#solomon x you

[saturncodedstarlette]

Solomon, encouraging MC : —and you’re clearly very powerful now, starlight. You managed to take down a legion of monsters all by yourself without my help.

MC, still doubtful : Do you really think I’m powerful?

Solomon, cradling your face in his palms : I, for one, find you terrifying

[leviathans-watching]

seeing you shirtless pt 2

includes: levi, satan, diavolo, solomon x/& gn!reader (no pronouns/body type mentioned/described)

wc: .4k | rated t | m.list | pt 1

a/n: this is for @high-tech-heathen, who wanted satan's reaction! my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback, so come say hi!

warnings: minorly suggestive (thirsty chars)

➳ levi blushes wildly, looking everywhere but at you. he manages to not mention it, stuttering and struggling through his question as his cheeks grow redder and redder. he can barely think. the person he likes–the only 3D person he likes!–is standing in front of him like something out of a–no, nevermind, he’s not going there–and he just doesn’t know what to do! unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, for him, you pick up on his nerves and decide to make it your mission to tease him more. as you grow closer, levi wonders if he’s going to go to an early grave.

➳ satan raises his eyebrows, shutting his book softly. “is it hot in here?” he asks innocently, and you nod. he nods too, drinking you in as you go back to your own tasks, unaware of his gaze, and wonders what the merits of stealing you away all for himself would be. probably more trouble than it’s worth, he decides, then immediately takes back that decision when you finally notice him staring and give him a warm smile, cocking your head inquisitively.

➳ diavolo wastes no time, stripping out of his own shirt. you laugh at his antics while he flexes overtly, making sure to show off all of his good angles as he reaches over to help you. you don’t need the help, but that’s not going to stop him, especially when it allows him to lean in close, starting deep into your eyes. you continue to laugh, but he’s not oblivious to the hitching in your breath, the way your eyes track the ripples in his muscles, and pride swells inside his chest as he ‘accidentally’ brushes his hand across your arm, making your cheeks heat.

➳ solomon is at full attention, swallowing hard as you move around the room. he can only be grateful that you’re with him, and not the demon brothers, as there’s no doubt that they’d swallow you up. not that he’s planning to do any different, but hey, at least now he’s got the first chance before they can swoop in and steal you away like they always manage to. but unfortunately for him, you’re oblivious to his attention, and carry right on with your chores, leaving the room before he has a chance to enact any of his plans.

leviathans-watching's work - please do not copy, repost, or claim as your own

[yuujispinkhair]

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.

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.

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."

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!

[l3viat8an]

Hear me out for a sec plzzz

Solomon does this thing; where he’ll casually hold the back of your neck while he stands just behind you. It’s a soft touch, easy to do and keeps you closer to him.

It doesn’t necessarily mean he’s being possessive- but it looks like he is and he loves that~

Really he just enjoys touching you. enjoys idly running his thumb against your skin. enjoys just resting his fingers there lightly to feel your pulse against his fingertips, to feel the way your heart beats a little faster just for him <3

[deviljesterlamb]

Solomon, who notices a white hair on your pretty little head. Then is shocked but amazed too by this surprise before him.

Solomon, who lovingly teases you over it, and imagines how you would look with white/silver hair like him.

Solomon, who is trying to look at the positives from this all, but not the negatives. Of you showing your aging quicker/sooner than expected.

Solomon, who fears the days are moving too fast now and wonders if he can bear to watch his beautiful flower. Slowly began to age, and wilt, and die, before him now.

[twice-in-a-blue-moon]

Shower Thoughts

Solomon x Fem! reader

AN: Lord it's been a while since I've written smut, but I'm trying to get myself out of a writer's block and I think it's working??? Anyways, do enjoy! :)

Warnings: no actual smut just Solomon having horny thoughts, mentions of clit and breast play, mentions of vaginal penetration, mentions of marking, masturbation

Minors DNI!

The gentle smell of your shampoo and body wash wafted through the hall as you showered, the scents melding to Solomon's nostrils when he left his room. He could also hear you singing different songs - most of which were a little off key, but he certainly didn’t mind as he stood by the bathroom door and listened. 

He found himself snickering when you attempted to belt a lyric at the top of your lungs and fail, or when you mixed up the next line in the song with your own laughs echoing in the shower walls. It was cute how you laughed at yourself being silly. 

It was innocent, until it wasn’t. At some point Solomon’s thoughts began to wander into dangerous territory. 

It started with him thinking about the warm water that trickled down your body, the suds you’d wash away as you ran your hands along your soft skin.

He imagined joining you, running his own hands over your curves, cupping your breasts and teasing your nipples in a way that made you whine. Nipping at your neck and leaving marks everywhere his lips trailed while snaking a hand between your thighs and circling your clit, speeding up only to slow down right after, just enough to drive you crazy. He thought about pressing kisses into your shoulder as he pushed you against the cold wall of the shower and the small gasp that action would elicit and how good you’d feel around him once he sheathed himself deep within you. 

Instead of your laugh or your singing, your moans would now echo throughout the bathroom. His grunts and groans harmonizing wondrously with yours, creating an intoxicating medley of sounds Solomon could never get tired of. Your body shuttering as you’re pushed over the edge, squeezing him and coaxing him to cum… 

The sound of the water shutting off snapped Solomon from his catatonic state. He felt his cock straining against his pants, so he quietly retreated back to his room. His mind continued to be plagued with thoughts of you as he pleasured himself, spilling his seed all over his hand with an insatiable hunger burning in his stomach.

[thebellearchives]

𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒

~ solomon ; obey me [nightbringer]

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : after another tiring day with the brothers you go back into your boyfriend’s arms

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : gn!reader, stablished relationship, self indulgent fluff and comfort, absolutely clean of nightbringer spoilers!

‧₊˚ a / n : another Sol fic because i’m obsessed with him 🖤

Exhausted, you followed Lucifer towards the foyer. Despite the deafening silence between the both of you, you noticed he shot you some concerned glances once in a while. You loved the brothers, you really did, but turned out their antics used to be even worse in the past than what they were in your time, much to your surprise. You could feel your eyelids growing heavier, and your mind shutting down while your legs continued to carry you outside of the mansion.

“Solomon” Lucifer’s greeting snapped you back awake, and your eyes found your sorcerer boyfriend just entering the mansion.

“Oh, you’re heading out?”

“Mc is, did you have any business here?” Lucifer solemnly stared at your teacher, but he didn’t seem fazed, instead he smiled.

“Yes, I was just coming to pick up my lovely apprentice, thought maybe we could walk back to Cocytus Hall together”

“That’s convenient” the demon’s voice almost hinted a bit of relief, your eyes focused on his face, which was now offering an apologetic gaze. “Mc here seems to be exhausted to the bone. My apologies, my brothers went overboard this time.”

“No worries” you waved it off and almost added something about how used you were used to it “I’m sure I just need a good nights rest and i’ll feel like new in no time.”

“Very well, have a safe walk back you two” Lucifer didn’t linger and walked back towards his study.

“You do look beat” Solomon giggled, and with a sigh you walked up to him.

“I’m in need of one of those hugs of yours” you wrapped your arms around his torso and laid your head over his clavicles.

“Aw, poor Mc” his voice softened and he hugged you back “I take it this means you don’t want to walk back home?”

Your eyes closed lazily, finding a captivating comfort in his arms.

“I’d totally hate that” your whispered voice got a slight chuckle out of him.

“You’re lucky you have such an indulgent boyfriend” Solomon slightly leaned over you and picked you up bridal style, his movements so swift and light that it didn’t even startle your eyes open. Your arms slithered around his neck, almost feeling the warmth of his body lullabying your thoughts to sleep. “how about I prepare you a bath and cook your favourite dish?”

A breeze rushed over your skin to let you know you had been teleported back to your room and you opened your eyes immediately.

“I’m not really hungry” he walked you over to bed.

Solomon tried to lay you over the clean sheets, but your arms remained locked around his neck. You laughed as you brought him down into the mattress with you and he let out a surprised yelp.

“Just stay here with me” his silver eyes looked up to you as you spoke “ right now I only want to rest in your arms”

“Your wish is my command” he grabbed you hand and kissed your knuckles, before moving over next to you.

With a sigh, you buried yourself into his arms again and closed your eyes, nuzzling against his black turtleneck. As you drifted away into the alluring sense of rest, you felt Solomon leaving a sweet kiss on your hair.

“Sweet dreams, darling.”

[angelltheninth]

Solomon Accidentally Forgets About Your Date and Makes Up For It

Pairing: Solomon x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, make up sex, kissing, clit stimulation, apologies, edging as punishment

A/N: Honestly I have trouble remembering important dates too, I get him.

"Do you really think that... fuck... that fucking me will make me forgive you?" He forgot your date again. Once could have been a mistake, but it kept happening. Either he would forget or he would be late, and clearly winded on arrival from running after eventually remembering it.

Worst of all was that Solomon always acted like it wasn't that much of big deal because he would always want to make up for it. Granted his apologies were always very thorough and lately he has been showing up on time more often the not, so you knew he was at least putting in an effort. But it was his almost nonchalant attitude that made you doubtful.

You grabbed his face and pulled him close, forcing the eye contact, "Do you even want to date me seriously?" Solomon's gray, stormy eyes widened in surprise at your question and the evident hurt in your voice. For the longest time he had trouble focusing because your pussy felt so good around his cock, you kept pushing back against his hips and using your leg to keep him inside but maybe that wasn't the compliment he thought it was.

"Of course I do." He responded along with a long kiss, "If wasn't serious about you we wouldn't have gone this far. I care for you." His forehead pressed against yours, seeking more closeness then before, "I can't, I really can't help it you know. But I promise to try harder for you, I hate seeing you sad because of me."

It took all your willpower not to flip him over and punish him, but maybe you could do it in a different way. You noticed when he was undressing, he had no real patience for it, his pants were barely down his legs even now, he was almost in a frenzy as he pulled your pants and underwear down and shirt up. He was close before he even put his cock in your pussy, way closer then you were.

"Don't come." You commanded with a fistful of his hair.

"W-What?" His cock have an involuntary twitch at your words, "Why?"

"That's your punishment for tonight. You don't get to finish." You clamped down around his cock with the deliberate intent to stimulate his cock. His almost painful hiss made you grin, "If you make me come I'll give you a blowjob tomorrow morning, get all that cum you've been saving up in my mouth, down my throat. But if you can't," Your pussy fluttered again, feeling so good when his pace picked up desperately, "I will edge you for a week, I swear to God."

Solomon started pounding like his very existence depended on getting you to orgasm. In this moment that was likely how he felt, but it was his own fault for forgetting your date in the first place, you had to punish him somehow, and you wanted to have fun while doing it.

"I'll make you come on my cock so good." He panted, sweat gathering on his brow, "I'll give you all my cum as an apology. That'll be okay right? You'll accept it? My cum? All of it down your throat in the morning." His sounded like the ramblings of madman, "Come for me." He pleaded, cheating by sliding his fingers down to rub your clit in quick, frantic slides, up and down, "Come on my cock, I wanna feel it."

He wasn't this agreeable most of the time but even a man like him could be brought to his knees, metaphorically speaking, by a punishment like this. Although he looked to be enjoying it as well, no doubt from the images of your mouth filled with his thick, white cum. "Hold still. I want all of it in me." Your legs closed shut, halting all of his thrusts, keeping his cock balls deep in your pussy as it trembled and fluttered around him, your toes curling and body washed in pleasant waves at least. "Still mad at you by the way." You panted against his neck.

"Uh-huh. I know. I'll fix it." He promised and unlike his attitude before you could sense real emotion behind his words and his look, "Wanna fall asleep with my cock in you? Promise I won't fill you up." Your pussy gave a needy squeeze at his words, making his promise harder to keep, but he did keep it. And so did you, because the first thing you tasted in the morning was his cock, and soon after, his cum.

[kannra21]

MC and her hubby (pls zoom MC's phone screen)

[saturncodedstarlette]

Solomon : Just know that if you ever feel you’re in danger, I’m just one phone call away—

Solomon : If— if that’s what you want, of course. I’m not trying to imply that you’re incapable or anything *rambling*

MC : Actually I do need your help, Solomon

Solomon : I’m sorry, I need to mind my own business— OH! you said yes! ✨O✨

[melodramaticmeans]

Okay so, MC gets into a fight and then goes to see Solomon for help. He doesn't quite realize MC is injured yet because he's reading up on a spell and talking so MC kinda just says something like “Not to alarm you but... I’m kind of bleeding."

You winced as you took a step forward, using a stick you had found as a crutch.

Now, why were you in this situation? Let's go back to 20 minutes ago.

You were walking down an alleyway, using a shortcut you had found to go to Madame Scream's. When did you find the shortcut? You found it a few minutes ago when you decided that it was a 'smart idea' to save time by cutting through a dark alley. In the Devildom.

Maybe you were an idiot.

Fast forward to you getting jumped by two demons.

They ask for your money. You reply that you're broke. They beat you up. Simple, really.

So now you're limping down to Purgatory Hall to try and get someone's help. Why Purgatory Hall, you ask? It was the closest.

Your eyes were watering, courtesy of being punched in the nose. Your kidney had been kicked and was now hurting like hell. You were pretty sure you had gotten hit in your diaphragm, seeing how you were having trouble breathing. Oh, and you were also pretty sure you'd cut your calf on a shard of glass. Great.

After what seemed like five hours (it took ten minutes) of walking, you'd made it to Purgatory Hall. Checking inside, you were greeted with Solomon's room emanating a yellow light. That seems promising.

Climbing the stairs was a treacherous task. Your leg screamed, your lungs screamed. Your stomach screamed. Your kidney screamed. You also wanted to scream.

Finally, you made it up. Wheezing and panting, you opened the door.

"Solomon." You croak. "I need help."

The white haired man nodded his head absently, running a finger across the book he had open on his table. "I'll be there after I finish this." He said. "Beelzebub told me that you went to try those blushberry pancakes from Madame Screams. How were they?"

"I didn't get to try them." You mutter. Blood was dripping from your calf now.

"Oh?" Solomon had the gall to sound interested. "And why is that?"

"I got jumped. And, uh, not to alarm you, but I'm also kind of bleeding."

Well, that got his attention, at least?

He turns around to look at you, finger still on the pages of the book. Staring at the blood trickling down from your calf, he sighed. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" He asked, motioning for you to sit down on the bed. "Get in here, you're going to stain the carpet."

He sat down next to you, pulling out various potions. "If it hurts, just squeeze my hand."

[halaxia]

cw | smut, semi-possessive sol, nsfw under the cut mdni

Solomon was a patient man.

He kept mostly to himself whilst at RAD, stealing glances your way in the subtlest of fashions whenever you might have happened to share a class, purposefully brushing his hand against yours after he asks you to hand him something, sending a playful wink in your direction when nobody was looking.

He was not one to enjoy answering incessant questions about himself and his personal affairs, and with how quickly rumours spread at RAD (usually thanks to Asmodeus’s natural ability to never be able to keep his mouth shut when he sees an inkling of a relationship between any two individuals), Solomon knew that the two of you would not be immune to being the center of demon-gossip around the school.

Whenever he would find himself at the House of Lamentation (which was quite often, seeing as you frequented there nearly every day and he took it upon himself to walk you back to Cocytus Hall after a long day spent being an attendant to the brothers), he let himself be a little more lax around you; lingering touches and innuendos did not go unnoticed by the brothers, nor did they fail to tell you just how much disdain they held for the sorcerer, always when he just happened to be in earshot.

Solomon cared naught for the contempt the brothers held for him, whether they voiced so or not—he always lurked around corners just long enough to hear you defend him.

He did not let his resolve crack around the brothers, not even around Simeon and Luke—despite how unnecessarily handsy everyone was with you, at the end of the day in Cocytus Hall when you were pressed up against Solomon with greedy lips roaming your body, he made sure you knew exactly who you belonged to.

“Solomon,” you moaned, arching your back as he pounded into your aching cunt. His hands moved from your hips to your throat, pulling you up so that your back met his chest, both of your bodies coated in a thin sheen of sweat.

“They can’t make you feel like this, can they?” he said breathily into your ear, kissing the spot just below it on your neck. “Those…those brothers think they know you better than I do, but they don’t, do they? Not when I have you like this, hm?” His hand moved slowly down your stomach to tease your clit, his other hand moving up and down the column of your neck slowly as you shook your head fervently, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy.

“Use your words,” he encouraged, voice low and sultry as he slowed the movements of both his hips and his fingers, the change of pace prompting you to whine his name in protest.

“N-no,” you stuttered, desperately clenching around his cock, the constriction forcing his breath to catch in his throat.

“No, what?” he managed before his lips returned to your neck, biting gently on the places he knew would drive you insane—he knew, nobody else did. “You can do better than that.”

“Th-they can’t make me feel like this—please, Solomon,” you begged, a smirk tugging at his lips at your affirmation as he picked up the pace once again, the tips of his fingers brushing against your clit with just enough pressure to elicit a wanton moan from your lips.

“That’s my girl,” he praised, eyes fluttering shut as he kissed the skin of your neck with more urgency; his girl—you were his, and he was yours.

Solomon was patient, yes—he would hold his composure around others, ignoring (but not overlooking) the way the brothers’ eyes lingered on you when you turned your back to them, the whispers of you amongst the students at RAD, the apprentice of the strongest (and only) human sorcerer in the Devildom. He was patient because, at the end of it all, nobody knew you like he did—your secrets, your troubles, your body, you laid it all bare for him, nobody else.

Solomon relished in the fact that, no matter how desperately anybody else wanted you, they’d never get to have you—you’d chosen him over everybody else, and although he’d sometimes glance at the faded pact marks on your skin with disdain, they meant little to him when he knew that he was the only one who could have you under him in such a manner. His was the name that would be the first you’d utter in the early morning when you’d whine about having to wake up so early and beg for five more minutes with him, and his was the name that would be the last to leave your lips at the end of the night when the moon would shine brightly on your skin through his window, illuminating you so beautifully for only his eyes to see.

“I love you,” he breathed against your skin, your chests rising and falling in sync before he caught your lips in a kiss, much gentler than he had been with you a moment ago.

“I love you too,” you whispered, and Solomon felt peace knowing that his would be the only ears to hear you utter those words in the three realms. Not any angel, not any demon, and not any other human—it was just him and you.

[leviathans-watching]

hello🥰

can you make a headcanons with satan + solomon and maybe any character you want to add with mc who likes doodling cats/stars or anything during the day or maybe even in class on the (character) hands and they find it cute ??

love you❤️ .

drawing cats on lucifer, satan, solomon, and diavolo

includes: lucifer, satan, solomon, diavolo x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .5k | rated g | m.list

a/n: ugh this was adorable, i hope you enjoy! thanks for requesting and ly2!! my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback so come talk w me

please like, reply, and reblog!!

grabbing a pen from your bag, you take your seatmate’s hand in yours, double-checking to make sure the lecturer isn’t looking.

“what are you doing?” he hisses, but you only flash him a grin, putting the pen to his hand. gently, you draw out a design, taking care to make it neat and cute.

patiently, he waits for you to finish, taking notes with his other hand. you should be taking notes. it’s fine, you’ll get them from him later.

once you’re finally done, you pull back, letting him admire your work.

➳ lucifer looks down at his hand, eyebrows raised. “a cat? really?”

you let out a quiet giggle, leaning your head on his shoulder. “i made it grumpy, just like you!” you take his hand again, admiring your beautiful art, and can’t help but laugh again.

“i should go wash my hands,” he whispers idly, a half-threat. hopefully, he doesn't–you put effort into that cat! you even tried to make the eyebrows match!

unbeknownst to you, however, lucifer secretly quite enjoys the drawing and doesn’t plan to wash it off any time soon.

➳ satan look down at his hand, breaking into a rare smile. “a cat? oh, mc, you know me so well.”

“of course i do,” you return, and he chuckles quietly.

“here, give me the pen.” you do as he says, and he takes your hand. “i’m going to draw a cat to match.”

he’s so serious and focused, which is honest perfect, because it gives you a moment to stare at his face, unabashed. after a few moments, he pulls back, revealing his masterpiece. it’s honestly not that well done, but you’ll cherish it all the same.

➳ solomon squints down at his hand. “what in the world is that supposed to be?”

“a cat!” you hiss, scowling. “isn’t it obvious?”

“a cat?” he turns his hand this way and that, trying to see a cat in the squiggle of lines you’d drawn. “no, not at all.”

“you suck,” you inform him, and he laughs.

“here, give me the pen. i’ll show you how a real cat is drawn!” the mess he leaves on your hand isn’t any better than your attempts, something you continue to rib him over for the next few days.

➳ diavolo preens as he examines the drawing. “i like the hearts around its head,” he whispers. “what’s its name?”

“harold,” you whisper, and his shoulders shake with suppressed laughter. it wouldn’t do for the lord of the devildom to be caught slacking off in class.

“the name suits him,” diavolo praises, and you smile, satisfied. “perhaps i should get this tattooed here. i’ll even draw you one to match”

“i wouldn’t go that far,” you say quickly, not wanting him to do something stupid, “but i don’t hate the idea of matching tattoos.”

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[another-lost-mc]

Truancy

Your demon friends think Solomon is a bad influence on you. If they only knew the truth.

SOLOMON x afab!Reader 1.7k words | NSFW | Smut | Some Fluff | Established Relationship Content warnings: Horny thoughts, pet names, explicit sexual content. f!Reader has a high sex drive. Reader uses gn!pronouns. Insatiable AU: [Part 2] [Part 3]

It’s not a complete surprise when the two humans in RAD’s student exchange program start dating. Some might even call it romantic that you both found friendship and love in a place like the Devildom. What does surprise your demon and angel friends is the enthusiasm you two have for each other.

Your friends notice when you and Solomon disappear from a classroom, or a meeting, or a party, without so much as a warning. You use any available surface when the mood suits you, defiling it with your hastily-removed clothing and your sweat and cum and sometimes blood and tears. Even though Solomon removes all traces of your activities with magic afterwards, your friends know you were up to something behind closed doors.

The only misunderstanding is that they believe Solomon is the instigator, using his silk-smooth tongue and sorcerous ways to seduce you. 

But they would be wrong.

Solomon basks in the warmth of your affection while you tempt him with your insatiable appetite to be close, to have him near you and inside you as much as possible. He protects you from everything in the world that would cause you pain, and he gives you everything he possibly can to make you happy and make you feel good. In return, you love him fiercely and passionately and give his long, lonely life new purpose.

When you arrive at RAD early in the mornings, your first class of the day is usually tolerable; the craving you feel for him isn’t too overwhelming yet. Solomon knows how to start your day to make it easier: first he wakes you up with cuddles, and then you share lots of sweet, playful kisses, and finally he rolls on top of you and brings you to orgasm with some warm, sleepy sex.

This morning was a bit different. He had to get up early to run an errand in the human world before school; he mumbled his apologies to you when his alarm woke you both up at some ungodly hour.

Before he left to do whatever it was, he slid under the sheets and sucked your nipples through the thin fabric of your nightgown. It doesn’t matter that he kept moving down your body until he could trace his name into your slick folds with his tongue, or that he sucked on your clit until your voice went hoarse and his mouth and chin were wet and glistening with your slick. 

That’s not the point.

The point is, it’s been hours since you’ve felt his body against yours and even longer since you’ve had his fingers or his cock inside you. You’re squirming uncomfortably in your seat while you pretend to pay attention to whatever the professor is talking about.

If you cross your legs and press your thighs together just right, you can almost tease yourself with the friction you crave - but it’s not enough.

It’s never enough.

The professors at RAD figure out quickly that working in close quarters is too distracting for both of you. Their solutions are simple: assigned seating and pairing you off with other students for practical demonstrations or group work. It feels juvenile, but sometimes it helps. Other times, the forced separation adds fuel to the fire while you wait to see whose resolve will break first.

When the professor instructs everyone to pair off to begin today’s lesson - brewing some obscure elixir you don’t think you’ll ever use - Solomon and his partner are setting up nearby while you help Leviathan organize your own materials.

Solomon has his back to you while he slips his lab coat over top of his clothes, but he turns his head enough so he can wink at you while he puts his safety glasses on.

“Can’t be too careful,” he says, his voice laced with poorly concealed amusement. 

You fold your arms over your chest and glare at him. You are absolutely not pouting.

When Solomon wears his glasses, he knows exactly what he’s doing. It doesn’t matter if he’s wearing safety glasses in the alchemy lab or when he claims he can’t read the blackboard properly - he puts them on deliberately, with intent. He holds your smoldering gaze with his own, a smug grin on his stupidly handsome face, until one of you (usually you) looks away.

Right now you want nothing more than to rip his glasses off and pull him to the floor and grind against his face. Judging by the way he licks his lips, and the way he smirks when your desperate gaze tracks the movement, he wants you to do that, too.

His eyes suddenly light up with mischief, and you know his torment isn’t over yet.

“Let me help you with your coat, my darling,” he offers when he steps into your space. He slips the long, white coat onto your shoulders and his palms glide over your breasts while he smooths down the front. His fingers brush against you while he fastens the buttons with his nimble fingers. 

“All better,” he murmurs quietly, his warm gaze looking you over appreciatively.

He might be in the mood to tease, but you’re not - not anymore. Your underwear is damp with your arousal and the throbbing need between your legs is making your belly cramp with how fucking empty you feel when you clench around nothing. You want to bend over the nearest surface and beg him to fuck your brains out, and even though voyeurism usually isn’t your thing, right now you don’t care who else watches.

You blink back frustrated tears. “I need you,” the words fall from your lips in a hoarse whisper, your final plea for mercy. You don’t trust yourself to say anything else.

His thumb wipes away the tears you couldn’t stop from falling. He smiles gently and you know he understands. He brushes his lips across your forehead.

“Soon,” is the only promise he can make before the professor instructs you both to go back to work.

The rest of the class goes by in a blur. Your mind is hazy with your growing need to fuck or be fucked and your lover is out of arms reach and wearing far too many clothes for your liking. You do your best to concentrate on your assignment and hand Levi the ingredients he asks for.

Poor Levi - he tries so hard to be a good friend but he doesn't know how to help you. He shoots you worried glances when he notices how distracted you are, how you almost look like you're in pain. He blames Solomon - whatever's wrong must be his fault.

When Levi asks you quietly if you're alright, you lie and mumble that you're fine. You hope he doesn't notice the sweat beading along your hairline, or the way you rub your thighs together under your skirt.

The bell finally rings and before you know what's happening, Solomon grabs your hand and leads you from the classroom without saying a word. You can barely focus on more than putting one foot in front of the other, but his grip is firm as he moves through the bustling hallway with single-minded purpose.

He promised to take care of you, after all.

When you stop walking, you realize he’s pulled you into some sort of storage room. The walls are lined with shelves and there’s unused furniture stacked in the cramped space. It’s dark and a bit dusty, but he whispers charms under his breath that will deter any potential interruptions, just in case.

He’s already reaching for your skirt and hitching it up your legs as he walks you backwards until you bump against something. He helps lift you onto the desk and his hands slide up your thighs until your skirt is bunched around your waist. He bends his head low and even in the dim lighting, you can see his eyes darken when he realizes how utterly drenched you are. 

You grab a fistful of his hair and tilt your head back with a sigh when he mouths against your folds through your soaked underwear. He groans when he allows himself a little taste, teasing the entrance of your hole with his tongue with only the flimsy cotton material between you.

He grabs the waistband and yanks your underwear down your legs. He smirks when he shoves them into his pocket for later, and he starts unbuckling his belt. The front of his pants are tented obscenely and you whine with anticipation when he finally frees his cock.

You lay back against the desk and he grabs your hips and pulls you flush against him. You rest your legs on his shoulders and your fingers grip the edge of the desk to brace yourself. When he leans forward and buries himself to the hilt in one smooth thrust, your slick guides him inside easily and a satisfied cry rips from your throat.

He doesn’t give you time to adjust when he starts to fuck you, his hands guiding your hips so he can pull you onto his cock with each hard, perfect thrust. The pleas that falls from your lips compel him to give you more, to give it to you harder and faster, to fill you up so you never feel empty again. He obliges until you’re screaming his name, and he pumps himself into you until your walls milk his cock and he has nothing more to give.

When you’re both finally satisfied and you’ve gotten what you were desperate for - his cum trickling out of your hole and down your thighs, your skin damp with sweat and sweet with the scent of his musk - you limp out of the closet on trembling legs. He wraps his arm around your waist to keep you steady.

“We’ve already missed half of our next class,” he says quietly while he nuzzles your temple. “Should we go clean up?”

As much as you both enjoy the messy afterglow, he knows you’re not comfortable being seen like this in front of the others - and he’s not keen on letting the demons or angels see you this way, either. 

“A shower would be nice,” you admit. But then you bite your lip and glance at him with renewed interest. “And I wouldn’t mind some company.”

[deviljesterlamb]

Love for Solomon is ruined now. Hating Solomon for Asmo is high now. (thanks Nightbringer lol)

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MC: You're sleeping on the couch now.

Solomon: But we don't even share a room, or sleep in the same bed together too?

MC: Ah...True...You wanna share a room and sleep in the same bed together now?

Solomon: I'd love that!

MC: You're sleeping on the couch now.

Solomon: Ah...

[angelsdemonsandhumans]

Mc: When you jump, you are technically pushing the earth away

Solomon:

Solomon: *chuckle* where did this come from?

Mc: I don't know, I just kinda thought about it now

Solomon: mmh.. 3:00 am thoughts?

Mc: *nods* 3:00 am thoughts