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lorkai · 1 year

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SoloDeus x MC headcanons

*･゜ﾟ You knew Asmo and Solomon had a special relationship. You just didn't expect them to be dating for long millennia without telling anyone. It was an accident how you found out; entering your room, where the three of you were studying for the exams, when you saw them kissing and let a little yelp of surprise escape your throat.

You had a crush on both of them, so knowing they felt the same way and wanted you to be part of a relationship with them made you think you were daydreaming.

Whether this is your first poly relationship or not doesn't matter because Solomon and Asmo will always make sure you feel comfortable with them. Every moment of this relationship is fun and the three of you often go on casual dates at the mall or some other fun place, or accompany Solomon somewhere strange and potentially dangerous, but what's life without a little excitement, right?

Asmodeus is naturally a sensitive person and loves physical contact, it is after all one of his love languages. He loves showing his affection for you, from lingering hugs and compliments on your beauty to lingering, sensual kisses that take your breath away, sometimes biting your lower lip and letting his hands roam freely over your body. But he's observant and knows when he's drowning you with all that affection, especially if you don't like physical contact very much. Even so, he gives you a lot of gifts, clothes, shoes, stuffed animals, accessories and even letters written by him.

Solomon, on the other hand, is more relaxed and the most intimacy he prefers is looking into your eyes in the late hours of the night and being able to hold your hand against his. His love language is quality time and acts of service, he'd rather have you around and teach you spells or do silly magic tricks to make you laugh. He loves the simplest moments when he and you and Asmo are lying together, it doesn't matter who is the big spoon and the little spoon, these moments make him feel at peace and he hopes you feel the same as you lie down in the middle of them to listen to the latest gossip or watch silly, clichéd movies.

The two manage to balance each other out very well due to the years they've spent together and are spontaneous with what they want. It's common for Solomon to show up at the House of Lamentation because he misses you both and wants to spend time with his two lovers, whether it's watching the stars of Devildom or taking you two on some adventure that is probably dangerous and full of strange creatures. Just as it's common for Asmo to drag you and Solomon to a private sleepover he's set up to paint your nails, do skin care, and sing for you both.

All in all, these two love you a lot and y'all have a healthy relationship full of communication. However beware, they love to flirt with you to laugh at your embarrassed expression.

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ruewrites · 8 months

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Asmo when Solomon shows the minutest amount of skin or does one thing on his hunk checklist

#solodeus #rue speaks #obey me #obey meme #obey me shall we date #obey me solomon #obey me asmodeus #asmodeus x solomon #solomon x asmodeus #soloasmo #asmosolo

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that-one-pretty-bitch · 2 years

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POV: Asmo cheated on Solomon

[ texting ]

Solomon: Hey Asmo

Asmo, realizing Sol knows: What do you want?

Solomon: I’m taking a test

Asmo, genuinely confused: So?

Solomon: Any cheating tips?

Asmo:

Solomon:

____ You can not reply to this conversation. Learn more __________

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leviathanswingman · 3 years

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a life in your shape - chapter 1

ship: SoloDeus

word count: 4053

warnings: none

summary:

Surprisingly enough, everything was quiet. Almost suspiciously quiet. Still, they had brushed it off as wicked luck on their part. However, they were proven wrong the moment they noticed an intricate sigil hovering menacingly above the door. „Is that a-“ Asmodeus started. „A containment spell, yes,” Solomon interrupted. “I have seen it many times before. Looks like for the time being, we're locked in.“ He tried the doorknob once more. In spite of all his efforts, it wouldn't budge. He let out a sigh. „There's no doubt,“ he finally said.

ao3

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It was a mission like any other. Solomon and Asmodeus had been travelling together, Solomon's reason for doing so being him searching for a rare item which could be useful to his studies, Asmodeus's to be good company, look gorgeous per usual and also help out in case anything went wrong.

Everything had started off alright and without much interference. They had managed to gain access to the underground palace where the item was rumoured to be hidden. In fact, after half an hour of searching, or more accurately, after half an hour of Solomon searching and Asmo offering easy chit-chat while looking out for possible attackers, there were no disturbances whatsoever. Surprisingly enough, everything was quiet. Almost suspiciously quiet. Still, they had brushed it off as wicked luck on their part.

However, they were proven wrong the moment they noticed an intricate sigil hovering menacingly above the door.

„Is that a-“ Asmodeus started.

„A containment spell, yes,” Solomon interrupted. “I have seen it many times before. Looks like for the time being, we're locked in.“

He tried the doorknob once more. In spite of all his efforts, it wouldn't budge. He let out a sigh. „There's no doubt,“ he finally said.

Asmodeus shook his head in disbelief. „Really?! How annoying! I was supposed to be on a date tonight, can't you do anything about it, Solomon? There must be something, right? Can't you just, i don't know, snap your fingers and the door opens like that?“

Solomon stretched out his hand and mumbled an incantation. Seconds passed, but still, nothing happened. The door remained stubbornly shut. He tried out another incantation. Still, the result remained the same.

„Apparently not. We're stuck.” For a moment, he studied the sigil with knowing eyes and then tutted his tongue. “The spell should wear off in less than 24 hours though. I've come across spells like this plenty of times before. They are rarely dangerous. “

Asmodeus spun around to face Solomon. „Please tell me you're joking!“

Solomon shook his head and simply turned around. „I wouldn't be joking about this,“ he stated again. He observed the glowing sigil that was still hovering above the door, tracing the lines with delicate fingers.

Asmodeus sighed loudly and, putting his hands to his hips, turned around with a huff, trying to get a better glimpse of his surroundings.

The palace was neat and tidy and filled with a cornucopia of golden trinkets and magical items. Although it was clearly abandoned, the place seemed to be suspiciously clean- most likely thanks to some long dead sorcerer's spell.

Not that he particularly cared. After all, he was only here because Solomon asked him to. And as long as Solomon's fingers remained calm and didn't start fidgeting, Asmodeus knew everything was alright. Sure, it was an inconvenience, but truthfully, Asmodeus didn't feel as bad about missing out on his date as he pretended to.

He stepped into the room and made his rounds with bouncing steps, stopping in front of an overflowing bookshelf. Solomon followed him, coming to a halt right next to his pact partner. With curious eyes, he studied several of the spines and Asmodeus took note of the way Solomon's eyebrows scrunched up more and more with every new title he took in.

„Not to your liking, Solomon dearest?“ he threw out teasingly as Solomon tutted his tongue.

„I thought I could spend the time catching up on my studies. Turns out I was wrong.“ He threw the shelf an almost disgusted look. „Garbage, every single one of them. Whoever used to reside here must've been one pretentious prick,“ Solomon grumbled. Then, he looked at Asmo and his expression changed quickly. A sly grin spread across his face. „I guess we'll have to find something better to do to pass the time.“

There was that little mischievous glint to his eyes that Asmodeus adored in particular, and even though he knew damn well Solomon was acting like this on purpose just to coax a reaction out of him, he chose to indulge Solomon in his shenanigans. This was one of the reasons why he found Solomon so intriguing, still so irresistible after all those years spent side by side, both in battles and friendship.

And just like when they first met, the way the sorcerer could go from being serious and stupidly reckless in pursuit of his studies to being all teasing and borderline smug in his banter still had the same effect on Asmodeus. After all, Solomon was Solomon. He wasn't just another fling or crush or hope-to-be. Solomon was different. He had always been and would never fail to be.

Out of all of his pact partners, he was the one Asmodeus could rely on, no matter. Because that's just how they worked as a team, with unwavering mutual trust.

So Asmodeus puffed his chest, feigning outrage. „You're in company of none other than the avatar of lust! You certainly won't find anything or anyone more interesting and ravishing than me in this musty old hut!“ he exclaimed, playfully digging his pointer into Solomon's chest. „You're surely getting cocky with me, you naughty, naughty man.“

Solomon covered his mouth with one hand and simply chuckled. Asmodeus took in the sight of his face, noticed the way his eyes crinkled a little at the edges as he smiled and couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat.

Of course, this sensation wasn't foreign to him, after all, he was akin to lust itself, and things such as hunger and passion were his bread and butter. With Solomon however, things were more complicated.

They had known each other for so long and throughout the years, Solomon had become a staple in Asmodeus's life. He had become a partner, companion, perhaps even his best friend. Which was exactly why he shouldn't allow himself to feel anything more than platonic admiration for the sorcerer.

However, Asmodeus had always been a tad bit too in touch with his feelings.

He could still remember the moment he realized that his feelings of admiration had crossed all boundaries and had moved on to dangerous territories.

Back then, one particularly exhilarating battle was all it took. Asmodeus had caught sight of Solomon, standing tall as the victor of a bloody battle, one heavy booted foot on top of their enemy's chest, beat up and tired, but with a wicked smile, perhaps almost a grin, painted across his pretty lips.

And just like that, as simple and brutish as it was, Asmodeus had felt his heart flutter with the intensity of countless butterflies flapping their delicate wings. Right away he had known; this couldn't mean anything but trouble. He rarely ever fell for people, but when he did, it felt closer to a tumble down a steep hill than a graceful fall.

For once, he cursed being so in touch with his emotions.

Of course, he had to go and fall for the one man who actually cared about him. Leave it to Asmodeus to fall for the one single man he could not allow himself to have.

No long lasting sexual or romantic relations with your pact partners.

Asmodeus had made it one of his core rules centuries ago. Right from the beginning he had been aware, stuff like that was bound to come back to bite you in the ass. People were bound to get hurt. And not in pleasurable ways.

And upon that exact realization, Asmodeus had tried to put a bit more space between the two of them. He had found every excuse in the books to avoid spending too much time with Solomon, no matter how much it tugged at his heart strings, no matter how his skin itched with the irrecusable need to be close to the sorcerer. And still, it hadn't worked. There was no way for him to just tone his affections down. Not when it was about Solomon. Not when it was Asmodeus's faintly fluttering heart.

Although he found himself confused by all of it, he knew one thing: Solomon was so much more. Solomon meant an abundance of things to him, some of which were so difficult worlds would never suffice. And that fact scared him immensely.

Almost seamlessly, he snapped out of it. He felt like he was watching himself, standing in front of that boring bookshelf, eyes glued to Solomon's picture perfect side profile, admiring his slightly crooked nose, heart-eyed, gooey-hearted and soft.

And it made him ever so aware of the fact that people did not like to see him distracted like that.

It wasn't a pretty sight.

People wanted him to be there, wanted him to be the centre of attention, aware of every little thing that was happening around him, expecting him to respond accordingly. They loved to see his little ooh's and aah's, loved to hear the way his voice rumbled with lust and need. Even more so however they loved to interpret seduction and finesse into every single word that left his luscious lips when neither were necessarily present.

In the end, they longed for the avatar of lust, so who was Asmo to deny them that experience, even if he wasn't always feeling up to it?

Unexpectedly, Solomon tapped the tip of Asmo's nose with his pointer. „Curious to see what else we can find here?“ he asked. „It's an abandoned palace after all. Who knows what sort of things we could find.“

Asmo crossed his arms, pushed down his overbearing thoughts and let out a single huff. „Mostly mold and old scrolls. Come on, Solomon! Don't be such a bore. You said yourself that we're stuck in here! So why waste your time digging through old trash when you could take the chance and pay more attention to little old me?“ he said, sure that he could get away with it without any repercussions. Solomon was used to his overdramatic acts of narcissism, and if that was what he needed to display to overplay his mind's tousled state, he'd take it and play it up for good measure.

Asmodeus took another look at Solomon and couldn't help but feel both utterly lost and incredibly safe at once. “I hate wasting time, let's do something!”

For a short moment Solomon brought his pointer to his own bottom lip as he thought of possible ways to spend their unexpected free time. Then, he dug through his bag and pulled out a fancy looking deck of cards. “Care for a round then?”

“Nuh uh, no way! We both know you'd completely annihilate me. That's no fun!”

Solomon waved the deck of cards in front of Asmo's face. “Not even one round? Suit yourself then,” he said before letting the deck slide back into his bag.

Asmodeus let out a big sigh, brushed a few stray strands back in place and set off to discover the rest of the place by himself, leaving Solomon behind.

Dusty furniture, old books, dust bunnies. Honestly, there wasn't much to see.

He rounded a corner and was faced with an old, addled door. Curiously, he pushed it open an inch and peered inside, just to let out a delighted squeal. “Solomon, come look!”

Quickly, Solomon poked his head around the corner. “Hm? What did you find?”

“Look, a bath! We're saved! And here I was fearing we'd have to spend the night wallowing in our own dirt like cavemen. What a life saver!”

Solomon followed Asmodeus into the dark room, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. Moments like these often reminded him of the fact that he was still, to some degree, very much human. “A usual, I see you've got your priorities straight,” he chuckled.

“Of course I do. You do remember who you're talking to here, right?”

Solomon shook his head with a slight smile on his lips as he mumbled a quick incantation and the torches on the walls lit up in the span of mere seconds. “How could I forget. You'd never let me.”

The room looked surprisingly spacious. Admittedly, the tiles were a bit cracked and there was a damp smell lingering in the air, but aside from that, there really wasn't too much to complain about. Ironically enough, the place they were currently locked in still ranked rather high on Solomon and Asmo's tier list of places they'd had to squat at for the sake of one of Solomon's missions.

“Hearing you talk like that, one would assume you didn't appreciate last mission's natural vibe all that much,” Solomon threw in as he crossed the room, looking for anything of possible interest to him.

“There were bugs everywhere. It was disgusting and yucky and dirty.”

“Your point is?”

“My point is?!” An involuntary shiver ran down Asmo's spine, making him smooth over the goosebumps rising on his slender arms. “Ugh! Now you've made me think of it again!”

His eyes darted over to the empty bathtub, and the idea of washing off all of those unwarranted images plaguing his mind suddenly sounded almost divine.

Without much of a second thought, Asmodeus walked over to Solomon, grabbed him by the shoulders and guided him towards the door he had crossed mere moments ago. “This is entirely your fault for making me think of those gross critters again. So be a darling and,” he gave Solomon a gentle push, “go explore somewhere else.”

His hand lingered on Solomon's shoulder a moment too long before he let go again. Asmodeus made his way back to the bathtub and leant down to open the tap, but before he could reach it, Solomon snapped his fingers once, and with a tiny spark and crackle, the tub filled with hot water in all its steamy goodness.

“No need to thank,” Solomon threw out, already halfway through the doorway.

“Wasn't planning to!”

Asmodeus crossed his arms and watched Solomon leave the room, a soft smile painted on his lips. Might as well enjoy this piping hot bath.

And if he watched the way Solomon rubbed his neck as he walked away for a moment too long, taking note of the way the tiniest bit of milky skin got exposed as the side of Solomon's hand accidentally pulled down the rim of his turtle neck, then there was at least no one around to put too much thought into his lingering gaze.

As soon as he was by himself, Asmodeus stripped off his clothes, dipped his big toe in the water to check the temperature first and made the conscious decision to leave any Solomon related thoughts out of the bathroom as he submerged himself in steamy waters.

Half an hour later, he exited the room with nothing but a damp towel wrapped around his waist, feeling refreshed and warm, his muscles relaxed and his mind mushy after a long, taxing day. On his way through the tomb, on the lookout for anything resembling a bedroom, he passed Solomon, who had apparently found a book at least somewhat redeemable, and was thumbing through it at a remarkable pace, his thumb slightly pulling down his lower lip as he muttered out little trains of thought.

He hadn't even noticed Asmodeus enter the room, which was -indubitably- criminal. Asmodeus cleared his throat, his lower lip jutting out ever so slightly, forming a perfectly adorable pout. Sure, Solomon and him had been acquainted with each other for decades upon decades now, but that didn't excuse the lack of attention. So Asmodeus knelt down in front of Solomon, holding his towel with one hand while he used the other to pull the book from Solomon's rather relaxed grip.

“Devildom to Solomon! There's a perfectly flawless demon right in front of you, yet all you pay attention to is this dusty old thing! It's so unfair! Being in a pact with you, one would think you would at least spare a sliver of your time.” Of course, Asmo wasn't being completely serious about the whole issue, and Solomon knew that.

He waved the book in front of Solomon's nose for good measure before booping his nose gently with the edge of it.

“ Bathroom's free, I graciously left you some shampoo, conditioner and body wash. Now go and don't you even dare say you don't need it. We both know you do and I certainly won't spend a night next to a smelly man.”

He was well are of the duality of his words, of the implications that could come with them. But this was Solomon he was talking about. The man had -mostly indirectly- rejected his advances year after year, so Asmodeus didn't find much wrong in being a little cheeky from time to time. He had never been one to shy away from flirting with his friends anyways.

Usually, there was no harm in it.

“Hey!” Solomon started, his reaction still a little delayed as his gaze strayed from Asmodeus' face down to his exposed shoulders, drifting across shiny-soft arms down to the towel loosely wrapped around his waist. He only stalled for the shortest of moments before reaching out towards the book, but, sensing his intentions, Asmodeus simply held it further from Solomon's reach.

“Don't you think that's a little childish?” the sorcerer let out, the slightest hint of displeasure pulling his eyebrows together as he reached for the book once more.

“If it gets you in the tub, then no, not at all,” Asmo breathed out, mostly inconvenienced for show. He shook the book as if it were bait and raised an eyebrow at Solomon. “So? We can either keep arguing, which is exiting, don't get me wrong, or you move those long long legs of yours and get it over with,” he said, a playful tone to his voice.

“Well, I was just about to finish this chapter before you interrupted me, so I'd highly appreciate it if you-” he quickly leapt forward, trying to snatch the book from Asmo's hands. “Would unhand it,” he finished, however Asmodeus had predicted Solomon's movements, jumped backwards and tucked the book neatly in-between his hip and his towel.

“You were saying?” he placed one hand on his hip and tilted his head for effect, a sly grin painted across his rosy lips. “Unless you want to-”

“Alright, I admit defeat.” Solomon threw Asmo one of his indecipherable gazes before pointing at his partner once, sharply. “But I'm getting that back as soon as I'm done.”

Asmodeus dropped down on the seat that had formerly been occupied by Solomon, crossed his legs, opened the book and threw him one last look from under his lashes before sticking out his tongue with a little giggle. Solomon side-eyed him and shook his head. And then, without any warning, he reached out his hand, planted it on top of Asmo's head of freshly dried curls and ruffled through it with a big smile painted on his lips.

“Hey, you-!”

“This is payback, Asmodeus.”

Before Asmo even had the chance to swat at his hands, Solomon had already dodged and made a semi-run for the bathroom.

Asmodeus watched him go until he rounded a corner and his form disappeared completely.

In spite of the undeniable heat in cheeks he simply fixed his hair and chose to ignore every single thought raging through his mind that could possibly put a dent in his and Solomon's relationship. He stood up from his seat, put down the book and continued his previous search, roaming through the tomb to find one, hopefully even two bedrooms.

In hindsight, he should've been aware of the fact that the universe liked him a smithereen too much. And how could he blame it for that?

Asmodeus was hardly one to complain, after all he was gorgeous and perfect and deserved every single bit of praise directed towards him.

This, however, was something else entirely.

In his search for two separate bedrooms, he had come up rather empty. Sure, he had found a room that -under certain circumstances- could be interpreted as a bedroom and luckily, there was a perfectly unremarkable looking bed in it.

However, it was the only sleeping chamber he had found and the bed in it was certainly not made for more than one person.

After another round of unsuccessfully combing through the palace in search for another bed, a canapé, hell, even multiple chairs to push together for Solomon to sleep on, Asmodeus finally gave up and plopped down on the less than sufficient bed, starting to scroll through his devilgram feed. There was quite literally nothing else to do and, miraculously, the cell reception down here was somehow almost impeccable. Leave it to those damn magical places to work in such mysterious ways.

Just as he was admiring one of Leviathan's work in progress cosplay posts -not that he would ever admit to that out loud- his ears twitched as he heard the door to the bathroom open with an almost eery squeal. The pitter-patter of naked feet on marbled ground echoed through the hallways and, once again unable to satisfy his stupid curiosity by simply listening and minding his business for once, Asmo lifted his head and caught a full glance of Solomon entering the room, naked if it weren't for the towel riding low on his hips, hair still dripping wet with shiny, watery pearls.

And in spite of himself, Asmodeus tried his best to avert his gaze.

After all, this was Solomon he was looking at with all those unwarranted thoughts rushing through his brain. This was Solomon, whose hair was pushed back for once, allowing Asmo full access to his striking grey eyes that looked so bright, almost translucent and so utterly perfect in the low light of the torches. Asmodeus could feel the heat rising up to his cheeks, knowing fully well that his knuckles, shoulders and the tip of his nose were undeniably in the process of turning into a picture perfect shade of pink.

It wasn't as if Asmo had never seen a half-naked man before, obviously, he had already had more than his fill; it was rather about this very specific man who usually ran around covered from head to toe like a catholic priest afraid to even flash his ankles.

He swallowed once, hard, and opened his mouth. “I think we have a problem,” he started, not entirely sure where he was even going with this. Anything to distract him from the elegant slope of Solomon's neck, sliding further down to the arch of his spine, so exquisite in its shape, from pretty shoulder blades down to that one little mole he would love to trace with careful fingertips and soft lips to the small of his back and his nice, peachy-

“Only one bed, huh?” Solomon interrupted Asmodeus's string of thoughts. “I am convinced Leviathan would be more than delighted.”

Asmo cleared his throat once more, relaxed a bit and looked up towards Solomon again. “Oh surely,” he drawled lazily and waved with his hand, feigning a state of composure and definitely not sheer panic about being overly smitten with one of your closest friends. “He'd be ecstatic. I can practically see his precious little otaku heart take an itsy bitsy leap at the thought of it.”

Solomon crossed his arms and walked over to the bed, stopping right in front of it. “Right. Of course, we can joke all we want, but that doesn't change the fact that we are stuck in here with only one bed.” He brushed white strands of hair out of his face and Asmodeus watched the way his chest rose with a particularly deep breath. “So I have a proposition.”

“You will certainly not sleep on the ground, and I myself am also feeling rather exhausted, so I'd rather not get too acquainted with the roaches this time around.”

And Asmodeus knew what was about to come, a proposition to sleep in shifts, which would be taxing for both of them, but at least better than sleeping on cold stone floors. He lifted his eyes and before he could jump in and finish Solomon's sentence prematurely, the sorcerer kept going.

“Let's just share the bed.”

And once again, Asmodeus found himself wishing the universe liked him a little less.

Chapter 2

#my writing #obey me #solomon #asmodeus #solodeus #solomon x asmodeus #asmosolo #angst #sharing a bed #friends to lovers #getting together #this looks like ass but i'm the worst at coming up with good layouts

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asmoyonce · 3 years

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May I request mc+asmosolo please. Thank you in advance.

dont know if you wanted a drabble or headcanon so i wrote general relationship hcs :) warning: mentions of sex

— ASMODEUS X MC X SOLOMON general relationship hcs

asmo’s love language are psychical touch and words of affirmation. he’s often touching either of you in some kind of way. hand on a thigh or maybe simply linking your pinkies together. asmo isn’t afraid to express his feelings to both of you and compliment whenever he feels like it

solomon on the other hand prefers to convey his feelings through actions rather than words. his love langauge definitely being quality time. he loves spending time with both of you

/basing it softly on canon mc/ their type of love languages going perfectly with yours acts of service. if three of you have a sleepover, you’re often the one to go make breakfast while they still try to wake themselves up. asmo and solomon really appreciate you going out of your way to help them with smaller tasks so they can focus on more important stuff

all of you believe that communication is the key to the relationship so whenever problem occurs, you will sit down and talk it out or find the best way to get rid of it

i feel like asmo is a devoted lover so he will refrain from seeking pleasure in other people unless you’re in an open relationship and both you and solomon don’t mind. though he will only do anything after informing both of you about it

both of them are really good at comforting. asmo being perfect if you need verbal comfort and solomon if you don’t want any talking involved

they’re quick on picking up your quirks, likes and dislikes. you basically never have to tell them what you want or need since they’re already waiting for you with it before you even manage to open your mouth

solomon also has high sex drive. that’s why he’s asmo’s first choice if the avatar of lust wants to have sex. they don’t want to bother you with helping them unless you show willingness

one of them often texts gc ‘whos down to fuck’ to see if you yourself are in the mood

the three of you go out on a date at least once a week. if one of you is busy, the other two will go alone but it is required for everyone to make a time for a date once a week

most of the dates are spontaneous. you go with a flow or do something one of you planned for that day. rarely will any of you plan anything unless there's a big occasion

being in a relationship with them might sometimes be a challenge but it's still very enjoyable. all of you going at your peace but never afraid to slow down if any of you needs a break

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me solomon #obey me asmodeus x reader #asmodeus x reader #asmodeus x mc #solomon x reader #solomon x mc #solomon imagine #asmodeus imagine #asmosolo #asmodeus x solomon #solomon x asmodeus #asmosolo x mc #asmosolo x reader

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solodeusweek · 3 years

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One more month until Solodeus Week begins! ☆

Check our pinned post for the prompts!

#obey me #obey me solomon #obey me asmodeus #solodeus #asmosolo #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me: one master to rule them all #obey me: shall we date #obey me:swd #asmodeus x solomon

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sparklingichigo · 3 years

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Incorrect Quote SoloAsmo edition

Solomon: Hey Asmo, how do you spell perfection?

Asmo: A-S-M-O-D-E-U-S

Solomon: But that's your name??

Asmo: Exactly ^^

Solomon: *teleports himself back to purgatory Hall*

#Soloasmo #obey me #obey me solomon #obey me asmodeus #Asmodeus #Solomon #Asmosolo #incorrect obey me quotes

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sawaruuu · 4 years

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“A Pact at first sight”

and that’s how Asmo made a pact with Solomon....jk

#obeyme #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me solomon #obey me asmodeus #obey me fanart #obey me fandom #obey me comic #obey me asmosolo #obeyme soloasmo #otome game #obey max #obeymax #obey me seven

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yukiobeyme · 3 years

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I’m glad you like SoloLuci!!!

I don’t have a lot of content of them right now, but I am looking forward to writing them in the future. (I think their dynamic is neat!)

^ SoloLuci, essentially. (With the bonus of Solomon heavily enjoying annoying Lucifer, and Lucifer annoying/teasing him in return).

~s8ncake 💚🎂

I really do like SoloLuci! I think they dynamic would be neat and I love that picture because yes that describes it.

Imagine if it’s a bet, “If you fall in love with me, Lucifer. You have to make a pact with me.”

Lucifer scoffs, “Just don’t fall in love with me first,” Lucifer leans as close as he dares to the sorcerer and smirks when he watches him blush and his eyes briefly looks at Lucifer’s lips.

Asmodeus is probably the best and worst person ever. Because he loves Solomon and Lucifer and the fact they could be together is just thrilling to him. Asmodeus gushing to Solomon about Lucifer in the hallways of RAD and then Lucifer and Diavolo walks by and Solomon blushes and looks away. Lucifer has a slight blush, not the Solomon sees that, but smirks at Solomon when he finally looks up. Diavolo gives Lucifer a question look but doesn’t push the issue, well until they are in private.

Sorry I’m rambling on this idea! Feel free to hit me up when you have headcanons or want to ramble because I need this in my life so badly. Your writing is so amazing and you are the reason I found DiaSatan and I think I’d fall in love with any ship you write.

#I like so many rare pairings it’s ridiculous #like I love DiaLuci I really do #and AsmoSolo is good too!#but all of my fic ideas are for rare pairings that no one ever really mentions #I am excited about writing SoloLuci though #whenever I get to them #(there is one pairing that I want to write about that’s on my wip meme that I posted the other day)#(no ones asked about the fic yet)#(but like with DiaSatan no ones ever mentioned it)#(but looking them all clearly I enjoy making the most chaotic couples imaginable)#(chaotic in a good way of course)#sorry I rambled #but since you like SoloLuci I might start sliding you some head canons of them as well #if I ever have any 💚💚#submission #s8ncake i love you #sololuci #obey me sololuci #long post

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domreader-headcannon-scenarios · 3 years

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May I ask what ships are you planning on writing for? I like many, but I fell in love with diabarbs. I also have a huge polyamory headcanon between the characters. :D

Diabarb, Beelbarb, Solobarb, Simeon/Barbatos, dialuci, dialucibarb, lucibarb, sololuci, asmosolo, Simeon/Diavolo, Simeon/Solomon, Satan/Solomon, Levibarb, (basically I ship barb with everyone)

Those are ones I personally like but I will be doing request of different ones too, you can request polyamorous ones too!

I naturally think some characters are complete subs so if you want a specific character to dom, please specify! There are characters (like Barbatos) that I think are complete subs and whoever they are paired with they’ll sub to

You can request au’s! Or monster characters, etc, kinks, same rules as regular request pretty much!

I may back away from ships I’m not ok/interested in, but I’ll make a post saying that dw

So here’s the rules!

Rules

No Luke involved, he’s a child

Poly is allowed, but if there are two of the brothers involved, they aren’t dating they are just dating the other person

No incest between the brothers

#obey me #omomtrta #ask #ask box #rules #obey me ships

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ruewrites · 1 month

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Understanding Us

AO3

Ship: Solomon/Asmo

Word Count: 2952

Warnings: Mildly referenced implied homophobia/misogyny. The undertones are very light but it is there.

A/N:

Another installment of the Next Gen! AU that I made with @leviathanswingman. Solomon and Asmo integrating into the human world is definitely something that is worth exploring in this AU because it does come with a few challenges, especially in terms of socializing. They find their niche eventually, but there will always be challenges.

(Solomon is touch starved and no one can change my mind about this.)

I hope you enjoy!

Solomon forced a smile, swirling his cup in his hands as he watched his partner from across the backyard. He fit in well here, much better than Solomon did. Of course they both had their moments of bouts of odd behavior, and yet Asmo slipped into the neighborhood as a socialite with near flawlessness and perfection. He laughed like windchimes as he sipped his cocktail, gossiping and chittering away with a few of their neighbor's on the host's deck next to the grill. He looked stunning too, as he always did. The spring air appeared so much sweeter as it carried Asmo's essence.

What made it sweeter still was their child on his lap. Asmodeus was the perfect image of a parental socialite. Solomon had already heard him fantasizing about joining a future PTA meeting after speaking to a few of their neighbors who had older children. An entire bake sale had practically already been organized in the entirety of his mind for when Lilith started attending classes, and of course Asmodeus would be chaperoning field trips! Perhaps he could still make a post or two as well, after all, Asmodeus was still an influencer.

Tilting the cup in his hand again, he wondered if there was another cocktail floating out there for him somewhere. Perhaps one with blueberries or pomegranate.

“Solomon! That's not going to do you any good stayin still in your cup.”

A man clapped him on his back. Solomon had heard his name once or twice, his wife had brought over cookies when he and Asmo moved in. It had been a rough introduction, Asmo had still been a bit bristly around strangers so Solomon had done most of the talking. It went about as well as it could have with an unhappy demon in the background. Despite that, this man still seemed to hone in on Solomon at every social event. No matter how hard he tried to hide himself, he always seemed to find him and drag him out to groups which discussed subjects that Solomon cared little for. Still, Solomon forced a smile and stood a little straighter, “I'm more of a whisky man if I'm honest. I like my liquor a bit… smoother.”

“You get used to it, it's an acquired taste.”

Solomon would beg to differ.

“You're partner up there, he get you whisky? It's always nice to have your own little treats.”

Solomon had seen Asmo put back stronger drinks than whisky on a Saturday night. Solomon liked whisky, the best way to taste it was the remnants from Asmo's lips.

“We drink together, although he does know how to pick out rather divine blends,” Solomon continued to stare straight ahead, not offering the man a glance, “Sometimes we drink together later in the night after we put Lilith down.”

The man elbowed him, making the drink in his hands slosh onto his skin. It felt as disgusting and horrendous as it tasted.

There was a way this man talked about Asmodeus, a few of them talked about Asmodeus in a similar fashion. Solomon hated it. They projected their own ideas onto their relationship in a fashion that often made Solomon uncomfortable, and they liked to pry. Asmodeus confused them all, whether it be his mixture of pronouns or presentation of gender or how he fit in with Solomon and Lilith. They were much more concerned about Asmodeus’ role that Solomon thought they ought to be. Asmodeus was Asmodeus, and that should be enough.

“He get cuddly with you drunk? Scooch in real close?” it was a joke, but not one Solomon enjoyed in the slightest. It was shallow, superficial, and the implications left bile in his mouth, “Bet he's the type to get scared during horror movies too. You ever watch those and drink your whiskey?”

The man next to him was laughing as the plastic crickled beneath Solomon's finger tips.

***

“More, please.”

It was far from erotic, and Solomon craved it all the same. Asmo's caress did something to him, lit a fire deep within his cold soul. If it was taken from him, he wasn't sure how he would ever survive. Asmo's hand caressed the side of his face and moved upward to ruffle his hair.

“My Darling is so needy tonight,” the arm around his waist tightened, pulling him closer, and Solomon reveled in it. He knew his face was flushed, his body contorted to distort himself into some smaller form perfect to fit in Asmodeus' grasp. His legs tangled, arms struggling with whether to stay pressed close to his chest or to wrap around and capture the source of undying affection and attention before him.

“But that is okay,” Asmo cooed in his ear, “Because I am here for whatever he needs, whenever he wants it.”

It was like this frequently in the beginning once they started more openly expressing wants and desires. Solomon would fluctuate between a kind of aloofness and the cold void inside him that demanded to be filled. Before all of this it was easy to ignore. After all, how could you miss an experience that was forgotten to you? But once he had the tiniest taste, the switch inside of him was flipped. Nowadays the void was quiet more often than not but every now and again that craving for intimacy and affection overtook him to a point that was almost painful. Twisting his head to the side, Solomon looked up at Asmo through his lashes.

“I love you.”

The words fell short in so many ways, if only there was something more he could say, some word that fit better. One day he would find one, but for now, this would do.

Asmo's fingers continued to card through his hair, his eyes soft. His lips pressed against Solomon's forehead, “I love you too. How do you feel?”

Solomon shifted, adjusting his position and making himself feel more comfortable in Asmo's arms. The ache in his chest had lessened to a dull thud as Asmo's warmth took its place.

“Better,” Solomon said, “Luckily I have you and your love for this poor heart of mine.”

“Careful Handsome, you might have another baby if you're not careful with your words.”

Solomon laughed, “You say that like it isn't something I would like.” Asmo had passed on so much to their child. She looked so much like him and Solomon didn't doubt that what else he had passed on to her would be revealed with age. Solomon had passed on his talent with magic, that he knew, but he swore that she would never know what the void within him felt like. He would shower her in all the love and affection he could muster and assure that her days were filled with brightness and laughter.

“I know you would,” Asmo purred. God, Solomon loved that purr. The only thing better than the purrs were the chirps and chitters he made. It was all music to Solomon's ears. “You're such a good Daddy, there isn't a better man I could have accidentally had a child with.”

He punctuated each word by walking his fingers up Solomon's shoulder and tapping his nose.

All Solomon could do was smile. He kissed Asmo once. Then again. And again. He lost himself in his partner's laughter as they continued their exchange of soft kisses, completely and utterly enveloped in each other.

It was the best whiskey Solomon could ever chase, and he would gladly get drunk on it any time of day.

***

“I love what they do with the gore,” Asmo moved closer against his shoulder and it made his heart lurch, “It's so… artistic. Like a pretty little metaphor.”

“It does look like a flower if you pause it right.”

“Yes! See you get it! It's about blooming into her true potential and truths being revealed! Also I just think it was done in a very pretty fashion.” With the way Asmo squealed and kicked his feet, one might think they were watching a very different genre of film, certainly not a psychological thriller. But Solomon loved how excited Asmodeus became. It was lovely being able to discuss in depth literary analyses with his partner.

“What about you Solomon? What do you think?”

“What do I think?”

“That is what I asked.”

Solomon glanced back at the screen, intertwining his fingers with Asmo's as he thought. “I think it's about an acknowledgement of all parts of yourself, the good and the bad of human nature, that sometimes the more horrendous things can be masked with beauty and that escaping it in itself can be brutally terrifying, but there is beauty in escaping and gaining your freedom.”

Asmo used the tips of his fingers to turn Solomon's face towards him, his feather light touch on his skin sending shivers up Solomon's spine. “Beautifully put.”

Her finger tips traveled down Solomon's neck, tracing along his carotid artery, “Most people forget about the horrors often faced in order to reach that pretty little ending. When perfection is mistaken for beauty, some tend to turn volatile in their blindness.”

“You would know that.”

“So would you.”

“It's not easy to forget.”

“Would we want to?”

A few minutes of silence lingered between them, Asmodeus’ fingers dancing over his heart before gripping the fabric of his shirt and pulling him in.

“I wanted to go back to the Celestial Realm more than anything,” Asmodeus whispered, “I'd almost forgotten why I left.”

His fingers ran throughSolomon's hair and down his back, lulling him into a security. He let out a sigh and wrapped his arms around his lover. Asmo's scent filled his lungs as he inhaled, and a sense of completeness watched over him.

Asmo's eyes were once again fixed on the television, his grip on Solomon tightening.

“I'm glad she got her freedom.”

***

Solomon hummed, his eyelids lowering.

“Well? Do you?”

Another jab came at him from the side. It was taking all Solomon had not to let his agitation show. For the first time since their interaction began Solomon turned to him, a wide smile spread across his face.

“You don't know anything about my partner nor myself, and I think I like having our little mysteries,” If he were a worse man, he'd curse him now, “It keeps a certain spice to life, wouldn't you agree?”

Solomon didn't allow him to say another word. He dumped the vile liquid on the ground, stepping out of the way of playing children, and made his way up the deck steps. That man could speculate as much as he wanted, as could the rest of them, but unless they treated Asmo with dignity and respect when they thought he was out of earshot they wouldn't get a word out of him.

Asmo hadn't seen him approaching, in fact, he was still enraptured in conversation when Solomon approached him. A soft noise of surprise left him, a chirp. Solomon kissed where his jaw met his neck and then allowed himself to settle.

“Oh hello Darling! Coming by to say hi?” Asmo asked, leaning into Solomon. His warmth radiated to Solomon’s core and his hair smelled dizzyingly of the sweetest roses.

“How could I ever stay away?”

He took one of Asmo’s hands and placed kisses from his wrist to the tips of his fingers. A soft flurry of noises rose up and fell just as quickly as they appeared.

“What did I tell you?” Asmo chirped, looking around the table, “He’s a perfect model of a gentleman.”

“He is,” a woman crooned, “All you’re missin is a ring honey.”

“You’re gonna get me a pretty ring right Sol?” Asmo asked, batting his lashes. His voice was overperforming. Words dragged out in an exaggeratingly sweet manner as he cozied up to him. If only they knew how Lilith had come into the world.

“The prettiest, if I can have a sip of your cocktail.”

WIthout a word, Asmo lifted the pretty drink to his lips. Solomon could have groaned. Finally, something that didn’t taste like piss. Why take the enjoyment out of life by taking the pleasure of consumption away? Why ingest something horrible when perfection was a few yards away? Asmo set the glass back down onto the table and relaxed once again into their previous position.

“Thank you my Darling.”

Asmo hummed in response, content to let Solomon recharge his dwindling social battery. This was a game they often played at gatherings. For some reason or another, the same group of men would find themselves flocking towards Solomon, trying to get him to engage in one draining activity or another. Eventually Solomon would escape towards Asmodeus and allow himself to relax. He was more interested in the conversations Asmodeus was a part of anyways. If there was one thing his demon excelled at (well… one of many) it was honing in on interesting gossip or picking up key information that others let slip past their lips.

His fingers toyed with Lilith’s hair, it was soft and wavy, and Asmo had placed a little pink bow in it. Asmodeus loved toying with their daughter's hair. He absolutely delighted in it, seeing all of the different stylings that could be accomplished. She always looked so cute too, Asmodeus made sure she was the pinnacle of cuteness.

“How about I take her for a while?”

“I’ve got her.”

“I can take her inside and reapply her sunscreen, it’s getting hot,” Solomon continued, “Besides I want to make myself a drink.”

It didn’t take anymore convincing for Solomon to have their daughter in his arms as he walked into the house, a deep sigh left his lips. “Oh Lilith, what am I to do?”

Lilith babbled in response, blowing bubbles out of her mouth and grabbing for Solomon’s hair. “Ah, wise words from a wise young lady,” he shifted her weight to his hip as he looked at the counter full of mixing ingredients, “Now, let's make a good drink.”

Fortunately he spent the rest of the time in the kitchen talking to Lilith about everything and nothing. She was delightful company, always was. They could have a much better social event than whatever was happening outside, and when temperatures would eventually continue to rise they wouldn't be the ones melting. In every possible way, this was a much more favorable outcome in his books. Fortunately for him, no one else came in for however long he had decided to wander around. That was, until familiar heels clicked on the linoleum. Solomon had started making his second drink, explaining the elegancies of a wyvern’s bone structure to an enthused Lilith, when Asmo entered the room.

“You ready to head home?” he asked, hip cocked against the doorway.

“Are you done socializing?”

“They all started fixating on how I have a year old baby and no ring, so yeah I think I’m done,” Asmo said, “It’s a shame, they can’t seem to understand why I trust you to not leave me.”

Solomon snorted as he lifted the newly mixed drink to his lips. Asmo seemed to be matching his annoyance. It was concealed just enough, if Solomon hadn’t known Asmo for as long as he had or as intimately as he did, he might have missed it, “It seems to be challenging for some of them to understand us doesn’t it?”

“You mean your new friends don’t understand you?” Asmo teased.

Solomon choked, “God, I don’t know why they flock to me.”

“You’re an intriguing man Darling,” Asmo tilted his chin and pecked his lips, “And the cost is exhausting.”

It wasn't just that. They both knew it. They knew it was Asmo's perceived femininity. The fact that he enjoyed it when Solomon referred to him as “his girl” or “his princess” and that sometimes she preferred she. The fact that his makeup and nails were constantly well maintained. That Asmodeus enjoyed skirts and heels just as much as slacks and flats. It was easier to digest Solomon for them because in their eyes he fit their definition of masculinity more closely even when his nails were occasionally done. It didn't matter what Solomon felt about his own identity, what mattered to them was how they viewed him, and the way they viewed both of them was in strict little boxes.

Asmodeus was masculine and feminine and everything in between and every point in the spectrum. They would never know how safe and comfortable Solomon felt in his arms, or how his lower registers would send shudders up his spine just as his higher ones would inspire a similar yearning desire. No matter what form or what presentation, Asmodeus was Asmodeus his love and his muse.

He who inspired him and filled up the aching void in his chest.

She who held him until the loneliness once again drifted away into nothing.

They were his comfort, his everything, his dearest love.

“So, what do you say? Let’s go home, put Lilith down for a nap and we can cuddle up and watch a movie on the couch? We can even make a lil charcuterie board.”

“You know exactly how to entice me, Dear One.”

“And that’s why I’m yours.”

His.

The word made his heart lurch and ache in the best of ways. How it made him yearn for his partner in the deepest recesses of his very soul.

Oh Solomon could not wait to be home and have those pretty fingers tracing shapes on his skin and his voice whispering such sweet things in his ear. The comfort and familiarity of his lover’s embrace was worth more to him than anything else this would had to offer.

#obey me #solodeus #solomon x asmodeus #asmosolo #soloasmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me solomon #ruewrites #next gen!au #original demon character #original child characters

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cosmosrival · 2 years

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" EUEUEU THAT WOMAN IS GONNA STEAL (insert name) FROM ME !!!!"okay so first of all obey me is an otome game (as far i know) which means that the main mc have reverse harem so yes even if a female character apperd the boys will never fall in love her,why? bc mc is here!! everybody HAVE to love mc !! +

YA at this point i couldnt care less abt ppl who are afraid of the replacement idea, because they're people who haven't read the devs message lol. it's literally right next to the silhouettes and they tell you everything you need to know. calm down and read.

what im more pissed off about is ppl who are blatantly misogynistic and/or homophobic (bc their own perception of MC is female only which is false lol but yknow). cuz thats another can of worms entirely. you jack it to dialuci and asmosolo yet u dont want the rest of us nonhets 2 get a crumb of pussy...? girl do u hear yourself?

#answered #obey me discourse #lemme tag it as such lol #did u forget u can just... ignore the fem coded character.#like u did for every other boy youre not interested in.#thats just pathetic come on.

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solomonish · 3 years

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I like solosatan, asmosolo, and solomc best. But i hadnt thought about lucifer with him yet.

Yeah, from what I've seen those are the big ones. Cat trio really does give me life force tbh....

Honestly I initially considered lucimon myself because 😳 I wanted the LuciferxMCxSolomon dream 😳 and then some anons came by and converted me full time 😊 i have the smartest asks i SWEAR

#asked and answered #dimensiongirl11

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asmoyonce · 3 years

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— HEADCANONS

# brothers

mc crying because they dont want to go back monopoly night at house of lamentation living with royal!mc