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piercedddriver · 4 months

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A solodeus fanart for @asmosmainhoe

This was done only in a couple hours so it’s not my best work haha

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boxbusiness · 2 months

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Plot Twist: Solomon wasn't seen for a week after

#obey me #fanart #comic #solodeus #asmodeus #solomon

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barkquad · 2 years

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solodeus for the soul

#my art #myart #art #digital art #procreate #fanart #artwork #obey me fanart #obey me solomon #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo fanart #asmo obey me #obey me solodeus #solodeus #om! asmodeus #asmo x solomon #solomon x asmodeus

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2many-art · 1 year

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Summoning in progress

#🌃.art #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fanart #obey me solomon #obey me solodeus

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succubuskinky · 1 year

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Solomon x every demon is my ship (?

#obey me fanart #obey me solomon #obey me asmodeus #obey me solodeus

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numberonenat · 6 months

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tumblr is making me like solotan. love even…

my solodeus heart is divided now, fellas.

solotan fanart in the way? maybe?

#what do i do now……..#me and my friend were literally planing a solodeus cosplay date #how will I tell him that i may like solotan more?#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me!#om!#om! nightbringer #obey me asmodeus #solomon obey me #obey me satan #solodeus #solotan #solomon x asmodeus #solomon x satan

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counterfeitjester · 2 years

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And and and dsdndmes they they were boyfriends and one listens to the other go on and on while playing with the other hair and silently acknowledging them djdhdnrtr

#solodeus #soloasmo #obeymefanart #obey me fanart #solomon #om! asmodeus #obey me asmodues #asmodues #om! solomon #obey me solomon

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plush-rabbit · 3 years

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Roses and Silk in Fisted Hands

Request: I can't stop imagining Asmo teaching an inexperienced MC how to give head and properly deepthroat as he sucks off Solomon so MC can see what to do. And then Asmo helps MC as MC sucks Solomon off and just.... Asmo having sexy times with his favorite humans is so good and MC being inexperienced while Asmo and Solomon certainly have a lot of experience under their belts is yes.

Word Count: 3.8K A/N: I as going through my ask box so a few oldies will be coming out (also fem!reader, or well afab reader!) - Asmodeus sits on his knees in front of you, his silk robe loosely tied showing the top of his breasts, his skin soft and perfect as he moves closer to you. His hands are gentle as they cup your cheeks, his lips are pulled into a soft frown that makes you feel all that much worse. His thumbs swipe under your eyes, catching a stray tear that has fallen and his hand leaves your face, leaving you cold and empty. You watch as he moves his hand to his parted lips, his thumb lays flat on his tongue as he slowly closes it around his thumb, slowly sucking on the taste of your tears. Your mouth waters as your stomach twists when his thumb leaves his mouth with a pop. “Don’t make that face, my love,” he murmurs, the hand on your face falling to clutch on your hand. “It’s okay to be bad at things.” He makes a pained face when you turn away, your hand on his holding tighter to him. “I- That came out wrong. You’re new to this. It’s not like porn where everyone is suddenly good at blowjobs.”

You turn to him, sniffling and rubbing the back of your hand against the tip of your nose. “But I should be good at it. I’m with you,” you gasp out, shame flooding your body and burning hotter than anything you’ve ever felt before. “I should be able to do the things that you like.” He laughs softly, shaking his head at you. “You're not expected to do anything. I’m a demon, dear, and while there are things that I’m willing to do, I rather have you comfortable with everything.” The comforter under him makes a soft sound as he slides his legs to bend at the side, with your hand still in his, you hold tightly onto it, not daring to let go. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart.” “I know,” you sigh. You know that reality is different from what they show in films, but you still can’t help but feel insecure. Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust, is your partner and you don’t judge whatever his body count might be, but you know that along the line, he must have had some memorable experiences with former lovers. You feel as if you’re put on the spot, that his moans are more exaggerated in order to make you feel better, that he isn’t enjoying his time with you. Tears brim your eye, and a sharp inhale has his arms around you as he pulls you close to him. The silk is soft against your body, touching at your neck and it’s ruined under your hands as your hands grasp onto his back, bunching the fabric together. “My love, it’s okay.” His voice is beside your ear and his words are calming, making a flood of warmth rush through your body. “Do you want to know why I called you here?” You nod your head, nuzzling yourself further into his neck, catching hints of rose and ambrette making your breath thick and mind fill with a thin haze. “I know how insecure you humans can be, and I wanted to help you-” he pulls away, his index under your chin and lightly pushing your head upwards to face him- “you know, ease your nerves a bit.” You don’t want to lose contact with him, your hands going up to circle around his forearm, clinging onto him tightly. The smile on his face is sweet, pulled up by the corners and his eyes crinkling in a way that is love and lust intertwined. Your breath is stuck in your throat. It’s passion in his eyes, something intense that makes it hypnotic to look at him for too long. “You’re going to show me?” You ask slowly, your tongue flashing out to lick at your already dry lips. He nods, and you follow his head with your own. Lust incarnate is powerful. Asmodeus may be the fifth brother, but you mustn’t forget that it’s his sin that makes him strong, that him being fifth still makes him powerful. He’s above you in all sorts of ways. Your own God that you can date. Your own God that plays with your tender, pliable body as if it were a toy made just for him. He’s hypnotic, more so than anyone else will ever be. He may not mean to put you in this trance, but it’s so easy to fall for him, to give in and salivate for the breath-taking view in front of you. So pure and sinful all at one, his silk robe is a soft pink that clings loosely to his skin that is free of any marks, but his teeth are sharp, meant to pierce into your skin, his hands soft but strong enough to push you to the ground and hold you steady. “Asmo,” you gasp, “too strong.” Your core is hot, heating and thick trails of arousal cling to your underwear. It’s harder to breathe, like you’re gasping for air under the crushing weight of the sky above, your face darkening and nails pressed against his skin. His teeth flash in a smile, canines glinting under his light, and teeth that capture his pink tongue, so thick and slender. You’ve never been envious of teeth before, but you'd give anything to capture his tongue in your mouth. “Sorry, love.” And just like that, it’s easier to breathe, easier to think and look at him. And just like that, your worries have returned. “I was just trying to help.” There’s no use in worrying about that, so you nod your head. “What are you going to show me?” He smiles and tilts his head with a raised brow. “I mean- on what?” He

shakes his head and the look in his eyes is devious. Your stomach drops. “Who?” You ask in a whisper, hoping that he’ll shake his head again. He gives a curt nod. “Bingo.” His smile is that of a Cheshire cat, wide and full of something that you don’t know. You cry his name, and are only able to make it past the first syllable before he shakes his head. “Come on, it won't be bad, I promise. I’m going to show you what to do and then afterwards, you’re going to practice while I help.” Your hands reach upwards to cover your face. “That’s the entire definition of bad, ‘Mo,” you whine. “It’s embarrassing.” Shame fills you knowing that Asmodeus had to resort to finding someone to help you, but it’s even worse knowing that Asmodeus will be the one to show you. Realization hits you like cold water against your back. Your hands lower as you glower at him, your hands fisted together. “You’re going to be practicing on someone?” He gives a soft exhale as his lips turn into a smile. “Who?” “Does it help if it’s not a stranger?” He says in a coquettish tone, his hands reaching towards you, unfurling your fisted hands. Your eyes widen and as if it were all planned down to the time, there’s a knock at the door. You hiss his name and he ignores you, turning his head with his hands already undoing the loose knot on his robe. “Come in, Solomon!” He says with a lilt, his hands now clasped together. The door opens without a creak and the sorcerer steps in with a friendly smile, greeting you and promptly removing his shoes and clothing. You make a sound and turn your head away, flames licking at the shell of your ears. “Oh? Have you not told them yet?” Solomon asks, the question clearly directed at the only one who had planned this all. “Just did.” Asmodeus looks at his nails, a pout on his lips. “My color is chipping. Sweetheart, will you remind me to touch up on it afterwards?” He rolls his shoulders, slowly removing his robe and letting the silk pool around him. “Come on, Solomon,” he whines, “I want to show them how good I am at everything.” Your name is called and you can only offer measly hum in response. “You know that Asmo did this to me once too, right?” The bed dips and you look at Solomon who sits on the bed, nude with his cock semi-hard. “He is everything but classy.” A hand swats at his thigh and Solomon laughs, fixing himself against the pillows and holding his cock in his hand, slowly jerking himself until Asmodeus grabs his hand and removes it with his. “At least you know me. He had it done with someone who I hadn’t even known.” “You should have seen him, love.” Asmodeus turns back to you, a lovely blush already spoiling his cheeks. “He was panting and all spent. I can’t wait to share the fun with you!” He lowers himself, beckoning you over with a hand to watch from the side. “Remember to watch and take notes, okay?” A sweet smile flashes to you, and you watch with wide eyes as Asmodeus swallows Solomon’s cock. It’s erotic and hard to take your eyes off of something that is so intimate and sexual. The noises that escape Solomon’s are enough to make you pinch your thighs together. Is that how lustful Asmodeus should sound? On the other hand, hearing your demon sound anything less than beautiful makes something twist inside of you and heat with flames. His moans have always been sultry, so heavy and sweet that it never occurred to you, that he could ever make a sound so deep and anything less than the usual beauty you are allowed to look at. It’s beautiful in a twisted way that makes it nearly impossible to keep your hands away from your own sex and you can’t focus on what you should, instead watching their faces pinch in pleasure and curses fill the room, hands hold onto each other and you feel so vile for watching something like this and getting turned on. You bite the inside of your cheeks, breathing harshly through your nose as you hear the absolute pornographic sounds fill the room. As sudden as it started, it ended just as quick. Snuffed out by Solomon’s orgasm. Asmodeus, swipes his tongue from one of the

corners of his lips to the other, and he smiles as he places the thumb inside of his mouth. Solomon turns his head over to you, his smile loose and face reddened. You watch as his legs move, turning over as he starts to move towards you, coming to a still as he’s faced with you. “Am I allowed to touch?” Solomon asks, his eyes on Asmodeus who only shrugs in response, jerking his head over to you. “Ah, of course. I just remember how possessive you could be.” His brown eyes flitter over to you, and he smiles apologetically at you. “Am I allowed to touch you?” You nod, clearing your throat. “Yes-” you roll your shoulders- “I’m already going to suck on your cock, you might as well be allowed to touch me.” You smile nervously at him, your hands toying with the bottom edge of your shirt. “Great,” Solomon says eagerly. He reaches forward, a murmur under his lips as he hands grab at your shirt and in the same moment, your shirt is gone, breaking into pieces of fabric that fall beside you, only to combine together into your shirt. You gasp, a question already on your tongue, before he cuts you off. “Magic,” is his simple reply, his mouth quickly latching onto your nipple, a free hand going to cup at your neglected breast. You gasp, your hands coming up in front of you, fingers curled and a deep blush heating your face. He hums in response, his tongue flicking around your pert nipple, softly suckling on your chest, while the other hand tweaks at the dry nipple. “If it hasn’t been made clear,” Asmodeus starts, his hands coming behind yours, “you’re allowed to touch him too. Isn’t that right, Solomon?” The sorcerer hums in response, pulling away with a string of salvia attached to your nipple, and he blows cool air against you. You gasp and your hands are curved above Solomon’s silvery hair. His teeth nip at the swollen bud, pulling gently against it, and your hands curl and knit into his hair. “Don’t be afraid to be rough with them Solomon, they’re into it.” There’s a sickly sweet scent that lingers on Solomon’s cock as you're brought down to it. Your nose bumps against it, pushing it forward and even though Asmodeus has brought relief to the sorcerer he still stands tall. Your mouth opens, your tongue peeking past as you give a long stripe to the underside of his cock. He groans in appreciation and your mouth circles over the tip of his cock, the scent much stronger, and muskier than Asmodeus and something salty beads against your tongue. A slender hand touches a bare thigh and your face flushes, your heart beating rapidly and arousal so strong and thick inside of you that the thought of sucking the cock in front of you has you dripping. Lust has invaded, making your mind grow foggy and inhibitions drunk, and you swallow the cock, half of it your mouth as your drool spills out and drips onto the base. Asmodeus’s hand is curved over the back of your head, keeping you down to Solomon’s base. His pubic hair tickles at your nose, saliva dripping down his cock and tears pricking at your eyes. Your muscles clench, your core growing hot as one of Asmodeus’s hands smooths down your spine. Your hands are clenched over Solomon’s thighs, nails digging into his skin and you moan, wiggling your bottom in an attempt to tell them that you need air. A hand knots into your hair and you’re lifted up, and granted a breath before being lowered back onto Solomon’s cock. “Through your nose, love.” Asmodeus tells you, bobbing your head up and down. “Remember, you only get to breathe when he fills that pretty, little mouth of yours with his semen.” “A bit cruel of you, Asmo,” Solomon grunts, kicking his thigh upwards. “I think they deserve to breathe just a little.” Your hair is released, a stinging sensation left that tickles on your scalp, only to dull in pain when a different hand threads through your hair. “Well, you’re in control now. If you’d like to let them up for air, well be my guest,” Asmodeus quips, leaning over you. His weight is heavy, his skin thin with sweat as he presses his face close to Solomon’s. You don’t come up for air

and you’re left moaning around Solomon’s cock as the head of it is pressed against your throat. “Well, I guess we’re both cruel. Isn’t that right, my king?” Your tongue licks against a vein, your teeth brushing against it as he grunts. “Fuck,” he curses, slowly moving his hips. “What a good mouth you have.” His hand holds down your head, dragging you up and down, letting his head fit deep into your mouth, pushing against your throat as you gag. Tears fill your eyes, burning and blinding you to his cock. “Hold it,” he hisses. A moment passes. The two. Then three. And in that short amount of time, your lungs have begun to burn and he pulls out, allowing you a gasp of air until he rams his cock back inside your mouth, fucking you harshly until the sound of your gagging is filling the air. Your name leaves his tongue in rushed breaths, his hands and hips stilling enough for you to bob on your own as you take in as much of his cock as you can. Something thick slides down your throat, slowly until it’s filling your mouth and you’re choking, pleading for air, only to be pushed further down the cock, letting the semen slide down your throat. You’re brought up, your chin wet and thick with spit, face hot as you gasp for air. “My, my,” Solomon says, his smile wide as he brings up a hand to curve over your neck. “You learn quick, don’t you?” “Ah, ah,” Asmodeus says, his hands on your sides, as he pulls you close. “I’ve taught you better manners than that, Solomon. What do we say?” Solomon lets out a small laugh, his face gentle as he leans close to yours. “Of course,” he says softly, “my apologies. Thank you,” he whispers your name, before closing the gap, his lips pressed against yours, and you greedily open your mouth, your hand reaching out to cock while the other wraps around his neck, bringing him closer to you. A slender hand reaches between your legs, petting at your sex as Solomon deepens the kiss, your thighs squeezing shut to capture the hand trapped. “Well would you look at that,” Solomon muses, as he pulls away from the kiss, “seems like you're not completely satisfied yet, hm?” His attention turns to the demon who is playing with your sex, leaving you breathless and mind too foggy to think. “Would it be too forward of me to ask for a taste?” A hand is placed on each of your thighs, pulling away to show that under your robe, you wear nothing but thin underwear that has already become dark with your arousal. Your legs are spread and another set of hands hooks against your underwear, and dark eyes stare into yours. His lips shine, and his hair is messy and tousled; he is beautiful in a different way compared to Asmodeus. Where the demon is irresistible and their kiss is enough to make you orgasm, the sorcerer is needier, desperation so think on his tongue, it’s like yours, his beauty so cute and sweet that all you want is for his lips to be on your body once more. You nod, swirling your hips in a desperate attempt to tell him to take off your underwear. He smiles, and it’s relief and excitement, and it makes you drunk on it. Your sex is exposed to the air, cold meeting warmth, goosebumps pricking over your body and making your legs shake. A tongue laps at your sex, the point of it slithering past your entrance, letting your sweet nectar fall onto his tongue. Your hands curl against the sheets, clutching the fabric and ruining it with your hands, as his tongue rubs against your clit, lips soft against the bud as it suckles it in, nursing over you, your body going rigid and heels digging into the bed. “Fuck,” you curse under your breath, repeating it like a mantra. Silvery hair is clutched into your hands, your back arched and chest rising and falling quickly. He pulls away from your clit, the bubbling in your stomach simmering and you call to him, desperate to keep him between your thighs. His hand raises and you watch with bated breath, only to cry when his hand smacks against your cunt. “Solomon!” You moan, a stinging sensation curling and festering itself on your sex. Another smack rings through the room and

your sex contracts, the sensitive bud no w swollen and when you look up at him, with arousal slick on your thighs and his hand, he gives you a smile in return. “Sorry but I really wanted to see your cute pussy all swollen,” he says in his defense, he lowers himself back to your sex, hooking your legs with his arms and pulling you close, until you can feel his breath fan over you. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to kiss it all better.” You shut your eyes tightly, feeling his tongue swirl around your entrance, dipping inside and letting your arousal seep into his mouth. It doesn’t take long for your thighs to tighten around his head, your hands knitted into his hair as your legs begin to shake and the only thing that you can think of properly, is his name. You’re crying, riding out your orgasm as his mouth never stops its soft movement, so hungry and needy, but so slow as if to drag out this entire process. A hand cups at your breast, tweaking the nipple until it's stiff under its delicate hands. Your eyes peek open, watching as Asmodeus hums softly, massaging at your breasts, letting the sensitive buds become stiff under his touch. Your lips part, and just as you’re about to say his name, it’s interrupted with Solomon teasing at your cunt once more. His name is whispered past your lips, your breath hitched and core already hot until he interrupts you. “Little bit more, okay?” He hums, keeping his hands latched onto you, a tight grip that refuses to let you go. His tongue swirls against your pulsing clit, his nose bumping against you, and two slender fingers coming to the edge near your entrance, before dipping inside and massaging at your gummy walls. He mumbles something, too preoccupied with pleasure shaking throughout your body, you’re unable to respond properly, giving him a deep moan as his fingers kiss against the spot that makes your breath get stuck in your throat. Your body shakes, the heat in your stomach burning and spilling over as Solomon keeps his tongue busy, Asmodeus unraveling a fist of yours and placing it around his cock, hissing at the vice grip that you have. His cock is hot, heavy and with petal-like ridges that makes it difficult to keep such a tight grip without hurting him. Such a heavy pool of overstimulation hovers and clings to your body, your clit throbbing and your slit leaking between Solomon’s tongue and lips, staining the bedsheets under you. The cock in your hand stiffens, twitching and leaking with something hot and thick that trails down your wrist in a pale color. Straining your neck, you look up at Asmodeus, your lips parting and tongue out and his smile is predatory, eyes wide and hazed with lust, as he fixes himself to let his cockhead fit snug in your mouth, his semen dripping down as he thrusts and buries himself into your mouth. “That’s our good slut,” Asmodeus coos, as he strokes your head. You moan into his cock, sucking on it lazily, too tired from the orgasm to actually put your heart and soul into it. His hands toy with a breast and Solomon’s fingers and tongue are still pressed against your sex, so consumed with you that he’s hardly taken a pause. “You both have no idea how nice this view is,” Asmodeus says with a smug attitude, heavy cream on your tongue and his gaze on you so sweet as he smacks on your cheek.