I THINK ABOUT THIS ALL THE TIME. The People Need To Be Exposed To Abba. The World Would Be Healed I Swear

i actually love the idea of them being a package deal because it makes so much sense to me, more than many of the other common duos from this game tbh lolol

contents: solomon x gn!reader x asmodeus, nsfw (+18), pretty suggestive but nothing happens, kissing, fluff, pet names (love, darling)

you run your fingers over solomon’s pact marks, tracing the elaborate symbols, and you revel in the way solomon slightly shudders under you as your gentle fingertips run up his bicep, nearing his shoulder.

with you straddling him in his bed, you can easily get a perfect look at his bare chest, and the sight is a marvel in itself.

his entire chest, along with the majority of his arms and legs, are littered with pact marks, and there’s barely any space left. you know his back is as well, though you can’t see it right now. some are bigger than others, some are more clear than others. they all have some kind of symbol special to the demon he’s tied to. usually, the demon picks the placement, often based on where they prefer it to be. the other pact partner doesn’t have much say in this, as it’s highly intimate to the individual demon.

you know this from the way mammon’s mark sits proudly on your collarbone, and is practically impossible to hide with the way it’s always peaking out of your shirts. likewise, beelzebub’s sits on the side of your stomach, and belphegor’s is hidden on your lower back. all of the brothers have chosen a place special to them, which often reflects their sin, whether they’re aware of it or not.

you assume most of solomon’s pact partners didn’t really have a choice. eventually, they just had to put their mark wherever there was space.

“which one is barbatos?” you ask, and solomon’s hand guides you to the spot behind his ear. you grab his chin and solomon lets you move his head to the side. it’s small and elegant, and you barely notice it because of his hair. “it’s pretty,” you mutter, and solomon smiles. you lean down and press a small kiss on it.

“he said he put it there to remind me to use my head,” he says, and you snort. solomon playfully frowns, and you coo at him. “sorry, didn’t mean to laugh. that’s very reasonable of him, though,” you respond. you’re right above him now, and you press a short peck to his lips this time.

you trace your fingertips down to his neck again, and then right over his heart, smiling at the familiar pact mark. it doesn’t surprise you that asmodeus would place his pact mark there, claiming solomon’s heart as his own.

you lean down to kiss the pact mark once, then twice. you feel a small tingle on the inside of your thigh, where your matching mark is, and you glance up at solomon’s reaction. he looks back with lidded eyes and flashes you a small smile. you kiss the pactmark again, wondering if asmo can feel it as well.

slowly, you lick a stripe up it, and solomon moans, causing your stomach to flutter. it seems that he's extra sensitive there, and you make a mental note to use that to your advantage some more. your inner thigh burns pleasantly, and you can feel arousal clouding your thoughts. you grin and move down further, trailing kisses on his stomach along the way.

“you’re so pretty when you’re underneath me,” you murmur, and solomon laughs lightly. you frown at him. “i’m not being funny,” you say, and he shakes his head.

“i know, i’m sorry, love. thank you,” he replies, and you hum, satisfied with his answer.

you settle between solomon’s legs as you reach his boxers, and you play with the hem slightly. you can already see his heavy bulge creating a tent as well as a small patch of precum forming around the tip, and the sight makes you smile.

“sol, you’re already this worked up for me?” you ask, and you rest your head on his thigh, while tracing patterns on his other thigh with your fingers. solomon moves a hand down and runs his fingers through your hair. “of course i am,” he says, bringing you closer to where he really wants you. “how could i not be when i have my pretty apprentice’s hands all over me?”

you’re about to reach into his boxers to free his aching length when a loud series of pings distracts you. you fumble around the sheets for a bit before finding your D.D.D., and a laugh leaves you when you see the messages.

solomon untangles his hand from your hair and props himself up on his elbows while raising a brow at you. “what is it? show me,” he asks, and you show him your phone with a giggle. his eyes run over the messages, and he lets out a groan, although the corners of his lips are turning upward.

from: asmo baby <3 you’re seriously getting it on without me??? you betray me, you have WOUNDED me, darling fuck you i’m coming over don’t do anything till i’m there horny bastards

:)

persona | shadow | ego  ✨

if dark chocolate has a million fans, then i am one of them. if dark chocolate has ten fans, then i am one of them. if dark chocolate has only one fan then that is me. if dark chocolate has no fans, then that means i am no longer on earth. if the world is against dark chocolate, then i am against the world.

please tell me your thoughts bc i really want to know

so, we all know how the first person to get a quirk in the BNHA universe pretty much just lights up their body. when i looked them up, the gender was unconfirmed. so what i’m hearing is, it is hypothetically possible for the first person with a quirk to have a dick that can light up like a lightsaber? because i’m pretty sure that's it. does it make a sound? like the- fwoom

has someone already talked abut this??? please gimme any links i just wanna know

asmo looks so soft in comparison to the others i like it 🥰

also why is the old man shredded. how are you shredded solomon. you’re ancient. where are your pact marks. so many questions…

PLEASE THIS ENTIRE SERIES WAS SO FUNNY. THE FIRST TWEET? ICONIC

anyways i loved this and i would totally follow this account as well 💫

No plot, just shitposts... Y/N runs a secret service for the fans of Shiratorizawa’s Men’s Volleyball club through her account named miraclebby on twt; the fans wire her money and with her camera, she takes photos of the boys for them. Tendou Satori is highly suspicious of the account, though

masterlist

intro || he’s like a demon... but in a cute way

one || ok so he followed me back holy shit

two || look who’s stalking

three || do not taint my inbox with your words of sin

four || 11/10 would date

five || it is what it is

six || you had me in the first half ngl

seven || shirabu’s on our side

eight || proving y/n is miraclebby

nine || bitches going to fail finals

ten || bye

status : completed

THE WAY I KEPT SAYING ALL THE SADISTIC SHIT SO HE WOULD REACT

mf goes “i find it rather titillating” LMFAOO

part 2 of the event said you WILL discuss Levi’s kink huh

bark bark woof woof woof

Day 3?? of drawing barbatos until he admits his undying love for me in the main story

okay, can i just say…wow????? like, actually holy mother of everything i would want in a love story??? not to mention the fact that namjoon is my ultimate bias, but the way that this was so beautifully written really made my heart explode. i could NOT STOP SMILING the ENTIRETY of the story, and i think it will be my favorite for a very long time. i have seen @fresh-outta-jams’s work popping up on my dash for a while now, and i finally took the time to really go through & read their amazing work. i really fell myself falling in love in this and it’s not even real? thank you, so, so much for this masterpiece 🥺🥰💞

Signed, Sealed, Delivered - Part 1

Namjoon x Reader Author: Mo Summary: You’re in college when your soulmate tattoo finally shows up: an address. Sending a letter couldn’t hurt, right? Warnings: A couple of swears. Soulmate fluff. Word Count: 2.7k

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13,  Epilogue

You stared at the letters in disbelief. They weren’t there last time you rolled up your sleeves. Obviously, they hadn’t been. But they were there now, and they were real and dark and when you rubbed them, they didn’t budge, inked into your skin like a tattoo.

Eyebrows furrowing in confusion, you licked your hand and rubbed at them again, expecting the ink to smear, and yet it didn’t, and you knew deep down that it wouldn’t. Somewhere along the way in your twenty-one years, you’d convinced yourself that you would never get a sign of your soulmate, and so far you hadn’t, but staring at the words, no, an address written in your skin, you knew it couldn’t be anything but that.

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