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[onyourowndaisymae]

pssst.

hi :) sorry i've been gone. i have some explaining to do, some blame to assign (looking at you, writer's block), and in general just some things to say. this is just a quick little warning that things on this blog are going to change (somewhat drastically? at least aesthetically) in the coming days. same stories i love to write, just with a look i like more and some better organization. i will have an update post detailing all of this when i'm ready to roll it all out.

thank you for your patience. hope you've all been doing well. talk soon? xx

[onyourowndaisymae]

Heya! Regarding you wips, I was wondering whether you were planning to make any new entries to the “when he falls in love” series

I absolutely adore all of them!!

thank you! i'm glad you had fun reading :3

and yes, there will be more in that series. it's currently on hiatus but i do have plans to pick it up again in the future. i think i just exhausted myself trying to crank those out so fast and killed my enjoyment for writing that particular series. but worry not! i will resume it someday. until then, i hope the completed ones will suffice

[onyourowndaisymae]

Hiii!!!! I just wanted to let you know that you are one of, if not, my favorite writer of all times <33

I can’t even count the amount of times I already read through your entire profile 🥺

You characterization is so on point it became my new canon! I srsly love it so muchh I don’t even know how to describe it 😭💕

You have turned me into a proud Barb and Sol simp, thank you for the feast 🥹

THANK YOU!! i'm giggling and kicking my feet like an idiot. thank you for this. this is the best sort of compliment to receive as a writer. i'm... i'm giddy. thank you

i would like to apologize for my masterlist not being very up-to-date, i'm sure going through my catalogue requires a lot of scrolling. i promise new masterlists are coming. they just take a lot of effort bc i'm redoing them by character so. i promise reading my catalogue will be easier someday!

and as for converting you into a sol and barb simp, i'm glad!! i've been a solomon simp since shortly after nightbringer dropped and converted me. barb is not my all-time fav, but i've grown to appreciate him a lot since my obey me writer friends really have a soft spot for him. i'm interested to see where they take his character next.

thank you for all the love and happy reading!! <3

[onyourowndaisymae]

Love your works

thank you! glad you like them <3 a saiki for your journey my friend

[onyourowndaisymae]

hi, daisy!!!! anything you want to share about "you should probably leave" please

you should probably leave is a fic based on the song by chris stapleton of the same name. i'm not a huge country music fan but this song fucks. it's supposed to be a smut fic (or maybe a fade-to-black suggestive fic) based on the song where lucifer gives into his feelings for mc and, against his better judgement, is vulnerable and intimate with them. it's supposed to have a "are these unrequited feelings?" vibe bc it's from lucifer's point of view and meant to explore his hesitance in exposing himself in such a way. i hope that make sense. i highly recommend you listen to the song, in part because it's good and in part because it conveys the vibes better than i am right now. here's a snippet from near the end:

you look breathtaking in the low light. it's early in the morning, too dark to the features on your smooth skin. yet lucifer knows them by heart-- the slope of your nose, the flutter of your eyelids, each line and mark on your face from days lounging in the comfort of the sun. even in the darkness of his room, he knows your body by heart. he made sure to memorize it last night. as his fingers traced over your skin, he took in each curve and dip, each scar and imperfection, breath held in reverence as his bare skin met yours. after all, there's a chance he'll never see it again. a fate worse then damnation, he thinks, holding his breath as his fingertips find your cheek once more.

got questions about my works-in-progress?

[onyourowndaisymae]

hi! i really liked the hcs of the brothers receiving friendship bracelets from mc, are you planning on making a part 2 of mc receiving a bracelet in return like you did the datables+luke? i thought it was really cute <3

is this technically a question for my wip ask game? no. but it's regarding the same subject matter, so... it counts. this is a piece i have had sitting in the drafts for AGES. i think i ran out of steam when i did the original series and that's why i never finished? i have the ideas written down, i just... blegh. never got it done. i'd like to though! hopefully sometime soon-- this is probably the most requested fic idea i have. here's a snippet from belphie's section:

belphie is such a brat.

that's what you think when he gifts you a friendship bracelet in the middle of your cram study session. it's nine PM at that point, and you're strewn out across the bed trying to stuff knowledge into your thick skull for your devildom culture exam tomorrow. this is widely regarded as one of the easier topics at RAD, but considering you didn't grow up here nor do you live here permanently, it's really tripping you up.

the lethargic twin enters your room without permission, nary a knock or courtesy call in sight, and demands you stop everything to pay attention to him. you try to refuse at first, but he has no qualms laying on all of your schoolwork until you give in.

then he pulls a wad of string out of his pocket and shows off a surprisingly well-constructed friendship bracelet. it's in a matching color scheme as his, but with a different design.

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[onyourowndaisymae]

For the WIP game 👀 new years - Solomon?

new years day is based off of a taylor swift song by the same name. i was originally going to post it on january 1st but had just posted two other solomon pieces before so i shelved it. i love both this song and solomon, but i want to be able to do this piece justice and i haven't quite made up my mind as to where it's going. here's the opening paragraph, though:

there's glitter on the floor after the party, and cocytus hall is a mess. holographic decor shimmers on the walls and tables of the victorian dressings, with festive lettering wishing the reader a "happy new year's eve!" there's more empty plates and drink cups than you can count scattered about. the party raged on long after midnight and into the new year, but now that everyone's gone, cocytus hall is quiet once more.

sappy love song? check. my favorite sorcerer? check. strong aesthetics? check. my brain just hasn't quite decided if i want this to be a short and sweet drabble or a long fic that i chip away at-- i guess we'll see when i post it someday!

got questions about my works-in-progress?

[onyourowndaisymae]

Hello hello!

I am here for crumbs about the hurt/canon drabbles and obey me mc x reader wips! 🎤

hehe. you've come to the right place!

the hurt/comfort drabbles are old and sitting half-completed in my drafts. i wrote them about just basically needing someone someone to cuddle up to back when i was going through something. i think i worked through whatever that was, though, considering i don't even remember what it was, so the drabbles were left to rot in the drafts. here's a snippet from lucifer's section:

he seems to understand that whatever was on your mind was too much to share in that moment. lucifer pushes himself away from his desk and leans back in his chair. the pat pat of him beckoning you to sit on his lap echoes through the room. you accept this gracious offer and scurry across the room to his side. you sit in his lap and cuddle into his chest. he's warm. his coat is hung around the back of his desk chair, and the fur of the collar tickles your face as the two of you lean back. the scent of smoke and cologne fills your nose. it's nice; it's so him. and it's just what you needed.

and the oc x reader... hehe. i've been waiting to introduce her. i've talked a little about her here but i'm still tossing around ideas on how to introduce her properly. i want to do an x reader series with her as well as an oc x canon series with one of the characters (i also have some ideas for a sort of "non-canonical"-- as canon as oc stories can get at least, lol-- poly situation with her, but that's mostly just for fun). here's a snippet from the piece (suggestiveness warning):

she's panting underneath you, cheeks flushed and lips red as you tug her sweater off over her head. as soon as it's gone, she chases your lips again– but you have other plans. you press a quick kiss against her lips before yanking her tank top off, too. she shivers. her eyes widen for a brief moment before you're all over her again, your lips kissing and sucking at her exposed neck. you feel her hand come to rest on the back of your neck, and a breathy noise leaves her lips, her throat rumbling under your own lips as you decorate her skin with little marks. she gasps so beautifully when you nip at her skin that you don't even feel bad for the spit-sheened bruises you're leaving in your wake. her stomach jumps when your lips and tongue find home there instead of caressing her sternum like she expected. she gasps, sharply, eyes widening when you look up to meet her startled gaze.

hopefully that satisfies some of your curiosity? :3

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[onyourowndaisymae]

works-in-progress preview

rules: i will post some of the titles/descriptions of WIPs i have, and you all are free to send in asks or ask for snippets or info about it in return! this is a fun little way to show some of the items i have hiding in the drafts :) thank you @meggsngrits for the tag <3

wips:

my new masterlists!

new years day - solomon

diet mountain dew - asmo

smut writer!mc x obey me cast

obey me characters with earrings

obey me side characters as noah kahan songs

you should probably leave - lucifer

demon brothers hurt/comfort drabbles

obey me brothers making you friendship bracelets in return

obey me mc/oc story x reader smut (for the mc i Have Yet to Introduce...)

and many more!

no pressure tags: @another-lost-mc, @misc-obeyme, @cosmicstarlatte, and anyone else who wants an excuse to talk about their wips!

[onyourowndaisymae]

belphegor likes to watch you dream.

it's rare that he's awake when you're not. usually it's the other way around-- he's content catnapping at your side as you go about your day, seeking you out between bouts of sleep just to make sure you're still there, still in the devildom where you belong. you're gone too often, he thinks, and he savors your presence in his own way.

... like watching you sleep. odd, sure, but endearing in its own way.

he finds a strange enjoyment in tapping into your dreams. belphie can feel their edges tickle his skin like the soft fabric of the blanket you share. comfortable. familiar. it's so easy to dip his fingers into the surface, feeling the waves trickle against his skin like ripples in low tide. just to check, he assures himself.

but you're having that dream again. the unpleasant one, full of darkness and discomfort. the hair on the back of his neck stands at attention-- he's awake and coherent, unlike you, but that doesn't stop the full-body sense of unease that sweeps over him. it's not quite a nightmare. yet it's close enough to one that belphie feels the need to step in.

violet eyes glow in the darkness of the attic. if you awoke, you'd be mesmerized by the way they pulse with your heartbeat. belphie sinks into you like a warm bath. his breath syncs with yours, his heart hammering to the beat of your own, until he's sunk low enough into your head to change your dreams.

something good trickles in. discomfort turns to contentment. darkness is chased away in favor of early morning light--in the dead of night, belphie turns your darkest dreams into something lighter, something brighter.

he finally relaxes and slips out of your head once your breaths even out and the furrow disappears from your brow. and with a final content puff, watching your eyelids flutter languidly as you fall back into a deeper sleep, belphegor finally tucks himself by your side once more and lets himself rest.

[onyourowndaisymae]

a/n: is it too late to submit a piece for the #9DaysofSolomon event run by @impish-ivy? hope not! i was inspired to write something for prompt 1: stars to celebrate the end of the event. enjoy!

the devildom is a place of brilliance.

you've been here long enough to love its usual sights. city lights spotted from a bridge on the outskirts of town, detailed architecture from eras past lining your work to RAD every day-- it's a sort of beauty you get used to, breathtaking as it is. but there's always something new to surprise you when you least expect it.

tonight, the stars are shining bright in the darkened skies, opalescent and twinkling overhead. you watch from the safety of a blanket on the ground, but even from there, it feels like the stars are almost on top of you, reaching out with cosmic fingers of stardust and twilight. they're innumerable. truly, the sky is overtaken with light.

"beautiful, isn't it?"

solomon's voice rings clear behind you. you crane your neck to look back towards the sound of his footsteps. his snowy locks and the golden adornments on his cloak keep him from fading entirely into the night. a moment passes before he settles in next to you on the blanket.

"i've never seen anything like it," you murmur, breathless and awestruck.

"i've been alive for a long time, and even now... the sight still takes me by surprise. you can't see this sort of thing in any other realm."

the enormity of it all makes you feel like a little kid again. you're just a human on a cliffside, a tiny piece in the large scheme of time and space, utterly insignificant and gone within an instant. these stars in your eyes are ancient. you heard the brothers discuss their last sighting millennia ago-- yet here you are, somehow alive to see them yourself. your head spins at the thought. what are you doing here? who even are you, anyways?

"is everything alright?" his voice breaks through your racing thoughts.

you feel the warmth of solomon beside you, and everything feels okay.

"sometimes... i get overwhelmed by it all. the devildom, being human... do you ever feel that way?"

he chuckles softly. "i used to. it's been awhile. is that how you're feeling right now?"

"a little."

solomon takes your hand softly, carefully. you peek over at his face-- he's watching you with a gentle expression, steely eyes drinking in your features like you'll slip away any second. he often looks at you with reverence, but this feels... different. more intimate, somehow.

"i'm right here," he murmurs. "and i'm not going anywhere. we can go back if you're too overwhelmed, or we can talk about it all if you'd like. whatever you need, i'm here for you."

you don't doubt his intentions, nor his devotion. solomon intends to stay by your side no matter what you decide-- and throughout it all, he'll look at you like you put those very stars in the sky tonight.

[onyourowndaisymae]

mistletoe mayhem

a/n: i wanted to get out a festive little piece before the holidays are over. sorry for the lack of posting-- i am so sleepy all the time. also i just got my wisdom teeth out so if this is nonsensical i do apologize. i am on several pain meds

characters + content: lucifer, satan, asmo, solomon, simeon x gn!reader

word count: ~1.3k

prompt: it's christmas at the demon lord's castle. drinks are flowing, music is blasting, and you're caught up in the fun of the party with everyone in the main hall. when you slip away to grab yourself another drink, however, you collide with another body in the doorway. who is that? and what's that above your head, dangling from the doorway... is that... mistletoe?

"Lucifer?"

colliding with the solid chest in front of you knocks some of the breath from your lungs. yet, you don't tumble to the unforgiving ground. you look up and see red eyes searching your face, gloved hands steadying you by the underside of your arms to keep you on your feet.

he breathes your name easily. "watch your step."

"my bad," you reply. you didn't even realize you were clutching the front of his coat until you let him go. lucifer's lips curl into an easy smirk as he crosses his arms.

you readjust your clothes and start to wander off with a polite nod, but his hand catches your arm again. "wait a moment."

"huh?"

his gloved finger points above you to the top of the doorframe. there, dangling above your head, is a bundle of mistletoe. you should have known lord diavolo would have the place decorated in such a way-- he'd been asking you for weeks about human traditions for the festive season. you must have told him about this one somewhere along the way. judging by the look on lucifer's face, he knows what exactly that leafy sprig means.

"mistletoe, is it not?" lucifer starts, then seems satisfied when you nod. "i owe you a kiss. if you'll allow it, of course." the smoothness of his offer makes your cheeks split with a delighted grin.

"i'd be offended if you didn't."

"and we can't have that, now can we? not during the holidays." and with that, his lips meet yours.

"Satan?"

a sharp swear hits your ears as strong hands catch you, gripping your shoulders with startling intensity as he somewhat forcibly props you back onto your own two feet.

satan's cheeks are flushed as he looks you up and down once more to make sure you're alright. his fingers find your shirt and dust you off once more for good measure.

"are you alright?"

"i'm okay," you answer, now secure in your own footing. "thank you for catching me."

"sorry for running into you in the first place."

there's a gap of silence. he shifts awkwardly on his feet, eyes flickering up above your heads to the top of the doorframe.

"is there something up there?" you ask. your gaze flits up above you to find a leafy sprig adorning the doorframe.

"if i'm not mistaken," satan says lowly, cheeks aflame and eyes darting from yours, "that's mistletoe. there's a human tradition where two people kiss if they're caught under it together-- i assume you've heard it?"

"i have."

there's another beat of silence where satan looks hesitant-- his body is angled towards yours, leaned in ever so slightly in interest, but his mouth doesn't move. the words won't come out. you can tell he's interested in the tradition, but he doesn't want to pressure you because of the tumble you almost took. you'd find it more endearing if it wasn't so silly.

"... do you want to give it a try? 'tis the season and all."

he lets out a breath you had noticed him holding and nods, scarlet in the cheeks as his fingers brush against yours. satan's lips find yours-- soft, grateful, melting into your touch as voices of your friends and family fade into the background.

"Asmo?"

"oh!"

two arms wind around your body, pressing you against him as the two of you fumble together lightly. you eventually find yourself unscathed and on your feet once more.

"sorry, hon, i didn't see you coming," asmo murmurs, fingers flitting over your form to help fix your hair and crumpled outfit.

"i'm sorry, too. i wasn't paying attention when i came around that corner. are you okay?"

"i'll be okay. now that i've got you alone, actually, i've been meaning to ask you about something."

a delighted little smile crosses his lips, and he takes your hands in his to coax you closer.

"anything, asmo. what's on your mind?"

"this whole mistletoe tradition solomon was telling me about, is it true? you really make out with someone under this plant? it sounds to me like one of the best human traditions i've heard in awhile."

"it's more of a kiss than a full make-out, but yes, sure, i do suppose it's an interesting tradition."

"and what's the plant look like?"

"uh, it's this leafy green little thing, usually tied up somewhere on the ceiling or in doorframes."

"like that?" asmo lifts a finger from your intertwined hands to point up with a devious grin. sure enough, above your head, you spot a sprig of mistletoe.

"you knew that was there, didn't you?"

"well i wanted to try out the tradition myself. and there's no one i'd rather do it with than you! so maybe i bumped into you on purpose to get you under here with me. is that so bad?"

as you find yourself leaning in to ring in the holiday season, you can't help but think maybe bumping into asmo under the mistletoe was a gift itself, even if it was a silly plot on his part.

"Solomon?"

"mc!"

your bodies bump together uncomfortably, and the two of you fumble together to stay standing. solomon's boyish laugh rings through the area, and you can't help but laugh a little yourself at the absurdity of almost bowling each other down on your way through the doorframe.

"are you alright?" he asks, giggles subsiding into a softness as his eyes scan you for any minor bruises or bumps.

"I'm alright. are you?"

"i am. better now that i have you alone."

"oh? and what is that supposed to mean?"

"did you happen to notice the mistletoe above us as you were walking this way?" solomon asks. your eyes drift upwards with his to see the plant hanging above your heads-- probably mistletoe, considering it's decorating the castle for the party, but honestly you'd never been close enough to know what it's really supposed to look like.

"not until now. assuming that's what that is."

"you think i'd lie about that?" he teases.

"oh, for sure. anything to get a kiss."

"ouch," solomon whines, pressing his hand against his chest to cover the emotional wound your words left. "i would never go so far as to deceive you. if i wanted a kiss, all i'd have to do is ask."

"that's true," you murmur, leaning in as he brushes his knuckles against your cheek.

silence.

"anyways," solomon starts, pulling away with a chesire grin and turning on his heel.

"solomon! you bastard! i thought you were gonna--!"

before you can protest further, his lips are on yours, grinning and kissing you senseless as he backs you up against that very doorframe-- to ensure you stay caught under the mistletoe, of course.

"Simeon?"

a gasp comes from the body you collide with, as sharp and unexpected as the collision you found yourself in. the body bumps into the doorframe with a muffled noise of surprise.

"oh, i'm so sorry! i didn't see you coming!" the apology is out of your mouth before simeon's fully steadied himself on his feet, but he's already chuckling jovially and reaching out to comfort you despite nearly tumbling to the ground.

"i'm sorry," he replies. "i should have been paying more attention."

he reaches behind him to adjust his cape, but his gloved fingers brush something caught in his hair and he frowns. you pull it out for him-- it's a decoration. leafy, green, christmas-y. you look above you to see the hook from which it hung in the doorframe now swinging empty after your collision.

"did i knock that over? i'll have to apologize to barbatos." simeon mutters. then, after a moment, "what is that?"

"mistletoe, i think."

"mistletoe?"

"it's a human realm plant," you tell the angel, twirling it in your fingers. "we hang it up around christmas time. it's for couples. when you stand underneath it together, you're supposed to kiss."

"oh," simeon answers quietly, cheeks heating up at your simple explanation. he looks pensive for a moment. "should i hang it back up?"

"huh?"

"well it sounds like a good excuse to kiss you, and i'm not one to let that chance pass me by. or can we just--?"

he gingerly slips the mistletoe from your fingers and holds it up above you, grinning bashfully. no more words are needed-- you answer the angel with a sweet kiss to mark the occasion.

[onyourowndaisymae]

so i keep seeing those christmas tree things going around, so i thought i'd add mine to the pile!

if you would like to write me a little message, i'll open it christmas day with glee :)

[onyourowndaisymae]

a/n: happy birthday to my beloved mutual @jeschalynn. i hope you enjoy this little barb drabble on your special day :)

"tired, are we?"

"mmm, no," you murmur softly, snuggling further into the blanket wrapped around your body. but you know you're lying. a heaviness pulls at your eyelids, fluttering softly in the warm drawing room where you were cuddled up on the couch.

barbatos smiles fondly. the demon lord's castle is big, full of various treasures one could only dream of witnessing with their own mortal eyes-- yet here you are. you'd found contentedness in front of the fireplace. a big blanket, a lonely couch, a moment of peace... was that all it took to keep you happy? the thought makes him chuckle.

"interesting. then i should assume you're simply...?"

"resting my eyes," you finish. "just for a moment."

a pause. he listens to the warm chuckle that leaves your lips and feels a flutter in his chest. you sound so soft like this. you're adorable dwarfed under the blanket around you-- a blanket sized for a large demon, not a human like yourself-- head peeking out from cashmere layers to smile languidly at him from the drawing room's main sofa. sweet. vulnerable. barbatos never used to care for humans in such a way. but you're not simply another human, are you?

he crosses the room to be at your side. there are still things to be done around the castle. barbatos loves his job, yet the thought of you curled up waiting for him is tempting enough to distract from his duties, if only for a few private moments.

gloved fingers brush the hair away from your forehead. his chest grows warm when you lean into the touch, eyes finally shutting at his thumbs caress your cheeks.

"enjoy your rest, my love," barbatos murmurs softly. he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. you say something-- absent, dozing off as you talk, unintelligible but laced with sweetness-- before snuggling into the blankets. he stops to watch your breathing even out into steady, quiet puffs.

he's lingering. he ought to get back to work, hurry in an effort to finish his tasks so he can spend time with you once the main chores of the day are done. yet he's glued to his spot to watch you sleep. your presence is a blessing in the depths of hell. it's painful to pull himself away, but he does, quietly padding over to the door from which he emerged to slink away.

barbatos casts you one last glance. the lovestruck demon almost flinches as the door shuts behind him, sealing him off from the one person he wants to protect more than anything. for now, he'll let you rest. but once you're well-rested enough to enjoy his company later, barbatos intends to make the most of having you by his side once more.

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when solomon falls in love

content + warnings: solomon x reader, angst with a happy ending, there is a deep sadness within solomon but i can fix him, minor discussions of s3 plot points // [masterlist]

word count: ~1.5k

the day solomon realizes he's in love with you is the worst day of his life, he thinks, in the first moment he realizes.

solomon's had a lot of terrible days. from simple ones-- caught in the rain, misplaced keys, harsh words spoken by people he cares about-- to life-altering, fate-changing hellish days. he's been around for centuries, and admittedly conjured himself up some pretty shitty karma. this day, however, tops the list.

because the moment solomon realizes he's in love with you is the moment he realizes he'll never have you.

it's a rare moment the both of you are sharing. the two of you are alone in a coffee shop in some quaint corner of the human realm. your trials with the sorcerer society have been wearing on you, so solomon saw it fitting to sweep his adorable little apprentice away for some well-deserved down time.

it's dawn here. sunlight peaks through the clouds, painting the gray skies a vibrant orange through the shop's large windows. the sunlight tickles your cheekbones, occasionally catching your eyes and making them flutter as you dodge the blinding sunbeams. how long has it been since solomon's seen you in the daylight? the devildom is beautiful, but it's dark and dim during all hours of the day. he's used to seeing you under city lights, shop signs and advertisements in neon colors dancing across your features. or under the warm-but-artificial house lights in all the buildings down there, cozy but not quite the same. no, you look best in daylight. golden, pure daylight, trickling through the cosmos just so he can see every detail on your face.

he wants to memorize you. he wants to etch your features into his brain so that he'll be able to remember you far into the future. the coming days are uncertain. licensure into the sorcerer's society is not exactly easy-- you'll have your work cut out for you if you continue down this path. maybe somewhere along the way you'll find yourself content instead with a simple life in the human realm, shedding the devildom like a winter coat in spring when your life begins a new chapter. he's always worried about you, about losing you, about a day when you'll bid him goodbye for good. obsessive? he likes to think of it as "sentimental". and he's never been this sentimental for anyone else but you.

you take a sip of your drink with a small smile. it's cold outside, the subtle chill of autumn beginning to fade into the biting cold of winter. the drink in your hands is warm, and you cup it between your between your palms for warmth. he smiles. his own drink is smooth and a little bitter. solomon he grabs the last sugar packet from the center of the table and dumps it in, swirling the mixture around the distribute the sweetness. then he folds the trash into a compact ball. there's a dink! as he flicks it at you, hitting your cheek gently before it falls onto the table. you laugh at his antics. it's the best sound he's ever heard.

"gotcha."

"what are you, seven?"

"you're just mad i have good aim."

"yeah, yeah, whatever, old man. do... do you mind if i ask you a question?"

"anything."

you proceed to ask him how he found this place. technically, it's not even in the country you're from... he laughs and explains how he found it. he likes when your attention is focused all in on him. your eyes get this certain glint to them as you listen, like he's the only person you care about in that moment. he'd kill to see that look anywhere else-- could you imagine the faces of the demon brothers should you look at him so attentively around them?

solomon swallows down the lump of jealousy rising in his throat. that's the thing. you don't look at him like that in front of anyone else.

his next sip of coffee tastes bitter, more so than before-- he can't blame the shop, nor the sugar packet for the taste, but instead the acid creeping up his throat from the mere displeasure of the idea. it's so very solomon to ruin his own good time with a nasty thought.

why?

why does he do this to himself? to cherish something so delicate even though he knows it will shatter under the weight of life's circumstances?

that's because solomon's in love with you. and love doesn't always listen to reason.

he has toyed around with the idea of loving you for awhile. he doesn't want to. he doesn't want to always be the petulant, lost child he once was, always reaching for things he was never destined to have. when he was young, he craved freedom. as an adult, power. and now, further along in his life, he wants you.

you seem to notice the sour look on his face. your eyebrows furrow as you ask him what's wrong. it's instinct that guides him to brush you off, to give you a big smile and feign attention into whatever you begin talking about next.

does he deserve you? probably not. his sins probably outweigh that of any lower demon. he's lied and cheated, fucked people over in ways unimaginable to someone like you. you're a blank slate, a clean ledger, yet to ruin your own life. or maybe you won't. you've always been better than him that way.

will he ever distance himself to heal from the wounds of unrequited love? probably not. he'll stick by your side as you inevitably choose one of the demon brothers or angels or royals over him-- he won't blame you. of all the fascinating people you've met, he understands the allure of a human like him is dim in comparison. no hard feelings. he can't ever seem to muster up anything sour towards you.

"are you listening?" you finally ask, loud enough to grab his attention. he shakes his head with a small chuckle.

"sorry. i'm... a bit scatterbrained today. what were you saying?"

you huff. "i was telling you a story, but i bent my straw too far and it broke."

you bend it again to show him the damage. sure enough, it's snapped under the weight of your fidgeting. solomon's lips curl into a sympathetic pout.

"i can grab you another."

"nah, it's okay. i've got it."

you rise from your seat and walk to the counter of the coffee place. solomon takes a deep breath and steals his resolve. all this self-loathing and pining is making him a bad friend, and you deserve much better than to talk to a brick wall. he sighs. so what if he's in love with you? so what if he's lost in the tumult of his own feelings? he needs to get it together and enjoy this time with you before you return to the devildom, and he has to share you aga--

"excuse me?"

"yes? how can i help you?"

"can i get another straw? oh, and can i get some more of those little sugar packets? my boyfriend used the last one on the table."

"of course! give me one moment--"

...

what?

his brain almost completely shuts down hearing those words leave your lips. he subtly looks around to see if anyone else is in the coffee shop-- there's a man in the corner reading his paper and two teenagers huddled over iced coffee. no, none of them are at your table, using the last sugar packet like he did, your boyfriend--

"close your mouth. you're attracting flies," you say quietly, sliding a few sugar packets over to him.

he's... flabbergasted, honestly. during the entirety of his downward spiral, never once did he anticipate this outcome. you... you wanted him?

his lips pull into a smirk-- it's more of a grin than he wanted, but he just can't help himself right now. he's damn near giddy at your indirect confession.

"boyfriend? you wouldn't happen to be referring to me, would you?"

"that's why you brought me here, right?"

that question catches him off-guard. honestly, no. he just wanted some time to breathe with you, without obligations or demons ready to pounce for your attention. but the way your lips curl around the straw between them makes his heart race.

"... and if i did?"

"then i would say this is a pretty good date spot. now, pay attention when i talk, old man."

as attentive as he aims to be, he just can't stop his mind from wandering. you're his. all of the fear and angst wash away as the sun shines brightly on your table, illuminating the delicate wood grain beneath his trembling fingers. and for once, solomon doesn't worry about what will happen if he lets himself love you.

maybe this day isn't so bad after all.

taglist for this series: @deepseafragments // @darkflowerav // @annoying-and-upset

[onyourowndaisymae]

don't mind me... just thinking about the dateables slowly dropping the rest of their roster for you as they fall head over heels...

diavolo // barbatos // simeon // solomon (you are here) -- x gn!reader, NSFW below the cut, others coming soon

solomon, who will follow his whims damn near anywhere. today, they've led him to the devildom, for the demon prince's grand "exchange program"-- he's not much for commitments like these, but any excuse to get free room and board in the devildom is an excellent one in his eyes. he's always been curious about some of the more hidden oddities in the realm, and this is a perfect time to explore without suspicion. along the way he meets you. huh. a human living in the devildom with no magical abilities? doesn't exactly sound safe, but... well, that won't be his mess to clean up if things go awry. he's interested in seeing how long you last.

solomon, who certainly thinks you're special. in the time that you've been a part of the program, you've managed to wrap all seven of the demon brothers around your fingers. he's honestly a bit jealous! even lucifer, who he's been trying to form a pact with for decades, leans in close to hear your quiet words. he can't even tell who he's envious of in that moment-- you, in all your charm, or lucifer, who gets to be that close and personal with you? oh, you're special alright. and now that you're both visiting the devildom again, this time without the pretense of the exchange program, he's determined to get to know you better. there's just something about you... something so warm and human that he's drawn to like a moth to a streetlamp. he won't go as far as embarrassing himself to paw at you for attention like a child, but he's not going to be deterred by the complaints of the demon brothers this time, either.

solomon, who is still human, after all. humans have... urges. he's not a massive fan of where lust has led him in the past, but the nagging feeling of want makes it hard to focus on his work. he summons a quick portal and finds himself at the house of a familiar face... a dangerous vampire, sure, but one that he knows intimately. little words are exchanged before he has them pinned against the wall, desperately fucking into them, hips snapping at a relentless pace as they keen into the open air. their leg is tucked into the crook of his elbow to give him a better angle, the smack! of his hips against their thighs intertwining with groans and heavy breathing. carnal pleasure makes his brain go white as they spasm around him, their third orgasm of the night finally pushing him over the edge as he spills inside them. it's messy and hot and he doesn't feel quite satisfied, guiding their sweaty body to a nearby flat surface to continue the fun. when the evening draws to a close, he slips back to purgatory hall for a shower and some rest. he hadn't even realized he'd left his d.d.d. until he emerges from the steamy bathroom to a notification. huh. a text from you. his heart flutters a little as he reads your message. hmm... he decides not to dwell on that feeling further, having already had such a complicated evening to mull over already.

solomon, who has a lot to learn. being immortal, he figured he'd done enough learning to last him a few lifetimes, and yet here he is. here you are. he finds that he'll shirk other responsibilities to spend another night training his apprentice. on nights like these, he'll find any excuse to keep you longer-- say, how about he makes you dinner? you always convince him to go out with you instead, promising to let him cook another time (he hasn't had the chance to, but he's sure he'll get you one of these nights). you look so cute under the restaurant's mood lighting, laughing your way through a story about the unruly demon brothers. but all he can think about is how much he doesn't want the night to end. he takes a bite to hide the way his lips curl into a grimace. soon it'll be late and he'll be dropping you back off at the house of lamentation. soon he'll have to forfeit his already limited time with you and walk home alone. you seem to notice sooner than he'd expected. when you ask, he's honest-- he doesn't want to see you go home. does that make him sound bad? he laughs it off in an attempt to save his pride, but for some reason you're smiling at him when he meets your gaze again. when the proposal falls from your lips-- a sleepover?-- he's looking curiously at you to see if you're kidding. but you're not, are you? no, that earnest grin is all real, all for him. and he's so thankful nobody else gets to see you looking like this tonight. just him, a simple man, sitting across from you at a restaurant as he realizes he's far more in love with you than he ever imagined.

solomon, who has been looking forward to this all week. you're coming over to "study", which usually results in maybe an hour or two of learning before you both get distracted and turn on a movie. tonight is no different. tonight you're curled up against his side, his arm around your shoulders as the movie drones on. your fingers dance along his side under his shirt, warm and distracting, finally enough for him to chuckle and tell you what a little nuisance you're being. teasing turns to touching, which doesn't end there-- soon he's got you pinned to the couch. what would usually be a smug grin is a bit more vulnerable tonight, pressing his smile to yours as the heat of his body envelopes you. it's you who pushes things further tonight, who paws at his shirt and kisses down his neck to see his face flush. he takes his sweet time stripping you of your garments. it's time he might not have, seeing as you two are in the (thankfully empty) living room of purgatory, but he'll take the risk regardless. your smooth skin against his makes him feel feverish and a little dizzy. solomon double checks that you're okay with this-- you are sure, right? you grin and agree that yes, you absolutely are interested in finally fucking him right here, right now. when he finally sinks into your heat, hips pressing forward at a firm but careful pace, he bites his lip to contain the gasp that threatens to rip through him. you're so hot and tight that it makes his head spin. have you always been this alluring? he feel like he can't breathe for a moment when he finally bottoms out. oh. this... this is going to be a problem for him. he pulls his hips back and gently sinks into you again, the lube and spit mixed on his cock making a slick noise with each movement. you feel like heaven. is this what he's been missing? nobody told him that sex with someone you love would feel so much better than a hookup. his lips find yours between pants, sloppy kisses contrasting against the steady rhythm of his hips meeting yours. your moans against his mouth make him feel like he's going to cum already-- he'd hate to disappoint, but fuck, you feel so good that he has to pull his mind from the moment before it ends. his movements get rougher to bring you there with him. soon enough, your whining, warbling voice tells him you're close. when you finally clench your tight, needy hole around him and reach cloud nine, it doesn't take long for euphoria to flood his veins as he reaches a climax. he's shaking a little by the time he finally meets your gaze. when you open your mouth to speak, he kisses you again. solomon can't risk having to respond. if he does, who knows what will spill out of his mouth-- that he loves you, needs you, can't fathom ever fucking anyone else? he's been around for thousands of years, yet he can't imagine another day without you by his side. please, just... let him savor this moment of ecstasy for a little longer.

taglist for this series (taken from the last part-- let me know if you would like to be added/removed!): @the-demonus-aunt // @scienceisfornerds // @hostilemakeover // @snow-fall1 // @kachan890 // @rphantom1 // @respitable

[onyourowndaisymae]

i'm really baffled at how obey me tricked me into an enemies to lovers arc with solomon bc i really did not like his rancid vibes when i first started playing but now that man could commit arson in front of me and i'd giggle and twirl my hair