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leviathanswingman · 3 years

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a life in your shape - chapter 1

ship: SoloDeus

word count: 4053

warnings: none

summary:

Surprisingly enough, everything was quiet. Almost suspiciously quiet. Still, they had brushed it off as wicked luck on their part. However, they were proven wrong the moment they noticed an intricate sigil hovering menacingly above the door. „Is that a-“ Asmodeus started. „A containment spell, yes,” Solomon interrupted. “I have seen it many times before. Looks like for the time being, we're locked in.“ He tried the doorknob once more. In spite of all his efforts, it wouldn't budge. He let out a sigh. „There's no doubt,“ he finally said.

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It was a mission like any other. Solomon and Asmodeus had been travelling together, Solomon's reason for doing so being him searching for a rare item which could be useful to his studies, Asmodeus's to be good company, look gorgeous per usual and also help out in case anything went wrong.

Everything had started off alright and without much interference. They had managed to gain access to the underground palace where the item was rumoured to be hidden. In fact, after half an hour of searching, or more accurately, after half an hour of Solomon searching and Asmo offering easy chit-chat while looking out for possible attackers, there were no disturbances whatsoever. Surprisingly enough, everything was quiet. Almost suspiciously quiet. Still, they had brushed it off as wicked luck on their part.

However, they were proven wrong the moment they noticed an intricate sigil hovering menacingly above the door.

„Is that a-“ Asmodeus started.

„A containment spell, yes,” Solomon interrupted. “I have seen it many times before. Looks like for the time being, we're locked in.“

He tried the doorknob once more. In spite of all his efforts, it wouldn't budge. He let out a sigh. „There's no doubt,“ he finally said.

Asmodeus shook his head in disbelief. „Really?! How annoying! I was supposed to be on a date tonight, can't you do anything about it, Solomon? There must be something, right? Can't you just, i don't know, snap your fingers and the door opens like that?“

Solomon stretched out his hand and mumbled an incantation. Seconds passed, but still, nothing happened. The door remained stubbornly shut. He tried out another incantation. Still, the result remained the same.

„Apparently not. We're stuck.” For a moment, he studied the sigil with knowing eyes and then tutted his tongue. “The spell should wear off in less than 24 hours though. I've come across spells like this plenty of times before. They are rarely dangerous. “

Asmodeus spun around to face Solomon. „Please tell me you're joking!“

Solomon shook his head and simply turned around. „I wouldn't be joking about this,“ he stated again. He observed the glowing sigil that was still hovering above the door, tracing the lines with delicate fingers.

Asmodeus sighed loudly and, putting his hands to his hips, turned around with a huff, trying to get a better glimpse of his surroundings.

The palace was neat and tidy and filled with a cornucopia of golden trinkets and magical items. Although it was clearly abandoned, the place seemed to be suspiciously clean- most likely thanks to some long dead sorcerer's spell.

Not that he particularly cared. After all, he was only here because Solomon asked him to. And as long as Solomon's fingers remained calm and didn't start fidgeting, Asmodeus knew everything was alright. Sure, it was an inconvenience, but truthfully, Asmodeus didn't feel as bad about missing out on his date as he pretended to.

He stepped into the room and made his rounds with bouncing steps, stopping in front of an overflowing bookshelf. Solomon followed him, coming to a halt right next to his pact partner. With curious eyes, he studied several of the spines and Asmodeus took note of the way Solomon's eyebrows scrunched up more and more with every new title he took in.

„Not to your liking, Solomon dearest?“ he threw out teasingly as Solomon tutted his tongue.

„I thought I could spend the time catching up on my studies. Turns out I was wrong.“ He threw the shelf an almost disgusted look. „Garbage, every single one of them. Whoever used to reside here must've been one pretentious prick,“ Solomon grumbled. Then, he looked at Asmo and his expression changed quickly. A sly grin spread across his face. „I guess we'll have to find something better to do to pass the time.“

There was that little mischievous glint to his eyes that Asmodeus adored in particular, and even though he knew damn well Solomon was acting like this on purpose just to coax a reaction out of him, he chose to indulge Solomon in his shenanigans. This was one of the reasons why he found Solomon so intriguing, still so irresistible after all those years spent side by side, both in battles and friendship.

And just like when they first met, the way the sorcerer could go from being serious and stupidly reckless in pursuit of his studies to being all teasing and borderline smug in his banter still had the same effect on Asmodeus. After all, Solomon was Solomon. He wasn't just another fling or crush or hope-to-be. Solomon was different. He had always been and would never fail to be.

Out of all of his pact partners, he was the one Asmodeus could rely on, no matter. Because that's just how they worked as a team, with unwavering mutual trust.

So Asmodeus puffed his chest, feigning outrage. „You're in company of none other than the avatar of lust! You certainly won't find anything or anyone more interesting and ravishing than me in this musty old hut!“ he exclaimed, playfully digging his pointer into Solomon's chest. „You're surely getting cocky with me, you naughty, naughty man.“

Solomon covered his mouth with one hand and simply chuckled. Asmodeus took in the sight of his face, noticed the way his eyes crinkled a little at the edges as he smiled and couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat.

Of course, this sensation wasn't foreign to him, after all, he was akin to lust itself, and things such as hunger and passion were his bread and butter. With Solomon however, things were more complicated.

They had known each other for so long and throughout the years, Solomon had become a staple in Asmodeus's life. He had become a partner, companion, perhaps even his best friend. Which was exactly why he shouldn't allow himself to feel anything more than platonic admiration for the sorcerer.

However, Asmodeus had always been a tad bit too in touch with his feelings.

He could still remember the moment he realized that his feelings of admiration had crossed all boundaries and had moved on to dangerous territories.

Back then, one particularly exhilarating battle was all it took. Asmodeus had caught sight of Solomon, standing tall as the victor of a bloody battle, one heavy booted foot on top of their enemy's chest, beat up and tired, but with a wicked smile, perhaps almost a grin, painted across his pretty lips.

And just like that, as simple and brutish as it was, Asmodeus had felt his heart flutter with the intensity of countless butterflies flapping their delicate wings. Right away he had known; this couldn't mean anything but trouble. He rarely ever fell for people, but when he did, it felt closer to a tumble down a steep hill than a graceful fall.

For once, he cursed being so in touch with his emotions.

Of course, he had to go and fall for the one man who actually cared about him. Leave it to Asmodeus to fall for the one single man he could not allow himself to have.

No long lasting sexual or romantic relations with your pact partners.

Asmodeus had made it one of his core rules centuries ago. Right from the beginning he had been aware, stuff like that was bound to come back to bite you in the ass. People were bound to get hurt. And not in pleasurable ways.

And upon that exact realization, Asmodeus had tried to put a bit more space between the two of them. He had found every excuse in the books to avoid spending too much time with Solomon, no matter how much it tugged at his heart strings, no matter how his skin itched with the irrecusable need to be close to the sorcerer. And still, it hadn't worked. There was no way for him to just tone his affections down. Not when it was about Solomon. Not when it was Asmodeus's faintly fluttering heart.

Although he found himself confused by all of it, he knew one thing: Solomon was so much more. Solomon meant an abundance of things to him, some of which were so difficult worlds would never suffice. And that fact scared him immensely.

Almost seamlessly, he snapped out of it. He felt like he was watching himself, standing in front of that boring bookshelf, eyes glued to Solomon's picture perfect side profile, admiring his slightly crooked nose, heart-eyed, gooey-hearted and soft.

And it made him ever so aware of the fact that people did not like to see him distracted like that.

It wasn't a pretty sight.

People wanted him to be there, wanted him to be the centre of attention, aware of every little thing that was happening around him, expecting him to respond accordingly. They loved to see his little ooh's and aah's, loved to hear the way his voice rumbled with lust and need. Even more so however they loved to interpret seduction and finesse into every single word that left his luscious lips when neither were necessarily present.

In the end, they longed for the avatar of lust, so who was Asmo to deny them that experience, even if he wasn't always feeling up to it?

Unexpectedly, Solomon tapped the tip of Asmo's nose with his pointer. „Curious to see what else we can find here?“ he asked. „It's an abandoned palace after all. Who knows what sort of things we could find.“

Asmo crossed his arms, pushed down his overbearing thoughts and let out a single huff. „Mostly mold and old scrolls. Come on, Solomon! Don't be such a bore. You said yourself that we're stuck in here! So why waste your time digging through old trash when you could take the chance and pay more attention to little old me?“ he said, sure that he could get away with it without any repercussions. Solomon was used to his overdramatic acts of narcissism, and if that was what he needed to display to overplay his mind's tousled state, he'd take it and play it up for good measure.

Asmodeus took another look at Solomon and couldn't help but feel both utterly lost and incredibly safe at once. “I hate wasting time, let's do something!”

For a short moment Solomon brought his pointer to his own bottom lip as he thought of possible ways to spend their unexpected free time. Then, he dug through his bag and pulled out a fancy looking deck of cards. “Care for a round then?”

“Nuh uh, no way! We both know you'd completely annihilate me. That's no fun!”

Solomon waved the deck of cards in front of Asmo's face. “Not even one round? Suit yourself then,” he said before letting the deck slide back into his bag.

Asmodeus let out a big sigh, brushed a few stray strands back in place and set off to discover the rest of the place by himself, leaving Solomon behind.

Dusty furniture, old books, dust bunnies. Honestly, there wasn't much to see.

He rounded a corner and was faced with an old, addled door. Curiously, he pushed it open an inch and peered inside, just to let out a delighted squeal. “Solomon, come look!”

Quickly, Solomon poked his head around the corner. “Hm? What did you find?”

“Look, a bath! We're saved! And here I was fearing we'd have to spend the night wallowing in our own dirt like cavemen. What a life saver!”

Solomon followed Asmodeus into the dark room, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. Moments like these often reminded him of the fact that he was still, to some degree, very much human. “A usual, I see you've got your priorities straight,” he chuckled.

“Of course I do. You do remember who you're talking to here, right?”

Solomon shook his head with a slight smile on his lips as he mumbled a quick incantation and the torches on the walls lit up in the span of mere seconds. “How could I forget. You'd never let me.”

The room looked surprisingly spacious. Admittedly, the tiles were a bit cracked and there was a damp smell lingering in the air, but aside from that, there really wasn't too much to complain about. Ironically enough, the place they were currently locked in still ranked rather high on Solomon and Asmo's tier list of places they'd had to squat at for the sake of one of Solomon's missions.

“Hearing you talk like that, one would assume you didn't appreciate last mission's natural vibe all that much,” Solomon threw in as he crossed the room, looking for anything of possible interest to him.

“There were bugs everywhere. It was disgusting and yucky and dirty.”

“Your point is?”

“My point is?!” An involuntary shiver ran down Asmo's spine, making him smooth over the goosebumps rising on his slender arms. “Ugh! Now you've made me think of it again!”

His eyes darted over to the empty bathtub, and the idea of washing off all of those unwarranted images plaguing his mind suddenly sounded almost divine.

Without much of a second thought, Asmodeus walked over to Solomon, grabbed him by the shoulders and guided him towards the door he had crossed mere moments ago. “This is entirely your fault for making me think of those gross critters again. So be a darling and,” he gave Solomon a gentle push, “go explore somewhere else.”

His hand lingered on Solomon's shoulder a moment too long before he let go again. Asmodeus made his way back to the bathtub and leant down to open the tap, but before he could reach it, Solomon snapped his fingers once, and with a tiny spark and crackle, the tub filled with hot water in all its steamy goodness.

“No need to thank,” Solomon threw out, already halfway through the doorway.

“Wasn't planning to!”

Asmodeus crossed his arms and watched Solomon leave the room, a soft smile painted on his lips. Might as well enjoy this piping hot bath.

And if he watched the way Solomon rubbed his neck as he walked away for a moment too long, taking note of the way the tiniest bit of milky skin got exposed as the side of Solomon's hand accidentally pulled down the rim of his turtle neck, then there was at least no one around to put too much thought into his lingering gaze.

As soon as he was by himself, Asmodeus stripped off his clothes, dipped his big toe in the water to check the temperature first and made the conscious decision to leave any Solomon related thoughts out of the bathroom as he submerged himself in steamy waters.

Half an hour later, he exited the room with nothing but a damp towel wrapped around his waist, feeling refreshed and warm, his muscles relaxed and his mind mushy after a long, taxing day. On his way through the tomb, on the lookout for anything resembling a bedroom, he passed Solomon, who had apparently found a book at least somewhat redeemable, and was thumbing through it at a remarkable pace, his thumb slightly pulling down his lower lip as he muttered out little trains of thought.

He hadn't even noticed Asmodeus enter the room, which was -indubitably- criminal. Asmodeus cleared his throat, his lower lip jutting out ever so slightly, forming a perfectly adorable pout. Sure, Solomon and him had been acquainted with each other for decades upon decades now, but that didn't excuse the lack of attention. So Asmodeus knelt down in front of Solomon, holding his towel with one hand while he used the other to pull the book from Solomon's rather relaxed grip.

“Devildom to Solomon! There's a perfectly flawless demon right in front of you, yet all you pay attention to is this dusty old thing! It's so unfair! Being in a pact with you, one would think you would at least spare a sliver of your time.” Of course, Asmo wasn't being completely serious about the whole issue, and Solomon knew that.

He waved the book in front of Solomon's nose for good measure before booping his nose gently with the edge of it.

“ Bathroom's free, I graciously left you some shampoo, conditioner and body wash. Now go and don't you even dare say you don't need it. We both know you do and I certainly won't spend a night next to a smelly man.”

He was well are of the duality of his words, of the implications that could come with them. But this was Solomon he was talking about. The man had -mostly indirectly- rejected his advances year after year, so Asmodeus didn't find much wrong in being a little cheeky from time to time. He had never been one to shy away from flirting with his friends anyways.

Usually, there was no harm in it.

“Hey!” Solomon started, his reaction still a little delayed as his gaze strayed from Asmodeus' face down to his exposed shoulders, drifting across shiny-soft arms down to the towel loosely wrapped around his waist. He only stalled for the shortest of moments before reaching out towards the book, but, sensing his intentions, Asmodeus simply held it further from Solomon's reach.

“Don't you think that's a little childish?” the sorcerer let out, the slightest hint of displeasure pulling his eyebrows together as he reached for the book once more.

“If it gets you in the tub, then no, not at all,” Asmo breathed out, mostly inconvenienced for show. He shook the book as if it were bait and raised an eyebrow at Solomon. “So? We can either keep arguing, which is exiting, don't get me wrong, or you move those long long legs of yours and get it over with,” he said, a playful tone to his voice.

“Well, I was just about to finish this chapter before you interrupted me, so I'd highly appreciate it if you-” he quickly leapt forward, trying to snatch the book from Asmo's hands. “Would unhand it,” he finished, however Asmodeus had predicted Solomon's movements, jumped backwards and tucked the book neatly in-between his hip and his towel.

“You were saying?” he placed one hand on his hip and tilted his head for effect, a sly grin painted across his rosy lips. “Unless you want to-”

“Alright, I admit defeat.” Solomon threw Asmo one of his indecipherable gazes before pointing at his partner once, sharply. “But I'm getting that back as soon as I'm done.”

Asmodeus dropped down on the seat that had formerly been occupied by Solomon, crossed his legs, opened the book and threw him one last look from under his lashes before sticking out his tongue with a little giggle. Solomon side-eyed him and shook his head. And then, without any warning, he reached out his hand, planted it on top of Asmo's head of freshly dried curls and ruffled through it with a big smile painted on his lips.

“Hey, you-!”

“This is payback, Asmodeus.”

Before Asmo even had the chance to swat at his hands, Solomon had already dodged and made a semi-run for the bathroom.

Asmodeus watched him go until he rounded a corner and his form disappeared completely.

In spite of the undeniable heat in cheeks he simply fixed his hair and chose to ignore every single thought raging through his mind that could possibly put a dent in his and Solomon's relationship. He stood up from his seat, put down the book and continued his previous search, roaming through the tomb to find one, hopefully even two bedrooms.

In hindsight, he should've been aware of the fact that the universe liked him a smithereen too much. And how could he blame it for that?

Asmodeus was hardly one to complain, after all he was gorgeous and perfect and deserved every single bit of praise directed towards him.

This, however, was something else entirely.

In his search for two separate bedrooms, he had come up rather empty. Sure, he had found a room that -under certain circumstances- could be interpreted as a bedroom and luckily, there was a perfectly unremarkable looking bed in it.

However, it was the only sleeping chamber he had found and the bed in it was certainly not made for more than one person.

After another round of unsuccessfully combing through the palace in search for another bed, a canapé, hell, even multiple chairs to push together for Solomon to sleep on, Asmodeus finally gave up and plopped down on the less than sufficient bed, starting to scroll through his devilgram feed. There was quite literally nothing else to do and, miraculously, the cell reception down here was somehow almost impeccable. Leave it to those damn magical places to work in such mysterious ways.

Just as he was admiring one of Leviathan's work in progress cosplay posts -not that he would ever admit to that out loud- his ears twitched as he heard the door to the bathroom open with an almost eery squeal. The pitter-patter of naked feet on marbled ground echoed through the hallways and, once again unable to satisfy his stupid curiosity by simply listening and minding his business for once, Asmo lifted his head and caught a full glance of Solomon entering the room, naked if it weren't for the towel riding low on his hips, hair still dripping wet with shiny, watery pearls.

And in spite of himself, Asmodeus tried his best to avert his gaze.

After all, this was Solomon he was looking at with all those unwarranted thoughts rushing through his brain. This was Solomon, whose hair was pushed back for once, allowing Asmo full access to his striking grey eyes that looked so bright, almost translucent and so utterly perfect in the low light of the torches. Asmodeus could feel the heat rising up to his cheeks, knowing fully well that his knuckles, shoulders and the tip of his nose were undeniably in the process of turning into a picture perfect shade of pink.

It wasn't as if Asmo had never seen a half-naked man before, obviously, he had already had more than his fill; it was rather about this very specific man who usually ran around covered from head to toe like a catholic priest afraid to even flash his ankles.

He swallowed once, hard, and opened his mouth. “I think we have a problem,” he started, not entirely sure where he was even going with this. Anything to distract him from the elegant slope of Solomon's neck, sliding further down to the arch of his spine, so exquisite in its shape, from pretty shoulder blades down to that one little mole he would love to trace with careful fingertips and soft lips to the small of his back and his nice, peachy-

“Only one bed, huh?” Solomon interrupted Asmodeus's string of thoughts. “I am convinced Leviathan would be more than delighted.”

Asmo cleared his throat once more, relaxed a bit and looked up towards Solomon again. “Oh surely,” he drawled lazily and waved with his hand, feigning a state of composure and definitely not sheer panic about being overly smitten with one of your closest friends. “He'd be ecstatic. I can practically see his precious little otaku heart take an itsy bitsy leap at the thought of it.”

Solomon crossed his arms and walked over to the bed, stopping right in front of it. “Right. Of course, we can joke all we want, but that doesn't change the fact that we are stuck in here with only one bed.” He brushed white strands of hair out of his face and Asmodeus watched the way his chest rose with a particularly deep breath. “So I have a proposition.”

“You will certainly not sleep on the ground, and I myself am also feeling rather exhausted, so I'd rather not get too acquainted with the roaches this time around.”

And Asmodeus knew what was about to come, a proposition to sleep in shifts, which would be taxing for both of them, but at least better than sleeping on cold stone floors. He lifted his eyes and before he could jump in and finish Solomon's sentence prematurely, the sorcerer kept going.

“Let's just share the bed.”

And once again, Asmodeus found himself wishing the universe liked him a little less.

Chapter 2

#my writing #obey me #solomon #asmodeus #solodeus #solomon x asmodeus #asmosolo #angst #sharing a bed #friends to lovers #getting together #this looks like ass but i'm the worst at coming up with good layouts

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asmoyonce · 3 years

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May I request mc+asmosolo please. Thank you in advance.

dont know if you wanted a drabble or headcanon so i wrote general relationship hcs :) warning: mentions of sex

— ASMODEUS X MC X SOLOMON general relationship hcs

asmo’s love language are psychical touch and words of affirmation. he’s often touching either of you in some kind of way. hand on a thigh or maybe simply linking your pinkies together. asmo isn’t afraid to express his feelings to both of you and compliment whenever he feels like it

solomon on the other hand prefers to convey his feelings through actions rather than words. his love langauge definitely being quality time. he loves spending time with both of you

/basing it softly on canon mc/ their type of love languages going perfectly with yours acts of service. if three of you have a sleepover, you’re often the one to go make breakfast while they still try to wake themselves up. asmo and solomon really appreciate you going out of your way to help them with smaller tasks so they can focus on more important stuff

all of you believe that communication is the key to the relationship so whenever problem occurs, you will sit down and talk it out or find the best way to get rid of it

i feel like asmo is a devoted lover so he will refrain from seeking pleasure in other people unless you’re in an open relationship and both you and solomon don’t mind. though he will only do anything after informing both of you about it

both of them are really good at comforting. asmo being perfect if you need verbal comfort and solomon if you don’t want any talking involved

they’re quick on picking up your quirks, likes and dislikes. you basically never have to tell them what you want or need since they’re already waiting for you with it before you even manage to open your mouth

solomon also has high sex drive. that’s why he’s asmo’s first choice if the avatar of lust wants to have sex. they don’t want to bother you with helping them unless you show willingness

one of them often texts gc ‘whos down to fuck’ to see if you yourself are in the mood

the three of you go out on a date at least once a week. if one of you is busy, the other two will go alone but it is required for everyone to make a time for a date once a week

most of the dates are spontaneous. you go with a flow or do something one of you planned for that day. rarely will any of you plan anything unless there's a big occasion

being in a relationship with them might sometimes be a challenge but it's still very enjoyable. all of you going at your peace but never afraid to slow down if any of you needs a break

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me solomon #obey me asmodeus x reader #asmodeus x reader #asmodeus x mc #solomon x reader #solomon x mc #solomon imagine #asmodeus imagine #asmosolo #asmodeus x solomon #solomon x asmodeus #asmosolo x mc #asmosolo x reader

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solodeusweek · 3 years

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One more month until Solodeus Week begins! ☆

Check our pinned post for the prompts!

#obey me #obey me solomon #obey me asmodeus #solodeus #asmosolo #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me: one master to rule them all #obey me: shall we date #obey me:swd #asmodeus x solomon

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sparklingichigo · 3 years

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Incorrect Quote SoloAsmo edition

Solomon: Hey Asmo, how do you spell perfection?

Asmo: A-S-M-O-D-E-U-S

Solomon: But that's your name??

Asmo: Exactly ^^

Solomon: *teleports himself back to purgatory Hall*

#Soloasmo #obey me #obey me solomon #obey me asmodeus #Asmodeus #Solomon #Asmosolo #incorrect obey me quotes

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yukiobeyme · 3 years

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I’m glad you like SoloLuci!!!

I don’t have a lot of content of them right now, but I am looking forward to writing them in the future. (I think their dynamic is neat!)

^ SoloLuci, essentially. (With the bonus of Solomon heavily enjoying annoying Lucifer, and Lucifer annoying/teasing him in return).

~s8ncake 💚🎂

I really do like SoloLuci! I think they dynamic would be neat and I love that picture because yes that describes it.

Imagine if it’s a bet, “If you fall in love with me, Lucifer. You have to make a pact with me.”

Lucifer scoffs, “Just don’t fall in love with me first,” Lucifer leans as close as he dares to the sorcerer and smirks when he watches him blush and his eyes briefly looks at Lucifer’s lips.

Asmodeus is probably the best and worst person ever. Because he loves Solomon and Lucifer and the fact they could be together is just thrilling to him. Asmodeus gushing to Solomon about Lucifer in the hallways of RAD and then Lucifer and Diavolo walks by and Solomon blushes and looks away. Lucifer has a slight blush, not the Solomon sees that, but smirks at Solomon when he finally looks up. Diavolo gives Lucifer a question look but doesn’t push the issue, well until they are in private.

Sorry I’m rambling on this idea! Feel free to hit me up when you have headcanons or want to ramble because I need this in my life so badly. Your writing is so amazing and you are the reason I found DiaSatan and I think I’d fall in love with any ship you write.

#I like so many rare pairings it’s ridiculous #like I love DiaLuci I really do #and AsmoSolo is good too!#but all of my fic ideas are for rare pairings that no one ever really mentions #I am excited about writing SoloLuci though #whenever I get to them #(there is one pairing that I want to write about that’s on my wip meme that I posted the other day)#(no ones asked about the fic yet)#(but like with DiaSatan no ones ever mentioned it)#(but looking them all clearly I enjoy making the most chaotic couples imaginable)#(chaotic in a good way of course)#sorry I rambled #but since you like SoloLuci I might start sliding you some head canons of them as well #if I ever have any 💚💚#submission #s8ncake i love you #sololuci #obey me sololuci #long post

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cosmosrival · 2 years

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" EUEUEU THAT WOMAN IS GONNA STEAL (insert name) FROM ME !!!!"okay so first of all obey me is an otome game (as far i know) which means that the main mc have reverse harem so yes even if a female character apperd the boys will never fall in love her,why? bc mc is here!! everybody HAVE to love mc !! +

YA at this point i couldnt care less abt ppl who are afraid of the replacement idea, because they're people who haven't read the devs message lol. it's literally right next to the silhouettes and they tell you everything you need to know. calm down and read.

what im more pissed off about is ppl who are blatantly misogynistic and/or homophobic (bc their own perception of MC is female only which is false lol but yknow). cuz thats another can of worms entirely. you jack it to dialuci and asmosolo yet u dont want the rest of us nonhets 2 get a crumb of pussy...? girl do u hear yourself?

#answered #obey me discourse #lemme tag it as such lol #did u forget u can just... ignore the fem coded character.#like u did for every other boy youre not interested in.#thats just pathetic come on.

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ruewrites · 1 month

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Understanding Us

AO3

Ship: Solomon/Asmo

Word Count: 2952

Warnings: Mildly referenced implied homophobia/misogyny. The undertones are very light but it is there.

A/N:

Another installment of the Next Gen! AU that I made with @leviathanswingman. Solomon and Asmo integrating into the human world is definitely something that is worth exploring in this AU because it does come with a few challenges, especially in terms of socializing. They find their niche eventually, but there will always be challenges.

(Solomon is touch starved and no one can change my mind about this.)

I hope you enjoy!

Solomon forced a smile, swirling his cup in his hands as he watched his partner from across the backyard. He fit in well here, much better than Solomon did. Of course they both had their moments of bouts of odd behavior, and yet Asmo slipped into the neighborhood as a socialite with near flawlessness and perfection. He laughed like windchimes as he sipped his cocktail, gossiping and chittering away with a few of their neighbor's on the host's deck next to the grill. He looked stunning too, as he always did. The spring air appeared so much sweeter as it carried Asmo's essence.

What made it sweeter still was their child on his lap. Asmodeus was the perfect image of a parental socialite. Solomon had already heard him fantasizing about joining a future PTA meeting after speaking to a few of their neighbors who had older children. An entire bake sale had practically already been organized in the entirety of his mind for when Lilith started attending classes, and of course Asmodeus would be chaperoning field trips! Perhaps he could still make a post or two as well, after all, Asmodeus was still an influencer.

Tilting the cup in his hand again, he wondered if there was another cocktail floating out there for him somewhere. Perhaps one with blueberries or pomegranate.

“Solomon! That's not going to do you any good stayin still in your cup.”

A man clapped him on his back. Solomon had heard his name once or twice, his wife had brought over cookies when he and Asmo moved in. It had been a rough introduction, Asmo had still been a bit bristly around strangers so Solomon had done most of the talking. It went about as well as it could have with an unhappy demon in the background. Despite that, this man still seemed to hone in on Solomon at every social event. No matter how hard he tried to hide himself, he always seemed to find him and drag him out to groups which discussed subjects that Solomon cared little for. Still, Solomon forced a smile and stood a little straighter, “I'm more of a whisky man if I'm honest. I like my liquor a bit… smoother.”

“You get used to it, it's an acquired taste.”

Solomon would beg to differ.

“You're partner up there, he get you whisky? It's always nice to have your own little treats.”

Solomon had seen Asmo put back stronger drinks than whisky on a Saturday night. Solomon liked whisky, the best way to taste it was the remnants from Asmo's lips.

“We drink together, although he does know how to pick out rather divine blends,” Solomon continued to stare straight ahead, not offering the man a glance, “Sometimes we drink together later in the night after we put Lilith down.”

The man elbowed him, making the drink in his hands slosh onto his skin. It felt as disgusting and horrendous as it tasted.

There was a way this man talked about Asmodeus, a few of them talked about Asmodeus in a similar fashion. Solomon hated it. They projected their own ideas onto their relationship in a fashion that often made Solomon uncomfortable, and they liked to pry. Asmodeus confused them all, whether it be his mixture of pronouns or presentation of gender or how he fit in with Solomon and Lilith. They were much more concerned about Asmodeus’ role that Solomon thought they ought to be. Asmodeus was Asmodeus, and that should be enough.

“He get cuddly with you drunk? Scooch in real close?” it was a joke, but not one Solomon enjoyed in the slightest. It was shallow, superficial, and the implications left bile in his mouth, “Bet he's the type to get scared during horror movies too. You ever watch those and drink your whiskey?”

The man next to him was laughing as the plastic crickled beneath Solomon's finger tips.

***

“More, please.”

It was far from erotic, and Solomon craved it all the same. Asmo's caress did something to him, lit a fire deep within his cold soul. If it was taken from him, he wasn't sure how he would ever survive. Asmo's hand caressed the side of his face and moved upward to ruffle his hair.

“My Darling is so needy tonight,” the arm around his waist tightened, pulling him closer, and Solomon reveled in it. He knew his face was flushed, his body contorted to distort himself into some smaller form perfect to fit in Asmodeus' grasp. His legs tangled, arms struggling with whether to stay pressed close to his chest or to wrap around and capture the source of undying affection and attention before him.

“But that is okay,” Asmo cooed in his ear, “Because I am here for whatever he needs, whenever he wants it.”

It was like this frequently in the beginning once they started more openly expressing wants and desires. Solomon would fluctuate between a kind of aloofness and the cold void inside him that demanded to be filled. Before all of this it was easy to ignore. After all, how could you miss an experience that was forgotten to you? But once he had the tiniest taste, the switch inside of him was flipped. Nowadays the void was quiet more often than not but every now and again that craving for intimacy and affection overtook him to a point that was almost painful. Twisting his head to the side, Solomon looked up at Asmo through his lashes.

“I love you.”

The words fell short in so many ways, if only there was something more he could say, some word that fit better. One day he would find one, but for now, this would do.

Asmo's fingers continued to card through his hair, his eyes soft. His lips pressed against Solomon's forehead, “I love you too. How do you feel?”

Solomon shifted, adjusting his position and making himself feel more comfortable in Asmo's arms. The ache in his chest had lessened to a dull thud as Asmo's warmth took its place.

“Better,” Solomon said, “Luckily I have you and your love for this poor heart of mine.”

“Careful Handsome, you might have another baby if you're not careful with your words.”

Solomon laughed, “You say that like it isn't something I would like.” Asmo had passed on so much to their child. She looked so much like him and Solomon didn't doubt that what else he had passed on to her would be revealed with age. Solomon had passed on his talent with magic, that he knew, but he swore that she would never know what the void within him felt like. He would shower her in all the love and affection he could muster and assure that her days were filled with brightness and laughter.

“I know you would,” Asmo purred. God, Solomon loved that purr. The only thing better than the purrs were the chirps and chitters he made. It was all music to Solomon's ears. “You're such a good Daddy, there isn't a better man I could have accidentally had a child with.”

He punctuated each word by walking his fingers up Solomon's shoulder and tapping his nose.

All Solomon could do was smile. He kissed Asmo once. Then again. And again. He lost himself in his partner's laughter as they continued their exchange of soft kisses, completely and utterly enveloped in each other.

It was the best whiskey Solomon could ever chase, and he would gladly get drunk on it any time of day.

***

“I love what they do with the gore,” Asmo moved closer against his shoulder and it made his heart lurch, “It's so… artistic. Like a pretty little metaphor.”

“It does look like a flower if you pause it right.”

“Yes! See you get it! It's about blooming into her true potential and truths being revealed! Also I just think it was done in a very pretty fashion.” With the way Asmo squealed and kicked his feet, one might think they were watching a very different genre of film, certainly not a psychological thriller. But Solomon loved how excited Asmodeus became. It was lovely being able to discuss in depth literary analyses with his partner.

“What about you Solomon? What do you think?”

“What do I think?”

“That is what I asked.”

Solomon glanced back at the screen, intertwining his fingers with Asmo's as he thought. “I think it's about an acknowledgement of all parts of yourself, the good and the bad of human nature, that sometimes the more horrendous things can be masked with beauty and that escaping it in itself can be brutally terrifying, but there is beauty in escaping and gaining your freedom.”

Asmo used the tips of his fingers to turn Solomon's face towards him, his feather light touch on his skin sending shivers up Solomon's spine. “Beautifully put.”

Her finger tips traveled down Solomon's neck, tracing along his carotid artery, “Most people forget about the horrors often faced in order to reach that pretty little ending. When perfection is mistaken for beauty, some tend to turn volatile in their blindness.”

“You would know that.”

“So would you.”

“It's not easy to forget.”

“Would we want to?”

A few minutes of silence lingered between them, Asmodeus’ fingers dancing over his heart before gripping the fabric of his shirt and pulling him in.

“I wanted to go back to the Celestial Realm more than anything,” Asmodeus whispered, “I'd almost forgotten why I left.”

His fingers ran throughSolomon's hair and down his back, lulling him into a security. He let out a sigh and wrapped his arms around his lover. Asmo's scent filled his lungs as he inhaled, and a sense of completeness watched over him.

Asmo's eyes were once again fixed on the television, his grip on Solomon tightening.

“I'm glad she got her freedom.”

***

Solomon hummed, his eyelids lowering.

“Well? Do you?”

Another jab came at him from the side. It was taking all Solomon had not to let his agitation show. For the first time since their interaction began Solomon turned to him, a wide smile spread across his face.

“You don't know anything about my partner nor myself, and I think I like having our little mysteries,” If he were a worse man, he'd curse him now, “It keeps a certain spice to life, wouldn't you agree?”

Solomon didn't allow him to say another word. He dumped the vile liquid on the ground, stepping out of the way of playing children, and made his way up the deck steps. That man could speculate as much as he wanted, as could the rest of them, but unless they treated Asmo with dignity and respect when they thought he was out of earshot they wouldn't get a word out of him.

Asmo hadn't seen him approaching, in fact, he was still enraptured in conversation when Solomon approached him. A soft noise of surprise left him, a chirp. Solomon kissed where his jaw met his neck and then allowed himself to settle.

“Oh hello Darling! Coming by to say hi?” Asmo asked, leaning into Solomon. His warmth radiated to Solomon’s core and his hair smelled dizzyingly of the sweetest roses.

“How could I ever stay away?”

He took one of Asmo’s hands and placed kisses from his wrist to the tips of his fingers. A soft flurry of noises rose up and fell just as quickly as they appeared.

“What did I tell you?” Asmo chirped, looking around the table, “He’s a perfect model of a gentleman.”

“He is,” a woman crooned, “All you’re missin is a ring honey.”

“You’re gonna get me a pretty ring right Sol?” Asmo asked, batting his lashes. His voice was overperforming. Words dragged out in an exaggeratingly sweet manner as he cozied up to him. If only they knew how Lilith had come into the world.

“The prettiest, if I can have a sip of your cocktail.”

WIthout a word, Asmo lifted the pretty drink to his lips. Solomon could have groaned. Finally, something that didn’t taste like piss. Why take the enjoyment out of life by taking the pleasure of consumption away? Why ingest something horrible when perfection was a few yards away? Asmo set the glass back down onto the table and relaxed once again into their previous position.

“Thank you my Darling.”

Asmo hummed in response, content to let Solomon recharge his dwindling social battery. This was a game they often played at gatherings. For some reason or another, the same group of men would find themselves flocking towards Solomon, trying to get him to engage in one draining activity or another. Eventually Solomon would escape towards Asmodeus and allow himself to relax. He was more interested in the conversations Asmodeus was a part of anyways. If there was one thing his demon excelled at (well… one of many) it was honing in on interesting gossip or picking up key information that others let slip past their lips.

His fingers toyed with Lilith’s hair, it was soft and wavy, and Asmo had placed a little pink bow in it. Asmodeus loved toying with their daughter's hair. He absolutely delighted in it, seeing all of the different stylings that could be accomplished. She always looked so cute too, Asmodeus made sure she was the pinnacle of cuteness.

“How about I take her for a while?”

“I’ve got her.”

“I can take her inside and reapply her sunscreen, it’s getting hot,” Solomon continued, “Besides I want to make myself a drink.”

It didn’t take anymore convincing for Solomon to have their daughter in his arms as he walked into the house, a deep sigh left his lips. “Oh Lilith, what am I to do?”

Lilith babbled in response, blowing bubbles out of her mouth and grabbing for Solomon’s hair. “Ah, wise words from a wise young lady,” he shifted her weight to his hip as he looked at the counter full of mixing ingredients, “Now, let's make a good drink.”

Fortunately he spent the rest of the time in the kitchen talking to Lilith about everything and nothing. She was delightful company, always was. They could have a much better social event than whatever was happening outside, and when temperatures would eventually continue to rise they wouldn't be the ones melting. In every possible way, this was a much more favorable outcome in his books. Fortunately for him, no one else came in for however long he had decided to wander around. That was, until familiar heels clicked on the linoleum. Solomon had started making his second drink, explaining the elegancies of a wyvern’s bone structure to an enthused Lilith, when Asmo entered the room.

“You ready to head home?” he asked, hip cocked against the doorway.

“Are you done socializing?”

“They all started fixating on how I have a year old baby and no ring, so yeah I think I’m done,” Asmo said, “It’s a shame, they can’t seem to understand why I trust you to not leave me.”

Solomon snorted as he lifted the newly mixed drink to his lips. Asmo seemed to be matching his annoyance. It was concealed just enough, if Solomon hadn’t known Asmo for as long as he had or as intimately as he did, he might have missed it, “It seems to be challenging for some of them to understand us doesn’t it?”

“You mean your new friends don’t understand you?” Asmo teased.

Solomon choked, “God, I don’t know why they flock to me.”

“You’re an intriguing man Darling,” Asmo tilted his chin and pecked his lips, “And the cost is exhausting.”

It wasn't just that. They both knew it. They knew it was Asmo's perceived femininity. The fact that he enjoyed it when Solomon referred to him as “his girl” or “his princess” and that sometimes she preferred she. The fact that his makeup and nails were constantly well maintained. That Asmodeus enjoyed skirts and heels just as much as slacks and flats. It was easier to digest Solomon for them because in their eyes he fit their definition of masculinity more closely even when his nails were occasionally done. It didn't matter what Solomon felt about his own identity, what mattered to them was how they viewed him, and the way they viewed both of them was in strict little boxes.

Asmodeus was masculine and feminine and everything in between and every point in the spectrum. They would never know how safe and comfortable Solomon felt in his arms, or how his lower registers would send shudders up his spine just as his higher ones would inspire a similar yearning desire. No matter what form or what presentation, Asmodeus was Asmodeus his love and his muse.

He who inspired him and filled up the aching void in his chest.

She who held him until the loneliness once again drifted away into nothing.

They were his comfort, his everything, his dearest love.

“So, what do you say? Let’s go home, put Lilith down for a nap and we can cuddle up and watch a movie on the couch? We can even make a lil charcuterie board.”

“You know exactly how to entice me, Dear One.”

“And that’s why I’m yours.”

His.

The word made his heart lurch and ache in the best of ways. How it made him yearn for his partner in the deepest recesses of his very soul.

Oh Solomon could not wait to be home and have those pretty fingers tracing shapes on his skin and his voice whispering such sweet things in his ear. The comfort and familiarity of his lover’s embrace was worth more to him than anything else this would had to offer.

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A King Cares for His Queen

AO3

Ship: Solomon/Asmo

Word Count: 1425

Warnings: Smut

A/N: You all have multiple people to thank for pushing me into posting this lest it stay in my drafts forever. I absolutely headcanon Solomon and Asmo as a nonbinary and genderfluid couple. They queer in every sense of the word. This fic was also inpsired by the Chess Event.

Asmo couldn’t help but twirl in his chess dress. Lord Diavolo had really outdone himself with this request, it made him look like the Queen he deserved to be. He was itching for a chance to wear the dress again, and what better occasion than a chess themed party? Everyone was dressed as different pieces, and no two individuals were the same. Diavolo himself had decided to match Lucifer, mirroring Asmo and dressing as a Queen.

Which meant that Asmo only had to find his matching King, and there he was, acting like a total wall flower by the demonus.

“Oh Solomon!” Asmo sang, dancing over and wrapping himself around his arm. Solomon almost dropped the glass of snow demonus in his hand. By the look of his cheeks, it wasn't his first.

Solomon's eyes raked over his outfit, he was feasting on every inch of exposed skin and where the fabric hugged his body. Slowly, he brought the glass to his lips, eyes unmoving.

"Asmodeus, you look ravishing this evening."

Asmodeus giggled, stepping back so he could twirl and show off the poofs, "Don't I?"

He wanted to hear more from Solomon, wanted to hear more about how pretty he looked this evening. A hmm left him, eyes fixing on where his stocking clad legs disappeared beneath his skirt. A noise that Asmo would do anything to hear again rumbled deep within the back of Solomon's throat, "Very much so yes."

"How ravishing do I look?"

"I'm surprised they don't have you spread out as the main course."

Asmo all but squealed with delight. He wanted to egg Solomon on further, he could push him to the edge, and with him drinking there's no doubt those pretty words would keep flowing from his lips. He deserved it too. After all, what type of king would Solomon be if he didn't absolutely lavish his queen? Asmo knew Solomon knew this.

Throwing his arms around Solomon, Asmo placed an exaggerated kiss on his cheek, "I'm glad you recognize that I'd make a better substitute no matter how delicious the food may be."

Solomon's fingers moved along his side from where his hand rested at Asmo's hip. A smile finally cracked its way onto his face, cheeks still alight from the snow demonus. Asmo could see thoughts swirling behind his eyes, most likely about him and the very thought made him giddy.

"How could I not? But speaking of which, I do find myself feeling.. peckish," he leaned in to kiss him, a devious smile coming across his lips as Asmo playfully pulled away in return. Yet he continued to chase the demon's lips every time they parted. Asmodeus couldn't help but giggle each time. His darling normally wasn't one for PDA, but a little snow demonus never failed to ease his mind into the idea.

"I'm still famished," Solomon whispered, his hands pawing Asmo's hips, and crumpling the pretty dress in his hands, "You're the only one who can sate me my darling."

"And you wish to do so here? Darling! How bold of you." Asmo cooed.

Solomon shook his head and attempted to nip at Asmo's lips, at which the demon pulled away once more with a giggle, "Is that a yes then? A yes that you won't let me starve this evening?"

Solomon's breath was hot and smelled heavily of demonus. His tone had Asmo tingling in rather pleasant places. Far from his mind were concerns in the event that Lucifer found out about his little rendezvous, besides he would be too busy being entangled with other affairs (or more accurately another individual) to notice his absence. With a bite of his lip and a quick nod.

There was no time to process how fast Solomon whisked him down the hallway, nor the way his breath left his lungs as he was pushed up against the wall of the hallway. The distant sounds of revelry became static in his ears as Solomon started to suck on his neck as far as he could reach, fighting the demon's high collar along the way. His movements were fervent and heated, grabbing wherever he could as he nipped and licked at his partner's skin, moving to a shoulder to have more access to what he craved.

Asmo continued to whimper as Solomon sunk to his knees. The growl of frustration that left Solomon's lips when he realized Asmo's dress would not lift easily sent yet another hot tingle through him.

Solomon disappeared under the offending garment and out of Asmo's sight. Chilly fingertips dipped into the tops of his stockings, and then moved to the pudge that spilled out over, and then to his ass. Asmo closed his eyes and then leaned his head back against the wall. His breathing was heavy, and Solomon's kisses had turned teasing against his thighs, ignoring his need and damped underwear, coming close only to skip over his mound and to the other thigh.

A whine left him as Solomon left yet another hickey on his skin. And then Solomon's fingers slipped into the sides of his pretty pink undergarments.

"Try to be quiet Darling, I don't want such a wonderful meal to go wasted," Solomon whispered, breath hot against the front of the thin, wet, silky fabric separating him from his desire. Asmodeus waited with baited breath for Solomon to remove the barrier. But he didn't.

Suddenly, Solomon's fervor and desperation returned. His mouth engulfed the front of Asmo, not bothering to remove the barrier between them.

"Solomon," he moaned. The pressure from Solomon's tongue over silk had him squirming, but if there was one thing he wanted more, it was Solomon's tongue on his bare flesh. The man was a King of Foreplay, and he wasn't about to let Asmo forget anytime soon, even when Asmo wished for nothing more than for him to dive in. Just as he started grinding into Solomon's tongue, he pulled away. He whined, desperately grabbing through his pretty skirts, clawing in vain for Solomon's hair in hopes of giving him some encouragement. Fingers slipped into the sides of his panties as Solomon created hickies on his inner thighs. The man was an animal, and the fact that Asmo couldn't see him only heightened the pleasure.

In a swift motion, Solomon finally removed the garment and devoured Asmo. That wonderful nose prodded at his sensitive bud as Solomon's tongue set on a journey to explore every inch of him. The man's neck would certainly be sore in the morning from whatever craned position he was in. Asmo whimpered, as he started to grind, Solomon's hands pushed him back against the wall. Oh how he adored those hands.

"Solomon, wait, hang on, I'm-" a cry left his lips and his walls contracted. His legs shook and his knees buckled, but this seemed to only encourage Solomon further. His pace quickened, making Asmo squeal. "Hey! You're- Solomon!"

Solomon's mouth moved upwards, kissing as he went, fingers replacing that lovely tongue. And then, he engulfed Asmo. He was sucking, licking, fingering.

Asmo felt his legs buckling and shake once more, his breathing hitched and his pulse quicked. "Sol, I can't, I can't I can'tIcan'tI-" he cried as he came for the second time, tears running down his cheeks, the only thing keeping him from the floor was Solomon. The man appeared from under his dress, and Asmo couldn't help but pull him into a kiss. The fire hadn't been quenched and Asmo was only driven further by their grinding and the taste of himself on Solomon's tongue. His mind plagued with thoughts of how he was throbbing, and how empty he felt.

"I want you," the words came out breathless between lips clashing together.

"You've had me."

"I want you inside of me."

"I've been there, you taste wonderful My Darling."

Oh Asmo could taste that infuriating smile. Leave it to Solomon to be a relentless tease even amongst his horny stupor.

Asmo took Solomon by the front of his black attire and pulled him in, rough.

"Let me be clearer with you," Asmo hissed, "I want you to fuck me until I can't possibly hold anymore of you."

Solomon's grin continued to stay plastered on his face, "Ah, I see. How could I possibly ignore such a lovely request from my even lovelier Queen?"

Long gone were fears of being caught. Asmo wanted nothing more that to experience pure bliss in carnal pleasure, and a Queen could make whatever move he pleased on the chess board.

#ruewrites #obey me #obey me asmodeus #obey me solomon #solodeus #solomon x asmodeus #soloasmo #asmosolo #What really prompted this was the idea that Solomon absolutely will go down on his partner and Asmo deserves good things like that

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Blinded by Better Judgement

AO3

Ship: Asmodeus/Solomon

Word Count: 2019

Warnings: Mention of pregnancy scare, implications of sex

A/N: Yes I used to be a big omegaverse girly back in the day. I just never wrote them. But now I have one. So please enjoy it to your heart's content!

Comments are appreciated <3

It was nice to no longer have Asmodeus screaming at him. The past 12 hours had been nothing but panic, anxiety, and absolutely chaos. Asmo had switched from sobbing over what he would tell Lucifer and throwing things at him.

Of course Lucifer would have been furious for a multitude of reasons. He didn't like Solomon, and he certainly wasn't supposed to be allowed near Asmo during his heats. Accidentally getting the baby brother of one of the highest ranking demons in the entire Devildom knocked up when he already hated you wasn't the best road he could walk down.

"How don't you remember if you wore a condom?"

It was a phrase he became intimately familiar with. Yes, it had all been incredibly irresponsible, but when an omega as sweet smelling and as adorable as Asmodeus was giving him bedroom eyes and rubbing against him at every given moment, it wasn't easy to ignore his desires. When an omega as sweet smelling and as adorable as Asmodeus was making out with him, latching onto his neck, and pushing him towards the mattress and whining into his mouth, he didn't stand a chance. He vaguely remembered bits and pieces after being tossed into an untimely rut. Asmodeus had been begging to see him. Sexting wasn't enough. His heat was bad, it hurt, and nothing was working. He needed help. He would simply die if he couldn't have Solomon. In short, he'd been the pinnacle of sexual frustration.

So Solomon relented. He'd met up with Asmodeus and the rest was history. The time between his back hitting the mattress and waking up no longer connected to each other had been a blur. It had all been bliss, until they couldn't find a single trace of protection. They'd laughed it off. Surely they wouldn't have forgotten. Right? And then Asmodeus got anxious. Every store had been sold out of Plan B, and suddenly he thought he saw symptoms. That was how Solomon had been awoken by a very unhappy omega and discretely going out to buy a test. It was embarrassing how much he felt like a teenager. Waiting for the results had been an eternity. Asmo refused to even look at him, snarling whenever Solomon made an attempt to go near him.

Then, the first negative, and the second. A sign of relief washed over both of them and suddenly Asmo once again felt much more cuddly with the alpha who had been at the sharp end of his fury. In the aftermath of the anxiety, they cuddled up in a well put together nest (courtesy Asmodeus) and picked out a light hearted film. But as the hours ticked by, another feeling crept into Solomon's veins.

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little.... disappointed," he said.

Asmo barely glanced up, eyes fixed on the movie and nibbling on a cookie, "About the plot?"

"No... about that." Solomon gestured at Asmo with his hand.

Asmo stopped abruptly, "Shut up."

"What?"

"You're not funny."

Solomon raised his hands in defense as Asmo swatted at his chest. The pretty omega was staring pointed and dangerous daggers at him. "I'm not being funny, I'm being serious."

Asmo's expression shifted from annoyed to confused faster than he could count.

"Think about it, your beautiful nests, maybe a couple of little ones scampering about, and you'd have that perfect glow," Solomon whispered, accenting each point with a kiss, "Doesn't that sound wonderful?"

Asmo softened and went back to curling up with Solomon, "I suppose." Disappointment quickly flashed across his face, and then a perfectly manicured finger tip poked his nose. "But if you want that, you've gotta get Big Brother's approval, Mister. Do you know how long he'd lock me away? He already hates that I come home smelling like you."

Solomon laughed and nuzzled his head into Asmo's. "I know Darling, don't worry, I'll get him to like me one way or another."

“Doubt it,” Asmo giggled, “You should hear him complain about your ‘alpha stink’ on our couch. He spends days washing and rescenting everything.”

Ah of course. Lucifer seemed to complain about any alpha that was not one of his brothers or Diavolo who dared step foot near the House of Lamentation. Of course he seemed to harbor a particular disdain for Solomon himself, but that was perhaps slightly understandable.

“And I thought he only complained when I was there.”

“He's contained while you're still there,” Asmo corrected, walking his fingers up Solomon's chest, “He hates that your scent lingers on my skin, tells me how I shouldn't be cozying up to an alpha who hasn't stuck their claim on me.”

Solomon felt himself being pushed back again. Oh his omega was aggressive with what he wanted, and Solomon loved it. As those strong and slender legs straddled his waist, he couldn't help but leaned back, eyelids lowering, one hand on his cheek and the other across his abdomen, and a lazy smile on his face. He adored that Asmo could take charge. Sure he played pretty and submissive for his adoring audience, but Solomon knew the real him. The real Asmodeus left pretty bruises scattered across his body and angry red scratch marks down his back. He opened jars that Solomon struggled with and pulled him into the warmest hugs that had the strength to crack ribs.

“Hmmm, he has a point.”

“He's old fashioned,” Asmo countered.

“In that case I should definitely wear a condom this time.”

“Or you could not.”

All Asmo offered was a shrug at the look Solomon gave him. Asmo had almost killed him seconds ago for a scare, and all the sudden he had a change in rationale. His hand moved to Asmo's thigh in an attempt to ground him, “Asmodeus, are we forgetting that you asked me to get your brother's permission first? I like where my head is. Thank you very much.”

“But he's sooooo old fashioned,” Asmo said, setting his hand on top of Solomon's, “If I have mini yous, he'll have to be okay with you marking me.”

“That logic seems flawed.”

“What's flawed is you not fucking me.”

Solomon laughed and let Asmo lean down to kiss him through the laughter.

“What do you want? Hickeys?” he teased through his lips, “Will that get you going? Get you hard enough to put a little Sol in me?”

Despite himself, Solomon felt arousal stirring. He snorted and leaned into Asmo's lips, “You're not making good choices My Love, I thought for sure you were spent.”

“I was, but you know I can never get enough of you.”

Solomon let his hand slide further up Asmo's hip, a soft hum echoing in his throat as his fingers tapped away. “I think, you have had enough,” without warning, he flipped the both of them over. Asmodeus squealed as his back hit the mattress, eyes widening in shock up at Solomon, “For now that is.”

“That's not fair! Cheater!”

“Maybe so, but I think it would be easier for the both of us, if we waited until after I've gotten Lucifer's approval,” he chuckled, poking his demon's nose, “Wouldn't you agree?”

Asmo whined before pouting up at Solomon, “It's your fault for putting the idea in my head in the first place.”

“And one day, I will very much make this up to you.”

Rolling back over to his side, he made space for Asmo to snuggle up underneath his arm if he chose to do so. Asmodeus did just that. They continued to watch the film in a comfortable silence, picking at their snacks and enjoying the warmth of company.

“Do you think we'd have cute kids?” Asmodeus asked after some time had passed. He didn't even wait for Solomon to respond, “I think we would, I mean they are related to me so how could they not be cute? They'd totally be the cutest in all three of the realms!”

Solomon continued to listen to him ramble on. Talking about everything and nothing, whatever potential future they had together. Perhaps one day they'd be in a similar situation together, starting their own little life. They'd have a little one on the way, Asmo would build beautiful nests and Solomon would do any work around the house as needed. Of course Asmo would grow frustrated with him. His demon liked to be pampered, but Asmo also occasionally liked to do things for himself. They'd have plenty of space for their children to run and play and Solomon would read to them every night. But the absolute best part would be coming home to Asmodeus every day, falling into his loving arms and just being.

He buried his face into Asmo's hair despite his protests and let out a sigh. This would be the life.

“You’re messing up my hair!”

“Hush, I want to remember you like this before my scent no longer lingers on your skin,” he whispered, “By tomorrow it will be but a faint memory of my senses, and I wish to linger in this dream for a bit longer.”

“Fancy words to say Lucifer is going to make me soak and scrub until he’s happy that I don’t smell like you any more. I can only imagine how terrible it will be for my skin,” he tilted his head upward to kiss Solomon’s lips, and Solomon felt himself relax further into his lover’s embrace, “But you’re so cute, it’ll be worth it.”

Asmo’s hand caressed his face, and Solomon couldn’t help but lean into it. He was so warm and soft and comforting. Solomon could feel himself turning to mush. Pulling Asmo closer, he let his fingers dare to slip past the fabric of his shirt and trace the vertebrae on his back. A shudder left Asmo’s lips and then a stifled whine.

He was biting his lip and looking up at Solomon now, his cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink, “Solomon, if you want me to cool down, I can’t say this is the best course of action. You’re teasing me.”

“Perhaps I’ve had a change of heart.”

If he could, he’d keep his scent on Asmodeus forever. He may not be able to do that, however he could make it stronger.

Asmo was on top of him in a heartbeat, nipping and sucking at his neck, adding yet another hickey to his growing collection. The moan that left him was more than audible. Perhaps they shouldn’t have started teasing and toying in Purgatory Hall, but he could apologize later if anyone asked or was disturbed.

“Protection first this time.”

“I’m not in heat anymore, it’s fine.”

“Asmo that’s not-” he didn’t get to finish that thought as Asmo ground down on him. His fingers clawed at Solomon’s shirt and a growl left him.

“Off.”

His omega knew what he wanted, and there was no arguing with Asmo when his mind was made up. For better or worse, he was set in his ways, and god did Solomon love that about him. As his shirt was pulled over his head, Solomon knew he wouldn’t be calling any shots for the time to come, and that was more than okay with him. Only what Asmo allowed was what he’d do. Solomon was nothing if not a man of standards, and he wouldn’t be contemplating death by a top ranking demon if he wasn’t serious about Asmo being with him.

Perhaps he was blinded by his potential future with his pretty demon. There were steps he needed to take before having that happy sunny fantasy in his head.

Perhaps he should want to say no to him a little more.

Perhaps he was being a bit reckless, but it couldn’t be helped.

Asmo inspired bad ideas, and Solomon loved it.

Solomon had a habit of thinking too much, and Asmo’s willingness to just do was exactly what he needed in his life. They were good for each other. Solomon could afford to have a few more bad ideas, and Asmo was showing him how good they could be.

#ruewrites #obey me #solodeus #asmosolo #soloasmo #obey me solomon #obey me asmodeus #a/b/o #omegaverse #omega!asmodeus #alpha!solomon #au!a/b/o #au!omegaverse

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ruewrites · 1 year

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Ah yes another person of culture who likes solodeus, why is it your favorite ship?

Honestly? I adore their chemistry. They went that friends to lovers route, no one else in the game is surprised when they do things together. Asmo adores Solomon, and Solomon can't say no to him. Also the Witty Sorcerer and his Pretty Demon has a rather nice ring to it.

I could go on and on about them. They also contrast each other very nicely (and Asmo is actually rather protective of Solomon isn't he?)

#ask #rue speaks #obey me #solodeus #obey me solomon #obey me asmodeus #asmosolo #soloasmo #solomon x asmodeus

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Song of a Mourning Dove

AO3

Ship: Solomon/Asmo

Word Count: 4402

Warnings: Smut

A/N: Promt: Love Affair

It's been a hot second my lovelies! Classes have been demolishing me this semester, but I'm happy I got the chance to participate in this collab! I had the fortune of doing the writing part in collabing with Vera (Instagram @Hanxmura)! Make sure to check out everyone's work for Asmo's birthday! I feel so fortunate to have gotten the chance to work alongside so many talented people 💗

https://twitter.com/OMCollabs/status/1658547871883595778?t=9cZcBBSMCHQlsrftxy738g&s=19 (Go check out the beautiful artwork my collab partner made as well as the other peices that everyone worked so hard on!)

Please enjoy!

Comments are appreciated 💗

A broken nest surrounded by shattered eggs laid hidden in the shadows of the alleyway. Scattered feathers were strewn about, the ruined beginnings of a start that had yet to flourish, forgotten to time as the rain washed away the sins of another. A single soul darted through the rain.

He didn’t understand why.

Hadn’t he loved her?

Hadn’t he given her everything?

Yet he was the one called vile.

Evil.

A Demon.

She might as well have pierced his heart with a blade, that would have hurt less and ended his suffering quicker. Instead he was left wondering with little to reflect on. He felt like he was dying, and yet some higher power demanded that he march on despite one of his reasons for living being ripped away from him.

It became difficult to distinguish what was his own tears and what was from the sky above. In the misty haze of water meeting the concrete, a single lonely light from an inn pierced through the gloomy night.

He wasn’t going home, not tonight. He couldn’t bear to go home after what he had just experienced. He couldn’t deal with the chaos and calamity. Instead he was going to drown his sorrows until both her name and face were nothing but a faint memory in his mind, until her perfume left his senses and her hair was long forgotten from his touch. He would drink until he could finally move on to someone new, to when he could finally find comfort in the arms of a stranger.

****

A lonely dove fluttered down to where the tree cover met the meadow. It bobbed it’s head to one side and then the other before collecting a few twigs in it’s beak and flapping back up to the tree cover, wings much more clumsy on take off. After all, it was easier to meet the ground than it was to leave it. The mourning dove disappeared, the cacophony of birds drowning out any song it would dare to sing this late in the morning.

The gentle summer breeze tickled Asmo's bare arms as the meadow flowers bent upwards. A quiet tiny town was tucked away in the distance, far away from the bustling busy life he was so accustomed to. It was serene, gorgeous, the type of place where you would live in a tiny cottage near the edge of town and walk to the bakery every morning. Every face was a recognizable one and a friend was always nearby. Asmo's eyes threatened to slip shut as he wandered deeper into his little daydream.

"It would be the perfect place to start a life together with someone, don't you think?" Solomon was leaning over him now, head resting on his hand as he laid on his side, "I could have a garden in the backyard, maybe a few things to attract animals too. You would be just like a princess surrounded by all sorts of woodland creatures."

Asmo hummed, raising an eyebrow and letting his eyes wander over to his boyfriend, "You talk as if Lucifer would let you keep me up here."

"I could steal you away," Solomon continued. He plucked one of the flowers scattered around them and twirled it between his fingers, eyes locked on the petals, "Like Persephone and Hades, I could steal you away."

The flower expanded in the sorcerer's hand and transformed into half of a pomegranate, "You don't even have to eat all the seeds."

"Solomon!" Asmo squealed as Solomon leaned closer to him, their lips barely brushing, "Lucifer would kill you."

He couldn't help but whisper, as if his words were secrets even to the wind.

Solomon pulled away enough to scoop at the seeds with his tongue. The action alone made Asmo hold his breath and shudder. It was an offer, an invitation, promises for a future that could belong to him one day. He clutched at Solomon’s cloak, the only thing separating him from the earth below. Solomon had him surrounded, enveloped, and he was giving him an offer he couldn’t refuse.

The pomegranate seeds lingered on his own tongue long after they disappeared, but Solomon tasted much sweeter. They had shared thousands of kisses in the past, and yet ones like these always felt the most scandalous. The chaste ones, the ones where lips lingered just long enough and broke into smiles. They made Asmo blush like a virgin and hide his face in vain. The kiss had started heavy sure, but it evolved into something more, something that had Asmo feeling some type of way. Thoughts that made him hasty and impulsive. Thoughts that he would still be safe within Solomon's presence.

Solomon's love tasted like whisky from a hazy Saturday night and smelt like the lingering smoke from the ghost of a fire. It lingered everywhere he touched Asmo, physically, mentally, and emotionally.

It was a lonely inn in the distance.

It was comfort.

It was home.

It asked Asmo to jump, and Asmo asked 'How high?'.

It was a continuous burning, passionate but also safe and comfortable. It wasn't looking to consume him, but rather to light up his darkness, to keep him warm.

Asmo bit his lip as Solomon's cold hands ran over his back, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Asmo didn't remember sitting up, nor did he remember coming face to face with his lover, foreheads pressed together and the breath stolen from his lungs. Solomon leaned in for one more kiss.

"May I?" he whispered against his lips.

"Darling-"

"Please?"

Solomon kissed him again and brushed gentle touches along his spine, "I want to see all of you, no one will see."

Solomon continued to whisper his request. Asmo let his eyes drift shut as he gave in. His wings unfurled from his back, fluttering as the wind tickled their membranes. And then Solomon's fingers drifted across them.

"Beautiful."

Asmo pulled away from his lover's arms, smiling as Solomon chased his lips. "Explain to me how your hands are still cold out here when it’s so nice?”

His wings fluttered before settling down in a comfortable position, “My wings have goosebumps on them.”

He plucked a few flowers next to him. Fingers weaving on their own accord. Briefly, he caught the look on Solomon's face. His cheeks started to turn the most perfect shade of pink. Of course, Asmo was certain it was a reaction to the coy expression he shot Solomon's way before turning his attention to the flowers in his lap. Humming softly to himself, he folded the stems over each other.

"That's why I have you to keep me warm," Solomon moved closer, wrapping his arms around Asmo's middle and leaning his chin on his shoulder. "You are my Eurydice, and I would follow you anywhere, even into the greatest dangers of them all."

"I think you just want to keep me as your heater."

"Can't it be both?"

Asmo let out a small trill as Solomon ran his hands up his sides, wings fluttering between their bodies. All throughout, his hands remained focused on weaving. Solomon's hands were as cold as ice, and yet they felt wonderful against his skin.

"You're cute."

"And you make the cutest little noises."

"So do you when I get you in bed."

Solomon choked as soon as the words left Asmo's mouth.

Asmo allowed one hand to leave his little project in order for him to reach up and play with Solomon's hair before sliding a finger down the side of his face and down to his chin. He turned his head to the side and smiled against Solomon's lips. "Wouldn't that fit that perfect little idea of yours? Making love to me in a perfect little cottage in a perfect little town?"

Allowing himself to take in the sight of Solomon's perfectly handsome reddening face, Asmo turned back to his little project and tied off the ends. Holding it up in the sunlight, he admired all of the tiny perfect flowers. His wings fluttered as a pleased little purr left his lips.

"Asmodeus-"

"Shush," Asmo clicked his tongue and placed the flower crown on Solomon's head, "My king needs a crown."

"You are unfair, you tease me so cruelly."

Turning around, Asmo cupped Solomon's frowning face, "But I am not too terribly cruel am I? I promise you'll get what I offered you." He leaned in and pressed another gentle kiss to his lips, thumbs running over Solomon's cheeks.

"I never deny you now, do I?"

"Not once ever."

Asmo was far from unfamiliar with sex by the time he became involved with Solomon. Even so, in the beginning their couplings had been a tiny bit clumsy, filled with shaking hands and nervous laughter. Fingers dancing across bodies, mapping every groove and valley to memorize over hours of contemplation. They had made the beginnings of their symphony together with small gasps and words of encouragement, where to direct hands, the most beautiful moans, and tiny messes marking their union on the sheets below.

Sex with Solomon was an experience. It was breathtaking and adventurous no matter how it ended up playing out. Asmodeus was willing to do it however he wanted, because sex with Solomon was a chance to be close with someone he loved. Above all, Asmo felt loved when they engaged with each other. Solomon was an attentive lover, a kind lover. His breath was always hot and shaky in Asmo’s ear.

As he looked at him now, Asmo couldn’t help but catch the tiny sparks of desperation. He wanted him, craved him like nothing he had ever wanted before, and the feelings were more than mutual.

They tripped over their heels as they made their way out of the meadow, giggling and laughing through the town. It was a dance, a chase, and Asmo’s heart was racing. He couldn’t keep the smile from spreading across his face despite the number of people they almost crashed into. Asmo had almost forgotten to reinstate his glamor with the excitement that was racing through him. Their fast paced footsteps clicked against the cobblestone before coming to an abrupt halt in front of a tiny cottage as Solomon grabbed onto his wrist.

“This one,” he nodded, fumbling with a little key in his pocket.

“You never had any intention of returning me home tonight did you?”

Solomon grinned, a few small petals falling from the crown upon his head, “Now why would I return you before spring has come?”

Of course he would continue with his references of tales from old.

The door clicked open and they were falling inside.

Falling…

And falling…

Deeper…

And deeper…

Each kiss was breathtaking.

Each touch was a fire burning brighter.

The bed was only a suggestion, and one they somehow managed to take.

The only thought that remained in his mind was Solomon’s skin against his own and the way their hands fit together so perfectly.

His breath hitched as cold fingers traveled along his sensitive regions. Fangs dug into his lip as his head arched into the pillow. Solomon smiled at him before disappearing between his legs.

Oh if those first few laps from his tongue didn't stroke a fire within Asmo's core.

His thighs squished against his lover's face and his hands went to grab for his silver locks. But Solomon was quick as he lifted himself from his meal.

"I need room to work," he chuckled, pushing Asmo's thighs back down.

"And here I thought you were desperate to cum."

"I can't enjoy a snack?"

"Excuse you! I am at least a full course meal."

Solomon hummed and kissed his inner thigh, "That you are my Dear."

Instead of going back to where Asmo so desperately wanted him, Solomon continued to kiss and nip along his thigh, and down his leg, right to the tips of his toes.

Asmo gave him a small kick, not enough to hurt him, just enough to grab his attention, "Hello, Mr. Hot-and-Bothered, you've got me all hot and bothered back up here."

Solomon gestured towards his throbbing cock, standing proudly as attention between his legs, "You have had me like this, on and off, all week. I think you'll survive if I pamper you for a bit."

Now that was a word Asmo liked.

He laid back down on the pillow and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of Solomon's lips as they passed over his skin. The way his fingertips played with the strip of highly maintained hair made him shudder. His glamor dropped once more now that there was no risk of being seen by others. He didn't need to cause that type of scene on what was supposed to be a romantic getaway.

He could feel the shape of each hickey Solomon left on his inner thighs, how he would come close to where Asmo wanted him the most just to quickly evade him seconds later. He was throbbing, pulsing, and he wanted nothing more than to have Solomon inside him.

Asmo wiggled his hips and started to thread his fingers through Solomon's hair. He appreciated that Solomon enjoyed foreplay, but he was starting to get antsy.

"Do you want to feel my tongue light you ablaze My Queen?"

Asmo shuddered. Solomon using his mother tongue was playing dirty.

"I would rather feel your cock split me open."

His own words fumbled a bit due to an unexpected, and particularly pleasurable, flick from Solomon's tongue against his most sensitive regions

"But I do love pleasuring you with my tongue," Solomon's hand ran up Asmo's stomach and his breath hitched, "It is pleasurable for me."

"Solomon-"

"But if you'd rather have my magic meat wand rearrange your insides-"

The speed at which Asmo grabbed a pillow and smacked Solomon over the head was almost unbelievable.

"Don't. Hide. Your. Terrible. Terrible. Words. Behind. A. Beautiful. Language!"

Solomon cackled with each accented smack of the pillow to his form.

"And yet you're still turned on."

"I will leave."

Solomon wrapped his arms around his hips and pressed kisses to his side. It was a plea to stay, knowing Asmo would never leave. Asmo tried to stay mad, he really did but when Solomon climbed up his side and caressed his wings. He let out a tiny content trill as Solomon reached the crook of his neck.

"Have you ever seen a magic cock crow?"

Asmo couldn't help but snort.

"Well I don't have that but I can show you how it spurts."

"Solomon!"

Asmo squealed, but his partner held him close.

"And I'm about to cock-a-doodle do you."

"You're not gonna cock-a-do anyone if you get me laughing too hard!"

Solomon grinned and used his other hand to lift Asmo's leg slightly.

"Then may my cock enter the hen house?"

Asmo hummed in thought. The squeal that left Solomon when Asmo grabbed his manhood filled him with nothing but pleasure.

"You know, they also have cows with the hens too, so how about I milk you for all your worth?" Watching Solomon's face darken was all Asmo needed to know he had the reins again. "And they all have to breed too."

Solomon adored him no matter what form he took, and that was part of why Asmo adored him so much.

A hiss and a soft 'fuck' left Solomon's mouth as Asmo started to stroke him. He could feel his partner thrust up into his soft hand, the tip of his cock brushing against where Asmo wanted him the most.

Asmo was in control.

He squeezed his partner's cock and brought it closer to his entrance, allowing Solomon to feel the warmth that could be enveloping him.

"So," Asmo pushed the head in a little further, "Make love to me?"

Asmo loved the way they felt when they were in union with each other. Solomon filled him in the most perfect way, his fluttering walls grabbing onto him and making his human moan.

Milky legs wrapped around the sorcerer, controlling his movements and pulling him in deeper. Solomon was going at his pace, going in as deep as Asmo needed him to to reach all those wonderful spots that had him moaning.

Solomon was panting and whimpering in his ear and it was driving Asmo insane. He couldn't help but nip at Solomon's neck. If Solomon could leave hickeys on his thighs, then his neck was fair game. His fangs always brought shudders out of Solomon.

His hips stuttered and Asmo squealed, back arching off of the mattress.

It was so domestic and hot. Asmo didn't realize two things could be true at once. Lucifer had expected him home, instead he was here, out past curfew and being one with the man he adored more than anything.

The little jokes.

The laughter enhancing the pleasure.

Asmo just wanted to hold him close and stay joined with him forever.

Solomon reached a hand between his legs and Asmo gasped.

"I want you to feel just as good as I do," Solomon breathed, switching to his mother tongue once more, "I want to feel you finish with me."

As if he needed to ask. Asmo tangled on hand into the back of his hair and gripped hard, their thrusts remained steady and precise.

This was personal.

This was sacred.

Asmo felt loved.

Asmo felt secure.

A sharp gasp left his lips and his thighs tightened around Solomon. He could feel that lovely heat reaching its peak. It made him squirm under Solomon to a point where it was his human’s turn to steady him. That lovely pace was becoming agonizing in terms of speed, and he let Solomon know with little nips to his shoulder. On one hand he wanted to reach his orgasm, but on the other hand-

Solomon’s hand sped up along with his thrusts, but only slightly.

Tears started to prick at his eyes as an overwhelming feeling consumed him. It came out of nowhere, smacked into him like a freight train, and became more powerful the closer he came to his orgasm.

“I love you. I love you so much,” Asmo’s words came out softly, softer than he realized what his voice was capable of. Solomon met his gaze and that was when he lost it. It took him a moment to realize that Solomon was also crying, and through the tears there was laughter. There still wasn’t a name for that feeling, but it was mutual and Asmodeus adored it.

Soon after, Asmo finally felt himself tilt over the edge, an airy moan pouring out of his pretty lips. Solomon was soon after, Asmo’s fluttering insides driving him over the edge. With a groan Solomon emptied himself inside of him, giving a few more thrusts before slowing to a stop.

They remained connected, enjoying the feeling of being connected, being one. Asmo squeezed, fearing that if he let him go that Solomon would disappear forever, that he would wake up only to discover that all of this had been nothing but a dream.

No words passed between them. Instead their lips met in a gentle embrace furthering their connection.

“I love you too.”

****

The light he woke up to was the first sign. He had never made it back home to the Devildom. A mourning dove sang its haunting melody from outside the window. He took in the room for the first time. It was cozy, small, and had the most intricate wooden trimming Asmo had ever seen. The sheets were a soft pale blue, he almost would have mistaken it for a gray. They were cool, a perfect contrast to how hot he had felt last night. From somewhere in the room amongst scattered clothing, he heard his phone buzz. He didn’t need to look at the screen to know Lucifer had sent him an inconceivable number of text messages. He would certainly be in for a rather long lecture upon his return.

And he wouldn’t be the only one.

An arm made its way around his middle.

“Stay with me.”

Asmo twisted so that their lips could meet. Solomon was an eager kisser, always one to chase lips and seek out physical affection in private. He was an adorable man, and he was his adorable man. Asmo was smiling into the kiss. What he wouldn’t give to stay in this moment, to stay with his human.

“Lucifer is going to kill you, and lock me in my room for the next millenia,” Asmo whispered in between kisses.

“Then stay. Stay where he can’t reach you.”

“You know I can’t do that,” Asmo pressed one last lingering kiss to his lips before tracing his hand over his cheek, “He’s my family and I love him.”

Solomon’s face fell as he pulled Asmo’s hand to his lips. There was a certain sadness in his eyes that broke Asmo’s heart. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to stay, he did, but he also didn’t want to leave his brothers worried especially not Lucifer.

“Then I shall just follow you.”

Solomon smiled against his skin, “For I am no better than Paris, and I would follow you anywhere, even if it meant certain disaster.”

“You stop that.”

Solomon seemed stunned at his words, eyes wide and staring at Asmo who’s brows were furrowed and dawned a rather serious expression on his face.

“You keep comparing us to tragedies. I don’t like that.”

“They’re all considered love stories Asmodeus.”

“I know, but are any of them happy? Did any of them end up happy? Don’t they all involve some sort of depressing something or other-?”

Solomon snorted, “Depressing something or other-?”

“Well it’s true!” Asmo stood fast in what he did, “Paris died and Helen married some asshole, Orpheus couldn’t save Eurydice, and Hades and Persephone can only see each other for six months out of the year like some weird divorced couple where they don’t want to be divorced but they’re like forced to be. And I don’t want any of that to be us. I actually want this to go well.”

His face softened and tears pricked at his eyes once more as he stared deep into Solomon’s soul, “You are, without a doubt, one of the best things that has ever happened to me Solomon, this is one of the healthiest things that I have ever had. I can’t lose you, because if I do-”

Solomon shushed him and held him close, letting Asmo listen to the steady drum of his heartbeat.

“I see what you mean, I want this to last too Asmodeus. You are an absolute delight and a beautiful shining light in my life,” he hesitated for a moment, biting his lip, debating whether he would actually decide to speak into existence the desires the ran through his mind, “I would- I would very much enjoy if this could be my life with you one day. To come home to your arms every day would be bliss for me.”

Asmo looked up at him. He was so nervous. It was rare to see his witty sorcerer squirm like he was now. He had borne something so vulnerable to him, and now it was completely in Asmo’s hands.

“One day,” Asmo promised quietly, “I would love to make our little house-play permanent, and one day we will. I’m not the one you need to convince.”

Lucifer would not take it well if Asmo dropped that he was moving in with a man he was less than fond of. He would take it even worse if he received the news over text with Asmo already moved in. Asmo liked Solomon in tact and would prefer it if he weren’t strewn into tiny pieces all over the House of Lamentation.

The grin on Solomon’s face could light up the entirety of the Devildom and Asmo could only squeal as he was bombarded with a flurry of kisses. The laugh Solomon let out was beyond joyous, and it was contagious.

“Then I am going to do my absolute best to convince him, so that we can have our perfect little cottage on the end of town,” Solomon promised, “And then we can start a perfect little life together. Until then, do you think you could stay for a while longer? I’m not quite done playing house with you, even if it’s just for a little while longer.”

Asmo thought briefly about all the notifications on his phone, about what could possibly await him for when he eventually had to return home. It would no doubt ruin the perfect mood that he was currently swimming in. But oh the look on Solomon’s face. He was nothing but an adorable puppy in Solomon’s eyes, a puppy that he simply couldn’t ignore.

What harm could exist in staying just a little longer?

It would be wonderful practice for his future.

“I could see myself staying for a little while longer, especially if I get to continue to enjoy my time with you.”

Solomon’s excitement was palpable. A trill left somewhere from the back of Asmo’s throat as he was scooped up and carried out to the kitchen. He couldn’t help but admire his Solomon, the charm of his smile, the strong shape of his jawline, the pact marks that littered his body.

This could really be his life one day couldn’t it?

Mornings spent naked without the slightest ounce of sexual intent, forehead kisses while they waited for coffee and tea to brew, chilly mornings outside the cottage quietly curled up together as they sipped on their cups. Steam rising into the air as the sun cast light on the first tiny drops of morning dew on the grass beneath their feet. Wild flowers hung haphazardly in their hair, plucked from the ground without a word and stuck wherever they would stay.

This life was his.

One day, he would spend all of his mornings like this.

Loved.

Content.

Cared for.

All the while, the mourning dove continued to sing, and hidden somewhere in the trees with a nest and a solitary egg. Soon a second one joined. A simple call and response between two lifelong partners haunting the quiet morning with their lingering melody carried in the light breeze that was traveling through, content with each other, and hidden from the rest of the world.

#asmobdc23 #obey me #solodeus #soloasmo #asmosolo #solasmo #solomon x asmodeus #obey me solomon #obey me solodeus

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ruewrites · 1 year

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Icarus and His Memories of the Sun

AO3

Ship: Solomon/Asmo (They pop in, but Mammon is the focus)

Word Count: 2552

Warnings: ANGST

Summary: The memories of a loved one never truly leave, and Mammon is always revisited by the sun in the early hours of the morning.

A/N: I had to get this out. I missed our (mine and @leviathanswingman ) next gen! au and I wanted to give Mammon a little bit of the spotlight. Yes, Treasure's other parent is dead. Sorry about that. So you have single dad Mammon!

Mammon bolted upright in a cold sweat. He couldn't catch his breath. He was drowning in the air around him. It was the same dream, the same terror, the same damned memory he was doomed to repeat.

Over

And over

And over again.

Wiping wet eyes, he stared at the clock ticking away on the wall.

2 AM

It was almost laughable how consistent it was. The same hour, the same dream. Every. Damn. Time. He stretched out, turning his focus to the ceiling and listened. Then his ears twitched. Well, he wouldn't need to struggle to find distractions tonight. Rising from the bed he left his room and went into the kitchen just in time to hear a rather loud crash.

"Lily!"

"Sorry! I can't reach it!"

His niece and his own kiddo, still awake when they should be tucked away. Couldn’t say he was surprised. After all, look at who they were related to. He had his niece for the weekend, so her dads could have a lil 'date' time. And from the looks of both of them, they needed it. It was nice to spend alone time with your partner when you could grab it, Mammon knew this.

So, the lil trouble makers were his for the weekend.

"And just what are you troublemakers up to?" he leaned against the wall, looking down at the two youngsters.

"Lily was hungry! We just wanted to get a snack."

"Treasure was hungry too!"

Mammon sighed, "Come on now, ain't it a lil late for you guys to be up? You wanna be big strong demons right?"

"But Unkie Dia says we need to eat good food to be big and strong," Lilith's lil brow furrowed in confusion at the perceived contradiction.

“Yeah, and you need sleep so all the lil tiny men can use that food to build ya bigger and stronger.”

Now it was Treasure’s turn to contradict him, “Nuh uh!”

“Ya huh.”

“Who says?”

“I says.”

“Why?”

“Cus’ I’m a grown up and that’s how the world works kiddo.”

Ruffling Treasure’s hair Mammon reached down to pick up some of the discarded items off the floor. He was a little bit of a hypocrite, sending the two tykes off to bed while he would be staying up for hours to come. That's usually how his schedule went. Sometimes he'd check up on Treasure before he started. Fighting between forgetting about the terrors and wanting to live in the past just a second longer.

"Can't we stay up longer Unkie Mam Mam? Please?"

"Please? We'll go to bed right after!"

Both of them had a hold of one of his legs, no chance of freedom in sight. Both of them were giving him the biggest puppy eyes they could muster.

Mammon had a choice on his hands.

He could be a responsible adult and do the responsible thing and send the lil ones off to bed. That's what he should do in all honesty…

Or, he could have company for once, instead of sitting in the dark on his own.

Fuck it.

"Aight, you win," Mammon sighed, "But Lilith, you can't tell your Papa about this. I don't need him givin me lip about letting you stay up. And Treasure don't think this means you can stay up late all the time."

“I’ll stay up as late as I want!”

Mammon snorted. Sure they would. A ‘responsible’ dad would probably say something about that, but Mammon knew his kid. Treasure was a good kid, and under normal circumstances they were out like a light by 8, even if they tried to fight it. That would change when they were older, but for now he didn’t have to worry about them being out past midnight. Right now he didn’t have to worry about them being like him. Right now they were just little Treasure.

But he could think about that all at a later point in time. Right now he had two hungry kiddos who also needed to go to bed.

Picking up a bag of chips off the ground that the duo had dropped, Mammon fished a bowl out of one of the cabinets and grabbed another bag of fish crackers before taking a seat on the couch. Little hands could barely wait for him to pour their treats into the bright red plastic bowl on the coffee table.

“Can we watch the pony movie again?” Lilith asked, putting a handful of treats in her mouth, “The one where they go see the fishy ponies!”

“Isn’t that the only movie you two have watched this weekend?”

“It’s Lily’s favorite right now.”

Mammon chuckled. Of course it was her favorite. According to Asmo, Lilith had developed a little bit of a fixation on fish and the ocean. So, a movie with pretty ponies and pony mermaids in the ocean with pretty fish? Yeah, that seemed like it would be something that was right up his niece’s alley.

“I just gotta get Mr. Fishy, so don’t start it yet okay?”

“Aight Lilith, I won’t start it yet,” Mammon promised as the little girl ran down the hall, “But hurry back before I get too tired to push the buttons!”

“Daddy can you hold the snacks?” Treasure asked, crawling up on the couch to push themselves right next to Mammon.

“Well, aren’t you both putting me to work this evening?”

“It’s because you’re my Daddy.”

Before Mammon could respond Lilith ran back up into the room and crawled right up next to Mammon on the couch, Mr. Fishy in tow. “Okay! I’m ready now!”

As soon as the movie started, both kids quieted down, completely mesmerized by the images on the screen. The only noise aside from the television was the occasional munching of snacks before them. The silence allowed Mammon to slip back into the thoughts he’s been having beforehand, the ones that came to kiss him awake ever since that terrible day.

He’d fallen hard. That was undeniable.

The other undeniable fact was that they had been perfect together, and Treasure was the proof of that. Treasure had been the proof of their love ever since they made their presence known, and Mammon made sure he gave that love back to them ever since.

But now he was having doubts.

Was he still able to give Treasure back all of that love with what he was going through now?

He’d never fallen as hard as he had.

His partner and him had been twin flames, and they burned gloriously and uncontrolled. Maybe that had been his undoing in the end.

He was like Icarus, kissed by the sun in all of her golden glory. And her burn lingered within him even as he crashed into the ocean below, still suffocating with every breath he took. Mammon was smoldering and aching, but he was trying to claw his way back out of the depth to kindle the tiny embers he had into their own little flame. It was his job to protect them, he wanted to protect them, but some days the ache tore him apart. It ripped from his ribcage, exposing him at his core.

Through it all he had to wonder, was it all enough?

Treasure had lost someone just as important to them.

Was Mammon acting too selfish with his pain?

Was he doing enough for them?

Would it be enough to make the golden sun proud?

Was he doing good by that last promise?

Time had stopped existing for him. The world had frozen for him and continued on for everyone else. It was like someone else had a remote and continued to press stop and start throughout his life ever since that day. He hadn’t realized that he’d zoned out of the movie, he never realized when he zoned out.

“Daddy?” Treasure’s little yawn finally snapped him away from his thoughts, “Why are you crying?”

Shit.

“Ah, I guess the movie just kinda got to me this time around kiddo.”

It was a little white lie, but now wasn’t the time to discuss all of the things running through Mammon’s head.

Lilith had drifted off next to him, Mr. Fishy gripped tightly in her little arms and a goldfish in her tiny fist. Mammon turned off the TV, and stood picking up Lilith as he did so. “Let’s get you and your cousin to bed, kay?”

Treasure held on to his hand tight all the way down the hall, up until the moment he tucked them both in, kissing both of their foreheads. Just as he was about to leave, Treasure grabbed onto his face. Their little thumbs wiped under his eyes.

“Don’t cry Daddy, it was just a movie okay?”

Mammon could have laughed. They were a sweet kid, and he knew where they got that from.

“Alright kiddo, I won’t cry.”

He tried to pull away, but Treasure wouldn’t let go.

“Can you stay? Please?”

Mammon couldn’t say no to that face. So, that was how he ended up on the floor with a pillow and blanket, arm cramping as Treasure held onto his hand. But there were four tiny words that made it all worth it.

“I love you Daddy.”

In that moment, Mammon knew he must’ve been doing something right.

“Love you too Treasure.”

***

“Daddy! Papa!”

Lilith flew into Solomon’s waiting arms. Her fluffy wings fluttered wildly and little squeals left her lips as the human spun her and Mr. Fishy around.

Mammon had to admit, despite Lucifer’s hesitations and protests, Asmo picked a winner.

Asmo offered a little wave from his perch against the doorway. He looked the most relaxed Mammon had ever seen him wearing a washed out pair of mom jeans and one of Solomon’s sweaters. He pecked Lilith’s cheek once Solomon brought her close and tucked a piece of stray hair behind her ear.

“Can Lily come over again next weekend?” Treasure asked without a single bit of hesitation.

“We’ll see,” Solomon stepped in, “Or perhaps you could come over here. Oh! I almost forgot, I was able to make a new enchantment, how would you like to take a look at it while your Daddy and Uncle Asmo talk for a bit?”

Solomon gave Asmo a look that he couldn’t quite read, and it was gone all too fast.

“Can I touch it?”

“Maybe not-”

Those were the last words Mammon could make out as the trio wandered further into the house towards Solomon’s study.

He met Asmo’s gaze and his brother gestured him inside, “Tea? I made an extra cup.”

“How could I resist a free beverage from my little brother?”

“I mean, I could dump it down the sink instead,” Asmo chirped, making his way to the kitchen table, “Ya know, for funsies!”

But Asmo never dumped the drink down the sink, instead he pushed a cup closer to where Mammon sat and even included a cookie. If anything, Asmo was certainly in a good mood. Of course Asmo was in a good mood. He had a completely uninterrupted weekend with his boyfriend, the father of his child. Solomon and Asmo were close, and Asmo always looked like he was floating after a weekend with Solomon.

Asmo was no Icarus like him.

Asmo was goddam Aphrodite.

And Solomon worshiped him with every breath he had.

“So, Solomon serious about Treasure spending a weekend with you guys?”

Aphrodite let her slender lashes brush her cheeks as the cup met her lips, “Well, Solomon and I were talking-”

“You two had time to talk?”

Those golden eyes snapped open with fire, “I will dump your tea down the sink.”

Icarus threw his head back and cackled. Always one to play with danger. “Kidding! I’m kidding. So you and your magic lover were talking?”

With a sigh Asmo set his cup down and recollected himself. “Anyways, yes, Solomon and I were talking and we thought- well I thought- it might be nice for us to keep Treasure for a weekend. You know, so you could get out.”

Mammon froze. He knew where this was going.

“Asmo-”

“There are a few single parents at some of the groups I’ve been going to. They ask if I have any single brothers.”

“Asmo-”

“And when is the last time you’ve been on a date? I mean I know I usually say, but you can be a catch Mammon! Plus it’s super not like you to be cooped up and all alone like that.”

Mammon couldn’t bring himself to say a thing. Instead he just sat there, gripping his cup tightly and staring at his muddled reflection in the tea. An emotion that he couldn’t quite name bubbled up inside of him, but it was molten and bitter.

“People are into the whole single dilf thing! You could make it work-”

“Being a single ‘dilf’ comes with having a kid Asmo.”

Asmo froze.

“Well of course-”

“A kid I gotta think about.”

Despite all the spats he’d had with him in the past, Mammon had never been as sharp with Asmo as he was in this moment. The worst part was, he knew it was coming from a place of good intention, but shouldn’t that timing be for him to decide?

Asmo looked away, “Well of course, I never meant to imply-”

“And I gotta think about how Treasure would feel about it too. I can’t just up and move on, I don’t know how Treasure would feel and I just-!”

Mammon took in a breath. He was back in the ocean again, molten wax clinging to his back. He couldn’t breathe.

Things were silent for a long while.

“I just-” Asmo’s voice was so soft, “I’m worried about you Mammon.”

Their eyes met.

“You don’t talk about it.”

Mammon considered ripping his gaze away again.

“At least, take the idea into consideration, yeah?” Asmo pushed again, “Even if you wanna hang out with lil ol’ me, we can leave Solomon with the kids and we can go to the clubs! Like good old times!”

Mammon raised a brow. “You’d leave Solomon alone with the kids?”

“I’ll order them pizza. He’s wonderful as long as he isn’t in charge of cooking or making his daughter eat broccoli instead of chicken nuggets.”

That drew a bark of a laugh out of Mammon. He could just picture Solomon struggling with that little girl. He already had a hard time saying no to Asmo, and Lilith had inherited both his puppy dog eyes and stubborn nature.

“Alright then, maybe I can take you up on that.”

“Daddy!” Mammon turned his head in the direction of Treasure’s voice, “Daddy come look! You gotta see what Uncle Sully did!”

Mammon downed the rest of his tea and stood up from the table, “Alright kiddo I’m commin.”

Right before he could leave, Asmo’s hand on his shoulder stopped him.

“Mammon?”

He stopped.

“You’re doing great.”

Mammon’s throat went tight. He was frozen once again. He let his eyes close and took in a breath.

“Thanks Asmo, that- that means a lot.”

Maybe he wasn’t doing such a terrible job after all. Maybe, just maybe he could make her proud.

And for the briefest of moments Icarus swore he could feel the gentle embrace of the sun against his skin.

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