#solomon is p hot

[gifti3]

does he have the phone on speaker or something wth shshbs 😭

[roxanne193018]

Funny how Lucifer did not like Solomon one bit, is smitten with MC, but still calls MC sometimes by “Solomon’s descendant”.

I even had in my mind a Luci angst plot like-

MC is dead. Really dead this time on the battlefield. Everyone is either dead or too weak to stay conscious. Only Lucifer remains. Dead is dead. And it’s God’s rule. But He gave Luci the privilege and the spell to resurrect whom he chooses, but it has to be right after they die, too long and their soul will disappear, nothing can help them. The spell requires Luci to recite MC’s name. But he can’t. He swears he heard his little brothers saying over and over again, but he can’t remember what it was. He looks around hoping some devils would remind him, but everyone was unconscious. He tried “Solomon’s descendant” but it doesn’t work. Of course, because God’s spell doesn’t work that way. He is the first son of God, the most powerful angel, the most powerful healer, and MC’s only hope. But just for this once, he regrets being so prideful.

.. Then he woke up in his bed. He’s having that nightmare again. Why does he have such dreams when MC’s clearly right in his arms, sleeping soundly next to him. He brushes their hair out of their face, calling Buer for some sleeping tea: “get us both some tea and hot water, in case Eve’s child wakes up”

Carrying Lucifer’s order, Buer walked out with his brothers. “Did Lucifer hyung have that nightmare again?” Gamigin asked. “Yes. He is not getting enough sleep recently, that’s why”

“Remember to tell him to go to rest more, Morax.” Marbas said, looking at the direction of his big brother’s bedroom, “His hallucination’s getting worse.”

Of course, there was no one beside Lucifer.

It’s been hundreds of years since MC died, since their soul dissipating right before Luci’s eyes, and since MC’s face and name has become another shadow haunting in his hallucinations.

P/s: Another funny thought I have is that: the devils, some love you for who you are, some see Solomon through MC, but the angels (include Luci) are the ones who def. Love MC for who they are (bc they hated Solomon before)

Heehee. I’m sad and you have too.

[he-calls-me-kitten]

Show Me How (Pt. 1)

Poly GN! MC x OM! Characters

(TW: Gangbang, Poly, Messy, Orgy??? MDNI - some people requested and I had to try :P, but if y'all want a one on one HC's I can do that seperately)

Intro

You trembled in excitement as Diavolo got off his seat to talk to the manager. You barely caught the words "special room" from the conversation and looked around you.

All of them looked at you like hawks about to feast. You weren't expecting your body count to go from 0 to 11 in one night.

"They're ready for us." Diavolo held out his hand and you readily took it. You felt them all follow close behind as you walked, hot and bothered before you had even taken your clothes off. Some of them, you were too nervous to notice who, brushed their palms and knuckles against your hips and thighs.

The room was dimly lit and the bed looked big and cushy enough for atleast 6 of you. There were couches placed next to big tinted windows showcasing the glowing city lights.

"Don't worry MC, I'll fuck you against those windows so we can see the pretty sights together. And we can be there as long as you like." Asmo whispered, casually caressing your behind before letting you go.

Taking your seat in the middle of the bed, you looked up at them like a innocent little lamb. "So...what happens now?"

Solomon was the first one on the bed, tilting your chin to look up at his towering form. "Since it's your first time, maybe you should start with a human before going up against the supernaturals?"

You nodded. You could hear Mammon grunt in annoyance. "Unfair!" Asmo whined. "Damn your advantage, Solomon!" Satan scowled.

All other protests drowned out as he pressed his lips against your parted ones, slipping his tongue in with ease. You reached out to hold him by the shoulders as he pulled you onto his lap.

"You can be the first to take MC, but I don't think they'll mind us lending a hand, would you, MC?" Barbatos joined you on the bed and so did Diavolo. Lucifer turned towards the windows but he knew he was watching you intently in the reflections.

"You're so... beautiful..." Solomon whispered as he undid the buttons on your school uniform. Barbatos and Diavolo pulled down the sleeves so you were only left in your undershirt.

"Indeed. Even your scent is divine." Barbatos latched his mouth on your neck right beneath your ear. Solomon proceeded to suckle your nipples through the thin cloth while undoing your pants. Diavolo kneaded the other side of your chest while stealing kisses off your cheek.

You were soaked faster than you expected, dripping and ready. "Hold on MC, we need to make sure you're stretched out enough to take him. To make sure it hurts less." You watched Barbatos take his glove off with his teeth and coat fingers with your precum and Diavolo followed suit.

"Ah- AHHHHH!" You moaned out load at the introduction of one finger right after the other. As small as you were compared to them, it took them no time at all to find where it pleasures you most.

Beel inched dangerously close to the bed. "Could I have a little taste?" His eyes were trained on your slick and glistening beads of sweat on your back. You nodded lightly. You felt the bed shift with his weight as fell onto Solomon's chest, your ass hoisted up against Beel's mouth.

"Beel! Wait!" The his warm tongue on your cold skin was already too much and you were still so sensitive from the last act. And it took him seconds to go from gentle to feral animal.

"MC...you taste so good...please just a little more." He pleaded. You had tears of overstimulation by the time Solomon pulled you away from him.

"Alright, alright I think my adorable apprentice is more than ready for me now." He huffed annoyed as he pumped his dick against your stomach. You gasped at the sheer size of it. Your head spun knowing that it's only going to get bigger from here on.

He rubbed the tip against your hole before thrusting. You felt full but he wasn't even half way. "So tight for me...don't worry I'll be gentle." He went deeper with every thrust, slowly splitting you open.

"Breathe...don't tense up, relax your muscles. Just like that." It was almost like Solomon was in his room teaching you magic. You whined as he finally fit in all of himself and you whimpered at his size. "That's it. There's my perfect little apprentice."

"Hurry it up already!" You could hear Mammon growl, impatient. You tried to look back at him only to see him undoing his belt, the tent in his pants huge and uncomfortable. In fact, almost everyone had the same problem.

Levi was facing the wall, trying to jerk himself off discreetly. Belphie was sitting down gently rutting against his pillow. Satan was staring intently with crossed arms, sizing you up to imagine everything he wanted to do with you.

Solomon and you came at the same time, gasping and clutching to each other for support. You marked him with your nails and he marked you with his cum pouring out of your hole. "I'm so sorry I couldn't pull out, MC...you felt too good."

"That's it! My turn!" Mammon's patience ran out as he grabbed you by the arms and flipped you over. The sight of Solomon's essence inside you fueled his anger. He was about to fuck you like a dog.

"You need to learn to share, Mammon. MC belongs to all of us, after all." Asmo slithered his way under you somehow, running his dainty fingers up and down your chest, his manicured nails lightly grazing your nipples. "So cute."

"Asmo n-not there!" You trembled at his lips leaving lipstick marks over your tummy and to the sound of Mammon furiously unbuckling his pants. You felt both their erections on your thighs before Mammon shoved two fingers inside you, just to see if you could take him. "You belong to me now. Don't you dare scream anyone else's name but mine."

Latching his lips on yours, he thrust himself inside like a brute. You screamed his name into his mouth through his rough thrusts and tightening grip on your waist. "M-Mammon please not so rough!" You pulled away from his mouth to breathe.

You were barely registering the stretch of Mammon's length when Belphie appeared in front of you sheepishly. "Could you...let me use your mouth?" He ran his fingers over your lips tenderly. You parted your lips for him, half dazed and felt his tip trace your lips before putting it in.

"Couldn't wait his fucking turn. Why ya gotta be so pretty, MC? Hah...fuck you're still so tight.." Mammon hissed at Belphie lazily thrusting inside your mouth. Mammon's rough pace coupled with Belphie's slow one was so overwhelming you came again before long. "So good...so so good for me, MC..." The sleepy demon praised through gasps.

You were crying again as you came on Mammon's dick. He spilled out on your hips, dripping down your thighs. "I can't anymore...not right now...please..." You begged. Asmo cooed and hugged you. You fell asleep on his shoulder.

You woke up to Satan cradling your head on his lap, and Simeon running his fingers through your hair. "Let yourself relax, MC. The rest of us can wait patiently for our turn."

[sweetkiitsunez]

❞ 𝐖𝐞𝐭 𝐕@𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚 - synopsis: being fucked by Michael SHORT

❞warning: dark & nsfw content (18+) + f!sub (afab!reader) + dom!Michael + noncon + knife kink(?) + overestimation + degrade + p to v sex + Threats (bcs Michael threatened to kill MC) + rough sex + Blood (no gore, just blood)

author note: Michael... PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

Michael always prioritizes his God first. He hated you when he saw you in Hell with those King Demons and Nobles Demons surrounding you. He hates seeing your face. Your face reminds him of Solomon that died and his God disappeared. He blames you for everything. He blames you for being born. He blames you for making his one and only God disappear. Instead of killing you... He kidnaps you and brings you Heaven, where he can torture you. He held a held a knife towards your neck. Threatening to kill you in the air as you scream and pleaded for help.

God... if only he could slice your neck right here and watch you bleed. No. He couldn't. He had tossed you in dungeon as he watches you like a helpless animals struggling to escape. He hates it, but seeing you struggles and cries like a helpless animal seems to make him snap. He hates hearing your annoying cries. It's sounds like nails on chalkboard making his ears bleed.

He hates it when you stole his hyung Lucifer away from him sent him on full on rage. He wants to kill you. Kill you until you stopped existing, where he can destroy Hell. He remembers... wrapping his hands on your neck. The pathetic look on your face as tears rolling down your cheeks and your mouth is open as saliva is dripping down your chin. He hates you so much. He can see Gabriel place a mark on your chest for, "food," where the Angels can devour you. However, Michael... Michael wants to kill you for himself. He forbids anyone come inside the dungeon. He will kill them if they did because he wants to kill you for himself.

God... that face that you made did turned him on. The way that your eyes roll back, until... he realized that you are naked. You are covers in marks, bruises and also cuts. He notices a weird, gooey substance on you and on him too. He quickly got his composure back. He realized that... he is fucking you as his cock is dept inside your warm walls. He heard your soft cries. The way that you cried. You look like a weak animal. You are trembling like a leg as you laid on your back on the hard floor of the dungeon. Michael is breathing heavily as he is catching his breath. He doesn't remember what happen. Why are you under him...? The marks, purplish and blueish brusies appears on your skin and cuts on your skin.

"M...Michael..." He heard your soft whimpers of cries. Your eyes are shining and glosses as hot tears rolls down your cheeks.

He remembers now. He is here to kill you. He let out a loud tsk as he grabs your cheek with his one hand as he pulls you to look at his eyes. "You're weak, Solomon of Descendant." He moved his hand as he pulls the back of your hair as you let out a sobs.

"I hate you. I hate you! I hate you!" He toss you on the floor as he grabs your hair again as he slams his hips, thrusting in quite a hardcore pace as your cries echos in the cells. He moves his hands towards your neck, giving it a squeeze. He watches as your eyes rolls back your skull as he kept snapping his hips in a harsh pace, stretching your walls.

"Ah! Ah! M-Mich- Ah! Mm!" Your moans choke into a loud cries. His large cock is thrusting in and out as it's hurting a lot. You honestly had no idea why he hates you. He looks so angry as he is punching you and putting his anger on you.

Your body trembles as your body felt numb. You could feel his cock bulge through your lower abdomen. He is quite bigger than Lucifer and Mammon, but Michael is quite harsh on you, like he is using you as a fleshlight and a toy to pent his frustration on you.

"Fuck-! I hate you... you're nothing, but a flithly slut." He let out a low groans as he squeeze your neck even more. Your mouth opens wider as you are gasping for air like a fish out of water. Your body felt so tired. He is gonna kill you right here and right now. "Take it like a good girl and stop crying."

You tried to escape from him trying to choke you, but he kept squeezing his hand on your neck as his hips snaps harshly as your eyes rolls back as your toes curls.

"Stop pushing, it's won't end well." He threaten as he leans towards your face with a scary threaten look on his face.

"P-please... s-stop..." you choke out crying as you pleaded with him.

"I said no. Did I give permission to talk, flithly whore?" He asks as his eyes is piercing daggers at you. "You'll cum as many times as I want, got it?"

You couldn't say anything as you laid there, covered in flith on you. He is right. You are nothing but a worthless doll to him. He hates you. He would kill anyone who tries to come closer, especially Gabriel and Raphael, who is arguing with him to kill you. However, Michael had a better plan and a better way to kill you, faster and more painful.

He looks at your body. You had passed out as he came inside you, twice. However, he is disappointed that you are not dead. He had summon his weapon as he held above you as his left teary eye is dripping down on his left cheek.

Those lovely bruises, cuts and marks on your body. They're a lovely art masterpiece that he had made.

"Ah, that's what you had been doing the whole time, Michael."

The sound of Gabriel's voice standing behind the cells. His arms is folded as his halo is glowing behind him.

Michael didn't seem to say anything as he still held his weapon in the air as his piercings eyes is still looking at your passed out body covered in fluids and Michael's semen.

"Get out. You are not welcome here." Michael threatened Gabriel. "Don't even touch what is mine."

Gabriel could let out a loud tsk as he mumbled out pathetic under his breath. However, it would be a shame if the Kings Demons, especially... his hyung Lucifer found your lifeless body. He loves his hyung Lucifer. Would be ashamed if he killed you right here and right now. Without hesitant, he wields his knife towards your body, but... he missed as he is breathing heavily. His paranoid personality disorder is acting up again. The knife seems to miss your face as it landed on your tangled hair.

"You really don't deserve this, Solomon of Descendants. I'm going to fucking ruin you."

AHAHAHAHAHAH一 Don't asks how his chastity belt was removed *wink*

[rae-writes]

just a few more

Diavolo, Barbatos, Mephisto + two bonus characters // 3.k wc

     *disclaimer: this is written as poly!romantic mc + all dateables

not only did Mc bag the seven lords of hell, they also ended up bagging the prince, his butler, and his highest ranking noble. Yk, as they should.

a/n : we’re gonna pretend Diavolo didn’t say he couldn’t form a pact with us just bc he’s the prince/future king because I think that’s a load of shi—

It all started with you mentioning how pretty you thought Barbatos’ pact was. You said it casually- in passing- when you and the brothers had been over for tea. They were all fighting (with the exception of Lucifer and maybe Beel and Satan) over who’s pact mark looked the best when you dropped the bomb.

“Come oooon, Mc! You don’t havta pick a favorite or anythin’, just tell us which one looks the best!”

“That’s the same thing, moron!” 

“OI!”

Smiling, you picked the choice least likely to start a fight, “I think Barbatos has a pretty sigil. Solomon showed me once.” Yep- there definitely wasn’t any room to argue when they all had their jaws on the floor. 

Oh, but you sent a shock of heat straight through Barbatos, who was the last one expecting your particular reply. 

Not even the uproar from the brothers or the shit eating grin from his master could make that heat dim. In fact, it only grew stronger at the mischievous smile you sent him.

And then you showed up on the castle’s doorstep, bruised and bleeding, while crying out his name. 

“B-bar— Barba-tos! Barbatos!” it was the only coherent thing he could decipher as he watched you sob violently into his chest, fist clutching his shirt so hard he almost thought it’d rip. 

You’d been in the Devildom for so long now, it was a shock that anything could scare you this badly- but when you managed to choke out that a group of demons ganged up on you, the butler felt searing hot threads of possessiveness and rage grip at him. 

They’d touched you- hurt you. You were probably crying out for him while you fought your attackers and he didn’t hear it. He couldn’t hear it.

The final blow to his wavering resolve came only an hour later : 

“Why didn’t you call one of the brothers? You could’ve gotten fatally wounded if you hadn’t been using your magic.” He was scolding you. 

And you were smiling. “I didn’t want one of them at the time. I wanted you.” 

…oh. 

“B-rb…Ba-rb-os…Barbatos!” 

He blinked, staring at you blankly, “Huh?” Did he really just space out? 

“I said I’m sorry for worrying you and putting my life in danger. I’ll be more careful next time and call on my pacts.” 

Your pacts. Pact. “May I have the pleasure of entering a pact with you?” 

Surprised, you stared at Barbatos like he had three heads for a moment. “Me? A p-pact with me? But I thought—“ 

Barb interrupted by grasping your hands and bringing them to his lips, “If you think I do not trust you, I must ask you to think again.” 

You watched him press your intertwined hands against his chest, where his heart is, before he was leaning closer- closer than he’d ever been. 

“I trust you, Mc. Do you trust me?”

Voice nothing more than a whisper and without a trace of hesitation, “Yes. I’ll make a pact with you- I want to make a pact with you.” 

Barbatos’ eyes darkened ever so slightly as he gave you a genuine smile, “Excellent.”

Then his lips were on yours and your hands broke apart so he could cup your face while yours went straight to his hair and you could faintly feel the tingle of your new bond but kissing him felt too surreal for you to even begin deciphering where it was located. 

7 -> 8

†

Mephisto was certain he only tolerated you due to your closeness with the seven brothers and his lord- it’s all anybody heard him run his mouth about when you were mentioned. But when he got scolded by his kid brother for saying such things about you, he simply decided he had to see what everyone saw in you- and boy, was he straight up beat down with the realization. 

“Good morning, Mc.” 

Without even questioning why he was suddenly speaking to you out of the blue, you smile brightly and stop walking, “Morning, Mephisto! I like your tie, is that one new?” 

He blinks in surprise— you…noticed? “Yes, it is. I thought I might change things up every now and then.” 

“It’s pretty! Like you!” Not even embarrassed at such a bold comment, you point in the direction of the newspaper club’s office (which was opposite of the student council’s- where you were supposed to be going), “I’ll walk you to your office so we can talk some more, yeah? I don’t get to see you much!” 

One day he caught you taking care of his little brother and the feelings just intensified. 

“Now, now, none of that. You’ll make your eyes all swollen-“ you wiped away the boy’s tears, “and then your little head will hurt-“ your hand ruffled his hair playfully, “and we can’t have that, can we?” 

Mephisto watched you carefully doctor his brother’s scraped knee, not noticing his feet were moving until he was right beside you.

Smiling at the excited ‘big brother!’, you glance up in acknowledgment before placing a bandaid over the injury. “All better!” You kiss his knee, giving him another on the forehead before helping him stand. 

And as you and Mephisto watch the younger demon run off with a wave, he can’t help but feel the slightest bit miffed at the kisses you’d given said demon. It must’ve shown too, because—

“Oh, ‘Phisto,” you couldn’t stop giggling, even after you’d grabbed his face and pulled him down, “If you want a kiss, all you have to do is ask.” 

You kissed him on the cheek, patting it afterwards, before leaving with a grin (and leaving him behind with a blush and a hint of possessiveness). 

Not even a full week after that, Mephisto quickly decided that you simply couldn’t go any longer without it. 

“Form a pact with me.” He stamped down the urge to shuffle nervously under your surprised stare, “..please?” 

Your expression slowly morphed into a giddy smile, “I’d love to make a pact with you, ‘phisto.” Feeling the familiar warmth of the forming sigil, you beamed at him. 

He could feel it too; the bond threading itself together— his first (and only) pact. “Mc…” his tongue felt like lead but he knew what he wanted. All he had to do was ask. “May I have a kiss?” 

“As many as you want.” You sounded breathless as you brushed over his lips with your own, connecting them eagerly once he grabbed onto your hips. 

He nearly jumps when you grab onto his tie, though he steels himself and pulls you even closer, not daring to break the kiss for more than a couple seconds at a time. Now that he’s felt this…Mephisto doesn’t think he can live without it. 

8 -> 9

†

Your pact with Diavolo, while he truly wanted to have that relationship and bond with you, mostly happened due to childish jealousy. He’d dealt with your happy ramblings about your pact with Barbatos for months, but then…

“Another pact? With Mephisto? How ever did you manage that?” 

Either you didn’t notice the strain in Diavolo’s voice or you simply didn’t bother pointing it out, your smile stayed as you hummed happily. 

“I didn’t really do anything. ‘Phisto just came up to me all of a sudden and asked to make a pact.” 

“He asked?” If Diavolo wasn’t bothered before, he sure was now. Mephistopheles in a pact? It was simply unheard of, and now, he was the only demon in your group without a pact with you. “I see…”

It was such a petty feeling, because truly, he was thrilled for all of his friends— Diavolo just felt undeniably left out despite no one treating it that way [but him].

“I swear if the four of you stubborn bastards don’t take a break, I’ll make you!” giving a deadpan stare, you crossed your arms and stood in front of the demons seated at the student council table. 

Mephisto relented immediately, having heard of what exactly you can do with your pacts, and chose to go get some coffee. Lucifer- after a quick staredown- followed the noble, but not without leaving a kiss on your hand in silent ‘thanks’. Barbatos and Diavolo, however, remained in their spots.

“I appreciate the sentiment, Mc, but we really must finish; these are documents for RAD’s-”

“Barbatos. Take a break.” you watched his hands release the papers involuntarily, smiling at his incredulous stare, “At least go eat something. Please.” when Barb reluctantly stood from his chair, you turned to Diavolo and leaned to rest your forehead against his. “Just because I can’t make you, doesn’t mean you’re exempt from this. Up- come on.” 

And while his heart was practically beating out of his chest at the care you showed for him, that ugly jealousy still churned inside him at the clear display of difference in your relationships between him and the others. 

Everything finally bubbled over the day you confessed to him :

“Apologies, Mc, but could you…repeat that?” 

Ducking your head to hide the flush of your cheeks, you fiddled with your fingers, “I like you, Dia- if that wasn’t already obvious, and Barbatos and a few of the others agreed that I should tell you and ask if you’d like to date me too…”

Diavolo answered a bit too fast and desperate for his liking, “Yes! I-I mean, yes, I would be overjoyed to be in a relationship with you, Mc.” 

“But?” you squinted, knowing something was- and had been for a while- on his mind. “What’s wrong? You’ve been like this for weeks.”

“Nothing is wrong, I just…” Follow his heart or follow the rules? “I just want to be in a pact with you like all the others.” he averted his eyes, feeling childish when he spoke those feelings aloud. 

You only giggled, “That’s it, huh? I would love to enter a pact with you, Dia. Wait- are you even allowed? As the prince and future king, I mean?”

As soon as you agreed, his hands were already cupping your face, “I don’t care-” his lips finally, finally met yours as his feet began moving, walking you backwards until you hit the wall, “-I decide what I want and I’ve wanted you for so long, been jealous of the others for so. long.”

With the pact etching itself into your skin, you couldn’t deny him anything in that moment, completely enamored with the way Diavolo was practically begging for you, still, even though he already had you. 

9 -> 10

+bonus

When Simeon fell completely, wings black and horns protruding from his head, he desperately needed something to ground him while he worked through his new body and new status. 

“They’re so pretty, Si.” You were brushing through his wings softly, smiling at the contrast it brought to your glittery nails, “Your horns, too.” 

Simeon shifted, nervous despite your words at letting anyone else see his new form. “Do you really think so?” his spine straightened at the feeling of your lips pressing kisses down his back. 

“I do. You’re so beautiful- angel, human, or demon.” Nuzzling your head into his neck, you smiled against the skin, “In fact, I’m going to have to fight off so many demons just to keep you to myself.”

That made him chuckle, body relaxing into yours easily, “Nonsense…that might be quite a sight, though.” 

Adjusting wasn’t hard— he thinks he had an easier time at it than the brothers, but he couldn’t help but feel something was missing.

It was difficult to not fiddle with his outfit, but in Simeon’s defense, this was his first time at one of Diavolo’s formal parties as a demon— and the first time everyone saw his demon form. 

Tsking, you gently slapped his hands away and re-straightened his shirt. “Don’t pay any attention to the staring. You’re just too pretty to look away from.” 

He knew it was because, in all technicalities, he was a fallen angel, even if he’d been human before this. But he also knew that if anyone was an expert in unwanted spotlight attention, it was you. 

“I’ll try not to, thank you, Mc.” Simeon smiled at your pleased expression, “May I have this first dance?” 

As the night went on, he watched you dance with the other nine demons (and with the other members of Purgatory Hall). Everything was like it always was- nothing changed after he became a demon. Still though….

“Simeon!” you called out with a bright smile, hand waving him over to join the dancing circle you, Mammon, and Asmo had created. 

He felt as if there was something absent in him, something he couldn’t describe. “I’m coming.” 

Finally, Simeon figured out the missing puzzle piece. 

Laying with you, clad in only your underwear, always brought him a sense of love and tranquility. He simply couldn’t get over how vulnerable and exposed you were willing to be around him.

“Siiimeonnn~” you sang, laughing when his eyes fluttered sleepily. Your fingers carded through his hair, making him hum in delight, and you hummed right back at the faint feeling of his nails tracing over your pacts. 

He continues to trace the slightly raised skin, not thinking too much about it until you mumble something about how he’s always had a fascination for the marks adorning your body. At that, Simeon sits up quickly, all traces of tiredness gone.

You follow his lead worriedly, “Simeon? What’s-”

“Make a pact with me. Please, Mc, please, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more- I knew something was missing when I became a demon and now I know it’s because everyone else is bonded to you but me. I couldn’t have that with you as an angel or human but I can now. Please, Mc, allow me to be selfish just this once.”

“Oh, Si…” there was an undeniable warmth blooming in your chest. “You never needed a pact to feel bonded to me— you’ve always been perfect the way you are.” 

Simeon let out a shaky breath, allowing you to shift closer while his heart thumped wildly in anticipation. 

You moved even closer, and closer still, until you were practically in his lap. “You can be as selfish as you want with me. I’m yours, and now-“ your lips brushed, “-you belong to me, in turn. I’m honored you trust me enough for this, Simeon, of course I’ll make a pact with you.” 

And although your lips have met in this dance time and time again in the past, and will surely do the same in the future, it still sent shivers down his spine and heat to his face. 

When his hands move to trace your pacts out of habit again, his is the first he finds- guided by your own hands- and devils does that make Simeon’s head spin; he’s finally complete.

10 -> 11

++extra reverse!bonus [no specific demon form]

For someone with 72 pacts and ongoing shameless attempts at getting Lucifer into one, it surprisingly didn’t occur to Solomon once you became a demon (in his defense, he was more focused on your well being and adjustment). 

“You need to stop scratching, Mc. I know it itches, but you’re going to get an infection. You’ll get used to them eventually.” 

While he was lecturing, you were practically boneless in his lap, keening as he softly rubbed your horns and applied ointment on the irritated areas. 

“Are you even listening to me?” He huffed in false annoyance, feeling a smile fight its way onto his face when you whined at the loss of his touch. 

Nudging your head against his hand, you stubbornly huffed right back. “Yes. Don’t be mean- feels good. You're so sweet to me…” 

“Don’t get used to it, darling apprentice. You’ll learn how to do this yourself eventually, too.” 

And while you did in fact get the hang of caring for your own demon form, you simply enjoyed when he did it instead. 

“You know, each of the ten demons you have wrapped around your finger would jump at the chance to help you.” 

You hummed in agreement, curling in on yourself at the blissful feeling of Solomon grooming your extra appendage(s). 

He lifts a brow, “And yet I’m still called, why? No complaints here of course, but I am curious.” 

“Want you.” Stretching, you shift onto his lap to be closer, “Don’t you want me anymore, Sol?” 

Solomon inhales sharply, tilting his head so you have more room where you’re nipping at his pulse point with your sharpened canines, “Of course I do, Mc.” 

The lightbulb finally goes off in his brain when he catches you glaring at his bare upper body, to which he’s all too happy to oblige you : 

“What’s with that look?” Based on the tone of his voice, he very well knew what said ‘look’ was for. 

You bared your teeth anyway. “You’re mine.” nails scratched over the pacts on his lower stomach as your hands gripped and prodded at every small inch of bare skin you could see. 

Solomon wanted to see just how possessive a new demon could get. Did you have those instincts yet, especially since he was already yours beforehand? “I am. So why don’t you prove it?” 

“Gladly.” Your voice came out as a low growl, hands finally coming to a stop when your fingers brushed ever so slightly below his belt. “I think mine will go riiight…here.” You pressed down over his pelvis firmly. 

He tried not to stutter, “o-oh?” but he could feel the blush snaking up his face. 

“Make a pact with me, Solomon. ‘S not fair you have so many marks but mine…mine’ll be the prettiest, though…especially on you.” 

“Fuck- yes, I’ll form a pact with you, Mc—“ Solomon’s back arches at your pact etching into his skin, having forgotten the feeling, but the knowledge that it’s yours makes it all the more better. 

“mine, mine, mine. Is this proof enough, or do I need to prove it further?”

[captain-hawks]

rise & shine

belphegor x f!reader

summary: you accidentally fall asleep in Belphegor’s bed, and when you wake up, innocent morning snuggling is clearly the last thing on either of your minds.

word count: 2.2k

content: 18+ ONLY, NSFW, smut, fingering, handjob, oral fixation, tail kink, biting kink, unprotected p in v, morning sex, creampie, cockwarming, referenced poly relationships, referenced consensual somnophilia

When you rouse from sleep, you’re momentarily disoriented as lazily you reach out to swipe your D.D.D. off of the end table beside your bed, only to find your hand limply swatting at empty air. Cracking open one bleary eye, you quickly realize you’re not in your room. As if in answer to the silent question ringing in your head, a warm huff of air curls against the back of your neck.

Belphie.

A jolt of panic floods your veins when you realize you must have fallen asleep while lying in his bed in the attic watching movies with him last night. Your face heats up with embarrassment, and you’re just about to attempt to slip out from under the covers when an arm snakes around your waist.

Belphegor’s tired, gravelly voice mumbles against your hair, “Where are you going?”

So much for avoiding an awkward moment.

Turning your head slightly to glance back at Belphie, you offer him a weak smile. “Sorry for the uh…impromptu sleepover.”

He frowns when you go to move again, pulling you flush against the heat of his body, and it’s a battle not to melt back into his touch. “You think I’m upset about that?”

“Well…” you trail off, and he lets out a contrary noise.

Belphie noses the back of your neck, sending a shiver of delight down your spine, and you can feel the smile on his face as his lips gently make contact with your skin. “Let’s stay in bed a little longer.”

Your heart flutters in your chest at his insistence, and you press your face into the pillow as you grin. But while it comes as no surprise that the Avatar of Sloth is in no rush to peel back the covers of his plush duvet, it’s only when you finally allow yourself to press back into his solid frame that you realize perhaps going back to sleep isn’t quite what he had in mind.

You’ve spent more nights than you’d care to admit sprawled naked across the lush sheets of your bed at the House of Lamentation, fingers desperately plunging into the heat between your thighs, Belphegor’s name a near-silent prayer on your lips. Because despite the way most of the demons and otherworldly beings at RAD have become more than a little bit enamored with you during your time in the Devildom, the one curled up in bed with you now has been the most aloof, leaving you to eagerly crave the rare moments where flirtatious comments fall from his lips, when you can spy a brief flicker of desire flare up in his violet eyes, when his fingers linger a moment longer than necessary against your own. 

And now, you’re belatedly realizing that the fantasy of your fingers was a far cry from the large, firm shaft pressing heavily against your backside. The embers of desire that have long-since been burning for Belphie now flare red-hot in your gut, and you nearly whimper out loud as your pussy weakly clenches down on nothing in response. 

If Belphie were one of the others, you might drag this out. You might roll over and lazily kiss him for a little while first, like you did with Beel. Or perhaps you’d tease him and make him work for it—which you’d shamelessly done with Solomon. While you hold the sound in, you nearly snort at the memory of Lucifer insisting on taking you out to dinner first before he ended up fucking you right there in the entryway of the House of Lamentation after you’d returned anyway—much to the dismay of Satan, who happened to be on his way upstairs with his nose buried in a book. 

But Belphie.

Bephie.

Fuck, you’re so wet already.

Running late for your movie night, you’d hurried over to Belphie’s room fresh out of the shower, only realizing after you’d stepped inside that you’d forgotten to slip on a pair of underwear beneath the soft, cotton shorts hugging your hips. Now, unhindered by the extra material, you can feel a slick trail of arousal leaking from your cunt and sopping into your shorts.  

You can lay in bed lazily kissing Belphie all that you want later, carding your fingers through his soft hair as a low grumble of contentment escapes his pouty lips. You’ll let him indulge in every inch of you with a type of greed that would make Mammon look generous.

But now? 

Right now, while each and every one of your nerve endings is still pleasantly sensitive from the soft edges of sleep lingering in your system, you need to feel him inside of you. You can’t wait any longer.

And when you finally rock back into him, grinding your ass against his erection, Belphie gets the message loud and clear. He hums, pleased, and you can feel the vibration reverberate in his chest. Fingers beginning to roam across the expanse of skin beneath the t-shirt you’d fallen asleep in, Belphie makes a beeline for your breasts, eliciting a whine from you as he begins to massage them.

“You like it when I touch you here?” he asks, voice a quiet rasp. 

He experimentally rolls your peaked nipples between his digits, and all you can do is nod in response.

“But what about here?” 

His hand trails down your stomach, dipping just below the waistband of your shorts, and you can hear the audible hitch in his breath when he realizes you’ve forgone underwear entirely. 

Chuckling, he slowly slides his fingers lower. “Did you forget something?”

One hooked digit reaches out, gently dragging against your swollen clit.

“It was an accident,” you breathe out, far too aroused to try to lace any faux innocence into your tone.

“Hmm,” Belphie muses, running his teeth along the nape of your neck. “Are you sure? Because I swear I’ve heard you whining my name in your room late at night.”

Fuck.

Before you can come up with a witty comeback, he adds, “Sometimes I can hardly make it back to my own room before I start touching myself thinking about those cute little sounds you make.”

Oh.

Rocking into his touch, you reply, “Why didn’t you ever just knock?”

You can almost hear the smirk on his face as he answers, “Because I wanted to wait until you’d had your fill of everyone else first to show you what you’ve really been missing.”

At that, you feel the tip of Belphie’s tail brush against your leg, and there’s something undeniably possessive about the way it wraps around your bare thigh, the normally prickly areas along it now flat and soft to the touch as it caresses you. 

“So fucking wet for me,” he murmurs with a groan as he slides two fingers through your slick folds. 

“Belphie, please,” you whine, pressing down against his digits.

“If I’d have known you were this impatient, I would have let you wake up with me inside you,” he whispers against the shell of your ear, and you know the words are more of a question than a statement. 

“Next time,” you confirm, cunt already aching with anticipation at the thought of Belphie sliding his cock into your needy hole while you’re still asleep. And because you know what your words will do to him, you add, “You’re the only one that I’ll let do that.”

A small growl of pleasure crawls up his throat at the admission, and he heeds your desperation by plunging two fingers into your pussy.

“Belphie,” you moan, biting your bottom lip hard as his dexterous digits curl inside of you.

“I love it when you say my name,” he rasps, letting your arousal coat his palm as he fucks you with his fingers.

But even after he adds a third digit, it’s still not enough to quell the ravenous desire rapidly crawling up and down your spine. When you reach back to grasp his cock through his sleep pants, Belphie groans, rocking his hips into your touch. As you begin to push down both layers of fabric covering his shaft, he’s quick to shove them off, his length hot and heavy in your hands when you begin to pump it.

The lazy confidence in Belphie’s voice falters as you stroke his cock, and he gasps your name when you slide your thumb over the bead of precum leaking from the tip. 

“Wanna fuck you,” he pants, jerking into your touch while he continues to stroke the wet walls of your cunt. 

In response, you tug aside the loose hem of your shorts, not even bothering to shuck them off. You push yourself back into Belphie’s cock, keening at the feeling of the head bluntly pressing against your damp slit, and he pulls his sticky digits from your cunt to tightly grasp your hip.

The sound that leaves your mouth is somewhere between a gasp and a strangled moan when he begins to ease the gratuitous length of his cock into your wet hole, your cunt greedily clenching down on each and every inch as he stretches you open. 

Morning sex, by default, is always a wonderful affair of tired, tender pleasure that never fails to leave your toes curling and your back arching as your heavy eyelids are nearly on the verge of fluttering shut once more. 

But with Belphie?

With Belphie, it’s more than you could have ever imagined.

Once he stuffs his shaft in to the hilt, he begins to ease it back out again, soon falling into a steady rhythm pushing and pulling through your tight, clenching walls. And there’s just something about the way he holds you, the way his fingers flutter across your collarbone, lips pressing chaste kisses along the side of your neck, his hair tickling your cheek, the whispers of your name leaving his lips. 

You’re still so tired and sensitive, and Belphie knows it. 

He revels in it, your whimper as he presses a kiss to the sensitive patch of skin just below your ear before dragging his teeth along the hinge of your jaw. The breathy pant when he teasingly pulls his cock out and drags along your wet slit for but a moment (and the quiet, choked out moan that follows when he slides it back in).

“So fucking tight,” he groans at the slick sound of his length being swallowed into the warmth of your pussy again. “I’m not gonna last.”

Any stray, wandering thoughts you’ve had in the past about the dexterity of Belphie’s tail are obliterated at the feeling of it brushing over your sex. With the soft end resting against your stomach, he presses the solid part into your clit, moving it in a circular motion as he continues to fuck you.

“Holy shit,” you moan at the added stimulation, the pleasure slowly creeping through your abdomen now dripping through your limbs like molten lava. He increases the pressure, shifting the hand gently resting against the side of your neck to cup your jaw. At the feeling of his thumb sliding over your bottom lip, you can’t help but dart your tongue out, and you hear a pleased sound in your ear as Belphie experimentally prods with his pointer and middle fingers.

“Fuck,” he breathes out when you readily take his fingers into your mouth, sucking on them while your cunt squelches with each stroke of his cock as he massages your sensitive bundle of nerves with his tail. Drool begins to slide out of your mouth and onto the pillow beneath you as you slide your tongue along his digits, the taste of you still lingering on them.

And just when tears are on the verge of slipping down your cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure cresting within you, the thick coil of tension in your gut snaps loose, and you moan around Belphie’s fingers as you writhe with the force of your climax.

Belphie knows you want him to come inside of you, he’s smelled the lingering scent of the others’ leftover spend dripping down your thighs day in and day out. But he asks anyway, only for you to reach behind and tightly grab his hip, nearly impaling yourself on his cock as you force him to bottom out inside of you, silently begging for it. 

And he’s nearly feral with it now—the thought of the two of you going down for breakfast, his cum still sloshing around in your pretty little pussy, eyes half-lidded in your sated state. The conspiratorial look you’ll give him from across the table as you feel his cum soaking into your uniform.

Maybe one of his brothers will try to fuck you afterward, only to find a load of his cum leaking out of you. 

Or maybe he’ll have to take you back upstairs to fill you up one more time himself before class. 

—because now that he’s had you. Belphie’s not sure he’s ever going to be able to get enough.

Belphie can’t help the way his teeth latch onto the soft skin at the junction between your shoulder and neck as his orgasm hits him, and you gasp out in pleasure as he bites down hard while he spills himself deep inside of you. And when he eventually stills, rather than moving away, Belphie just snuggles in closer and wraps his arms around you.

“It’s too early, let’s sleep a little longer,” he yawns, cock still buried inside of your cum-filled cunt as he curls against you and tangles his ankles with yours.

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[konigbabe]

heavenly sin

Pairing: RE4!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader

Word count: 3.4k

Tags/warnings: smut (pure unfiltered filth, no plot); voice kink; p-in-v sex; unprotected sex; female gendered anatomy; female masturbation; fingering; cunnilingus; established relationship; no y/n; references to Christianity and ferocity; extensive wordplay

Summary: It's been known that Leon is one kinky bastard.

A/N: Written as part of my A to Z kinks game. N is for narratophilia aka being aroused by sexual storytelling.

Tried something a little bit different to explore my knowledge of English. A wordplay of sorts (I basically threw random words together in hopes that it'd make some sense). Bon Appetit.

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“You enjoying yourself?” As Leon discards his gloves, casting them aside like insignificant relics, you feel the pillow crumple beneath his weight. A testament to the force of his being. The air feels sizzling hot, thick with heat and suffocating in its intensity. “If I knew my words would get you so riled up,” his other hand cups your breast, thumb circling the erected nipple and watching as goosebumps rise over the sensitive skin, “I’d do this much sooner.”

It started as a joke, a fleeting spark in the sea of banter. Leon’s flirtatious nature entwined in perfect harmony with his tender heart.

Fresh out of the shower, your heart longed for the man whose sudden departures have become routine. A standard in your life.

The sun made its final descent below the horizon, the sky painted in shades of amber and gold – the bedroom awash in a warm and inviting glow, as if every object was kissed by the sun's final rays. The light filtered through the sheer curtains, creating patterns on the floor that danced like flickering flames.

And in the midst of it all, Leon's call came through, cutting through the stillness.

The conversation began innocently. Calling to let you know he’ll be home soon. It was as though his tenderness was butterfly's wings, fluttering in your chest and making your heart skip a beat.

His sincere words slowly spilt over into something else. Something more. Something promising.

It’s now that the phone lies next to your ear, and Leon's voice, like a silk ribbon, unwinds into your consciousness, stirring a deep and primal desire within you. Building the anticipation need inside you.

“After that, I’d bent you over the table. You’d already be naked and dripping,” Leon’s voice a song of Solomon, “but I’d be far from done with you.”

A gasp, soft and quiet, escapes your parted lips. Every fibre of your body, every cell is set on fire. The setting sun casting flames over your naked skin of yours. Flesh burning. Body wrapped in a cocoon of passionate flames – your palm pressing against the sensitive nub, the pressure light as a feather. Slow, languid strokes of your fingers follow Leon’s words.

Muscles tightening as the pressure keeps adding with each sentence. Slow and steady. With a pace of a gentle stream. Dipping one finger deep inside your slick walls, only to stop when you reach fully inside.

A stream of docile moans flows from your throat.

“Just to feel you take my cock. Hear those gorgeous gasps as you beg me to give it to you,” hand gripping the messed-up sheets underneath you, squeezing tight as you add another finger, curling them upwards.

“Rough, just how you like it. Pretty sure we’d break the table,” Leon’s words are accompanied by a light chuckle, hiding much more sinister and vivid ideas inside his head.

The way his name rolls off your tongue makes him cuss. Your voice carries the weight of longing, desire, and devotion. Making Leon wish to finally be home.

“Fuck. Could spend all day between those lovely legs of yours.” Leon’s voice descends to a low murmur, tinged with raw, feral hunger.

With a touch as tender as a butterfly’s wing, thumb circling the aching nub of nerves; it ignites a wildfire of ecstasy within your body. As you lightly graze your opening, feeling the softness of your slick walls, a delicate gasp escapes your mouth, akin to a prayer of submission to this moment of pure passion and pleasure.

“Just to taste that pretty pussy of yours on my tongue.”

Leon's voice pours into the phone, rich and sinful. You hear the front door open with a soft creak, the sound echoing through your body. He's finally home, his presence filling your senses with a heady aroma of musk and lust, a tantalizing potion that you can't resist.

He gazes at you with eyes like storm clouds brewing with desire. The air is thick with the scent of sex and your yearning, hanging in the dimly lit bedroom, resembling a heavy fog. You keep your gaze locked with his, transfixed as Leon strides in, his figure outlined by the glow of light seeping in from the hallway.

You don’t stop–

–instead, your fingers delve deeper. Nails grazing the tender walls, the slight discomfort only adding to the pleasure. Like a deer caught in headlines, your eyes stay on his.

The sound of your slickness echoes in the room as you thrust in and out, unconsciously matching the rhythm of Leon's steps – left in, right out, left in, right out – a dance of carnal desire.

And just like that, he stands on the side of the bed.

Leon’s eyes gleam with a fierce intensity. A perfect blend of predatory sensuality and effortless ease. With the grace of a pather; clad in a black henley shirt, the first two buttons undone, exposing the slight curve of his clavicles. It molds to his chiseled form as though it was a second skin, making Leon exude a primal magnetism that draws you closer to your high.

Spellbound by the scene in front of him – by you; fingers deep inside, eyes glazed over with orgasmic ecstasy as your work yourself to your high.

The air is thick with the sweet scent of your desire, a heady aroma that fills his senses with an overwhelming urge to indulge in your rapture.

He steps closer, placing one knee on the bed. The mattress creaks under his weight, but his gaze never leaves yours. It's as if you're the only person in the world that matters to him right now. The heat emanating from his body is palpable, and you feel your heart race as his presence commands the room.

“You enjoying yourself?”

His tone is low. A seductive purr sends a wave of electricity through your veins. Hot like molten lava. Dripping like honey, sweet and luscious. They linger in the air, coating everything around you with a sticky warmth.

His name leaves your lips in a deep sigh. Soft walls squeeze your fingers.

As he discards his fingerless gloves, casting them aside like insignificant relics, you feel the pillow crumple beneath his weight. A testament to the force of his being. The air feels sizzling hot, thick with heat and suffocating in its intensity.

Leon’s arm flexes, the sinewy muscles bulging when put to work. Your eyes lock onto his, drinking in the raw masculinity and primal allure of his being. A contented moan escapes your lips, an instinctive reaction to the overwhelming sensuality of the moment.

“If I knew my words would get you so riled up,” his other hand cups your breast, thumb circling the erected nipple and watching as goosebumps rise over the sensitive skin, “I’d do this much sooner.”

His towering form casts a shadow over you as he leans closer. Lips so close you can almost taste the desire that emanated from him. The heat of his breath dances across your skin, making your senses swirl in a dizzying haze of lust; igniting a fire that burns with the intensity of Samson's strength.

“Wanna gimme a kiss?” he whispers, his lips almost brushing against yours. You’re still able to feel the soft graze of the plump skin atop of yours, sending a fluttering sensation to your heart.

You can't help but feel intoxicated by his voice, each word rolling off his tongue with a silky smoothness that sends shivers down your spine. It's almost like he's casting a spell, using his voice as a weapon to ensnare you in his grasp. And you willingly surrender, caught in the web of his honeyed words; like Delilah, powerless to his will, swept away by the power of his seduction.

Lips grazing his, you push your face upwards to be closer. The kiss is both gentle and fierce; a tantalizing dance of lips and tongues that leaves you breathless and wanting more. The taste of him a mix of mint and spice. You stop the movement of your wrist between your legs. Stilling, feeling the wet squeeze around your fingers, your mind becomes a blank canvas, a vast expanse of nothingness.

The taste of him lingers on your tongue as he pulls away. Thick fingers wrapping around your wrist, he nudges your fingers out of you. A displeased grunt leaves your lips at the sudden emptiness. Only to have your breath stop; watching as Leon brings your hand, fingers visibly sticky with your juices, tongue swirling around the tip of your index finger before taking two of the fingers in his mouth. It’s as if he’s tasting the forbidden fruit, savoring the flavor of your arousal like the sweetest nectar.

Feeling the wet tip of his tongue swirl around your fingers, you can’t help but let out a soft moan. The rough texture brushes over the pads of your fingers. Licking every drop of you off of your fingers, leaving them clean before he licks his own lips.

“Missed that taste.”

His eyes never leave yours, dark and intense with desire as he slowly releases your hand.

“Missed you almost that much too.”

His words wash over you like a warm embrace, seeping into your pores and settling deep within your bones. As his body moves over yours, his hands glide across the burning expanse of your skin, tracing patterns of passion that leave you breathless in anticipation. The soft touch of his lips on your navel sends ripples of pleasure through your body, each sensation building on the last until you're gasping for air.

Leon sinks to his knees at the end of the bed; his movements smooth and graceful. Years of never-ending training left him in full control of every muscle. Arms sliding underneath your knees, he holds you firmly as he grips your hips with unyielding strength.

A single tug. Confident in its prosecution. He brings you to the edge of the bed, your glistening cunt hovering in front of his face. The sight of him there, between your legs, both captivating and overwhelming.

The wet tip of his tongue peaks from within his kiss-bruised lips.

Before you know it, you’re completely undone. A mess. Leon's tongue turns your body into a temple of pleasure; his movements sinuous and calculated. With each flick and swirl of his tongue, he's coaxing you to heights of ecstasy.

His tongue traces every inch of your throbbing cunt, flicking and teasing your clit as you squirm beneath him, one hand grasping his soft hair while the other squeezes your breast. His fingers, thick and rough, plunge deep inside of you, finding all the right spots to drive you wild. Each thrust of his hand sends jolts of pleasure through your body, making you moan and writhe with need.

"Such a fucking filthy little thing," he growls against your skin, the heat of his breath making you shiver. He devours you with his mouth and hands, taking you to the brink of ecstasy and back again; fingers scissoring and pumping, working you over until you're a quivering mess of desire.

The blunt pressure of the tips of his fingers pressing mildly against your inner walls sending pinnacles of bliss across your body until you’re mewling at the sharp pleasure that ripples down your spine.

You claw at the sheets, unable to control the waves of sensation that crash over you.

And then, with a final, shuddering gasp, you let yourself go, your body convulsing in waves of pure pleasure. Ecstasy; Leon’s name a sweetened melody on the tip of your tongue.

He stands up afterwards, a towering figure before your eyes. Your aching legs fall from his shoulders onto the bed. Leon looms over you, appearing almost god-like, a divine being sent to ravage you with its passion.

Disposing of his shirt, you lay on the bed motionless, senses on high and in anticipation as you watch the man strip. With every article of clothing that comes off, Leon’s body reveals itself in all its glory. Shoulders and chest sculptured, shaped by years of intense training. Someone who’s worked hard to achieve such a physique. Rippling muscles that flex with every movement he makes. His arms thick with veins and biceps that bulge with raw strength, capable of holding you up effortlessly. You can see every ridge of his abs, each one chiseled to perfection.

“Enjoyin’ the view?” he rasps after ridding himself of the last article while you shamelessly stare at Leon’s sheer size and the strength of him.

“Very much,” you breathe out when he crawls on top of you.

His cock rests atop your stomach, heavy and pulsing with need; leaking as he marks you in his precum. Yet, neither of you moves. Unbothered, you remain locked in his gaze before his lips capture yours in a short passionate kiss. Drawn together by the irresistible pull of gravity, your lips meet in a collision of desire and longing.

Legs wrapping high around his waist, his hand leaves the side of your neck and travels the side of your body, igniting a trail of heat as it goes. Leon strokes the length of your thigh, only stopping when his fingers rest under your knee momentarily. Then you feel the blunt tip press against your aching cunt. The anticipation inside you unravels like a tightly wound spool, releasing a flood of sensations that spreads throughout your body.

“Ready?” he breathes out; his warm breath tickles your skin as his lips brush against yours once again.

The silky texture of his hair brush against your fingertips. Legs tightening around his upper body, you pull him closer to you. “Yeah.”

The pressure against your throbbing cunt intensifies as Leon presses forward. The crown of his cock splits you open with ease, enveloping him. Welcoming him eagerly in your wet heat. As if he belongs there.

Leon’s touch’s electric, sending shivers down your spine as he claims you with each bite and kiss. His teeth graze your chin, softly nibbling at the skin as he lets out a guttural grunt. Keeping one hand on the side of your neck, possessive and tender, surely to feel the rapid pulse of your jugular vein, he hooks his thumb underneath your jaw and pushes upwards.

When your head is tilted upwards enough to his satisfaction, his lips latch on the front of your neck. Small, quick bites decorate the stretched skin. Followed by a wet kiss, he sucks on the skin. Vulnerable and exposed.

Moans cascade from your lips, an ode to his cock splitting you apart slowly. A divine intrusion into your depths, filling you.

He stills when he’s buried balls deep inside of you; bottoms out in your quivering walls, slick with post-orgasmic arousal.

The feeling of fullness, of being completely filled, is almost too much to bear. Your breath hitches in your throat, body trembling with pleasure as it strains to accommodate him; to make enough space to take him in.

Your eyes flatter shut as he waits, face nuzzling into the crook of your neck while his hand cups the underside of your breast with his thumb teasing your nipple in a leisurely manner.

A moment of content falls between you. Bodies molded together; two halves of a whole.

After a few seconds, you press the sole of your feet into his skin, feeling the taunt muscle contract underneath you.

A subtle but unmistakable gesture. A wordless plea for more.

A fuck me of sorts.

Your body speaks volumes, a language he's learned to decipher. And with a low growl, he responds to your invitation. A low roll of his hips. A test of your readiness. It becomes a measured beat that tests your strength, the pressure of his cock firmly pressed against the walls of your cervix.

It has you sent into a harmonious frenzy.

Leon continues with the rhythm. Relishing in the tight squeeze of your cunt, in the way you sing for him, his name a sacred hymn on your lips. Your body responds eagerly to his touch, every nerve ending on fire as pleasure courses through you.

His hands sear a blazing trail on your burning flesh. Every touch feels as if he’s branding you, etching himself onto your skin.

The wetness of his lips causes goosebumps to raise on your skin. Moving like a reverent prayer. Worship of your body as his tongue swipes over your sensitive nipples.

Your name escapes his lips and is met with a low moan.

Tantalizing and peaceful.

Leon’s unhurried movements slowly transform into something more. Rough and hasty. Teeth nibbling at your jawline, feeling the bone underneath the skin, your nails bite into the tight muscle of his shoulder blades. Surely to leave indents that will bloom into bruises and marks. Your back arch, offering yourself up to him as you focus on meeting his thrusts.

As his hand wanders down the length of your body, his fingers dance along the curves of your waist and hips before grazing the globes of your ass; giving it a rough squeeze before wrapping his fingers under your knee and pulling away from your neck.

Meanwhile, his other hand braces his body weight by your face. Leon’s fingers entwine around your ankle. Pushing your leg up and over his shoulder, you moan over the painful stretch of your hamstring as he gazes at you.

He moves with a frenzied urgency. Lowering himself to rest on his elbows, his fingers find their way to your clit.

The way he flicks over the sensitive nub elicits a series of moans and cries from you only to be silenced by his lips crashing onto yours.

The kiss is wet and messy. Hungry. Both of you eager to take and dominate, his tongue dancing with yours in a frenzied manner.

It's like he's a man possessed, lost in the rhythm of his movements and the feel of your body beneath him. You writhe and moan, lost in a haze of sensation and desire as he takes you higher towards that ultimate release. That sweet orgasm. Every motion is a symphony, a perfect blend of power and finesse, as he explores the contours of your body with a deep hunger.

Mind becoming blurry, your senses are consumed by the raw, primal desire Leon elicits with his thrusts. Moving to brace himself better, it feels impossible when you feel the blunt pressure hit even deeper than before. Gasping, you move your hips, trying to take him as deep as possible.

The smell of sweat and sex fills the air, and you can hear the sound of skin slapping against the skin as Leon moves with increasing speed and intensity. His determination to tear you apart only grows each time your hips meet, sending bolts of electricity throughout your every cell. His thumb flicks over your clit, applying pressure and circling the aching bud until you’re quivering underneath the mass of a man above you. Inside you.

The sound of his grunts and moans blends into a symphony of pleasure, each note building up the tension within you. You feel like a volcano on the brink of eruption, bubbling with molten passion until it finally snaps. Erupts.

A tidal wave of pleasure washes over you. Sweeping you in a vortex of delight. A thousand stars explode in your mind, each one brighter than the last, painting your vision with vibrant colors. Your body convulses, spasming in rhythm with the waves of pleasure that ripple through you.

Gasps leave your lips. Desperate for air, you cling to Leon, whose thrusts never wavered. Whose fingers continue to tease your clit, now throbbing and exploding with sensitivity. His eyes lock on yours, lips parted with low moans escaping from between before you bring his face down to you, swallowing each cry of pleasure but eventually, he pulls away.

You watch as Leon’s eyes snap shut, brows furrowing in pleasure as he stills. His full length buried inside of your spasming cunt, filling you up with his cum.

Your body’s spent. Yet your mind’s still reeling from the sheer intensity as Leon remains buried inside; his breath ragged and uneven before he pulls out with measured slowness, teasing your oversensitive clit with a gentle tap. You shudder at the sensation of him trickling out of you.

“Hi.”

The simple word leaves your mouth in a breathless whisper. A mere welcome that was meant to be addressed when he first entered your home instead of now. A warmth spreads through your body, settling low in your belly as you take in the sight of him; the way his blond hair falls across his forehead, resembling a halo of an angel. Cheeks tinted in light pink and lips curved into a small smile as he looks at you.

“Hi.”

[projectbluearcadia]

Weird shower thought fantasy / crossover idea / headcanon

Partially in honor of the WHB devs finally releasing Lucifer (Selfie)

What In Hell Is Bad and Obey Me! actually take place in the same world, but WHB takes place before Obey Me, in the bad old days.

And God was upset that the kings had it so rough and reflected on himself a little. "Damn, I feel guilty about how those beautiful creations of mine died due to my negligence."

And so he decided they should be one big happy family.

He scoured Hell for what remained of the demon kings after a massive war that damn near destroyed both Heaven and Hell and gave their essence to his new creations. So, basically, he reincarnated them.

The birth/creation order was mostly determined by whose essence he was able to find first. Of course, that essence was mostly their sins that they left behind, so when they all fell from Heaven, they essentially resumed their duties as the seven kings.

And, purely because WHB Satan was (obviously) practically obliterated, God said "A'ight Luci's got a festering angie monster inside of him, so I'll just put what consciousness I could find from WHB Satan in there so it'll be kinda reasonable when he has to let it all out. Thank me later, son :P" <- the reason Luci became a single mother father.

Luci: Thanks a lot, God. First the virgin Mary and now this??

Funnily enough what God found was mostly WHB Satan's sweet side, which is the reason that OM Satan resembles (and likes) cats. The only one who didn't inherit the sin from his predecessor got it anyway because of his dad. Go figure.

The countries (Abyssos, Tartaros, Gehenna, etc.) no longer existed after the war, and Diavolo's lineage, which was probably descendent of one or more of the WHB's kings' vassals, was the one trying to pick up the pieces. The war continued because many of the angels were still complete dicks, but Diavolo's family eventually eradicated what had survived from The Big War™.

Excluding Gabriel, because Gabriel is a prick.

Which may or may not have been a factor in Lucifer falling from Heaven because he killed Gabriel on his way down. You know, because Gabriel was probably Lilith's executioner, given his history.

Then Diavolo, to signal the fresh start, said "We're not calling it Hell and Heaven anymore, now it's "The Devildom" and "The Celestial Realm." Less stigma. Very good."

And our dear Solomon? Well, you know how he is... I think there's definitely some things he hasn't told you...

Like how he was technically dead for a hot minute because of some magical mishap, which translated into a few thousand years in hell because of the way time flows there. His experiment gone wrong is also the reason why his appearance changed so drastically.

You'll ask him one day, "Hey, did you have purple hair in the past?" and he'll just start sweating profusely because he's very embarrassed about how often he did some *ahem* interesting things with the former demon kings. Asmo is the only one who still has that feeling from his past life :)

And, as far as how time flows and MC frequently traveling between the human world and hell in OM!, the travel is actually magically controlled by Barbatos, our resident overpowered god, who was annoyed by the time dilation/contraction and wanted to just visit his favorite tea shops in the human world whenever he wanted without f*cking around.

I mean, all of the demon kings knew how to go back and forth, but they had to do overly complicated shit to do it, so Barbie just said "sharing is caring" and perfected the magic by the OM! time period.

Of course there's an implication here that all events in Heaven/Hell are technically happening simultaneously from a human world perspective. Which isn't trippy at all.

And yes, OM! Barbatos and WHB Barbatos know each other. Because OM! Barbatos is (obviously) from a parallel dimension and took WHB Barbatos' name since he enjoyed the rose gardens WHB Barbie tended to. It's out of respect since he faithfully died for Leviathan in the bad old days.

Flawless joining of the worlds without a hint of plotholes (sarcasm).

(This is so random, but I hope y'all enjoyed my fever dream.)

[thebellearchives]

hii!!! how are u doing? can i request barbatos x mc/reader 16."You've got a fever. Of course l'm not going anywhere."🫶🏻

𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔

~ barbatos ; obey me

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : life at the House of Lamentation was going to take a toll on you at some point, luckily there is one person who will take care of you like no one else can

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : gn!mc, fluff, mc has a crush on barbatos ~

‧₊˚ a / n : i don’t know why but i had a tough time with this request, praying to the heavens you like this one anon!

The slight touch of someone’s hand on your forehead prompted your lashes to flutter open. Barbatos’ emerald eyes were the first thing you saw, and then his soft gentle smile.

“Are you feeling any better MC?”

You wished you could make the concealed worry in his eyes fade away, but the latent headache and constant shivering told you it wasn’t a good idea to lie for his sake.

“Not really.”

You got rid of your blankets once more, the ones you had been snuggling up when cold and then kicking away minutes later because of how hot they’d make you feel.

“Yes, I’m afraid your body temperature is still high, but the medicine will soon be here so don’t fret” the demon reached for a pretty porcelain teacup he had brought with him “in the meantime… I brought your favourite.”

Your eyes lit up, the scent of your favourite drink lifting your spirits immediately. When you took a sip of the liquid you felt at peace. Earlier that morning the brothers hadn’t stopped screaming about how awful you looked, trying to figure out if you had contracted a weird devildom sickness and panicking about you possibly being at the verge of death or something dramatic like that. You tried to keep them at bay but it only made you feel worse, it didn’t take long for Lucifer to calm his brothers down and take the matter into his own hands.

Asking for the opinion of a fellow human was the first thing on the list, so Solomon arrived to the House of Lamentation some minutes after that. The veredict: just a common cold, probably the result of too much stress and work. So he was sent off to fetch some medicine for you. In the meantime you were entrusted to Barbatos’ very capable hands.

“This is lovely Barbatos, as usual.”

“Only the loveliest of tastes for the loveliest of humans” his words heated up your face a little bit more than it already was, your eyes remained glued to your teacup in embarrassment. How lucky had you been to be under the watch of the demon your heart beat a little bit faster for.

“Thank you for being here, I appreciate it, but don’t you have a lot to do back in RAD?” your worried eyes went searching for him again, but he shook his head with a reassuring smile.

“The young master himself asked me to take care of you.”

“I see… but still, I really don’t want to end up making you sick…”

A small chuckle escaped the butler’s lips, you stared at him in a bit of a daze. His hand reached for yours, even when he had his clean white gloves on, you still were able to feel his comforting warmth through the thin material.

“You’ve got a fever, of course I’m not going anywhere.”

His gaze was fixed on yours, maybe it had been your imagination or maybe not, but there was a certain fondness in his irises. It made you feel like letting your body rest in refreshing, greenish river water. There was a magnetizing quality about him that for a moment made you feel like you both had moved comfortingly closer to one another.

“Thank you Barbatos” you squeezed his hand in yours.

[foreverl0stinmymind]

Obey me! NSFW alphabet headcannons

character: Diavolo

A: aftercare (What they're like after sex)

Mostly he wants a hot bath, and snacks. You can join him for this. B: Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner's)

Thighs. C: cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He likes to cum on your face. D: Dirty secret

Fucks Lucifer in his free time. E: Experience (how much experience do they have?)

Lots of experience, not much skill. F: Favorite position

Cowgirl. G: Goofy (are they more humorus? Or serious?)

Very goofy. H: Hair (how groomed are they? Shaved? Trimmed? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

Sometimes shaved, sometimes not, depends on how he felt around the time of the sex. The carpet very much matches the drapes though. I: intimacy (how romantic are they?)

He tries to be romantic, and fails spectacularly. J: jack off (masturbation)

He prefers to save his loads for you. K: kink

This right here is a petboy. Fight me. He pretends he's a Dom though.

L: location (where do they like to do it?)

His bedroom, or on his throne. M: motivation (what turns them on?)

Whenever someone scolds him. N: No (Things they won't do, hard limits)

Share you. O: oral (do they prefer to give or receive? Are they good at it?)

He likes to receive. Has yet to agree to give. P: pace (how fast are they? Slow an sensual, or fast and rough?)

He wants you on top, but if he does top, he's rough. Q: quickie (how do they feel about quickies?)

Hates them. Wants to take his time with you. R: risks (how likely are they to take risks/try something new?)

Very likely. Barbatos complains in private about having to clean it up. S: stamina (how long can they last? How many rounds?)

He doesn't last long, but can go many rounds. T: toys (do they own any toys? Do they use them on a partner, or themselves?)

He owns many toys, which he uses on himself. U: unfair (how much they like to tease)

Loves to tease. Ends up being the one teased. V: volume (how loud they are/what sounds they make)

Very loud. You're debating buying him a gag. W: wild card (random NSFW headcannon)

He's a pillow princess. X: X-ray (what's under their clothes?)

A good 7 inches. Y: Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very high. Z: Zzz. (How fast they fall asleep afterwards)

Out in seconds.

Other characters:

Lucifer

Mammon

Levi

Satan

Asmo

Beelzebub

Belphie

Barbatos

Simeon

Solomon

[faded508]

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Люблю всех и каждого, кто слушает хоть одну из групп, исполнителей, это не полный список того что я слушаю, дальше писать лень...

[obey-me-aj]

I kinda just want all of the letters for Lucifer.

If you're up to it, of course

Ok! I already did d e v i and l for him in a previous ask

A-alone time

He likes masturbating to pictures of his partner using toys

B- bondage

He loves being tied up and tying his partners up

C- crying

He loves seeing his partner crying from pleasure it turns him on more

F- food play

He uses some food like cake and suckers for his partner he wanna try chocolate drizzle

G- group sex

He's down for a threesome with certain people like diavolo and stuff he's fine with putting on a show and showing how he owns his partner

H- humiliation

He loves humiliating his partner getting off on it calling his partner certain names sometimes spitting on them for fun while having sex

J-Jelly

he uses normal lube sometimes lotion kinda vanilla in that part

K-Kissing

He loves kissing all of his partner marking them up and he loves when his partner leaving hickeys on him and them kissing his lips roughly

M- Masochism

He loves being stretched, bitten and choked when his partner takes control he also likes giving pain sometimes

N- not yet

He loves denying his partner of anything he can controlling them in anyway ( he's a bit of a control freak somethimes in my opinion I mean look at his brothers of course he wants control) but he also doesn't mind his partner denying him sometimes to keep the fun lasting longer

O- outdoor sex

Yes he has done it outside and he loves it it was in the woods and one time in a movie theater when they were alone he would do it again too

P-Photography

He sends nudes he has asked for them he takes pictures and videos in the bedroom he loves it all and everything about it ( especially for masterbation later)

Q-Quiet please

He loves his partner being loud he's medium volume when he top but when he bottoms he loud even if he doesn't want it

R-Routine

He has a Routine for one night stands always makes them breakfast before leaving and he does schedule nights sometimes but isn't afraid to do it spontaneously he does like planning ahead tho

T- top or bottom

He's a switch( I'm pretty sure everyone is a switch in this game except Solomon he's definitely a bottom)

U-Underwear

He wears briefs for sure

W- water

He'll have sex in the pool, hot tub,ocean and shower he doesn't discriminate now watersports I have no idea probably only denying his partner the bathroom but that's all I think

X- X-dressing

He loves seeing his partner crossdressing his partner loves seeing him in a dress or more it's sexy as hell to his partner and they do use costumes for roleplay

Y-Yes master

He loves being called master sometimes daddy and sir and calling his partner master

Z- zones

His erogenous zones are his neck and hips so touching him there turns him on sometimes if his partner touches his hand lightly that'll get him hot and brother

Thanks for the ask I hope ya like it! Please leave more ask if you please! ❤️💙❤️💙

[hexusproductions]

URL Songs

Pick a song for each letter of your URL, then tag as many people as there are letters in your URL (I might tag less because 16 is a BIG number of people). Tysm @chimerusprime for the tag!!

H - Hungover in the City of Dust by Autoheart

E - Electric Love by Paravi

X - Xanny by Halocene

U - Ultraluminary by Phillipa Soo

S - Stronger by Dirt Poor Robins

P - Planet Zero by Shinedown

R - Relimerance by The Happy Fits

O - One of Us by Ava Max

D - Dark Science by Coyote Kid

U - Underground by Cody Fry

C - Clockwork God by Tardigrade Inferno

T - Tough to Be a Dreamer by Felix Hagan & the Family

I - Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall by The Ink Spots

O - O Sol e a Lua by kamaitachi

N - Nowadays/Hot Honey Rag from Chicago

S - Solomon Grundy by Chuxx Morris

I'll tag: @payaso-gomi @ysabelmystic @sketchy-galaxy @mandrakebrew @cabanela @atroppa-nightshade @mortalorder (No pressure of course! And anyone else who wants to do it is welcome)

[mina-chaan]

'Let me be your'-Solomonx reader (f)

Hi there~

Sorry for my bad english!!

⚠️NWFS ATTENTION⚠️

♤[content]: you find yourself in the castle of the notorious prince for a ball wearing a skintight dress that will activate someone's attention...

♡[notes]: I didnt sleep :P

☆Enjoy it~

That evening you and the 7 brothers were invited to the famous annual ball held at the castle of the beloved Devil prince, and there would have been all the nobility of the Devildom, it had been a week now that you and Asmo were preparing by buying everything you needed including the dress you were going to wear that long-awaited and desired evening, an elegant and very tight-fitting dress that brought out all your curves, you weren't sure if it was a good idea to wear it but Asmo had convinced you and you all went towards the castle; the castle was full and they were all elegant but that evening you were the one who stood out the most, passing among the people you saw people whispering looking at your figure with eyes of envy, amazement and hunger. For now you were a little bored, that evening you promised yourself that you would be with the twins all the time, but after looking for them you gave up and found yourself alone with a glass of champagne in your hand with your eyes looking for the brothers but above all a certain sorcerer at that moment all you did was think about him until you feel a gloved hand on your shoulder and turning around you find yourself the object of your dominant thoughts, Solomon, "Hey mc, I hardly recognized you in this 'hot' suit by your..." he chuckled, you blushed a lot not only for his words but also for his appearance, he looked like a prince, it must have been the effect of the alcohol but at that moment you just wanted to be in his arms and, for him touch you and dance the night away until Morpheus took you along. "Not that you are outdone" I chuckled softly, and saw the sorcerer blush slightly as he carefully studied your figure, until the new music drew his attention to the new music "Would you grant me this dance?" he asked offering you his hand and with that sneaky smile of hers " I would like it" you replied and you find yourself the center of the room the center of attention, "Don't you think they're adorable??!!" Asmo asked Mammon " Phwf, it would have been nicer if the great Mammon had been there with her" I reply but looking at you he could not help but hope that one day you were there with him, just thinking about it warmed his heart.

you and Solomon did nothing but look into your eyes or share thoughts that you had, "you know, I wish this moment would last forever, everyone looking at me envious to have immense wealth in my arms right now, to be able to touch you, feel your perfume and being able to look into your eyes dreaming of getting you everything I want" said the sorcerer in your ear, you felt his warm breath, feeling a shiver down your spine, and with a little courage you said to him "Why dream?", he looks at you and a moment later he smiles and after the music is over he takes you by the hand and takes you out into the garden where there was no one and nobody could see you, sure you were alone he kissed you intensely hungry, as if you were his prey, his hands sailed along your waist and back and his warm kisses descended along your jaw leaving his mark on every face visible "Solom-agh wait so they all will see..." you said with your hands touching his shiny hair, "It's better this way, so they'll know you're only mine" he said giving you a captivating smile, but that only made you want more, "Then make me yours".

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album review #1

i listen to a lot of albums and i love sharing my unsolicited opinions so figured i would create a album review series here. i'll do these like once a week (or whenever i feel like). since this is my first album review post, i'll put every album i listened to so far in march.

my rating system & rules:

i use a 5 star system (with the lowest being a .5 star and the highest being 5 stars)

i consider 2.5 stars to be an average rating, 5 stars being flawless, and .5 stars to be god-awful. (thus anything 3 stars and above is pretty good to me)

i will be putting albums in order of worst to best

i will only be including albums i'm hearing for the first time (not things i've already listened to in the past)

i will link the playlists i've added the songs from that album to

Stand (1969) by Sly & The Family Stone

overall rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️

genre: funk, soul

favorite song: Sing a Simple Song

least favorite song: Stand!

playlists: essential soul, motown moments

Rock 'N Soul (1964) by Solomon Burke

overall rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ (~3.75/5)

genre: funk, soul, rock

favorite song: Cry to Me

least favorite song: He'll Have to Go

playlists: essential soul, motown moments, dancing in refrigerator light, oh to be young gifted and black

I Never Loved a Man the Way I Love You (1967) by Aretha Franklin

overall rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ (~3.75/5)

genre: soul

favorite song: Respect

least favorite song: Soul Serenade

playlists: essential soul, required listening, motown moments, black struggle

Dusty In Memphis (1969) by Dusty Springfield

overall rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

genre: soul, r&b, pop

favorite song: The Windmills of Your Mind

least favorite song: Breakfast in Bed

playlists: essential soul, dancing in the refrigerator light, wanderlust

Be Altitude: Respect Yourself (1972) by The Staple Singers

overall rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

genre: soul, traditional gospel

favorite song: I'll Take You There

least favorite song: This World

playlists: essential soul

Innervisions (1973) by Stevie Wonder

overall rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

genre: funk, soul

favorite song: Visions

least favorite song: Higher Ground

playlists: essential soul, nature walk, oldies but goodies

GNX (2024) by Kendrick Lamar

overall rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

genre: hip-hop/rap

favorite song: dodger blue (feat. wallie the sensei, siete7x, roddy ricch)

least favorite song: man at the garden

playlists: on my way (to beat a ho up), sick beats baby, groove, stories from the soul, summer spittin'

Lemonade (2016) by Beyoncé

overall rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

genre: r&b/soul, hip-hop/rap, pop

favorite songs: Daddy Lessons, Love Drought, Formation

least favorite song: Forward (feat. James Blake)

playlists: queen bey, black girl rage, the weeknd, quiet storm, distant echoes, urban dreams, soulful serenity, oh to be young gifted and black

Going To A Go-Go (1965) by Smokey Robinson & The Miracles

overall rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ (~4.5/5)

genre: classic soul

favorite song: Ooo Baby Baby

least favorite song: My Girl Has Gone

playlists: motown moments, essential soul, dancing in the refrigerator light

Embrya (1998) by Maxwell

overall rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ (4.5/5)

genre: neo soul

favorite song: Matrimony: Maybe You

least favorite song: Gestation: Mythos

playlists: neo soul, smooth, soulshine sessions, just chill out, quiet storm, it's a slow jam, black love, nebula, soulful serenity

Ruby (2025) by JENNIE

overall rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ (~4.75/5)

genre: k-pop, pop

favorite song: Damn Right (feat. Childish Gambino & Kali Uchis)

least favorite song: ZEN

playlists: (k)POP, international pop!, summer renaissance, sick beats baby, narc behavior, it's like supernatural, post-party wind down, sunset drives, sedate me, evening escapades

HOT (2025) by LE SSERAFIM

overall rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ (~4.75/5)

genre: k-pop

favorite song: Ash

least favorite song: Come Over

playlists: le sserafim, korean summer bops

STUNNER (2025) by TEN

overall rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

genre: k-pop, r&b, pop

favorite song: STUNNER

playlists: TEN!, (k)r&b, (k)POP, international pop!, ho anthems, horse tranquilizer music, sunset drives, summer renaissance, k-ballads, ho anthems (k-pops version)