Obey Me! The Nightshade Kiss (Simeon)
-Originally Posted to Tumblr, Aug 8 2021-
a/n: I’ve been writing smut for myself for years, but this is my first public posting! Please let me know if you like it and want to see more, I have quite a backlog 😇😈.
I was inspired to post by many wonderful tumblrs but most especially @asmos-pet and @theinariakuma.
warnings: dubious consent under the influence
pairing: F!MC x Simeon
category: fluff/smut 💓
description: f!reader and Simeon have an encounter after ingesting Solomon’s ancient alcohol.
OBEY ME!
The Nightshade Kiss
“Come MC, walk with me”, he says as he takes your hand in his. He glances your way with a reassuring half-smile, his blue eyes glowing in the shadows, and pulls you outside toward the garden.
Your heart lurching at the feel of his warm skin and from being so close, you swallow the lump in your throat and walk, while stealing looks at him out of the corner of your eye. Illuminated in the sunlight his silvery brown hair glows like fire, and the straight proud line of his nose steals your breath away. He’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, masculine perfection in the flesh.
As you near the pond outside Purgatory Hall, he catches you in an open-mouthed stare. Cheeks darkening and with an internal curse, you look away quickly and pretend to admire a nearby flower. Surprised, eyes widening for a split second then melting quickly into amused pleasure, he smiles warmly at you and pulls you to a stop.
“MC, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you. Do you have a few minutes now between classes?” His radiant eyes look into yours with an usually intense expression and you realize with a start he hasn’t yet dropped your hand. Clearing your throat, you reluctantly pull it away and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Yeah, I do.” Silently you berate yourself for not taking more time this morning to get ready. As usual, Simeon was the definition of put-together, all crisp white lines, clean and fresh, sophisticated, yet understated in his Majolish celestial realm line outfit. In contrast, you were wearing last night’s makeup and hair thrown into a messy pony, and a tee gifted from Asmo with a new coffee stain from this morning’s hurry to get out the door before losing said coffee to Beel. “What’s up?”
“I’ve been thinking about the other night…in my room.” Big blue eyes study you as they loom overhead. Standing in his shadow, you realize how tall he actually is. Caught in a moment of weakness you swallowed hard and stuttered out “Ah, I…ah. What do you mean?” when in truth, you knew exactly what he meant.
You had been casually pining over Simeon since you had met at the start of your stay in the Devildom. He was good, tall, strong, and beautiful, almost earning crush status by default. What’s more, you’d become close friends and he was someone you trusted.
Recently, however, it was safe to say you’d become infatuated. Unbidden, but not unwelcome fantasies involving the two of you laughing, hugging, kissing, and more had been running on a continuous loop through your mind during class, and even when you were hanging out with your favorite demon brothers.
Mammon was the first to call out your dreaminess with annoyance after you failed to gush over his winnings from Friday night poker with the warlocks at Catechism Apartments. “Oi! MC! Ya bump your head or somethin’?” he had grumbled with a frown. Belphie was next, repeatedly trying and failing to catch your eye during your shared A History of the Devildom class. Normally, (when Belphie wasn’t dozing) you two spent the painfully boring hour flashing hand messages at each other, having concocted your own language out of sheer desperation for distraction. This time, you had spent the class gazing into a spot on your desk, idly twirling hair about one finger completely oblivious to the frustrated demon’s signals, Unsurprisingly, Lucifer had noticed your daydreams immediately and while he was far too busy to punish you for it every time, his curiosity had been growing, along with a rapidly ballooning irritation whenever you had to ask him to repeat himself.
Simeon was silent for a moment before replying. “I think you know. ” He said quietly. “And it’s something we should talk about.”
Three nights ago you had been visiting Purgatory Hall on an invite from Solomon, to celebrate the conclusion of the week’s exams. You’d grown close to the mysterious sorcerer since arriving in the Devildom, relying on him emotionally to provide a sense of human normality in this fantastical place. Tired, yet excited to spend some social time with the boys, you had spent the early part of the night playing puzzles with Luke. After valiantly trying to fight his sleepiness, the little angel had dropped off and Simeon had carried him, head lolling against his chest, to bed. The remaining three of you had decided to share some of Solomon’s rare 2000 year-old nightshade spirits, which he generously offered and assured that unlike Demonus, could be enjoyed by human, demon, or angel alike.
You should have known from the start any gift from Solomon wouldn’t be so straightforward. While you had come to trust him, you had intuited early on the highly intelligent sorcerer was a man of deep secrets; every interaction having a twist and an extra subtext attached. The nightshade spirit was no different. Undulating rainbow-colored vapors meandered skyward from your glass and as you sipped it, you were slowly absorbed into a pulsating cloud of euphoria. You felt an overwhelming desire to deeply connect, to share things you normally would keep hidden. Thick-headed, heavy-lidded, and body tingling, you swiveled your head left and right at your companions. Apparently, while the spirits could be experienced by everyone, they didn’t affect all beings in the same way. While Solomon was intently regarding you over the rim of his glass, Simeon was apparently feeling effects similar to a very strong alcohol, smiling and giggling and obviously enjoying himself. After a few minutes, without warning, he had lept to his feet and pulled you to yours, cutting you off mid-story. “Let’s dance!” he had jubilantly exclaimed. Half carrying, half dragging you, you both moved to the center of the room, where Simeon knocked over a large potted plant twirling you about to music only he could hear.
After some time had passed, with Simeon now singing silly songs and showing no sign of slowing down, Solomon sensed his opportunity to connect with you under the effects of the nightshade had passed, and with a disappointed look on his face, bade you both good night and headed to his room.
Still breathless with laughter and flopping like a ragdoll in Simeon’s arms, you heard Solomon’s lock click in the background. Feeling guilty about skipping quality time together with your friend, you vowed to make it up to him later.
Having more fun than you had had in months, gasping and laughing, you let yourself continue to be danced by Simeon, who was showing remarkable endurance, not yet having broken a sweat. Finally, hours later, perhaps because he had run out of songs, he threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and, ignoring your squeal of surprise, twirled three more times and stumbled down the hallway towards his room.
Once inside, he lowered you to the ground and grinned into your face, silvery hair tousled and falling into his eyes. He looked simply adorable. You doubt he had fully realized he had brought you into his room, always before having asked for consent every step of the way. Breathlessly, you smiled up into his remarkable eyes, and now with things quieter, realized you were still feeling the effects of the nightshade, craving connection, craving to reveal your hidden thoughts. Something fell into place inside you and you realized what you craved to share at that moment, right or wrong, was your deep attraction to your friend.
Unable to stop yourself, you swiftly crossed the distance between the two of you and jumped into his arms. Throwing your arms around his neck, you shamelessly covered his mouth with a passionately heated kiss, pulling yourself up higher with your arms in order to kiss him more deeply. His arms automatically caught and enveloped you out of instinct, but once your lips touched his, he almost dropped you in shock.
Quickly recovering, he firmed his grip on your body and instead of pushing you away as you expected, pulled you in even more tightly, matching your intensity.
Hungrily, you explored each others’ mouths. As your lips and tongues danced, you wound your legs around his waist and he wrapped one arm around yours, the other traveled flat-palmed up your curves into your hair, where he gripped and pulled it in rhythm with his kiss.
Everywhere you expected him to pull away, he surprised you by moving closer. This was the next natural step in your friendship and it felt so right. You wanted more, you wanted all of him.
When he had finally set you on the floor, you had grabbed his hand. He had let you pull him to the bed then, where you pushed him down and climbed on top, straddling his body, crossing your arms as you reached down and pulled your shirt over your head. Making low noises in his throat, Simeon responded equally passionately and rolled you over, crushing you into the covers with his kiss.
You were the first to wake the next morning, happy and amazingly refreshed, for not getting much sleep. Smiling, you felt your bruised lips with the tips of your fingers and took some time to marvel at how special the night before had been. Parting from your sleeping angel with a soft kiss to his cheek, you got dressed and headed back to the House of Lamentation.
All of the brothers were overwhelmingly curious as to where you’d been (except for Mammon, who had followed you), and in the end, you’d been forced to reveal that you’d stayed over at Purgatory Hall, earning several jealous growls and mutters.
As the day wore on, doubt started to creep in around the happy memories, and you wondered if you’d overstepped a boundary with Simeon, or taken advantage of him while you were both under the nightshade influence. Since you had fallen asleep afterwards and not gotten a chance to talk, guilt grew in your heart and confused you, resulting in you avoiding him, yet feeling completely infatuated with the thought of you together. Now three days later…
“MC… Are you avoiding me?” You came back to yourself then and said “Simeon. I…No, I haven’t been avoiding you. And yes. Simeon, I’ve been worried that I took advantage of you at Purgatory Hall last week. And I didn’t know how to handle that feeling. I didn’t want to force you into doing something you didn’t want to do, or ruin our friendship”.
He looked down at you seriously for several long moments and was silent. Your heart yammered in your chest as you achingly considered a future where you and Simeon didn’t talk, weren’t friends. It seemed intolerable. Then the gray clouds of his face were parted by a dazzling smile. You felt your body go weak at the knees in response. Suddenly, he grabbed you under your arms and lifted you high into the air. Gasping with shock and delight, you slid down against his chest until you were eye to eye.
Softly pressing a kiss to your mouth, he spoke against your lips and put all your fears to bed.
Whatever the future did hold, it wouldn’t be without Simeon.
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