โแฐโHi there! My name is Faith, Iโm Australian, and I go by she/her & he/him pronouns for anyone interested. Welcome to my tumblr account!! You may know me from several different platforms, but the main one would be my AO3! My activity on here will not be the best, but Iโll always answer & reply to any dms, questions or requests anyone has.
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My main fandoms are as follows:
Danganronpa, Arknights, Persona / Shin Megami Tensei, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Obey Me!, Project Sekai, Attack on Titan, MHA, Your Turn To Die, Mystic Messenger, Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, LOTR, Pokรจmon, Encanto, Omori, Fire Emblem, Final Fantasy, Legend of Zelda, HTTYD, Marvel, Toilet Bound Hanako-kun, Sasaki to Miyano, Demon Slayer, JJK, Cookie Run, The Owl House, Miraculous, & many more! Hopefully we share some interests.
having thoughts about solomon adjusting to not living together at cocytus anymore......
shouting your name from his room before remembering he has to phone you now if he has a fun new magic thing to show you
looking up from his book to make a joke to you while reading in the living room
pouring an extra drink every time (and passing them off to a bemused simeon)
starting to chop fruit and then remembering he'll have to deliver it to the HoL
getting confused briefly when he steps into the kitchen and rather than you flying in to distract him, it's one of the angels tactfully trying to usher him out
absently leaving notes for you in the common areas
still texting you about the groceries
waiting in his room for you to come say goodnight for way too long before remembering
every time he misses you he flips a coin to decide or not to sneak into the HoL for a sleepover (someone's started hexing it to make it always fall on the wrong side)
scars from before he became immortal, when he was as every bit of a reckless youth that would deal with the consequences when they come
scars from magic-related accidents, spells gone wrong or potions having violent reactions
scars from experiments on himself, his impatience getting the better of him instead of finding a willing subject
scars from people and demons, having believed all those conflated stories and not trusting him despite his honesty
scars from living through one millenia after another
The pacts and tattoos and scars layer over each other and Solomon has forgotten how his body looked like before the marks. He could imagine it. He could use his magic to cover it all up and make his skin look like a clean slate but he can't bear to do so. He simply won't. He's not ashamed. Those are proof of his existence and struggles. Why should he hide them?
I will never forgive CinemaSins for how they contributed to the decline in media literacy in the last ten years and you can tell them I said that if you want. Not everything that is unexplained in media is plothole. Not every mistake is worthy of scorn and if a twist is visible prior to it hitting, that is not a bad thing. Your trivial nitpicking has set back the human ability to discuss media at least 30 years
sub bottom solomon + dom top male reader | cw. masochist solomon, spanking, choking, degradation, anal sex, dumbification, overstimulation, possessive reader, he calls reader sir, takes place in nightbringer
:: solomon's UR+ is cumming to me fr
"Solomon.. miss you," you hug him from behind. You had just arrived back at Cocytus Hall and instantly went towards Solomon. He lifted his head from his studies and looked at you with a smile, "Tired?"
"Mm," you merely hummed in response burying your face in the crook of Solomon's neck, inhaling sharply. "Didn't realize dealing with the brothers who're acting like that would drive me crazy," you mumble under your breath, Solomon gently patting your head in return.
Your grip on his waist tightens, kissing his neck softly. "Sorry, Sol. Mind if I get some of the stress out?"
Always agreeing to your requests, Solomon was ruined. Face shoved down into the matress, tears streaming on his face as he moans and bucks his hips up to yours. He'd lost count of how many times he's came, how red his ass was from how you slapped it repeatedly and your merciless thrusts.
You've reduced him to the point all he can get out is loud moans and slurred groans of your name.
"Fuck, nothing but my little slut, aren't you, Sol? Oh Great Mighty Sorcerer Solomon, face down and ass up before me is always such a pleasant sight, y'know?" you groan at the way he tightens up at your words, clenching around your cock and moaning helplessly at your words, letting out slurrs of 'yes..yes yes..'
You lean down to kiss his naked back, kissing along his spine as you continue to mercilessly thrust into him. His back arches and he lets out a long drawn moan, throwing his head back.
"Thank Diavolo we don't have neighbors. You're always such a loud slut. But I bet you'd like it if someone were to find out, huh? Mighty Sorcerer Solomon, at the mercy of his puny little apprentice. It should humiliate you," you grip his hair tightly, pulling it back towards you and whispering in his ear, "..But no. You like it. You want the whole world to know how much of a slutty whore you are, don't you, Sol?"
He moans at your words, no words escaping his mouth. You shove him back down on the matress, grabbing his arms and pinning them on his back, using them as a leverage to continue fucking him roughly.
You give him a hard spank on the ass before groaning under your breath, "Maybe I should let some other lowly demons fuck you dumb to their full wish. Then everyone would know how much of a whore you really are, huh Sol?"
Solomon sobs loudly and clenches tightly around your cock, "Y-yes.. yes," he whimpers, making you grimace and slap the mound of flesh on his ass again, dropping your hold on his arms and gripping on his hair again, fucking into him at a rougher pace.
"Well too bad for you. You're mine, Solomon. Don't ever wish for someone else to do you like this, because no one can. I'm the only one for you, Sol," you place your hands on his neck, pressing and cutting his breath circulation, earning a choked moan from him.
The way you called him yours, only yoursโ the way you're so possessive over him, drives him mad. That feeling itself was enough to send him to the edge, cumming all over the bedsheets once again, clenching his walls around your dick.
"Hnngh s-sirr....." he lets out a slurred moan, grinding his hips back onto yours, trembling from the ecstasy of yet another orgasm. "I'm yours.. o-only yours.. please.. use me."
And fuck, was that hot. He'd do anything for you. Use him, break him, claim him as yours, he'll take it like a good little toy.
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