solomon appreciation blog

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The atmosphere in your now-shared bedchamber was thick as Diavolo pinned you to the bed, tie loose and shirt fully unbuttoned. You had left your wedding reception not an hour earlier, giggling like children in the backseat as Barbatos drove you back to the castle. Now, every trace of laughter was gone as your new husband pressed his face into the crook of your shoulder.

His thick cock bullied in and out of you as he held your hips up, legs over his shoulders so he could hit that perfect spot inside you. As badly as he had wanted to bend you over in the time you were dating, he strictly held to the standard he was expected to upkeep, waiting until there was a ring on your finger to undress you. Not that he hadn't teased plenty in the time leading up to now, but it was the first time he got to really feel you.

He paused to wrap your legs around his waist, pressing into you as far as he possibly could. Your back arched as you cried out softly at the feeling.

He raised his head to lock eyes with you, a mix of desperation and dominance in his gaze, "Can I scent you, love? Please?" His hips knocked into yours gently.

You grinned, nudging his nose with yours, "I'll be quite upset if you don't."

He didn't need any more permission, picking up his brutal pace once again as his hands ran their course over your frame. They settled on your hips, fingers pressing into you as he nuzzled his face into yours. His mouth followed their path, placing small kisses and bites along your torso. The combination of affection and the harsh thrusts had you on the edge, your nails digging bright red lines into his back.

"Cum for me, my love," Diavolo growled into your ear, lips quickly pressing into your neck. Your body reacted immediately to his voice, clenching around him as you rode out your high.

He followed soon after, folding you into a mating press to release inside you as deep as he could. He pulled out of you slowly, propping your hips up with a pillow underneath you. Lying down next to you, the comfortable silence that followed was only broken with your deep breaths, and eventually Diavolo's voice,

"So... round two?"

barbatos

- he wouldn't scent you until you're officially a couple. he has a level of professionalism to upkeep, and that includes not giving into temptation

- he does hand-make you many outfits, though - each one infused with his scent as he sews. you can't pick up on it, but every demon you come across knows exactly who made you those clothes. his scent is simply a product of hand-sewing, definitely not on purpose (nobody knows he purposefully takes his gloves off)

- after you two get together, he's so subtle with it you aren't convinced he's actually scenting you for a while. he chooses to scent you in ways that can be passed off as casual, like holding your hand, or doing your hair in the morning without gloves on

- he won't scent obviously you in public, choosing subtlety in these moments, too. he'll keep an arm out for you, or hold a hand out to help you down the stairs

- he tries not to do it in front of Diavolo, seeing as the demon will always notice. he can get away with it in front of anyone else, but unfortunately, his boss will never not at least throw a smirk his way

- once you've been together for longer, he gets bolder in private. eventually, he'll come up behind you in the mornings, and nuzzle his head into your shoulder, hands on your waist as he tells you how pretty you are, even though you just woke up

- he doesn't like scenting you that much during intimacy, choosing instead to curl you against him afterwards as he runs his hands over your back

~~

You felt confident today. It was a rare day off from RAD and any household responsibilities, and you took advantage of the free time to visit your butler. He had greeted you with a kiss and soft smile, telling you he had a surprise for you.

The surprise in question was a full new outfit, hand-sewn by Barbatos himself. He’d taken your favorite colors, styles, and textures into consideration, creating an outfit you couldn’t help but adore. You had proudly put it on, deciding to wear it while you spent time assisting Barbatos with his duties. (He insisted you never had to help. You do anyways because the reward is always kisses)

By late afternoon, Barbatos was called away to handle an urgent matter in the castle's kitchen, leaving you with a gentle kiss on your forehead and instructions to “behave.” You decided instead to head to Diavolo’s study alone. The prince had mentioned to you that he needed a second opinion on some upcoming festival plans, and you figured it was the perfect excuse to show off your new clothes.

The heavy oak door creaked open under your knock. Diavolo looked up from his desk, golden eyes brightening instantly, "Ah, there you are! I was hoping-oh?” He tilted his head, nostrils flaring slightly as you approached. A slow, mischievous grin spread across his face.

“You smell like Barbatos,” he teased, voice warm with amusement, “Not just a hint, either. It’s all over you - like he’s wrapped you in his scent on purpose.” Diavolo rose from his chair, circling you once with exaggerated interest, leaning in close enough that his breath brushed your ear, "New outfit? Hand-stitched, I’d wager. Only he pays such meticulous attention to every little detail that pleases you.”

Your cheeks warmed as you smiled brightly, "He made it for me this morning.”

Diavolo laughed, the sound loud and friendly, “Of coursw he did. My butler spoils you more than he spoils me some days. I’m almost jealous of how much care he puts into these things.” He reached out and lightly adjusted your collar with brotherly fondness, “It looks excellent on you. Tell him I said so - and that he’s set a high bar for gifts. Next time he makes something, I might have to commission one for myself just to keep up.”

You laughed and swatted his arm. Diavolo’s delighted laughter once again filled the room as he pulled out the festival notes. Even without Barbatos present, his quiet care still lingered sweetly around you.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

simeon

- angels scent glands aren't as strong as those of demons, but their scent can still be picked up on by both celestial beings

- i think it would be considered taboo to angels to scent a human, so he wouldn't do it until you're officially together

- you learn from Luke's big mouth that angels can scent people, and ask Simeon why he's never tried to do it do you. does he not like you enough?

- he explains that angels don't scent others as.. flippantly as demons do. there's more rules around it, more things that could go wrong if he did

- eventually though, as his loyalty to the Celestial Realm starts to fade, you notice him purposefully rubbing his hip against yours when you cuddle

- he doesn't bring it up - so you don't either - when he pushes his head into your neck at a certain angle, or makes sure your fingers are interlaced when you hold hands

- once he turns human, he's content with sharing a perfume or cologne with you. he's confident in your relationship at this point and doesn't feel the need to be possessive in that way, but he'll proudly wear whatever scent you ask of him

- he's more enticed by physical proof of possession, like matching jewelry. if you're lucky, you might be able to get him to agree to a small tattoo

~~

Something was bothering Simeon - that much was obvious. He had been uncharacteristically moody at RAD, hardly speaking to anyone besides you. When he did talk to you it was strained, like he was holding something back.

Now, sitting next to him in your room as you watched a movie, he was still stiff. Still distracted, clearly thinking something over. He'd spent the entire movie almost refusing to look at you, mouth moving like he was whispering something to himself.

If you didn't know any better, you'd think he was gonna break up with you.

What he did instead was; slowly, as if afraid he was going to scare you off, he grabbed your hand in his. Not the way he usually did - his go-to was never intertwining your fingers, the way they currently were. You knew he couldn't control his scenting, and he was afraid the consequences that could come along with it.

But in this moment, he seemingly didn't care. Weaving his fingers between yours, you knew his scent was rubbing off on you. Simeon squeezed lightly, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand - another risky move. He didn't turn to face you, eyes trained on the movie, but you could see the tips of his ears heating just a little.

solomon

- it's solomon so obviously he uses magic to bring out the natural pheremones in the two of you. this way, you can scent each other!

- he can and will alter the scents the two of you give off if you want (he can turn you into a yankee candle if you really want), but he prefers to ramp up your natural smell pervert

- honestly prefers you scenting him. he likes to see the demons at RAD get pissed when he simply walks by

- he'll create a potion that gives you both the same scenting capabilities that demons have, and then immediately start complaining that you aren't affectionate enough

- sits you in his lap while he writes up new spell ideas, and won't let you leave until he's satisfied your scent has rubbed off on him enough (plot twist: he's never truly satisfied, sometimes he just has to pee)

- if you get too close to another demon or try to scent one of the brothers in front of him, he immediately casts a negation spell to get rid of your stronger scent. he's petty like that

- and if you come home smelling like anyone else but you or him? now you're getting pinned to the bed and he's scenting you

~~

The glass vial glowed soft gold as Solomon swirled the liquid one last time, "Bottoms up, darling.”

He had called you to Purgatory Hall roughly an hour ago, for what he called, "a simple experiment." You'd ended up being forced to help him harvest the nectar from about 100 golden, sweet-smelling flowers, with him insisting the entire time it would be worth it.

You looked at him, one eyebrow raised, and drank. The potion tasted like starlight and honey, sliding down your throat with a warm shimmer. Almost immediately, your nose sharpened - every scent in the room sharpened into vivid color. And Solomon… he smelled like ancient parchment, ozone, and something dangerously sweet, like night-blooming jasmine and mischief.

He immediately pounced on you, pulling you into a hug to nuzzle his face to yours, "Ha! Now everyone at RAD will know who you really belong to."

He pulled back, mischievous grin on his face, "Your turn."

You reached your hand up, and he leaned down with an expectant expression. You hesitated, and then...

Tapped his nose. Complete with a little, 'boop!'

He gasped, straightening up with an offended hand on his chest. "Not enough,” he declared, tugging you flush against him again with surprising strength.

His nose pressed to your throat, voice muffled and petulant, “Fix it. Scent me properly or I’ll brew a stronger batch and you’ll never leave this room again.”