#Arch-Seraph

[commanderfloppy]

What? Me drawing a trending thing WHILE it is trending and not 2 months later???

When you're in the Whispers and have to snoop around in the places of higher ups, getting arrested is par for the course.

Tybalt is not looking forward to having to get bailed out by the Preceptors, Tori is used to this.

[fushiguho]

can’t rid the horrible thought of sitting on nanami’s lap, your backside pressed to his bare chest while that pretty, aching pussy just drools down the entire length of his cock. one big hand keeps your trembling thighs pried while the other is everywhere else—tracing delicious shapes onto your clit, greedily trailing up your writhing body, groping your bouncing tits, pinching your hardening nipples, choking you.

studiedly, he’s following the depraved arch of your back as you gasp out his beautiful name like it’s the only prayer you’ve ever known, gone with brimming pleasure and overstimulation. god, how he can hardly help the sinful drag of his palms as he feels you all the way up; nothing but thorough, ensuring not a seraphic inch of your body is left untouched.

“yeaaah, arch that back for me, pretty girl.” his lips settle just below your ear, kissing over the warm, thudding pulse that beats like a drum. “you like my hands all over you, huh?”

you’re delirious as you nod to him, sinking further into his embrace while he fucks you onto his big, fat cock no differently than a measly little toy. a breathless laugh escapes him when your head woozily lolls back, resting within the muscular divot of his shoulder. a warm hand is pulling at your face, deft fingers brushing your cheeks as he brings you close, kissing you deep.

the prettiest whine leaves your lips and he swallows it, along with every other moan and wince and gasp and cry. and it’s just so fucking sloppy—teeth clashing, tongues lapping, breaths heaving. nanami lets off a thick groan, his big fingers hot and steady, rubbing at your poor, twitching clit with intention.

“more,” it’s greedy, mumbled into your honeyed mouth while his lips remain pressed to yours. he’s spreading you wider, hooking an indulgent hand beneath the crook of one your wobbly knees, forcing you to slump further against his searing body. “give me more, sweetheart… wanna feel that cumming pussy, yeah?”

“n— nanami,”

“i know,” he coos, shutting you up with a dizzying kiss. “i know how close you are… can feel you tightening up like you want it.” the soft pads of his fingers are slapping against your aching clit thrice, encouraging your looming orgasm. “cum for me,” a warm, openmouthed kiss to the shell of your ear. “cum on my cock like i know you’re about to.”

and god, do you. your pretty mouth stupidly gaped as you meet the desperate buck of his hips with shallow movements, chasing that cock like the prettiest whore. he watches as your face screws up, brows knitting in nothing but overwhelming pleasure as you choke on your own breath, sobbing. those wide eyes welling with tears as you whimper and whine and curse, all while creaming down the entirety of his shaft like you’re life depends on it.

“thaaat’s it, always cum so pretty for me,” he plants a sweet, loving kiss to your racing temple, allowing you to ride out your orgasm for as long as you need. “but i think you can give me more than that.”

oh.

[chris-prank]

Ya i need to punish Dr. Seraph for ruining my plans/ripping my hero suit. Clothes are very expensive these days :(

So we tear his off and pound into him :3 !! ^^ ❤️❤️💯💯😍😍🔥🔥

Sub Yandere villain sidekick x Top GN hero reader

CW: NSFW, doggy style, top reader and slight teasing

So I got carried away and ended up writing around 1K words of smut…

Just like last time the reader is GN, it’s vague enough so you can choose if the reader has a dick or a strap-on.

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“Do you know how much it costs to make a superhero suit? And don’t even get me started on the anonymous fees!”

Real frustration could be heard in your voice as the unpleasant memories of dealing with your supplier came to mind. But you swiftly chased them away to focus back on the man tied up under you.

“I’m s-sorry, if I k-knew I would ha—”

You placed your finger on his lips, shutting him up immediately.

“I don’t want shallow excuses or explanations, I want you to repay me properly.”

Dr. Seraph looked up at you with confusion. He knew what your intentions were, you had made them abundantly clear, yet he couldn’t connect the dots. How is him being tied up with bondage tape directly related to destroying your suits? Furthermore, he was wondering why you even had bondage tape in the first place! The mad scientist wasn’t complaining of course, but it’s not like it was efficient to apprehend criminals in any way, except…

You must have brought it with you just for this specific outcome! That’s it! You had planned on taking him for yourself! Oh, how quickly he convinced himself this was the truth and how flattered he was about it. And no matter how insane this conclusion was, he was indeed right.

He waited for you to take your finger off him to ask for clarification, but before he could open his mouth you effortlessly flipped him on his stomach, making the man yelp. You weren’t finished as you grabbed his hips, pressing his backside against your pelvis. That was enough to make this genius's brain go blank. He was already turned on by the predicament he had found himself in, but now a primitive desire had taken over any sense of logic he still possessed.

“Since you seem to love ruining my superhero suits, I think it's time for me to do the same with your uniform. That's the only punishment I’ll accept.” You caress his waist back and forth before adding, “I’m sure you’re fine with that, right?”

“Mm..y-yes.” He responded with a feeble voice.

You smiled to yourself, happy that he was so responsive. You took a handful of the fabric in your fist and pulled. His pants ripped apart like paper, making you feel like you were unwrapping a birthday gift. You tore until every inch of his private parts was exposed. The man gasped at this vulgar sight and buried his head back into the pillow.

You, on the contrary, admired your work. In this position, Vincent had the most perfect arched back and his ruined pants gave him a particular disheveled look. Soon enough, you had taken off your suit from the waist down, tossing it to the side without a care. A rush of excitement came to you when you felt Dr. Seraph pressing himself against your groin while letting out subtle whimpers.

You grope both of his ass cheeks as a response, before spreading them apart. With precise movements, you poured lubricant on top of it and prevented it from leaking all the way down by spreading it on his asshole. You stopped and instead rubbed your tip against his entrance to make it wet as well. After you were done, It was slightly glistening in the dim light of the room. By now, his noises had gotten louder, his legs trembling in anticipation.

“Are you ready Vincent?”

Hearing you say his real name made his cock and hole twitch.

“P-please, p-put it in.” He whined, impatience filling his voice.

He had already put aside the fact that this was supposed to be a punishment. He didn’t care if you destroyed his clothes, he had other ones, but there was only one you. Hell, he would let you tear down his entire wardrobe if it meant he could be fucked by you every night.

You grab his hips with one hand, making sure he would stay up right, and you positioned yourself with the other to stuff him full. Vincent threw his head back and cried out a lewd moan as your cock disappeared in his ass. You weren’t even down to the base that he was already gripping the sheets, nails digging through it. You also noticed it had gone in easy, a bit too easy even considering the lub.

“Someone has been preparing himself for me.” You teased, sinking deeper inside him.

Blood shot directly to the man’s face and to his cock, much to his embarrassment. He was already rock-hard, but the simple fact of implying that he has been stretching his insides for you, almost made him cum on the spot.

“Nggf…I-I didn’t…A-aahh! Mng—”

“Oh but you’ve been fucking yourself at the thought of me, haven’t you?” One of your hands grabbed onto his dick, giving it a few strokes while you added, “don’t worry I’m not mad.”

Vincent tried to hold in a sob by biting down his lips, as the mix of both different kinds of pleasure assaulted his nervous system. Though, nothing could prevent the tears from rolling down his eyes and into his mouth while he tried to answer you, emphasis on “tried”.

“Y—Mngh…” He couldn’t finish his sentence, as he felt your pelvis against his butt, meaning ou were completely inside him.

You waited until the mess of a man had visibly relaxed, before pulling back and thrusting inside again with more speed. The sounds of flesh smacking together and Vincent’s moan filled your ears like a melody. The way you bucked against him without mercy was contrasted with your thumb gently rubbing his hips in a praise like gesture.

There was one thing that was bothering you, as you glared at the upper half of his body. You had rolled up his coat a little when you were massaging his waist earlier, yet it wasn’t enough. You took the base of his uniform and ripped it in half all the way to his neck, the roll of your hips never faltering. Satisfied, you bent down and kissed his newly bare shoulders.

“That’s much better, don’t you think?” You took the chance to nibble there too, “And now your outfit is ruined, just like all my suits.”

“Nnhg Uh-uhh.” Whines and moans, mixing together as Vincent wished to speak.

You smile against his skin, satisfied with this little punishment.

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I tried to match your freak, so I hope you enjoyed it 💅🏻

(Oh and I can tell you that Dr. Seraph will have a lot of explaining to do the next day when he arrives in a wheelchair at a meeting.)

[clubsoft]

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summary · dieter eats his co-star in a field . tags · spit / drooling / all of the above / oral ( f receiving ) swearing / dieter is an eater / lil bit of manhandling / 3rd person POV ; no use of Y/N / size diff / public sex ( oral ) / set during the bubble / reader is bipoc - curly hair , brown eyes , no other descriptors aside from that / if i missed anything mb / if there r spelling errors , no there arent i tried to proofread word count · 923 notes · practicing my smut n im getting MUCH better if i do say so myself . this is my submission for the #WIRED4YOU challenge by @chaotic-mystery . i made the deadline by a day , this is a huge win in my adhd book . thank u for having me n i hope u enjoy !! <3

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It begins as visits stemming from the excuse of boredom. He perches himself at the foot of her bed as she adorns herself. Powders, creams, glosses — glitter behind curly lashes, above brown eyes, pink dabbed atop the glowing apples of her cheeks. Dieter watches in awe. An expressive man, he doesn’t care that she sees his eyes widen or his jaw drop. The eager tilt of his head brings the corners of her lips to curl. He couldn’t ask for more.

There is nothing out of place about him in that frilly, satin space. Bathrobe atop ill-fitted, baggy clothing, unruly curls brushed through with gel slick fingers – a mad scientist sort of creature in appearance, sans the science. All madness. To everyone else on set. He’s sweet, she says, harmless, enthused about his KitKat mystery, wide-mouth crying over baby goats, victim to a lack of rhythm, in dancing and in life. How else would he have been allowed past her door? 

His pale jade corduroy robe is now a picnic blanket, keeping the grass from dirtying her pristine flesh as Dieter spreads her legs, bends her knees to her chest. Her dress is bundled around her waist. Her panties, lace, baby blue, lay somewhere nearby. 

“Keep them here,” he whispers, distracted. She listens, whispers his name. The breeze carries it away. His focus is occupied by what awaits him at the center. He would call it porn perfect, but that would be an injustice, an offense to the smaller, seraphic girl under him. Porn is fake. What he has in front of him couldn’t be more real. Her pussy is heavenly. Sticky. Soft. Squeezing, pulsing, drooling for him. His hands press to her rear thighs, his thumbs stretch out. One pinches her flesh, spreads her delectable cunt to one side. Her toes curl, her frame tenses in anticipation. His other thumb dips in, the pad slips from her entrance to her clit, tracing around it, over it. Eased by the wave of warmth, an ariose, filthy noise comes up from her throat. Dieter is goaded on.

He repeats the motion. Her hips lurch, her thighs jiggle. She huffs. Pretty, pretty, pretty.

“If you’re not gonna eat me—” 

Her impatience cannot be denied. Not when it manifests as a pout, a glimmer of disappointment in her eyes that simply cannot mark the conclusion of this intensely coveted moment. This lucky strike. Dieter shakes his head frantically, delicately kisses her inner thighs in wordless apology, carving a path to her neediest spot. No hesitation, no pause to fill his lungs with air, he licks a long, slow strip over her slit — from her entrance, over her folds, to her clit, and then down again. She trembles, moans, no longer gripping her legs to her chest. Ample thighs drop to his shoulders. He circles his arms under them, folds his hands at her belly and lifts her into his mouth. Needy, desperate. Working her body effortlessly. 

His level of skill should be startling.

It isn’t. 

Dieter groans, the sound sends shivers through her, her spine arches. He has lowered himself from his knees to his stomach, his front stained grassy green, covered in dirt. It could not matter less, for her fingers have sunken into his hair, acrylic nails scraping his scalp, little hands grasping, tugging, struggling for something — anything to hold her from her undoing. He slobbers, drags his tongue flat over her folds, moaning nearly as loud as her. His plush lips close down on her clit amidst a sloppy kiss, and suck. Heat surges through her. She cries out, yanks at his hair. 

“Dieter — fuck — almost…” 

He comes up for air. She whines, as though he had betrayed her. He gasps his breaths, smirks, trails his lips along her thighs, messy, trailing saliva. A heartbeat goes by, and he is on her once more. His tongue slips inside, as deep as humanly possible. His nose molds to her clit. Where any other man would move his head, Dieter moves her, rocking her hips against his mouth. Each subtle tug to her body is marked by a sap-like mewl. Lustful, and beautifully so. The rhythm itself is steady. He is anything but. His eyes are all that is visible of him. Dark, drunk, set directly on her angelic countenance, witnessing it morph into depravity. 

When she cums, he groans, laps harder and harder. She quivers on his tongue. Her body melts within his hold, he lowers it down, back upon the velvety material of his robe. His beard drips with spit and spend alike. His lips do not leave her, lavish kisses to her thighs, her belly, the spill of her breasts above her neckline, her throat, her jaw, her chin. Her lush lower lip is caught in her teeth. He wants it between his own, so he takes it, sucks it into his mouth and bites, tugging away. A squeak is all he receives. Her fingers tumble from his hair, arms circling his neck. The action is gentle, he noses at her jaw in response, tucks loose curls behind her ears.

“That was… good,” she coos. He grins, bright. His eyes are sparkling, he hovers over her, waiting for her attention. She cups his chin with one pretty hand, and mirrors his expression. A simper. A kiss. “Something on your mind?”

He  inhales to speak — in true Dieter fashion, his words could never be predicted, “Before we leave the hotel tomorrow, can I have your autograph?” He stops, glances down at the painful bulge in his pants. “And can I be inside you? Please?”

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[internals1ut]

Tkdb boys moan sounds -

18+ / NSFW / Minors gtfo

I had this thought when I walked into Barnes and Nobles got more Yona Of The Dawn and Seraph of the End too

Anyways -

Whimpering

Kaito, Leo, Zenji

Loud moaner

Kaito, Lucas , Ren , Romeo(rough), Edward, Yuri

Soft moaning

Tohma, Haru, Romeo(soft), Subaru, Rui

Grunts

Jin, Sho, Mido, Haku, Lyca

Barely moans/grunts

Taiga, Towa

Doesn't moan and will stare into your soul

Towa, Jiro

Screams because he walked in on Rome riding Taiga in the office after he was trying to give legal documents to Taiga about firearms and their laws so he can help Taiga not go to court but walked in on him making Romeo arch his back and now he is bringing them to court for sex in the workplace - Ritsu

[pupsmailbox]

GOTH ID PACK

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[angelicgraveyard]

☆　﹒　ANGEL ID PACK　 !

🪽　–　requested by : no one

🪽　–　posted by : eunoia

✟ 　﹒　names　 𝄈

aether . angela . angelina . angélique . angel . angelynne . angeliki ( αγγελική ) . angie . anioł . blanche . blanchette . celeste . cielo . charmeine . divine . divinette . dove . dovette . dovesse . engela . engelen . ethereal . evangeline . gabriel . heaven . heavenesse . holy . micheal . nevaeh . orion . saint . saintesse . seraph . seraphim . silver . vitanglio . xena . xeni .

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✟ 　﹒　titles　 𝄈

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✟ 　﹒　labels　 𝄈

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✟ 　﹒　system names　 𝄈

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[heavenlyraindrops]

♱ Father Forgive Me (For I have Sinned) ~Chapter Twelve ♱

Lucifer Morningstar x Angel!Reader Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Chapter Twelve Warnings: profanity Click on the first tag to see all the other chapters

♱Where the purest soul in Heaven falls for the Devil♱

[Chapter Twelve]

You set your phone down on the counter as someone pounded hard on your front door. You flinched, immediately recognising the knocks.

You opened it, standing in the doorway and blocking the entrance before smiling thinly. “Adam. Lute. To what do I owe this displeasure?”

Adam arched an eyebrow. “Well someone’s gotten cocky,” he sneered, trying to brush past you. You put your foot in the way, making him stop and whirl around.

“The fuck’s your problem?” Lute snapped, storming forward. “Let us in.”

“Back off. You’re not coming inside until you tell me what you want.” You put your hand on her chest, pushing her back. She blanched, and looked at Adam helplessly.

Adam’s expression darkened as he leaned in to whisper. “Are you forgetting what I know?”

You bunched up his collar in your fist, dragging him in even closer. “There’s still one month left before I decide. You tell, I fall, and you’ll never fucking marry me.” You released him and he stumbled back a little, face hard, but you could tell you had frazzled him as you stood aside to let them in.

“Go in, then,” you said flatly. They both flashed triumphant smiles at you.

“Where’re the hellspawn?”

“Why?”

“We just wanna talk to them,” Adam said, smiling innocently as if he hadn’t been threatening you five seconds ago. His lips moved, mouthing more threats as if he had no shame in blackmailing someone.

“Upstairs,” you said reluctantly, then jabbed a finger in his direction. “And if you lay a hand on them…”

“Pinky promise,” came the reply, thrown over his shoulder as he sauntered up the stairs. Lute glanced back at you, her frown deepening.

You sat down at the kitchen counter, an internal debate raging within you. A letter lay on your right, next to your elbow. You wondered if you should have asked Charlie to deliver it to Lucifer for you, or not.

You sighed, shutting it away in a drawer.

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It had been hours since Charlie and Vaggie had left, shortly after Lute and Adam had stormed out. You’d waved them off, wishing them good luck. As you shook Charlie’s hand, your hand clamped around hers, pulling her in to whisper.

“Between you and me, love,” you muttered. “You’re more than just right in this.” You hesitated. “Tell Lu…” you mumbled the rest of the sentence, trailing off into a volume barely audible as you chickened out. She blinked at you, befuddled, before her lips stretched into another smile as she pulled you into a hug.

“Thank’s, [name],” she said. Vaggie nodded approvingly from behind her, before they both turned around and left.

You watched them fade into the distance, before stumbling back inside. You took the letter out of the drawer and crumpled it up, throwing it in the bin. You felt like you were about to throw up.

“Fuck,” you gasped.

♱♱♱

“Emily? How was the trial?”

You blinked down at the seraph, who gazed up at you solemnly. You could tell there were angry tears behind her eyes, threatening to spill out. “Tell me you didn’t know,” she said, voice trembling. You took her hand, pulling her inside and setting her at the couch.

“Didn’t know what?” You asked, gently and cautiously. At the same time, the door swung open again, and Adam barged in.

“Sugar tits, we fuckin’ won,” he cackled, grabbing your wrist. “I kicked those cunts back downstairs where they belong-“ he paused, eyes sliding over to Emily.

You gulped.

Emily stood up, hands bunched up into fists. “You did, didn’t you,” she hissed. You let out a small breath.

“Emily, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“She’s talking about the exterminations,” Adam rolled his eyes, slinging an arm around your shoulder with a hand on his hip as he stared Emily down. You stiffened, looking at him as if to say ‘what the hell did you do?’ But refrained yourself from saying anything aloud.

She blanched at the look on your face. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t anyone tell me?” She stretched her arms out wide, and her wings stretched with her. Your heart sank.

“No one is supposed to know about the exterminations except for the exorcists,” you said calmly as you could, despite a slight shake in your voice as you straightened up and pulled your shoulders back.

“You know, and you’re not an exorcist,” she retorted, eyes accusing. You stepped back.

“[name]’s special,” Adam sneered, looking at you. You couldn’t meet his stare.

“It’s for the greater good. Are you really questioning Sera’s judgment?”

Emily’s shoulders sank. “You don’t believe that,” she said, as if she was trying to convince herself instead of simply making a statement. You gulped.

Did you agree with the exterminations? You had never really thought about it. But if they hadn’t existed you never would have met-

“Emily, I don’t like them either,” you said, leaning forward and gripping her shoulders, desperation oozing from your like an aura. “But Heaven needs to keep the pure- the good souls, safe from the bad.” You felt a stab at your heart even as you said it, because saying those words made you feel like you were betraying Charlie and Vaggie, but you pressed on. “Emily, no one enjoys the exterminations.”

Adam scoffed from behind you, stalking forward and yanking you back. “Oh please, sugar tits.” He looked hard at Emily. “The exorcists love the extermination. It’s the perfect form of entertainment!” His eyes and grin widened, and you flinched away as his gaze snapped back to you again. “And don’t pretend like you’re against them, sugar. You wouldn’t have met your demon boyfriend if it weren’t for them.” His tone was lined with hurt, as if getting with Lucifer was the biggest betrayal you could have done to him.

And, you realized, in a way, it was.

“What?” Emily said, wondering if she had heard him right. You could feel your face heat up, your golden blood turning to fire in your veins.

“I said,” Adam clarified, “if it wasn’t for the exterminations, she’d be bored as fuck here.” Emily frowned, but you could tell she believed him. “What’d you think I said?” He didn’t wait for an answer, turning back to you. “Don’t act like you threw yourself at the chance to come along with us down to Hell.”

You chewed your lip furiously, mind racing. “Don’t you dare throw me under the bus.”

“Why fuckin’ shouldn’t I?” He hissed, eyes glittering darkly. You could sense the meaning underneath, cutting you like a double edged sword.

“You know what?” You said, flatly. “You’re just pissy that your dick is so fucking tiny, Like- opposite the size of your fatass ego, which is so big it’s fucking obese, by the way- that you lost three women to a guy who lives in a dimensional oven.” You jabbed your finger at him. “I’d rather date the Devil himself than a fucking cunt like you,” you scoffed. “At least he’d last more than thirty seconds.”

Emily stared at you blankly, amazed, not ever having heard you swear so much, and also by your blatant blasphemy. You pulled back, smoothing down your shirt, satisfied at Adam’s shocked expression. You glanced at her.

“I wouldn't actually,” you reassured her, lying straight through your teeth.

♱♱♱

A/N: first of my double chapter release. Two chapters in one day isn’t that crazy?!.?, turns out my 400th follower was my friend stalking me… they read all my smut. I’m cooked ���� Coco if ur reading this… get off my blog rn

I’m giving up on the taglist cause it don’t work anymore sorry guys 😔

[historiaxvanserra]

I know I've been gone forever but I'm back and working on a forced proximity, political allies to lovers, arranged marriage, azriel x CoN reader fic that might grace your dashboard in the coming days...

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The narrow streets of Hewn City are rife with transgression; I hear the echo of it in the lurid shouts from the merchants and patrons. As they beg, barter and brawl in the slums in the rotten heart of the city. The fetor of petrichor and decay linger in the air. So putrid and palpable I can taste it; even through the bouquets of vervain and bitter almonds that shade the wheelhouse in their noxious musk. Throngs of beggar children chase the carriage as it rolls turbulently through the pools of waste upon the wet, cobbled stone. Though, I only catch fleeting glimpses of them each time the cruel, seraphic light cuts through the blanket of the dark inside the small carriage.  As I pass through the Streets of Silk, I hear the bawdy rhymes of the fallen women as they call out into the night like a siren song; all sultry-eyed and dressed in lace that billows in the wretched breeze like the tendrils of a monstrous chimera. Fated to lure wayward sailors to their watery tombs.   It is then that panels of the carriage yawn open to reveal a tavern. The building stands as one of the last unsanctioned pleasure halls in the city; its weary slate facade is cut from the same dark stone as the mountain that oppresses the city and the neglected roof tiles gleam in the pallid silver faelights, like moonlight on the murky-green depths of the Sidra. Above it's dark mahogany door, I observe the pillory that bears the establishment's name.  The Jade Pearl. Painted in varying gaudy shades of green and gold. The pleasure hall on the outer banks of the mountain city is alive with sordid activity. The whores in their fine silks twirl and dance in merry rings like water nymphs, and the serving girls fill up the cups of patrons with a sly smile. The high-arching melody of lyres cuts through the cacophony of carnal sounds; officious laughter, vulgar curses and the honeyed words, whispered into the skin of wind-beaten sailors and fat merchants.  Here, patrons and prostitutes alike, subject to their most base desires.  I adjust the hood that veils my face and retreat into the darkest parts of the tavern, nestled somewhere near the open hearth.  “Can I help you, mistress?”  I look up from my seat, across the emerald painted surface to the wraith standing before me. She’s a slender looking creature, with pale blue eyes that look almost silver in the dying light of the hearth. Her long, white hair is braided over her shoulder like the tendril of some mythical siren.  Dangerous and inviting.  “A drink and a warm meal perhaps,” She purrs, her voice low and sultry as she looks at me with those pale eyes, “or maybe you desire some company tonight?” She’s dressed in the gauzy, silk robes of a whore. The garment flows like water over the curve of her hip and with a deep slit in its middle that exposes the graceful swell of her breasts beneath. And through her guise of beauty and seduction, I see the chains that bind her. “A drink would be nice,” I say, sliding a gold coin across the polished surface of the table, “If it’s not too much trouble.” “It is not trouble at all, mistress- but this far too much coin.” The wraith begins to untether the cracked leather coin purse from her hip. She begins to exchange the gold for smaller coins of silver and bronze, counting them in her open palm.  “You should keep it -- I’ve no use for it anyway.” I say, nodding towards the coin in her hand. The wraith shakes her head and tries to protest but a call from the brutish looking owner, whose name I know to be Arik, draws the girl's attention away.  She voices her gratitude again before leaving me to my pitcher of ale.  The liquid is of a deep carnelian color that glimmers like burnished bronze in the dying light of the hearth. It is cloyingly sweet and viscous like honey and flavored with moonflowers and jasmine.  A voice, thick with mirth and malice, beckons my attention. 

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DAY 25 Prompt: Raphael Back in the good ol' Celestial Realm days... 1.8k

“I thought I’d find you here.”

Raphael loomed over Belphegor’s frame, still swaddled in his bed sheets. Despite the soft snoring spilling from parted lips, gently lifting midnight blue strands from his face, Raphael knew Belphie was awake. It was the depth of his breathing. Each inhale was too swift after an exaggerated exhale. 

But Belphie didn’t answer. 

His frown still firmly in place, Raphael rounded the empty bed that Belphie’s twin had already successfully left, approached the large bay window and threw open the heavy curtains. Sunlight bathed the bedroom, illuminating particles of dust disturbed by the flourish of the material. Raphael sighed. Belphie probably left the curtains closed at all times.

Though the sun never set in the Celestial Realm, its intensity varied throughout the day. Currently lingering on the eastern horizon, the air remained fresh and crisp, yet to be baked by the sun’s rays. By midday, Raphael was certain it would be a particularly warm day. That did not bode well for his mission. Drowsiness was often exacerbated by heat.

A glance over his shoulder confirmed that Belphie had failed to move, still feigning the sleep he craved so deeply. 

“I know you’re awake,” Raphael asserted, his index finger prodding the other angel’s shoulder. 

There was no reaction.

Raphael poked him again. 

“Why…” Belphie groused, finally rolling over. Only, he rolled towards Raphael, who stepped back just in time for the former to tumble onto the ground, wrapped up in his blanket. 

It put Raphael in an awkward position. What was he supposed to do now? One would think that he would be adept at waking Belphegor by now. Sure, it wasn’t often tasked to him, but in a couple hundred centuries, give or take, he thought he’d figure out the trick.

But Belphie was clever, and that didn’t bode well for Raphael. Every time Raphael adjusted to his strategy, Belphie would switch things up. Like now, when he laid in a lump at Raphael’s feet. 

“Michael has asked that you clean the music room.” He tried, using his foot to nudge the mound of fabric and…Belphie? It was all warm and squishy and Raphael quickly removed his foot in fear that his fellow angel had actually become one with the bedding. 

Another length of silence. 

“Very well,” Raphael pulled out his trump card, “I’ll go see that Lucifer is put to the task instead.”

Much to Raphael’s amusement (not that you could tell by his straight-lipped expression), Belphie scrambled to his feet, shedding the blankets in record time. To give him some privacy, Raphael slipped out of the bedroom, carefully closing the door behind him. He nodded in greeting to Simeon as the other seraph passed down the hall, all bright smiles and a spring in his step. 

“This is too much work,” Belphie grumbled as he wiped down each key of the grand piano with more care than his tone would imply. “Why am I doing this?”

“Because Michael asked you to.” 

“Care to help?” Belphie’s huff was just enough to draw Raphael’s attention. Michael’s schedule stared up at him from the notebook in his hands, promising a challenge to organize. His face a placid facade, the gears in his brain whirred to life. He loved a puzzle–as long as it wasn’t for the sake of fun. 

“I’ve completed my cleaning for the day,” He answered, already penciling in appointments for the next day. Oh–there was a conflict later in the week. He’d have to fix that. 

Middle C rang out through the chamber, the note bouncing from the stained glass windows to the high, arched ceiling. When Raphael glanced up from the agenda, Belphie was pointedly pressing down on the piano key. For a moment he wondered why he failed to lift the finger from the note, but then, he realized that Belphie’s eyes had fluttered shut.

“Belphegor,” He chided, “You aren’t done with your task yet.”

Groaning, Belphie slumped over the keys, a cacophony of dissonant notes ringing throughout the room. Raphael glanced over to the harp and other instruments nearby, mildly concerned that such an ugly chord would snap a string or two. 

“It’s still so early,” Belphie whined, and Raphael was immediately reminded why he was assigned to supervising the sleepiest angel: Belphie didn’t like to take no for an answer. “Can’t I have a quick nap?”

“No.” 

Pursing his lips, Belphie attempted to bargain. “What if I finish cleaning? Can I nap then?”

Raphael was prepared for that. “No, then we move on to the records room. Michael would like you to sort the newest files there.”

Belphie grumbled, and Raphael wasn’t quite sure when he’d missed the former shifting to turn the piano bench into a bed. He was on his back, knees bent at the edge of his makeshift cot. Raphael didn’t miss the spark of interest in Belphegor’s eyes as he stared up at the decorative chandelier above. It was fashioned to resemble a galaxy, spiraling jewels sparkling in the eternal sunshine of the Celestial realm. 

“You should be honored,” Raphael pocketed the notebook for the time being, dedicating his time to convincing Belphegor to return to his feet. Strange, how Belphie was technically older than him. He certainly didn’t act like it. As Raphael frowned down at Belphie’s smug smirk, violet eyes screaming “try me”, he rose to the challenge. “Michael is trusting you with his day to day business. If you want to prove your potential as a seraph, you would do well to complete his request in a timely manner.”

Belphie curled his lip, a soft scowl preceding the slow blink that churned Raphael’s gut. Not again. He still had his trump card up his sleeve. “Perhaps my rain of spears would motivate you.” 

Belphegor thought for a moment, and though his lashes remained brushing his high cheekbones, the rest of his frame stiffened. 

“Hey Raphael,” Belphie broke the silence after he had finished cleaning the piano and had moved on to the ornate harp positioned in the window. “Won’t you sing for me?”

“You want me to sing for you?” Raphael would say he was surprised, but he supposed it wasn’t the first time he had received such a request. 

“You’ve got a nice voice. It would help me clean, I’m sure.” 

The praise warmed Raphael’s heart. Only a little, as there was something glimmering in Belphie’s clever eyes. He was plotting something. This was a trap. Feigning absolute indifference, Raphael let him down easily. “I don’t have any accompaniment.”

The challenge hardened Belphie’s stare. A resolute nod, the gesture of an index finger indicting patience, and Belphie was gone. Unfazed, Raphael returned to his notebook, balancing Michael’s appointments. If Belphie wasn’t back in five minutes, he’d summon his spears to hunt down the lazy angel.

Thankfully (or unfortunately?) that wasn’t necessary, as Belphie did return. Though this time, he dragged a flailing Leviathan behind him. With a frankly concerning amount of strength, Belphie sat the army general down on the piano bench with a sharp, “Levi, play the piano so Raphael can sing.”

Raphael turned his unreadable gaze onto Leviathan. The older angel shrunk under his stare, though Raphael didn’t quite understand why. He had always admired Leviathan. He did what you asked of him, and quietly kept to himself, more often than not. 

If Raphael was being honest, he thought Leviathan should have more confidence. He carried a lot of skill in his hands. For example, Levi balked at Belphie’s request, though Raphael had heard Levi play wonderfully on more than one occasion. Waffling, Levi excused, “You want me to play? U-um, I’m not very good. Lucifer is better at this sort of thing…”

“Didn’t Lucifer tutor you?” Raphael asked, his head cocked slightly to the side.

Levi yelped.

Raphael frowned. He hadn’t meant to scare him.

“Come on, isn’t a big brother supposed to look out for their younger siblings?” Attempting a new tactic, Belphie pulled out the puppy dog eyes, sitting down on the ground next to the piano bench. Raphael did not miss the way Belphie’s finger instinctively clenched around the air, as if searching for a blanket. “I really want to hear Raphael sing.” 

“Ah, okay, uh, fine.” Levi crumbled under Belphie’s words. Raphael considered that it had been a smart attack. Levi yearned for recognition, especially after his position as an army general had been made unnecessary (for now). The opportunity to help another angel, to be of some sort of use, forced his hand. 

And perhaps Raphael had the sheet music on him, procured it in an instant and threw it upon the as if he had anticipated Belphie’s request all along. When Levi gawked, when Belphie raised an eyebrow, he insisted that he kept it on him for when Lucifer and Michael asked for a song. 

Levi’s fingers began to carefully slide across the piano keys, hesitant at first, a little slower than the piece suggested. But then, he found his rhythm, his heart pounding in time with the strings hammering inside the piano. 

As the melody swelled, Raphael began to sing. He liked to start off soft, unexpecting. All smooth notes with little emotion. Then, as the classical piece grew, building with increased piano activity, he allowed his voice to become imperfect, allowed the vowels to waver and the consonants to cut off when he felt it right. His eyes fluttering shut, Raphael lost himself in the music, in the croon of his voice harmonizing with Levi’s more than capable instrumentation. 

When he sang, his mind became colorful, fizzy and hazy and oh, so sweet. The gentle fog was warm, like the cloying sensation that he’d feel in his chest when he would help Simeon prune Michael’s roses in the greenhouse, when he would discuss ethics over tea with Lucifer. He would be lying if he didn’t experience a similar emotion when he sought out Mammon traipsing all over wherever he definitely was not supposed to be, or when Asmodeus brought him all the clothes that had suffered at the hands of Lucifer’s punishments. As it turned out, sewing wasn’t as bad as Raphael thought it would be. 

The song coming to an end, Raphael felt his soul cling to the vestiges of that pretty, sparkling dreamscape. It was always harder finishing a piece than starting one. His voice belting the final crescendo, he had to maneuver his tone back down into something soft and somber, almost mournful of what was coming to a close. 

The music room echoed silence for a single beat as he exhaled slowly, allowing his spirit to return to his body.

“That was beautiful,” Levi breathed, stars in his watery eyes as he showered Raphael with applause. “I wonder if people can sing like that in the human world. Do you think there’s manga about singers?” 

Though, his clapping sounded rather…lonely. Raphael’s spine went ramrod straight, realization sparking something fierce and electric in his mind. 

“Where’s Bel–” The question died in his throat at the sight of the otherwise empty music room. He already knew the answer. 

“He won this round, didn’t he?” Levi chuckled nervously, awkwardly tapping two keys reminiscent of a whomp, whomp. 

“I suppose,” Raphael turned on his heel, already aiming for the observatory. “Next round he will become quite acquainted with my spears.” 

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

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[2af-afterdark]

God!MC has a request for their beloved Gabriel: Breed them. Fill them up to the brim 😏

Their legs wrapped around his hips, their back arching off the surface of the bed below. A wonderful melody of rapturous pleasure spilled from their lips as he pumped his hips against theirs. He pressed his lips together so hard that his pale skin turned red, all for the sake of ensuring he didn't drown out the sound of them with his own pleasure.

Their hole gripped him, drew him in as he worshipped their body. Through his uncovered eye he could only admire so much of them, but he wouldn't brush his hair aside for fear of losing the gentle touch of their skin against his fingers.

"Gabriel?" They hummed with a devilish smirk (although nothing of theirs could be devilish). "My beloved Seraph?"

"Hm?"

They slipped their arms around his neck, pulling him in close enough to whisper a sweet, honeyed command. "Breed me."

He let slip his hands from their resting place and grabbed at their thighs instead, unwrapping them from around his hips and pushing them forward until they were pressed against their chest.

They whined softly as he shifted inside of him, pressing against a new, deeper spot that lit a fire in their belly and scatteref twinkling stars across their vision.

"As you wish, my god."

[chris-prank]

Absolutely love Dr.Seraph, he's such a pathetic man in the best of ways, gotta love it <3

But ngl, I'm also kinda curious about Fatalité, he's been mentioned here and there but we haven't seen much of him ....?

Could you tell us some stuff about him, if you don't mind ? Like how he feels about a hero reader/vigilante reader, or how he would feel if he discovered Dr.Seraph's feelings about the reader, for example

I'm so glad that my little mad scientist is to your liking! 😆 I decided to had some personal info about Fatalité on top of answering your questions!

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About Fatalité:

💣 Fatalité’s real name is Jules Dubois, he is born in Belgium.

💣 He is in his mid forties.

💣 He can speak French, English and a little bit of Spanish.

💣 He doesn’t have superpowers, that’s what Dr. Seraph is for! The only things that could be considered his “quirk” are his metal gauntlets that gives him inhuman strength. He can easily destroy a wall in one punch!

💣 His real weapon is money. Jules can pay, blackmail and bribe his way into fulfilling his goals. He still is on the field most of the time, since he doesn’t believe his henchman can do the job properly without him. Additionally, he finds sick pleasure in watching his enemies fail, so he wants to witness it first hand.

💣 His evil deeds vary between typical robbery of precious jewels or works of art and trying to take over parts of the city.

💣 Fatalité is a real narcissist, with psychopathic and sociopathic tendencies. Remorse is a feeling foreign to him seeing that he felt it rarely in his life.

What is he like on the romance side of things:

💣 Fatalité is biromantic and asexual, which I subtly hinted at in one of my previous posts. Sorry guys, but that means no spicy time with him.

💣 He is obviously a yandere too, since he is an evil supervillain, obsessing over things is ingrained in him. If he likes someone he doesn’t care what it takes, he will have them. Fatality is inevitable after all.

💣 He would be less mean to his partner than with other people, but taking in consideration his narcissism, his desires are still more important to him. So he might not be the best boyfriend in the world.

💣 You don’t want to cuddle? Too bad he wants it and he’ll trap you in his arms. You're so cute when you’re struggling to get away, you’re just like an aggressive stray cat. He does enjoy seeing you frustrated a little bit too much.

💣 His prominent love language are words of affirmation. He needs to hear you say how much you adore and worship him! Don’t expect any words of affirmation from him, he is too proud to admit his feelings out loud.

💣 On the other hand, he expresses his love for you by giving expensive gifts and physical touch.

His view on hero/vigilante reader and if he discovers Dr. Seraph as real feelings for them:

💣 About the hero reader, in simple words, Fatalité hates them. They take away or prevent him from getting the things HE wants.

💣 His views on vigilante reader will change depending on how much they are on the good side. If they are serving justice but with no moral ground, he will hate them as much as the typical hero. But if they are more flexible with their activities, Fatalité might try to work with them if it can serve his interests.

💣 If Jules founds out that Dr. Seraph is in love with the reader; he will be shocked and feel a bit betrayed. With all the people in the world he chose his arch nemesis!? Vincent should just spit in his face while he's at it.

💣 As long as his sidekick don’t plan on betraying him literally, he doesn’t mind this obsession of his. Actually, it could even turn into something positive, for exemple if Dr. Seraph decides to kidnap the reader for himself. That way Jules wouldn’t have to deal with them anymore.

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I hope this satisfied your curiosity about Fatalité!

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FALLEN ANGEL ID PACK

NAMES︰ abaddon. abel. acher. adam. aether. allocen. amducias. amon. amy. andras. angel. angelina. angelo. apollyon. ariel. armaros. ash. asmoday. asmodeus. astaroth. astrid. axel. azael. azazel. azrael. azza. baal. balam. balberith. barbatos. bathin. beatrix. beelzebub. behemoth. beleth. belial. berith. bernael. bifrons. blaise. botis. buer. cael. caim. cain. cannibelle. carrion. cary. castiel. celeste. celestia. cerberus. chemosh. corpse. crow. dagon. damien. damon. dantanian. dara. david. dina. donovan. dumah. eden. elena. eligor. ember. enepsigos. erebus. evangeline. eve. ezekiel. flauros. focalor. forcas. forneus. furcas. gabriel. gadreel. ghoul. gomory. guts. hagenti. halpas. haunt. hel. ian. iblis. icha. jeremiah. kage. kasdeya. keres. kimaris. kokabiel. kunopegos. laila. lamia. leila. levi. leviathan. leviathon. lilin. lilith. lucifer. malaika. malpas. marbas. mare. mastema. michael. mikhail. moloch. morax. moros. nathaniel. nicholas. nightshade. nyx. odin. onyx. orias. ornias. orobas. orpheus. paimon. phoenix. procel. purah. purson. qemuel. rahab. raphael. raum. ravana. raven. raziel. remiel. rogue. ronobe. rosier. ruax. rune. sabel. sabnack. saleos. salome. samael. samuel. sanguine. satan. seere. semyaza. sephtis. seraph. serenity. seth. shax. solas. sorath. statuette. tamiel. theo. uriel. uzza. val. valac. valefor. vapula. vepar. vesper. vine. virtue. vual. willow. wolf. wormwood. wound. wraith. xaphan. yael. zagan. zepar.

PRONOUNS︰ ae/aem. aeth/aether. an/angel. angel/angel. ar/arch. be/tray. bea/beast. being/being. bite/bite. blood/blood. broke/broken. broken/broken. cae/caem. cani/cani. che/cher. cher/cher. creep/creep. cross/crosse. curse/curse. da/dark. dae/daem. dark/dark. de/filed. dei/deim. disgrace/disgrace. dove/dove. e/eden. ely/elym. empty/empty. en/envy. fall/fall. fall/fallen. fallen/fallen. fang/fang. feather/feather. fie/fiend. flight/flight. grace/grace. grim/grim. grudge/grudge. gut/gut. ha/lo. halo/halo. hell/hell. holy/holy. hy/hym. hy/hymn. it/it. ix/ix. kill/kill. la/lamb. lo/lost. mon/mon. no/non. om/omen. omen/omen. rip/rip. ruin/ruin. sai/saint. ser/seraph. sera/sera. sera/seraph. sin/sin. smite/smite. smy/smite. teeth/teeth. tether/tether. thorn/thorn. throne/throne. un/holy. unholy/unholy. unknown/unknown. wi/wing. wing/wing. wraith/wraith. wrath/wrath. wre/wretched. ☦️ . ⛓️ . ❤️‍🔥 . 🔥 . 🕊️ .

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The Archangels in Truth Beneath the Rose

Alright, I did rant about them before, or was it a ramble? Whatever. I'm back to explain the Archangels for the Nephilim AU AKA Truth Beneath the Rose.

So, we don't know too much about the archangels in canon. I have seen my share of speculation that the figures that appeared in the song More Than Anything when Lucifer talks about how he won't lose it all again, and how Charlie is the only thing worth fighting for are the alleged seven archangels. Honestly, I can see it, but it leaves many questions. Where are they in the hierarchy? Are they the Elders of Heaven mentioned in the very first episode? Or are we wrong and they're amongst the lowest rank? Until we have answers, I do have a place for them in TBtR.

In TBtR, they are the highest choir of the angels, above the Seraphim, and below God. They were the first made and represent the core foundations of Heaven. They are not known about outside the highest choirs of Heaven (the Seraphim and Thrones since Cherubim seem to be amongst the lowest rank according to Helluva Boss). The Seraphim were designed after certain Archs, with one I'll show shortly. But most of all, they are not male, but female. The reason for this is because they are the closest to God in TBtR, who is a woman as I illustrated here:

Beyond them being modeled after TBtR's God, and the Seraphim being modeled after them (mostly), there will be one that does look like Lucifer as I've sorta given up on trying to figure out which choir he was part of, and lumping him in the with Seraphim because of the six wings and the eyes in his angel/demon form. So, Lucifer in this AU is a fallen Seraph, much like Carmilla Carmine.

Putting a pin in Carmilla Carmine, as we'll come back to her shortly, I want to share the complete list of the Archim (work in progress name since I don't just want to address the Archangels as that since it doesn't feel as powerful, y'know?). The concepts that they embody aren't completely set in stone, but most of them are:

Michelle - Michael - Justice Gabriella - Gabriel - Communication Rafaela - Raphael - Healing Urielle - Uriel - Intuition Rachel - Raguel - Harmony Sariel - Saraqael - Memory Remiela - Remiel - Hope Phana - Phanuel - Repentance Ana - Ananiel - Rejuvenation Sara - Sarathiel - Discipline Zadka - Zadkiel - Forgiveness Azara - Azareal - Death Jeraha - Jerahmeel - Guidance Bara - Barachiel - Love Jeguda- Jegudiel - Retribution Seala - Sealtiel - Protection

So, I know there are supposed to be seven archangels, but the issue arises that there's not a singular, concrete source that lists the seven outside the Book of Enoch that I've found in my research. Which, admittedly, wasn't the best since a lot of things overlapped, got mixed in with each other, or were speculative. I do recognize that a lot that I've listed here may be the same person under a different name, hence also why Azareal is on this list. While I didn't find evidence that they were an archangel, they were a somewhat important angel somewhere, somehow. Anyway! These will be the ones that I'm using for TBtR, and most of the concepts they are associated with are set in stone, but some may change, I'm not sure.

Now, circling back around to Carmilla Carmine, I decided that since she was meant to lead the armies of Heaven as a Seraph, she is modeled after the greatest of the Archim, Michael, or Michelle. I'll go into a post about her on her own because I don't want it all lost in here. However, I will share her here as the example of what I'm aiming for with the Archim designs:

I will go into detail about her in a separate post, but this is what I'm aiming for with the Archim. Eight-winged angels, all women, that are meant to embody their concepts. I won't share too much here, but simply put, she is THE flaming sword of "vengeance" or as she calls "justice".

With what I'm loosely planning for TBtR, there is a chance that the Archim will appear closer to the end, however, nothing is purely concrete. Is there a chance I'm wasting my time with this? Maybe, but where's the fun in not doing this?