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Anyway, for the tropes n songs event, can I pls req Royalty trope with anyone but Diavolo from Obey Me and a fem!reader?
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1.5K Follower Event: Trope 18 Obey Me
Trope 18: Royalty
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Pairing: Solomon x Fem!Reader (MC)
Warnings: kissing?
Genre: Fluff
Post-Type: Drabbles
Word Count: 970 (I'm so bad at keeping these under the word limit...)
Note: Hey! I'm doing pretty well, thank you so much! This one really inspired me, I got a little too excited with this one heh. Hope you enjoy!
“Speak quickly,” Solomon commands from his throne; you sit beside him on your own throne, your hands intertwined, “I have many matters to attend to today.”
Solomon had become King hundreds of years ago. He was once a Mage with limitless power and brought the land out of great misfortune and danger, so naturally the people begged him to be their leader and he agreed. Being immortal, his people came and went as he remained alive and alone, until he met you. The only woman who had managed to capture his heart; the only woman he had taken as his Queen. The only Queen he’d ever have, you were the love of his life, and his people were very much aware of that.
Several Lords of different Domains within Solomon’s Kingdom had come for their weekly council meeting, informing King Solomon of any issues within their lands that were beyond their own control to solve.
“Yes my King, the people of my Domain have been complaining of scarce resources. We’re not getting enough revenue to keep our villages thriving,” One of the Lords states, looking nervous.
You knew him for his insatiable greed towards his people. The Lord of a land who was surrounded by laveshes yet his own people were struggling to make ends meet. You look at your husband with a raised eyebrow before clearing your throat to speak to the foolish Lord before you. Solomon glances at you with amusement, loving the way you took control of these council meetings whenever you had a solution.
“Allow me to bring light to this unfortunate situation, Lord Belin. I believe your peo-” you begin yet, the Lord brazenly interrupts you.
“Your highness, I was addressing the King, not you. This is a matter for the Great King and Mage himself to handle, not his mere wife.” The man utters with faux respect, letting some malice slip through his lips, not even sparing you a second glance.
You feel Solomon's grip on your hand tighten at the Lord’s harsh words before he stands from his throne, a harsh glare on his face directed at Lord Belin.
“You dare speak harshly to my wife who took the effort to think up a solution for your people, you greedy Lord? Shall you have it my way, I’d drop your title as Lord and send another in to replace you. Or would you rather hear out my beautiful Queen’s words instead?” He seethes, sparks of magic radiating off of him, a sign that he was losing his patience.
You softly reach out for his hand once more, urging him to calm down and take a seat.
Though his words reach Lord Belin as the man is now bowed before you, begging for mercy and for you to continue to help him. You smile at the man, much to Solomon’s dismay as you continue where you left off before.
“Please rise, Lord Belin, it’s quite alright.” you begin, tapping your fingertips on your throne as Solomon's warm hand engulfs your other free hand. “As I was saying, I think it would be profitable for your people to make great goods off the resources that your land thrives in. Winter is a mere few months away and my sources tell me it will be a harsh one. Is your land not full of men and women who are crafty with their hands? It’s the perfect opportunity to use your farms as resources to create winter clothing for all under our Kingdom to come to your land and purchase them. What do you think?”
Solomon watches you with pride, it was a fool-proof solution aside from having Lord Belin himself share a fraction of his wealth with his people.
“Yes my Queen, that is a perfect solution. Thank you for your kindness,” Lord Belin bows again, grateful that he didn’t lose his title after his rudeness before.
“I take it you can use your own wealth to fund your people, yes?” Solomon steps in to ask, anger still in his eyes, almost daring Lord Belin to ask him for anything further, let alone money.
“Of course my King. I’m more than capable of getting things up and running for my Domain, thank you for hearing me out.” He bows again, trembling in fear.
“Very well, council is over,” he addresses the other Vassals in the room with a sigh, “You may all return next week with your concerns. I have other matters to attend to now. You’re all dismissed.” He waves them off and they all scurry out of the room, leaving you alone with your husband.
“Now then,” he rises, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you out of the throne room, “To spend the rest of the day with my beautiful wife.”
He leans into your neck, peppering kisses to your skin, humming contently at finally being alone with you.
“I thought you had other matters to attend to?” You shriek, trying to get him to put you down, but he refuses.
“You are my other matters, dear. I’m all yours for the rest of the day,” he smirks, continuing to carry you to your shared chambers. Knowing he was immortal and you weren’t (though perhaps he had plans to change that one day, shall you agree to it) he was set on spending any free time he had with you as often as he could. After all, you were the only woman who managed to tame the heart of this great powerful mage. He was utterly and completely wrapped around your fingers.
“Well I suppose I can’t complain about that,” you smile, pressing a kiss to his lips; you were equally as obsessed with him as he was with you. And together, you blissfully spent the rest of the evening wrapped in each other's arms.
✎a/n: i wrote this in 15 minutes i hope its good. enjoy.
✰warnings: NSFW (MINORS DNI) -- reader is afab, but gender neutral
✉: I'm it's kinda out of character but can I req for a sub Solomon smut pls 👉👈
Solomon has never been the submissive type. He’s far more comfortable taking the lead and finds immense pleasure in being the one to make you squirm and cry, feeling satisfied that he can actively control you and your body. But he’s trained you to be far too needy for his cock, and he’s far too tired to please you in the way that you both deserve and desire
He throws his head back, mouth agape and releasing sweet, dark and low moans while you dig your nails into his shoulders and use his body to support your ministrations, bobbing up and down on his cock at an unsteady pace as you struggle to keep yourself upright in lieu of the way your pussy stretches wide around his long and thick cock, almost too long to comfortably work yourself on from this position.
Solomon’s hands wrap themselves around your waist, helping to guide you on him while his hips buck up into lazy and shallow thrusts, silent praises spilling from his mouth in the way of grunts and panting, his hot breath on your neck making you shiver and moan before he latches onto the sweet and tender skin of your nape, sloppy kisses trailing down to your collarbone interrupted by the occasional praise. Solomon, of course, tries to maintain his pride despite you having the reins tonight, but it’s nearly impossible to keep quiet when your tight and wet walls clench around him involuntarily. Weak, you let yourself drop around him, the tip of his dick bruising your cervix and leaving you whining relentlessly in his ear.
While he is unwilling to give you full control, Solomon adores you, and with the way you use his body for your own good and chase your own high it’s a struggle to not cave in and give you everything you want. He decides to play along, just for this one instance, giving you a little taste of submissiveness in way of gentle whimpers in response to your movements. He kneads the soft and plush flesh of your thighs, keeping you steady best he can while you speed up with your remaining strength.
He leans forward, feeling the way your back arches when he pants against you and letting himself go limp beneath you, leaving the rest up to you. “Please… ‘m so close for you…”. He’s practically breathing it into your ear, no stranger to the way your breath hitches and catches in your throat for a moment before you oblige and give him what he asks for, just as you always do for him. “Mmmhnm… you’re so tight… ah, I can’t take it… you’re so w-warm…”. Hiding his face against your shoulder, Solomon smirks, knowing how easy it is to push you over the edge, and that even in such a vulnerable state he has the upper hand.
The praise and begs from Solomon are enough for you to finally reach your limit, gripping his cock like a vice as the waves of your orgasm take over your body, and the tightness of each convulsion causes Solomon to accidentally buck his hips from the pleasure and shoot ropes of white hot cum through you, spilling around around his base and leaving you soaking wet in your combined fluids as the remnants of your release leave you shaking. Still inside you, Solomon feels a sudden burst of energy take over and flips you around, taking back control in a more familiar way for round two, letting you this time rest.
This one specific request I have is making me feral and this is inspired by it but-
imagine being in a poly relationship with Solomon and Asmodeus, and the three of you are hanging out, and Asmodeus insists the three of you do face masks together. You're sitting against Solomon’s chest while Asmodeus applies your face mask. And Solomon’s arms are wrapped around you, holding you close, one of his hands is rubbing your knuckles while he admires Asmo. Asmodeus is being gentle with the face mask, softly humming some song that vaguely sounds familiar and a faint smile dances across his lips.
Just imagine the cuddles with those two boys. Asmodeus would almost always have his head in the perfect position for you to play with his hair. And Solomon always pulls you against himself, and he softly caresses the two of you. Asmo likes to bask in the affection, while Solomon likes to give it. But the cuddles are almost never quiet, Solomon is either making some joke, or Asmodeus is lecturing Solomon for "spending too much time on his experiments." Sometimes they just lay there, giving you praise and telling the other how much love they have for the two of you.
They're a weird combination but they work so perfectly together.
