Solomon x Male reader, though he/him pronouns aren't used for the reader until the very end
Fluff and light angst
This devildom isn't what you're used to, can a certain sorcerer help?
Author's Note / Thoughts: This was written by me back in 2023, it is 3/3 that I had written of which I am reposting onto tumblr. The end is a little stiff, but I think it's a nice read.
It's quieter than it used to be.
No chatter or bickering. No stomping from upstairs, or stealthy trips to the kitchen. No more sneaking in or out, or packages being delivered at the oddest of times. No more sleepy demons with bed head or coffee breath, nor books being read, or schemes being shared. No anime softly audible from another room or sweet perfumes that linger down the hall.
It's quieter than it used to be, and yet you still can't go to sleep. The darkness that never leaves seems deeper than usual. And though the familiarities you once knew have been stripped from your hands, there are still a few things that remain the same.
A creak from your door in the middle of the night, and the sleepy sorcerer who comes into view.
"Mc, are you still awake?" His voice carries across the room gently, as to not possibly wake you. Feeling a soft smile come up to your lips you respond in a similar tone.
"Yeah, come on in Sol." Sitting up in your bed, you make some room as a small light turns on. Cape long forgotten and clothes disheveled, his face mirrors his attire as his tired eyes find yours, and softly you watch as his lips curve upwards. He hands you one of the two cups that he brought along with him. Steam escaping from the contents within, you grab it, a skeptical look upon your face.
He chuckles, it's the loudest thing you've heard tonight. "It's just tea, I promise I followed the instructions." "There aren't really instructions for making tea Solomon." "Exactly." The smile on his face is patient and sweet, as he waits for you to take the first sip.
Which is slightly bitter, not enough for you to stop drinking it, though you wished for some sugar. "Still having a hard time adjusting?" A painful smile reaches your face, matching well with the taste of your tea. "To be honest I'm not sure I will." "Oh..." The silence becomes deafening as he takes a sip from his own. "I'm sorry, I wish I could do more for you…" He pipes up. You look to find his sullen face, eyes gazing into his cup, seemingly farther away than he was just seconds ago.
"You do a lot for me Sol." He looks over with interest, yet still covered with uncertainty. Making sure to lock eyes with him, you continue. Your soft voice is barely audible between the both of you.
"You escort me around and keep me out of danger. You’ve helped me with my magic, shown me so many amazing things across the three realms. You cook for me when I come back from 'work', having to throw it away and order takeout instead." You can't help but let out a small laugh, the embarrassed look on his face speaks for itself, however.
"Sorry, heh. It's just… this place will never be like our devildom, ya know. I'm not sure I'll get used to it, but … without you here… I don't know what I would have done. I'd be so miserable... You risked your own life just to come back for me, you make this place feel like home..."
As your eyes water up and you break the gaze between the two of you, head lowered and eyes looking down, you try everything in your power to keep from bursting. Tears slowly drip from your face as Solomon grabs your cup, discarding both drinks on the nightstand before coming back for you. Gentle hands rest on yours as he scoots closer. "Mc…" His soft tone echoes out amidst your quiet sobs, head now lowered and wishing to see your face. A hand trails up to your chin, guiding you so as to achieve his goal.
Your face is all red, nose beginning to run and eyes starting to puff up. He whispers your name again, resting his forehead on yours as he cups your cheek.
"I'm sorry." "You have nothing to be sorry for." He explains as a soft kiss is planted on your forehead, his thumbs wiping away some tears before resting his head back onto yours. "It's okay I'm right here." Letting out a small sniffle, you compose yourself, not enough to stop your tears, but enough to let your voice crackle out of your throat once more. “Thank you, for everything.”
"Hey..." He presses a kiss to your temple, hooking his neck onto your shoulder he wraps you in a hug. "There's nothing I wouldn't do for you Mc." Your grasp onto him a little tighter as your composure fails you. Tears picking up their place as you cry even more into his neck, letting your emotions take over.
Feeling the collar of his shirt dampen, and the tremor of your body as you weep, a few ragged breaths of his own escape his lips and he holds you closer. You needed this, you both needed this. Sitting in the silence you have grown to hate, in the once familiar place you both called home. Stress leaves your bodies as the minutes pass on, and the tears slow to a halt as you both start to calm down.
It’s quieter now, nothing to hear but the gentle breath of one another. Your body delicately draped atop his as you both relax in each other's embrace. Leaning against the headboard, his head now resting atop yours, he can’t help but feel safe. Strangely, a feeling he’s never felt before. Even throughout his never-ending life, not like this. Not before you.
Watching your body rise and fall with every breath, he can’t help but wish to stay like this forever. To have you in his arms like this, your warmth lulling him to sleep, the weight of your body calming his aching heart. If only it could be like this all the time, if it could be like this back home.
And yet, to only have you in this predicament, all sad and broken and- no, thinking about it will only make him feel worse. He’s lucky enough to have you in this moment, to help heal a shattered heart.
To stop his negative thoughts from ruling his mind any further, he begins tracing patterns onto your back. The tips of his fingers gentle as he glides them along, following the wrinkles in your shirt when he runs out of designs. His hands aren’t the only things roaming as he shifts his head enough to reach your temple, lips soft and delicate. Kissing lightly, one peck per praise he delivers, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Oh, how he wishes he could do this on a day-to-day basis.
And little to his knowledge, you were listening to all of it. Soaking up all of his attention, heart full of love and fluttering from his words, his caresses, his admiration. You speak up, “Solomon?”
He freezes, but only for a split second. Blush catching up to him as his embarrassment sets in. “Y-yes, Mc?” He hopes you didn’t hear the waver in his voice, nor that you notice the increase of his heart rate, and just- oh please don’t look up to his face.
“I just wanted to let you know that, well…" Feeling a slight smile prick at your lips, you raise your head. “I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to get back, but I'm glad I have you." “M-mc…” Blush brighter than before he looks away, only giving you one more quick glance before keeping his eyes to the side, unable to beat his embarrassment with his willful confidence.
Inches away from his face, you take in the sight before you. It’s a rare sight to see him this flustered, his beautiful face a deep shade of red, his grey eyes seemingly shining as they hide away from yours. Such a contrast from the words he had been whispering to you just moments before.
Using the distance between you to your advantage you close the gap and land a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. The small gesture apparently snapping him out of his shy daze as he looks back at you. Letting out a small huff of amusement you suggest that maybe it’s time for the two of you to lie down, to which he agrees, but not before he steals another kiss from you in the night.
To say that he didn’t want to get up the next morning would be an understatement. The sound of your alarm filing him with despair, as it’s a sign that soon you’ll be back into the brother's arms once again. Even in this devildom he can’t win.
Stirring from your slumber, you shut down your alarm and turn to see those grey irises staring back at you. “Good morning.” “Morning.” You stretch, snuggling up closer to him as you rest your palm onto his jawline. “Sleep well?” “Of course.” In your arms, how could he not?
“Baby sitting duty again today?” “Heh, yeah but…” “But?” He questions, almost eager to hear your response. “I’d rather spend time with you.” The words slide out of your mouth so shy but sweet, your thumb gently sweeping across his check. “Mc.” His hand that has been oh so hesitantly hovering above your hip moves into action, pulling your body closer to him. “So why not just stay with me today?” He whispers, eyes scanning yours pleadingly, searching for any sign that you’re not just joking with him.
“I wish I could.” Your soft lips land on his, too quick for his liking. “But we both know I have to go.” His chest tightens, just the words he didn’t want to hear. “-One day.” “Hmm?” “Just one day, it wouldn’t hurt right? You can take one day off, can’t you?” His eyes are now burning into you, searching for any possible sign that you’ll give in to his request.
“I’m not sure Lucifer would be-” “Don’t worry about Lucifer, I’ll take care of him. Just stay here with me, please?” You’ve never seen him like this, the usual calm and stoic facade that he usually has up is now long forgotten. Begging eyes continue to bore holes into you as the silence becomes deafening. You won’t dare deny his request, not when he’s like this. So needy.
“Okay, you got me.” You reassure him, thumb still stroking his face as you deliver another swift peck to his lips. “I’ll stay.” You can feel his grip loosen on your hip, neither of you had noticed he’d been holding on so tightly. He lets out a small sigh of relief, bringing you in for a hug, nuzzling into your neck similar to the night before. “But Solomon?” “Hmm?” He raises his head out of its retreat.
You claim this as a chance to kiss him again, however, much slower this time. It takes him a second to catch on, but he kisses you back leaning into you and savoring every second that he can. Your kisses feel like heaven to him, if he didn’t know any better, he’d think his eternal clock was finally up.
Pulling away you can’t help but smile, his flushed face and soft panting is enough to make you weak. And as you lean in to continue what you’ve started a familiar tone rings out from your phone; a certain demon’s name displayed on the screen.
“It’s Lucifer.” “Hand it here.” Taking the DDD from your hand, he answers, voice plastered with a fake cheerful tone. “Hello Lucifer!” “Solomon, is Mc around?” “I’m afraid he’s busy at the moment.” A sigh is heard from the other end, you can already hear his patience running thin. Solomon on the other hand seems to be enjoying himself. “Well please remind him of his duties for today, I am already at my wits end this morning.” “Ah, apologies but he won’t be making it in today.” “What?” “It seems he has other ‘duties’ to attend to.” He chuckles to himself, only pissing off the demon further. “May I ask what duties he has exactly that overrides his obligations as my assistant?" “You’re currently speaking to them.” “... Excuse me?” “You’re excused, now if you don’t mind, his duties are waiting for him and can’t be pressed any longer. He’ll be back tomorrow, goodbye!” “SOLOMON-!”
And with a click he hangs up, tossing the DDD to the far side of the bed, fully amused with himself, turning his attention back to you. “Now where were we?” You let out the laugh you’ve been holding in, playfully hitting his chest. “He’s gonna kill me ya know?” “Don’t worry about him, I’ll take care of it tomorrow.” You laugh into his kiss, engulfed in each other's arms, you continue where you started. Worries of tomorrow long forgotten.
It’s quieter than it used to be, but at least you have one another.
Leviathan x Male Reader
Poorly written kissing and fluff
There is a UR card in Nightbringer of Levi, laying back on Henry. And he looks so comfortable, and he's got his legs open, and I want to lay on him. I mean just imagine him laying like that often, casually and innocently, minding his own business. And then you just happen to come up, target insight.
Author's Note / Thoughts: This was written by me back in 2023, it is 2/3 that I had written of which I am reposting to tumblr. I stand by my words; I still want to lay on him. The kissing (spoiler) is poorly written, but that's okay. Enjoy.
And just … Oh how he sat there. So comfortable, in a position so inviting. In a way, looking so confident. Even his quick glare has you transfixed, rendering you with a want to do nothing more than to advance.
Stepping closer towards him, he shoots you another brief glance, too absorbed in his switch to properly acknowledge you. Encroaching further into his personal space, you finally plop down in front of him, startling the poor demon as he suddenly pauses his game. “Wha- MC! What are you-?” Before he could finish his question you crawl a little closer, knees finding their way in the little spot between his legs, your hands now on each side of him, trapping him in his place. “Ah- M-MC, I don’t know what normie tactic this is b-but- eh?!”
Putting the rest of your weight onto Levi, you nuzzle your face into his abdomen, too absorbed into the warmth of his body and just … how soft he is to care about his current state.
Which is panic. But, a good type of panic? Is it a good type of panic? Should he be happy about this?
He can’t help but feel his face get warmer, his heart beating out of his chest but … this is nice. Unsure about what to do next, or whether he should move, he stiffens further as he feels your arms snake their way around him. Finding purchase around his back, your hands pressed against him and, ah- are, are you tracing patterns on him?!
‘This is it Levi, this is the way you die, by the hands of a normie and in your own bedroom!’ Though, it is really nice. To have you to himself, your breath slow and steady, warm on his chest. The weight of your body, like one of the best blankets in the three realms. And the feeling of your fingers on his skin, which even through his shirt feels … heavenly. He’s calm now, breathing syncing up to yours, his muscles relaxing. And he can’t help but stare.
It was as if he was an angel all over again. Enamored by your presence alone, he finds his hand moving. Ever so slowly, cautious, not wanting to ruin this time with you. Shaking slightly, his fingertips finally reach your head, gently, as though you were the most fragile thing to exist. Lost in this moment, he let his hand wander along with his mind. Stroking your head softly, feeling your hair transition into skin as his fingers began to trace patterns of their own onto your neck. Traveling trails unknown to anyone but him, further onto your back.
That is until you move, picking your head up to rest your chin on him instead. Eyes locking with his. And your smile, small and gentle, pulling at his heartstrings and increasing his now growing anxiety.
‘You’ve done it now Levi, you idiot! Pathetic, stupid otaku, thinking you have a chance with him! Ah- he must think I’m a freak, I have to-’ “Ah- I’m sorry! I shouldn't have touched you! I-” “Levi, it’s okay.” You assure him, giving his waist a squeeze for comfort as a small chuckle escapes your lips. “Are you sure, I stopped paying attention. Ah- to my hand that is, you were just so comforting, a-and warm and … cozy. I-I …” Having pushed yourself off his chest, your face was now hovering only a few inches away from his, the smile on your face impossible to hide.
“M-MC.” “I liked it, Levi. You don’t have to apologize. I like feeling your touch, getting to lay on you, be with you. It’s nice.” His face was covered in a deep blush as his eyes found any other thing in the room to glance at. Meeting your gaze, right now, he might combust. “Levi?” ‘Oh shit.’ Your eyes locked again, the call of his name drawing him back to you. And he can feel it, his heart beating faster, his hands becoming clammier. “You enjoyed yourself didn’t you?” ‘Fuck.’ “Of course I did, th-though not in a weird way, or anything, just-” ‘You’re losing it Levi, control yourself for fucks sake!’
Closing his eyes he took a deep breath to ground himself before meeting your stare. Determination filling his eyes. “I liked touching you- ah I mean, holding you! I just, I don't want to make you uncomfortable…” Slipping a hand up to caress his face, skin warm against your fingertips, you give him another smile. Same as the last but serene, enough to put him at ease. “You’re not going to make me uncomfortable, though I appreciate it. For a demon you have a soft heart…”
You slowly inch closer to him, at least he thinks you do. His chest is getting tighter, however, he’s just as calm again as he was earlier. Eyes flickering from yours to your lips and back once more, the doubt in his mind leaving as quick as it entered. Your lips were soft, softer than he could have imagined. Eyes closed, softly caressing each other's faces, he felt as though he could stay there forever. You and him, sharing this moment throughout time and space, nothing getting in the way, nothing stopping you two from being together. He’d like that, and so would you, but good things must always end. Of course only to begin again, as he chases your lips, stealing as much as he can while you pull away.
And even as you stare into each other’s eyes, breathing regulating and the moment fleeting, he can’t help but feel as though it’s still just the two of you in existence. “MC?” “Mhm?” “Could we … Will you stay here? With me?” You take in the sight before you. Levi, with blown out eyes and cheeks as red as a sunburn. A longing look on his face hopeful for your answer. For something more. Confidence seemingly radiating out from him, compared to his usual self, he appears bold. Still cautious, but bold. It’s a nice look on him.
“Of course I’ll stay.” You lean down and give him another kiss, savoring the way his lips mold to yours, moving in time together like a dance. Pulling away again you hear a huff of slight annoyance coming from the demon below. You can’t help but smirk. “We can continue if you want. I mean with the cuddling, unless you want to-ah!” And with one fell swoop he rolled the two of you over, an embarrassed expression on his face. Slight worry and longing knitted into his eyebrows as he scanned your features. He wanted to make sure he was right, that you wanted him too. “I want to continue, more than cuddling …”
Something has changed in you, something unsettling to the demons of the HOL.
Author's Note / Thoughts: This was written by me back in 2023, it is 1/3 that I had written of which I am reposting onto tumblr. It's a bit short and is a little stiff and possibly out of character, but it's okay. Hope you enjoy.
Something is different about MC.
Ever since he came back to the devildom.
Ever since Belphegor killed him in cold blood.
Yeah, something has changed.
It was subtle at first, in the ways he peered at us in passing. The flicker behind his eyes as he gazed from across the room. The way his smile stretched across his face but fell short from his eyes. It was subtle, but it was there.
Then he became more confident in his actions. A more "hands-on" approach, if you will. How his arms snake around us as he catches us off guard. His hand on our lower backs as we walk side by side. The way he stalks us down the hall, "escorting" us to our rooms. How tight his grip gets when another acknowledges our existence. The gentle yet daunting caress of his hand on our faces, praising us for nothing. No, he's definitely not the same. He's not the human we fell in love with.
And as demons we've never felt like prey, not until now.
“MC.” “What’s the matter my dear? Not having fun?” His red eyes meet yours as you advance him, that oily smirk spreading across your face without hesitation. Stalking closer towards his desk you rest your hands on his paperwork, leaning in to take a closer look at your demon, a flicker of panic gleaming in his eyes. “MC I’m warning you to step back and get off of my documents.” He dictates sternly as he stands up from his chair, trying his best to hide his emotions behind cold eyes.
You cock your head slightly in false pretense, a contemplative look on your face.
“Hmm, I don’t think so, Lucifer.” “I mean it MC, don’t forget who you’re talking to.” Your eyes snap from playful to cold in less than a second, matching his stern response.
“No, you don’t forget who you’re talking to!” Your hand slams onto the surface as you lunge forward. “I’m the one in charge here Lucifer, I let you play your little games but we both know who would win!” He stumbles backwards, tripping over his chair as you pounce further onto his desk. Fear strikes his heart when he knows it shouldn’t. He could end this now, subdue you, take the problem in to Lord Diavolo, kill you even. But that’s where his fear comes in. He can’t fathom hurting you, he may have made his advances in the past, but now?
Your chuckle breaks him from his thoughts as you continue to watch him from your perch. “Aww, what’s wrong? Is the Morningstar himself scared of a little human? What happened Lucifer, grown soft?”
His eyes bore holes into you as he feels his anger take control, his head swimming in his thoughts. “You’re right MC.”
But he can’t lose his control, he knows to play along.
“Oh?” “You’re right, I’ve grown soft for you.”
For you, he has to play along for you. “You’re cute Luci.” You admit, climbing down from his desk. “One of the many reasons why I love you.” Sauntering over to him you stop in front of his form, still splayed on the floor where he landed earlier. “Really, who would’ve known Lucifer, of all demons, could be such a lover boy?” You’re kneeled before him, hand reaching out to caress his beautiful face. Eyes glowing as he leans into your touch, anticipating your next moves, all the while setting his own. “How could I not, with such a wonderful person in front of me? The most adored human in the Devildom.”
He clasps his hand around yours, the other reaching out to return your gesture. “You’re the only being to have ever made me feel this way … I love you MC.”
“Lucifer..”
Your eyes soften, what was once inhuman seems to regain what was once lost. Regained too late, as Lucifer's grip on you tightens, a spell released from his lips as his magic engulfs you. Your consciousness slips from your grasp as he holds you still. The love of your life gazing into your eyes as he locks away your soul. Another problem for the eldest to tackle. A problem he hopes to solve.
