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Burn at the stake
Solomon x gn!reader
Synopsis: You find yourself accused of witchcraft and to be burned at the stake, however you suddenly notice a white-haired stranger in the crowd.
Warnings: slight mention of injury and death, reader is referred to as witch
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You sigh as the priest tightens the rope around your hands, binding you to the large wooden cross. When he ties the knot it’s almost so tight that you can’t feel your hands and you wince at the rough material biting into your wrists.
The priest is mumbling prayers and occasionally clutching the cross around his neck, while checking that you can’t escape. You have no more tears, no more pleads in you as you let the man do what he needs to. When he’s done, he stands in front of you, while addressing the anticipating crowd.
“We are gathered here today, to rid the world of scum who has laid with the devil!” the priest hollows and silence gathers over the crowd. Then he turns to you. His pale blue eyes and sunken skin awaken a deep anger within you as he seems to twitch with eagerness. Yet he calls you scum? Disgusting man, using religion as a tool.
“Before you pass on to the gate of hell, do you have anything to admit for yourself? God might find it in himself to forgive you.” he says, power sickness glinting in his horrid eyes. Despite the continuous attempts to make you admit that you have a pact with the devil, you have not yet given in. Much to the priest’s dismay.
“Honey is known as a common solution to closing wounds. I do not regret saving a life,” you say, referring to the boy who you helped after he cut his leg open while hunting. “And the neighbors dog had been sick for years. It’s no wonder the old beast finally died.”
You already know your reasonings will go on deaf ears. The priest’s face twitches with rage and he turns to the crowd again. “You see?” he yells. “This monster shows no remorse to their evil doings. And for that you will burn,” he turns to you again and steps down from the platform. Loud yelling ensues from the crowd as you spit at his feet. If this is to be your death then you’re going to make these people see that they have not frightened you.
Your eyes sweep over the gathering, before they land on a white haired man. He’s the only one willing to meet your gaze and a smile is dancing on his lips. You furrow your brows. Your village isn’t small, but most people know each other if not by name then by face. Yet, you have never seen this man before. He’s handsome, as though his face have been carved by gods. He looks no older than twenty-five yet his eyes tell a different story. Beautiful blue, not pale like the priest’s sickly eyes, but like the ocean and the sky. They look as those of a wise old man, burning with adventures and secrets.
You have never seen this man before, yet you feel as though you have known him your whole life. No one else seems to have noticed the strange man and you gasp when he opens his mouth and speaks. Although he’s standing far away his voice is directly next to you. You swear you feel his breath against your ear, but you convince yourself it must be a breeze.
“Hello there,” he says. “Quite a hot situation you’ve found yourself in?”
You stare. You’re about to be burned to death and he’s joking about it? The priest starts talking again, but you don’t hear anything while he lights a torch. “Who are you?” you ask.
“I go by many names, but to you I am Solomon the Sorcerer,” he says and you feel a laugh bubble up in your throat. You let it out, sounding insane as you gasp for breath. You’re seeing things now as well? You must have gone truly mad.
Solomon doesn’t laugh but his eyes are glinting with amusement. The priest lights the stake and you feel the heat beginning to surround you. “Well, Solomon, are you here to save me or will you just watch as I burn?” you ask and Solomon shrugs.
“I’m here to watch you save yourself.” he says and you stare at him in disbelief. “Why don’t you pull at the ropes? They don’t look very tight.” He says and you find yourself obeying him. It gnaws at your skin and you laugh at yourself for thinking you could get free.
You look at Solomon again. “Try again.” he says and you sigh, but when you see the flames coming closer, licking at the wood and hay underneath you, you pull harder. This time the ropes fall of, knot completely untied. You stare at your wrists in front of you with complete disbelief and look up at Solomon again. He’s smiling now.
“There you go,” he says. You can hear the priest yelling and the crowd murmuring and talking but the blood rushing through in your body makes you incapable of hearing anything. You look around you, now surrounded by flames. They begin to lick at your feet, but to your surprise they do not hurt. They seem to almost caress your skin, drawn to you like bees to honey. You step of the pyre and into the crowd.
Around you people are pulling at you, screaming in your ear and pinching your skin. You don’t feel anything, though, as you stare at the stranger who’s now right in front of you. Solomon’s hand find your cheek and lightly caress it with his thumb. Then the world goes black.
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When you wake up, you’re lying in a bed. You push yourself up on your elbows and look around. You’re in a small cabin. There’s only one big room, with the bed you’re lying in, a table with 2 chairs and what looks to be a tiny kitchen with a cauldron. Every surface is filled with flasks containing colorful liquids and herbs.
You’re not alone for long, when the door opens and Solomon steps in. He’s wearing a black cloak and a white shirt, with brown pants. He looks like a regular hunter, you think. Not some wise old sorcerer.
“What happened?” you ask. “I took you away from that horrid place.” he says and you shake your head.
“That was my home.” you say, and ignore the pang in your chest. “Is that so?” He asks, while removing his coat. He walks over to you and sits on the edge of the bed. “Because how I remember it those people wanted to burn you alive,” you bite your lip and look away.
“What will happen now?” you say. “With my disappearance they will only be more convinced that witches exist. How many more women and men will be burned because of me?” Your eyes burn and you avoid Solomon piercing gaze.
“Witches do exist.” he says and you let out a shaky laugh. “But don’t worry. I made sure no one will remember. They also won’t be burning anyone again. The priest wouldn’t stop rambling about a witch walking through fire. They all think he’s gone mad.”
You look at him now and find him looking back with a certain softness. He takes your shaking hand and begin to rub circles in it with his thumb. “I’m not a witch,” you say and Solomon quirks a brow.
“I didn’t do anything to the ropes or the fire. I just gave you the push you needed,” he says and you look down to your wrists where there’s still angry red marks. Your mother taught you everything you learned before she died. She often told tales of witches and faes. Had she been trying to prepare you for something?
Solomon’s thumb traces over your red marks and a cooling sensation runs over your wrist as the delicate skin begins to heal. You gasp when your hand is completely back to it’s original state, no trace of redness left. “How did you do that?” you ask and gape at Solomon.
He grins. “I can teach you if you’d like. I’ve been looking for an apprentice recently.”
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synne-ful · 18 hours
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Two part commission I finished for @eternallyanxiousandstressed of her MC having some intimate time with Solomon 🥰🥰 you can view a teaser of part 2 under the cut! Spicy warning 🔥🔥🔥
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🔥🔥🔥
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solomiracle · 1 day
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solomon's new card reveals the reason for his dislike of the ocean!
definitely couldn't have predicted it...
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plus, the line that comes after this is just adorable!
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i love this scene so much!! they look out for and care for each other!!
mc offers to go in alone because they're worried solomon would be uncomfortable, but solomon immediately shuts the idea down for their safety. and when they ask about his dislike of the ocean, they ask in a way that implies it's perfectly fine if he doesn't want to talk about it. but he's okay, and brings up the unpleasant memories behind it, bc he literally feels like mc was meant to be the first to know!! that's so sweet!
now when's the wedding
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the-great-chimera · 1 year
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Nightbringer mc
You can not convince me that Solomon doesn't have videos of mc chasing their own tail or scaring themselves when their wings touch something.
Ever since gaining this new form, it's been a struggle. Learning how to use their new extremities and limbs. New parts of their brain have been activated thanks to the new physical form. So when mc's wings subconsciously move or instinctively flap, they get spooked and flinch, and Solomon tries so hard to hold his tongue and not laugh.
Or when mc's tail kept moving all on its own, and it was pissing themselves off. Solomon holds up his phone and records his student going in circles like a dog trying to catch their own tail and getting so frustrated " BECAUSE IT WONT FUCKING STAY STILL!!!"
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luxthestrange · 11 months
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Incorrect quotes#805 Still your baby
After Luke got to meet DemonMc...
Luke*Seeing that Mc is leaving to go, to Cocytus Hall,*...I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!
Mc*Smiles as they walk backward now*I love you!
Luke: HAVE A GOOD DAY!
Mc: Have a great day!~
Luke: BYEEEEE!~
7Brothers*Look back and forth the interaction*...
Mc:Byeee!~*Blowing kisses his direction*
Luke*Covers his cheeks and giggles then uses them to "amplify" his voice*I LOVE YOUUUU!?~
Mc: I LOVE YOU TOO!
Luke: I LOOOOVE YOUUUUUUUU!?~
Mc: I LOVE YOU TOO!?~
Luke*In a high-pitched voice with tiny wings fluffed behind him happy waving at them*I LOVE YOU SO MUCCCCCHH!?!?~
Mc*Snorts as they bump into Solomon's chest who was waiting for them at the gate,s*OMD
Solo*Chuckles at their interactions*Maaaybe we should let him sleep with us tonight like in the old days~
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Solomon aiming for domestic life...he got you already...now his angel son-
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temis-de-leon · 1 month
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Pick me girls and Dateables - Part 3
Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon and Simeon (x reader, separately)
Part 1 - Lucifer, Mammon and Levi (x reader, separately)
Part 2 - Satan, Asmo, Beel and Belphie (x reader, separately)
Masterlist
CW: pick me girl behavior, suggestive, mentions of sex, mentions of violence and threats, mentions of concubines (no concubines, tho), implied marriage (??), jealous mc, some fluff, some hurt, some comfort, the most ooc out of every part of the series, Barbatos's part is based on one of his chats (A patissier's suffering?)
A/N at the end.
So the Devildom had concubines, what about it? It's not like Diavolo had any concubines. You were his only partner and, apparently, the first one in a long while. You had nothing to worry about.
.
Diavolo
Still, it was impossible not to feel so dejected when every single one of the demons in his court buttered him up so blatantly, not caring that you were next to him, arms linked and fingers intertwined.
And he smiled. Of course, what else could he do but smile? He had a duty to fulfill and that probably meant keeping certain people happy, right?
At least, that was the mantra in your head. Your heart kept hurting itself, but having a reason made it manageable.
"Well? Have you thought about it?"
You turned to your side and stared at the demoness beside you. She was mesmerizing and looking at her directly made you lose focus.
Have I thought about it? I haven't stop thinking about it.
"Remember that I'm acting on behalf of his wellbeing" she said sweetly, caressing your wrist like she wanted to flirt with you "And I guess I could make you happy too"
That made you laugh without an ounce of humor. Both of you knew she wasn't being serious about that one and you wondered why she said it in the first place. Making her Diavolo's concubine would make her his wife in everything but paper. Did she expect giving you orgasms would make you happier about it?
"Leave me alone" you whispered against your drink, not trusting your voice to act decently.
"How can you be so selfish?" she spat, leaving you speechless "This is for his own good. How long will you live, human? Do you expect him to be alone after your death? My only wish is to keep him company once you're gone and starting now would make the transition easier. He'll still love you, sure, but this way he could be happier. How can you not understand something so simple?"
A demon she was, you remembered. Had you been a regular human, you would've believed her concerned face, but to you it was obvious how impatient she was and how much she wanted to leave you there, alone and breaking, so she could finally speak to Diavolo.
"MC"
Both of you jumped, turning around just to see Barbatos's unfazed smile.
"Lord Diavolo asks for you" he informed when you didn't answer, too surprised to react. "Follow me if you please"
"If I may" intervened your companion, close to giving you a heart attack "I must speak to Prince Diavolo. It's an urgent matter"
The butler looked at you, asking for your permission, but you didn't know how to react. It seemed your throat decided to stop working at that exact moment.
"Very well, then"
The demoness eagerly jumped at his words, not wasting a second in leaving the corner you were occupying to look for the prince, who had finally stopped talking to his subjects and was sitting alone in his throne.
Barbatos stared at her before offering you his arm.
"You have nothing to worry about"
He seemed confident, so you believed him. However, the distance you walked towards the throne felt longer than ever.
Your boyfriend looked unnaturally serious at your arrival, an expression his face was not made for. It softened when he saw you, but, still, he didn't fully smile.
"My love, come here" he palmed his thigh and not in a million years would you reject that offer.
Diavolo smiled at the speed you moved, barely restraining himself from kissing you. Instead, he turned to the demoness and presented her to you.
"I believe you've met her already, MC. Did you know about her offer? Did you know she wishes to serve me?"
He patiently waited for your answer, holding you against his chest and caressing your hip bones with the pad of his fingers and the tip of his nails, making you shiver.
Serve? That's the word she decided to use? She wasn't lying, sure, but it was far from the intention she actually had.
"We talked about it" you said in the end.
There was silence for a few seconds, broken only by the sounds of people still drinking and dancing. Diavolo and Barbatos looked at each other, having a conversation no one else could hear.
"I take it you rejected her proposition?"
Obviously.
You nodded and he cupped your face with a sad frown. Your heart skipped a beat.
"That's a pity, my love"
For a moment you moved away from him, too lost in your incredulity to answer or even acknowledge the crazy smile on the demoness's face, but, not even a second later, Diavolo brought you back to him and continued.
"She would've make a wonderful lady in waiting"
Huh?
"Wait, what?"
Both of you ignored the woman, who looked like she'd been slapped in the face with something rotten, which, in her mind, was probably accurate.
"I asked to serve you, my Lord, not the human..."
"Beware your words" interrupted Barbatos, his tail swishing behind him like a whip.
She stopped talking then, very obviously swallowing her opinions. Diavolo speaked again.
"By serving you, she'll serve me. Give her an opportunity to make you happy and, if she fails, we'll get rid of her"
What did he mean, get rid of her? You opened your mouth to ask, but he jerked his leg, making you jump. His smile was wide, but his eyes held a warning.
You decided to let it go.
"Okay"
Diavolo laughed as loud as he usually did, finally hugging you and ignoring both Barbatos's reprimanding glance and the demoness's sour expression.
But wait.
Wait.
He said 'lady in waiting'. Like... Uh...
Were you getting married?
Barbatos
'I'll be waiting in the classroom'
That's what his last message said.
And you'd never be dumb enough to reject that invitation. ¿Spending time with your boyfriend and eating his homemade cookies? Hell yeah!
You just had to be careful not to catch Beel's attention, avoiding the main hallways and hiding between the taller students, which were almost everyone.
By the time you finally arrived to the classroom (you got lost, but you'd never admit that to anyone), you were fairly sure all of your classmates had already gone home.
Alas, you were wrong.
Barbatos's figure was as composed as ever, but you knew him just enough to know how irritated he actually was. Were you this late? It was never your intention!
But no, no, that wasn't the root of the problem.
You knew her, kinda. Not personally, but you'd seen her a lot of times in the castle, cleaning plates in the kitchen or clearing up the table after one of Diavolo's dinner parties. She looked weird in the school's uniform instead of the one the maids used, but you guessed they too had to go to RAD, just like the brothers did.
So why did Barbatos look so uncomfortable?
Both of them stared at you when you entered, walking towards him while staring at her in search of an explanation.
"MC! You're finally here"
He smiled at you with candid eyes, discreetly holding your hand and restraining himself from kissing you in front of the girl, who cleared her throat to break the moment and grinned at Barbatos like you weren't there at all.
Foolish mistake if you'd ever seen one.
Your boyfriend frowned before turning in her direction, clearly giving her one last oportunity before kicking her out of there and reclaiming his alone time with you.
The girl purposely made herself meek, lowering her gaze as if making visual contact with him was too much, something you could totally understand.
"Master Barbatos, please, I'm begging you. I just wish to learn"
You raised your eyebrows and waited for his answer. Instead, she kept talking.
"I'll follow every one of your orders, sir, I promise" arms behind her back and body slightly swaying, you now understood why he was in the edge of snapping "The others don't appreciate you as much as I do. I'll be your best student"
He stared at her, you stared at her, she stared at him, batting her lashes with a weirdly fake innocent smile.
Her demeanor vanished when the Royal Butler spoke.
"I recomend you stop this nonsense at once" he finally said, breaking the uncomfortable silence "You're embarrassing yourself and Lord Diavolo's service's good reputation"
The poor maid gaped like a fish, although you weren't feeling bad for her.
You stayed behind him, closing the distance as much as possible while staring at her over his shoulder. If you ate a cookie now, would it be too much? He'd probably forgive you, but you'd rather not risk your chances.
"You will stay on cleaning duty as long as I say and you will stop the rumors that I know have been traveling all around the castle"
She lowered her gaze again, this time in submission and humiliation. His voice sounded venomous and you could swear the room's temperature dropped a few degrees. The air was still and smelled damped and rottening.
"If the gossip hasn't disappear by midnight, rest assured, I will make sure you keep your mouth fully shut"
The threat was clear in his words, something that shouldn't, but still surprised you. The maid trembled in response before bowing and running out the classroom.
You stared at the door in surprise, not turning around until he talked again.
"Do forgive me, my dear, but you know how much I dispise rats"
He sounded scarier than ever, letting his forked tongue slip between his teeth before he searched around the room, like he was trying to find more pests.
Then, he turned to you and smiled like nothing happened, holding a cookie to your mouth as the tips of his gloved fingers caressed your jaw.
"Let's forget about this ordeal, MC. After all, I saved these just for you"
Solomon
If there was something worse than feeling jealous, it was Solomon knowing you were jealous.
You thought you could catch a break, uh? Well, you couldn't be more wrong: your boyfriend knew the moment he saw you staring at that witch.
She was cute, you guessed? Nothing exceptional, but not hideous either. You wouldn't mind at all if not for the fact that she used her appearance like a nuclear weapon.
"Oh, you're so cute!" she'd told you once "I wish I was as cute as you!"
And at first you thought nothing of it. She was just being nice! A little weird about it, sure, but who wasn't weird in RAD?
Except, she wasn't looking at you when she said that, but, instead, at your boyfriend.
Of course, Solomon, unbothered as ever, was too engrossed in the cooking book he'd borrowed from the library to pay attention.
(Later that night you had to order takeout, but you were already counting on that).
The point was: she was trying too hard. You couldn't blame her, really, you dated Solomon for a reason; but still. She was getting on your nerves.
"I'm so dumb... I'll never get it! Solomon, can you help me with this?"
Opening a door with magic? Difficult? Yeah, right.
"I've never dated a human before... How is it, MC? I bet Solomon is a great boyfriend"
He has his moments.
"Solomon! Sit with me, I saved you a seat! Why? Oh, I concentrate better when you're here!"
Shit, could she concentrate at all?
"You're so powerful! You'll have to let me have him for a night, MC! He could teach me a couple of things..."
You closed your fist, staring at her with a frown while talking yourself out of mauling her across the table. You didn't need Lucifer's rants about impropriety and self restraint on top of all of this.
"MC and I have a lesson tonight" the sorcerer said with a polite smile, unusually kind eyes and an unreadable expression "Would you like to tag along?"
She sighed and rolled her eyes, lowering her gaze in embarrassment, although you weren't sure if she was really embarrassed.
"Could we hang out alone, tho? I don't want MC to see how dumb I am. They're so much better than me! I bet I need you more than they do!"
Well, you didn't need to study with her to know she was dumb as bricks.
You looked at Solomon, opening your eyes so much in bewilderment that even the insides of your cornea were getting dry. Not a second later he turned to you, smiling with mischief, and then you remembered who were you actually dating.
"It's either this or nothing. Be in Purgatory Hall at 6, we won't be waiting for you"
The witch quickly looked at you, frustrated at his words. It wasn't ideal, you knew, thirdwheeling your crush and his partner in a study date, but what else did she expect? Every other option was plain stupid.
"Okay"
She snorted, trying to hide the disgust and disappoinment without much success. Once she left you alone, swaying her hips and her ponytail, you punched Solomon in the arm and reveled in his pain.
"MC!! Relax!"
"Don't tell me to relax!"
You tried to choke him, but he hid his neck under his shoulders before you could lift yourself to reach him better. He knew you too well.
"MC, I have an idea! You'll like it, believe me!"
"Oh, really?"
"I swear!"
Once free from your attacks, Solomon avoided your eyes and stared at his hands. It took him a couple of seconds before he could look at you again, cheeks red, while he spoke from his heart.
"I couldn't care less about her attempts, MC, but she's obviously making you uncomfortable. I won't let this keep going if I can do something about it"
"But why did you invite her to our lesson, then?"
He laughed in a carefree manner, still blushing while he took your hands in his, looking at you like he was about to uncover a precious secret.
"As your teacher, I want you to explore your potential to the maximum"
His voice lowered to a whisper and you got closer to him, letting your body shiver when his breath caressed the skin of your neck.
"Say, MC, wouldn't you like to have your very own training dummy?"
Simeon
Oh, the privileges of being friends with the most powerful demons in the Devildom.
All you had to do was pout a little and act like you were miserable, missing the warmth of the sun and the familiar scenery of the human world. Of course, all of them knew you were exaggerating, but none would take the risk of actually making you sad.
So there you were, waiting for your drinks while Simeon sunbathed outside, sitting in one of those ornate metal chairs and writing some loose ideas for his next book in a napkin. After all, you'd be crazy if you ever went to the human realm without using the opportunity to have a date with your sweetheart of a boyfriend.
If not for the brightness of his suit, he would look like a college student from an old movie, all dreamy and focused in his own world.
And, apparently, you weren't the only one thinking that.
There were a group of girls outside the cafe, all of them young, maybe even fresh out of high school, staring at Simeon like he was some kind of celebrity. Maybe it was his angelic charisma? Maybe it was just his good looks? Whatever the reason, the girls seemed ready enough to conquer the world and they wanted to start with your boyfriend.
You studied your surroundings, realizing with an uncomfortable weigh in your chest just how busy the place was. There was no way you were getting your order in less than five minutes, even being the first in line, so the only thing you could do was wait and hope the girls wouldn't bother Simeon too much.
They stayed in a closed circle for a few moments until one of them finally dared to go and talk to him. She tried to sit in the second chair, but Simeon stopped her with a quick movement of his hand, probably saying he was saving it for you.
That made you laugh, but you were starting to get second hand embarrassment. You could tell she was trying hard to catch his attention, twirling her hair around her finger and hugging her waist to make her breasts look bigger.
You couldn't see Simeon's face, but, by the way he was scratching the paper, it was obvious he was losing focus on whatever he was previously writing, which would only make him irritated.
Fortunately, and rather rudely, the waitress finally gave you the styrofoam cups and immediately ignored you again, but you couldn't care less. The girl returned to her friends just as you stepped out of the cafe, letting you know part of what happened.
"He said he didn't know what part of him made him look interested in me" she snarled with a hint of hurt in her voice, trying to hide it with offense "That I should find someone that actually finds me entertaining"
Her friends gasped and you had to stop yourself from laughing. He wasn't usually that snappy, but she did interrupt his daydreaming.
"I don't even care what he thinks, he's just some dude! I can catch anyone I want, you know?"
Anyone but him, apparently, but the only thing her friends could do was agree.
Shaking your head and holding one drink in each hand, you stopped the eavesdropping and hurried towards him, leaning over his shoulder to kiss his cheek and smiling softly when he raised his hands to stroke your hair. He was warm from the sun, but he still curled close to you even after letting you sit next to him.
The girls audibly gasped at your actions, clearly offended by your presence as if Simeon would change his mind if they waited enough.
You couldn't bring yourself to pay them attention. Not when he was caressing your knuckles with such love in his touch and a feeling so deep in his eyes that it made your heart violently stop.
"So what were you writing?"
He smiled and eagerly showed you the napkin. By the time you turned around, the girls were already gone.
Tagging the party: @hello-gloomy @the-sassiest-toaster @hero-nii-blog @yourlocalyin @elaemae @eliciria @darkflowerav
Author's note:
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Simeon's part sucked the soul out of me (not in the good way), but at least it's well-written. Also, this will be the last part for now: I don't know Mephisto, Raphael or Thirteen enough, so they won't be in any of my posts (for now)
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Breaking the bed pt. 2
@leviachaaaaan @skylar-multifandom
I couldn't resist a part 2. Enjoy ;) Smut below the cut, heavily implied thr33some in Belphie and Beel's part. Solomon's a little shit, as always. NSFW
Pt.1
Belphegor & Beelzebub
Belphie, motivate himself enough to actually break his favourite place in the Devildom?
MC would need to do a great deal of goading and teasing for Belphegor to voluntarily get strenuous with their activities. Don't get me wrong, he loves MC and he wants to make them feel good, but if he can get that done while lying on his back, why wouldn't he?
However...there's one sure way to get this demon going.
Sharing MC with Beel has Belphie truly shining as an evil mastermind. He's clever, deceptively so. And Beel's only too eager to serve, to make MC come apart between the two of them.
Beel's normal gentleness also tends to slip a little if he's sharing MC with his twin. He'll still never hurt them, unless they like it. But he follows Belphie's lead and that strength of his...
The bed rarely survives the three of them playing together, and the moment that frame starts cracking, Belphie paints MC's neck in lovebites, and sweet Beel leaves finger-shaped bruises on their hips.
MC's half convinced Belphie manipulates sex to cause collateral damage on purpose, just so he can see the look on Lucifer's face.
Diavolo
It was 100% an accident...mostly.
In his defence, he and MC rarely ever actually get as far as the bed. More often it's his desk, the shower, against the wall in the hallway with their hand over his mouth.
Having the space, and time and freedom to actually take MC in a real bed felt...liberating, and the prince got a little carried away.
The moment he heard the resounding crack, Diavolo froze, realising they were now at an angle, and MC, the little menace, started laughing.
Diavolo let out a good natured chuckle and swiftly scoops them up off the wrecked mattress. "Well then, my desk, or the shower?"
Barbatos
Break something? Sweetheart, the only thing this demon's going to break is you.
He's far too neat and proper to cause collateral damage during sex.
Solomon
In this case, one might say that MC is the one who broke the bed, after this menace of a tease drove them mad enough for them to want to fuck him into shutting the hell up.
He loves seeing them mildly frustrated, that little knot between their brow as they stare at him like they're going to sort his shit out, and oh he knows they will.
He ignores the bedframe cracking, whining as MC pulled away from him to leave him at the edge all over again.
"You'd better break me next, little one."
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miiyochi · 9 months
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living with solomon in cocytus hall
note. didnt feel like making it a big post, take this small..thing. its 3am im going to bed :p
read part 2 here
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living with solomon has given you the much needed tranquility in your otherwise very chaotic life in the devildom. months ago you would’ve never thought that living with solomon could be so… intimate.
it only took three days to come up with a chore schedule that the both of you follow to a t. monday, wednesday, friday where solomon’s while tuesday, thursday and friday were yours. to settle for sunday solomon suggested rock paper scissors. (you thought it was a silly way of settling it but you went along with it because he’s got the cutest laugh when he wins &lt;3)
on his days, solomon had basically become your house husband. he’d welcome you at the door with a greeting, “welcome back darling <3” he’d half tease while blowing a kiss. you’d roll your eyes and sit at the kitchen island with your own greeting,
“hi sol. did you miss me?” “more than anything” he says earnestly.
solomon thinks sleepy you is the cutest you. sometimes he’ll just sit at the couch fondly watching you stumble around tired as hell. or he’d sit in your shared bed and comment on how cute you’re being when you shuffle your way to the bathroom to get ready.
“ah, you’re so cute i could just die.” he sighs contently while sliding over your cup of coffee. “mmm…shutup” you mumble, eyeing the mug suspiciously. “you didn’t put anything funny in this?” you say as you take curious sips… it’s kind of sweet. solomon lets out an airy laugh with a half offended look, “you think i’d poison you?” you nod.
you and solomon have seperate rooms. yet the both of you find eachother having “sleepovers” at eachother’s rooms. solomon’s excuse is always ‘yours is closer’. you don’t even bother making up one, just simply inviting yourself over when solomon stays up late. ‘if i’m not here you’d never sleep’ you reason, solomon just nods along and lets you drag him to bed.
though, you tend to stay in solomon’s room more. it smells like him…. his scent is comforting. it’s become the most comforting and familiar thing in this strange and unfamiliar world. even back in your timeline his room smelt the same.
“you smell like home” you mumble sleepily, clinging on harder to solomon’s waist. snuggling closer to his chest, you can faintly hear solomon’s heart thump faster. he doesn’t respond but you know he’s heard you. solomon pulls you closer and kisses the top of your head, ‘you are home’ he thinks.
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rabidferretnightmares · 2 months
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MC: Solomon and I got married!
Belphie: Don't go around sharing your personal problems with everyone
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yuujispinkhair · 11 months
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Tease
You get caught up in a game of seduction with your new housemate Solomon. A game you never announced publicly. But the rules are clear. Whoever can make the other give in to their desires first is the winner. In more ways than one. Who will it be? The sexy sorcerer or you?
Pairing: Solomon x Reader (female) Genre: smut + fluff Word Count: 3k Warnings: 18+, smut, sexual teasing, mentions of mutual masturbation through the bedroom wall, mirror sex, nipple play, fingering, praise, dirty talk, slight over-stimulation. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.
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It's a game. A game of who can seduce the other one first. A game of who will give in first to their desires. It has been going on for weeks now. Ever since you moved into Cocytus Hall with Solomon. You can always feel his eyes on you, following you everywhere you go. And you do the same, unable to keep your gaze off the silver-haired sorcerer, who somehow has become even more attractive now that you are so close to him all the time.
Yes, it's part of the game when Solomon flirts with you openly. When he smiles that charming smile and calls you love and darling, and compliments you whenever he can.
Just like it's part of the game when you grin like the Cheshire Cat and call him your boyfriend in front of the demon brothers, with a teasing wink in Solomon's direction and a friendly pat on his thigh.
Solomon tells everyone during dinner that you are very special to him and that the two of you have a very deep relationship, making it sound as if you are fucking on every surface of your shared home. His words are accompanied by a soft touch of his fingertips on your hand that's resting next to your plate. Under the table, you have to press your thighs together as heat throbs in your core.
In turn, you pretend to stumble over the carpet in your living room the next day, landing conveniently in Solomon's lap, where he is man-spreading on the couch, looking so sexy that your panties are already sticky with wetness.
His reaction is a low, breathy whisper,
"Careful, darling. Don't hurt yourself. You're lucky I was sitting here to catch you."
You almost moan when you nuzzle your face into his neck and let your lips brush teasingly over his sensitive skin as you whisper thanks to him. However, your smile is victorious when you feel a tell-tale hardness press against you.
But he resists you, just like you resist him too. No winner is declared tonight. You go to sleep in separate rooms, listening to each other's soft moans carrying through the thin wall, as both of you have a hand between your legs, touching yourself to the thought of the other.
You start dressing in your tightest clothes and shortest dresses, making sure to give your sexy sorcerer something to fantasize about every day.
But you aren't the only one making this game move.
You chuckle softly when you realize that anytime Solomon enters your shared home, he immediately takes off his flowy coat. Revealing his tall, lean muscled figure to you in his tight-fitting black pants and the long-sleeved shirt that shows off his body. You can see every firm muscle. He looks good! 
You know he is doing it on purpose. You know it by the way he cocks his head and smiles as if daring you. As if saying, 'Come here and put your hands on me, darling. Don't you want to touch me?'
Your fingers twitch with the almost irresistible urge to just lunge at him and grab those sexy muscles. But you refuse. Balling your fingers into fists and smiling back at him, angelic, sweet, innocent. You will not lose this game!
And so the game continues without any player ever mentioning that it is taking place. 
You and Solomon are teasing each other and flirting 24/7, filling the room with so much sexual tension that it is almost touchable.
But never more than that.
Neither wants to lose, it seems. Both of you are ambitious players.
You turn your head to the side and laugh before you are too caught up in Solomon's blue eyes and seductive voice while he caresses your cheek under the guise of brushing away a breadcrumb.
And he gently but firmly pushes you off his lap and off his hard-on with a soft laugh and a good-natured,
"I suggest you get some rest, love, if you are so unsteady on your pretty feet that you trip and fall into my lap.
You know that he knows what you are doing. And he knows that you know too. Both of you seem to enjoy this game of slow seduction immensely. You definitely do. It's addictive to tease and flirt and see how far you can go until Solomon snaps. Until you win.
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Ironically, when it finally happens, it isn't even part of your elaborate plan to get some sexy sorcerer dick. It is just you being a forgetful idiot.
You have just finished your long luxurious bath when you realize you forgot to bring fresh clothes.
You are too busy cursing under your breath about having to walk down the cold hallway stark-naked that you don't even see him until a graceful but firm hand closes around your arm.
"Enough is enough, you little tease. What do you think you're doing? You're the naughtiest apprentice I ever had."
Solomon's voice is low, talking slowly, pronouncing every word clearly. The tone of his voice is a seductive mix of stern and amused. His words and the firm grip on your arm leave no doubt. Tonight the two of you will cross that invisible line that you have been tiptoeing around.
Your breath hitches in your throat.
"S... Solomon."
You can feel his tall body pressing against your back now. Firm muscles and potent magic. It's arousing to have him this close. To stand here stark naked while he is fully clothed. A shudder washes over you, accompanied by a pulsing sensation between your legs. You can feel yourself getting wet just from this.
And it only gets more intense when you feel the luxurious fabric of his clothes brush over your skin. When you feel the firmness of his body and his warm breath on your neck as he leans down to murmur in your ear,
"I admit defeat. I can't keep my hands off you any longer. But just so you know, sweetheart. You aren't playing fair."
A light gasp escapes your mouth when the grip of his strong hands tightens on your arms, and he steers you back into the bathroom you just left.
Your heart is beating up to your throat, your mind is spinning, and your pussy is very, very wet. You feel light-headed, almost dizzy from excitement.
Solomon is so strong, so powerful, easily maneuvering you through the vast bathroom. He stops walking, and the firm grip on your upper arms loosens, replaced by his long fingers gently running down your arms. His thumbs graze the sides of your naked breasts, sending shock waves of pleasure through you.
You lift your head and blink. Your breath comes out shakily when you realize where you are. Your reflection is staring back at you from the full-length mirror, eyes heavily lidded, pupils blown wide, and lips parted almost dumbly. Your breasts are enticingly squished together from the way you press your arms to your sides, your nipples erect and so sensitive that even the brush of air makes you moan softly.
You look slutty. Aroused and naughty, standing here in front of the mirror, naked in the arms of the man you desire so badly.
Blue eyes meet yours in the mirror. Solomon's gaze is deep and intense, desire burning unguardedly in those beautiful blue and brown irises. Yet, underneath the desire, you can still see a cheeky twinkle. The same sparkle you have seen every day since your little game started.
You return his intense gaze, sure that he can see how turned on you are. And then his eyes leave yours to slowly trail down further, taking in the sight of your naked body, your full breasts, and all your curves. You gulp when his gaze lingers on the place between your thighs.
Your pulse is fluttering nervously. It's humiliating to be so fully exposed to Solomon's lustful gaze, To be completely naked while he is still dressed, knowing that he is looking at your pussy. The thought alone makes more cream coat your pussy lips. 
You make an embarrassing noise, a soft squeak, and turn your face to the side, too ashamed suddenly to look into the mirror and see Solomon's hungry gaze on your exposed body.
A soft laugh fills the room, and strong arms wrap around your waist while warm lips leave a barely palpable trail of kisses over your neck.
"Don't act shy now, darling. Isn't this what you planned? Didn't you want to seduce me? Didn't you want to drive me crazy with your body? It certainly worked."
He pulls you closer to him until your body is flush against his. And you can feel it. You can feel how crazy you drive him. How much he wants you. You can feel his hard cock press against your back, large and hot even through the silky fabric of his neat black pants.
A whine escapes your lips. A sound so needy that it's embarrassing. But you nod and answer him with a breathy,
"Y... yes. That was my plan."
"I have to congratulate you on your win, then. I couldn't resist your charms any longer. Well played, sweetheart."
His voice is velvety soft, warm, and deep, arousal clear in it. But there is also a teasing tone to it.
Soft, warm hands come up to cup your breasts and squeeze them gently.
"Ah, yes, just as I thought. You feel so good under my hands."
Solomon's touch is loving but firm. Long fingers sprawl over your tits, playing with them, squeezing them lovingly, making you moan and let your head fall back against Solomon's shoulder.
Technically you have won. But have you really? You aren't sure who is seducing who at the moment. Solomon took full control over the situation, even though you are the one who was proclaimed the winner. But there is no doubt about who is in charge at the moment.
Maybe it's his natural dominance. Maybe it's his height and strength. Maybe the powerful magic exuding from him. No matter what it is, you are putty in his arms. Your breath comes out in short gasps, your body is melting against Solomon's firm muscles, heart racing wildly, and pussy throbbing with need, so wet that you can feel it on your inner thighs.
Solomon's fingers begin to toy with your nipples, pinching them between two fingers, rolling them gently, teasingly tugging on them until you moan loudly and your eyes close in pleasure.
"Open your eyes. I want you to look at yourself."
Solomon's breath is warm on your neck, and his voice is dripping with desire and smugness. He loves the power he has over you. And you love it too, love being under his spell, trapped in his strong arms.
You sob as you obey his command and open your eyes. What you see in the mirror makes you moan loudly. You see yourself squirming needily in Solomon's arms, lips hanging open as moans spill from them, eyes clouded over by lust. And your nipples are stiff and erect, tits plump in Solomon's strong hands where he squishes them together.
He presses a lingering kiss to the side of your neck, blue eyes watching you admiringly in the mirror.
"Yes, keep looking, darling. Look how beautiful you are. I want you to watch closely. Watch me play with you, my pretty girl."
You whine when his warm, loving hands let go of your sensitive tits. But they only wander further down your body, caressing your sides slowly, while hot kisses trail up and down your neck and the thick hardness trapped in Solomon's pants throbs against your back.
You would make a pact with him right this second just to get his cock inside you. But the only thing you can do is shiver and exhale shakily as skilled fingers caress your hips.
Somehow you know Solomon won't give you the whole package tonight. The game isn't over yet. But you will take everything he is willing to give you. You will collect your prize for your victory by letting yourself fall apart under Solomon's magical fingers.
Those fingers brush teasingly over your inner thighs. They graze lightly over your wet slit. And you gasp loudly, pussy creaming up even more, hot and slick against Solomons exploring hands.
"Let me see all of you, my love."
Your gaze is glued to where Solomon's firm fingers spread your pussy lips open, exposing your glistening wet clit and folds. You are dripping with arousal, your cunt giving away just how much you crave the gorgeous sorcerer.
A low sexy moan is coming from him, and he rolls his hips against your ass, pushing his large cock against you, letting you feel how hard he is for you.
"Oh fuck, look at you. Look at my pretty girl and her pretty pussy. So beautiful and so wet. Let me take care of that pretty pussy for you."
Two fingers find your puffy clit and rub slow circles around it, spreading your cream over it, making your hips buck and your mouth part with loud moans.
Solomon's breath is hot on your neck as his soft low moans join yours. His fingers keep flicking your swollen bud, gentle and slow. And maybe he is really working magic on you because nothing has ever felt so good as Solomon's hands on your body, on your tits, and your pussy.
You gulp hard as you observe yourself in the mirror, watching yourself spread your legs sluttily for Solomon. Watching him rub your needy pussy so expertly that you are a shaking, whining mess.
"Yes, just like that, darling. Look how beautiful you are. You're doing so well. You're such a good girl for me."
You don't know whether it's the praise coming out of Solomon's mouth in that sexy raspy tone or whether it's the way he rubs and pampers your clit, that makes you sob loudly. You are already so embarrassingly close to cumming.
Solomon pushes two fingers inside you, making you see stars. It's like he is using his magic on you, like it is inside you, filling your pussy, making it throb with a kind of pleasure you haven't known before. He fucks you with his fingers, deep and good, while his other hand massages your clit.
Your eyes close as you give yourself completely to the sexy sorcerer, leaning on him, your head resting against his firm chest, legs spread for him, moaning his name while your cream is dripping down his long fingers.
"Keep your eyes open, sweetheart. Watch me pamper that cute pussy of yours."
What you see is a total horny wreck. Your tits bounce sluttily from how hard you ride Solomon's fingers, so desperate to cum. The noises that fall from your parted lips are obscene, loud, needy mewls and sobs, but they almost get drowned out by the loud squishing noises of your overly wet pussy.
Solomon's fingers push against that sweet spot deep inside you, making your hips buck wildly. You are almost crying by now from how good it feels, getting on your tiptoes, body so ready to cum all over those gorgeous fingers, needily chasing after your high.
"Solomon!! Oh yes, yes, right there! Ah!! I'm gonna...I'm gonna..."
"Mmmh, I know, darling, I know. Show me how pretty you look when you cum all over my fingers."
You fall apart right then and there, crying out brokenly as your hands grab Solomon's arms, digging your nails into them as your orgasm overtakes you, long and hot, with a dizzying force. Your pussy spasms around Solomon's fingers, body shaking, loud cries falling from your lips. You feel hot all over, your face, your whole body, but most of all, your pussy. It's almost too much, too intense.
You are trembling and sobbing, clawing at Solomon's wrists, but he stops you,
"Shh, let me take proper care of you, just like you deserve."
And he keeps fucking you with those talented fingers, slower now, while his thumb plays with your over-stimulated clit, gradually slowing his movements to slow, gentle caresses. But he doesn't stop until he has rubbed every last wave of orgasm out of you.
When he finally pulls his fingers out of you, he lets them trail over your puffy clit, making your hips buck one last time before you collapse bonelessly against Solomon, resting your full weight against his firm body, but he doesn't even stagger.
Your breathing is ragged, and your pussy is pulsing with the heavy aftershocks of your orgasm. You lift your head to look at Solomon's beautiful face in the mirror. His cheeks are flushed, and his blue eyes are dark with desire. But the teasing smile is still on his face as he brings the fingers you just came on to his lips and slowly licks them clean, rolling his eyes in pleasure as if your taste is the most delicious thing the self-proclaimed gourmet ever tasted in his long life.
A delighted smile spreads over his face. And with that, Solomon steps away from you, strong hands steadying you, making sure you can stand on your own before he lets go of you.
"If you will excuse me now, please. I have to take care of an urgent matter."
He winks at you and gestures to the big bulge in his tight black pants.
"I can help you with that, darling."
"I know, but not today, sweetheart. Some dishes get even better when you let them simmer for a while."
He grins at you, and you find a matching smile tugging at your lips. Before you can stop yourself, you blurt out,
"Hey, Solomon?"
"Yes, (y/n)?"
"I didn't plan this... I really forgot to bring a change of clothes."
Blue eyes blink at you for a moment, and then loud laughter fills the room. Solomon is shaking from it, holding his stomach as he grins broadly at you.
"Still, congrats on your win! But don't think the game is over yet. This was only the first round. Who knows, maybe I will win the next one."
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Thank you so much for reading! This is my first time writing for Solomon. I just couldn't resist anymore!! He has been one of my faves for a while already, and ever since we moved in with him in Nightbringer, I am constantly spinning more and more out of control aaaaaah I want him so bad!!!
I hope you enjoyed this little story and that my characterization was ok. I decided that as a fellow Sagittarius, Solomon surely loves a little game where he has to chase the object of his desires and gets chased in return. It makes things so much more exciting :) There might be another part someday. I mean, as Solomon said, the game is still on, and we still need to get that sorcerer dick ;)
Please let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs make me happy!
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Oh God, What Have We Done??: Father!Solomon Headcanons
You know what? I'm a Solomon love-hater but I'll go to bat for him too. You could pick worse.
Contents: Unhinged Ms. Frizzle-style parenting, the horrors of human biology, possible pregnancy implications, fluff
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So. I can see this happening intentionally. Solomon craves a happy family, so I absolutely see the thought of rasing a kid with MC coming up once or twice.
That said, I think zero planning actually went into making it happen. This is a spur-of-the-moment decision made by two lovesick dolts. Not a damn thought was spared for the consequences, and it shows.
For starters, MC and Solomon both agreed to raise a child together while they were in the human world and told NOBODY ELSE. So from the outside looking in, they just left the Devildom for “training purposes” and returned with a random infant!
No call ahead. No fanfare. They both stepped out of the portal with a flying stroller and bottomless diaper bag, grinning from ear to ear like it all was just souvenirs from Disney World!
Naturally, all hell broke loose. The brothers were collectively hyperventilating, Simeon almost fainted, and Diavolo noticed that Barbatos wasn't moving or blinking, so the Little Ds had to carry him away like a malfunctioning android...
Does Solomon having a kid make him a grandfather…? He is not ready to ponder that thought. No one is.
Despite Mammon and Belphegor’s insistence they had to “Put it back!” after MC made it clear that raising a baby was what they wanted and that Solomon was there to stay, the brothers made peace with it… to varying degrees.
Asmo was the only one thrilled that his favorite humans now have an even cuter mini-human to take around because he'd get to try his hand at baby fashion design! The least happy was probably Belphegor because a baby means that MC is going to be way too busy to nap now. Plus, he had to deal with a lot more Solomon in his life, which very few people ever ask for...
The crew's reaction to the baby's development is actually pretty funny to see. Humans age much, much faster than their supernatural counterparts so, from their perspective, the new baby is growing at lightning speed!
Mammon was with them when they were teaching the baby to crawl and he started freaking out because, “How’re they movin' already!?” The first day their child came running, physically running, into the HoL without any help actually made Levi scream in fright.
The House had a complete meltdown when Beel was watching the child one day and they lost a tooth while eating some hard candy. They all thought that MC and Solomon were going to burn the place down, so imagine their surprise when the overjoyed parents kept congratulating their kid for losing a baby tooth...
And don't get any of them started on the growth spurts...
The one to take to the kid the most as they grew was, funnily enough, Lucifer. Most likely because their various milestones reminded him of when his brothers were doing the same things.
The child is more than happy to tell “Uncle Luci” anything, which he acts like he only tolerates, but in reality he loves being their favorite brother.
Barbatos is EXTREMELY protective of them. Nearly as protective as he is with Diavolo.
Their kid, of course, has no clue. He's just nice Uncle Barbie (he refused to be called Grandpa) who makes them sweets and watches over them in the Castle. But anyone who get too close while they're playing gets a stare down worse than all of Cerberus’ heads combined...
Mammon swore in front of them once and Barbatos strung him up so tightly that even Lucifer thought it was overkill.
Luke seems to enjoy having a baby sibling of sorts to look after, but he is going to be so upset when they get taller than him in the blink of an eye. He’s going to be their guardian angel for sure, btw.
As a father, Solomon is… spirited. Anyone can see that he’s ecstatic to be a parent, it’s just…
Well, years of isolation on top of being a once-in-a-lifetime prodigy may not have made him the most “in touch” with children these days, you know? MC has absolutely come home to find Solomon has propped up their 6-month-old with a stack of books to start teach them how to play chess.
Daddy-Baby adventure always end in spectacular fashion. Solomon is a very “hands-on science teacher” kind of guy with unwavering confidence in his abilities to keep his child safe. This, to be fair, isn’t unwarranted, however...
Does that mean you should make a plans to take your child to forbidden places for some sightseeing? Or let your child touch, paw at, and gnaw on any magic item that suits their fancy in the name of a making a new teaching experience...? Probably not, but it’s also how he learned so…
It must be assumed that whatever kid these two have, biological or not, will be a magic powerhouse of destructive proportions. All that training from Solomon himself since infancy? They'll have a wand in their hand before they can even work a fork!
I like to imagine that Solomon's kid would have a very, very hard time controlling their magic and it would get uncontrollable at times. Like, a sneeze could knock over a bookshelf or getting angry makes things go flying. But Solomon would never ever scold them for it like it’s they're fault.
He'd never make them feel the same isolation and shame that he did at their age.
It would be very, very sweet. But it also means that MC could come home to a flooded house and, instead of cleaning out the water, Solomon would teaching their child how to snorkel in the living room.
Pure chaos, but MC could never find a prouder father. Solomon would devote his entire being to giving their child all of the love and happiness they deserve. Their kid almost never sees him without a grin on his face, just ready to just wrap them a bear hug for no reason.
On quiet nights, he'd cradle them or rock them to sleep while holding back tears. MC has found him over their crib like he’s still trying to convince himself that they're real, that he's gotten this lucky.
He's not a conventional father. Hell, he's not a conventional human either. But he’s grateful for day he gets to be a parent... Every. Single. One.
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falling asleep on them with simeon and solomon pls i beg
falling asleep on them
with simeon and solomon.
warnings: use of the terms ‘love’ ‘sweetheart’. not proofread. first time writing for them so could be ooc. also so sorry if it’s repetitive i ran out of scenarios </3
lucifer, mammon & satan’s ver | obey me masterlist
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SIMEON felt two arms encircle his shoulders as he was reading. "Hello, my love," he says, taking your hands in his and guiding you to sit down next to him. "Please save me." "Why? What happened, sweetheart?" he chuckled. "the brothers. They're all fighting again, and I can't deal with them anymore, so I'm going to hide here," you sighed, shuffling closer to him. "What’re you reading?" You sneak a glimpse at the book in his hand. "Satan gave me this book; he said I would like it." "Do you?" "So far, so good. Why don’t you lay down here? I'll read it to you." You grin at his offer, quickly settling yourself on his lap, and soon you eventually find yourself drifting off to sleep. Simeon peers down when he doesn’t feel any movement from you and smiles softly. Simeon gently picks you up and takes you to bed. He tucks you in, pressing light kisses on your eyelids. This angel is so madly in love with you like he really doesn't know how he got so fortunate to have someone like you in his life.
SOLOMON was working on some spells when you came into his room and plopped down beside him. "tired?" he asked, shifting a little so you could move closer. "Not really," you lie, your voice heavy and sleep evident in your eyes. Solomon just smiles and continues working while you watch him and try to fight the sleep in your eyes. You were exhausted from a full day of classes and the brother’s antics, but you had been waiting all day to spend some quality time with him due to not being able to give him a lot of time the past few days. you were just so busy with classes and the brothers. He never said anything to you, of course, only giving you a reassuring smile when you apologised for not being able to hang out with him yet again. He was a little upset, yes, but he understands, so he’ll never show it to you. The last thing he wants to do is to add onto your plate. Now that you have the chance to spend some time with him, there is no way you are letting sleep take it away from you. "You’re tired, love; get some rest, yeah?" “I'm not tired at all; I’ll wait until you're finished." "You're so stubborn, you know that," he chuckled, pressing a light kiss on your temple. You feel your eyes growing heavier by the second, and eventually give in and doze off on Solomon’s shoulder. He carefully shifts your head onto his chest and covers you with his cape, a satisfied smile taking over his face as he lays his head on top of yours. Even if the two of you aren't able to spend every moment together, Solomon will forever treasure each and every moment he spends with you.
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Heyyy just checked your masterlist and saw that despite you being into obey me! fandom, you don't have a fic. I'm married to Solomon in my mind so how about a situation where the reader (fem or gn your pick) is equally in love with this old man and begs him to recreate that time potion which made him immortal. Oh? Did i mention i want him to be a yandere? Please do that as well ^^
I love me my morally grey wizard ;)
I have 3 unfinished drafts for Diavolo, Barbatos and Satan on my Wattpad, but it was around the time I started getting Baki related requests here so I haven’t had the time to continue them. This goes for everyone reading, if you see a fandom title with no works you can always request something! :) This blog is only a few months old and I wasn’t writing much before (twice or thrice a year if I was generously inspired), so the variety is rather limited still. (I also finish requests at the pace of a snail, sorry about that)
Yandere! Solomon x Reader Headcanons
Featuring your fellow human classmate and now soon-to-be husband who couldn’t be happier about your wish to spend an eternity with him.
Content: gender neutral reader, obsessive behavior
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It started rather subtle. Just idle curiosity at first, a mere feigned surprise that was quickly swept aside for more important matters. Sure, Diavolo bringing another fellow human to the Devildom, especially one without any powers, was at least mildly intriguing. Your situation was as tempting as a puzzle to fiddle with in between tasks. Beyond polite offers to help you handle the new challenging environment, Solomon was not planning on prying further. Then the surprises begun to queue one after another. To think that you had barely learned your way around and somehow still forged a contract with one of the devilish siblings. Then another. And another. Fascination crept its way in and the greatest sorcerer found himself begging to learn more about the mysterious (Y/N).
Naturally such fascination should’ve had an intellectual grounding and nothing more. What is it about you that has caused such a ruckus across RAD? All he needed was an answer. Yet he discovered much too late how embarrassingly involved he’d become. Childishly clutching his D.D.D. in the middle of the night, wondering if you’ve already fallen asleep, and grinning when the screen lit up with a response from you. Cancelling all plans the instant you’d ask - casually - if he wanted to join you after class to check out a new café. No, of course he had nothing else to do. Yes, it’s definitely a lucky coincidence that he’s always available when you want to hang out with him.
Once he accepted he was madly in love with you, he began fretting over all possible obstacles. The demon brothers, life after RAD. He’d never engaged much with other humans and his charisma only covered superficial pleasantries. How was he to properly convey that he’s - mildly put - obsessed with you to the point where rejection won’t be taken lightly? Uh oh. Closer to a threat than a confession. Thankfully the Heavens were gracious and you immediately returned his affections. No need for potions or hexes (not that he would’ve…he had them prepared just in case). He remembers it to this day, years after, the wide, innocent smile that you so generously bestowed upon him. Almost like a premonition, he knew you’d be the person to marry. Something he never considered in his long, lonely life.
You lazily lift your hand and admire the ring again. Solomon is quite clumsy and forgetful, but he goes all out for the things that matter. The proposal had been planned to a dizzying amount of detail and you couldn’t believe how much thought he put into it, with many aspects you otherwise assumed he’d forget or omit. Yet staring at the intricately carved band adorning your finger now, you can’t help the pang of melancholy blooming in your chest. Solomon lifts his gaze from the book he’s reading, sensing your discomfort. “Something bothering you?” He inquires with a hint of worry in his voice. “What happens after the wedding?” You demand, turning to face him. “Oh my. I personally prefer to focus on the present.” He answers with a chuckle. “Sure, because you don’t have to worry about your future. It’s mine that will end at some point.” His eyes widen and his hands are suddenly cold. He’s been so entranced by your company that he didn’t even entertain the idea of a potential end to it. He almost strokes his cheek to soothe the hard slap of your words, leaving him in a frightened stupor.
Oh no. No, no, no. Within the blink of an eye he finds himself standing before the alchemy shelves, rattling the bottles for the right ingredients. You didn’t even need to mutter a word. He knew exactly what you’re thinking of. How shameful of him to have caused you this distress in the first place. You’re young, and time for him has lost its human meaning, so your mortality hadn’t crossed his mind this entire time. He would’ve found a solution for it later, most certainly, but he didn’t expect this postponement to make you so anxious. His lips are quivering and his slender fingers are visibly trembling. Partly from the fear of almost failing you as your future husband, partly from the excitement of what’s about to come. He always imagined there’d be nothing more beautiful and precious to witness than you in your wedding attire as you tie the knot. But now? Oh, how ravishingly tempting and seducing, the fact that he can listen to the mundanely repeated words of “Til death do us part” and stare down its meaning until there’s nothing left of it. Not quite. Not for you two. The veil will be lifted and your face will radiate eternity.
After all, nothing will stand between him and his fated soulmate. What’s death to a wizard of his caliber?
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solomiracle · 6 months
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solomon: mc and i are practically married lol <3
lucifer, under his breath: i can't wait for your divorce
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fanficsat12am · 9 months
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how the brothers and datables reacting to mc who giggles and blushes when reading romance books I Solomon & Simeon
Request from @dionyjoons: Hello, I was wondering if you could do the brothers (and maybe solomon and simeon) reacting to mc who keeps giggling and blushing when reading romance books please :)
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Solomon
He was in the middle of practicing his spells when he heard it. He looked behind him towards the source of the sound and found you sprawled out on the couch, a book laying flat on your face with your fingers gripping it tightly as if trying to use it as a shield to cover yourself from the world. He used a spell and was able to easily lift it up, finally being able to see your face—quickly noticing a red hue enveloping it. 
Solomon would jokingly tease you at first, a sly smirk working its way to his lips. He doesn’t really mind though and actually likes it, taking pleasure in the short chance he hears your giggles. He’s not an idiot, he knows how you're reminded of him through the main character’s love interest. He finds everything about you interesting, and this just adds to the never-ending list of what makes you so fascinating. 
“Mind if I join you?” He asked, a book with what seemed to be mystical writings on the cover.
“Sure! I’ve got to warn you though, I’m a noisy reader” You say.
“That’s what I’m counting on” he replies, a loving look in his eyes.
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Simeon
He was about to call you down to eat when he heard a sound through the partially open door of his room. Peeping in, he saw you reading in bed with a dumb smile on your face—giggles erupting from you every now and then. He opted to stay unnoticed for the time being…that was until you heard the door creek open. Your face became even redder if that was even possible.
Despite yourself thinking you sounded like a dolphin, Simeon thought it was heavenly—the melody quickly making his heart flutter when he heard it. He slid into bed, positioned himself behind you, and wrapped his arms around your frame. You felt him snuggle into your neck, the angel peeking over your shoulder to get a glimpse of the pages. From then on, he would now frequently ask if he can join you in your little reading sessions. You rarely rejected him and is now a form of quality time for the two of you in your hectic schedules. After a busy day, Luke would typically find the both of you in Simeon’s room sleeping, tangled up in the sheets with a book close by.
“Just one more chapter please” you begged.
His hands gently lay on top of yours, closing the book for the day.
“As much as I would love that, you need to rest, My Dove. Tomorrow’s a new day, one in which I look forward to once again holding you here and listening to your little giggles” he whispered, planting a soft kiss to your temple as he proceeds to pull you in even closer.
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luxthestrange · 7 months
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Incorrect quotes#892 It's a prank bruh
Mc*Cooking tonight's dinner along with Solomon who is being supervised by you...but whenever he is about to add something he isn't supposed to you prank him by calling him names*-Hey Buddy,I need your help real quick-
Solo*Freezes as he is gonna add meat to the English trifle, quickly coming to your side*"BUDDY"?-No way you JUST called me "Buddy".
Mc*Holding snickers and looks at him*No, Look champ I wasn't trying to-
Solo*Holding his heart, looking offended*"CHAMP"!?!
Mc: Sorry pal-
Solo*On his knees in the kitchen, holding his face in anger*OH MY GOD-
Mc*Holding his head and kisses his forehead as they crouched*
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