#solomon x m!reader

[tears0fsatan]

☆ 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒

✦ ⊹ ˚˖ warnings... mentions m!reader a few times but can be read as gn for the most part lol, implied romantic/queerplatonic relationship but interpret it as you like, its pretty soft man idk what to say

 :¨·.·¨ ♥︎  a.n... need more dateables content on my blog sigh>.<)) i began this all the way last year in april.... (∩﹏∩) i am slowly clearing out my drafts and reqs okay!!!! (i hope the halloween special final will be out before this years halloween...)

DIAVOLO !

now, we all know he's a bit ... behind on things outside of ruling an entire realm so he most definitely had to ask barbatos and lucifer for suggestions.

he was taking you all these fancy, bougie places with a clear itinerary in mind (thanks to the influence of a certain avatar of pride) that at the end of the day felt more like a tour of devildom than a date.

on the last of his planned out date, it ended up raining and the two of you somehow spent the last couple of hours talking to each other underneath the shade of a tree where you found out that all the dates were thanks to diavolo's right hand men.

after that talk you finally convinced him to take you places that were dear to him and to allow you to plan future dates as well.

he insists on paying, regardless of how much you protest and tell him that you also have pride as a man (it's just something you have to deal with sorry).

take him on a date in the human realm and watch as this scary ruler of all demons turns into a big baby, fascinated with everything (now its your turn to play tour guide).

if you get him one of those cheap, silly little keychains you find in gift stores, he'd treasure it for as long as he lives.

if you get anything matching (be it a shirt, keychains, plushies, you name it), he'll have the biggest sparkling eyes you've ever seen on a living being and beg you to wear it for the rest of your time in the human realm.

his favourite dates are the ones where you and him simply enjoy a cup of tea and snacks barbatos prepared in the castles garden glass gazebo (its domestic and he likes seeing you in his 'domain' so to say).

BARBATOS !

picnics. with your favourite snacks he's prepared from as early as the night before.

appreciates every moment alone with you especially since it's rare for the two of you to be together without the others around.

he always goes for something he knows you'll like, and if you don't enjoy a particular part of the date he'll keep it in mind.

the most important part of the date to him is seeing you happy and being in your company.

thought there would never come a time where he would be peeved by diavolo calling for him until one day the demon lord forgot about his date with you and wondered where he went.

after that diavolo encouraged barbatos to go out with you more often (would not take no for an answer no matter how much barbatos tried to turn him down).

he'd be a bit hesitant to go to the human realm since he'd be so far away from diavolo but the thought of being alone with you is just so tempting (he's a demon after all) he can't decline.

if you bought him a little plush keychain TRUST it would be posed carefully in the kitchen where he can see it every day while he prepares the de facto demon kings meals.

he would take you to the most unknown and hidden spots in devildom that even diavolo wouldn't know of their existence and turn it into a frequent rendezvous spot (and perhaps it excites a small part of you, perhaps because it's more or less a secret that only you and barbatos share).

SIMEON !

simple minded. likes going anywhere with you.

gotta say though, he especially likes the way your eyes crinkle when you smile after tasting a homemade sweet treat.

doesn't have an ideal date with you but dates where you two bake together are his favourite.

also note. he will tear up if you turn the tables on him and prepare him some treats of your own specialty (his only smiles wider when he hears you grumble about being as much of a househusband as he is).

even if you make something that could rival solomon's cooking, he'd still eat it with a smile (because you made it all for him and he would be a fool to pass it up).

if you guys go out for a stroll in any of the three realms, he'd always have his hand on you (fingers intertwined with yours, arm coiled around your waist and such).

he'll find some small treasure from the date and keep it tucked away somewhere.

loves taking pictures with a polaroid so he can treasure the memories (he especially loves taking candid pictures of you, especially while eating one of his sweets of course).

be prepared to gain weight if he takes you up to the celestial realm, he will make sure you eat every single angelic dish until you couldn't do so much as waddle around.

likes taking you around the celestial realm and telling you all the stories of his past and some passed down stories from other older angels.

while passing through the many gardens of the celestial realm, he'll sneakily pluck a flower or two for you until you end up with nothing less than a small bouquet (and more often than not getting a rather lengthy scolding from michael).

SOLOMON !

you know that UR card of him where he takes you on a magic carpet ride??? yeah expect that sort of shit constantly.

he is so fond of you and your reactions and that just makes him wanna toy around with you all the more.

he's not ashamed to cause a ruckus in all three realms as long as he can see you either laugh until tears gather in the corner of your eyes or cling onto him while half heartedly yelling at him, he's willing to pull out all his little tricks up his sleeve.

he is such a menace but you can tell he puts a lot of thought and care into his surprises, you can't find it in yourself to be upset with him (and truth be told you do enjoy the rise he brings out of you).

during a rare moment of vulnerability, he'd take you around his hometown and reminisce his youth, telling tales of ancient memories that only he would remember (noting the way his eyes shone with an emotion you couldn't quite pinpoint).

never one to dwell in his nostalgia for long, he would take you to another spot and spin some hauntingly believable ghost story just to scare you (whether you believe it or not, solomon will most definitely try to sneak in a few spooks here and there especially with magic).

after he would torment you and every other living being in his vicinity, he'd like to end the day by doing something comparatively calmer and laid back, perhaps something as simple as cuddles, reading together (or maybe even him reading to you), or watching a movie.

© 2024 TEARS0FSATAN. please don’t translate, modify, repost or plagiarise my works anywhere.

[rae-writes]

angelic alteration

om brothers x reader

wc : 1.k

warnings: nsfw, corruption kink based

synopsis : when Solomon and Diavolo can't fix the problem, it's up to Mc

a/n : thought the angel event (og) could use some more spice so I poured my entire spice rack on it

“Mc…I’m afraid we have bad news.”

You sighed into the receiver, “Yeah? You guys can’t reverse the magic, can you?”

“Nope!” Solomon chirped cheerfully, “Diavolo and Michael’s magic mixed together too strongly for us to reverse ourselves. You’ll just have to wait for them to go back to normal, or…”

“Or…what?”

“Well, this is just a theory, but what if you just corrupted the angelic magic and forced their demonic sides back out?”

“Corrupted, huh..? I like the sound of that.”

†

“I can feel the magic trying to stop me���how. stupidly. annoying.” Lucifer accentuated each word of his complaint with a sharp thrust, face pinched in concentration as sweat beaded at his temple. 

He’d be damned if something as trivial as a hexed bracelet from the celestial realm kept him from indulging in you, the one temptation he would never dare ignore. 

Your nails dug crescent moons into his shoulders, thighs squeezing at his hips tightly as you moaned and panted beneath him. “Lu-ci-fer! S-slow d-own!” 

He growled and sped up in response, snapping his hips into you harshly, “How dare they try to turn me back? I am the Avatar. Of. Pride!” Once again, each word was accentuated with a thrust, making his cock hit deeper and deeper each time. 

And he was so fucking proud each time he had you a moaning mess underneath him, crying out his name, begging him not to stop— you made his sin flood his entire body every time. 

An electric charge cracked through the air for a brief second before the bangle broke in half, magic forcibly shattering under Lucifer’s sheer prowess. 

He grinned sharply, capturing your legs against your chest in a mating press as he went even harder. His wings shedded to black, spanning out proudly behind him as the halo melted down into his horns. 

“I’m going to ruin you, do you hear me? You’re not leaving this bed- not tonight, or in the morning, or maybe even until tomorrow afternoon…I’m keeping you until I’ve had my fill.”

†

The sight of Mammon’s blue eyes peering up while his mouth was busy pleasuring you had always been a pretty sight— the shimmering halo was only a little bonus this time. 

But you wanted his horns to hold onto. “Just like that, Mams…doing so well, pretty boy.” Your hips rocked over his mouth, grinning down at him with gold flickering in your eyes. 

He was all about giving now that the bangle had taken hold, which even before, Mammon always keened when you sat on his face and just used him. 

The second born was moaning and whining and whimpering against your skin as his tongue lapped up everything he could, “Mmph- like this? ‘M I doing good, Mc?” 

“Y-yeah, baby, fuck— so good…” you carded your fingers through Mammon’s hair, feeling him get more and more excited before you lifted up off his face. 

And he was absolutely distraught with the lack of your taste, desperate cry leaving him as he tried to chase after you. “No, no, no! Mc, please, come back— wasn’t done, wanna taste you still, wanna make you feel good, please!” 

The laugh you let out made him whine even louder, fingers gripping frantically at your thighs. It was like a switch flipped, magic being overtaken by his greed. 

His eyes flickered gold like yours, a whiny growl escaping him. He forced you on your back within a second, mouth working at you even more desperately now as he held you down and took what he wanted— and he wanted to make you cum. 

“Jus’ let me, please let me make you cum— you taste so good, Mc, I don’t wanna stop. Want you to scream my name and yank my hair, grip my horns, just give me more- more, more, more!” 

†

A small shriek left Levi when you rammed against his prostate, hiccuped cries of your name following. His back arched, wings flaring out behind him, making you hit even deeper spots inside of him. 

With his new attitude, he’d been letting everyone else spend time with you and he was finally feeling the built up envy creep along his spine, right beside the spikes of pleasure. 

“Aww…look at you. So sweet for me, huh? Why so shy, Levi? Wasn’t this what you meant about strengthening connections?” 

Garbled sounds left him, courtesy of your fingers stuffed in his mouth. His eyes rolled back, hands gripping at your hips desperately, though it wasn’t clear if he was pushing you away or pulling you closer.

“How am I gonna know I’m doing good if you don’t tell me, ‘vi? C’mon, sweet thing, tell me. Or do you not want me?” 

It was like you asked the unthinkable. A loud whine left him and his tail returned, knocking the halo right off his head before it coiled around your abdomen. 

“No! I want you, I want you so badly, please keep fucking me— don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” Diamond shaped scales scattered across his body as the magic wore out. 

You cooed, thrusting into him sharply, making his body lurch, “Good boy, Leviathan..” 

†

“Fuck!” Satan cries out, fingers digging into his white wings to try and keep them from fluttering. His back arched almost painfully, loudly begging you to keep going. 

“Oh, look at you…” the coos that left you made him flush red, giving you a great sense of satisfaction. This was the most he’d been riled up since putting that ridiculous bangle on.

Your thighs were burning at the unforgiving pace you were riding him at, beads of sweat splashing onto his skin, so you decided to change the game a little. 

“Come on, Tannie, if you want it, work for it.” You settled your weight on top of him, ceasing your movements as you cockwarmed him instead. 

A displeased growl comes from the back of his throat, eyes snapping open with a glowing green. “Mc, move! Please!” 

Slowly, the halo above his head began to flicker and dim before it shattered, dissipating in the air. Another growl escaped him as his wings followed suit, tail lashing out like a whip. 

“That’s it— c’mon-!” You gasped when he yanked you forwards, chest pressing against his as his tail locked you in place. The only sounds that could leave you now were broken moans as he fucked you almost viciously. 

“You know how I feel about you fucking. teasing. me. Feels good doesn’t it? Yeah? Cause I’m not stopping. ‘M not stopping until I physically can’t fuck you anymore— fuck, I needed you.” 

†

Unabashed moans echo off the walls of Asmo’s bathroom as the fifth born writhes under your touch. The sound of water sloshing makes his cheeks burn fiery red and the sound of you moaning back at him makes it even worse. 

“W-wait! You d-don’t have to— oh!” 

“Shh, Azzy…’m just taking care of you. You were so hard and aching…could see it even though you tried to hide under the water.” 

The white feathers ruffled with pleasure (slowly shedded away and turning back), hips jerking frantically to chase the pleasure. The bangle’s magic was completely buried under how hot you made him feel and the feeling of you licking along the edges of his leathery wings increased it ten fold. 

“Yes, Mc, like that— don’t stop, just like that, just like that!” Amso curled over on you, horns knocking against your shoulder as he cried out even louder. 

You fisted his cock harder and swiped your thumb over the tip relentlessly, “Yeah? Made you feel so good, you corrupted yourself, huh? Pretty little Azzy…come on, cum.” 

The squeal he let out cracked halfway through, broken cries of your name following like a mantra. His hand encased yours, making sure you didn’t stop jerking him off. 

“K-keep going, don’t stop! Wanna cum for you again ‘n again, gotta make up for when I was giving you away to the others, please, please, let me cum again for you!”

†

“H-haaah…ah! M-Mc…what’re you..o-oh..doing?” 

“You said it made you happier seeing others get to eat, so…” you hummed, licking your lips before digging your tongue back into the slit of his cock, “I’m just..enjoying my meal…” 

Beel had always lost his cool when you went down on him, finding your mouth to be too good at pleasuring him. The growl he let out was something only a demon could make. 

The glowing of the bangle did nothing to deter you— in fact, you only laughed and peered up at him with the red sin of gluttony swirling through your irises. With another hum, you enveloped his cock in your mouth and forced your head as far down as you could, swallowing around him. 

He tried so hard to not buck into your mouth or grip at your head as the magic worked to keep his ravenous nature at bay, but…that’s just not who he was anymore. 

“C’mon, Beelie…want you to cum in my mouth, I wanna taste you..pretty please? Let me have it…” 

A low groan fell past his lips, hips finally jerking up and accidentally making you choke. A rushed apology was given as his fingers tangled in your hair and gently guided your head at a faster pace. 

The beating of his insectual wings was rapid as he got closer, magic completely dissipating when he let out a sound akin to a small roar, grabbing at his own horns when he came. 

Watching you pull away with visibly stuffed cheeks, slowly working on swallowing it all (though drops still ran down your chin) made a sharp pang shoot through him. 

“Thank you…you always make me feel so good, Mc…but..now ‘m hungry. Let me return the favor..wanna taste you too.” 

†

“A-are you sure…this is o-okay?” Belphie chokes out quietly, hands pressing down on your hips to keep you pinned to the bed with your knees bent to your sides. 

Your fingers curl in the sheets, body lurching forward at each thrust, “yeah, ‘s okay— feels good, doesn’t it? You’re doing so good, Bel…” 

The clipped whines and gasps that Belphie was making made his cheeks flair with an embarrassed flush; but you were right. It felt so. fucking. good. And he didn’t think he ever wanted to stop. 

Through the pleasure, it was easy to ignore the glowing bangle on his wrist and the voice in the back of his head telling him that he should have more reservations- that he shouldn’t be doing this— that voice wasn’t even his. Belphie wanted this, he did! 

As your hands stretched back to claw at his lower stomach, you moaned out his name and wiggled your hips, begging him to go faster. 

“Please, Bel…know you can go f-faster than this, want you to fuck me— please, please, please! Don’t wan’ you to be an angel, want you to be my demon again-!” 

Magic cracked in the air, sending the hair on the back of your neck rising before a familiar tail curled around your stomach and yanked your lower half higher up, forcing your chest further into the mattress. 

The attic bed creaked with the force he slammed into you at, whines mixing with growls now; his horns pressed against your skin as he rested his forehead against your back, making it arch even more. 

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you senseless again? Couldn’t even go a couple days without having me play with you, fuck, you’re such a slut for me.”

[ultraimaginez]

Coping Skills

Sometimes the only cure for big feelings is a big dic-

Ship: Solomon (om!) x GN! Reader

CW⚠️: 18+ MDNI! hair pulling, praise, m!receiving oral, Solomon (he deserves to have his own warning)

Word Count: 1.4k

"Bad day, huh?"

The book that was in Solomon's hands moments ago is now somewhere across the room - thrown without so much as a second thought to where it might land amongst the chaos of his study. He looks up at you, bemused. "You know, there are a lot of cursed objects in here. If you're not more careful, you might hit something dangerous."

The only dangerous thing that you're concerned about in this moment is your temper. To your credit, you have been working on controlling it. You've actually made quite a lot of progress since you found yourself in the Devildom for the first time years ago; but there are still days you cannot fight the acidic lump of emotions that sits heavy in the back of your throat. Today, you feel like a time bomb ready to explode.

Luckily, Solomon is pretty good at grounding you in his own special way.

Now that his hands are free, you are able to straddle him. You tuck your knees on either side of his hips in the large armchair where he spends most of his evenings studying. Your eyes lock onto his stormy gray ones. After a few years of knowing one another, and now several months of living together in Cocytus Hall, the two of you have gotten good at communicating non-verbally. But that's never stopped Solomon from running his damn mouth.

"Want to talk about it?" He asks, signature smirk pulling at the corners of his lips as his hands immediately find your ass and squeeze. He knows that you will share when you're ready, but he also knows that talking is the last thing you want when you feel like this.

Wordlessly, you claim his mouth in a searing kiss that's fueled with an anxious, desperate energy you want out of your body as soon as possible. Your hands are in his silvery hair, trying to pull him closer. The kisses are too much teeth, too much nipping, but you can't stop the urge to try and crawl under his skin to escape your own. No matter how close you get, it doesn't feel like enough. Solomon's little close lipped smile is only making you more frustrated.

Long fingers tangle at the base of your scalp sharply tug at your hair. You let out a noise that you might find embarrassing under any other circumstance, but the dull pain grounds you back in the moment. There is a sense of relief in his firmness. The two of you pant hard trying to catch your breath. Your lips are so close, you know he can feel every heave you make for air. You wait a beat before moving to grab at Solomon again, but his hand tugs at your hair a second time and keeps you still.

Solomon's pale skin flushes a pretty shade of pink and his Adam apple bob against his skin in a way that makes you want to put your feverish lips along his neck. His tongue darts out to taste his lips without ever looking away from you once. He's clearly thinking - studying you closely as he gently moves your head side to side. His free hand comes up to wipe away the frustrated tears that have started to form at the corner of your eyes. He gently tuts and shakes his head. "My poor apprentice. I should be taking better care of you, hm?"

The strange thing about Solomon is that although he tries to sound sarcastic - voice overly saccharine in its mocking lilt- you can tell that he means it. He does feel responsible for taking care of you. It's his job. And say what you will about Solomon, but be takes his responsibility to you seriously.

Effortlessly, Solomon lifts you off his body and eases you to the floor between his knees. You speak for the first time all evening, unable to stop the urge to be bratty. "For an old man, you're pretty strong." He laughs and shifts so that he can spread his legs wider, accommodating your new position. "Always so mouthy, MC" He cups your jaw and runs a thumb along your bottom lip, smiling when you kiss his finger gently. "I can think of a better use for these pretty lips."

A thrill runs down your spine as Solomon reaches down to unbuckle his belt. The two of you maintain heated eye contact as he pulls down his dark jeans and sets his aching cock free. Your gaze is pulled lower, now mesmerized by the way his hard length is leaking against his lower abs, flushed an even darker shade than his cheeks and looking beautiful in the low light of the study. You can feel Solomon's eyes on you like a hawk as you move forward to wrap one fist around his base. He throws his head back and lets out a pleased hiss. "Mmm that's good. Show me how talented you are, sweet." His fingers find their way back into your hair, this time gentle when they twine between the strands.

Solomon has given you exactly what you need: an objective. The emotions of the day fade to a dull hum at the back of your mind as a new focus takes their place. To take apart "the witty sorcerer" with your mouth and hands until he cannot think straight.

Looking up at Solomon with big innocent eyes you place a sweet kiss to the head of his cock and bat your lashes. "Like this?" His fingers tighten at your scalp and you let out a pleased gasp at the tug. "Tsk, Tsk. Don't be a tease, MC." He chides before loosening his grip a bit so that you can move again. You smile up at him before wrapping your mouth around him properly. You tongue at his slit before teasing the sensitive spot on the underside of his dick you've learned makes him see stars as you gently bob your head. His eyes screw up immediately as he let's out a groan that goes straight to your ego.

Solomon has been with plenty of partners over the centuries. (With the exception of Asmo, he may have the highest body count of the millennium.) But he can't remember a single one of their names or faces anymore. Not when you're the only person who has ever made him feel this good. He briefly wonders if you can feel it to - the way your magic touches his when you have him this vulnerable and raw. It's never intentional but it happens every time you have your mouth on him and it feels like an electrical storm in his bones.

"So beautiful. So perfect. Can't believe I waited three hundred years for you. It's worth it. Worth the wait. Worth everything for that sweet fucking mouth." He's babbling incoherently as you take more and more of his length - reveling in the punched out little noises he makes every time you swallow around him.

It doesn't take long before Solomon is beginning to unravel. "MC..." your name comes out of his mouth breathless, so he tries again - this time fist tightening in your hair. "MC, I'm so close. Where do you want me?" He asks, giving you an opportunity to pull away and let him cum across your face or chest. Instead you hum contentedly around him, fingers digging into his thighs as you continue to pursue your objective with single minded focus - taking as much of him as you can.

"Fuck. I really can't tell if you're a demon or an angel or a human. You're so perfect and so fucking dirty. God you're incredible." The last word comes out like it's been forced out of his lungs as he finds his release. He chases the high, trying unsuccessfully to keep his hips still as you continue to swallow around him. Your hands on his thighs manage to keep him mostly still as you do your best to take everything he gives you.

When you're finished you look up at Solomon through half lidded eyes, slowly blinking contentedly. The earlier anger and frustration having been channeled into a much more pleasurable activity, you feel significantly calmer. You expect to find the sorcerer equally blissed out but his gray irises have become small rings around blown out pupils.

Before you can react, Solomon is reversing your position - placing you on the chair and falling to his knees. The world's most irreverent devotional. He places his hands on your knees to push your legs apart and takes his place before you. "MC, I hope you're not tired already. This night is far from over."

[devildomcuties]

Just Like Our Honeymoon (M)

pairing: mammon x f. reader

genre: obey me, established relationship, ch. 50-3, smut [18+]

summary: You and Mammon go on a trip where you share a room and it's almost like you're on your honeymoon.

wc: 1.4k

warnings: spoilers from ch. 50-3, dialogue from ch. 50-3, marking (hickeys, scratching), unprotected sex, slight possessiveness, breeding kink,

date: February 25, 2024

“Hey, check it out! We’ve got ourselves a really nice room here, huh?!” Mammon exclaims as he looks around the room. “Yep. The two of us should be able to fit on there with plenty of room to spare! Like, we are gonna be sharin’ the bed, right?”

“Yes, it’ll be like our honeymoon,” you grin, loving when Mammon blushes.

“Well, before we can go on a honeymoon, there’s other stuff that needs to happen first… like y’know… the… um… proposal… and stuff?” Mammon bites his bottom lip, lashes fluttering as he tries his best to hide his bashfulness. The fact that you would want to honeymoon with him, much less marry him, sends him into a spiral of happiness. After all, he is your first man, and knowing you’re both on the same page, though a little too soon, makes his demon heart skip a beat.

“Right now it’s just you, me, a bed, and no one to bother us.” Mammon’s gaze darkens, tingles running down your spine as he takes a step forward and then another. “Like, there’s only one thing to do at a time like this, right?”

You nod, licking your lips. The action doesn’t go unnoticed by the demon. He cups your face gently, eyes sparkling as they meet yours.

“So what would you say if I went ahead and kissed you now, baby?” Mammon asks softly.

“I’d say, go for it,” you respond moments before his lips press to yours. Your hands rest on his shoulders while he tugs your body toward him, his hands resting on your hips. A groan escapes him, his tongue pushing past the seam of your lips to meet with yours. 

“Mammon,” you moan his name when his lips trail downwards toward your neck. He knows Lucifer will be upset to see his mark on your body, but for all he cares, he can rot. Mammon focuses on you, his lips sucking and nipping at the column of your throat as your hands slide underneath his shirt, tugging at the hem to tug it off him.

Mammon chuckles at your enthusiasm. He strips down to his boxers immediately. He smirks when you gush over him, pushing him onto the bed to straddle him. 

“So pretty for me, baby.” He coos as he grabs handfuls of your ass, pushing your hips down on his erect cock.

“Fuck,” you curse, kissing him to muffle the rest of your moans as his skillful, greedy hands undo your bra beneath your top, just to take both off to pile on the floor beside his clothing.

He admires your bare chest, licking his lips before they wrap around a pert nipple. His teeth gently tug on the nipple, sucking before he turns to the other. His hands are occupied with the button of your jeans, tugging them down to your knees before helping you out of them.

When you’re left in your panties, he flips the both of you so you’re lying on your back beneath him. His hooded gaze sends warmth between your thighs as he kisses you deeply, almost sucking the soul out of you as he slots himself between your legs. You wrap them around his hips, pulling him closer until his chest is pressed to yours.

“Fuck me, Mammon. I need your fat cock to split me open,” you plead and he nearly loses his load. He kisses you instead, his hands greedy for your skin.

You grind against him, lips attached to his.

“Baby,” he rasps. His hands move over the small of your back. Your hands tug his boxers down his legs. He kicks them off when they reach his ankles.

Your panties get pushed to the side as his fingers rub your clit just to hear the angelic sounds that escape you. It’s not the first time the two of you have gone this far, but few and far between are the moments of solace and privacy the two of you get. If one of his brothers doesn’t have their hands on you, it’s Solomon or Diavolo.

“Fuck,” Mammon curses when he feels just how wet you are for him. He rips your panties off you, a hunger brewing deep in his belly. 

“Let me ride you,” you say in between kisses. Mammon’s guttural groans were muffled by the column of your throat. His large hands grip your hips. Your giggle fills the space between you as you wrap your hand around him, squeezing to make him curse. 

“Baby,” he whines as his nails dig into your hips. You smile as you stroke him a few more times before sinking onto him. 

“Mammon!” You gasp, one hand on his chest as you seat yourself on him, biting back a scream that would rock the train. 

“Just like that!” Mammon grunts as his hands grab your ass. You feel so full, your eyes squeeze shut as your heart bangs against your rib cage. 

Mammon grabs a handful of your hair to pull you down, his lips capturing yours in a mind-numbing kiss that makes your toes curl and your body arch. His other hand grabs your ass greedily as his tongue meets yours. 

You moan against his lips, your hips grinding on him as you clench around him. 

His hold on you tightens, cursing as he trails kisses to your jaw then your neck. 

Fuck it all, he thinks. Lucifer can hang him in the hall for weeks if he chooses but having his mark on your body will be worth it. 

The thought makes his dick twitch as he spins you around so you’re beneath him. 

“Baby!” You squeal in surprise as he kisses you deeply. His hands grip your tits, kneading them and gently tugging on the nipples as you bite his bottom lip before pulling away to catch your breath. 

Mammon kisses his way down your body, leaving deep purple marks on your tits and hips until he grabs both of your legs to throw over his broad shoulder. You grip the sheets beneath you as he kisses your ankle. 

“So wet for me,” he murmurs as he fucks into you. His name sounds so sweet as it spills from your lips every time he thrusts into you. 

Your body melts into a hot sticky puddle of love and lust as he fucks you. 

There’s no need to restrain yourself with him. The two of you are free to moan and curse each other's name, hold hands, and be a couple on this trip. You’re free to imagine you’re away on your honeymoon without any interruptions.

“I love you,” you tell him as he slows to grind on you, his cock stuffing you full and reaching places he’s only dreamed of doing. 

Your hands cup his face, and he turns his head to kiss your wrist. His white hair falls over his eyes, and he shakes it away with a soft grin. 

“I love you too, Treasure. More than you can ever imagine,” and he means every word as he laces your fingers together. 

Mammon can imagine a future with you at his side. His ring on your finger, his marks on your skin, and you carrying all his children. 

The thought of you round with his spawn does something to him. He feels electrified as he locks eyes with you before they roam to your stomach. 

As if possessed, he slams into you again and again, his fingers rubbing your clit as you drag your nails down his broad muscular back. 

“That’s it, baby. Just like that,” he praises as he fucks you harder, your moans filling the room as they rise in octave and your cunt tightens around him just as your toes curl and his name escapes you one more time before euphoria consumes every bit of you. 

Mammon is following behind, cursing when the last image he pictures is you heavily pregnant knowing it’s his spawn. Not Lucifer’s and certainly not Diavolo’s.

His.

Your first man. 

“Fuck, Treasure,” he grunts one last time as he cums deep inside you again and again until he is panting, a sheen of sweat on his forehead as he presses it against you. 

Mammon kisses your lips gently before he pulls out of you.

“Love you,” he whispers as he lies beside you, his large hand on your hip as you roll on your side to face him. 

“Come here,” he commands as he lifts your leg to wrap around his hip. 

“I love you, baby. So much,” you whisper as you kiss his chest. 

Mammon caresses your cheek gently. One day he will have everything he can imagine with you, and the thought fills him with joy. 

Someday it’ll just be the two of you.

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[zablife]

Seamstress, Secretary, Sex-worker, Spy

John x female reader

Summary: You've been seen with John numerous times and now the Shelby family is getting suspicious. Who are you and what's your true relationship to John?

Author’s Note: This was requested by a lovely anon. Tysm for the idea! I hope you don't mind that I wrote them as headcanons. I haven't had much time for full fics recently.

Warnings: language, mention of smut

🌹The first time someone sees you with John you're collecting the laundry, a large basket at your hip piled high with all his unwashed shirts. "Have we got a new washerwoman in town, Charlie?" Curly asks, scratching his head as he sees you passing on the street.

"Don't look like any washerwoman I ever saw," Charlie says ogling you.

💌The second time, you're in the betting shop, nibbling on the end of a pencil as you think of a clever note to leave on John’s desk. Linda rolls her eyes as she complains, "Perfect, they've sent me another useless idiot who can't do simple maths." When you disappear, she assumes you quit. "Thanks be to Jesus for that," she mutters under her breath.

❤️ The third time your presence is much harder to miss, a sharp cry of pleasure erupting from the snug in the Garrison. "Has John got a whore in there?" Isaiah asked, turning to Finn with a wicked smirk. Their suspicions seemed to be confirmed when you left minutes later, money in hand and a smoldering kiss to send you on your way.

🌹 The mystery of your presence remains in the following days and soon Tommy becomes suspicious as well. “I knew he was spending too much time in Solomons’ territory,” he grumbles, pacing the floor of his office. “What if that dodgy fucker sent her here?"

"A spy?" Polly chuckles as she leans back in her chair.

"Why not use a pretty girl to turn his head?," Tommy reasoned with a huff of frustration. When she rolled her eyes in return he shouted, "Everyone knows John thinks with his cock!"

💌 The family meeting begins without John who appears twenty minutes late, stuffing his shirt into the back of his trousers. Running to the meeting from your arms is difficult enough, but now the entire family is boring holes into him, expecting an explanation. When they begin telling him of their suspicions, his mouth drops open.

"You being serious, Tom?" he asks. "All of you?" he looks around the room aghast. Slowly everyone nods. "Bloody hell..." his voice drops as removes his cap and drops into a chair crestfallen.

❤️ Polly begins to look worried, leaning forward at the table to ask, "John, if this girl is going to be trouble, we need to know."

"Always thinking the worst, ain't ya?" he answers bitterly. Then he shakes his head with a little laugh, which angers Arthur first.

"You fucking laughing at us? Finn and Isaiah saw you pay the little tart! What's that about, eh?" he grumbles, anger contorting his face.

"What the fuck did you call her?" John seethes, lunging for his brother. A scuffle breaks out between them which Tommy and Uncle Charlie have to stop before either of them can land a punch.

🌹 John straightens his clothes as he begins, "Yeah, she's my girl. But she ain't a whore and she ain't a spy for Alfie fucking Solomons either alright? Moved to Saltley two years ago with her mum. I had it checked out....'M not as stupid as everyone thinks." He sniffs and takes a look around the room to see disbelief still hanging in the air. "Why is that so hard for you to believe?"

Polly places a hand on his arm, "We're listening, go on."

💌John's eyes soften as he speaks of you. "She takes care of me, does the laundry and shopping, leaves me kind notes..." Eyes glazing slightly at the memory he turns to Arthur adding, "Sucks me dry, I swear to God. Yesterday I thought--"

"We believe you," Polly interjects with a firm nod. Turning to her other nephew she states, "Tommy, I think this item of business is closed."

❤️ You're invited to the next family dinner as a way to placate John, but also for the others to get to know you. When they do, they adore you instantly and John is rightfully vindicated. "Shouldn't have doubted me," John reminds them.

"I know. I was wrong to say you were only thinking with your cock," Tommy apologizes.

"No, I was thinking with me cock, but for once it was the right decision," John admits with a wink.

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[another-lost-mc]

Solomon isn't just immortal. He's a vampire and we find out by accident. The moment MC sees the fangs and it's like the monster fucker light switch flips on. Wanting to see if it's true we feel pleasure as he feeds and feeling him take us til hes empty and full.

If you knows what I mean 😏😉

➤ temptations | solomon x afab!reader

solomon knows all the secrets you try to keep from him. it's only a matter of time before you learn his secret too.

content: nsfw (18+). afab!Reader (gn!pronouns). vampire au. canon-typical vampire behaviour including biting/blood drinking and possessiveness/jealousy, past killing/murder, minor angst, pining, pet names, teasing, thigh riding, overstimulation. 2.5k+ words.

Vampire!Solomon who hides his true identity from you because you’re overwhelmed adjusting to life in the Devildom. He wants to be your human exchange student friend, someone you can trust and turn to. He swears to the others that he’s no danger to you, and they agree to keep his secret in return.

Vampire!Solomon who offers to cook for you sometimes, and you’re absolutely stunned by how terrible his food is. (It’s too bitter, or too salty, and the meat he serves you is so raw it's inedible.) You accept the food with a grimace because he’s so enthusiastic and sweet when you visit him and the angels at Purgatory Hall. You notice quickly that he doesn’t eat when you do—he sits across the table from you with a soft smile and tells you that he already ate or, "Don’t worry, darling, I’ll eat later."

(You don’t remember when he first started calling you “darling” but you realize that you like it, and he knows you do, too.)

Vampire!Solomon who notices the collection of vampire-themed books and movies in your room. He pretends to be curious about what you’re reading, even though he knows the book in your hand is an explicit romance novel about a human and vampire having a steamy love affair. You squirm in your seat and tell him it’s just a silly vampire book, and he doesn’t bring it up again when you awkwardly change the topic.

Later in the privacy of his dorm, he wonders what it is about vampires specifically that you find so appealing. Is it the danger of being approached in the darkness by a handsome stranger? Do you want to be claimed by someone who will protect and worship you in exchange for your blood? There’s so many different versions of vampires in human pop culture, it’s impossible to guess without more subtle investigation.

(He tries not to think too hard about why he cares so much.)

Vampire!Solomon who doesn’t realize that his feelings for you have grown into something beyond friendship until its too late. He follows a delectable scent to the RAD library where he finds you studying by yourself. He tries to convince himself it’s just a new fragrance you’re wearing, or perhaps Asmo has given you some bath products to try.

(He’s been so sensitive to smells lately, and it’s only now that he realizes it’s because of you.)

Vampire!Solomon whose nose nearly brushes against your neck when he approaches you silently from behind. His eyes flutter shut in wanton bliss at the mere scent of your blood, thick like honey and just as sweet, pumping through your veins. He salivates at the thought of sinking his fangs into your skin, and he swallows thickly around the lump in his throat. His fists clench at his sides as he resists the urge to touch you and he steps back quickly, just in time for you to turn around and finally notice his presence. He stumbles through an awkward greeting before he makes his excuses and flees to the safety of his dorm, far away from you.

(He feels betrayed by his own desires. He swore to himself that he would be your friend—but that’s not enough. Not anymore.)  

Vampire!Solomon who tries to ignore his feelings for you, stomping them deep down into the black chasm where his soul used to be. It’s a futile effort—he’s enraptured and tormented by you, the one person in the three realms he shouldn't want but he craves so much. He tries to find relief for his bloodlust in the human world, but there’s none to be found.

When he arrives in the human world to try to satiate his thirst, he tells himself he’s just hungry. Maybe a proper meal instead of bagged blood will alleviate the bitter hunger swirling inside him.

Before he met you, he liked to play with his food. It used to be such a rush, fucking them or choking them on his cock before feeding from them. He doesn’t seduce his prey tonight, even though they try to entice him—the human’s sultry smile and wandering hands across his chest do nothing but make him shudder in revulsion.

The clouds part and moonlight peeks through. He realizes the human he chose looks like a poor imitation of you, and he didn’t even realize it. He’s tempted to bite them anyway, to rip out their throat and bleed them dry in his frustration—but you wouldn’t approve if you ever found out, would you? 

(He stopped killing for fun a long time ago, and he refuses to let this break him.)

He mutters a spell to jumble the human’s memory and lets them wander away from the alley unharmed. He returns to the Devildom hungry and frustrated, and he's determined to fix this problem once and for all.

Purgatory Hall is dark and quiet when you let yourself inside. Solomon called you earlier and claimed he didn’t have anything in particular he wanted to talk about, but he sounded strange. His voice was rough and bitter, so unlike the friendly sorcerer you’ve grown fond of.

“Sol, are you okay? You sound upset about something.”

“Oh, darling,” he sighs heavily into the receiver, “you have no idea.”

“I can come over if you want company, unless you’d rather be alone.”

“You’re so sweet, aren’t you? Very well—the others are out at the moment and I'd rather speak to you privately. I’ll leave the door unlocked for you.”

There’s a flicker of candlelight coming from underneath his bedroom door, and you knock softly before entering. There’s only a single candle lit on the mantle and most of the room is shrouded in darkness. You can’t even see Solomon at first, but you hear a noise near his desk and realize he's watching you from his wingback chair. He crooks his finger for you to come closer when you hesitate just inside the doorway.

He grabs something off his lap and tosses it on the desk haphazardly. The book slides across the smooth surface towards you, and your cheeks flush when you recognize the cover of one of the erotic vampire novels you’ve read.

“It wasn’t as bad as I expected,” he admits, tone far too casual to be sincere, “but like most books, this one isn’t very accurate when it comes to vampire lore.”

You laugh nervously to try and cover your bashfulness. “I suppose you know more about vampires than most humans do?” 

He rises from his chair and walks around the desk so that he's in front of you. He leans back against it as he picks up something that reflects the moonlight—a wine glass, one you didn’t notice before in the dark room.

“You could say that,” he murmurs as he swirls the liquid in the glass before lifting it to his lips.

It would be easier to pretend the red liquid he drinks is wine, if it weren’t for its viscous texture and the metallic scent filling the air. You stare at him as he licks away a smear of blood from his lip; his eyes glow unnaturally bright in the dark room as he stares back.

“You’re…you’re a—“ you're stunned into silence, barely able to utter the word as you try to process what's happening.

He sighs and sets the nearly empty glass on the desk. “A vampire, yes.” He scrutinizes your expression. “You don’t seem afraid, darling—but maybe you should be.” 

It suddenly makes sense now, how the others always warned you to stay away from him. He treated you so kindly, you didn’t believe he was dangerous. Somewhere along the way, your feelings for him changed into something more. You’ve thought about what it might be like to go on a proper date with him, to kiss him and invite him to your bed and feel him move inside you.

You should be terrified, but you’re not.

You think about his sweet gestures and gentle touches, and the way he says your name with so much fondness. You don’t want to doubt him, but you have to be certain you’re not mistaken about his intentions for you. “You're not going to hurt me.” It's not a question because you already know the answer.

"No, I would never hurt you. Quite the opposite, really." His gaze softens, but he still seems uncertain about something. "I’m not sure you can truly understand what it's like to be with someone like me."

You walk towards him before you lose your nerve, and you place a shaking hand on his chest, over the empty place where his heart should be. “Then help me understand, please? Because I like you, as more than just a friend—and learning about this hasn’t changed that.”

He says nothing while his eyes search your expression, and it feels like he’s picking apart your soul until he unburies the truth behind your words. He must be satisfied by what he sees in your eyes because he takes your hands in his and leads you around the desk to his chair. He sits down and tugs you down onto his lap.

You straddle his thighs nervously, trying hard not to put too much weight on his lap while you grasp his shoulders for balance.

“There must be a lot of things you’re curious about,” he says softly as he strokes the side of your face. He brushes your warm cheek with his thumb. “Let’s start with the basics, shall we? At least your book got something right.” He opens his mouth wide enough for you to see the fangs he normally conceals from view. 

You lean closer to inspect them in the dim lighting of his room. They don’t look that sharp and you reach out curiously to touch one. The tip of a fang pricks your finger and you pull back with a hiss. He grabs your hand before you can wipe away the little bloom of crimson where his fang cut you.

“There’s something else you should know before we go any further, darling.” His tongue laps at the droplet of blood pooling on your fingertip, and his chest rumbles with a purr at your taste.

“I don’t like to share.” He watches another drop of blood slowly ooze from the cut. He pops your finger into his mouth with a quiet hum, twirling his tongue and sucking gently before pulling your hand away again. “I won't share your blood.”

His hand on your cheek slides down your neck and pauses over your pulse before smoothing over your cotton shirt. His hand stops on your breast where he feels your heartbeat thrum rapidly beneath his palm. “And I won’t share this.”

His hand glides over the curve of your belly before he dips into the space between your legs. “Or this,” he breathes, spreading his fingers as he rubs you through your pants. He exhales sharply through his nose, surprised at how damp you are already. He teases you a little more with his fingers, mesmerized by the heat of your arousal against his cool fingers. The scent of your slick permeates the air when he pulls his hand away.

“You’ll be mine alone, and no one else’s.” He holds you in place as his fingers clench possessively into the soft swell of your hips. "Can you accept that?"

You don’t know the words to express how overwhelmed and captivated you are by him. He might be a monster, but you’ve never wanted someone more in your entire life. You lean forward and kiss him, and you hope he understands all the feelings you can’t say. 

He groans into the kiss as he tilts his head to slot your lips together. His kiss is hard and demanding and passionate. His tongue flicks at the seam of your lips and you open your mouth to him. You taste blood when his tongue curls with yours, but for some reason it makes you want him even more. You break the kiss with a gasp when you start to feel lightheaded.

He wraps an arm around your back and pulls you to his chest in a tight embrace. “Did you know that I could smell how wet you were when you read those naughty books of yours?” he whispers against your ear.

His lips graze along your jaw as he starts leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses against your neck. “Did you ever fantasize that I was one of the monsters from your stories?" A gentle flick of his tongue against your pulse point. "Did it make you come, thinking about me biting you as I fucked you?”

He huffs in amusement against your throat when you squirm in his lap. "Oh, you did, didn't you?" He licks up your neck and tugs on your earlobe with his teeth. "Don't worry, darling—I thought about it too."

“Solomon, please,” you whine in his ear as you wind your fingers through his hair and to try pull him closer. 

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” he asks as he nips lightly at your neck. “Fucking you senseless, tasting your pretty little cunt, feeding from you after. I don’t think I can wait much longer.”

You whimper when his hand grasps the back of your neck and tilts your head to allow him better access. “Will it hurt?”

His eyes flick up and meet your hesitant gaze; you look so lovely with lust-darkened eyes, brightened with a hint of fear. “Oh, you’re going to love this,” he murmurs darkly, voice thick and full of promise, just before he bites you.

You cry out in surprise when the sharp pinch of his fangs break your skin. The slight pain dissipates and leaves behind a warming sensation that builds where his greedy lips drink from you. Waves of molten pleasure spread down your neck and courses through your veins, and you moan loudly and unashamed as desire pools in your belly.

Your thighs are warm and sticky from the slick soaking your underwear and your clit throbs with need. You grind down against his thigh in search of friction, and he moans appreciatively as he continues to slurp noisily at your neck.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders as you chase your pleasure, riding up and down his thigh as slick seeps through your pants and eases the glide. The wet fabric of your underwear pulls taut against your folds and adds a hint of friction to your clit every time you rub yourself against him. 

He grunts and pushes your hips down, encouraging you to move even faster as he rocks against you. He relaxes his jaw and pulls his fangs from your neck, but the sensation of his tongue licking over the small bite marks is enough to send you over the edge. You hide your face against his shoulder when you cry out his name when you come, another surge of slick coating your folds and seeping through your clothes onto his.

He grabs at your ass and encourages you to keep moving against him, riding out your orgasm and wringing every drop of pleasure from your body. You fall limp against his chest and tremble from sensitivity, exhausted but so satisfied.

“You did so well for me. You’re perfect, darling.”  He rubs your back and waits for you to catch your breath before he tilts your head up for a kiss. It's softer and sweeter than the kisses before, but it still stains your lips crimson.

You groan uncomfortably when you shift in his lap, and you realize just how wet and sticky your underwear and pants are now. There are dark streaks of your slick on his thigh and the pant leg underneath your dribbling cunt is soaked.

He looks delighted when he glances down and admires the mess you made of him. “You smell so delicious, I might never wash these again,” he teases, “but for now, perhaps we should move this to the bedroom? There’s so much more I want to show you, and I’m still hungry.”

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[wonderlanddreamer]

I was wondering if you could write something on Alfie? Alfie seeking comfort in the reader after a bad day? Or soft seduction after a long day, either works

His Serenity.

[Alfie Solomons x Reader]

Summary: After a bad day, Alfie just wants to be alone, or so he thinks. But then there's you, with your own sensual way to bring him serenity.

Warnings: Explicit content. Oral sex [m receiving]. 18+MDNI.

Word Count: 3086

The faint, musty scent of old books and aged wood fills every corner of Alfie Solomons' office as you meticulously sort through the stacks of paperwork on his cluttered desk. The hum of the bustling distillery outside seeps through the walls, a comforting backdrop that provides a steady rhythm you've grown accustomed to over the months. Golden sunlight filters through the small, grimy windows, casting long shadows that stretch across the room, signalling the end of another arduous day. Just as you finish organising the last stack, the door slams open with a force that sends a shiver down your spine and rattles the windows.

Alfie strides in, his presence like a storm brewing in the confined space. His face is a mask of fury; his eyes are wild, and his teeth are gritted as if he's biting back a torrent of words. Papers cascade off his desk in a chaotic flurry as he sweeps an arm across it, sending documents flying. The sound of glass shattering pierces the air as he hurls a bottle against the wall, the remnants glittering on the floor like jagged stars.

"Get out!" His voice is a thunderclap, reverberating through your bones and echoing in the small room.

You freeze, your instincts screaming at you to obey, but something deeper holds you rooted to the spot. Leaving him like this feels wrong, unbearable, as if abandoning a ship in the midst of a storm. Despite the danger radiating from him, you step closer, your heart pounding so loudly you fear he might hear it.

Alfie's eyes narrow on you, his breath coming in heavy, ragged bursts that speak of barely contained rage. He snatches a bottle of whiskey from a nearby shelf, the motion abrupt and aggressive, and slumps into his worn leather chair. The fury in his movements still simmers just beneath the surface as he takes a long, hard swig, the tension in his frame almost palpable, like a coiled spring.

Ignoring the voice in your head that begs you to leave, you move behind him, your steps careful and deliberate. Your hands rest gently on his broad, tense shoulders, and you start to knead the tight knots of muscle with a practised touch. He tenses beneath your fingers, a low growl escaping his lips, a sound that mixes frustration with reluctant relief.

"I said, get out," he mutters, but the command lacks its former bite, sounding more like a plea than an order.

His protests grow weaker as your fingers work their way into the tension, soothing the rage bit by bit. The knots of stress begin to unravel under your touch, and you remain gentle, your hands a source of comfort to him and a balm to your own worry. Gradually, you can feel the tightness leaving his muscles, his breaths becoming more even and less ragged, as though the storm within him is slowly abating.

Feeling the tension slowly ebb from his body, you continue to massage Alfie's shoulders with a gentle, reassuring touch. His breathing steadies, the furious edge softening as the anger drains away. You can sense him becoming more receptive to your presence, his body relaxing under your ministrations as the tempest within him begins to calm.

After a long, silent moment, Alfie leans back slightly, his eyes closed as he savours the relief your hands have brought him. His rough exterior seems to crumble ever so slightly, revealing a glimpse of the vulnerable man beneath the tough facade. Without warning, his hand reaches up to cover yours, holding it in place as if to anchor himself in the newfound calm.

He lets out a low, rumbling sigh, and before you can react, he gently pulls you around to the front of his chair. The look in his eyes is different now, softened by exhaustion and perhaps something more profound. He guides you into his lap with surprising tenderness, his strong arms encircling you protectively.

For a moment, you hesitate, unsure of this sudden shift in his mood. But the warmth of his embrace and the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear offer a strange, unexpected comfort. Alfie's rough hand strokes your back in slow, soothing motions, his touch seeking out the solace you provide.

"Stay," he murmurs, his voice a gravelly whisper that carries the weight of unspoken emotions. "Just for a while."

You nod, relaxing into his hold, your fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest.

As you settle into Alfie's lap, the warmth of his body seeping into yours, your hands continue their gentle caress. The heat from his skin radiates through the fabric of his shirt, mingling with your own warmth and creating a cocoon of intimacy. You can feel the tension leaving him in waves, replaced by something softer, more intimate. Your fingers trace along his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your touch, a soothing cadence that matches your own.

In the quiet of the office, the only sounds are the distant hum of the distillery and the soft, steady breaths you both take. You become acutely aware of the subtle shift in Alfie's breathing, the way his chest rises and falls more deliberately. His grip on your waist tightens ever so slightly, and you feel the undeniable evidence of his arousal pressing against you. A flush of heat rises to your cheeks, your skin tingling with the electricity of the moment, but you don't pull away. Instead, you let your hands explore more deliberately, your touch both soothing and inviting, each stroke a silent promise.

Alfie's eyes meet yours, dark and intense, searching for any sign of hesitation or doubt. But you hold his gaze steadily, your own eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity, acceptance, and something deeper, an unspoken understanding. The corner of his mouth twitches into a small, almost vulnerable smile, as if seeking your permission, a rare glimpse of the man behind the hardened exterior.

In response, you lean in closer, your lips brushing against his ear with a feather-light touch as you whisper, "I'm here, Alfie. I'm not going anywhere." The words hang in the air, a vow as much to yourself as to him.

He closes his eyes, a shuddering breath escaping his lips as he pulls you even closer, your bodies fitting together as if they were meant to. His arms encircle you with a protective strength, and the tension melts away, replaced by a profound sense of connection. Your hands slide down to the small of his back, fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, feeling the heat of his desire and the depth of his need, a silent communication that passes between you.

Feeling the palpable tension and desire between you and Alfie, you decide to take things further. Your hands slowly slide down his chest, tracing the contours of his muscles with deliberate, tender movements. You shift your position with care, easing yourself off his lap and sinking to your knees between his legs, your eyes never leaving his. The intimacy of the moment deepens as you look up at him, your touch a blend of reassurance and invitation.

Alfie's eyes follow your every movement, dark and intense, filled with a mixture of surprise and anticipation. You can feel the weight of his gaze on you, a silent communication that speaks volumes. The atmosphere in the room seems to thicken with every passing second, the air charged with a palpable tension. Your hands, now trembling slightly with the gravity of the moment, fumble with the buttons of his trousers.

You take a deep breath, steadying yourself as you work to free him from the confines of the fabric. The sound of your breathing mingles with his, creating a symphony of shared anticipation. Alfie’s hand reaches down, his fingers brushing against your cheek in a surprisingly tender gesture.

"Are you sure?" Alfie's voice is a low, gravelly whisper, laced with both desire and a hint of uncertainty. The question hangs in the air, a delicate balance of vulnerability and need.

Looking up into his eyes, you nod, your own voice soft but firm. "I've never been more sure about anything." The conviction in your words seems to resonate with him, his eyes darkening further.

His hand gently cups your face, his thumb tracing a slow, path along your cheekbone. With a sense of newfound determination, you finally manage to undo his trousers, your hands moving with more confidence as you begin to explore the warmth and hardness beneath. The fabric parts easily under your touch, revealing the intense heat and the throbbing evidence of his desire.

With Alfie's trousers undone, the anticipation between you grows thicker, almost tangible. You take a steadying breath, your lips trailing soft, exploratory kisses along his shaft. Each touch is a silent promise of what's to come. The warmth of his skin against your lips sends a shiver down your spine, your senses heightened by the intimacy of the moment.

Alfie's breath hitches, his fingers tightening in your hair as you continue your tender assault. The sensation of his touch, the way his breath catches, fuels your confidence. You take your time, savouring the moment, allowing the tension to build like a slow-burning fire.

As your kisses reach the tip, you feel a surge of electricity pass between you both. Your tongue flicks out, tasting him, eliciting a low, guttural moan from Alfie. The sound spurs you on, your movements becoming more confident, more purposeful, your touch a blend of reverence and hunger.

Your tongue begins to work along his length, tracing patterns, exploring every inch of him with desire. Alfie's hands, once tense, now cradle your head, guiding you gently, his breath coming in ragged gasps that speak of the pleasure you're giving him.

"Christ," he mutters, his voice a strained whisper filled with awe and desire. "You're fuckin' magic, sweetheart." The words, spoken with such raw emotion, sparked your ignition, your movements becoming even more deliberate, more intense, as you seek to bring him the pleasure he so clearly craves. You look up at him, your eyes locking onto his, and you see the raw need and admiration there. The intensity in his gaze seems to fuel your determination to pleasure him, to bring him relief from the storm that had consumed him earlier.

With each stroke of your tongue, each gentle suck, you feel him responding, his body tightening, his hips subtly moving in rhythm with your ministrations. The room feels charged with an almost electric energy, the air thick with the scent of his arousal and the sound of your shared breaths.

Alfie's grip on your hair tightens, his breaths turning into soft, broken moans. The sounds he makes, the way his body reacts to your touch, is a symphony of pleasure that echoes in the quiet room.

With Alfie’s moans echoing in your ears and the palpable tension between you, you decide to take the next step. You pause for a moment, looking up at him, ensuring that this is what he truly wants. His eyes, dark and intense, meet yours, and the gentle pressure of his hand in your hair is all the confirmation you need.

Slowly, you part your lips and take him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the tip before gradually taking him deeper. The warmth and taste of him fill your senses, and you feel his whole body shudder in response. Alfie’s hand tightens in your hair, not forcefully, but in a way that guides and encourages you, his fingers threading through your strands with a tenderness that belies the raw desire between you.

You start with slow, deliberate movements, your mouth creating a rhythm that matches the rising and falling of his chest. Each time you take him deeper, you feel his body tense and hear the soft, husky sounds escaping his lips. The way he responds to you, the way his body reacts, pushes you to give him everything you have.

"Fuck," Alfie groans, his voice rough with pleasure. "You're fuckin' incredible. Don't stop." His words are a command and a plea, filled with a desperate need that resonates with your own.

Your hands find their place on his thighs, gripping them for support as you continue. The muscles beneath your fingers are tense, coiled with the anticipation of release. You hollow your cheeks, increasing the suction, and you can feel him responding to every move you make. The taste of him, the feel of his hardness against your tongue, and the sounds of his pleasure create a heady mix that drives you to go further, to push him closer to the edge.

Alfie’s hips begin to move in time with your motions, his breathing becoming more erratic. You can feel the tension building within him, his body on the edge of release. Your mouth works him with a determined rhythm, each movement designed to bring him closer to the brink, to draw out his pleasure.

As Alfie’s moans grow louder, you look up at him, your eyes meeting his. The connection between you is electric, charged with a shared intensity that transcends words. In this moment, you are his anchor, his solace, and his desire, all wrapped into one.

His grip on your hair tightens one last time as a deep, shuddering moan escapes his lips, signalling his impending climax. You brace yourself, ready to take all of him, determined to bring him to the release he so desperately needs. The anticipation builds within you as you feel him teetering on the edge.

Alfie’s body tenses, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. With a final, deep moan, he climaxes, his release filling your mouth. The taste of him is a heady blend of salt and musk, a testament to the intensity of his desire. You do your best to take all of him, savouring the moment and the intimacy it brings.

As the waves of his pleasure subside, Alfie gently but firmly pulls you up to his lap. His eyes have softened, now a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, more profound. He cradles your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing tenderly over your cheeks as he helps you clean up. The intimacy of the moment lingers, a quiet testament to the bond you've just deepened.

"Come ‘ere," he murmurs, his voice still rough from the intensity of his release. He reaches for a handkerchief from the desk, carefully wiping away any remnants with a gentleness that contrasts with his earlier ferocity. His touch is tender, each stroke of the cloth against your skin filled with a reverence that takes your breath away.

You sit straddling his lap, your arms resting around his neck, allowing him to care for you. There's a vulnerability in the way he tends to you, a silent acknowledgment of the connection between you. The room feels smaller, cosier, as if it has been transformed from the earlier chaos.

"Thank you," he whispers, his forehead resting against yours. The words are simple, yet they carry a weight of sincerity that resonates deeply within you. "You have no idea how much I fuckin’ needed that."

You smile softly, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. "I’m here for you, Alfie. Always." The promise in your words is solid.

His eyes meet yours, filled with a complex mix of emotions—relief, gratitude, and a burgeoning affection. He pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you in a protective embrace. The world outside may be chaotic, but in this moment, you both find a rare, fragile peace in each other’s arms.

Nestled in Alfie's lap, you find a comforting rhythm in the gentle sway of your bodies. His fingers trail up and down your back, leaving a path of warmth and tenderness in their wake. The roughness of his hands contrasts beautifully with the softness of his touch, each stroke sending shivers down your spine. The feeling is intoxicating, grounding you in the moment.

You lean in closer, resting your head against his shoulder, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. The steady thump of his heartbeat beneath your touch is a soothing lullaby. Alfie presses a soft kiss to your temple, his breath warm against your skin, a silent promise of his presence and devotion.

"You're somethin’ else, you know that?" he murmurs, his voice a quiet rumble that vibrates through your entire being.

You lift your head to meet his gaze, a smile tugging at your lips. "I could say the same about you, Alfie."

He chuckles softly, the sound deep and rich, filling the small space with a rare sense of contentment. His eyes soften as he looks at you, the hard edges of his usual demeanour melting away to reveal a man capable of profound tenderness. The transformation is striking, and it fills you with a sense of awe and affection.

You shift slightly, one hand coming up to cup his cheek. "It's nice to see you like this," you admit softly, your thumb brushing over the stubble on his jaw. "At peace." The admission is vulnerable, but it feels right, a reflection of the honesty that defines your relationship.

Alfie leans into your touch, his eyes closing briefly as if to savour the moment. "You bring out the best in me, darlin’," he replies, his voice barely above a whisper. "I dunno how, but you do." The admission is raw, honest, and it tugs at your heartstrings.

Alfie's hands continue their gentle exploration of your back, each touch a silent promise of safety and affection.

With a tender smile, you lean in and press a soft kiss to his lips, feeling the way he melts into the kiss. It's not urgent or passionate, but slow and lingering. The sensation is intoxicating, a perfect blend of tenderness and desire.

When you finally pull back, Alfie's eyes are half-lidded, a serene expression on his face. "Stay with me," he says quietly, his voice carrying a vulnerability that tugs at your heartstrings. "Just like this."

You nod, your fingers threading through his hair as you lean in closer. "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else," you whisper, your voice filled with a quiet certainty.

The two of you share a lingering kiss, a reaffirmation of your promises and the unbreakable bond between you. As you sit there, wrapped in each other's arms, you know that this—right here, right now—is where you both truly belong.

[irishmammonagenda]

hii , do you mind doing diavolo x m!court jester reader?

i saw a post with a king x jester trope and i could not get it out of my head 😭 it can be headcanons or a short drabble, wtv you want!!

hihi! this is such an interesting thingy to write and i apologise for taking a while to write it, writing male characters is fun but lowkey kind of hard for me😔✊

i also dont know what jesters do and my knowledge is watching horrible histories when i was younger so this is widely inaccurate heehee

no but fr i think in another universe diavolo would be a jester tbh

dividers by @/ioveartfilm

grma for requesting <3!!!!

Funny Funny (I'm in love with you.) Diavolo X M!Court Jester Reader

He laughs at your jokes like a man on crack

You're his favourite employee in the castle and your room is right beside his chambers (he made sure of it)

You sneak into his room for sleepovers sometimes. Barbatos has given up on propriety.

The Little Ds help you with your super cool jester preformances. They're surprisingly good at dancing and balancing plates.

You use the Little Ds as juggling balls sometimes.

Diavolo has promoted you as much as possible, bro atp people think you're a consort instead of court jester.

like they will full on go up to you to pitch ideas or put in a good word for Diavolo since he'll listen to you.

Barbatos also forces you to tell Diavolo news that'll make him angry or upset since he takes it a lot better coming from you.

Unrelated but you'd 100% be friends with Solomon and Thirteen. Which is awkward when theyre in the same room together.

Apart from Barbatos and Lucifer occassionally disciplining you, you are untouchable.

"Your Heighness...." A noble bows in front of Diavolo's throne. Why that scumbag had requested an audience with the Demon Prince, you had no idea. Technically you weren't even supposed to be listening in, but no one had noticed you on the chandelier yet so that was their problem.

And your problem when Barbatos eventually found out. Said Demon standing beside Diavolo's throne.

You watch as Diavolo nods along, uncharacteristically serious. "What do you need?"

"Well...I believe if we stopped trading pickles to the humans it would be a lot less daunting to create them-"

You blink. What the fuck. Bro requested an audience for this? Damn, this was so unserious it was good material for your next stand up routine.

You watch from overhead as Diavolo blinks, his wings stiffening ever so slightly, the crimson-haired prince raises an eyebrow. "You want to stop trading pickles to the Human Realm?"

"Yes, My Lord." The noble responds earnestly.

"No."

The demon blinks, astounded.

"Excuse me, may I ask you repeat that, my Lord?"

"No. Human's love pickles. They're our main traders. It'd sour relations even more." Diavolo says, you watch as Barbatos takes a deep breath, and as the Demon Prince begins to get annoyed.

You stiffle a laugh at the noble squandering, which leads to your downfall as you move your hands over your mouth, taking them off of your jester hat.

Which falls.

All the way down to the ground.

The bells on the hat jingle.

Barbatos' eyes are trained on you like a hawk. So are Diavolo's, but his eyes are more of an excited child on christmas than anything else.

The noble's eyes widen.

"Sup?" You grin awkwardly. The noble, sensing a way out of this pickle debate uses this as an excuse to say his goodbyes and leave.

Diavolo doesn't even notice. Barbatos just shakes his head ever so slightly.

"That guy was in a real pickle...!...Haha...right guys?" You laugh awkwardly, and despite the fact you're not funny at all, the Prince cackles like it was the best stand up routine he'd ever heard in his life.

You were currently at a banquet talking to the Little D's about your next juggling stunt when a demon approached you.

"Hello." She smiles, her red lips glossy.

"Sup."

"Well, I was wondering if I could ask a favour or two....." She looks hesitant but composed.

You nods your head, the bells on your hat jingling. You're convinced Diavolo put them on there to serve as some sort of cat bell.

"Well....I had an idea for expanding our trades of magical herbs to human world Alaska...since a few witches have been living on quote on quote 'lesbian cottages' there."

You whistle. "Damn. Do they have huskies?"

"A lot of them, from what I hear." She nods, her tail wrapping around her leg absentmindedly. "Could you put in good word for Lord Diavolo for me?"

"Sure?" You tilt your head, the bells jingle slightly.

The demon grins, "Thanks he'll listen to you more thoroughly!"

Little D No.2 pops out from your breast pocket. "That's because everyone thinks you two are gay for eachother."

You yank him out of there. "Go annoy Mammon."

"Sir yes sir!"

At this point you should be the Avatar of Pride.

"Sire. I'm telling you. He just stabbed several upper class demons with a rusty spoon!" The demon knight urges Diavolo, who isn't even looking at him.

"You expect me to believe that?" Diavolo tilts his head. You nod vigorously from where you're covered in entrails and holding a rusty spoon in your hands. "MC wouldn't hurt a fly."

The knight looks from you to him with a lax jaw.

What.

The.

Fuck.

That knight's putting his two weeks in now icl.

^^ idea from that one person on tiktok (sirleoninsunglasses) i cant get it out of my head.

can you tell im a merlin fan.

gang idk what noble people talk about i made these discussions up as i went along but i can assure you that pickle trading and lesbian witches in alaska are actually the only thing nobles talked about in history i pinky promise

[toastermoth]

Hello! I saw your requests are open! I’m actually a fem reader, but I don’t mind a gender neutral one! I’d like to know your headcanons on Solomon when he becomes romantically interested with the mc. Like if he’ll do anything for them or does he get jealous whenever mc spends so much time with the demon brothers. Anything that you think about, it’s up to you. 😊 It’s been a very long time that I haven’t played Obey Me and I just miss them. Thanks!

Hell yeah!! I got OM after almost a year of not playing so ik what you mean when you say you miss them! (I missed Satan </3) one batch of Solomon hcs coming right up! APOLOGIES FOR THIS BEING LONG I HAD FUN WRITING THING

SOLOMON X GN! READER HCS

This man, he's old. Old man. So obviously he knows a few things about love.

Usually it's other people swooning for him but when he met you this man was DOWN MFING BAD.

He started to come up to talk to you inbetween classes more and more often. In a way he seemed awkward?

Hm, maybe he's just trying to be kind? Until he started walking you home everyday which always made you happy because unlike the brothers, he wouldn't abandon you on your walks.

Casually helping you carry books to eventually racing you playfully, to holding your hand and making you run with him all the way to the house of Lamination.

You found yourself falling for the white haired wizard and went to Asmo for advice.

"Sweetie, just say your feelings! I'm more than sure his feelings are intertwined with yours! And if you're too scared work up to it! Spend more time with him and only him!"

Taking Asmo's advice over timeyou found yourself at the purgatory hall. Everyday it seemed like a routine, get up, go to school, go home with Solomon and do whatever two oblivious people who have a crush on each other do!

The lust demon however thought you two were still taking too long and decided to take matters into his own hands.

Next thing you knew, Asmodeus was suddenly all over you, asking to shop, asking to try on some new makeup with him and then soon all the brothers caught on and had their own requests.

"Y/n I require you assistance for this paperwork. Surely you won't disappoint me."

"YO! Y/N! I need ya to help me with some uh.. uh.. LISTEN I JUST NEED YOUR HELP ALRIGHT?!"

"Hey normie, get on Mononoke Land! There's a new event going on!"

"Y/n I need you for helping me find this human book, it's about this boy-"

"Y/n dear! I found this color changing nail polish and it's to DIE FOR! Cmon I need to test it on you!"

"Y/n I'm hungry.. can you make me something? We can share if you want too if I don't eat it all."

"Mnn.. y/n come nap with me... m cold and you're nice and warm.."

Once Solomon noticed you were canceling your plans with him, he started to get suspicious and a little insecure. (He'd never say that out loud however.)

Finally after some debating, he decided to personally take you home with him and find ways to keep you both busy.

The demons take notice (especially Lucifer after you didn't answer his texts after 5 minutes) and sneaked around (Simeon let them in) and noticed you and Solomon laughing together?

"HEY WHAT TH-" "SHHHHH Love is happening."

You hear the demon brothers' bickering but pay no attention as you resume your tickle fight with Solomon.

"You're the person I'd let tickle me and that's saying something, you're the only person I'd let do a lot of things." he said inbetween laughs.

You look at him so full of love as he grabs both your hands and starts tickling you!

"Let the lovebirds be, cmon out out!" Asmo yelled, you both stopped and started laughing at his antics.

God he was in love.

[trashytoastboi]

~Seven Days of Sin Event~

Obey Me!

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To Corrupt an Angel - M! Version (NSFW)

Solomon x M! Reader x Simeon

WARNING: NSFW (Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, lowkey Dom/Sub dynamics, Overstimulation, Threesome, Corruption Kink, Teasing, Fingering, Oral, Missionary, Doggy, Riding, Mating Press, Dacryphilia, Masturbation, Virgin, Hair Pulling, Begging, Orgasm Denial/Edging, Mild Choking, Anal (kind of), Face Fucking, Biting, Body Worship} 

Word count: 7,996 words

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{Name} departed for another night at Purgatory Hall; this was a regular occurrence and normal for him to go over at least two times a week, Solomon and {Name} started a relationship that ran a little deeper than their friendship. Something akin to friends with benefits, and his constantly coming over to spend time with Solomon wasn't exactly out of the ordinary. Besides for the most part, they were discreet and everyone knew none the wiser, aside from the more intuitive people like Barbatos and Lucifer could see the telltale signs. Most assumed it was just Solomon offering guidance in regards to his magic, seeing that they are both human. I mean after all, they're friends so nothing wrong. At first it was innocent, Solomon simply wanted to offer companionship, friendship and comfort knowing that humans are somewhat of a rare commodity within the Devildom. {Name’s} innocence attracted Solomon’s attention, invoked a protective streak until he grew addicted to all of his little expressions, sounds and reactions he could pull from {Name} with every increasingly bold act. Until he, well, in a sense corrupted {Name}. Giving him the first taste of what the human body could offer, ironic isn’t it, surrounded by demons and yet he fell to temptation at the hands of a fellow human. 

Simeon stayed up later than his usual time, writing as the spark of inspiration struck. Not exactly at the most opportune time however Simeon would never complain even if it required he burn some of the midnight oil. He slumped against his desk and rubbed his eyes from the creeping exhaustion. Simeon rose to his feet and wrestled with the idea of going to sleep or trying to get a few more lines out. Well, he'd decide after a drink of water and then probably turn in for the night knowing himself. Quietly he clicks the door open, taking care not to move the handle too quickly in case the metal squeaks as obnoxiously loud as it does on occasion. Practically tiptoeing he makes his way in complete silence. He downs his glass of water that leaves him feeling a little more refreshed. Simeon sets the glass down on the counter. He heads down the hallway back to his room, the silence is disturbed by the slightest, whimper? Simeon questioned if he heard that correctly, he noticed the sound coming from the guest room where {Name} is staying, and holding a genuine concern he pressed his ear against the door. “S-Solomon wait! Mnnn…” his voice rang out sweetly with a moan that made the angel blush furiously. “It's alright baby boy, just trust me.” Solomon's voice joined in his symphony, almost sounding breathless and strained. The heat crept and spread from Simeon's ears, cascading down his face and neck. Those kinds of sounds were pretty obvious and he could only imagine what was happening. “Surely not..?” He tried to reason with himself, shaking the very thought from his mind. “It's none of my business anyway.” The moment when Simeon turned to leave, {Name's} voice cried out, and that initial heat traveled further down. Simeon ran back to his room. His face, heart and mind are all in a mess, it's so easy to misunderstand those sounds, {Name’s} sounds. They are so pretty…so licentious. Simeon felt shame when he saw his own state of arousal. His hardened cock strained against his clothing. 

The discomfort is too great to ignore or sleep it off. Simeon laid on his bed, trying to force sleep against the repeating sound of {Name's} moans that played in his mind over and over again. His thoughts began to stray, wander. Crossing into a curious and unfamiliar territory. Simeon admittedly never felt curious about such things, never felt the impulsive tug to stray down the path of temptation. Somehow, just the imagery of {Name} in that light, wondering how his body would look? How would it feel? How sweet would his lips taste? And how warm would his skin feel against his body? The thoughts drove the poor angel borderline mad. Madness would be the only reasonable explanation for his actions. Simeon slid his hand down between his thighs nervously, “Oh…” a foreign sensation arose, he turned to bury his face in the pillow as he palmed against his erection. Even just over the cloth of his pants felt so good. Was this pleasure? Simeon tasted this gratification for the very first time. He whined softly, biting the fabric of his pillow between his teeth to muffle the sounds, sliding his hand into his pants. Uncertain of what exactly to do, he caressed and touched his cock, noting the sensation every time he ran his hand up and down was immeasurable to anything he'd felt before. “Would this feel even better if it was {Name}?” Simeon thought, imagining his hands. Touching him, teasing him and stroking him the way he is doing to himself right now. Simeon's body trembled from the sensation that took him, a strange tension that wracked through his body something he could only describe as pure bliss and the afterglow as he came down from that high. He sighed with a soft moan realizing it was an orgasm. His first taste of physical pleasure. Not to be misunderstood, Simeon is not oblivious nor a complete stranger to such topics and knowledge. All the knowledge he possesses is purely theory and never had the opportunity to be applied practically. Up until this point in his very long life, the angel has never felt any urges or need to experience it. 

Simeon probably felt more ashamed than he ever had in his whole existence. It manifested in all of his awkward mannerisms. Luke sang and chirped happily while making pancakes asking for Simeon to help, which he was happy to welcome any form of a distraction. Simeon however, even when doing something that he enjoyed, was too distracted. Making obvious mistakes, mixing up the amount of salt versus sugar, blundering the cracking of eggs till there was more shell in the batter than egg. Luke eventually banned him from the kitchen, sending him off to set the table. Simeon was completely out of it, and had not made a single inkling of eye contact with {Name} or Solomon. He mumbled out a stuttered good morning which vexed the both of them as to his sudden shift from his usual self. It’s not as if they knew that he had heard the two of them, nor that he made his own assumptions. It was a stretch to believe those sounds were innocent, and yet Simeon grasped at those straws to convince himself.  Especially after he imagined {Name} in such a manner, and all the things he wondered about what he would do to him in the fantasy. Solomon smirked, noticing all of his strange reactions. His absent mindedness and sneaking glances at {Name} only to fire up in an all too obvious blush on his face and ears. Solomon clicked, the shadows under the door and the little scurrying figure wasn’t all in his imagination. Arguably he felt Simeon’s presence, and thought nothing of it. Wholeheartedly believing the angel would just walk along and ignore what happened behind the door.

Days after the little incident and blatant avoidance. The awkwardness began to settle enough for Simeon to be around {Name} again. He became more relaxed, complacent since ‘that’ hadn’t happened again. He was tired, probably delusional from the exhaustion, and imagined that. Those lustful urges tugged for attention in the back of his mind, Simeon pushed them aside and ignored them easily enough. {Name} reached up to touch his forehead, he flinched away from the human’s touch. “Sorry, wanted to check and make sure you were okay.” He offered a stiff smile in light of the strange atmosphere. “T-That’s okay.” Simeon cleared his throat and tried to force the words out as naturally as he could. “I’ll see you later.” {Name} said before leaving, curious he would say that when the day was nearly over. It came to his ears last that {Name} would be spending the night at Purgatory Hall that evening yet again. Simeon sat on his bed, staring blankly at the novel he picked up to read. After reading the same sentence for the umpteenth time he resigned to the fact he would not be able to read further. His brain begged for an answer to his incessant questions. Would they be doing that again? Would he be able to hear {Name’s} sweet voice again? Simeon repeated the question again, drawing up not a single answer but rather a slew of potentials. Could be this, could be that’s. So he did the only reasonable thing he could have, he wanted a glass of water. Taking a few quiet steps in the silence of the late night, he heard it again. Simeon did truly plan to just walk past, not repeat his mistake from last time and linger a little too long. Surely just a little wouldn’t hurt? To Simeon’s pleasant surprise, the sounds leaked out from {Name’s} room, growing louder as he got closer. He could hear Solomon’s voice groaning in content. To further Simeon’s surprise, the door is cracked open just a little, ever so slightly, enough for him to glimpse inside. The scene inside showed {Name}, all of him, on all fours atop the bed. His hands gripping and bunching the sheets below while his chest heaved with breath. {Name’s} forehead painted with a light sheen of sweat, eyes glossed over and he bit lip as his body practically fell forward with every hard thrust from Solomon. Flashing a knowing grin watching how {Name} fell apart from his cock. “Feeling good baby?” He emphasized his words with a chuckle. “Sol- I can’t...hng-” his words fell short, unable to even string together a single sentence. The heat spread through Simeon’s body again, that same demanding urge. He turned on his heel and ran back to his room. 

Solomon watched the figure leave, his lips curled into an all too familiar smirk that meant things were working out exactly like he anticipated. He leaned down pressing a soft kiss to {Name’s} back, resting his forehead against him as he reveled in the feeling of {Name} cumming around him again. “Solomon…” he whined his name. “Hm?” He turned his full attention back to the trembling man. 

Simeon held his breath in fear of his voice being too loud. The lust consumed him with a fast and fierce blaze that had him cumming not even after a few touches. He'd barely touched himself and found the same release he'd craved since the first time, was it always like this? He let out shaky breaths afraid of raising his voice. The need did not dissipate, the aching feeling only got worse. Desire in its purest form, and for him, with everything foreign, strange and new. The first experience, and taste of pleasure. A sinful indulgence in which he should never partake. A stinging sweetness laced with guilt that could easily be swallowed down with wanton pleasure. His impatience and temptation for something more real than his fantasies grew and Simeon could not handle it well. 

He avoided breakfast. He couldn't bear it, facing {Name} the person of his desire, and Solomon who evoked what could be considered envy, Simeon could not bring himself to be in their presence. After what he witnessed the previous night, what he heard and touching himself to the very thought of wishing it was him doing those things and not Solomon. Simeon heard through Luke that {Name} would be spending another night, sure seeing him a couple times a week was normal, but consecutive nights? Not so much. Colour him surprised, the news practically wrecked his mind for the day. Left unable to concentrate and distracted, his mind constantly fell back to thinking about {Name}, would he be able to see him in such a manner again tonight? No. He really shouldn't. It was already bad enough to be sneaking around, not once but twice. The second time where he was no better than a peeping Tom. Despite Simeon's arguments, protests against himself, here he is. Once again, outside of the guest room door. The door that so conveniently had been left slightly ajar, inviting him to peek inside. Simeon glanced inside, {Name} was sitting on Solomon's lap, his back pressed against the sorcerer's chest and his thighs spread wide apart. His hands mapped {Name’s} body, teased his chest while occasionally rolling his nipples between his deft fingers. His fingers drew a line from his lips, down his jaw to his neck and shoulders. He pressed kiss after kiss, lingering to suckle and nibble at the skin. He leaned his head against Solomon’s chest, Solomon perked up “Looks like our guest is here.” he whispered to {Name}. His mind however, proved to be far too occupied to take any real note of his words. Especially not registering the news of a guest. “Why don’t you come in Simeon?”

Simeon felt his blood run cold, heart hammering away in his chest from fear of being caught. Did he know? Did Solomon know that he was there the whole time, now and before? Simeon debated running back to his room, admitting his guilt and trying to forcefully forget everything that he witnessed. Flight or fight, in Simeon’s case, freeze. He stayed glued to the floor unable to leave nor enter. The lack of response had the sorcerer sighing and with a gesture of his hand easily had the door flying open with Simeon tumbling inside. {Name} jolted from the startling sight of a familiar person stumbling into the room. In his embarrassment he frantically tried to cover what he could of his body, Solomon’s hands stopped {Name’s} in their panic. “No, baby. Let him see you. Let him see how pretty you are for me.” 

Simeon gazed upward, his expression flustered and showing nothing short of shame. He felt even worse for getting caught. His eyes fell to the floor and fixated on the edge of the bed, uncertain of where he could look. “Simeon, eyes up here.” Solomon said. Reluctant though not refusing the invitation his eyes drifted up, higher and higher till his gaze met {Name’s}. His eyes were not the only things in his line of sight, the entirety of his body was on display in front of him. Solomon traced his fingers along his human companion’s thighs, closer and closer, stopping to shift its direction and glide up his navel. Teasingly, for both {Name} and Simeon. He inched closer, lightly dragging his finger down {Name’s} inner thigh. Solomon took one long stroke, smirking when he felt how hard he already was, not that it ever took much. He circled his fingers around the base of his cock watching how {Name’s} body shuddered and melted into his touch. Solomon moved his fingers with practiced and precise finesse knowing exactly how to touch {Name}. He knew his body all too well, enough for a few of his touches to make him fall apart. “This is what you wanted to see, isn’t it?” Solomon directed his question to Simeon, accentuating his words as he slid one of his long fingers inside of {Name}. Simeon had a front row seat and he could see everything, hear every lewd sound and observe every tiny reaction straight from man he desired. The mesmerizing way his chest rose and sank with heavy breath, how the pleasure would cause {Name} to tremble from being touched. How beautiful, Simeon thought. 

Moments pass, his eyes never budge from the display before him. The only thing that snapped Simeon out of his trance was the nagging ache between his legs that had him squirming and trying to hide how uncomfortably hard he is. Solomon proceeded with his delicate ministrations, {Name} slowly rutted his hips against the sorcerer’s fingers as he added a second finger following a specific pattern of movement at a set pace. The goal after all is simply to tease and prepare. He leaned his head back against Solomon, turning to place messy kisses along his neck when he wasn’t floating up in the clouds. Solomon’s fingers always were impeccably dexterous, one in, then two, then none. His odd little counting game with fingers before surprising {Name} with three, sinking them as deep as he could and intentionally bumping against his cock simultaneously before using his free hand to wrap around his throat, then changing to roughly grab his chest.  “Cum for me baby, show Simeon how pretty you look when you cum.” Solomon encouraged, {Name’s} body as if following instruction came on Solomon’s fingers while he continued to whisper sweet words of encouragement. Splatterings of his cum covered his own stomach, {Name} slumped against his body, needing a moment to gather himself and catch his breath. Having an audience made him so much more aware of everything, far more perceptive to the sensation of his touch. Solomon kissed his head, “I honestly thought you would have joined sooner. That’s why I left the door open for you.” Solomon’s eyes fixate on Simeon’s, his pallor flushes with his embarrassment. “I…I…” he stuttered over his words, unable to muster any when brought to the forefront. “So? Don’t you want it…The real thing?” Solomon asked, his fingers spreading {Name’s} thighs even further in front of Simeon, inviting him to make his fantasy real and fall to his first real temptation.

All of this sent the angel’s mind into a frenzy, he wanted to touch {Name}. Perhaps in his life he had never wanted anything more. Some reservations existed even now. He argued with himself, however, his desire to pleasure him seemed all too convincing. Simeon pushed all other thoughts aside, they were not needed. Obviously in his body language he looked awkward, unsure of the first move. Solomon picked up on it and broke the silence with a few hushed whispers to {Name}. He turned his attention towards Simeon, “I’ll teach you so there is no need to worry.” The sorcerer lured him in with words of encouragement, Simeon rose to his feet and slowly meandered over, closer to where {Name} waited. The exchange student  smiled so sweetly, standing on shaking legs as he pressed a kiss to the angel’s lips, and with a mere utterance of his name, he had Simeon completely entranced. He would have believed it if someone told him that {Name} was a tempter. He shook his head, that would be wrong when this was born from his one sided desire for {Name}. Simeon’s temptation never occurred because he led him into it, his curiosity already made him fall and {Name} facilitated the place in which he landed. He could not deny what he so desperately craved. {Name} gave him another kiss, softer and somehow careful. Full of affection and care, Simeon didn’t know what to do. To the best of his ability he tried to follow his movements and fall into time with them. {Name} looked pleased, deciding to further his actions when he slipped his tongue into Simeon’s mouth. When he pulled away, his eyes were dazed and you could practically see the hearts floating in them. “Such an enraptured expression from a little kiss? How cute~♡” Solomon chirped. 

{Name} hummed, seemingly pleased with Simeon’s reaction and holding a little smirk knowing it was his tender kiss that made the angel so weak in the knees. “What do you want to do now?” Simeon mumbled some inaudible words, “You’ll have to speak up” Solomon encouraged. “I-...I want to m-make {Name} feel good.” The two couldn’t help but find Simeon absolutely adorable, their hearts swelled at his cuteness. “Well, you heard him {Name}” Solomon directs him to lay on the bed, pulling Simeon closer and guides him to kneel on the floor before {Name}. The poor baby blushed so much, he could not stop being so flustered. Everything happened so quickly, and it’s all so overwhelming. He feels breath tickling his ear as a few whispers are imparted, “You’re going to make him feel really good. Don’t worry, I’ll teach you.” Solomon’s reassurance helped Simeon to relax and mentally prepare for what he was going to do. “You’re going to use your mouth.” Simeon nervously shifted in an attempt to get a bit more comfortable and hide his desire, he looked towards {Name} to see him subtly bashful, he caught his lip between his teeth in anticipation. Having {Name} in the flesh was so much greater than his meager fantasy. Simeon almost felt bad for his poor mental rendition that did no justice in comparison to the real thing. Under Solomon’s guidance Simeon placed his hands on {Name’s} thighs, pleasantly surprised and taken with their warmth and softness. His fingers squeezed, his eyes marveling as he watched how his fingers squished  into the soft flesh. Without warning he leaned in and gently nommed, {Name} flinched in surprise at the contact, a small chuckle escaped his throat from the tickling feeling. 

Grinning at how everything is playing out, Solomon reaches his hands to work their magic on {Name’s} chest, focusing on pleasuring him while instructing Simeon on how to do the same. “Just use your tongue, pay attention to when he moans and you’ll learn his good spots. Isn’t that right baby?” He leaned in and captured {Name’s} mouth in a passionate kiss.  Simeon takes a tentative approach, slowly dragging his tongue along {Name’s} cock while watching every miniscule reaction. In a series of small, kitten-like licks he starts to get a feel for where he likes it. As his tongue reaches and swipes over his head, his body shudders as the exchange student’s moans spill and overflow into his kiss with Solomon. Simeon obliges, opening his mouth and wrapping it around the head of his cock. {Name} pulls away from the kiss “There…please” he pleads, Simeon focuses his attention and affection to that one point, dragging his tongue up and around with sloppy movements. “Suck on it a little, not too hard or else he’ll finish too quickly. Don’t worry if you can’t take it all.” Following the instructions, he nods and softly suckles on the sensitive tip. {Name} whines and whimpers, weaving his hand into Simeon’s dark hair, shifting between tugging at his hair and pushing his face down, trying to get more stimulation. No wonder the angel was taken aback while {Name} rutted his hips against Simeon’s mouth greedily in carnal desire. Aware of every tug against his roots only further egged him down and encouraged him like silent praise. Solomon grinned watching {Name} slipping further into the throes of ecstasy. “Good boy, you’re doing so well.” He praises, Simeon’s face flushes and heat rises to his ears, his body trembling from the praise. What is this? He wondered, unable to discern why his body reacted in such a way. This reaction did not miss the sorcerer’s keen eye. “Hmm a praise kink huh?” he muttered to himself, amused. Solomon moves alongside Simeon, “Now you’re going to multitask” he grasps Simeon’s hand and takes two of his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them and using his tongue to trace their shape in his mouth. Simeon whines, not realizing his fingers were so sensitive, the more the other man sucked on his fingers, the more acutely aware Simeon became. He pulls the fingers out with a loud pop, and still holding Simeon’s hand, guides his fingers to {Name’s} ass. “You’re going to slide your fingers in here.” 

“Hm? Oh, okay.” He awkwardly stammered, carefully sliding two fingers in. His eyes widened, marveling at how warm and wet it felt inside, how he randomly clenched around his digits. The way the heat completely engulfed his fingers. Simeon felt his cock aching, begging for any form of touch or attention. His fingers pressed further inside until his knuckles acted like a stopper. “Now, we can start off slow, just pull your fingers out and push them back in.” Solomon kept a grip on Simeon’s wrist, leading him with a simple pace that he could easily follow. “Like this?”, the question begged for approval. Staying true to the teaching, he moved his fingers in, and out. Repeating this slow and insistent pattern “Mhm, good. Now-” Solomon’s breath tickled Simeon’s ear again. Whispering low enough that {Name} wouldn’t hear, “Slowly curl your fingers up as you’re pulling out.” Simeon was curious about why, it seemed odd. He listened regardless, he did as he was told and watched {Name’s} body jump as he grazed his prostate. His moans and gasps took Simeon by surprise. “I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?” his voice was concerned, he stopped moving his fingers. {Name} shakes his head “Do it again…” 

“A-alright” Simeon moves his fingers again, when Solomon reminds him to use his mouth again just like before. He obeys, putting his mouth back to work and the beautiful sounds that left {Name} were nothing short of divine and euphoric. {Name’s} hand guided his head, urging him for more, he pulled Simeon’s hair then pushed his head as he bucked his hips against him and watching him lose himself gave Simeon a little more confidence, he used his free hand to squeeze {Name’s} thigh as he focused on moving more intently. “Ah Simeon, just like that…I’m going to- ah fuck!” {Name} sputtered breathlessly cursing as his moans interrupted every word, he was on the cusp, so close. His thighs trapped Simeon’s head in between as his orgasm finally overtook him. He grasped at the sheets trying to find breath as {Name} felt his body shudder in the aftermath. {Name’s} body became languid, his legs loosened and Simeon tried to catch his breath, looking a little flustered to have his face covered with {Name’s} cum. He pulled his fingers out of him slowly. “How was it, Simeon? Making our sweet {Name} cum?” Solomon chuckled, and saw that dark haired man was speechless, lost in thought.. Simeon loved it, and even that might be an understatement. There was an urge, almost an addiction alongside a need to do it again and again. The fire was lit. Solomon wiped the excess cum from Simeon’s face with a chuckle. Suddenly the sorcerer pulled the dazed angel up onto his feet, and deftly began undoing his pants. Simeon stuttered and tried to stop him without much avail. Once his pants were off, he made quick work of completely stripping the angel of all clothing and left him bare in front of their eyes.

Solomon let out a low whistle, “Your cock is bigger than I expected {Name} is definitely going to enjoy it.” he gestures for {Name} to come over. Courteously he offers a hand to help {Name} walk a few unsteady steps as he sinks to his knees in front of Simeon, and watching him kneel had Simeon’s mind in overdrive. “W-what are you doing {N-Name?}” he stammered, tripping over his words when seeing how close he got, out of his embarrassment he tried to take a step back only to bump into Solomon who acted as a wall that did not allow him to run away. “I want to make you feel good too” his words were filled with sincerity that almost made Simeon melt. {Name} reached up, his hands rested on the angel's thighs. Solomon’s hand wanders up Simeon’s sides, tracing up to his chest and his fingers toy with the angel's nipples. Simeon throws a hand over his mouth, shocked by his own voice and how loud he moaned when Solomon touched him. “You’re so sensitive” the sorcerer states in a manner that gives away his delight, his teeth nibbling on Simeon’s ear. “We’re going to make you feel amazing.” 

{Name} licks his lips, reaching a delicate hand to touch Simeon’s twitching cock, he takes it in hand and strokes it. Running his hand down the angel’s length, up again and circling the sensitive tip with his thumb. The dark haired man gasps, his cute little whimpers leak despite his attempts to withhold them, “Let me hear you.” {Name} purrs, almost entranced by the plea his hand falls from his mouth allowing all his pretty sounds to be heard unrestricted. He keeps moving his hand in a series of exact, unhurried strokes, acclimatizing Simeon to the sensations while Solomon continues to tease his chest, lavishing his ears and neck with kisses and bites. The feeling is breathtaking, so much better than when Simeon did it himself with unpractised touch, this was different and decadent.  {Name} smiled seeing his reception, he took Simeon’s leaking cockhead into his mouth, Simeon swears his vision blanked for a second. His legs would have buckled beneath him had it not been for Solomon’s swift reaction in catching him by wrapping his arms around Simeon. He internally smiles loving all of his reactions and sensitivity that made the angel so easy to please. {Name} tried but to his surprise he couldn’t fit all of Simeon’s cock in his mouth although he tried his best, overextending a little and giving Simeon a brief glimpse of what it meant to have someone choking on his cock. {Name} pulled him out of his mouth, well no matter, he’ll make up for what he couldn’t fit. His hands stroked the angel’s cock fast, in contrast to the little kisses and licks he pressed to the tip. “{Name}...you have to stop-” interrupting him, {Name} sucked harder with a cheeky look in his eyes, Simeon nearly choked on his moans and was unable to hold anything back from his voice. “It’s fine Simeon, just cum.” Solomon assured him, encouraged him to just let go and give in. That enjoyable pleasure emanated through his body in a greater surge than he had ever experienced, it felt ten- no one hundred times better. Every nerve was on fire, it was by far more intense. His hand went to stop {Name}, the heat circulated throughout his stomach. Solomon seized Simeon’s hand, the other went to push {Name’s} head down further onto Simeon’s cock as he came. His moans followed by soft whimpers as the angel came back down to earth, realizing he had cum in {Name’s} mouth. Simeon stuttered a broken apology, {Name} wasn’t even abashed as he swallowed everything he gave, he pouted and looked towards Solomon. “A little warning next time.” The white haired man chortled and lifted his hands in surrender “Alright, my bad” he gave a faux apology that didn’t sound all that sorry. “Idiot.” {Name} muttered underneath his breath as his hand gave the odd pump to Simeon’s length, while he splattered a series of butterfly kisses along his thighs and hips. 

Solomon clapped his hands together “Well then, we might as well take this to the bed” he stated cheerfully. The three sit themselves atop the bed, which thankfully was large enough to accommodate them all comfortably. {Name} alternates between kissing Solomon and Simeon. “I hope you’re not done yet, you haven’t even gotten to the best part.” The sorcerer teased. He settled behind {Name} and had him laying down in front of the nervous Simeon. One would think after everything that happened his nerves would have settled by now, though Simeon seems to be in denial with himself. Solomon hummed some random tune as his hands spread {Name’s} thighs apart, the angel easily got the gist of what was to come and he shifted to slot between the exchange student’s thighs that felt a little too perfect at accommodating him. “This part is reaaaalllly easy. Just line yourself up right here and push inside.” He pushes his fingers inside as if to demonstrate to Simeon. He nodded, although the poor angel looked dazed and intoxicated. {Name} rested his head against Solomon’s thigh while Simeon bit his lip and pressed against his eager hole. Nervous for the real deal, he took a deep breath and pushed inside {Name}. His breath caught in his throat, the warmth, the wetness, the tight feeling that swallowed up every inch of him so eagerly. “Mmm…ah-! It’s-” He couldn’t even put the feeling into words, there was no possible way to explain what he felt. He had a word but felt it highly inappropriate to call this ‘heavenly.’ His body shook, Simeon felt the tightness in his stomach that indicated his orgasm was already creeping up on him.

Solomon chuckled, the sight is so adorable, it was so cute to see a precious little virgin getting their first taste of pleasure and immediately getting drunk off it. Simeon bottomed out, his pelvis meeting {Name’s}, he was so deep and it felt amazing. {Name} moaned as Simeon stretched him out, bumping against his every sensitive spot along the way. He swears he could feel Simeon’s cock throb inside. The look on his face was lust, Simeon worried if he was too deep inside and pulled out slightly, Simeon held himself deathly still, taking shallow breaths and wholly convinced if he moved he would cum immediately. Solomon could see him struggling to control himself, it is his first time after all so a little understanding went a long way. Simeon paused and trying to distract himself he looked a little pensive, unsure of whether or not to ask {Name} for a kiss. Well nothing ventured nothing gained he thought to himself. {Name} called to him, snapping him out of his thoughts, Simeon leaned down and kissed him gingerly. Tender and slow, {Name’s} tongue easily took the lead. He intertwined his tongue with the eager angel, drawing him in more and more. Simeon groaned into the kiss trying to keep up. Solomon beamed at the display, his fingers ran through {Name’s} hair. Simeon rutted into him, as much as he felt he could allow with holding back his orgasm. They broke the kiss, Simeon could feel the remnant heat from where they parted. He pulled out slow, sinking in again, all with shallow thrusts. His moans got louder, he kept forgetting himself and sinking all the way inside. {Name} would whine every time he did and Simeon believed this to be painful, regardless, even if Simeon is a complete novice, {Name} could feel him prodding and bumping against all of his good spots inside. Solomon drew the exchange student’s attention away from the angel's divine and flustered face. “I want a little kiss baby” he purred, {Name} obeyed and kissed the sorcerer in response and he chuckled, licking his lips. “So sweet, but I meant here” Solomon rubbed his hard cock through his pants. He stripped his pants and settled back by {Name}, his thick head demanding entrance as it pressed against {Name’s} soft lips. The man caught between the other two flashed a cheeky grin, and pressed the gentlest kiss to his head, Solomon looked at him with a raised eyebrow and he simply responded “You said a little kiss.” his eyes flashed with the most innocent, could do no wrong expression. “Such a little tease.” Solomon pushed the fat head into {Name’s} mouth, further and further until he hit the back of his throat and {Name} tapped on his thighs to say he couldn’t take anymore. “Just a little more baby please?” Solomon pleaded, groaning as he shut his eyes, he inched into the exchange student’s mouth again until he tapped on Solomon’s thighs again. He looked down to see {Name’s} eyes watering, filling up and tears fell down his cheeks. The sorcerer gave him a moment before filling his throat with his cock again, the sight had distracted and amazed Simeon as his thrust was a bit sharper than the previous ones. {Name} jolted and yelped, which vibrated around Solomon’s cock. He groaned “Fuck…So good.” He would carefully thrust, until {Name} could take no more, pull out a little faster and pause for a few seconds to let {Name} recover before the next thrust. His hand lovingly petted {Name’s} head “You’re doing so well.” Solomon praised simultaneously as his moans added more vibrations around his length.

Simeon watched the scene unfolding, his body solely focused on his own sensation but he felt a little sad because he wanted more kisses. {Name} got used to the way Solomon is thrusting into his mouth and used his tongue to further tease the sorcerer, listening to him grunt and curse made {Name} smirk and flash a triumphant glare at him as if he had bested Solomon. The sorcerer hissed and grinned, taking a peak at Simeon to see his subdued and sulking face, he could infer what he wanted. Even the angel’s little bout of jealousy was quite adorable. Solomon leaned closer, his hand grasping under Simeon’s chin as he tilted his face up to look at him and kissed him. Poor baby was so surprised he tried to pull away but Solomon kept a firm grip on his chin and deepened the kiss. Simeon tried to keep up, tried to match the kiss but was overwhelmed. His hand moved from his chin to knot his fingers through Simeon’s hair, unexpectedly and roughly pulling against his dark hair, he placed kisses along the angel’s neck. Solomon made sure to leave his marks as he trailed down. “Move a little faster Simeon.” he stated, Simeon was far too dazed with the kisses to fully understand what Solomon was saying and just nodded along anyway. Solomon noticed it earlier, how Simeon’s virgin body tried its hardest to restrict and control itself. Simeon was already so close to cumming, in the process of holding back he deprived himself and {Name} the full potential of what they could have been experiencing. The sorcerer moved his hand to Simeon’s abdomen, grazing across his naval before resting on his hip. He flashed an evil smirk, the angel was so startled his thrusts stuttered and halted, too afraid to make sense of what just happened when he felt an unusual pressure around the base of his cock. “What is this?” 

“It’s called a cockring.” This was not your ordinary, run of the mill, standard issue kind of thing you bought off of Akuzon. More specifically it is one of the more unusual creations that Solomon dabbled and tinkered with. He created a cockring with magical enhancement, one that denies any and all orgasms of the one wearing it. It will keep the wearer on edge. That oh so tortuous edge before the fall and hold them in that state until it’s released by the one who placed it onto them. I mean it was a multipurpose, easy tool for edging, a cockring and could function as a chasity belt if utilized right. Solomon can guarantee its effectiveness after testing it on an incubus. “With this you won’t cum too quickly.” 

Simeon whined, the prospect of being denied sounded almost too cruel for him to bear. “Please…” Simeon begged with his desperation at its height. He wanted nothing more than Solomon to release him. “Don't misunderstand, it's here to help.” The sorcerer explained, hoping his explanation would clarify whatever misunderstanding the angel had. He nods, having a bit more confidence knowing he won't just cum without warning and it gives him some reassurance. “Just a little longer, give {Name} another orgasm and I'll let you finish at the same time.” Solomon proposed. He nods, and steadies himself. {Name} pulls Solomon’s cock from his mouth, all to beg Simeon to go harder. His slower pace felt good but {Name} needed more. Simeon complies, drawing his cock out and slamming back in harder than he had before. {Name’s} reaction confirms that he is enjoying it and he smiles at seeing him feeling good, and Simeon thought it feels even better knowing that he is the one that is doing it. “Yes! Simeon” {Name} moans, he gets so caught up in it, his body screams in agony at being kept on edge. {Name} whimpers about being close, his nails dig into Simeon’s forearms and he grits his teeth from the assault of extra sensation. The moment his body tensed up Solomon made sure to release the cockring, the two of them hitting their long awaited climax. {Name} wraps his legs around Simeon, enjoying how he shuts his eyes and collapses to {Name’s} chest. Simeon’s arms hold {Name} like a vice in the height of his orgasm. He stills completely, trying to regain his balance. It was the first time he had experienced something so intense. {Name} sighs in content, basking in the afterglow so to say. 

The exchange student perks up with a devious glint in his eyes, signaling for Solomon to come closer. “Help me out.” Solomon smirks, his hands hook under Simeon’s arms as he reshuffles him down to the bed and {Name} straddles him, his hand already encouraging Simeon’s softening cock to get hard for another round. “Wh-what!? I can’t…” Simeon sputters out nervously. Mildly terrified to see {Name} recover so quickly from the earlier orgasm that made him look positively insatiable  “And you say I’m the mean one.” the sorcerer snickers, seeing his human companion on a hunt to once again make Simeon lose his mind. His body betrays him, helped along by {Name’s} delicate and focused touch. Without delaying anymore, he sinks down onto the angel’s length. Leaning forward and to steady himself by putting his hands on Simeon’s chest, starting to ride him and overstimulate the angel. “{Name} please it’s too much.” Simeon whimpers. {Name} slows his pace, leaning down to kiss the angel, he keeps rocking his hips slowly, Solomon pulls him up and kisses him. “Don’t make me too jealous, baby.” His hand wraps around {Name’s} throat squeezing lighty, his walls tighten around Simeon’s cock in perfect response to Solomon’s hand. Although he couldn’t deny that seeing Simeon and {Name} together was quite the charming sight. {Name} continues to ride, while leaning his head back with suppressed moans and whimpers. The sorcerer smiles, taking hold of the angel's hand and lifting it to {Names} chest. His hands fondle his pecs, Simeon leans up and his mouth wraps around a nipple as he caresses it with his tongue. Solomon coos “He’s a natural.” Simeon squeezes down on them, testing the limits for how rough he could actually be. His teeth slowly nip and bite at the sensitive flesh, every nibble eliciting another sound from {Name}. Solomon decides to help him along, Solomon’s free hand finds its way between the exchange student’s legs as he pumps {Name’s} cock. “Come on baby boy, I know you’re close.” Solomon urges, flashing a look to Simeon as he nods and thrusts up in time with {Name’s} movements. “Ah-!” A yelp escapes from his throat, ‘Simeon- Sol-” he whines their names, unable to keep up with everything he’s experiencing. Simeon keeps thrusting until {Name} falls apart. Simeon gives a few more thrusts until his orgasm follows close after. 

Leaving {Name} uttering nothing but babbles, some nonsense, slurred words and incoherent sentences. Simeon looks concerned, seeing their companion in such a state, “Are you alright?” His words were so sincere, holding genuine worry for {Name’s} wellbeing. Solomon’s hand surprises him with a pat on the back, “No need to worry, he gets like this after a few orgasms.” Solomon reassures the angel, helping {Name} off of him and gently laying him down on the bed. Solomon pats his face lightly “Stay with me baby, it’s too early to call it quits.” He coos with faux sympathy and kisses {Name}, teasing his tongue before biting his lip. Solomon hums, throwing {Name’s} legs over his shoulders and rubbing his cock against his hole. “Simeon made such a mess inside” he chuckles, Simeon’s face heats up at hearing that. Solomon slams his cock in, letting out a guttural groan “You feel so fucking good.” He puts {Name} into a mating press and thrusts, at first hard and slow before speeding up. Simeon watches intently, unable to tear his eyes away. “You see Simeon, what I learned…{Name} doesn’t really have a preference for things like pace and all that. But he definitely loves it deep.” Solomon bottoms out, feeling {Name} cum around him. He calls Simeon over, and takes his hand. Pressing it down on his tummy, making {Name} whine all the more from the pressure. As Solomon thrusts slowly, Simeon can swear he feels Solomon’s cock moving under his hand. {Name} feels another orgasm ravaging his overstimulated body, he begs for no more. Solomon purrs “Just one more baby. Pretty please?” he pleads, {Name} tries to shuffle away Solomon grabs his hips “Don’t run.” His voice takes on a firmness that made {Name} submit without much effort. “You’re doing so good baby, I’m close. Just a little more, yeah? You can do it.” Solomon pounds into him with sharp thrusts, his brows knit as he can feel the pleasurable surge approaching. He mutters curses as he cums, filling {Name} up. He pauses for a moment before pulling out, looking quite satisfied when Solomon sees his cum overflowing from him. Simeon wasn’t hard before but after watching all that, his body apparently could handle more. {Name} looked absolutely exhausted so he knew he couldn’t exactly ask for anything. The sorcerer notices his state, he flashes a sickly sweet smile and elects that he will take care of Simeon. 

He grabs Simeon, pressing their bodies together and kisses him hard. “You’ve had plenty of practice, yeah? You can keep up.” Solomon murmurs before returning to the kiss feeling how Simeon adapted and keeps up with his flurry of kisses, only stumbling when it comes to the finer control of using his tongue. Solomon pulls away looking pleased “You’re a quick learner.” The sorcerer keeps Simeon’s mouth occupied as his hand slips down to stroke his cock, Simeon sighs. Enjoying the languid movements as opposed to intense ones. It was blatantly obvious however that Solomon’s hands were experienced, quick to seek out every sensitive place that he didn’t even know he had. Every movement in perfect tandem draws out the sweetest moans and whimpers from the angel, his legs buckle from the kiss but Solomon supports his weight and holds him close. His arm safely wrapped around the angel's waist. The very same arm that slowly loosens as his hand slides down Simeon’s body to rest on his ass, giving it a harsh grab. It slightly startles the angel. Solomon’s finger probes Simeon’s hole, “N-no” he whines, Solomon kisses his forehead. “It’s alright, I won’t go any further than this. Trust me.” his hushed voice that spoke so gently reassured Simeon. Carefully he pushes a finger inside, Simeon gasps. He couldn’t put into words exactly what this tickling sensation is. The only word that comes to mind is ‘strange’. It is so unfamiliar, the perfect movements of his finger moving inside while Solomon’s hand continued its consistent pumps on Simeon’s leaking cock. It caused pleasure beyond belief, the whole night was truly one of different sensations but this was probably the most unique. Simeon digs his nails into Solomon’s shoulder, whimpering as he covers the sorcerer's hand in cum. “That’s a good boy, no worries I’ve got you.” He lays Simeon down, {Name} snuggled up to him. Pressing a few affectionate kisses to his back. Solomon swooned at seeing his two dearest darlings cuddling up like sleepy kittens. He lays down, quickly snapping his fingers and there's an obvious change around them. Simeon is surprised, when {Name} chuckles “Magic is so convenient isn’t it?” All it took was a snap of Solomon’s fingers to be all cleaned up and in a fresh set of bedding. The comfort paired with exhaustion had Simeon falling asleep not too long after. {Name} peers at his peaceful face, while Solomon reaches over to brush the hair from his face. “I hope he joins us more often.” 

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Such a Wh*re (I love it)

Mephisto x reader

wc : 1.k

warnings : nsfw, name calling [whore], mc is accused of fooling around with the brothers and other four dateables [however it’s neither confirmed nor denied for reader interpretation] 

synopsis : Mephisto would rather die than admit jealously over some human so you’ll just have to make him choke on his words instead 

“What a whore.” 

You slam your D.D.D down a little too hard on the desk, eyes cutting dangerously at the purple haired noble, “I beg your fucking pardon?” 

Mephisto doesn’t back down. Typical. “Don’t act like it’s not true, Mc, we all see how you interact with the seven brothers, Solomon, Simeon, Barbatos, and even our Prince. I just don’t see how Lord Diavolo thinks it savory to meddle with someone such as yourself on any other basis except for being an exchange student.” 

While a bit dumbfounded that he was talking to you like this, you still find it in yourself to give him an irritable smirk, “Oh? Are you jealous, Mephistopheles?”

“As if. I just thought you should know how you look, flaunting yourself around like that.” 

With your hues darkening mischievously, you make your way towards him, “So you admit to watching me?” Using his surprise at your closeness, you take the opportunity to grip his tie. 

“I never said— h-hold on, w-what do you t-think you’re d-doing?!” 

You huffed out a ‘cute’, grin getting impossibly sharper at his sudden stuttering. Swiftly, you undo the knot and yank the accessory off, using it to tie his hands behind his back. 

Trying to choke out a proper sentence, Mephisto gapes at you, eyes widening when you mutter a spell to make the tie inescapable. “Mc! I-I demand you answer me!” 

“What’s it look like, pretty boy? ‘M being the whore you seem to so desperately want me to be— and I’m not even going to charge you for the front row seat you’re in.” 

His breath quickens as you shove him back into a chair, eyes darting from you to the door that’s only half closed; anyone could walk in here- it was the newspaper club’s office room. 

“Don’t worry your pretty little head.” With a wave of your hand, the door slams shut and locks itself. “No one’s gonna see you all embarrassed and humiliated but me today.” 

“N-no one h-humiliates me.” 

You lick a stripe up his neck, working on undoing his school shirt buttons after opening his blazer, “Watch me.” 

It takes less than a minute- to expose his chest and tug his pants down just enough to free his leaking cock. Mephisto can’t decide whether it’s because you’ve had practice or because in this position, he’s more pliant than he’s ever been. He chooses the former to save face. 

“You know, for having such an ugly mouth, you sure are pretty. Pretty eyes, pretty hair, pretty body…” your eyes flit downward with an amused twinkle, “Pretty dick.” 

Mephisto swallows the gasp that wants to escape at your words, instead choosing to screw his eyes shut and tilt his head back. Wrong move. 

Because now you're attacking it with sucks and bites, leaving no patch of skin untouched by your lips, and he can feel the bruises forming, feel the sharp bloom of pleasure when you bite down harder and it makes him keen. 

And you know he’s given up his facade when he doesn’t even acknowledge the sounds he’s making, especially when his hips jerk as you grip the base of his cock. 

“C’mon, ‘phisto.” Your free hand grips his jaw and yanks his head down so brilliant green hues are staring back into yours; one eye still holds your own color while the other is a mix of blue, pink, and yellow. “Don’t you think ‘m pretty too?” 

Yes his brain supplies, but nothing comes out of his mouth other than a strangled groan. And when you pout at his lack-luster response, he feels the need to get on his knees and praise you until you’re smiling again. 

Moving down his tensed up figure, you come to a stop in front of his legs and wrench them apart so you can fit in the middle. “Maybe I need to go ask someone else? Maybe…Lucifer?” 

Hearing his rival's name while you’re inches away from his cock makes Mephisto strain against the bindings keeping his arms in place, eyes glaring down at you heatedly. 

“No?” You hum in mock thought, swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock absentmindedly, “Then tell me I’m pretty.” 

“F-fuck, you’re pretty, you’re so fucking pretty, Mc.” 

“Yeah?”

“Yes!” The noble groans, “Especially when you’re looking at me.” He doesn’t even care about his pride on the line here as long as he keeps your—

“Attention, hm? That’s what gets you going, is my attention? Why didn’t you just say so, silly demon.” You wrap your lips around him, taking his cock all the way down so casually he almost thinks he’s dreaming.

“S-shit! Oh, fuck, f-fuck!” Mephisto feels you laugh freely, sending his back arching at the vibrations. He knows his cheeks are ablaze, embarrassingly so, but- “P-please, please don’t stop!” 

Laughing again, you come off his cock with a pop, using your hand instead so you could coo at him, “Look at you, Mephisto. Whining, begging, and trembling because of me.” 

He tries to shake his head to deny it, but it only adds to his thrashing as he feels himself getting closer and closer to that delicious edge. 

“I think…” You dig your tongue harshly into his slit, making him cry out so loud it bounces off the walls, “I think you’re the whore.” 

At that, Mephisto just falls apart in your hands, toes curling in his shoes while his body shakes so much he’s almost afraid he’s gonna fall off the chair he’s on. 

It’s a gorgeous sight. Purple hair all mussed up, cheeks a pretty dark pink, eyes half lidded, and tongue lolling out just the slightest amount. His chest, framed by the wrinkled uniform, is streaked with white, as are his blazer and pants. It’s such a sight that you can’t help but…

The sound of a shutter going off brings Mephisto back to reality, weakly opening his eyes to see what the noise was. What should be a cold wash of dread is instead a shock of heat forming in the pit of his stomach as he watches you hold up his camera. 

You take your time connecting said camera up with your D.D.D, successfully transferring the picture over. It’s only when you place the electronics down does he finally speak. 

“So what? You gonna leak that to everyone now that you’ve done your part at humiliating me?” Although he can’t help but find the predicament he’s landed himself in very hot, he still has a sliver of nervousness in his tone. 

“Course not.” Walking back over to him, you lick some of the cum off his chest, “Looking like this? You’re all mine.” You savor the taste a bit more theatrically than you should, but the whimper that escapes Mephisto is all too worth it. 

“M-Mc—“ he’s cut off by your lips crashing onto his and he doesn’t waste a single second in kissing you back, bullying his tongue into your mouth impatiently. 

You moan at him in return, tangling your tongue with his before you pull back, a little breathless from the encounter, “Pretty, pretty, Mephistopheles…” Capturing him in another kiss, you make sure this one is slow and sensual to keep his attention on you.

It works. He doesn’t even realize you’ve undone your spell or that you’ve begun untying his restraints. All he’s focused on is your taste mixed with the faintness of his own and the warmth of your breath when you break away for a quick moment, just to come right back. It was intoxicating and he loved it. Craved it. 

Pulling away one last time, you gaze at him thoughtfully, “I wonder if your mark is as pretty as you…maybe you’ll let me find out someday, hm?” And then you’re grabbing your phone, waving at him, and exiting the room, taking a piece of his pride with you. 

But Mephisto doesn’t mind, not really. Even when he scrambles around to clean himself off and make himself presentable again to go meet up with his prince because he’ll sear his pact into you, no matter who says otherwise. You asked for it and he’s ever so glad to deliver. 

[4ng3l-shortc4k3]

Sickening Ecstasy

Yandere!god x m!reader

Cw: angst w/o comfort, gore, blood, murder, slight sadism, sibling mention

A/n: oh boy I messed up the first time so have this one to make up for it!! I slightly cried while writing this. Attachments to my characters is a curse </333

While Solomon was someone who had people worshiping his every step.. Asher was a different tale. As the second oldest out of their family he was cursed with being tasked on luck. It was easier said than done as the poor god became a victim of his responsibility. Poor thing would stumble about and injure himself practically making a fool of himself to the mortals.

Nobody wanted to be around him. Why would they? Unfortunate victims would be thrown around as he deeply apologized each time it happened. He was a magnet for trouble but nobody could resist his easy-going smiles and kind words. Out of all the others, he was one of the nicest gods around. How he and Solomon were related was always a mystery since the two had such differing personalities and looked nothing alike.

Asher was the sweet god. The nicest god. The helpless one who caused more trouble to himself than to anyone else. The pitiful one.. but that was simply the surface. Underneath such a caring persona laid something more sinister, more darker that only a select few would know.

All his victims would end up dead. Butchered up and left to rot away in a secret bunker. They'd be pulled in through his lovely persona and then at their weakest, would be snatched away to never be seen again. He found a sick joy out of seeing their crying faces. They would never stop begging to be freed, making tempting promises to keep his secret, but then these cries would be replaced with terror as he slit their throat. Gurgling their last cries of hope until their life dimmed out. It gave him a high he could never get enough of. He always wanted more of it. Choosing his victims carefully making sure he got the ones who made the most reactions.

That's how he got you. You were so easy to trick when he came across you. All he had to do was let his bad luck act up causing him to stumble onto you. He apologized and let his stare linger as you gently helped him up. He watched as you asked if he was okay, whether he should fetch him something to drink. Politely declining, he instead chose to take you out as a way to make up for the trouble.

Asher mused in delight at how quick you were to trust him. Because why would anyone ever doubt the sweet god with flattering intentions? It was simple. A few words and actions and you were wrapped around his pinky.

That's how he got you to go on more than one date with him. What he didn't expect was to end up falling in love. He couldn't stop the way his mind would linger back to you. You were all he could focus on. Your laugh. Your sweet smile. Your lingering touches. It was all you.

He couldn't stand the way you accepted him so easily into your life. Couldn't you see the ugly monster hiding inside? It ripping at the seams as he soon distanced himself away. He couldn't be with someone as perfect as you. Someone who had no troubles in life. Not a thing to be concerned about. He needed to stop before that monster would take you away too.

Then it happened. One day, you stumbled upon his secret when your worry overtook all sense of precaution. He flinched at your touch, refused to talk to you, avoided you, and all you wanted to do was comfort him. So you followed him. Just to see where he'd go that made him jittery with nerves.

All you saw were bodies. Some old, some new but all heavily disfigured beyond recognition. Some were missing their eyes while others didn't have limbs. Then those missing parts were found on shelves. All proudly displayed for only Asher to see.. but now you were looking at them as well.

Asher didn't want you here. Not now. Certainly not like this. You knew now and the way you looked at him with fear shattered his heart. He couldn't let the secret get out. He had no other choice. Why couldn't you see that he was doing this to protect you?! You needed to stop crying before he lost it.

Please understand he didn't mean for you to find out. He would have never dared to lure you here. You were too special to be left rotting here. So please understand him. He never wanted to gag you because you couldn't stop screaming. He never meant to squeeze your throat until you could no longer breathe. You shouldn't have died so carelessly and so young. You shouldn't have been this selfless especially to a monster like him.

No, you were supposed to be with him. Love him and give him those fuzzy feelings he adored. Do silly dates and bask in one's presence until the day ended. Talk meaningless topics and kiss each other silly. Perhaps one day have a wedding.. but he was a fool and there was nothing left for him to have.

Now look at what you did. You're making him cry. You're not supposed to be doing that. You should have soothed him and rubbed circles on his back until he was calm. Then you would have taken him out of the stupid bunker and towards your shared home. You would have wrapped him in a blanket and make his favorite food. Talk some random topic until he finally joined along. Maybe laugh and make jokes about the bodies despite it being too early to do so. But you were dead and he was all alone. Nothing could be done. Nothing at all..

[mlmxreader]

Blistered and Broken | Alfie Solomons x m!reader

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: ̗̀➛ Why the fuck would anyone want to be in the trenches by choice?

: ̗̀➛ swearing, smoking, use of "fag" as a slang term for cigarette, graphic depictions of war & injury, eye trauma, facial trauma, toxic gas, bombing.

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The grass had died, leaving behind wiry strands of brown and black wisps that scattered the ground; the shaking and quaking of the ground had been nonstop since arrival, and thanks to the Belgian troops now joining, conditions were even more cramped. Even less food, less water, less cigarettes.

Pestilence was as common a friend as the lingering smell of pineapple and pepper and the constant sound of explosions, gunfire and screaming.

It was easy to get desensitised to the surroundings when they were constant; no way to go home, to go back to civilian life. No. No, that was all that was left anymore - shit, piss, blood, vomit, pus and mud.

The sight of dead men's faces buried beneath the watery soil. The crunch of their faces during charges.

The thick, clinging scent of blood to clothes of medics - could smell them coming miles away.

The sound of lice being fried in pans and tea being brewed in crude ways. The splash of piss against the machine guns. The snap of condoms over rifles when it rained.

Why the fuck would anyone want to be there?

What was so fucking glorious about it?

What fucking victory was there?

How much blood would be spilled until kings were content?

How many more lives would have to be lost?

All over a fucking pissing contest. A bunch of fucking spoiled brats who wanted nothing more than to sacrifice the poor for their own sake. Just to be proven right.

The sound of a cough brought Alfie's attention to you; lying in his crooked and crude bed, eyes burned and throat still sore from the latest gas attack. He had not left your side since, and although the medics saw you as often as they could, it wasn't enough - too many were dying out there for them to properly look after you.

So Alfie did.

As Captain, he was expected to stay behind anyway, so he did; he stayed and did what he could for you.

A raspy breath made him grasp your hand tightly, letting you know that he was still at your side.

"Alf... Alf..." you gasped out. "Need... need a... a fag... please..."

He nodded and searched his pockets, finding the almost broken and snapped packet in his breast pocket; he took two out, lit them, and handed one to you with as much haste as he possibly could.

You were immediately grateful, wheezing and coughing as you took a long and considerate drag. Snot dribbling down your burned nose and the blistered skin of your top lip.

"How are you feelin', matey?" He asked softly, or at least, as softly as he could. "Any better?"

You coughed, yellowish green foam spitting from your mouth and splattering onto the blanket at your thighs. "Oh, fuck no... everything... everything inside hurts.. hurts so fucking much, Alf..."

"Easy, boy-o," Alfie scoffed. "Stop fucking swearing, ain't no need for that shit... is it your eyes again? Do I have to fuckin' rinse 'em out again?"

You shook your head weakly. "Everything inside hurts..."

He frowned, swallowing thickly as he flicked the ash aside; he was kind of glad of it, all honesty.

At least you didn't have to see the carnage beyond the wooden and dirt walls; the bodies and their squashed bones.

The way other soldiers were eaten alive at night.

The medics had taken your bandages off two days ago, said that you would be alright by the end of the week as long as Alfie kept the wounds clean.

But the blisters kept popping, and thick, yellow pus kept dribbling out; it was warm, hot compared to the stale air. It stuck to the cloths that Alfie used to clean it up, clinging to the fabric with gooey tendrils. The smell of it pungent and always making Alfie gag a bit.

But he did it for you, not for himself.

You were the only man he ever cared about, the only person in the world who actually understood him, and although he had to hide it through terms of endearment that sounded like friendship, you both knew it was something different.

It was something that had to remain unspoken, for both your sake and his.

Something that could never be uttered, not even when he was kissing your forehead at night and falling asleep in the rickety chair by the bed.

He cleared his throat, shaking his head. "We'll get some rum down you, that'll make it better."

You nodded in agreement, harsh and quick breaths echoing from the back of your throat. "Alf..."

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry," you groaned out.

"Ain't your fault," he said quietly, patting your hand. "You saved a life by riskin' your own - I might not fuckin' agree with it, but... you did the good thing. You're a good man, and you heard the medics - you'll be alright soon enough... once all them blisters heal up, you'll be back on... back on No Man's Land in no time, eh?"

You swallowed thickly, the sensation making you want to vomit. "We... we both know... that... that you... you're the best of us..."

"I wouldn't fuckin' risk my life for a stranger," he pointed out. "You did. And now, instead of bein' swallowed by the mud, that cunt is in a field hospital gettin' seen to. You fuckin' saved his life and... shit. It should be me who's sorry, you know that."

"Field hospital..." you scoffed, the syllables becoming more jumbled the lower the volume got and the more the rattling of your lungs grew louder. "Can't go... too many... jerry shells..."

"Unfortunately," he murmured. "But you got me."

"Doctor fucking Solomons."

He smiled, nodding as he let out a shaky breath. "Captain Doctor Fucking Solomons to you, matey."

"Alf?" You waited for him to hum before you finished, "you know I love you to bits, don't you?"

"I know," he said quietly, sparing a look over his shoulder just to make sure. "It's mutual, you know that... finish your fag and get some rest, yeah? I ain't going anywhere anyway."

[um-soybean]

The Great Mammon - Mammon x Reader

Summary: How dare you make plans with someone other than The Great Mammon? You’ll have to make it up to him…when you come back of course…

Warning: Fluff to Angst, jealous Mammon, mentions of Solomon, kissing, down bad for Mammon, Nightbringer spoilers, light mention of lesson 16

Note: Yes I’m in my feels. Yes I hate Nightbringer. Yes I play NB more than the OG. Yes I love you Mammon

Now playing:

Let The Light In - Lana Del Rey, Father John Misty

(On repeat)

“Mammon! I have a problem!” You yell out, bursting through the demon’s door as you have for what seems like years now.

He becomes startled and ends up dropping some coins into his lap and down to his floor. He shoots a small glare your way before collecting his money once again.

“Whaddya want human!? M’ tryna count my grimm” he says returning to the shiny coins.

“Yeah ok whatever, I need a good Halloween movie to watch tonight!” You say desperately.

“I thought I told ya I would be going the the casino tonight?” He says finally looking at you with a tilt of his head. You both frequently have movie nights but tonight is one of the few times one of you ends up canceling.

“Yes I know that” you say rolling your eyes. “I decided to schedule one with Solomon tonight but I don’t know what to watch”

Mammons eyes narrow at the mention of the sorcerer. “Huh? You’re watching movies with that shady sorcerer now??”

You cross your arms pouting at the nickname for one of your good friends. “Yes because someone decided to cancel on me”

“Well how about Evil Dead, it’s got a bunch a blood n’ gore” he says.

“I was thinking something more spooky than scary something like…Corpse Bride!” You suddenly come to a conclusion yourself. “Thanks Mammon you’re the best!” You say kissing him on the cheek only the begin running off to get ready for your plans.

“O-oi! Isn’t that a romance movie?” He yells at you before you leave.

“I mean kinda but not really…” you say still walking off.

Mammon become increasingly desperate to get you to stay. Anything to get you away from that sorcerer. Or anyone for that matter.

“Wait! Uh…lemme go with you…” he tries.

You give him a questioning look and stop. “Huh? Why? I’ve made the walk myself before? Plus you have places to be”

“I- ah…it’s…dangerous! Yea…and um…well maybe you just shouldn’t go…because…” he tries and pretty much fails. You glare at him, knowing he’s making up excuses on the spot. “Because…he’s probably asleep already…yea!”

You cross your arms again. “Actually…I don’t think I’ve ever seen Solomon sleep” you say, face scrunching in full realization you’ve never seen him sleeping.

“That doesn’t matter! Just…stay?” He gives you puppy eyes. The type of eyes you’d receive from Beel asking for the rest of your food off your plate. The eyes Asmo would give so you’d bathe with him or Belphie would give so you’d nap with him.

You contemplate for a moment. Eyebrows furrowing as you weigh your options. “I already made plans Mammon i can’t just…cancel”

“Course ya can! Then we can watch any movie ya want!”

After another moment of contemplation, you turn towards the door before you can decide to stay. But of course, he catches you. Arms around your waist and light breaths against your neck, giving you goosebumps.

“Please…” he whispers. An almost sad whisper. What made him like this, you’re unsure. And just like you knew you would, you crumble. Immediately.

“Ok…” you reply and turn in his arms to face him. You stare at his face. His eyes are closed as his forehead rests against yours. Before his eyes flutter open and meet yours.

For a moment you just stare. suddenly struck with how unbelievably pretty he is. And he stares back. For the exact same reason. His eyes flicker lower. And you understand immediately. So you lean forward. And so does he.

Finally, your lips meet. Molded together so perfectly. But when you pull away you decide to tease him.

“I thought The Great Mammon didn’t need a puny human like me?” You say with a small smirk.

“Oi! Shaddup…” he whisper yells back.

And suddenly Mammon awakes with a start. He’s in bed, hugging a pillow. He rises, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and examining his room. Seeing the very spot where his moment with you happened. And while he dreamt of it, he knows it really happened. But that was a long time ago.

His heart pangs and tears fill his eyes once again. He sits alone on his bed ready to cry once again. You’re gone now. You have been for a few weeks. Disappeared without a trace in the middle of the night. You have no idea what it was like to wake up with the emptiness of a pact. His only pact. It was unbearable. In fact he wanted to scratch at it just to feel something. Anything.

His eyes are puffy from last nights tears. And they remain red as fresh ones spill down his face. Who knew a demon had such an abundance of tears in his eyes. He’s sorry he couldn’t save you. He’s so sorry.

The Great Mammon felt he had only one purpose. To protect his human.

And twice now, he’s failed.

[another-lost-mc]

➤ kissing in the shower

pairing: solomon x gn!reader

content: nsfw (18+). making out and smut. wc: 0.7k.

“This always feels like coming home,” Solomon murmurs against your lips between lazy kisses. You’re both wet from the showerhead spraying down a gentle stream of warm water. One of his hands is curled around your nape, and he scratches lightly at your scalp when he brings you forward for another deep, unhurried kiss. His other hand is draped loosely around your waist, a gentle embrace to make up for days of not being able to hold you like this.

You lick your lips when you pull back from another kiss, and his bright eyes open slowly and drink in your naked body like he hasn't seen anything so wonderful in ages. He smiles at you fondly, but the intensity of his gaze makes you feel weak-kneed.

You smooth your palms down his bare chest, flicking away traces of the soapy lather you massaged him with earlier. The steamy air around you smells like the vanilla-sandalwood soap you both like to use.

“Want me to wash your hair next?” you ask him as you turn around slightly in his arms to reach for the bottle of shampoo. 

He considers your offer for a moment and shakes his head with a grin. “Not yet, darling,” he suggests, and he takes the bottle from you and sets it aside. He puts his hands on your shoulders and turns you around so your back is to him. “I think I’d like to take care of you first,” he whispers against your ear, and he chuckles when you shudder.

His lips pepper your shoulders and bare neck with lazy kisses and occasional nips of his teeth as he plasters his chest against you. His weight is heavy against your back and you let him nudge you forward until your upper torso is pressed flat against the cold tile of the shower wall. The fingers curled around your hip pull your body into a deeper arch; you can already feel how hard he is when he grinds against you.

His other hand slides up the gentle curves of your belly. He snakes into the space between your bare chest and the wall until one of your nipples is caught between his splayed fingers. He pinches your nipple gently when he squeezes his fingers together, and your quiet moan encourages him to do it again. You rest your forehead against the wall and close your eyes; you’re already so needy for him. The sight of his hand sneaking over the top of your thigh and between your legs threatens to undo you already.

“I missed this,” he groans when he drags his fingers up and down against your arousal. “I missed you.”

“M-missed you too,” you whine, your needy declaration trailing off into another moan when he touches you with more urgency. Days without him have taken their toll on your restraint and you want to lose yourself in him. You would be embarrassed by how touch-starved you feel, except his hips rock against you with desperation that mirrors your own.

“Not gonna last,” you admit breathlessly, and you gasp when he tweaks your sensitive nipple in rhythm with the skillful hand working you relentlessly towards release.

His hot breath against your neck and he drags his lips across the sensitive skin of your neck, nipping and sucking lightly at whatever skin his greedy mouth can reach. “Come for me, darling” he urges you with a groan. “Come on my fingers.”

It’s impossible to deny him anything when he begs you in that rough, lustful timbre, and your thighs shake when he finally pulls you over the edge. The running water barely drowns out the sound of your broken cry that echoes in the small room, and your body jolts as he teases you through the aftershocks.

You whimper from sensitivity when you can’t possibly take anymore, and he finally pulls his hand away. Warmth blooms in your cheeks when he holds his hand up for you both to watch your cum trickle down his nimble fingers. You stare at him with wide eyes when he draws the slick fingers to his mouth and licks them clean with his greedy tongue. 

“You taste so good, darling,” he coos gently as he rocks his hips against you. His hard cock is still trapped between your bodies, and the hungry look in his eyes reminds you that he’s not quite done with you yet.

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[lou-struck]

Operation: Stay Away Cupid Pt. 2

OM Brothers & Datables x reader pt.2 

Featuring Special parts with Lucifer, Mammon, and Leviathan.

Part 2

Part 1

Part 3

Solomon's Prank has the Brothers worried, But they still don't want to tell you about the danger you are in. So they plan to still take out out as planned.

Tagging- @chaoticotaku, @nicksworld0715 , @ikevampharem, @ppichippi , @rabba-vee, @alexisjustheree, @scienceisfornerds, @rustybucketofghosts

"I don't know about you guys, But 'm' gonna go and keep watch over Mc," Mammon blurts, taking off in a sprint through the gates of RAD.

With a wave of his hand, Lucifer creates a barrier in front of his younger brother, the Avatar of Greed crashes into the red wall nose-first with a thud sending his sunglasses flying onto the pavement. "Mammon, Can't you be patient for once in your life?" he sighs, rubbing his temples in irritation.

Mammon tentatively touches his nose, wincing at the pain from the impact. "Oi, what's the big idea? If I don't get there, that thing will take away MY human."

Satan glares daggers at Mammon as he steps forward, "MC belongs to all of us, and If you go in there acting as stupid as you normally do, you're going to scare them."

"Precisely, we don't even know if this is a legitimate threat," Lucifer says with a frown. "So what we should do for now is make sure we go about our Valentine's plans with MC as normal and keep a watchful eye out for the signs Solomon told us about."

"So what are we supposed to do if something does happen, Lucifer?" Beel asks softly, wringing his hands together. "I don't want Mc to fall in love with someone else."

"Beel's right," Asmodeus whines linking arms with the eldest brother, "If anything, I should be the one to stay with Mc today; if they get hit with one of Cupid's arrows, at least they would have the pleasure of falling even more in love with me."

"Absolutely not, "Leviathan hisses, glaring up at the Avatar of Lust with an angry orange glare. "I am way more prepared. There's this anime called Protecting my Crush From Getting Hit by A Vengeful Love God's Arrows, and I have binged it four times."

"But that's just some Lame Anime," Mammon says, springing to his feet. "This is real life. Let me Protect them."

"No, it should be me." Satan bickers, his green eyes alight with emotion.

He puffs out his chest defiantly. "But I'm their first. I-"

"Don't make me laugh," Belphegor says, flicking Mammon on the forehead harshly, "you can't even protect yourself."

Lucifer watches as his six other brothers argue amongst themselves about who is the most fit to protect you from Cupid. He winces at the migraine that is already forming from their shouting. "Quiet down, all of you." He growls lowly, his power shaking the ground beneath their feet. "I have told you all the plan, which came directly from Lord Diavolo. Everyone else is on board already. So shut up, take your turn, and if anyone allows any harm to come to Mc, I will make sure you are suspended upside down into the next millennia."

The vein on his handsome forehead looks like it's about to burst in irritation as he waits for one of his brothers to argue back. But any objections they have, have died on the tip of their tongues as they begin to walk back towards the House of Lamination, where you are eagerly waiting to give them their valentines chocolates.

~

The House of Lamination is quiet, too quiet.

You were able to take everyone's custom-made valentines chocolates out of their special hiding place without any of the brothers finding you in the process. And although You know you are about to spend special time with everybody today, you can't help but feel a bit lonely right now.

Do you want her throughout the massive house trying to find someone to spend some time with.

Lucifer's study? Empty.

The kitchen? Empty.

The library? Empty.

You search the whole house and can't find anyone.

"Did they forget what day it is today?" You mumble, peering into Leviathan's empty room. The Otaku's gaming chair looks quite strange without him sitting in it. You wave at little Henry 2.0 and toss a small treat into his fish bowl. The goldfish swims happily in circles as he takes the pellet in his mouth, his big pleading eyes looking up at you, begging for another treat.

You sigh and glance behind you to make sure Levi isn't there to watch you overfeed his pet before tossing another one into the bowl. This time he takes the pellet and disappears into the little castle you bought him from a theme park in the human world to enjoy it in solitude.

It's then you hear the front door to the mansion burst open; your ears prick up, and you rush to the entryway to see who just got home.

You were expecting to see one, maybe two, of the brothers, so it was a bit of a shock to see all seven of them coming through the door.

"You all went to hang out together without me?" you pout, stepping into the room and crossing your arms in faux disappointment.  

"There ya are, Mc," Mammon says, rushing forward towards you, A look of worry on his features. "Are you feelin' alright?"

You blink at him confusedly, "Of course I am," you answer, forgetting your ruse entirely. "Why wouldn't I be?"

He starts to open his mouth only to be grabbed by the stuff of his leather jacket by Satan, who rolls his eyes at his older brother and sends you a smile. "Don't listen to him, Mc; we just are happy to see you. Happy Valentines Day."

"Yeah, he's just being stupid, Doll," Asmodeus purrs, wrapping his arms around you; Breathing in, you can smell the sweet florals of his cologne as he hugs you tightly. "Are you excited for our little date today?"

You nod, "I am; I am really excited to give you guys your chocolates today, too; I picked them out special."

Pink flushes the brother's cheeks at your words, and Beel licks his lips at the mention of special chocolates.

Lucifer clears his throat and stares at his brothers with a look you can't quite place. "Well then, Now that everyone is home, they can prepare for their dates with Mc." the underlying threat in his words makes his brothers go their separate ways, leaving you alone with the Avatar of Pride.

"They really don't need to do anything crazy," you say, watching them scatter. 

Lucifer chuckles, and you see him scan the entryway looking for something. "They just want to make Valentine's Day special for you." he says thoughtfully, "I suppose things are a bit different down here than in the Human world."

"You got that right." you laugh, thinking back to Valentine's Day when you were younger. "You guys have the flowers and chocolates, but you don't have those Cheesy Cards, Hallmark Movies, and no Cupid decorations."

His head picks up a bit at the mention of Cupid. "What was that third one?" he presses, his proximity seemingly forcing the answer out of you.

"Oh, Cupid?" you ask, tilting your head, "He's kinda like the Valentine's day mascot; it's a little winged baby that goes around shooting people with magic arrows that makes them fall in love with the first person they see."

"Interesting," he says "have you ever seen one before?"

You shake your head, "Only in movies; that kind of magic doesn't exist in the human world."

"So, these winged babies don't exist?" he frowns; for some reason, you see his brow twitch the way it does when he reads Mammon's Credit Card bill.

You laugh and shake your head, "Definitely not."

"Interesting." he hums, letting his features relax. With a smirk, he takes your hand, his Crimson gaze staring into yours affectionately. "Well then, I suppose I am up first. Give me a moment to prepare and stop by my room."

*Below are the First Three Dates; there isnt too much plot below, just romantic valentines day fluff and a bit of Cupid Panic from a few of the Brothers.

Lucifer~

You nervously fidget with the ribbon on Lucifer’s chocolate box as you approach his room. 

These chocolates from the human world are something the Avatar of Pride has never had before. And you’re a bit worried he may not like it.

Tentatively you knock on the door; Your nerves make the sound feel rather small against the thick wood. And you wonder if you should knock again.

But then the door opens, and Lucifer’s devilishly handsome face looks delighted to see you as he scans your frame.

“What’s with that face? You’re not nervous, are you?. He croons. 

“Just a bit,” you say softly, stepping into the room. Your honesty makes his features soften as he shuts the door behind you. 

“Come on now, you’re with me; there is no need to feel nervous,” he says, holding out a bouquet of roses for you. “A gift; I have a feeling you’ll be getting sick of chocolate today.”

“Thank you, Lucifer, these are for you,” you smile, breathing in the sweet aroma of the roses. You set them holding out the box. The bright red ribbon matches his eyes perfectly, and you can’t help but feel proud of your pick.

He carefully unravels the ribbon and opens the box. The bourbon-filled chocolates you bought for him seem to glow under the candlelight, the faint aroma of cocoa fills the air. “These look wonderful; I have never had anything like this.”

“There is some Burbon from the human world in the filling,” You explain, “you won’t feel anything, but it adds to the taste. I thought you’d like it.”

He raises one to his lips and takes a bite of it. The chocolate shell splinters and some of the filling falls into his mouth. “It’s delicious,” his eyes light up at the rich taste, and he holds out the other piece. “you must try this one.”

Opening your mouth, you let him feed it to you. The taste is heavenly, but you are more distracted by the way your bottom lip tinges from his gentle touch, even as he pulls away and fixes his gaze on the other side of the room.

“Let’s have some Music, shall we?” he says, taking a record out from his collection and placing it on the player; as it begins to spin, you recognize the tune from the human world. The smooth sounds of Frank Sinatra fill the room as he holds out a hand for you to take, “will you dance with me?”

You take it with a smile, “that’s pretty romantic of you, Luci,” you tease as he twirls you around.

“Would you expect anything less from me,” he asks, raising a brow and pulling you into his embrace. His elegant form swaying to the beat as you placed your head on his chest. 

“Never,” you murmur, feeling his arm wrap around the small of your back. The romantic ambiance of this moment makes you feel as if you are the lead in one of those black-and-white romance movies.

Wouldn’t you want to spend the rest of the night like this?” he murmurs into your ear.

“Tempting,” you hum, listening to the steady sound of his heartbeat. It pairs with the music beautifully, making you feel as if the two of you are dancing in the sky. “But that wouldn’t be very fair.

He chuckles lowly, letting his arm wrap around your waist, pulling you even closer, “When it comes to you, my dear, I don’t want to play fair. I’d prefer to keep you all to myself.”

You smile and gaze up at his handsome features, “that’s the Demon in you, I guess.”

He laughs again and gently kisses your forehead. “Happy Valentines Day, My Love.”

Mammon~

Until this morning, Mammon had been talking nonstop about how excited he was for your date to the Shadow Races; the magic horse races frequented by many in the Devildom's High Society.

But now, he seems more nervous than anything. His steps are small, and his eyes seem to keep darting back and forth anxiously as if he is looking for something.

"Mammon?" you ask gently, reaching down and taking hold of his hand that can't seem to stop shaking. "Is something wrong?"

He gives you a wobbly smile and tightens his grip on your hand. "It's nothing," he breathes, "just not feelin' too lucky today."

You little out a little giggle and press a soft kiss to his cheek. "The Great Mammon not feeling lucky? It can't be."

He laughs, and you see his frame looks a bit less tense. "There ya go again, Mc, makin' me feel all special. Yer such a good Human."

You beam at his words and see the rows of bleachers off in the distance. "Wow," you exclaim, looking at the massive turnout, "Who would've thought there would be so many Demons at the races today?"

Still holding your hand, Mammon stops in his tracks and stares at the crowd. "Too many people..." he mummers lowly, looking at you with glassy eyes.

"Are you feeling alright? You look sick?"

Shaking his head, he smiles at you, less convincing than the last. "Just thinkin' I should give ya yer gift before we get in there."

You don't really buy his excuse, but his hesitance probably has something to do with an unpaid debt from someone at the racetrack. "You got me something?"

He puffs his chest out proudly. "I did," He says, flashing you a grin of pearly whites. And taking a single Envelope out of his jacket pocket." Check it out."

You open the seal on the envelope to reveal not one but two golden slips of paper. Reading the printed text, you make out the letters W-O-N-K-A. 

"A-are these real?" you ask, staring up at the Demon in front of you. "The Wonka Factory is real?"

"Course it is," Mammon says, "I wanted to give you something special for Valentine's Day, so I worked overtime to get us some tickets."

I love it; thank you so much, Mammon. I can't wait to go with you.

His face flushes a deep red, and he looks down at the ground. D-did ya get somethin for me?"

"Don't worry, I could never forget My First," you smile, taking his gift out of your bag. His eyes light up when he sees the golden wrapper, and he opens it carefully, revealing the chocolate bar with edible gold flakes embedded inside of it.

"This is so cool," he smiles, peering closely at the gold. "Thank ya, Mc. You know me better than anyone."

In his excitement, he leans in to kiss you, only to stop, staring off into the distance in horror. You feel something fly past your wind, and Mammon begins to panic. 

"We gotta go," he says, taking your arms and dragging you in the opposite direction of the gust. 

"Wait, Mammon? What's going on?" you ask, feeling more concerned for the DemonDemon than yourself. Whoever he is in debt to must be really getting to him.

 "I can't lose ya like this," he mumbles, scooping you up and holding you close to his chest as he hops the fence to the race track and sprints past the bleachers. 

His powerful speed overcomes the horses that are currently racing on the track as he carries you away from whoever it was that was scaring him.

He doesn't let you down until the two of you are inside the gates of the House of Lamination.

"What was that about?" you ask as he catches his breath.

 "Jus… just.. Saw some witches," he says convincingly, "nothin to worry about. Now, Let's spend some time together, just the two of us." he winks, still hunched over. And your unsuspecting laughter fills the room.

Leviathan~

“This place is so cool; you’re going to love it, MC,” Levi says, following the directions on his DDD to the location of your Valentines Day date.

“I’m sure I will, Levi.” you chirp back. After your strange afternoon of running around with Mammon, sitting down at a cafe will be a nice change of pace.

“Okay, we’re here!” The purple hair demon says, gesturing to the completely empty café in front of you. Peering through the windows, you don’t even see an employee inside. “ Levi, are you sure this place is open? I don’t see anyone inside.“

He grins ear to ear, “ I know, that’s the best part. This place is ran by magic. There’s no employees. So when I order some thing, I don’t actually have to worry about talking to anyone.”

“Wait? Really?” You ask, pushing open the glass doors, “It looks like we have the place to ourselves then.”

“Yeah, isn’t it great? We don’t have to worry about any Normies interrupting us.” He says, practically skipping over to a cozy corner booth. And mumbling some thing else about you not being able to look at other people.

“What was that?” you ask, leaning in a bit closer to him

“N-nothing, forget i said anything.” He says quickly, Waving his hands. “ hey, let’s get a milkshake; my chatroom says they’re really good here.

“Really, which kind should we get?” You ask, staring down at the menu. The dozens of delicious looking treats catch your eye.

“Hmmm, We could try the devil cherry one” Levi says, pointing at a monstrous shake near the top of the menu.

“The one that comes in the TSL souvenir cup?" you tease.

He blushes and looks down at the menu shyly. “It’s limited edition.” he mumbles.

You comfortingly place your hand atop his own with a smile. “Well, it sounds tasty; we can split it."

"S-share a milkshake together like Normies?" the Otaku asks, trying his best not to look too excited at the suggestion. "Well, I guess we could share, it looks pretty big, and I still have to give you your chocolate."

Sounds good. Should we go up and order?" you ask, looking around the restaurant for some kind of ordering station.

"Nope, we said what we wanted out loud, so the kitchen is magically making our milkshake now." Levi replies with a smile. "A true Introverts paradise."

"That's convenient." you chuckle. "So now we wait. Let me give you your gift, I know you'll love it."

You bite the inside of your cheek as you reach into your coat pocket. You pull out his gift, "It's not chocolate, but I found some themed anime valentines day cards from a shop in the human world."

"These are so cool," he laughs, reading the little quotes written on each card. "I have your gift too."

He pulls out a pyramid shaped box of chocolates, “They’re Devil chocolates, the flavor changes when you eat them.”

Curiously you raise a piece to you lips and take a bite. The taste is initially creamy like icecream but then heats up to the temperature of a soft backed cookie.  "You’re right, Levi.” you smile, savoring the flavors. “The taste does change. Try it.”

You pop your half eaten chocolate in to his mouth playfully.

Levi exe has stopped working.

He has a cute, almost dazed look in his eyes as he is trying to process that his lips just touched something that you have taken a bite out of. “I-indirect k-kiss.” he says softly as a pink blush once again coats his cheeks.

 Looking around, you see some cartoony hearts fill the room around you. "Oh, these hearts must be part of the Cafe's decorations for Valentines Day."

"Hearts?" Levi says, blinking back to reality, now noticing them. The color drains from his face, and he stands abruptly. "Wait, I just remembered something." he says quickly, springing to his feet and pullin you up with him.

"What is it?" you ask, condused with his antics.

"We have to go. It’s a sign." he states urgerntly, tightening his grip on your arm and mumbling something you can’t quite make out.

"But our shake..." you say, following him out the door, looking back you see the  freshly prepared Milkshake that magically sits at your now empty table.