he’s wearing a sleeveless black muscle shirt and leather pants. He’s breathing so heavily that you think he might be hurt, but his eyes are blazing with something more intense than pain. You glance down and notice the outline of his cock straining against his pants.
It suddenly dawns on you why he’s here looking this way, and you feel bashful and flattered and a little confused that he left work in the middle of the day to see you. He doesn’t say anything, but there’s a quiet rattling noise emanating from his chest.
“I take it you got my message?” you ask awkwardly. He’s still staring at you with those glowing red eyes, and the rattling noise in his chest is louder now. “Did you…did you like it?”
He crosses the room faster than you can blink and he reaches for you. When he pulls you into his arms, he crushes his lips against yours with a deep groan. You wrap your arms around his neck and press even closer to him.
His hands fumble with your robe until he loosens the belt and slides it off you. His hands roam eagerly across your bare skin, and he walks you back towards the bed. He kisses you with a desperation you’ve never seen before, and you break the kiss with a huff of amusement. “The sheets are in the laundry,” you tell him with a glance towards the bare mattress.
“Don’t need ‘em,” he mutters in a rough voice, and suddenly his hands are on your hips and spinning you around. He pushes you forward and you balance your hands against the mattress.
His fingers are cool against your skin, and you shudder when he pushes your back into a deeper arch. He teases your entrance and moans when he feels how wet you still are and how easily his fingers slip inside you. He pumps his fingers a few times before he removes them just as quickly, and you gasp as the sudden emptiness. There’s a clink of metal sliding against metal behind you, and you groan when his cock slides between your ass cheeks and brushes against your hole.
“Tell me what you want,” he snarls against your ear when he leans over you and presses his chest against your back.
“You, I want you—“ your voice breaks into a cry when he sheathes himself to the hilt in one deep stroke.
His pace is fast and punishing, and the harsh sounds of his skin slapping against yours fill the room. He’s panting loudly against your shoulder and his grunts are punctuated by curses and the odd, animalistic noises he makes when words seem to fail him.
Karasu usually prefers to be face-to-face when he’s inside you, and he’s usually soft and almost hesitant when he explores your body. He never fucks you like this, but you’ve never felt so utterly consumed by someone before and you love it. 
You can see glimpses of his fluttering wings from the corner of your eyes. One of his hands is curled around your hip, and the other is laced on top of yours on the mattress. Your breath hitches when you realize sharp talons have replaced his long, nimble fingers. He’s careful not to hurt you, but with every sharp snap of his hips, his talons dig long scratches into the plush mattress covering. You should be terrified that those same talons are wrapped around your hip to keep you still beneath him, but it only arouses you more.
Everything he’s doing to you sends you spiraling towards oblivion. You're so close to coming already; his cock grinds inside you so perfectly and his relentless pace makes you dizzy with pleasure. His rhythm is starting to falter, and you realize he won’t last long either. “Wanna come with you,” you whimper, and you feel his head nodding against yours.
“Fucking hell,” he groans. His thrusts seem almost desperate, and you can tell he’s trying to delay his own pleasure until you find yours first. “Touch yourself,” he grits out between clenched teeth. “I can’t—please—!”
It only takes a few strokes between your legs before you fall apart with his name spilling from his lips in a loud, shuddering cry. He gasps when your body tightens around his cock and he comes too. The noise that rips from his throat is like nothing you’ve ever heard before. He moans as he pumps his cock inside you until he’s completely spent, and there’s so much���you can feel his cum trickle down your thigh.
His cock softens and slips out of you, and his demon form fades away. He guides you down onto the mattress with him so you can both catch your breath. He holds you against his chest and peppers the top of your head with kisses. “Dear one?”
You glance at his face when you hear his hesitant tone. “Are you okay?”
He sniffs and your heart clenches when you notice how embarrassed he looks. “I should be asking you that. I was overcome, I don’t—I’ve never been like this before.” He looks away nervously. “With anyone.”
You cup his cheek softly and turn his face so he looks at you again. “It was unexpected, but I liked it.” 
He wraps his arms around you and sighs. “I’m sorry if I startled you, but I’m glad you found it enjoyable.” He clears his throat. “And I would be agreeable to doing this again in the future, if you want.”
You laugh. “What, me sending you dirty messages at work, or you coming home from work so you can fuck me like this?”
Karasu’s nervous smile curls into a teasing smirk. “Both.”
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𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘
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~ solomon ; obey me
✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : staring at Solomon you realise how lucky you are to be by his side and how much more time you’d like to spend with him
‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : gn!reader, fluff, second part to blessed although you don’t need to read it to understand this one
‧₊˚ a / n : i was having a hopeless romantic moment and remembered that sol shot i wrote for @nnnneeev (‘: blessed was centered around solomon’s thoughts so i thought it would be nice to write mc’s thoughts this time! enjoy!
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You look up from the book you’re holding. Across the table, Solomon squints a little as he studies the amount of liquid in the vial before pouring it in a small cauldron. The sight of him makes you instantly forget all of the words printed in the old book he lent you. You forget your surroundings, the question you were about to ask, the experiment you had been helping him with. Your eyes glide all over him, his long fingers reach for a flower and pick out three petals. His silver eyes flicker towards the book on his right side, double checking he’s using the right amount, and his pearly hair almost hides those beautiful irises from you.
Every little thing about him captures your attention, the way his long white lashes frame his eyes as he goes back to the cauldron, the ways he slightly licks his lower lip unconsciously. If it weren’t for those little movements you’d think he’s a figment of your imagination, but it’s the way his pupils dilate slightly when he uses a little bit of fire to burn the petals that makes you think that yes, he’s real. He’s alive, he breathes the same air as you and my god, it feels like a dream. He looks like a dream.
It’s not like you’d usually forget all that you’ve been through in the devildom, but when you have the chance to admire him you do. You don’t remember how you ended up helping him with this new experiment, how you ended up being his apprentice. One day you were living your life up in the human world and the next you were staring at the immortal sorcerer who had showed you more than you would’ve ever believed real. It’s a privilege, really, to have in front of you someone as knowledgeable and passionate as him. You could hardly believe he was who he was, or the position you had found yourself in.
You hadn’t lived as much as he had, that was for sure, but it was moments like this that made it all worth it. And maybe, just maybe, he thought the same way? Maybe he was finally content with the life his immortality had brought him to? It had been a long time since he said something negative about it, you had noticed.
He calls your name then, and you jolt a little, blinking repeatedly as he snaps you out of your thoughts.
“Are you okay?” he chuckles, his bright smile has you swooning in your head “are you having trouble with the book?”
“No” you shake your head and smile back “sorry, i just kinda zoned out”
“Yeah? What were you thinking about?” he raises his brows curiously, a little teasing smile curves the corners of his lips.
You remain silent for a second, trying to decide if you want to be honest or just play it off. Until you remember some words he told you weeks ago, and you smile a little too.
“Just that you’re the best thing to have ever happened to me.”
You know you caught him off guard when his hands stop mid-air. His eyes widen a bit, and you notice the way his cheeks slowly start turning red little by little. He clears his throat, flustered, resuming the potion process.
“I’m… honoured you think that way, angel”
A warm feeling sits on your chest at his tender tone, and the blush in his cheeks makes you feel a little proud. You know he’s not as good at receiving compliments as he thinks he is, and you finally understand why he finds it so amusing to fluster you too. You knew it then: you’d never regret eternity if you could spend it by his side.
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