My Masterlist was getting long AUs (both oneshots and longfics) will be posted under their respective AU Masterlists and oneshots not taking place in an AU are listed on this masterlist with no other links. I have a few fandoms I write for so feel free to peruse and read whatever you like <3
Another question, do you also see non-binary swag in Solomon's outfits or am I tripping because to me the sky pattern his outfits have is the queerest thing to ever queer
oh my god yesss
i love nonbinary solomon like. the galaxy pattern just gives tumblr kid i can see him on here
A/N: Asmo's had a rough week leading up to his birthday, and it's drained that precious sparkle of his. Solomon wants to help him relax and melt all of those worries away. After all, why should his precious demon be miserable on his special day?
I used the promts rest and relaxation and bathing together.
Steam rose into the air in multitudes of thin wisps forming clouds as they congregated. The heat had been mildly uncomfortable at first but settled into a more bearable warmth. Solomon thought if the water were any hotter, it would meld his and Asmo's bodies together. It was a rather romantic thought in his mind, two people working and breathing as one, but he also knew that Asmo's opinions would differ from his own.
Asmo's skin was smooth against his, his hair slightly damp and condensation beading against his perfect face. The demon had been more than stressed the past week. He'd accidentally double booked a photoshoot, Mammon snuck into his room and took his perfume, he'd had an interviewer ask if they could move up their timeslot.
A week of actual hell is what he called it, and Solomon heard about it all. Asmo called him ranting or fretting with each instance and by the end of the week he'd barely had the energy in him to utter a complaint filled with rage. Instead his rants turned to exhausted mumbling that Solomon could sneak words into. That was when Solomon had decided that Asmo's birthday celebrations would be a much more intimate affair this year, something more private.
After all, seeing Asmo so deflated was rather upsetting. Asmodeus was a light in any room, and seeing that light dimmed was a problem that Solomon had to find the solution to, especially when his Devilgram posts started to slow down. Thousands of angry and concerned adoring Asmodeus fans was the last thing that any of the three realms needed. Considering how dedicated they all were, they’d burn everything in their paths in an attempt to make a crude mimicry of the light Asmo put out.
“And you're sure I don't have any wrinkles?” Asmo muttered. He had barely opened his eyes as he lifted his arm for Solomon's inspection.
Without sparing a look, Solomon took his hand and pressed a kiss to his palm. “Not a single one in sight,” he murmured, “So why don’t you just relax? Enjoy your personalized spa day.”
“And this isn’t boring for you?”
“Boring?” Solomon scoffed in mocked indignation, “You think me getting to spend time with you naked is boring? Never thought I’d live to see the day.” That point was moot, as Solomon would live to see every day until the sun exploded or until something equally tragic happened. But still, poking at Asmodeus was his duty as his partner. Sure he could be doting, but teasing, now that was fun.
“You know what I mean Solomon.”
“Do I now? Then would you care to elaborate for me?”
Asmodeus sighed and adjusted himself on Solomon’s chest. Solomon shuddered as those dainty and delicate fingers started tracing shapes against his warm skin. “We normally go dancing at the clubs or out to some super extraordinary place that you know,” Asmo started, “Isn’t this a little dull for you compared to all of that?”
“My partner? Dull? Never.” Solomon chuckled, craning his neck ever so slightly to brush his lips against Asmodeus' forehead. While Solomon didn't mind going to clubs and out to parties as Asmo's arm candy, he much preferred the mundane moments. Moments where he read while Asmo painted his nails, when he worked on potions while Asmo took pictures and talked about his day, or moments when he excitedly yammered about a new spell and Asmodeus looked up at him with such adoring eyes.
Those were the moments he loved the most.
“You know that's not what I'm talkin about Sol.”
“I know, but you are far from a dull person, so not a single moment goes by with you in a way that I would describe as dull.”
Asmo snorted and Solomon's grin widened. There was that smile he adored. Even if it still needed some nurturing, Solomon would have Asmo's mood recovered soon enough. “If you'd still like to go dancing, I have a few lovely records we could listen to in your room.”
The water moved around them, teasing the edge of the massive pool Asmo called his tub. Asmo nuzzled under his chin and then nipped at his neck in a way that made Solomon shudder.
“Well aren’t we cut from the same cloth,” Asmo chuckled, “I’m lucky to have such a handsome man spending my birthday with me, you’re so smart and considerate and know just how to make me feel better.” Solomon watched as Asmo finally sat up. He corrected his posture and pushed his bangs back out of his face. He took in a breath and then exhaled slowly. Solomon’s eyes wandered his form rather shamelessly. Asmodeus was just as gorgeous on the outside as he was on the inside. Oh how could he continue to worship him? Perhaps he could order chocolates and flowers from Akuber, take him to a private spot in the human world where no one could find them and they could gaze at the stars, or maybe he could whisper ‘I love you’ over and over again until the light of the universe was snuffed out. None of it was enough, and how could he fully show his appreciation to his darling demon?
“Has anyone ever told you that I have the most perfect boyfriend in all the three realms?” Asmodeus asked as his hands started to wander along Solomon’s body. His fingers traced along the multitude of pact marks across his body, but always going back to his own. Solomon knew that Asmo had long committed the shape to memory, they both had, but that never stopped him from looking at it like it was the first time. If the mundane had not yet become dull to him after all these years, he would never tire of it.
He hummed and let himself sink further into the water, “It would be nice to have a little reminder.”
“Would you mind washing my hair for me hun? And scrub my back for me?”
“What an honor.”
“Well it shows just how much I trust you Darling.”
The suds were pink and pretty and smelled strongly of roses. Asmo’s skin was soft and perfect and as his hands ran down his back, Solomon felt Asmo shudder. A noise escaped him as his shoulders lifted, and Solomon grinned.
“Sol-”
“Shhhh. Enjoy yourself.” He would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the way Asmo shuddered under his hands. The noises he made were absolutely divine and not at all quiet. Despite the water losing temperature, heat was rising once more through his body. His demon form slowly unfurled under his ministrations and it sent a wave of pride through him. He pressed his fingers back into sensitive muscle and his wings fluttered.
“Do you think there’s another type of dancing you would enjoy?” he asked, leaning in close to Asmo’s ear.
Asmo hesitated for a moment. “Would you mind if I led?”
Fun.
“Be my guest.”
Solomon leaned back against the stone bench of the tub as Asmo turned around. His wings fanned out over him and he let his eyelids lower. He wasn’t against Asmo topping, it was simply a rare treat. It was a position Solomon was used to, one he slipped into on autopilot, and Asmo didn’t usually contest. But when Asmo requested they switch, well, that was when Solomon knew he was in for a treat.
Asmo went back to his neck, his horns brushing against Solomon’s cheek, and his fingers slowly prodding at him. He could use magic to make it all faster, but if Asmo wanted to thoroughly enjoy him for his birthday, who was Solomon to deny him? A part of him felt like he shouldn’t be the one on his back, like he was being selfish in some way or failing to take care of Asmodeus somehow. But Asmo was never shy with his words, never held back on the thoughts he had, and so Solomon trusted him.
The gasp that left his own lips as his demon pushed inside of him startled him.
“Are you alright?” Asmo asked, fingers gently running though his hair.
“As long as you are having a good time I’ll be fine.”
Asmo met him with a grin before clashing their mouths together. As their lips met, Asmo pushed deeper into him. Solomon couldn’t stop the groan that left his mouth. He often forgot what it felt like to be in this position, but it was such a wonderful reminder of how powerful his demon was. Since his lover was pretty, many looked over him. While they knew Asmodeus was one of the seven, they often questioned why Solomon had him by his side. After all, Solomon had much more powerful demons at his disposal, ones that radiated raw strength. Why keep something so dainty so close.
If only they could always experience this Asmo. The Avatar of Lust who crushed any opponent in his path, who radiated confidence and never questioned his movements, he knew what he was doing.
God he knew what he was doing.
Their lips disconnected and Solomon was trying to catch his breath in desperate moans. Asmo had moved back in favor of bruising his pale neck in between nipping with his sharp teeth. His lips were covered in spit and his cock pulsing with a desire to release. No matter what position Asmo took, Solomon was drowning in pleasure.
The prettiest of moans left Asmo’s lips as he nipped at his ear. “You look gorgeous like this hun. If only I had my phone on me.”
If he knew Asmodeus, and he did, Solomon knew that he’d be saving that idea for later. His legs would be shaking and unusable by the time Asmo got his perfect picture. But it was his birthday, and so Asmo would get whatever he wanted out of him. Another high pitch whine left Asmo’s lips and his hips stuttered briefly as he went back to burying his face in Solomon’s neck, the hand not in his hair going to play with his nipple.
The sensation went straight to his cock.
If only they all knew the Asmo he knew. Beautiful, graceful, powerful. Even these words failed to describe him. He deserved to be by Solomon’s side, he always had. Romantic inclinations aside, Asmodeus had proved himself an ally and a valuable friend, and Solomon could help but want to hold him close. His arms wrapped between his sets of wings and pulled him closer. They were creating waves in the pool as Solomon tried desperately to meet his thrusts. That’s what partners did, they met in the middle.
Solomon’s head almost dunked under the water as he came, his vision blacking for a moment, and Asmo was right behind him.
But there was no time to relax. Both of them surfaced from under the water sputtering and coughing with shaky limbs. Soapy water had made its way into his eyes and he rubbed them in an attempt to clear his vision. When he did, the sight before him was like a dream. Asmo was dripping and sputtering. His hair back in his face and his eyelashes fluttering to clear his vision.
“You’re gorgeous,” Solomon whispered, once again moving Asmo’s bangs out of his face. Asmo smiled at him, his eyes tearing up behind the suds. The stress from the week finally finding its relief as it rolled down his cheeks.
“And you’re the best partner I could ever ask for,” he replied, finding his way back into Solomon’s arms as they sat up together.
“Only the best for you, and for your birthday.”
Asmo didn’t say anything more, and hadn’t even made a suggestion to leave the grand tub and its lukewarm water. Solomon would move him soon, but for now they both enjoyed the afterglow. He had Asmo’s favorite robe and fuzzy slippers on standby and record options playing in his head. Asmo’s birthday was far from over, and Solomon still had to make up for every wrong the universe had committed upon him this week.
He looked over at Asmodeus and let his mind wander on everything they’d been through over the years. All the birthdays, all the adventures, the quiet moments. All he could do was hope he gave Asmo what he deserved.
“Hey.”
Asmo looked up at him.
“I love you.”
Asmo smiled, and instead of responding with words, leaned in and pressed their lips together.
things I won’t let ai take away from human writers
em dash
“not x, not y, but z”
short sentence stacking as a stylistic choice
none of these belong to ai. these are all what human writers have been writing since day one, way before ai was invented. ai was trained to mimic how human writers write — so em dash, not x not y but z and short sentence stacking would never have been used by ai at all if ai hadn’t learned and mimicked them from human writers.
no, you are not “fighting against ai” by accusing every work that has em dash, not x not y but z or short sentence stacking in it as ai-generated, you are helping ai harm the writing community by engaging in witch hunt and scaring human writers away from creating/sharing their works for fear of being wrongly accused of using ai.
speculations, accusations and ai witch hunt harm the writing community as much as ai does, if not more.
Today's DnD session ended early on the accounts of "WHAT THE FUCK MAN. NOT IN FRONT OF MY MINIS" "Satan needs a new cup" and "No Solomon, you can't have Asmo naked in the background"
