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#Black Sorcerer Solomon
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Eiden looks at Lucifer. "Are you getting the same vibe I'm getting your brother Satan and that sorcerer guy Solomon. I feel like they are judging us. But what's scarier is they get along with my clan members Rei and Kuya..." Lucifer nodded as the 4 seem to be having a meeting. "Why did you include Satan?"
"O because of his short temper like the two clan members." Eiden explained.
Rei was rolling his eyes while Father sat on his shoulder and had his head turn 180 to look at the two. Kuya was in the kitchen with Solomon as they looked at a pot of something boiling and purple. Satan was looking at the notes Rei had written on the gemstones.
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another-lost-mc · 8 months
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@onyourowndaisymae asked:
ignore me crawling into your ask box like i haven't been bombarding your feed with old man thirst already
anyways i'm imagining a pact mark tour with solomon where he slowly strips for you and takes his time explaining the origin of his pact marks in all the detail he can remember. rolling his sleeves up and showing off his toned forearms and explaining who's pact mark is where, then taking off his shirt, then unbuckling his pants to let them sit lower on his hips to he can show off the ones that trail onto his v-line, savoring the way you stare shamelessly and justify it by claiming you're "paying attention" when you both know you're not--
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teehee.
➤ thinking about: beating that old man at his own game
solomon x gn!reader | nsfw | suggestive
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Solomon can barely contain his smirk because he sees that you're trying to be his darling apprentice and pay attention to something that's supposed to be educational. sure, he could have just shown you these marks in some of his old books instead, but then he wouldn't have the glee of watching your eyes widen as they roam across his pale skin adorned with crisp black lines of sigils and runes. your eyes linger on his tummy and the waistband of his underwear, a teasing glimpse of black silk. he clears his throat and your eyes snap back up to his face guiltily—he's caught you and you both know it.
what he doesn't expect is for you to stand up suddenly and start unbuttoning your own shirt. his hands fall limply at his side and he tilts his head in confusion. the question he's about to ask dies in his throat when the first pact mark peeks out behind the thin cotton material. it swirls delicately across your collarbone over your right shoulder. the unbuttoned shirt falls to your feet and now Solomon can't help but stare at the smooth expanse of so much skin he's only dreamt of being able to see and touch. he counts two more pact marks as his eyes focus on the elaborate markings that stain your skin: there's one on your left shoulder and one on your chest, right over your heart.
his fingers instinctively reach out to trace the unfamiliar shape, but he pulls his hand back again. he can look but not touch—the rules to his own little game feel so suffocating all of a sudden. he can't help but wonder who's mark would dare claim your body—your heart— so blatantly? he doesn't even mean to ask the question out loud, and he doesn't expect you to answer him, either.
Lucifer. he should've known.
but there are still four more marks he's yet to discover, and now you stand with your hands on your hips, a smile tugging the corner of your mouth. you know he's waiting for you to reveal the rest of your body to him so he can see for himself where the others have made their marks on you. your fingers drum idly against the side of your left leg, near the top of your thigh where Levi's mark hides beneath your denim jeans.
Solomon's eyes focus on your hand because he knows there must be a mark there. sometimes he unconsciously traces the ones on his skin too. he'd love to see the mark for himself, and he licks his lips and thinks that if he asks nicely (or begs, if he must) then maybe you'd let him trace it with his fingers, or with his tongue—
the trance is broken when you pick up your shirt and spin on your heel, reminding him about the meeting at the sorcerer's society you're both going to be late for. you shrug your shirt onto your shoulders and button it up as you walk away, leaving him alone in his library with a dry mouth, an erratic heartbeat and a throbbing erection.
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lovetei · 8 months
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Can you write about the demon brothers reacting to MC attempting to flip a bottle and land it but before they do they say,
“If I land this, I’ll kiss Solomon.”
And when questioned why they had that very specific condition they respond with,
“Because I know I won’t land it.”
(Spoiler alert: They do land it and they’re like, “oh…anyways! Solomon wanna make out?”)
Idk why my brain thought of this but here
This have been in my drafts for ages... I'm sorry if this took so long... :')
I'll try to finish as much project and requests as I can promise :)
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MC playing filp the bottle except if they landed it, they go make out with Solomon
Warnings: Grammar errors, not proofread
Versions: Demon brothers, Side Characters
Links: Masterlist
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LUCIFER:
He's sitting in his desk doing the usual
Work, eat, work, sleep
And you're there
Sitting in the floor like a child he needs to babysit
"Hey, Lucifer."
"What?"
"If I land this flip I'm making out with Solomon-"
What flip?
There won't be any bottles to flip when he shot that plastic bottle with whatever dark energy that is stored inside him.
You just looked at the plastic bottle you're playing with that is now stuck in the wall with a black shadow pinning it.
You looked at Lucifer and he's looking back at you like he didn't do anything
"Ha, MC... Why would you even want that shady sorcerer near you? Asking such specific consequences..." He sighed.
And you responded with a giggle
"I only said that because I know you won't let me land it."
Oh...
I guess he fell for his darlings trap again.
Hey what are you doing?
Where did that bottle came from?
You have another one?!
Why, are you going to flip it?!-
IT LANDED?!
You grabbed your phone to call Solomon and asked him something but
But before you can even dial his number the same thing that happened to the bottle happened to your phone.
"What are you grabbing MC?" He asked as if he didn't just ruin your phone.
MAMMON:
You saw this flip the bottle challenge online when the two of you went to get some things from the human world
And you both decided to make it a trend in the Devildom
But of course you need to be unbeatable to this game first before letting others know about this
So you're in his room, continuously practicing
"If I land this you'll ask for Lucifer's credit card."
"If I land this I'm making out with Solomon."
Fine!-
Wait what?
What did you just say?
The bottle he just threw stopped mid air and the bottle you threw was stopped
It was about to do a perfect land but suddenly,
Coincidentally, a random fire ablazed out of nowhere causing the wind to change and disrupt the landing of your battle
He looked at you in disbelief, his bottle still mid air
"Why did you ask for that..?" He asked his voice low as the bottle slowly descended.
"Because I know you won't let it land, Mammon." You laughed out slowly making him chuckle too
Of course he won't
He's your first man after all, and your kisses are strictly restricted for him and him only-
Did that bottle just landed?
Is that your bottle?!
YOU GRABBED HIS BOTTLE AND FLIPPED IT FOR YOURSELF?!
NU UH!
You better bet he's outside HOL waiting for that damn sorcerer like he's some criminal.
LEVIATHAN:
He's the hardest player to play with, to be honest
You don't know if he's good at this because he's a good player
If he's good at this because he can control the water
Or if he's good at this because he's just so lucky
You've been chanting the phrase "If I land this I'll make out with Solomon." For some time now
But the water just kept mysteriously moving mid air causing the bottle to lean sideways and fail to stand up
You look at Leviathan and he just avoided your gaze while sweating
So what you did is
You briefly kissed him on the cheek before saying the same phrase while his mind is lagging and you knew it
The bottle landed and he's just like "H-HWAH?!"
You're grabbing your phone..?
OH MY GOSH YOU'RE GRABBING YOUR PHONE!
"W-Wait MC!" He tried to stop you from 'calling' Solomon
Well, you're not calling him,
You just put the phone in your ear pretending to do so
"I-I'll make out with you instead, please?!"
Wait...
Why are you grinni like that..?
W-Wait!
SATAN:
This bottle flip challenge is so stupid and so noisy
He just look at you with a book in his hands knowing damn well that the bottle won't land because the water is not enough
"If I land this I'll make out with Solomon!"
What?!
Oh wait, the bottle won't land.
He's nervous for a second he's glad he knows it won't land-
HOW THE FUCK?
Where did that water came from?!
Why is the bottle suddenly half full?!
"MC you little..." He frowned at you, the book no longer important to him
"What I flipped the bottle? It's just fair-"
What bottle are you talking about?
The bottle that is standing before you is now squeezed
And the water 'coincidentally' squirted just enough to have your phone broken
Just as he thought
The bottle wouldn't land.
ASMODEUS:
He's not actually playing with you, just watching you as he dries his nails
"Honey you've been flipping that thing since earlier, aren't your wrist tired?" He whined out.
You just shook your head
Not even bothering to verbally answer him
Except just continuing to flip the bottle
You then sighed before saying "If I land this, I'm making out with Solomon."
Oh?
Now he's invested~
Oh it landed?!
"Wah~ I want to flip it too!" He suddenly said before grabbing the bottle and flipping it himself
What, he flipped it in first try?
Wait why is his eyes glowing pink?
Did he control it
"Come on now, MC! Call Solomon and tell him he needs to make our with two people!"
Oh...
So that's how it is...
BEELZEBUB:
You're in the kitchen counter
Flipping bottles continuously since earlier
And he's just sitting in front of you on the other side of the counter
Watching you
"If I land this flip I'm making out with Solomon..!" You contracted
His eyes went wide
And before the bottle can even land you heard a crunch
"Tastes good."
Did he just take a bite out of the bottle?
THE BOTTLE?!
Well...
That's one way to solve it...
BELPHEGOR:
He's just trying to sleep peacefully...
Stop making so much noise with that damn bottle please!
He's burying his head on so many pillows
You think he can't even breathe anymore
So...
He can't hear you if you just whisper it right?
"If I land this flip I'm making out with Solomon..." You whispered to yourself.
Suddenly some tail hit the bottle and crashed it to the wall
Now there's a hole in the wall with a bottle stuck in it
"I just woke up MC... Don't mess with me." He said.
You just chuckled as you drop yourself on his bed.
You knew it.
Solomon won't stand a chance against a newly wake up Belphegor.
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nocreativityfornames · 3 months
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Everything we know about Solomon so far, lore wise.
WARNING: SPOILERS FOR ALL SEASONS
He's humanity's most powerful sorcerer (swd: 2-A), and one of RAD's first exchange students. (swd: 2-2)
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He has pacts with 72 different demons (omswd: 2-2), two of which are Asmodeus and Barbatos (swd: 2-A).
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He was the one to rescue MC from Lucifer when the demon was threatening them during the dance party at the retreat, and when MC asked him how to control a demon who's in a pact with them, Solomon explained that they didn't have the magic abilities to that yet but lent them his powers, saying he was "interested to know what would happen if he did." (swd: 8-8) And his powers came in handy later on when MC and the others were escaping from Henry 1.0 and MC used his borrowed powers to summon Asmodeus and charm the giant snake. (swd: 8-13)
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He's in possession of the Ring of Wisdom, which grants him the power to control demons. It was given to him by Michael himself, as a way to help Solomon during a time when he was feeling "lost." (swd: 29-5)
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He made himself immortal by accident while researching new forms of magic and as a result of it, can no longer grow old or die. (swd: 36-3)
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He was the first to realize that MC's powers could be a threat to the three worlds, though he wasn't sure if his hypothesis was right. That's why he brought them to Devildom, to test if his theory was correct. (swd: 37-4)
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He stole the Night Dagger - the item that was supposed to be used on MC to sever their pacts with the brothers when their powers were proven to be a threat to everyone and everything around them - from Thirteen's cave. (swd: 37-9)
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When he found out that to use the Night Dagger to save the three worlds he needed to kill a high-ranking demon with it first he made a plan to kill Lucifer himself, but the idea of MC hating him because of it made him change his mind. (swd: 38-15)
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He took MC as his apprentice to help them learn how to control their powers (swd: 38-19) and from then on became their teacher, guiding them through the journey of becoming a full-fledged sorcerer.
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According to Michael, he's a decent human with a good head on his shoulders, but can be even more troublesome than demons at times. "He acts as if he understands his own powers, but he doesn't." The angel tells MC - who had been sent back in time to when the brothers were still angels in the Celestial Realm through a dream due to eating Solomon's cooking - before bringing them back home. (swd: 44-18)
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He founded the Sorcerers’ Society with one of his past apprentices who he later had a strong disagreement with, which led to Solomon distancing himself from the society. (swd: 45-4)
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His pact with Asmodeus was made in a tavern long long ago while the brother was drunk out of his mind. (swd: 53-16) Solomon saw that the demon was in no coherent state and took advantage of that to propose a pact between the two of them. (nb: 6-18 and 17-13)
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He met Barbatos even before he met Asmodeus when he risked death to summon the butler (swd: 53-16), desperately needing his powers to control time for reasons that are still unknown (swd: 49-A).
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He has Barbatos' grimoire, which the butler gave to him himself out of trust and respect for him. (swd: 53-16)
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After MC completed their trials to become a sorcerer and before the brothers left the Human World, he gave MC a sorcerer's ring. (swd: 59-11)
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When teleported away by Barbatos as punishment for summing him, Solomon found himself in a dining room where Diavolo and Simeon were arguing over which side should be the one to “guide” humanity, demons or angels. They ask Solomon to make a choice, but he tells them that humans don't need their protection, claiming that he wants humanity to be free and that's part of an agreement he has with someone. Then, everything goes black, and an unknown voice ( who we later find out is Nightbringer ) accuses Solomon of being “difficult” and tells him that things would be easier if he chose his side, even bringing up MC to ask if the sorcerer would change his mind if his apprentice was to “get caught up in the middle of it.” In response Solomon asks if that's a threat and tells Nightbringer that he's acting like a demon, explaining later that he knows MC wants the same thing as him. Nightbringer calls him overconfident for this, saying that Solomon is sure to the point where he becomes arrogant, and tells him that he is the one behaving like a demon. Solomon isn't surprised, replying that it's to be expected considering that Nightbringer is “the one who made him who he is today.” (nb: 9-A and 10-A)
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He met Thirteen when he was still a child, and she wasn't even an apprentice reaper yet. The meeting was a surprise to both of them but to Solomon even more, who shrieked in terror when he saw her. According to her, Solomon's soul was as bright as MC's back then, but ever since becoming "The Witty Sorcerer" that changed and it no longer sparkles the same way. (nb: 11-10)
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Thirteen blames Barbatos for how much he changed. She told MC that Solomon used to be very lovable and innocent when he was younger, but that Barbatos let him experience whatever he wanted and that's the reason why nothing scares or fazes him anymore. (nb: 11-10)
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Although he's immortal there are still ways to kill Solomon by using certain magic and cursed items, and Thirteen is waiting for the day he dies to have his soul. (nb: 11-10)
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He was given the title of “the Witty Sorcerer” by Barbatos when the demon brought him to the Fountain of Knowledge for the first time while Solomon was on the verge of death. Barbatos then declared that the human was supposed to protect the spring, and Solomon stayed there until his wounds were healed. (nb: 11-10)
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He was raised in a place where magic was a thing to be feared and people were locked up and killed for simply having been rumored to have been seen using it. For that reason, Solomon's parents locked him in a basement away from the world when he started developing magic skills as a child out of fear of what the townsfolk could do to him and the rest of the family if they knew. (nb: 14-14)
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While locked away Solomon had a friend ( most likely another child ) who would visit him every now and then and chat with him through the bars of the window in the basement. Something happened to that friend, but Solomon couldn't bring himself to say what. (nb: 14-14 and 14-16)
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His life goal is to be powerful enough to protect humanity and to create a world where humans demons and angels can finally stand as equals (nb: 14-14 and 14-16), as opposed to now where humans are seen as an inferior race that to one side ( demons ) is prey and to the other ( angels ) are weaker beings that must be protected. That's also why he's determined to continue to make pacts with powerful demons such as Lucifer, to obtain more power from those pacts.
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In a book Satan found there is a passage about Solomon that reads: "Long ago, in a corner of the human world, a sorcerer of rare and extraordinary power was born. He was extremely unique, both in power and nature. As such, he was unable to find a place within human society, and was persecuted by his people, who refused to accept such an aberration. For quite some time he fought to suppress his own power; until he could do so no longer, and lost control. He ended up causing tremendous damage and destruction to the human world." "Once it became clear that the sorcerer posed a threat not just to humans, but to all three worlds, a lone demon appeared before him, offering him guidance. The demon made him guardian of the Fountain of Knowledge and gave him a new lease on life. And so, as the freshly minted protector of knowledge itself, he was thereafter known as 'the wise sorcerer, a title he retains to this day." (nb: 16-4)
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He fought a war against the Devildom by himself. (nb: 7-8) It started with Solomon proposing to the Demon King that the demonic realm partnered up with him and demons worked under him to further the Human World’s development, which angered the King and gave start to the war, which lasted 7 days. (nb card: "unforgettable past")
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yuujispinkhair · 11 months
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Tease
You get caught up in a game of seduction with your new housemate Solomon. A game you never announced publicly. But the rules are clear. Whoever can make the other give in to their desires first is the winner. In more ways than one. Who will it be? The sexy sorcerer or you?
Pairing: Solomon x Reader (female) Genre: smut + fluff Word Count: 3k Warnings: 18+, smut, sexual teasing, mentions of mutual masturbation through the bedroom wall, mirror sex, nipple play, fingering, praise, dirty talk, slight over-stimulation. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.
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It's a game. A game of who can seduce the other one first. A game of who will give in first to their desires. It has been going on for weeks now. Ever since you moved into Cocytus Hall with Solomon. You can always feel his eyes on you, following you everywhere you go. And you do the same, unable to keep your gaze off the silver-haired sorcerer, who somehow has become even more attractive now that you are so close to him all the time.
Yes, it's part of the game when Solomon flirts with you openly. When he smiles that charming smile and calls you love and darling, and compliments you whenever he can.
Just like it's part of the game when you grin like the Cheshire Cat and call him your boyfriend in front of the demon brothers, with a teasing wink in Solomon's direction and a friendly pat on his thigh.
Solomon tells everyone during dinner that you are very special to him and that the two of you have a very deep relationship, making it sound as if you are fucking on every surface of your shared home. His words are accompanied by a soft touch of his fingertips on your hand that's resting next to your plate. Under the table, you have to press your thighs together as heat throbs in your core.
In turn, you pretend to stumble over the carpet in your living room the next day, landing conveniently in Solomon's lap, where he is man-spreading on the couch, looking so sexy that your panties are already sticky with wetness.
His reaction is a low, breathy whisper,
"Careful, darling. Don't hurt yourself. You're lucky I was sitting here to catch you."
You almost moan when you nuzzle your face into his neck and let your lips brush teasingly over his sensitive skin as you whisper thanks to him. However, your smile is victorious when you feel a tell-tale hardness press against you.
But he resists you, just like you resist him too. No winner is declared tonight. You go to sleep in separate rooms, listening to each other's soft moans carrying through the thin wall, as both of you have a hand between your legs, touching yourself to the thought of the other.
You start dressing in your tightest clothes and shortest dresses, making sure to give your sexy sorcerer something to fantasize about every day.
But you aren't the only one making this game move.
You chuckle softly when you realize that anytime Solomon enters your shared home, he immediately takes off his flowy coat. Revealing his tall, lean muscled figure to you in his tight-fitting black pants and the long-sleeved shirt that shows off his body. You can see every firm muscle. He looks good! 
You know he is doing it on purpose. You know it by the way he cocks his head and smiles as if daring you. As if saying, 'Come here and put your hands on me, darling. Don't you want to touch me?'
Your fingers twitch with the almost irresistible urge to just lunge at him and grab those sexy muscles. But you refuse. Balling your fingers into fists and smiling back at him, angelic, sweet, innocent. You will not lose this game!
And so the game continues without any player ever mentioning that it is taking place. 
You and Solomon are teasing each other and flirting 24/7, filling the room with so much sexual tension that it is almost touchable.
But never more than that.
Neither wants to lose, it seems. Both of you are ambitious players.
You turn your head to the side and laugh before you are too caught up in Solomon's blue eyes and seductive voice while he caresses your cheek under the guise of brushing away a breadcrumb.
And he gently but firmly pushes you off his lap and off his hard-on with a soft laugh and a good-natured,
"I suggest you get some rest, love, if you are so unsteady on your pretty feet that you trip and fall into my lap.
You know that he knows what you are doing. And he knows that you know too. Both of you seem to enjoy this game of slow seduction immensely. You definitely do. It's addictive to tease and flirt and see how far you can go until Solomon snaps. Until you win.
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Ironically, when it finally happens, it isn't even part of your elaborate plan to get some sexy sorcerer dick. It is just you being a forgetful idiot.
You have just finished your long luxurious bath when you realize you forgot to bring fresh clothes.
You are too busy cursing under your breath about having to walk down the cold hallway stark-naked that you don't even see him until a graceful but firm hand closes around your arm.
"Enough is enough, you little tease. What do you think you're doing? You're the naughtiest apprentice I ever had."
Solomon's voice is low, talking slowly, pronouncing every word clearly. The tone of his voice is a seductive mix of stern and amused. His words and the firm grip on your arm leave no doubt. Tonight the two of you will cross that invisible line that you have been tiptoeing around.
Your breath hitches in your throat.
"S... Solomon."
You can feel his tall body pressing against your back now. Firm muscles and potent magic. It's arousing to have him this close. To stand here stark naked while he is fully clothed. A shudder washes over you, accompanied by a pulsing sensation between your legs. You can feel yourself getting wet just from this.
And it only gets more intense when you feel the luxurious fabric of his clothes brush over your skin. When you feel the firmness of his body and his warm breath on your neck as he leans down to murmur in your ear,
"I admit defeat. I can't keep my hands off you any longer. But just so you know, sweetheart. You aren't playing fair."
A light gasp escapes your mouth when the grip of his strong hands tightens on your arms, and he steers you back into the bathroom you just left.
Your heart is beating up to your throat, your mind is spinning, and your pussy is very, very wet. You feel light-headed, almost dizzy from excitement.
Solomon is so strong, so powerful, easily maneuvering you through the vast bathroom. He stops walking, and the firm grip on your upper arms loosens, replaced by his long fingers gently running down your arms. His thumbs graze the sides of your naked breasts, sending shock waves of pleasure through you.
You lift your head and blink. Your breath comes out shakily when you realize where you are. Your reflection is staring back at you from the full-length mirror, eyes heavily lidded, pupils blown wide, and lips parted almost dumbly. Your breasts are enticingly squished together from the way you press your arms to your sides, your nipples erect and so sensitive that even the brush of air makes you moan softly.
You look slutty. Aroused and naughty, standing here in front of the mirror, naked in the arms of the man you desire so badly.
Blue eyes meet yours in the mirror. Solomon's gaze is deep and intense, desire burning unguardedly in those beautiful blue and brown irises. Yet, underneath the desire, you can still see a cheeky twinkle. The same sparkle you have seen every day since your little game started.
You return his intense gaze, sure that he can see how turned on you are. And then his eyes leave yours to slowly trail down further, taking in the sight of your naked body, your full breasts, and all your curves. You gulp when his gaze lingers on the place between your thighs.
Your pulse is fluttering nervously. It's humiliating to be so fully exposed to Solomon's lustful gaze, To be completely naked while he is still dressed, knowing that he is looking at your pussy. The thought alone makes more cream coat your pussy lips. 
You make an embarrassing noise, a soft squeak, and turn your face to the side, too ashamed suddenly to look into the mirror and see Solomon's hungry gaze on your exposed body.
A soft laugh fills the room, and strong arms wrap around your waist while warm lips leave a barely palpable trail of kisses over your neck.
"Don't act shy now, darling. Isn't this what you planned? Didn't you want to seduce me? Didn't you want to drive me crazy with your body? It certainly worked."
He pulls you closer to him until your body is flush against his. And you can feel it. You can feel how crazy you drive him. How much he wants you. You can feel his hard cock press against your back, large and hot even through the silky fabric of his neat black pants.
A whine escapes your lips. A sound so needy that it's embarrassing. But you nod and answer him with a breathy,
"Y... yes. That was my plan."
"I have to congratulate you on your win, then. I couldn't resist your charms any longer. Well played, sweetheart."
His voice is velvety soft, warm, and deep, arousal clear in it. But there is also a teasing tone to it.
Soft, warm hands come up to cup your breasts and squeeze them gently.
"Ah, yes, just as I thought. You feel so good under my hands."
Solomon's touch is loving but firm. Long fingers sprawl over your tits, playing with them, squeezing them lovingly, making you moan and let your head fall back against Solomon's shoulder.
Technically you have won. But have you really? You aren't sure who is seducing who at the moment. Solomon took full control over the situation, even though you are the one who was proclaimed the winner. But there is no doubt about who is in charge at the moment.
Maybe it's his natural dominance. Maybe it's his height and strength. Maybe the powerful magic exuding from him. No matter what it is, you are putty in his arms. Your breath comes out in short gasps, your body is melting against Solomon's firm muscles, heart racing wildly, and pussy throbbing with need, so wet that you can feel it on your inner thighs.
Solomon's fingers begin to toy with your nipples, pinching them between two fingers, rolling them gently, teasingly tugging on them until you moan loudly and your eyes close in pleasure.
"Open your eyes. I want you to look at yourself."
Solomon's breath is warm on your neck, and his voice is dripping with desire and smugness. He loves the power he has over you. And you love it too, love being under his spell, trapped in his strong arms.
You sob as you obey his command and open your eyes. What you see in the mirror makes you moan loudly. You see yourself squirming needily in Solomon's arms, lips hanging open as moans spill from them, eyes clouded over by lust. And your nipples are stiff and erect, tits plump in Solomon's strong hands where he squishes them together.
He presses a lingering kiss to the side of your neck, blue eyes watching you admiringly in the mirror.
"Yes, keep looking, darling. Look how beautiful you are. I want you to watch closely. Watch me play with you, my pretty girl."
You whine when his warm, loving hands let go of your sensitive tits. But they only wander further down your body, caressing your sides slowly, while hot kisses trail up and down your neck and the thick hardness trapped in Solomon's pants throbs against your back.
You would make a pact with him right this second just to get his cock inside you. But the only thing you can do is shiver and exhale shakily as skilled fingers caress your hips.
Somehow you know Solomon won't give you the whole package tonight. The game isn't over yet. But you will take everything he is willing to give you. You will collect your prize for your victory by letting yourself fall apart under Solomon's magical fingers.
Those fingers brush teasingly over your inner thighs. They graze lightly over your wet slit. And you gasp loudly, pussy creaming up even more, hot and slick against Solomons exploring hands.
"Let me see all of you, my love."
Your gaze is glued to where Solomon's firm fingers spread your pussy lips open, exposing your glistening wet clit and folds. You are dripping with arousal, your cunt giving away just how much you crave the gorgeous sorcerer.
A low sexy moan is coming from him, and he rolls his hips against your ass, pushing his large cock against you, letting you feel how hard he is for you.
"Oh fuck, look at you. Look at my pretty girl and her pretty pussy. So beautiful and so wet. Let me take care of that pretty pussy for you."
Two fingers find your puffy clit and rub slow circles around it, spreading your cream over it, making your hips buck and your mouth part with loud moans.
Solomon's breath is hot on your neck as his soft low moans join yours. His fingers keep flicking your swollen bud, gentle and slow. And maybe he is really working magic on you because nothing has ever felt so good as Solomon's hands on your body, on your tits, and your pussy.
You gulp hard as you observe yourself in the mirror, watching yourself spread your legs sluttily for Solomon. Watching him rub your needy pussy so expertly that you are a shaking, whining mess.
"Yes, just like that, darling. Look how beautiful you are. You're doing so well. You're such a good girl for me."
You don't know whether it's the praise coming out of Solomon's mouth in that sexy raspy tone or whether it's the way he rubs and pampers your clit, that makes you sob loudly. You are already so embarrassingly close to cumming.
Solomon pushes two fingers inside you, making you see stars. It's like he is using his magic on you, like it is inside you, filling your pussy, making it throb with a kind of pleasure you haven't known before. He fucks you with his fingers, deep and good, while his other hand massages your clit.
Your eyes close as you give yourself completely to the sexy sorcerer, leaning on him, your head resting against his firm chest, legs spread for him, moaning his name while your cream is dripping down his long fingers.
"Keep your eyes open, sweetheart. Watch me pamper that cute pussy of yours."
What you see is a total horny wreck. Your tits bounce sluttily from how hard you ride Solomon's fingers, so desperate to cum. The noises that fall from your parted lips are obscene, loud, needy mewls and sobs, but they almost get drowned out by the loud squishing noises of your overly wet pussy.
Solomon's fingers push against that sweet spot deep inside you, making your hips buck wildly. You are almost crying by now from how good it feels, getting on your tiptoes, body so ready to cum all over those gorgeous fingers, needily chasing after your high.
"Solomon!! Oh yes, yes, right there! Ah!! I'm gonna...I'm gonna..."
"Mmmh, I know, darling, I know. Show me how pretty you look when you cum all over my fingers."
You fall apart right then and there, crying out brokenly as your hands grab Solomon's arms, digging your nails into them as your orgasm overtakes you, long and hot, with a dizzying force. Your pussy spasms around Solomon's fingers, body shaking, loud cries falling from your lips. You feel hot all over, your face, your whole body, but most of all, your pussy. It's almost too much, too intense.
You are trembling and sobbing, clawing at Solomon's wrists, but he stops you,
"Shh, let me take proper care of you, just like you deserve."
And he keeps fucking you with those talented fingers, slower now, while his thumb plays with your over-stimulated clit, gradually slowing his movements to slow, gentle caresses. But he doesn't stop until he has rubbed every last wave of orgasm out of you.
When he finally pulls his fingers out of you, he lets them trail over your puffy clit, making your hips buck one last time before you collapse bonelessly against Solomon, resting your full weight against his firm body, but he doesn't even stagger.
Your breathing is ragged, and your pussy is pulsing with the heavy aftershocks of your orgasm. You lift your head to look at Solomon's beautiful face in the mirror. His cheeks are flushed, and his blue eyes are dark with desire. But the teasing smile is still on his face as he brings the fingers you just came on to his lips and slowly licks them clean, rolling his eyes in pleasure as if your taste is the most delicious thing the self-proclaimed gourmet ever tasted in his long life.
A delighted smile spreads over his face. And with that, Solomon steps away from you, strong hands steadying you, making sure you can stand on your own before he lets go of you.
"If you will excuse me now, please. I have to take care of an urgent matter."
He winks at you and gestures to the big bulge in his tight black pants.
"I can help you with that, darling."
"I know, but not today, sweetheart. Some dishes get even better when you let them simmer for a while."
He grins at you, and you find a matching smile tugging at your lips. Before you can stop yourself, you blurt out,
"Hey, Solomon?"
"Yes, (y/n)?"
"I didn't plan this... I really forgot to bring a change of clothes."
Blue eyes blink at you for a moment, and then loud laughter fills the room. Solomon is shaking from it, holding his stomach as he grins broadly at you.
"Still, congrats on your win! But don't think the game is over yet. This was only the first round. Who knows, maybe I will win the next one."
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Thank you so much for reading! This is my first time writing for Solomon. I just couldn't resist anymore!! He has been one of my faves for a while already, and ever since we moved in with him in Nightbringer, I am constantly spinning more and more out of control aaaaaah I want him so bad!!!
I hope you enjoyed this little story and that my characterization was ok. I decided that as a fellow Sagittarius, Solomon surely loves a little game where he has to chase the object of his desires and gets chased in return. It makes things so much more exciting :) There might be another part someday. I mean, as Solomon said, the game is still on, and we still need to get that sorcerer dick ;)
Please let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs make me happy!
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koolades-world · 3 months
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One bed troupe w/ Lucifer
You were out on a tour of the Devildom with Diavolo, Lucifer, Solomon, Luke, and Simeon. Diavolo wanted to promote the exchange program further, and let the Devildom see the faces of the wonderful angels and humans that had come to stay with them. They would be out with the group for about a week in order to tour the entire realm. It really wasn’t necessary for Lucifer to be there. In fact, it would have been better for him to stay behind to keep his brothers in check and run the school, but, he had insisted on coming along. His brothers joked it was to stay with Diavolo, but they were secretly mad that Lucifer got to go and they had to stay, jealous about the quality time he would get with you.
It was day four in the trip, which was about halfway through. The day was finally over, and the group was finally returning to the hotel. They hadn’t been the one to move their luggage into the rooms. The room arrangements were as following: Luke and Simeon, of course, Diavolo and Solomon, and finally you and Lucifer. Simeon didn't want to leave Luke alone, and Diavolo enjoyed sharing a room with someone. Lucifer was definitely torn between who to bunk with. It was clear he wanted to keep both you and Diavolo safe from the sketchy sorcerer, but Diavolo insisted he would be just fine with Solomon, and even saw it as a bonding experience. He was rich enough to avoid this altogether, but found the experience novel and once-in-a-lifetime. It was typical of Diavolo to look at the situation that way, which left you and Lucifer together. Dia and Solomon got along surprisingly well, much to Lucifer's dismay, and on the first night alone they painted each others nails and ordered three hundred grim worth of food.
Once reaching your room, you kicked off your shoes and sat at the small kitchen in the hotel room. Lucifer followed behind them, moving their shoes out of the way of the door. He shut the door behind himself, and took off his own shoes more carefully to set them beside theirs. He saw both sets of luggage propped up beside each other, one set black and one set pink. The cute bag tag that Mc had made him adorned his own, complete with his name and bedazzlement.
“Luci, my feet hurt.” You whined to him. He chuckled at your behavior.
“Go and take a warm shower, or bath if you see fit. That will help. We have a few hours before dinner.” You nodded, agreeing and promise to be quick. He opened his suitcase and began looking for a new outfit to wear the evening. You took your own suitcase and disappeared into the bathroom. He turned around to lay out the outfit on whichever bed he should call his, but to his surprise, there was only one. He stopped for a moment, holding the suit. Did Diavolo do this on purpose? Was this a mistake? He found himself thinking for a good moment. He knew he wouldn’t mind sharing a bed with his beloved Mc, but he didn’t want to make you do anything they didn’t want to. He decided to lay out his outfit on a nearby chair instead, leaving the bed untouched. He busied himself in the kitchen instead, poking around for anything that could be his saving grace. He was only able to find some dishes and dishwasher soap.
You finally emerged from the bathroom, with damp hair and wearing a robe, suitcase in tow. “Luci! The robes at this hotel are so nice. I should get one for home.” The way you were affectionately enamored with every small thing in the Devildom warmed his heart. He would have to buy one for you. In any other situation, he hated that damned nickname, but he could never bring himself to stop you from using it.
“Can we talk for a moment?” He decided to bring this up sooner than later. He was a grown demon and running from his problems would not help.
“Sure thing! What’s up?” You set your suitcase down, right back next to his.
It took him a moment to say what he wanted to. Having you in front of him made it much more difficult then he initially thought. "I believe there has been a mistake. We only have one bed." He studied your face for any negative changes. To his surprise, there wasn't one.
"I thought it was going to be much worse that that with the face you were making. I don't mind if you don't." You smiled at him. He found his face heating up and he glanced away. "No need to be shy! This way, one of us won't be super far from the TV. My favorite part about staying in hotels is watching TV in bed and now I get to do it with my favorite demon. Don’t tell Mammon I said that." You giggled.
Lucifer covered his face with his hand. He got up and turned his back to you. "I'm off to shower. See that you are ready to go in an hour." He blindly tried to walk into the bathroom and instead hit his head on the wall before walking through the doorway. You laughed at how flustered he was. Since he was busy, you decided to snuggle up on the side of the bed with the outlet closest so you could charge their D.D.D. They turned on the TV and watched the Devildom cooking show intently. If anyone asked, it was to "acclimate to Devildom culture" but really it was because they enjoyed watching cooking and yelling at the screen. Solomon called you at some point, so the two of you began amiably chatting about the hotel rooms.
Lucifer emerged from the shower pretty quickly and saw you under the sheets, watching TV and talking to Solomon. He picked up on context clues and quickly asked if he could talk to Diavolo. His mood was slightly soured when you rejected his request because you were having a great conversation about the TV show and because Diavolo would not help him get a different room. He decided to get changed while you talked with his least favorite human. Time passed quickly and before he knew it, dinner was over.
You could tell Lucifer had drank a little more than he usually would and was tipsy. He was much taller than you, yet you were the one dragging him in the right direction. You told him to go get changed, and he came back with his clothes folded. He was in a pair of simple black pajamas. You almost preferred him this way, actually. He didn’t try to hide how he felt or anything, but you still felt guilty about it.
He flopped down on the bed, sprawled out, leaving the bathroom open. The pajamas Mc had were long sleeves and long pants. During the day, the Devildom was scorching. However, at night, it was freezing. It rarely snowed or iced over, and most demons barely noticed it. But you for sure as hell did. You learned there was barely a day where you could wear something light, unless you knew one of the brothers would be in your bed since they made nice heaters. Belphie gifted you a heating pad, which quickly made him your favorite for that week, much to the dismay of his brothers. Once you changed, you entered the main room again. Sitting at the edge of the bed, you pushed at Lucifer’s side until he finally rolled over.
“Luci! You’re laying on the remote.” The TV was going wild. Flickers of your cooking show came and went as Lucifer cycled through the many channels at an extreme speed. He dug around underneath himself until he found it and passed it to you. As you began looking for your channel again, you felt a pair of crimson eyes on you.
“I don’t tell you you’re gorgeous enough.” His words caught you by surprise. “You’re gorgeous.” He would never usually say that. Everything always went unsaid or physically communicated. You stared at him for a moment. His face was half illuminated by the flickering TV screen and was nestled under the sheets, like a bird would. You followed suit soon as the room began to grow colder and colder, indicating nightfall. You began to shiver, pressing your hand against your face for warmth.
You felt hands over yours. They were very warm. You turned and caught Lucifer staring right into your eyes. "Next time, tell me if you're cold." He pulled you close, granting you the well needed warmth. He wrapped himself around you. Usually, he was never this cuddly, but you didn't complain. Without him, you might literally freeze to death. The past few hotels had compensated, and given you warmer sheets, and whatever else they could to make you comfortable. This one had not. Lucifer tucked your head under his chin. Your hands were still half frozen, so to keep them intact, he placed them on Lucifer's hips. With you in his arms, Lucifer passed out pretty quickly. You continued watching their show.
Half asleep, you tried to continue watching the TV, your eyes fluttering shut occasionally. You awoke with a startle every time. Your D.D.D. lit up after a while, to which it took you a moment to register. It was a text from Solomon, which read: "Hope you're having a good night. Thank Diavolo and I later ;)" You definitely had some opinions about this since if it didn't work out, you might have actually frozen to death. They would be getting an earful tomorrow.
You sighed, not upset nor happy. Of course Solomon did this. Oh well. It gave you the opportunity to see the other side of Lucifer and gave you something to tease him about. Plus, he was really cute cuddly and without it they might actually freeze. (Note to self: Lucifer is the best personal heater!)
The next morning, Lucifer seemed embarrassed with himself. Lucifer stirring had waken you up, so you got to see his initial reaction. He didn't say anything, and got up pretty quickly.
"You're very warm. I might need to borrow you during winters." You laughed as he hurried off to the bathroom without a word. You would never get tired of his charming antics.
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thebellearchives · 1 year
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𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒
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~ solomon ; obey me [nightbringer]
✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : after another tiring day with the brothers you go back into your boyfriend’s arms
‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : gn!reader, stablished relationship, self indulgent fluff and comfort, absolutely clean of nightbringer spoilers!
‧₊˚ a / n : another Sol fic because i’m obsessed with him 🖤
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Exhausted, you followed Lucifer towards the foyer. Despite the deafening silence between the both of you, you noticed he shot you some concerned glances once in a while. You loved the brothers, you really did, but turned out their antics used to be even worse in the past than what they were in your time, much to your surprise. You could feel your eyelids growing heavier, and your mind shutting down while your legs continued to carry you outside of the mansion.
“Solomon” Lucifer’s greeting snapped you back awake, and your eyes found your sorcerer boyfriend just entering the mansion.
“Oh, you’re heading out?”
“Mc is, did you have any business here?” Lucifer solemnly stared at your teacher, but he didn’t seem fazed, instead he smiled.
“Yes, I was just coming to pick up my lovely apprentice, thought maybe we could walk back to Cocytus Hall together”
“That’s convenient” the demon’s voice almost hinted a bit of relief, your eyes focused on his face, which was now offering an apologetic gaze. “Mc here seems to be exhausted to the bone. My apologies, my brothers went overboard this time.”
“No worries” you waved it off and almost added something about how used you were used to it “I’m sure I just need a good nights rest and i’ll feel like new in no time.”
“Very well, have a safe walk back you two” Lucifer didn’t linger and walked back towards his study.
“You do look beat” Solomon giggled, and with a sigh you walked up to him.
“I’m in need of one of those hugs of yours” you wrapped your arms around his torso and laid your head over his clavicles.
“Aw, poor Mc” his voice softened and he hugged you back “I take it this means you don’t want to walk back home?”
Your eyes closed lazily, finding a captivating comfort in his arms.
“I’d totally hate that” your whispered voice got a slight chuckle out of him.
“You’re lucky you have such an indulgent boyfriend” Solomon slightly leaned over you and picked you up bridal style, his movements so swift and light that it didn’t even startle your eyes open. Your arms slithered around his neck, almost feeling the warmth of his body lullabying your thoughts to sleep. “how about I prepare you a bath and cook your favourite dish?”
A breeze rushed over your skin to let you know you had been teleported back to your room and you opened your eyes immediately.
“I’m not really hungry” he walked you over to bed.
Solomon tried to lay you over the clean sheets, but your arms remained locked around his neck. You laughed as you brought him down into the mattress with you and he let out a surprised yelp.
“Just stay here with me” his silver eyes looked up to you as you spoke “ right now I only want to rest in your arms”
“Your wish is my command” he grabbed you hand and kissed your knuckles, before moving over next to you.
With a sigh, you buried yourself into his arms again and closed your eyes, nuzzling against his black turtleneck. As you drifted away into the alluring sense of rest, you felt Solomon leaving a sweet kiss on your hair.
“Sweet dreams, darling.”
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temis-de-leon · 29 days
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Replaced MC AU/AU - Part 1
Characters: demon brothers, Diavolo, fem!MC and high school crush! male! NES (MC x NES)
How’s it gonna be , Intro – Part 0 , Part 2 , Part 3
Masterlist
CW: unrequited love, rejection, insecure demons, i refuse to let MC be a doormat, lesson 16 mentioned, my interpretations of the pacts, suggestive (kinda? i dont know), MC is down bad for NES, golden retriever NES, both MC and NES are in their 20s
There were two songs during the writing of this part: Rock Lobster and Girl With One Eye; do with that information what you will
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Diavolo liked NES. What a fine addition to the program he was! Invested in his studies, clearly interested in the new world he had been suddenly thrown to and cooperative as an advisor whenever MC was occupied with other matters. Charismatic, polite and respectful, still acting with naiveness, but quickly adapting to his surroundings.
No wonder MC used to be in love with him.
That was a surprise for everyone, although he’d be lying if he said it was a pleasant one. Solomon had laughed at the turn of events, stating how lucky MC was finding NES years later. In hell, no less! And while that made everything easier in terms of getting to know the Devildom from a familiar face, seeing MC smile with that bashfulness whenever she crossed paths with NES wasn’t something none of them were keen on. 
Sending him to Purgatory Hall despite MC’s protests was the obvious choice. The House of Lamentation was already crowded and having MC share her room was both unnecessary and unfair; at least, that’s what Lucifer said.
Both of the angels’ and Solomon’s reports were as positive as they could be. Luke thoroughly enjoyed baking with him, Simeon described his company as delightful and the sorcerer was ecstatic when he announced that NES tried every single one of his dishes, which just proved his bravery and resilience. 
Diavolo liked NES, yes, but he’d like him even more if MC liked him a little less.
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“So those are pacts?”
MC stared at NES, mouth dry and words stuck in her throat. She needed to blink, but she didn’t know how to do that without looking weird. Of course NES’s eyes had to look like that under the light of the fireplace. 
“MC?”
“Yes?”
He laughed and her heart skipped a beat. There wasn’t an ounce of malice in his voice, making her wish his soft smile was born out of the intimate bubble encasing them. If she focused enough, she could swear NES had a blush in his cheeks. If only that wasn’t due to the heat.
“The pacts, MC”
“Oh, yeah”
Could the earth swallow her if she was already in hell?
“They’re bonds I share with the brothers. Kinda like…”
She didn’t know what to say then. That she could command the brothers and they had no other choice but to obey her? He'd discover the true meaning of the pacts if he asked the right people, mainly Solomon, but it still seemed like a fact too vulnerable to share.
“It means she’s part of the family” a voice behind them intervened. “That she belongs with us”
MC jumped and turned around at lightning speed, drowning in embarrassment at the realization that she’d completely forgotten about Satan’s presence in the library. However, something in his words irked her mind. Did he want to say that? Or rather that she belonged to them?
“That’s nice, right?” 
She looked at NES, who was smiling despite the heavy silence in the air. Satan scoffed, no doubt in a mocking tone, and MC wondered with sudden ire how far she could go.
“Well, these are just two of them”
Mammon’s, covering the tip of her fingers in pure black with golden swirls; and Beel’s, dripping out of her mouth down the length of her throat.
“And where are the others? They look really cool!”
“Come closer, I’ll show you Satan’s”
Said demon snapped his book close, turning around with glaring eyes. MC ignored him and opened her mouth, letting herself enjoy NES’s presence so close to her body. There was ink in her tongue, drawing hard edges in the shape of a very elaborated arrow. NES stared at it in amazement, unconsciously grabbing MC’s chin and moving it side to side, up and down, to admire the tattoo better.
“Do you want to see the others?”
NES took his hand away, discreetly looking at Satan out of the corner of his eye.
“Would you…?”
“I don’t think that’s necessary” 
The blond glared at them and MC stared him down with a silent warning.
“I don’t think that’s your decision to make”
The tension was thick once again and MC sighed when NES looked away in awkwardness, but she couldn’t let Satan spoil what she wanted to be a nice date.
“Come with me to my room, NES, I’ll show you the rest of them”
He didn’t need any reassurance, taking his DDD and MC’s blanket with him before following her out of the room. 
The fireplace was still lit, but Satan felt unusually cold. 
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“She invited him to her room?!” Asmo clutched his chest before covering his annoyance in fake saccharine words. “How daring!”
“Lucifer will be furious!” cried Levi trying not to drop his DDD in his drink, finally letting it rest on the table and keeping his trembling hands inside his pockets.
“Why didn’t you stop them?” 
Satan looked at Mammon in disbelief, sneering at his brother’s furious expression. 
“Do you really think I didn’t want to? She wasn’t exactly happy with me at the moment!”
“Well, no wonder! You cock-blocked her!” 
Levi screeched at Asmo with a horrified look in his face, tears already in his eyes and fingers fidgeting with his jacket’s zipper.
“She’s raising their intimacy levels at ultimate speed! She’s taking the shortcut! There’s no way a yucky disgusting otaku could compete with that!”
Asmo rolled his eyes, patting the sobering demon’s back.
“None of us can compete with that, Levi”
Everyone looked at Mammon in surprise, but he was staring at his fingers, completely defeated. 
“As much as it pains me to say this, Mammon is right”
“Oi! Have some respect for your older brother!”
“Shut up, you moron! I’m taking your side” speaked Asmo once again. He sighed and crossed his arms, hugging himself with sadness. “MC already made her choice. The only thing we can do is slow the process”
“Then we’ll do that”
Satan seemed determined, rejecting Mammon’s supporting touch when he leaned over his chair to grasp his arm. He got up and started to grab his things, stopping only when he heard Levi’s nervous voice.
“She’s already mad at you, Satan. Like… bosslike mad at you.”
“Do you really want to risk that?”
He refused to meet his brothers’ eyes, nor their fear, their empathy or their dejectedness. Without saying another word, he stepped out of Café Lament and set foot to the House of Lamentation.
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MC loved the brothers. They’d become family, even with the death threats, the broken wall and the murder. They knew what she liked to do and eat and wear and they were more than happy to indulge in her wishes. 
But if they interrupted her time with NES one more time, so help me God, she’d give Hell a whole new meaning.
First it was Satan, sitting next to her in every class and cutting every attempt at a conversation with NES short in the name of a proper education. Then followed Belphie, who slept on the floor by her bedroom door, locking her inside and forcing her to jump out of the window, which gave everyone a heart attack. 
Lucifer mildly scolded them for that, stating himself above the poor behavior they were displaying, but still found multiple reasons for MC to be in his office for hours on end. Same as Levi, who pulled three all-nighters in a row and left her half-dead for a week. 
Mammon and Beel had been more subtle, both inviting her to movie nights, cooking sessions and shopping sprees. She only put a stop to all of the nonsense when Mammon tried to intercept her when she was on her way to a date with NES, excusing himself with a poor idiotic story about some angry witches. 
Strangely, the only one not to have a stupid scheme against her crush was Asmo. She almost expected him to be the most obvious about it, but nothing happened. He still did her nails and he helped her choose her outfits whenever she had a date with NES, albeit with a harsher critical attitude. 
He quickly became the nicest one to be around and she had no qualms in saying so.
“Oh, MC! You always know how to make me happy!”
“But it is true! I don’t know what’s wrong with the others! They’ve been acting so weird…”
Asmo stopped rummaging through her closet, turning around to look at her with an unamused expression. He looked tired.
“Honey… Surely you know. You must know”
They stayed in silence for a few seconds, both knowing that MC knew what he was talking about. All seven brothers had been interested in her to some extent, claiming ownership over her soul on more than one occasion, and this was the first time she’d rejected all those statements in such an obvious way. 
“We miss you, MC” 
Not the whole truth, but something neither of them could deny. 
“I miss you too”, she assured him. 
She could’ve left it at that, ending the raw, vulnerable talk in a positive tone. Alas, things weren’t always that easy. 
“But I like him. So, so much”
MC didn’t want to cry, but she was close. The dejection in Asmo’s eyes lasted long enough for her to almost regret knowing NES for so many years. In the end, he hid himself amongst her pile of clothes and continued looking for a good outfit.
“I’ll find time for you, I swear. For all of you”
Asmo nodded without looking at her, ending the conversation when he threw some clothes in her direction and waited for the mandatory catwalk. 
It wouldn’t be enough, but it was the best the brothers could ever get. After all, if someone deserved to be happy and in love, it was her.
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obey-me-disaster · 9 months
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What do you think would happen if MC respawns at a different location after the lesson 16 death? Like purgatory hall then MC somehow convinces Simeon, Luke, Solomon, Diavolo and Barbatos to hide their resurrection from the brothers. MC stays at purgatory hall and takes online classes for the rest of the exchange program.
The whole time the brothers think MC is permanently dead but what if MC slips up and accidentally likes a selfie by Asmo on devilgram would that raise any suspicion? How would the brothers react to MC being alive the whole time?
Please, MC liking selfies while pretending to be dead is so fucking funny like: 'I need to keep a low profile...anyway let me appreciate one of Asmo's photos on devilgram, where all the demon bros could see'
Warning: mentions of death
Demon brothers x gn!MC headcanons
MC hides the fact that they are alive
They don't know exactly what happened after Belphegor got them. All they could remember was pain, a voice talking into their head and then complete darkness. When they woke up they were in the Purgatory Hall with Simeon, Solomon and Luke surrounding them.
While not being able to remember the last moments before blacking out, MC was smart enough to put two and two together and realize what happened. Belphegor killed them. After everything they have done for him, he took their life away without hesitating.
When Solomon and Simeon started to question them, MC decided to keep the truth away. They made up an excuse about needing to hide somewhere, and the two angels and the sorcerer were all to happy to let MC stay with them.
Their plan was to stay hidden until the exchange program would end, but of course old habits die hard, so without thinking too much they liked one of Asmo's posts. That's when all the demon brothers found out and all hell broke loose.
Lucifer
He would be furious at MC for hiding themself, tho he can't blame them, at the Purgatory trio, Diavolo and Barbatos for helping them keep the secret but most importantly, he would be upset with himself.
He would fly straight to the purgatory hall and demand some explanation. Why did they hide, why couldn't they talk with him. He keep thinking of the fact that if MC didn't slip and post that selfie, he would have never found out they were alive.
A part of himself greatly blames himself because if he would have put more effort in keeping them out of the attic, none of this would have happened, hell, if he was a good brother from the start everything would have been ok.
On the outside he seems angry but on the inside he is full of mixed emotions: happiness because they're alive, sadness because MC hid this from him, anger at the others for hiding this from him. He doesn't even want to think about the fact that if Asmo didn't see their like, that he would have never been reunited with them.
He will have a long talk with MC, whatever they want to or not.
Mammon
THIS MAN IS CRUSHED. He thought MC has died. He held their 'corpse' in his arms. He has been a shadow of who he was all of this time only to find out that MC has been chilling in the Purgatory Hall??
He might not visit them for a while. He is way too conflicted. He is in denial about the fact that they hid this secret away from him. He was their first man, you two weren't supposed to hold this kind of secrets from one another.
He would probably go on about: "I am not friends with any humans that would lie to me like that, I don't know anyone like that!" flashbacks to season 1 of the OG obey me
He has been blaming himself for not being able to protect them this whole time. He probably had nightmares about their death.
Once he sees them he will have to hold himself back from rushing to them and embracing them. He still wants to put up a front, but when the front finally cracks and hugs them, he will be all to relieved to feel them be alive once again in his arms.
Leviathan
His self hatred went through the roof. He would keep blaming himself for not doing anything. He didn't get to hold them in their dying moments, all he could do is watch. He felt like he truly lost the only person that could fully understand him.
When he found out they were alive he nearly rushed to the Purgatory Hall but stopped himself. If MC hid themself from him that means they don't want to see him right? They are disappointed in him for letting them die.
He spirals down so bad other brothers had to snap him out of it. He would probably send them messages or call them while crying. He didn't feel quite ready to face them yet.
He probably will watch anime/play games from a distance with them for a while. He wants to go see them so badly but fears they would be disappointed in him.
After a while he would probably hype himself with some 'The lord of shadows would never leave his Henry behind'.
Satan
He throws a little temper tantrum that destroys multiple rooms in the House of Lamentation. There are way too many emotions for him to deal with it at the same time to the point he feels like exploding.
He has felt useless ever since their 'death'. He could see the condition MC was in, he could see that they had no way to live, he could see all the injuries and knew how much they hurt but even with all of that, he could not think of a way to save them. All the learning and reading was for nothing in that moment.
He probably knew that MC had good reasons to remain 'dead' but it didn't mean he was not hurt. If it wasn't for them liking Asmo's post by accident they would have went back to the human world, never to be seen again.
Another one that waits a little bit, but that's because he wants to be as calm as possible, they had to deal with an angry demon, he is sure they don't want to deal with another.
Once he finally decides to see them, he takes them on a walk to talk things through. Only if they want to of course
During their walk he will insist of having a detailed talk about how both of them they were feeling, there was no more wrath he could feel at the moment
Asmodeus
The moment he saw MC liking his post he went wild. He probably started to text them like crazy. If they didn't respond he would call Solomon, Simeon, Barbatos, anyone he could think of.
He ran straight to his brothers to tell them about the fact that MC was alive and was probably one of the firsts that went to see them.
Once he found out they were alive it was like something awakened inside of him and he felt all the longing he held towards MC come back in full force.
After telling his brothers he is going to the Purgatory Hall to see MC and scream at Solomon for hiding something so big from him.
He 100% cries to MC about missing them and does not care his make up will be ruined.
Since his brothers need more time to calm down, he will take his sweet time catching up with MC and checking in on how they are doing if they will let him
Beelzebub
Another one with a lot of guilt. He couldn't protect Lilith from death, he couldn't protect Belphie from his hatred and he couldn't protect MC either.
He is hurt by the fact that they've decided to hide from everyone at the House of Lamentation but he can't hold it against them
One of the first to go see them. He wants to see with his own eyes that they are truly alive and well, or as well as they could be after dying
Would try to hug them but stops himself thinking it would be a bad idea. The last time a demon has offered MC a hug they got unalived. If MC does accept his hug, they will be carried around for a while since Beel would refuse to let them out of his grasp
He had been guilt-ridden since their 'death'. His eating habits have been all over the place. From not being able to eat to going on rampages due to painful emptiness in his stomach. Just seeing MC being alive made Beel's hunger go back to its normal self.
Belphegor
Because not only did the bros think MC was dead for good but because MC was not there to repair his relationship with his brothers, Belphegor is pretty much secluded from his brothers.
Barbatos probably still told him about the whole Lilith thing. He had to deal with the fact that not only was his hate misplaced for centuries but also with the fact that he killed someone he really got attached with, someone his brothers got attached with.
He had no one to blame but himself this time, had no one to help him manage all of these feelings, he pretty much is on his own. Sure, his brothers are still there but their relationship is strained as fuck.
When he finds out MC is actually alive he does see it as his chance to make it better but he doesn't go to see them. Not straight away at least. He is smart, he knows why they probably wanted to remain 'dead'. He is the reason for that.
He will give them time, he will let his brothers have their turn first, even if he doesn't like it, because he knows that's the least he could do for all of them. He only wishes he was not so blinded by anger and resentment, especially since it was so misplaced.
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rae-writes · 1 year
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student teachings
nsfw; showing Solomon how “adorable” his “precious” apprentice can really be
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“C’mon, Sol, I can’t hear you. You still think I’m adorable, don’t you?” With a mocking pout, you thrust sharply, not being able to hold back the wicked grin that forms at his yelp. 
Solomon was a fucking mess; flushed out down to his neck and up to his ears, sweating so much that a pretty shine reflected off his body at all times. It really was a mesmerizing thing- to hear him whine and cry. It made that delicious heat in your belly pool and your nerves light up, buuut you won’t tell him that. Not yet. Not until you’ve had your fill. 
With his prostate being rammed at every thrust, and your hand delicately holding the back of his neck, there’s really nowhere to go, especially since his limbs feel like jelly. All he can do is lay there- bent over his own desk - and hold on to the corners of the wood. 
You mimic his whines as you yank him up by his hair to hear those beautiful sounds better, “Solomon.” 
“M-M-Mc—!” The steel-blue of his irises is almost drowned out by the blackness of his pupils, eyes glassy and glistening with tears that glint in the light. With his mouth parted and tongue lolling out ever so slightly, you’d never guess he was the most power sorcerer in the world. 
No, right now, King Solomon the Wise was your toy— your plaything to tease and overstimulate until he was begging you to stop— 
“W-wait! S-s-slow d-down!” 
And such a cute little toy he was. 
“Aww, you’re adorable. Just take what I give you, precious teacher of mine, yeah?”
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misc-obeyme · 2 months
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If you're doing requests, can I get Solomon headcanons, theme "sightseeing in Devildom/Human World", genre is fluff or author's choice if easier.
Hello there, my friend!
Ahhh yes this is definitely fluff. And honestly I think that's the best genre for this prompt! Because imagine what a silly guy Solomon would be, taking you all over the place just to see you smile.
Thank you for participating!
COZY COMFORTS EVENT
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GN!MC x Solomon sightseeing in the Devildom/human world
Warnings: none
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When you tell Solomon that you want to do some sightseeing, you quickly find out that there are a lot of places an immortal sorcerer can take you. Across worlds, he knows all the best places to see and things to do. If you need him to tell you where he's taking you, he will. But left to his own devices, he'll keep every destination a secret. He loves to see the look of surprise on your face when he teleports you somewhere new.
In the human world, he takes you to famous places. He insists on selfies at the Eiffel Tower and the Great Wall of China. But he also takes you to quiet, out of the way places. He shows you a field where he found a rare flower needed for magical potions. He brings you to the hill with a view of what was once his hometown. Solomon shares these pieces of his long life with you, from a time before he knew who you were.
Solomon takes you to some of his favorite restaurants in the human world, too. You're blown away by the delicious food. You're also unsurprised when one spot kicks you both out the minute the chef catches sight of Solomon. Apparently, he once tried to show them how they could improve one of their dishes and ended up making the oven explode. You let out a long suffering sigh while Solomon just takes your hand and runs, laughing the whole time.
He shows you places in the bright sunlight, but he also takes you to locations better experienced at night. Have you ever seen the aurora, MC? He knows the perfect arctic spot to huddle together and watch the bright colors on display in the sky. You may be freezing, but he keeps you warm with his own body and a little bit of magic. He can't resist adding a little magical flare of his own to the aurora's display.
Although he's spent a lot of his life in the human world, Solomon has spent considerable time in the Devildom as well. He will tell you stories about his journey through the rings of the Underworld, though he will insist that you needn't walk through them yourself. He can teleport you to any place of interest. He's more likely to take you to hidden marketplaces and tiny magic shops. You find a plethora of cursed objects and spell books. You try to talk him out of buying you an item that makes your eyes sparkle when you look at it, but it's useless. Nothing you could say will dissuade him.
Solomon shows you places in the Devildom that you never knew existed, but he also takes you to places you may have heard about already. He sneaks you into the Demon Lord's Castle in an attempt to get past Barbatos long enough to show you the rumored torture dungeon. Once again you find yourself laughing as Solomon is promptly kicked out. You're pretty sure Barbatos pretended not to notice you for a short time because you got farther in that you expected.
Although he is no fan of the ocean, Solomon also takes you to a hidden beach within the Devildom. The water is black beneath the moon and starlight. Solomon holds your hand, keeping you close as you stand upon the shore, his eyes out far across the sea. And then, slowly, small lights appear. They begin to pop up more rapidly until the edge of the water is full of bright blue and purple lights. They glimmer gently as they ripple along the waves. Solomon tells you about a Devildom sea creature that only shows up at certain times. You're so entranced, you're barely listening. But Solomon turns you to look at him in the soft light. The way it plays in his silver hair makes your breath catch.
Solomon will take you anywhere you want to go. Just say the word and he'll make it happen, whether in the Devildom or the human world. He loves to see you full of awe and wonder, the way you look at him with delight brightening your features. As long as he can stay beside you, Solomon will go wherever you might lead him.
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anikasheep · 5 months
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Things turn different in Nightbringer.
Solomon heard MC's sobbing and moaning when he try to find the reasons why Nightbringer send MC back and stop by their room one night.
He was hesitant, but still opened the door quietly. Solomon walked in silence step and shuffled down the edge of the bed.
"MC."
The sobbing and sniffing stoped. MC shifted and looked at him with their puffy red eyes.
"Nightmare?" They shook their head.
"Miss home." They nodded.
Solomon stared down at their hands which under the cover.
"Can I touch you?" They nodded after several seconds.
Solomon palmed their right hand between his and kissed the back of their right hand.
"I am here with you, MC. You can still miss the brothers but I AM HERE AND YOU ARE NOT ALONE."
His eyelashes brushed thee right hand of MC, the moonlight sneaked into the room and shone on Solomon. His silver hair is glowing.
It's hard to describe the feeling swelling in MC's chest, it's warm and fragile, like a butterfly flops it's wings.
The first night, MC fall asleep while Solomon holding their hands.
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Living with Solomon is a new experience to MC.
Basically, the cooking duty is all on MC right now. Solomon tried to help but he got banned after the first time MC let him help in the kitchen.
The whole dishes were ruined and can't bearble, it's also the first time MC pushed Solomon out of the kitchen.
"I'll doing this, please helping me set the table and prepare some Demonus, Okay?"
"You sure you don't need my help?"
"I could handle it, and it's the first time I cook for us, right?"
Solomon's face turn to red and you could see Solomon.exe was shut down for 5 seconds.
"...Heheh, all right. Then I'll leave it to you, MC."
The sorcerer smiled fondly and smugly, you don't really know what makes him so happy suddenly.
But if he doesn't get in the kitchen and try to kil you with his cook, you are happy too.
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You can't sleep again.
Whenever you close your eyes, the brothers will pop out of your mind and take your sleepiness away.
Tossing and turning, you take out your DDD.
Are you still wake?
Good question, MC. If he answer you, then the answer is yes. And if not, it's obviously not.
You mocked yourself, but still waiting for the sorcerer's replying.
Just ready to sleep, what's wrong MC?
Hum...Solomon still wake until now?
I... can't sleep.
Can I drop by your room please? I don't want to stay in my room alone. :(
The typing bubble stay for a while, then Solomon replies.
Sure. The door is open.
And I am glad you ask me, MC.;)
You sigh in relief and beam without notice.
Knocking twice before you open Solomon's room door, you greet him when you somehow feel nervous.
It's strange, you've came to the brother's rooms so many times, but why feel shy right now? The only exception is when you enter Lucifer's bedroom or study. Hell you can't get rid of nervous when you try to enter the Avatar of Pride's territory. But it has a reason that your human instinct knows Lucifer has his boundary even around you and he's kind of different in his den or be outside.
Does that make sense if the nervous bubble up right now cause Solomon is also that kind?
"Don't need to be so tense up, MC. We're not in a spell lesson or an official meeting. Or you'll make me question myself that am I really that scary to you?" Solomon chuckles.
"No no, you're a great person and kind enough to let me disturb you in this late night. But...I guess my brain just can't go easy on me." You laugh bitterly.
Solomon wears a loose silk white long sleeve shirt, the top two buttons are opened, showing his delicate skin. The dark purple coat cover his shoulders, and that pair of black sleep pants fits his long legs.
Suddenly, this room is getting warmer.
"Well, since you can't sleep, and I do need some time to prepare for sleep. Why don't I read some books for you?" Solomon said while he gesters you to lay down beside him.
You moved slowly, and you can't think straight.
The feeling of Solomon's soft touch, the way he put the covers on you, make sure you won't get cold. The warm feeling spread through the covers, your clothes and to your skin.
The blushing heated your face and heart.
"All right, now let me read one of my lately collections for you."
Solomon's voice is soothing and gentle. You fell asleep when you drowned into his rich comfortable voice.
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Solomon closed the book.
The special fragrance candle with relax and help sleep easier worked.
The sorcerer grinned at himself.
He put the book on the table beside the bed, turned off the light and laid down.
A warm and soft body caught him.
His face turned to left slightly, your head rest against his arms, your hands around his waist and his left hand.
Your breathe even, like there's nothing could pull you out of your sweet dreams.
It's been a long time since someone sleep next to Solomon.
Solomon chuckles and try to control his shudder breath.
His lips brushed the little lamb's forehead, only a feather kiss lingered on MC's forehead for a while.
"Good Night, MC."
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another-lost-mc · 10 months
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I have an idea what about Raphael eats one of Solomons dishes but Solomon did something to the food causing Raphael acting very strange like he blurts out stuff he normally wouldn't say like
Mc: *does something stupid and ends up falling down*
Raphael: *chuckles* you're such a cute idiot *immediately slaps his hand over his mouth*
everyone else in the room (including mc): *stares at him with concerns*
BUT it gets better or worse if mc alone with him like gets all touchy even if it leads to sex he doesn't act like himself this happens multiple times over the course of weeks making everyone confused while Raphael tries to understand why he's acting like until once he ate solomom food again he goes back to normal but solomom now has bandages and black eye
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Oooh I like this! The implications this would have with Raphael already being in an established relationship are interesting to think about too. Going off in a slightly different direction with this one, but bear with me.
[RAPHAEL x gn!Reader, 1.5k words, nsfw. Content warnings: suggestive and sexual content.]
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I could see Solomon’s cooking having unintended consequences. He’s too amused to care about trying to pinpoint what went wrong or how to fix it (so long as the side effects aren’t too severe).
Raphael eats the stew that Solomon made, and it tastes like all the other things the sorcerer has fed him (delicious), but it isn’t until later at RAD that the others start to suspect something might be wrong.
“You’re all invited to have lunch with Lord Diavolo tomorrow,” Barbatos said in the cafeteria. You were eating lunch with the angels today since the others were busy with student council business.
Luke nearly bounced in his chair with excitement. “Can we try that new brownie recipe too?”
Barbatos smiled at the young angel. “I’ve already secured the ingredients, and Simeon has agreed to bring you ahead of the others so we have time to make them.” He turned to you and added, “Of course, I’ll also brew that special blend of tea you enjoy so much.”
You loved his tea, but you missed Raphael’s frown when you beamed happily at the butler. “I’m looking forward to it, thank you.”
Raphael stabbed at something on his plate with his fork. “I don’t understand why,” he said between bites of his lunch, “his tea’s not that good.”
Everyone turned to him, startled and confused by the unexpected comment. Even Barbatos looked stunned for a moment, and a flicker of anger passed over his expression before he offered Raphael a tight-lipped smile that looked completely fake. “I shall do my best to meet your exceptionally high standards,” he said with a stiff bow before he walked away.
“Raph? Are you okay?” You scrutinized his expression, but he looked confused by your concern.
“Of course I am,” he said, because why wouldn’t he be okay? He continued eating like nothing happened, but he shuffled his chair just a bit closer to yours so your thighs touched under the table.
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What everyone pieces together is that something is causing him to be a more honest, unfiltered version of himself. He’s more candid with his opinions and feelings and thoughts, especially when it comes to you.
Mammon plopped down into the seat next to yours, but you glanced at the doorway and back to him again. “Raphael should be here any moment,” you warned him, because the angel normally sat beside you at these group events and Mammon knew that.
But he scoffed and leaned back in the chair with a grin. “Yeah, well maybe he should’ve been here sooner then—“ Mammon started to say, but he yelped when his chair was suddenly pulled away from the table.
Raphael tipped the chair forward so Mammon slid off the seat onto the dining room floor with an oof. The angel tucked the chair next to yours and sat down himself, staring at the demon like he dared him to say about it.
You patted Raphael’s hand gently, and you weren’t sure whether to feel bad for Mammon or be shocked by Raphael’s behaviour. “Was that really necessary?” you asked him with an amused smile.
Raphael turned to you and the icy annoyance he showed Mammon moments ago thawed into warm affection. “He was in my seat,” he said as he took your hand in his and brought it to his mouth, tickling the backs of your fingers slightly when he hummed against your skin.
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Without the censor tempering his thoughts and softening his tongue, Raphael’s language is more abrasive—crude, even. It feels almost like dirty talk, the way he weaves curses into his speech so easily now. You know it’s not a ruse or exaggeration, but simply a side of himself he normally hides from the world. You can pretend it doesn’t turn you on, but it’s difficult to keep that up for long when it affects him just as much.
It was half-time during Beel's Fangol game, and most of your friends dispersed from the stands to get more drinks and snacks. You noticed Raphael was fidgeting a lot during the game, playing with his arm sleeves and grumbling under his breath. You were here to support Beel moreso than your personal enjoyment of the game, and you assumed it was the same for him too.
You figured some fresh air away from the crowd would help his spirits, so you didn't protest when he grabbed your hand and led you down the steps to ground level. Confusion set in when he kept walking past the concession stands towards RAD, which was deserted this time of night.
"What's wrong?" you asked when you tried to keep up with his long strides. "The game's not over yet."
He glanced at you over his shoulder. "I know," he said, gaze flicking down somewhere around your chest level before he looked ahead again. "But I don't think I can wait anymore."
He led you around the corner of the courtyard and you bumped into him when he stopped walking suddenly. "Can't wait for what?" you asked, but instead of answering, he backed you up against the stone building and slid his arms around your waist.
"You're so lovely in this shirt," he said thickly as his hands slid up under the shirt hem and tickled your sides. "And I don't want to wait until the after-party to fuck you in it." He leaned forward and his nose grazed your jaw, and he tilted your head back gently before he placed biting kisses up along the delicate column of your throat
You grasped his shirt and tried to to think through the heat shooting through your belly every time his lips sucked another little mark into your skin. What he said didn't make sense; how could a shirt have this effect on him?
But then you remembered an off-handed comment he made shortly after you bought it a few months ago. He stared at you for a moment before turning away, mumbling something about, "that's a good colour on you." Since his compliments were sometimes rare and subdued, it still made you feel giddy with praise. Was this what he really feels every time he sees you wearing something he likes?
One of his hands groped the curve of your ass as he arched your body against his, and the other slipped down the front of your pants. He quickly derailed your thoughts about why this was happening. Instead, you succumbed to his tantalizing kisses against your skin, the filthy promises he whispered in your ear, and his deft fingers stroking the arousal between your legs.
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Eventually the effects of Solomon's food fade away, and Raphael's temperament slowly returns to something like before, but not quite the same either. He's not as blunt with his criticisms and displeasure about things, and he's not as forthcoming in conversations he really wants no part of.
However, he's still more open than he used to be, more honest about things that matter to him. Mostly, he's more honest with you than anyone else, no matter the circumstances.
He braced himself on the carpet beside your head, and his other hand was curled around your hip. You rested your forehead on your arm to keep the carpet from rubbing unpleasantly against your skin every time a rough snap of his hips jerked you forward.
You're still not sure how you ended up on all fours on Raphael's bedroom floor, but it hardly mattered now. All you could think of was the coil deep inside that burned with need, the one that tightened with each greedy pump of his cock inside you, and the way he seemed to fill you so perfectly like no one else could.
Words escaped you as you moaned and whimpered and keened against your arm. You could hear his uttered curses behind you over the soft, wet sounds your bodies made.
"Fuck, you feel so good around my cock," he panted erratically, a sign he was close to coming undone.
The hand pulling your hip to meet his thrusts fell away. He fisted the hem of your shirt instead, and you felt his nails scratch lightly against your back. "You wore this shirt on purpose, didn't you?"
Your face burned at how easily he saw through your ploy. Perhaps you had new motivations to wear things in that particular colour he liked so much.
"M-maybe," you admitted breathlessly. You liked wearing clothes that reminded you of the evening he fucked you against the rough stone wall of RAD, while the cheers from the Fangol pitch drowned out the sinful noises you both made.
He smacked your ass—not hard, but enough to make you yelp in surprise. You moaned when he leaned forward and pressed against your back so he could reach your arousal between your legs, and he stroked you quickly in time with the sloppy rhythm of his hips.
The tingling sensation and his hand spreading your wetness to drive you over the edge was too much. You buried your cry in your arm, and he grew still behind you as hot warmth seeped inside you and trickled down your thighs.
He maneuvered you both onto the floor, his arm wrapped around you with his cock still buried deep inside. He panted against your temple and kissed you. "I love you," he murmured into your ear.
There were still things he didn't say often, feelings he had trouble expressing without some sorcerer's concoction loosening his tongue, but you basked in his quiet honesty and loving touches, because no matter what he did or didn't say, you still knew him better than anyone else.
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lucifersimp333 · 1 year
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The Lonely Sorcerer
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18+ READERS ONLY
NO MINORS
Scenario: You run in to Solomon at a human world bar. You feel bad for the lonely sorcerer and invite him to spend the night at your house.
(NOT MY PHOTO CREDIT TO THE ARTIST FOUND ON PINTEREST)
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You've been back in the human world for about 3 months now. You've been feeling a bit down as of recent and decide to have a few drinks at a local dive bar in hopes to make new friends to keep you company, counting down the days until you're able to go back to the HOL.
You take your seat at the bar and order one of your favorite drinks. With your drink in hand, you swivel around in the bar stool with your back resting against the bar and scan the room. Damn, there's a lot of people here, maybe you should have just stayed home. You pan your eyes to the back right corner of the bar, where you notice a familiar face. It's Solomon! You face lights up with joy as you scurry over, sliding through the crowd of people. You walk up to his table and notice a ton of empty beer mugs on his table, he's must have been where for a while. " Hey Solomon!" You say joyfully as you plop yourself down at the empty chair next across from him. He's in his long black sleeve with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing all his pact symbols (which look like tattoos in the human world).
You can tell he's been drinking, his eyes are glassy and he has a drunken smile on his face. "MC! I've missed you so much! How have you been? How are the spells going?" He rests his cheek on his fist, head tilted in curiosity, smiling gleefully. He quickly glances down at your lips, shooting them back up to your eyes. " Everything's going good, I'm just a bit down as of recent. I didn't realize how important everyone I met in Devildom was to me until I left. How are you? You here alone?" you ask, sipping your drink. " He nods his head, " Yeah I am." he looks down as his beer before taking a sip. You grow a slight frown. Wow, for someone as old as he is, you would think he would have some friends. And for someone as good looking as he is, you would think he would have women crawling all over him at a place like this. He explains to you how he's been extra lonely as of recent, so he decided to go to the bar to have a few drinks. Similar to you, he's been down in the dumps as well. He never was great at making friends.
You two spend the rest of your stay at the bar drinking and chitchatting. You invite him to stay at your place for the night to give him company, of course he says yes. You both drunkenly stumble in to your apartment, laughing from the conversation you two had outside. When the door closes he holds you in an embrace, pulling you close to his body. You're slightly taken aback from the suddenness, but you hug him back, smiling. "MC.." he whispers in you ear, "Touch me." he says as he begins to kiss your neck. He flutters kisses down your neck, giving little nibbles as he goes down to your collarbone. You let out a little gasp followed by a quiet moan. " Solomon, what are you doing?" you ask. "Please MC" he says as pulling his lips away from your neck. He brushes the back of his hands on your cheek and looks deeply into your eyes. He tilts his head to one side and without kissing you, presses his lips against you and speaks. " I'm so lonely." he whispers. This man is probably so touch deprived, there's a sorrowful plea behind his whispers. You've always been attracted to him, but he never really made a move on you until now. You grab his cheeks with your hands and begin to kiss him passionately, sliding your tongue into his mouth.
He moans in your mouth and grabs your ass with both of his hands. While kissing you, he makes you walk backwards until your butt presses up against the kitchen counter. He lifts you up and sets you on the counter, pressing his body between your legs. He slides his hands down your sides and pulls at the waistband of your pants, sliding them off. He takes his middle finger and begins to rub your clit through your underwear, making you moan against his tongue. You take off his shirt, exposes his toned muscles decorated with his tattoos. After he takes off your shirt, he gets on his knees and begins to kiss your clothed heat. He slides your panties off and wastes no time, he immediately begins french kissing your folds. You let out a seductive moan as you spread your legs wider, arching your back and gripping the edge of the countertop. He glides two fingers inside you and begins to finger you while sucking on your clit.
With your cream dripping down his chin, he stands and pulls you off the counter, turns you around and bends you over. With your chest on the counter, he slides his dick inside your heat, groaning in pleasure. He grabs your hip with one hand and pulls you closer with each thrust. He grabs your hair with his other, pulling your head back causing your back to arch more. Your mouth is hung wide open and you moan continuously, legs trembling from the pleasurable force. " Tell me how much you want me" He growls. " Tell me how long you've wanted this dick." he spits. " I- I want you so bad!" you scream following by more messy moans. He watches as your ass jiggles to his thrusts, having him grab your ass cheeks and squeezing them, making the veins on top of his hand bulge.
He moves you from the counter and on to the kitchen floor. With you laying on your back and him kneeling in between your legs, he holds your ankles and spreads your legs as far as they can go and begins fucking you on the floor. (Picture for reference).
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You throw your head back and scream in pleasure, taking every inch of his dick, cream dripping from your heat on to his thighs. You look down and see his abs glistening in his sweat, pacing forward and back slapping against your clit, turning you on even more. Solomon leans his head down while fucking you, looks sternly into your eyes. " This pussy is mine" he demands. " Tell me this pussy is mine". You look back in his eyes and moan "Th-this pus-". you try to say, but he interrupts. " Say my name" he growls, thrusting faster and harder than before, spreading your legs farther apart. You belt out another moan and yell, " Solomon this pussy is yours" you swoon. Your walls clench around his dick, creaming on his shaft as you reach your peak. By the sound of your wails, Solomon's cum fills you up as he continues to pump inside you.
The lonely sorcerer got his fill of touch, only to be craving it more from that night on. Touching and filling you up has made him feel more alive than he has ever felt in his long, lonely life.
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You scare me sometimes but I enjoy reading your stories, soooooo how about the Weird Wizard s3x, thanks luv! 😘💕
Unironically "You scare me sometimes but-" is a delightful compliment to me <3 I'm sorry my upsetting horny beel posting scared you bby <33 Have some tentacles to make up for it.
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This was the first idea that came to me for a series I lovingly call "Solomon Uses his Sorcery for Evil".
Also after a few months after I had the idea for this posting, I definitely saw someone else post a delicious smut about accidentally summoning something with tentacles. If I come across it I'll try to link it again...I just wanted to mention it so no one thinks I accidentally or intentionally copied their concept <3
AFAB reader in a skirt. Tentacles etc. A little dubcon? But they're into it.
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“Well, well, well. What have we here?”
You freeze, one hand fisted around a writhing black tentacle, the other reaching for the textbook that had skittered just out of reach. With a huff, you squirm to look over your shoulder, cursing when the gripped tentacle uses your distraction to flick free of your grip and smack you wetly in the face.
“Very funny, Solomon. Give me a hand here,” you whine to your sorcerer, but he only leans against the doorframe of his office and smiles.
“No, I don’t think I will,” he replies easily, laughing lightly as you narrow your eyes into a glare.
He has caught you in quite the compromised situation.
You hadn’t meant to be snooping. Not exactly anyway. You were working on an assignment and needed a reference book Solomon had shared with you many times before. It just happened to be laying underneath a thicker, more archaic looking tome. This book was covered in Solomon’s signature scribble, though in a language you weren’t familiar with, and on pages black as ink. It had also been oddly damp, like it had been fished out of the sea just hours before and had barely begun to dry out. You hadn’t even really dug into it, just lifted it off your textbook and given an idle ruffle of the pages.
Only to be sprayed in the face by a gush of seawater. While you were sputtering, the tome had fallen and something had burst out of the pages. Something with too many tentacles and a perverted streak…
“Solo-mONnn.” You try to hiss his name but it ends in a squeal as a thick tentacle latches to your thigh and begins to nurse the soft flesh with its wide suckers. One of your arms is pinned to your side now, the other back to wrestling with a cheeky limb that seemed to be trying to nuzzle against your cheek.
“Solomon what?” he coos back, fluttering his lashes at you smugly.
“…bastard.” He laughs and shoves off the door frame, but any hopes you had of him helping you free yourself are dashed as instead he moves to an armchair, settling into it with a content sigh.
“Forgive me, my darling apprentice. I think I’d like to see how this plays out,” he teases, you can’t help the excited flip in your stomach when you see he’s already hard. Dammit. He Pavlov dogged you there.
“You-“ Again, your frustrations are cut off, this time with a gasp when you feel a push between your legs, an oddly giving press against your clit through your underwear. It makes you realize you’re already slick, something in the way Solomon’s eyes rake over you and the hungry squirm of the tentacles warming your core in eager preparation.
“I hate you,” you pout.
“Mmm,” Solomon replies with a sympathetic hum as he palms his cock lazily through his slacks, “Tell me how much, my love.”  
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xatsperesso · 1 year
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What if the boys know mc before going to rad?
It was 3 AM
Of course it was 3 am
I was just in the kitchen making myself a sandwich to avoid the existential crisis that's waiting to happen
And i do my lil-not-safe-around-knives-habit of closing my eyes and kinda doing things blindly when im tired. Then i saw a flash of light through my closed eyelids
That was the first time.
I open my eyes quickly and immediately see a chest
That is not my fluffy white cat's chest. That's a man
My eyes squint at the chest in front of me before looking for the head. It was fluffy orange head staring at my plate. The sandwich i blindly made using way too much cheese, pickles and tomatoes even though i dont like tomatoes.
I give the guy my sandwich
He smiles at me, gulps it then disappears
I really need to sleep. It's not funny anymore
--
The second time it's happened I was lounging in my living room enjoying a lazy day with my cat. Just scrolling through the tv, trying to find anything-
Ahem
I whip my head around and see green impatient eyes looking down at me.
"Did you summon me here to just stare or do you have a reason?" He glares at me
I stare back
He starts getting angry
I raise my cat's head as a peace offering
He looks at the cat, no anger could be seen and starts to pet it. I imagined the corner of his mouth twitching.
"Is that all?" I nod
"You're sacrificing this cat to me?" I pull my cat closer, profusely shaking my head.
He looks annoyed but he disappears like the first one
This isn't a one time thing
Dammit, i need to deal with this
--
It's taken me a couple of sleepless nights and endless research, but that's probably what i need to do.
I light the candles around the scripts, try my best to pronounce the words correctly, and wait as smoke encases the room.
"You are in the presence of The Great Solomon. Tell me, young sorcerer, why-" i grab his black robe and stare dead in his eyes
"Is talking to demons dangerous?? Will they steal my voice???" I ask as my voice wobbles, tears threatening to fall
"It's just that last time he was talking to me and i was afraid cause this has never happened to me before but it felt so rude not to answer when he started asking me and it was like he was judging me and-"
"Woah woah, calm down! Demons cant steal voices unless it's in the contract" I stare at his awkward, uncomfortable smile trying to find any signs of lies
"Thank fuck" I let out the hugest sigh of relief, and let go of the sorcerer "I sorry, this has been stressing me out but i shouldn't have grabbed you like that. Tea?"
"Yes, thank you, and it’s alright. This is why i made it possible for magicians to summon me. I take it that you've been summoning demons lately?"
"Nah, they just sorta appear out of nowhere"
He blinks at me
I blink at him
"What-"
--
I was engrossed in the horror movie. The music was getting louder. They were hiding from the it. they were running. One of them tripped cause of course they have to trip. The music is so loud now. They barely manage to hide-
"I, THE GREAT MAM-" I scream so loud the white haired demon gets startled.
"O-OI! What’s yo de-" screams from the tv interrupts him as the character got dragged by that-that thing and it started torturing them for fun-
Lots of screams, huddles, and complaints were heard that day
--
"Gosh, i wish they weren't so busy today" I sighed as i continued playing mario carts alone "i really wanna kick someone's ass"
Just say the word and god will deliver
The light appeared once again, and out came a blue haired demon and-ohmylord is that a tail!
Thank whoever keeps summoning them, now my boredom will cease to exist
"Ugh, why did you have to summon me now, normie"
...Ya know, maybe im not that bored
Still, i pick the extra controller and toss it at him. He caught it with his tail (damn i want a tail)
"Wha-! Don't just throw controllers-"
"Wanna play? I bet I'm gonna win"
The demon stared at me for a second, looked at the tv to see the mario cart game. He seemed tempted
"Tch, I'm not gonna lose to some normie" he plopped down besides me and chose a character
...I'm gonna decimate him
--
"Hah! Noob"
"Shut up! You must be cheating!"
--
My cat gave me something
This was the first time
I was not ready
A red-head suddenly appeared in the living room
He looked mildly confused, but was smiling nonetheless. He looked ready to say something, probably cheerful.
I burst out crying
That made him panic, and that's probably when he noticed the blood in my hands
My cat gave me a headless bird, and that left me shaken
Somehow, he ended up cradling my hysteric form as i cried
After i calmed down and thanked him for trying to comfort me, he said it was nothing and left
He looked very confused the whole time
--
Halloween was around the corner, and i decided I'm aiming for traumatizing people.
i took out my make-up, pulled up a 5 minutes craft video, and tried my best to imitate.
turns out im very good at make-up. it looked like someone cut up my face and blood was oozing out!
of course, a demon had to show up now of all times
i look at the light, and the demon comes out of it twirling like a ballerina.
he seems like a weird guy
"You've summoned me, Asmo-oh my! you're hurt. sorry, but I'm not really fit for this kind of things" he said, eyeing me up and down "unless you have a good payment for it~"
"...ignoring that, I'm not actually hurt. This is just make-up!"
"Oooh! That is pretty good, would fooled anyone! but it's not cute at all. let me show you how to look hella cute" he comes close, nabbing a make-up sponge out of nowhere
"W-wait! I'm doing this for halloween!! I want to look scary!" He grabs the makeup remover and grabs my face
"C'mon, sweetheart, scary is overrated! Just let Asmodeus take care of it~"
--
Once again, it is 3 am. I need a better sleeping schedule.
I'm in the kitchen making some hot chocolate, when he came. In all his grumpy glory holding a pillow.
"Dammit, what the fuck do you want, human"
Oh
His voice was laced with malice
His eyes stared me down with hatred
He was murderous
I need to be careful around this one
...but
It's 3 am. I'm tired. Too tired to deal with this shit.
I return to my hot chocolate on the stove "want some hot coaco?" He squinted at me, warily
Fair. I'm a stranger after all
"What kind of ploy-"
"Just hot chocolate" i grab more milk, more choco. Maybe I'll add more marshmallows too "I'm planning to drink some at the roof. The stars look bright tonight. Wanna join?"
He was still untrutsful, he was still wary, but when i put a cup im front of him and headed upstairs, he followed.
He just sat quietly, i tried my best to not look at him a lot, try making him feel safe.
It was nice. We didn't talk, we stayed far away from each other. He left his cup for me to clean.
But it was nice
--
Shit shit shitshitshitshi-
That's all i can think of as i scramble to get on top of the table. Im so not fit for this
A light, my savior, appeared leaving behind green haired demon
Yes, he's gonna-and he's already on top of the fridge, staring in fear
"WHAT Are you doing?!" I screamed cause what the fuck??
"You must have Misunderstood something. I am not to be summoned for such things"
"... WHAT THE FUCK IS THE POINT OF YOU HAVING ALL THIS DEMONIC POWERS IF YOU'RE SCARED OF A FUCKING RAT"
"May I remind you that you too-"
Meow
"*Gasp*, Satan!" I yelled in relief as my fluffy hero came and chased the mouse out of the room
"Pfft"
"You got a problem with my kitty?" I grumbled, getting off the table on shaky legs to get tan-tan, my hero, some treats and cuddles
Unlike a certain someone who's still on top of the fridge
"Not at all, it just reminds me of someone" he hopped off the fridge and came to give my kitty a few pet
I smiled. Seems like demons like cats.
Or maybe satan is a demon cat
"if that's all, i will be going then. I still have duties to finish"
And just like that, he vanished.
Squeak
Oh. Right.
The mouse is still in the house somewhere
--
Alright, time to work
I'm sitting cross-legged, tablet on my thighs, stylus in my hand and trying figure out how hair works
"Ah. Where...am i?" He asks, looking very confused
A bright light, much brighter than any other appeared, and the person who came out of it seemed to glow
That's a first
"You're in my house. You don’t..look like a demon?? Sorry if that..offends you?"
"Don't worry, I'm not offended at all" he waved his hand dismissively "I'm not a demon, though. I'm an angel. Were you trying to summon a demon?"
"No, they actually just suddenly appear around me. I didn't know this could happen to an angel"
"Well, i didn't know an angel could be summoned" he looked kinda dazed
Im not sure what to do
"Are you..okay?" He looked at me for a moment, a soft smile plastered on his face
"No"
"...do you, want to drink something? I could fix you some coffee"
"Yes, that would be delightful. Thank you" he slowly dropped to the ground, staring at a spot on the wall
It was very awkward until he realised he could just leave
I think he's got an existential crisis to deal with
--
This time I didn’t see a bright light, i heard a 10 year-old scream
I ran out of the kitchen, an egg still in my hand to see who the fuck is screaming in my living room
Lo and behold, it was a 10 year old
"Wh-where am i?! Why am i here?! Did-did you do this??!" The kid was near tears at that point
"Hey, hey hey, calm down" i slowly drop to my knees "it's alright, buddy. i know suddenly being transported here is very scary. Is this your first time?"
"Alright, thank you for telling me," he's glowing like the other angel. An angel too? "You're in my house right now. Do you know how to do magic? Like teleports and stuff? So you can get back home?"
"Y-yes" he's still near tears. He’s also far away from me, untrusting, but he's not screaming. I call that a success
He sniffs, then lowers the arms that were shielding him
"No, b-but I'm sure simeon will know that I'm here and will come get me!"
"That's great! But it might take him a while to figure out where you are. Do you wanna help me make some cupcakes until then? You'll of course take some home with you" he brightened up at that. So cute
"Y-yes! What kind of cupcakes are we making? Is that the kitchen? I happen to have these ingredients that are from the celestial realm and will make the cupcakes taste better!"
I smiled as i entered the kitchen behind him. He's so cute
"Seems like you know how to bake"
"Of course! I love baking things, and all the angels say that my baking is good! Don't worry, with me here your cupcakes will be the best cupcakes you've ever tasted! Simeon says that-" and like that he's taken over my batter and started adding stuff to it, only needing my assistance when something is on a higher shelf
An hour later, the same angel from before ("Simeon, look! We made cupcakes! Want one?) Came and took the lil' guy ("what's your name? I'm luke!") Away, promising him that he can have more play dates with me when I'm free
The guy, Simeon, looked like ge has yet to recover from his existential crisis
--
And just like that, the demons and angels kept being coming
"Oi, you will not believe how much money this scheme got me-"
And going
"Sorryy, but i gotta go now. How about we go to that centre next time?"
They kept coming with their antics
"Hah! Noob"
"At least not a normie anymore"
With their surprises
"What do you mean you're the prince of devildom? How the fuck do you keep ending up here?? Aren't you supposed to be the hardest to summon???"
With their favors
"MC! I am so happy i got here I've just found a new recipe in this book can we try it??"
With their worries
"My twin has been acting weird. He’s less objecting of lucifers plans, but its..very strange? and of coming out of nowhere"
Some still get shaken whenever they come
"Oh. I'm here again. I, thought it was gonna be that one time. Ha ha."
"...how about you sit down. On the couch this time"
And some decide to leave the second they see my face
"Oh, my apologies, but i must-"
"You will sit your ass down and you will drink the tea i make you or i swear i will-"
...Some have found out my address and just decided to make my house theirs
"Hey, apprentice! How about we learn how to-"
"Solomon, we've trained for 5 damn hours yesterday. I'm not uttering a single spell until I, at the very least, eat some damned breakfast"
I started learning more about them
"You named your cat after me?!"
"Your name is satan?!"
I started seeing them grow more comfortable around me
"I don't like humans, but, maybe not all humans are bad"
"...that sound kinda racist-"
"You know what I mean"
Months passed by, and I'm pretty sure i became close with all of them
Until the unimaginable happened
I got summoned
In a flash of light, i was somewhere else wearing different clothes(do their clothes also change?) I looked around to see-
"Guys!!" I screamed happily, it's always fun being around them
"MC!!" They screamed, their enthusiasm matching mine, but they all suddenly froze
"Wait, you know mc??" They turned to each other very confused, and suddenly questions were thrown, their voices growing louder and louder, and im just looking at them contemplating whether to break up the fight that will inevitably star-
"Silence!" A black haired demon suddenly yelled, and everyone stopped yelling "how do you all know of this human?"
Everyone stared at him, gears turning in their minds.
"LoL, Lucifer's the only one who doesn't MC"
They all joined forces (except for beel, the sweetheart) to tease black hair( Lucifer?) Over not being summoned before
"...are they always this loud?" I turn to Barbatos, who's looking very amused
"Yes, they've always been like this"
"Did you really never meet Lucifer, mc?"
"Ive heard of him. They always complain about him, especially satan and belphie"
"Well, worry not! I'd be more than glad to tell you all about Lucifer! I know the most about him, as he's my right hand man after all"
"...I thought you were talking about Barbs, your literal butler. The same guy who's taken care of since you were a baby" i heard a sigh from the greenette beside me
"One can only dream"
-- *bonus*
Knock knock
I looked at the door tiredly. Why would they willingly come to me at 1 am
still, I get up to open the door, and behind it was no other than Lucifer.
Weird, i could've sworn he was trying to avoid me all day
"Ahem, i apologise for disturbing you at this late hour. May i talk to you for a moment?" I let him into my room, then plop myself on one of the cushions on the floor.
He looked at me hesitantly
"You dont have to sit on the floor. There are chairs over there if you want" i say, but he shakes his head. He then attempts to, very awkwardly, sit on a cushion on the floor
Alright then
"So, what do you want to talk about" he looks out of his depth. Like he doesn't know what to say
Fair. No one knows how to talk properly at 1 am, and he looks like he'd rather get a seizure than talk in anything less than formal.
So I just accepted that this might take a while, and started playing with a rubiks cube satan gave me
I hate this cube
After a long moment of lucifer staring at me, he sighed
"I heard that you're the reason belphegor's..views on humans have changed"
"I guess that's what happened? I'm not really sure I'm the reason though. All I've done is give him some drinks or food, lend him my bed and occasionally talk to him. I didn't even try to change anything" i scratched my neck. This is somehow more awkward than Simeon's first visit
"Nonetheless, you were a big reason for what my brother's change, and I've noticed some changes in my other siblings. Positive changes."
"Well, it's nice knowing that I'm a good influence?" I really want him to just get over it. It's late and he's in my room and it's just very awkward
He looks at me for a moment, open his mouth to say-
"For fuck’s sake, Lucifer, just thank them already"
"Belphie! What are you doing in the exchange student's bed?" He asks very accusatory, as if he's not in the 'exchange student's' room so late into the night
"He’s been passed out there since dinner"
"And where were you planning on sleeping tonight" that's a trick question that i know the answer to
"LoL what's sleep" and i instantly regret saying that. That was not the right answer. His face is screaming it
"Just stay out of trouble, human" he gets up and goes to leave the room
He stops at the door way, and looks me in the eye
"Continue being a good influence on my brothers" then he closed the door behind him
"Don't worry," belphie yawns in his pillow " he's just like that. I'm sure you're be able to turn him around"
"Just make sure not to capture his heart too" he mumbled as he went back into deep slumber
Hah. Don't worry belphie
There's no way someone could like me in that way
I continue tinkering with the cube, solving it a couple of time, forget how to solve the xube and get frustrated, and before I knew it the sun was up again
Another day of trying to survive the boys' shenanigans
And I cant help but smile at that
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