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9 Days of Solomon: Day 5 - Pact

I wrote the beginning of this a long time ago and then got distracted. I kept meaning to go back to it and this prompt gave me the perfect reason to. I am obsessed with this man's pact marks and that's really all you need to know lol.

Solomon x GN!MC (this is an established relationship scenario)

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: Solomon's wrists are restrained, oral (Solomon receiving), lil bit of biting, I think that's it I dunno you could say he's a bit subby here too I think lol

You had just come home from the House of Lamentation, ready to finally relax for a bit. You looked around for Solomon, but didn't see him right away. You went to his room and found the door was slightly open. You peeked your head in, but still saw no sign of him. You opened the door wider and went inside.

And that was when Solomon came out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

You gasped. You didn't mean to and your hands flew to cover your mouth immediately, but it was too late.

Solomon turned to you and all you could look at were the pact marks that covered his bare chest and arms.

You had seen them before, of course. But you didn't often see them so clearly. Solomon always wore clothes that covered almost every inch of his skin. And when you had been in moments of passion that required clothing removal, you hadn't really been paying too close attention, too busy fumbling in the dark.

Solomon watched you carefully. "Hey, MC. I didn't know you were home already."

You forced your eyes up to his face. "I… just got back," you said awkwardly.

Solomon ran a hand through his still damp hair. "If you give me a minute to get dressed, I'll make us dinner."

Several emotions ran through you at this statement, but the main sentiment was don't you dare. You didn't want him in the kitchen or making dinner, but you also didn't want him to get dressed.

At that moment, the light of his room was bright, illuminating the contrast between his black pact marks and pale skin. The way they covered him so thoroughly was something you hadn't quite realized before now. The last thing you wanted was for him to cover them up again.

"Absolutely not," you said.

Solomon looked surprised. "Oh?"

You took several steps toward him and rested your fingertips on one of the pact marks on his chest, leaning in close. "You don't even realize, do you?"

Solomon shivered beneath your touch. "MC…"

You noted the blush that had crossed his cheeks and the tips of his ears. You put your other hand on one of the marks on his arm. "You're stunning."

Solomon laughed. "Me?" He sounded incredulous.

You pressed your lips to one of the marks on his chest. You heard him suck in a breath. You pushed on him gently until he was pressed up against the wall as your lips and tongue moved to another pact mark. You nipped at this one and received another gasp from him in response.

"M-MC…" his voice was already almost a whimper.

As you kept your lips on the pact mark, you let your fingers slide down and run just beneath the edge of the towel that was still tucked around his waist.

To your annoyance, he caught the wrist of your wandering hand. "Ah, now that's not fair, is it?"

You leaned back a little to smirk at him. "Don't make me tie you up," you said jokingly.

Solomon's eyes widened and his face flushed, the heat clearly creeping down his neck. He frowned a little at his own reaction.

You laughed. "I see how it is."

You didn't give him a chance to protest, instead reciting the words to a spell you happened to have learned recently.

Solomon let go of you as his own wrists were pulled together, bound by a thread of magic. His flush deepened. "Did Asmodeus teach you this?"

Your fingers went back to the towel. A glance downward revealed how hard his cock was already. You pulled on the fabric, letting it fall to his feet.

Your fingers brushed against him, trailing along his erection, across his hips, over the pact marks there.

"I think I'd like to explore every single one of these," you said, your hand splayed across a pact mark on his stomach, just behind where his bound wrists rested.

For once, Solomon didn't protest or make any kind of sound at all. Instead he simply watched you, his eyes hooded, as though he was no longer thinking clearly. As though he was dizzy from wanting you so badly.

You pulled him over to the bed and made him kneel on it. He did as you asked obediently and you noted how he was like putty in your hands.

Slowly and carefully, you set about putting your lips (and tongue and teeth) on all seventy-two of Solomon's pact marks.

You couldn't help but chuckle when you got to Asmo's. "You were right. He did teach me that wrist binding spell," you said just before sucking on the center of it, leaving a dark red mark there.

Solomon sighed and managed to actually look concerned, even with the heat all over his face and his cock still straining. "I'll have to talk to him about teaching questionable spells to my adorable apprentice."

You moved on to the next mark, nipping at it momentarily before saying, "Talk to him about how grateful you are, right?"

You deliberately stroked his cock with your hand, making his whole body twitch.

"Ah, MC!" Solomon bit his lip.

You shook your head, but just moved on again to the next mark.

By the time you were finished, you had an overwhelmed sorcerer begging you for release.

You cupped his cheek, which was hot and slick with sweat, pressing your lips to his. "You've been so good for me."

Solomon moaned against you, squirming just a little. You kissed down his throat, his chest, his stomach, lingering on the marks as you went, maneuvering around his still bound wrists.

When you finally took his cock in your mouth, Solomon moaned out your name. You began soft and gentle, teasing the tip with your tongue. The needy sounds Solomon made were so desperate, you decided to have mercy on him. He had waited long enough. You sucked and it wasn't long until his cum was sliding down your throat.

As Solomon gasped in air from the long awaited orgasm, you stood up, wiping your mouth a little, and snapping your fingers to remove the magical thread around his wrists.

You started to move away, but as soon as his hands were free, Solomon was pulling you toward where he still knelt on the bed.

"Oh no," he said, already tugging off your shirt. "It's your turn, MC."

"What?" you demanded.

"You have pact marks, too," he said.

"Only seven!" you protested.

Solomon's arms were around you, keeping you against the bed. He rested his chin on your now bare stomach and looked up into your eyes. "Then I'll just have to add the other sixty-five marks myself, won't I?"

You were amazed at how quickly the tables had turned. Now you were the one blushing deeply. You could tell it was going to be a long night and yet you found you didn't mind at all.

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when time collides — Solomon x reader

⊹ word count: 0.4k ⊹ content: sfw, angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship between Solomon and reader, reader/MC is referred to as you/your. ⊹ warnings: mention of death (Solomon's parents and family), crying. ⊹ a/n: My baby just needs a hug omfg. An imagine of the story behind my favourite Solomon card animation (< click for the gif).

For Solomon, carnations are a painful reminder of the passage of time—everything he found, everything he learned, everything he created. But perhaps, most significantly, they remind him of everything he lost.

They grew in unhindered fields in the springs and summers. Like strokes of a shaky brush, petals painted over the hills, forests, and plains. Smatterings of crimson and blush and ivory created a natural masterpiece, whispering the stories of the people who called this land their home.

They still do, evidently. It’s been millennia since he returned here, yet the wind carries petal songs the same way they had when he was young. But now he gets to watch them twirl around you—the song snagging on your hair—and he doesn’t ever remember the petals being this beautiful.

Though, once they came close.

It was just after his father passed, sometime in early spring. The carnations had started to unfurl, still crinkly like the pages of a loved and withered book. He walked with his mother in a field somewhere far from their home, hand in hand through the blooms. And just like now, the petals danced around her, tickled their conjoined hands, and whispered their melodies to the breeze. Solomon was now king, but at a cost he never wanted to pay.

“I’m here,” his mother said, the petals winding through her hair and across her cheeks. “Let the wind carry your sadness for you.”

And Solomon cried in the safety of her arms, letting himself be at peace with his father’s passing.

He never had the chance to grieve his mother.

So now he stands at her grave, placing white carnations on the ancient stone that marks her place in the earth—and for the first time in a long time, the tears well in his eyes. He’s not sure he even remembers what it feels like to cry.

“Sol,” you call, your hand coming to rest on his shoulder. “I’m here.”

Just like he did all those years ago, he cries, turning to allow you to wrap him in the safety of your arms. The songs of the land—of his mother, his father, the family he’s almost forgotten—sing in the breeze as you sink with him to the ground, your hold never wavering. He hears your song—the story of teacher and apprentice, of lovers eternal—join in the breeze.

Carnations remind him of the pieces of his humanity he’s lost to the time that’s warped him.

But it’s you that reminds him to live.

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a/n: I have no idea how to write for solomon OR anything angst but I wanted to write for him🧍

pairing: solomon x gn!reader

summary: solomon wants to be with you romantically but he's not sure if he's ready.

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Everyone knows the obvious cons of being immortal. You have to watch all your friends, all your loved ones grow old and die off one by one.

Solomon knew that, he was aware of what was going to happen once he became immortal. He went through all the pain and agony watching all his family slowly die, all of his closest friends he made in the human realm.

It took a massive toll on him, making friends, meeting their family, watching them die one by one. He had to comfort the crying friend or friends relatives while he was either equally upset or trying to hold it together. It drove him insane at one point, he's going to end up being alone with no one he's familiar with to give him closure.

When he got chosen for the exchange program and met angels and demons who were also immortal, he felt a sense of ease. He can make friends without the worry of knowing that he'll have to see them in their coffin several years later.

Not long after, the next human exchange student came down, everyone was talking about them, it was hard to not know about their existence. He saw a couple of lesser demons whispering about how they were going to try and eat the new exchange student before Beel could, so of course he was going to step in.

"Hey, you there." He gave you back your D.D.D. while introducing himself, teasing you about the anxious look you had on your face. The conversation went back and forth for a little bit before he left to go to his classroom.

Was he going to let himself associated with you? Was he going to get attached to you? You're just a mere human, you're going to be dead before he knows it. He must be immune to seeing the people he cares about die off, surely he's built an immunity to it and won't spiral when he's the one standing near your grave.

He was going to get attached, he's going to want to associate you after seeing you get along and be friendly with everyone, he's going to want your time and attention soon. He just knows it.

Every interaction he had with you, every time it was just the two of you hanging out without the brother stealing you away, every time you two would share a hug on a bad day or an ecstatic high five that stung your hands after a successful experiment, he can feel the growing attachment.

The feeling of his heart picking up the pace when you run up to him, how sweaty his hands get when hanging out with you now, how warm he gets when he's a close proximity with you, how his face heats up when you're touching him or when you bite back with a flirty remark with his playful flirting.

He was falling for you and he didn't want to. You were supposed to just be a friend, another human he could chat to if he ever felt home sick, his apprentice because you kind of suck at magic and potion making in class. You were supposed to be nothing more than just another human friend to him.

He's grown close to you. A familiar someone that can give him comfort when an experiment he's been working on for the longest time fails. A familiar someone who gave him the closure he oh-so craved for. Someone he felt the urge to protect from all the harm in the world, even though he knows they're strong enough to do it on their own. You're the someone he wants to be around all the time. Discover new things with you and about you.

What are your darkest secrets? Do you secretly despise one of the brothers but you don't have the heart to be mean and neglectful towards? What kind of things have you even through that changed you, was it for the better or the worse? Do you have a picture of Lucifer sleeping?

He wants the brothers to grow jealous of him. He wants your attention on him when the two of you are hanging out, not on your phone replying back to a clingy Mammon and Levi and a nagging Lucifer. He wants your touches. He wants you to be by his side making fun of each other over the dumbest things. He wanted you.

Argh, he wanted you. He wanted to hold you. He wanted to call you a gross sappy pet name in front of the brothers and rile them up because of it. He wanted to see Luke approving of the relationship, as if he actually needed Luke's permission to date you.

He didn't want this. None of it. Absolutely none of it. You were supposed to just be a classmate, someone he talked to every so often because of the exchange program, you were supposed to just acquaintances. Just some other measly human.

Nights of trying to distract himself from you and it fails. He tried to avoid you, he tried to ignore you, neglect you, act as if you didn't exist. But he just can't push you away when he can feel you glancing at him from across the room. The late night messages asking him if you did something to make him angry or why he was avoiding you. He can't handle that.

He can't handle the fact that he's the reason to why you're sad the next day. He can't handle the avatar of lust coming up to him and asking if the two of you had a fight. Of course he would just tell you he's been busy and didn't mean to come off that way. It was a lie but you forgave him and it always went back to the way things were.

Seeing you so low on energy, just because of him? He doesn't want to be the reason you're upset but he's going to be.

That's something he can't avoid, even if he tried.

He was supposed to be paying attention to the class but he couldn't. The best he could do is at least look busy. Looking down at his notes, moving his pen trying to pretend he was copying the stuff written on the board. He felt his phone vibrate.

He opened it up to see a message from you. Oh how a dumb smile slipped on to his face seeing that it was you messaging him. But it immediately dropped after he read the text.

mc: hey! meet me near the back of the school after last period?

solomon: ew why

solomon: are you going to confess your undying love to me

mc: gross I take it back, don't bother coming after school

solomon: OK OK, I'll come 🙄

He knew where this was going, he definitely knows where this was going. He's been in enough situations similar to this to not know. Was he going to give it a chance? A chance of a relationship? Or was he going to ruin everything the two of you had by saying no in the most cruel way possible due to his emotions.

As if he couldn't focus in class to begin with, he definitely couldn't focus on anything else now.

The last class for the day ended. All the demons rushing out of the classroom, crowding the corridors. Solomon stalled. He took his sweet time grabbing all of his stuff, waiting for everyone to get out the classroom and waiting for the crowd to die down before heading out. He didn't want to risk bumping into you.

He made his way towards the back of the school. He had most of the day to think about both situations, what he was going to say, your reaction. Was he mentally prepared for this? He's not but he's going to say that he is.

"Solomon! Took your sweet time getting here!" Played along, rolling his eyes.

"The teacher held me back. Why did you ask me to come here?" He can't do it, he doesn't want to. He felt his heart racing but it hurt. Unpleasant.

"I... Didn't think this far ahead, it was kind of impulsive but I like you, Solomon. Do you want to give things a go between us?" Stop it. How was he supposed to reject you when you're standing there looking so... So... He can't think of the word but he was so entranced with you.

"I can't-- I can't do that." He spoke softly, feeling the uncomfortable stinging in his chest grow stronger as he watched your face change from a giddy nervous high school girl smile to pure sorrow.

"May I ask why?" Your voice cracked. Your eyes were glassy, one blink away from tears running down your cheek. It was making it hard for him to keep it all together.

"Because what if we get into a relationship and who knows, it lasts a while and it becomes more? I'm going to be the one standing over your grave in decades time." This wasn't like him, he was supposed to stay calm and witty, go with the flow type of guy. But here he was, letting out his emotions like he used to at his first best friends funeral. Was spiralling? He can't be. It was shameful, having you see him in a state like this. You grabbed his hand to snap him out of it.

"That's so far into the future. You shouldn't be worrying about that right now." That's what he's been trying to tell himself. He hasn't told anyone, maybe that's why he's reacting the way he is. Maybe he should be talk this one out with you. "Right now, in this very moment, Solomon. Do you want to give us a go? If it doesn't work out, it doesn't but if it does, it does."

"Yes." He said almost instantly, even cutting you off a bit. He tried to take in deep breaths, trying to ignore how shaky they were. He looked up at you, face full of different emotions and a forced smile. "Yes, I want to go out with you, give us a go." He slid his hand out of yours and opened his out slightly. "Can I?"

"Of course you can." You wrapped your arms around his body, holding him tightly as he does the same.

Solomon, of all people, should know that he shouldn't be stressing about the future and focus on the present. But small reminders are needed at times and that's okay.

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I never know how to end these 👎 I hope you enjoyed!