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~ 09.10 - Michael ~

Dom!reader x sub!michael - reader is gender neutral

Warning: thigh riding, dubcon (becomes consensual), dacryphilia, mind break, sub space, virgin Michael, corruption kink, slight hierophilia, public sex..?, a bit exhibitionist, teasing, kissing, making out, mentioned kidnapping, Michael cries a lot just saying, this is a little sad in the middle

~ Wordcount: 6.2k ~

Nini!rant: requested by @rae-pss - inspired by his evolution date, I SPEND TOO LONG ON THE PREMISE

Kinktober list 2024

It’s been a few days now that you’ve been brought to heaven by Raphael. He did promise you he’ll kidnap you one day, what you didn’t expect was for that ‘someday’ to happen this soon. As to how that happened? Well, the sky was clear that day, so much that he could see your silhouette from the edge of heaven. Leading to him darting down like a hawk who found its prey, and holding you between his arms before flying off again.

You didn’t even have time to yell or reach out to your companions, who were dumbfounded to the point of being frozen in place. It must have looked pretty stupid after all. Once you were brought to heaven, Raphael looked at you expectantly, as if waiting for a treat. “I’m not going to call you 'good boy', Rara, you kidnapped me.” You brushed him off, then sighed and asked, “I can’t go back down, huh?” He nodded his head. “As expected, fine, then show me around here.” This was a reaction he didn’t expect, why did you sound so done with everything—

The next few hours were spent with the little angel showing you around all excited, though he tried his hardest to not wag his tail. You followed closely, looking around this unfamiliar place. There weren’t any kind of fun things or shops in heaven, only houses for residents. It looked pretty depressing, especially because everything was rid of colors and purely white. When he asked if heaven ain’t better than hell or earth, you didn’t have the heart to answer honestly.

Soon you reached the last destination, his own place, where he would spend his nights. That’s when you found out all the seraphim’s sleep together, on the floor, with a thin cushion only. Compared to the devils, angels must have been real minimalists. To Raphael's dismay, Gabriel and Michael were also inside the building. You met Gabriel in the prayer room, where you almost got blinded by his halo. When your kidnapper saw him, he quickly tried to rush you out of the room, but Gabriel still noticed your presence.

“You brought Solomon’s descendant here? Why?” He shot you a glare, ready to put his scythe to use. You stared back all disgusted. “Don’t you dare, Gabriel. They belong to me.” He scoffed, and stood between you and the once-praying angel, to hide your form from his piercing gaze. The two of them were fighting like cats and dogs, basically not paying any attention to you anymore.

Which is why you took that opportunity to sneak away, tender steps as you backed out of the room. You aimlessly walked around their residence, exploring this new world, starting to pity their mundane lives. If you were to spend centuries in this boring place, where everything was white and monotone, you'd become a feral beast as well and probably lose your mind.

Like a miracle, you found something colorful, amid this white paradise. Carefully you stepped out of the building, into what seemed to be the garden. With a gentle swipe of your hand, you opened and closed the door, looking around to get familiar with your surroundings. There were flowers, everywhere, so many that it looked like straight out of a painting. It was simply beautiful. By the looks of it, this could be the garden of Eve that’s so infamous on earth, for this was a scenery so magnificent you didn’t anticipate it.

Heck, it looked a little out of place even, for so many colors to exist on this plain canvas that’s called heaven, as if god dropped a bucket of paint over this secret place. Slowly, you walked along the path to the huge apple tree in the middle. In front of it was a white pavilion, underneath it was a table with six chairs, but two of them had been stacked and pushed to the side.

“Beautiful…” you whispered breathlessly, eyes sparkling with admiration. There were so many kinds of flowers you’d expect the smell to be intense and intoxicating, but it wasn’t. This defied all logic, though you were kind of getting used to it by now. Only if you squeezed your eyes shut and focused solely on the smell, could you feel a sweet scent reach your nose, a scent you couldn’t quite describe. You tried to identify the smell and concentrated really hard, but to your surprise, you noticed a hint of sadness in the undertone of the scent.

Startled, you looked around, wondering if you were going crazy. Then you heard water flowing, no, to be more specific, someone watering the flowers. With even quieter steps, you approached the source of the noise and caught a glimpse of a figure with black hair. It must be Michael, you thought, and wanted to turn around and quickly leave before he tries to kill you, if not for him who mumbled, “Don’t run.” You froze in place, he didn’t even look up from the flowers, still tending to them.

You waited until he was done, nervously sweating as you clenched your hands. He wouldn’t kill you here, right? “Are you going to kill me?” Look at you, so bold, taking the initiative like this. Michael frowned, “Not here, I don’t want your filthy blood getting on my flowers.” So you were correct, Michael was the one who took care of those plants. “Ah.., ermm, understandable, those flowers are very pretty.”

The angel still had that distinct scorn on his face and a breath of arrogance, but he was beautiful nonetheless. His black hair stood out among all the colors, and the feathers of his wing that fluttered softly in the wind, as well as his right cheek which still hasn’t stopped crying. “Obviously they'd be pretty, I’m personally tending to them. Now get out, you are lucky I’m busy.” He walked past you, shoving you to the side and almost making you fall into the flowerbed, before filling up the watering can.

You stared at him emptily, then walked to the pavilion and sat down on one of the chairs, leaning back and watching him. “What do you think you are doing?” Michael then groaned, shooting you a furious look. “I’m looking at the flowers," You answered defiantly. “I thought I told you to get out—”

“Y/n!” Raphael’s voice rang through the garden, and he ran, almost tripping over Michael who was hovering near the entrance. “Urgh- don’t stand in my way, Michael.” When the black-haired angel heard that, he flared up, and his wing also flapped around very quickly, “Bloody hell Raphael, I was here first.” Quickly you stumbled across the yard and stopped the fight from escalating, grabbing the arm of the red angel, “Don’t fight, don’t fight, I’m here Rara. So, where did you want to take me?”

Raphael gave the other angel a final glare, before turning to you, "I haven't shown you your bedroom yet, come." Afterward, he walked away without looking back, holding your hand in his. Your gaze lingered on Michael for a while, longer than intended, before eventually turning around and following the much too enthusiastic boy.

That was your first day in heaven, and the days that followed weren’t all that different. It has become your daily routine to come to the garden, every single day. You were simply infatuated by the exotic flowers, and frankly, because you were curious about Michael. Why was he so dead on taking care of these flowers? Did he like pretty things, or was this simply his hobby? Every day, without fail, you’d bring some snacks and drinks with you and enjoy them under the pretty pavilion. Sometimes, more often than not, you’d be accompanied by Raphael as well.

Michael didn’t like that one bit, but since this garden belonged to all three seraphim’s, he couldn’t forbid Raphael from entering. Whenever you two spend time chatting and eating, he’d try to ignore you. Yet he couldn’t help but steal the occasional glances at the two of you being all lovely dovely. If you were to meet his face during these moments, he'd have an expression of pure disgust on his face, though he would never look away. Sometimes he also stares with an expression that wasn't disgust, it was something you couldn't put your finger on.

Particularly so when you’d pat and stroke Raphael on the head, hug him goodbye, or have him lay his head on your lap while you laugh all carefree. There was something about it, that seemed way too familiar, so intimate that it made him reminisce.

Back to the present, this time you came to the garden alone, which was rare, but not unusual. Michael hovered on the ground, the watering can placed next to him, he found it to be insane how used he’s gotten to your presence. Normally, he'd immediately luge for you and try to murder you, but now he's tolerating you for the sake of Raphael. You walked up to the angel, squatting, looking at the same batch of flowers he was looking at. He frowned at you for a split second, before turning his gaze back to the flowers.

“They are pretty, what’s their name?” You eventually asked, after admiring them for a good second. The flower had a pure white color, it hung from the thin stem, looking like multiple little bells. Michael stayed quiet for a moment, a gentle breeze running through his silky long hair, making them fly up a little. His soft feathers moved gently, proof of how soft they must be, you felt an impulse to reach out and touch them. He pondered over if he wanted to talk to the likes of you, then answered, “Lily of the valley.”

After hearing his answer, your eyes widened, you didn’t expect him to actually reply to you, and so calmly as well, it almost made you flustered. Wanting to continue the conversation, you quickly chirped, “Ah- it’s a pretty name.. erm, do these flowers have a meaning?” His head hung low when you voiced that question, the scent of sadness tickled your nose again.

Since you’ve spend so much time in the garden, you’ve come to understand it was the scent of Michael, who cried all the time. He debated with himself whether or not he should tell you, it was a little too intimate to tell strangers after all, yet there was something about you that made him feel weirdly at ease, and he whispered almost inaudibly, “They remind me of someone.” You didn’t need to ask twice to understand who he meant, instead, you chuckled. The boy grabbed your collar with an angry expression, and snapped, “What are you laughing at?”

You didn’t resist and explained, “Nothing, I’m not making fun of you. It was a bittersweet laugh.” Michael hesitated, the hand clutching your collar trembled slightly. “What do you mean.” He demanded, not even really asking. “It’s just… there’s someone I know who also plants flowers to remember his loved ones.” His grip loosened, and he pulled his hand back, you could swear you noticed his tears flow a little faster. “I think I know the name of the flower as well, it was— gardenia.”

He was a smart man, even if you beat around the bush he was fully aware of the person you meant. Seeing as you got him on your hook, it was time to spill the tea, just for the drama effect. You weren't sure where you were going with this, though you've always wanted to help these forsaken brothers, even if just a little, “but you know, he was a clumsy man. Even though he was the one who told me the name of the flower, he'd mistakenly call the flower ‘Michael’. What a silly man.”

Suddenly Michael darted towards you, tripping you over. You tried your best to not damage any of the plants around you, hands kept to your chest as the male got on top of you, pinning your head between his arms. Your head luckily didn't hit the stone floor, though his weight was a little uncomfortable. That's when you heard him scream, “Stop… acting like him..!”

“Hu-huh..?” The confusion was undeniable in your tone, and you tried to look at the man who was hovering over you. His hair blocked your sight, tickled your skin, and then wet droplets splashed onto your face. Were these... tears? Ah, probably from his- hold up, he was crying with both eyes. You gawked, surprised by his vulnerable emotional state. Guess angels were only neglected children after all. Gently, you brushed his hair to the side, seeing his eyes become watery and spilling hot tears.

Contrary to what you expected, he didn't deny your touch but instead leaned into it. His voice was quivering ever so little as he stated, “You knew from the start, didn’t you? So why.. why did you.. you and Raphael, you two..” his sobbing increased, blurring his sight with his tears. In the end, he stopped pinning you to the ground and straddled your lap.

With lingering doubts, you sat up, watching him wipe his tears with his now equally wet sleeves. You didn't know what came over you when you whispered subconsciously, “Beautiful.” It was what you thought at that moment, your most honest feelings. He stopped for a moment to look at you, then smiled bitterly, muttering, “You two are similar even in that regard..." Suddenly he hugged you, wrapping his arms around your neck and holding onto your back, clenching your clothes tightly.

Without missing a beat, he nuzzled into your neck, sobbing into your shoulder, all quietly, only the occasional hiccup could be heard slipping from his puffy lips. You knew all he needed was a shoulder to cry on, so you patted the back of his head, stroking through his soft locks, using your other hand to grab his waist. “It’s alright. And let me tell you something, I know Lucifer loves you just as dearly as you do." To your surprise he rubbed his wet cheek against yours, then turned to look at you, “…I guess you weren’t doing it on purpose?”

He had a meek smile on his face, an almost embarrassed expression. The tears didn’t stop flowing, though it seemed he calmed down a little. “I don’t know what you mean?” You retracted your hand from the back of his head and wiped his tears away. The angel stared at your fingers for a moment, then leaned even closer to you, uttering, “Lucifer Hyeong would have kissed them away.” For the next few seconds, you froze.

Why did he tell you that...? Was he hinting at you to do the same? Does that mean he thought you were similar to Lucifer?

“May I ask why you think so?” The question was a little out of pocket, but he knew what you tried to ask him. “You know what I... miss about Hyeong?" He looked down, clenching his teeth, muscles tensing before relaxing them again to finish his sentence, "Everything, I-I miss his laughter, his hugs, his soft strokes- And guess what you've been doing in front of me?” You went quiet at the last part, this time you knew exactly what he meant without further explanation.

Though you truly weren't doing it to spite him or with other ulterior motives, you were simply being yourself. The look you had was indescribable, it wasn’t quite pity, but more a cocktail of many emotions. “You…” he began once again, stopping to take a deep, shaky breath, to calm his erratic heart and stop the sobbing, before continuing, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I didn't mean to appear identical to-” you didn’t get the chance to end your speech when he interrupted you, “don’t you dare speak with my brother’s tone, while looking and acting like him.” At this point, you didn’t even know what to do, how could it be that everything you did reminded him of that person? Furthermore, you feared he was starting to have a twisted and possibly delusional image of you, to make you his substitute for Lucifer. You were sick of playing house after all that ordeal with the devils— especially Sitri.

All in all, no matter how similar their image of you and the person they meet in their dream is, you could never become the same. You were your own person, and not whatever others wanted you to be. The only thing you could think of doing was to somehow comfort him, this beautiful man who didn’t understand his own feelings, in a way his dearest older brother would never. So you hugged him, pulling him into a tight embrace, something he desperately wanted and needed.

The results were him crying even more frantically, weeping like a baby bird while he cried out, “I missed you so much, brother.” You didn't like his choice of words. After a while, you said silently, like a soft exhale of air that grazed his ears, “I’m not Lucifer.”

His grip on you tightened, but nothing else happened until you commented, "And I'm not your brother or Hyeong." The angel whined out, “Stop..” yet you didn’t, you followed your statement up with, “Not to mention I doubt Lucifer will ever come back to heaven.” Micheal looked like he was devastated, unable to accept the truth, he was basically begging you now as he yelled, “S-stop! I demand you to stop talking—” You shifted in your seat, now grabbing his wrists with one hand, “Michael, I think the reason he left is because it’s time for you to move on.”

He stayed completely still, arms now placed above his head, cheeks, and nose completely red while he wore this lost look in his eyes. “I’ll say it again, I’m not Lucifer. No matter how I act, I won’t be able to give you the same solace as he does.” Slowly, you guided his wrist to your lips, and bit down, leaving behind a red mark and a flustered Michael. He whimpered at the pain, taking his sweet time to snap back to reality as if he wanted to stay in his own fantasy world. “I can at most comfort you in other ways.” You then added, holding him closer with your free hand.

The boy didn’t struggle anymore, his pupils shook slightly, cheeks rosy as he hid it behind his wing. His face has been decorated with those pretty, shiny water droplets, some even dried off already. “W-what..?” Before he could prepare himself for what you had in store for him, you guided his body to move back and forth on your lap. He almost shrieked at the sudden movement, and then he stared at you with a baffled look.

If he had to describe it, it felt like he was riding a horse, but why were you doing this? Rubbing his metallic chastity belt against your skin, wasn't it uncomfortable? “Hold on to me.” You then said, and he became even more confused. Nonetheless, he obliged all obediently, grabbing your shoulders but taking care to not use too much strength.

This shift in behavior wasn’t because of you, he was still seeing you as that person, as him. With gritted teeth, you pulled down the zipper to his pants, and his cheeks flushed immediately. “Wait! What do you think you are doing?!!” He screamed, obviously not prepared for that bold move of yours. The boy was being so loud your eardrums almost exploded.

Judging by his reaction, you were achieving the effect you wanted, breaking down his idolized version of you, “I’m guessing Lucifer never taught you sex education~?” You joked and stared at his chastity belt. It’s the second one you’ve seen, the first one was Raphael’s. This one looked a little different in shape and color, it was golden, like most of the accessories of Michael. Despite it being a few weeks already, you still remembered clearly how you unlocked that device, which is why it didn’t take long until you freed the poor member of the male from its cage.

Michael stared down at you, unmoving, eyes widened while being as red as a tomato. When he heard the click of the lock, he felt his heart leap for a second. “No- no way.. you opened this? So easily?” He blushed and seemed slightly disgusted by the looks of his erection, which was leaking glowing precum down his shaft. This is also his first time seeing his dick, you almost forgot about the fact, that angels are basically all virgins. Gosh, how cute~

With one pull, you threw his chastity belt to the side, staring at his half-erect dick. “Yep. And- oh my? You are way bigger than your brother?” To be honest, you weren’t even sure if you were impressed or terrified. Michael hid his face with the back of his palm, thighs instinctively trying to squeeze close when a gust of wind blew against his now fully hard cock, though of course there weren't any results, considering he was straddling your thighs.

“No, d-don’t look..! No one should... expect god…” more tears swelled up in his eyes, he was also embarrassed at doing it outside, here so many people could catch you two. It would be blasphemy if anyone saw him in this state, he'd probably rip off his own wings and join his brother in hell if that happened! Knowing that you almost felt bad for him, for all these sexually frustrated and very much depraved creatures.

“Shh, don’t worry, I’ll just help you jack one off. You’ll feel much better afterward.” With that being said, you got to work. Fingers sinking into his smooth flesh, moving him around on your thigh, making him rub the underside of his most intimate parts against your clothes legs. It felt so rough against his perfect and soft skin, and on top of all of it, it felt so weird and so hot. He mewled, unable to fathom all these sensations, eyes searching for some guidance from you. Though you deliberately ignored him, gliding him across your thigh, trying to stimulate the male.

He began trashing around, resisting, pushing you away while crying out, "No! H-hyeong would never do something sinful like this..!! You stop these.. unholy and inappropriate acts!" You only laughed in response, asking teasingly, "But tell me, Michael, doesn't this feel good?" Completely treating his request like some passing breeze, feeling grateful that he was still capable of making his own judgment.

"I- no, I'm not answering you?! Are you trying to slander my brother?" He sounded just a tiny bit angry with you, trying hard to ignore the building arousal in his lower abdomen. "No, I never claimed to be him. Do you understand what I'm getting at, Michael?" His mouth hung open, as if he wanted to say something, yet not a single word escaped his throat. On the other hand, a series of moans and choked-out whimpers reached your ears. "Nghh... ahHh- I, s-still, sto- hnNghhh!"

Not good, he was being swept up by those hellish sentiments, by the temptations of the flesh. Why did it have to feel so hot, and be so brain-numbing? Poor birdy could barely think straight after all that edging on your part. You were way too perverted and too much of a tease to be his kind and gentle Hyeong!

"Y-y/n...! Please, I-I don't want this... it's scary, stop..!" At last, he resulted to pleading, unable to deal with the weight of his emotions clashing and fighting internally. It was the truth that he sought comfort by your hands and wanted you to fill the hole in his heart, but then you went ahead and turned the table at him. He didn't want to be touched by someone who wasn't god... and Lucifer. He also didn't want his first sexual encounter to be with you, or if it had to be done, out in the open in a place like this, where he'll defile all these pure and pretty flowers.

"Don't touch me..!" Even though he was so deadbeat on his mindset, he didn't try to push you away, was it out of consideration for the flowers or because he didn't dare hurt you after seeing Lucifer in you? No, hardly so, you could see right through his facade. He was probably thinking about how awful this situation was, but you knew he was lying to himself.

To prove your point, you stopped, leaning back and using your arms to support yourself off the ground, you apologized almost half-heartedly, "Alright, sorry then, I won't touch you. So, you do as you see fit. Climb off if that's what you truly want." Once again you surprised the angel with your actions, he didn't think you'd be so willing.

Only when you stopped pleasuring him he noticed that he actually missed the bubbly and warm feeling of your touch or that his erection was throbbing almost painfully so. He glanced down in disbelief, humiliation filling his senses. If he had to be blunt he had absolutely no idea how to react to this, so he did the only thing he could think of, doing whatever you did. Mind you his brain was already turned into mush due to all the tension from before.

Skeptically, he rolled his hips along your thighs, squeezing his lips shut in a poor attempt to stiffen his moans. At this rate, he was going to overstimulate himself since he didn't know what he was doing. Pride thrown out of the window while he bit back his shame, desperately grinding against you with that flushed look on his face. Small, muffled whines still seeped through his almost, almost water-tight defense. "Don't you dare... say anything... mhm!!"

He knew how hypocritical he was being, doing exactly what he apparently ‘hated’, that's why he didn't want to hear any mean comments from You. But his body moved on its own, he couldn't stop chasing after his own bliss. Why did it have to feel so good anyway? To drag his cock along your thigh, grinding his pre into your clothes... You watched the show unfold with attentive eyes, smirking as if you were saying, "Told ya". His grip on your shoulders got tighter, almost painful to bear.

Then he laid his forehead against the crook of your neck, body shivering tremendously while he groaned, "I-I... bloody hell... you did this to me." That angelic voice of his grazed your skin, hot and laced with need. "I don't know why I'm.. hngg, reacting l-like this..." He continued, egging you on, not getting to the point. "So, what are you getting at?" Again, you were aware of what he wanted from you, but you wanted to hear it from him personally.

“What I mean is- you... you take over!” Suddenly he leaned back to stare right into your eyes, he was still crying from both eyes. This time you were sure it wasn't due to his self-pity and sadness. You reached out for his cheek, cupping his face. His skin was hot, so much so that your hand felt ice cold against him. He leaned into your touch, lips squeezed into a pout, brows furrowed as he held his gaze low. "I thought you didn't like it?" You cooed, rubbing his tears away with your thumb.

Michael stayed quiet, he couldn't argue with that, he was the one that desperately pushed your touch away. That's why he just slumped back against you, mumbling, "P-please... I don't like— this heat either... make it go away..." Just to mess with him some more, you hummed, tilting your head to the side, "Hmm, I don't know, can't you do it yourself?" Now the angel was gritting his teeth, you wondered if you went too far. Much to your surprise, he pulled you into a deep, clumsy kiss.

The salty taste of his tears grazed your lips, his tongue messily stumbled into your mouth and he slurped and swindled it around aimlessly. You stayed still for a second, partly due to you getting startled, as well as you being in awe about how bad he was at kissing. Perhaps it was his first kiss, how cute, he's willingly gifting it to you. Since he has given you something so valuable, you had to show him a good time now, ain't that right?

Slowly, to not scare him, you moved your tongue as well, meeting his eager kiss with a smile on your lips. Closing your eyes to fully immerse yourself, only after seeing the embarrassed look on his blushy features. While he was distracted, you placed your graceful fingers around his slim waist again, giving him little instruction on what to do. Then, once he got into a rhythm, you moved your leg to meet his thrusts.

His heat and wetness already seeped through your pants, soaking your skin with his sticky substances. Yet you didn't bother, focusing solely on him and his pleasure. After a few sucks on your side, against his willing body, he started moaning into the kiss. Long, drawn-out moans that ended with a high-pitched whine for more, "ahhnnngh.. mhmm-uhm!!"

His hips suddenly jerked forwards, his poor cock was leaking and twitching helplessly, wagging around like some kind of tail. The neglect was impossible to overlook. May it be for his red, swollen tip that was decorated with glistening pearls of pre, or his bulging veins that looked like they were about to pop, it didn't matter. All he knew was he wanted more of this ecstatic, hypnotizing feeling that only you could provide.

Gradually, his movements became faster and more sloppy, your grip on him was so tight that his skin bruised. He choked, gagging on your tongue, throwing his head back to break the kiss. This was too much, too intense..! That poor birdy needs a break, or his brain will melt! Despite that, you grabbed him by his wing and forced him to stay still, lips crashing against his again. The feeling of your hand on his wing only intensified his pleasure, making him more erratic as electricity coursed through him.

You weren't done nor satisfied yet, hence you shoved your tongue down his throat again. "Mffhhmm!! ♡♡~! Y/n- I- nghhH..!!" This sensation, of something tingling inside him, threatened to burst at any rate. How was he supposed to hold himself back? All resistance fell on deaf ears and crumbled, and he felt himself being brought over the edge of bliss and sanity. For a moment that was supposed to be forbidden for him, or downright sinful, he felt strangely warm inside.

He hadn't felt this fuzzy and at ease for a long time, and so, he did what his instincts told him, he embraced the feeling. Tears poured from his eyes like little waterfalls, his face ruined to the point of being unrecognizable, and his wing flapping around in a pathetic attempt to balance out the pleasure. He grabbed a fistful of your clothes, almost digging holes into them as he relentlessly rode your thigh. He felt weak, so powerless like never.

His knees have been shaking for quite some time now. If it wasn't for your hands on his hips, he would have slumped forward and fallen into your embrace, that was how weak he was. More sweet whispers of pleasure slipped from his swollen lips, sending a tingle down your spine. "Hmmm... m' su-sumthin's cummin'..!♥︎♡!!" Michael tried to warn you, head so empty he couldn't form proper sentences. Not to mention you were still making out with him, rendering it almost impossible for him to speak coherently.

His dick twitched around a few times again, the tip was rather rubbing against your belly than your thighs, leaving behind strings of pre in its wake. Finally, after an eternity of tension and promised pleasures, he felt himself reaching his limit. The feeling was nothing he had ever experienced before, he couldn't even try to put it into words that was how mind-blowing it was. With one last meek try to warn you, which ended up sounding more like a high-pitched shriek of bliss and pure, primal ecstasy, he came all over the two of you.

“MhNMHHH~ aaAhHHnNNGGh♡♡♥︎♡♥︎～!!” Tridal waves of pleasure surged through his veins, making him shudder due to the intensity. His toes curled, wing flapping uncontrollably as thick ropes of white cum spurt out of his way too-overstimulated dick. It splattered across your clothes, and his as well. Judging by the amount of glowing fluids he shot out, he must have been pent up. Once again, you took the first orgasm ever of an angel, and it felt weirdly fun.

All this pleasure was too much for an inexperienced virgin angel like him~ his mind basically blanked out during his ejaculation, causing him to whimper and groan like some animal in heat, "Ah- uhm.? Nghh, uh-hnggh ♥︎♡♡!" He never knew there was pleasure like this, this amazing and tingly. It was just like the day he lost his eye.

You weren't even sure what he was trying to say, maybe nothing, maybe insults, whatever it was you didn't really care. Instead, you were fascinated by how different yet similar his reaction was to Raphael's. So it was true that angels were as bland as their buildings, with no real knowledge of what the pleasures of the flesh meant. You smiled, looking at his wrecked face. Still as red as ever, with dried-out tears stuck to his skin, and drool hanging out of his mouth, he has never looked more beautiful.

His wing has also calmed down, it was almost limping next to his head. Eyes still a little unfocused as he slowly regained his clarity, moving his hand to his face to rub his puffy eyes. That silky, untangled hair was a little messy more, and his clothes wrinkled. "That was a little too much stimulation for your first, huh?" You joked, and he didn't have the strength to give you a sassy answer, but he glared at you nonetheless. It was more of an I'm-too-tired-for-this glare than anything else though.

You didn't move from your spot, not wanting to rush him, giving him enough time to collect himself until he deemed himself ready to stand up from your lap. In the meantime, you noticed that the sad scent that radiated from him has dissipated, at least for now. Somehow, you felt really proud of yourself for that, smiling under your breath as you placed a kiss on his forehead.

Michael squeezed his eyes with a pout but didn't resist. His argument or defense for himself was that he was too worn out and tired, for now, and that he had enough opportunities to kill you in the future. It was nothing else but excuses, considering angels are just delusional beings at their core. As soon as he stood up on his wobbly legs, you wanted to ask how he was doing, that's when Raphael emerged from behind the doorframe.

His head peeked into the garden as he smirked darkly, mischievously even. "Pff, you look like a horny beast, Michael. Was it fun, screaming so loud I could hear your disgraceful moaning from miles away?" You stared at the blond angel with a skeptical look, he was acting as if he didn't act just the same. Then, he turned to you and said, "Anyway, y/n, you, come with me. I have something to show you." Now he stood in the doorframe with his entire figure, leaned against it.

You stood up from where you were previously sitting, and answered all carefree as you walked past him, "Okay ~ lemme get changed first." Raphael made way for you when you walked by and nodded in acknowledgment. Once you were gone, he made eye contact with his dear brother and had a slight scorn on his face. Michael frowned back at him, brushing off the dust from his clothes, even though there were bigger problems about his appearance than that. Like his disheveled hair, or the traces of shining cum on his shirt.

“What, don't like the fact they aren't only yours?” After a quick glaring contest, Michael spoke up, a sneer present in his voice. He got closer to Raphael, now standing right in front of him, crossing his arms around his chest. Though it seemed he had recovered very quickly, his legs and knees were still a little uneasy. "...I can't say I'm pleased with it, but they are free to do as they wish." The Blondie said, averting his gaze for a split second.

“How unusual of you, sharing was never your strong point.” The black-haired seraphim commented. A snarky laugh erupted from the red angel, and he scoffed, "You are one to talk." Afterward, he turned around, waving his hand as if to say goodbye, "It's a shame that I'm not the only angel who has experienced god's given pleasure now, but oh well, I'm still their first, remember it well." With that, Raphael disappeared into the building, leaving Michael standing at the entrance to the garden, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth.

Tags: @shianarou @ghostiegirl56 @thisisnotangel @ghostgoosygoose @aghrentroplayer @i-dont-fooken-know @chuuya-brainrot @allyfoxglove @thigh-o-saur @fallenthemisticalyingyang @fem-dom-roze

Nini!rant 2.0:

I found many different translations for the meaning of the mentioned flowers, but these are the ones that I liked best.

Lily of the valley: purity, happiness, nostalgia, sadness, pain, death

According to the bible, lily of the valley is most infamously mentioned in the Song of Solomon (2:11). It’s also sometimes used as a metaphor or comparison to Jesus Christ, due to its sweet scent and white colour (Ephesians 5:2). White, which is knows to be a sin-free colour, used to describe a person without sin -> Michael still sees luci as a person without sin

There’s also a saying that lilies are the tallest of flowers, but hangs its head down, symbolising humbleness (Philippians 2:6~8). Also it’s supposed to have a lot of medical qualities, so it fits lucifer, who’s a healer.

Gardenia: purity, harmony, sweetness, joy, secret love

Here, it’s also qualities and things lucifer wishes for Michael. Like harmony, joy. Then, how he sees him and thinks about him. I thought it’d be cute haha

I choose them very carefully, there was quite a lot of thought behind them, that’s why it got its own special mention here :]

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ninibeingdelulu · 8 months ago

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When he want your attention…

ft. meguru bachira, rin itoshi, seishiro nagi, michael kaiser

Meguru Bachira craves your attention like a hyper kid bouncing off the walls. He'll act out wild soccer replays for you, rambling nonstop about team gossip and hijinks while clinging to your arm looking for constant reassurance those big puppy dog eyes have your full focus.

If you even glance away, Meguru amps up the loud voices and exaggerated gestures until he wrestles your adoring gaze back on his animated displays. Just basking in that makes him even more giddy and effusive, each chuckle or nod fueling his need to keep you captivated as his one-person audience.

Rin Itoshi rules your attention through sheer presence and intimidating arrogance. Those piercing eyes scope you out, maintaining dismissive aloofness while low-key forcing everyone to feel his gravitational pull through imposing posture and razor-edged insults needling at you.

If he senses you drifting, Rin escalates the physical invasiveness stepping into your space while mocking sneers and belittling taunts compel you to confront his suffocating aura unavoidably demanding your complete focus again on the alpha male - whether you want to admit it or not.

Seishiro Nagi plays it cool and laidback seducing your eyes onto him without realizing it. He doesn't demand attention directly, just wanders around oozing this hypnotic detached charisma pulling your sights his way.

Seishiro intentionally lounges and poses in ways carefully calibrated to lure your roaming gaze locked onto his casually irresistible movements and chiselled physique. Finished off with knowing smirks acknowledging your helpless captivation by that subtle sultry command over you.

Michael Kaiser strong-arms your eyeballs his way through pure brooding intensity and cold dominance. Those smoldering stares and statuesque physique force themselves uncompromisingly into your sightlines, his mere presence screaming that you better start venerating him already.

He lashes dismissive scowls and verbal disses destroying any resistance, narcissistically scandalized you'd dare let your obsession over his perfection waver. Michael doesn't need force - his psychological mastery over your desires owns you completely through that irresistibly supreme charismatic aura.

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itostea · 2 years ago

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bllk boys with a shy!reader

disclaimers: suggestive in some parts, reader wears a dress in Kaiser’s part (i have no idea if someone did headcanons with a shy reader already but credits to whoever started it)

pt. 2

Shidou:

He’s going to have a field-day with you, good luck…

He was already touchy before you started dating but now it’s twice as much

Always hugging you and biting you to relish in how embarrassed you get

He thinks it’s so cute when you stutter out a protest but end up doing nothing to stop him

Bro is always slapping your ass 💀

He thinks he’s so funny whenever you scream at him all embarrassed to stop because his hits actually sting 😭

You actually learned when he’s about to go for the hit but you can’t even dodge because bros hand swings at the speed of light

DIRTY JOKES

He’s got such a foul mouth and you literally have to hide your face in his shirt whenever he starts opening his mouth

Oh god one time ygs were watching a movie and a R18 scene was playing

He did not shut up.

“Babe doesn’t this remind you of the time we fucked in the–”

Cue to you throwing a pillow at his face and hiding your face in your hands

He’s a demon though so he literally pounced on you and let’s just say ygs did NOT finish the movie 😦

Will fight anyone who gets to see you embarrassed though because that’s reserved only for him teehee

Isagi:

I feel like he’s so understanding about how shy you are that it makes you shyer

Like he’s literally SOOO bf material and he’s so patient with you

Okay but he’s also unaware that he has natural rizz

You’ll be doing your make-up, feeling his eyes on you and when you ask why he’s looking at you like that, he just responds with a “just admiring how pretty you are”

HE’S SO EHFPWEFWE

And he flirts with you subconsciously but he secretly loves it when you get all shy on him

Everytime that happens you just cover your face while he laughs gently, trying to pry your hands away from your face so he can see you

“C’mon look at me”

GAHHHHH I CAN’T

Sae:

He thinks your shyness is actually quite refreshing

It’s not normal for him to see someone so shy when he’s used to trash talk 24/7

Pretends he thinks it’s a hassle but secretly loves it

Goes “really now?” whenever you explode from embarrassment and he feels his lips curl in amusement whenever you stutter out a complaint

Whenever you start rambling because you’re still embarrassed he just places his hand on your head and gives it a smiles that says “yeah I get it now”

He’s so cool it just makes you get even more bashful

Sleepy Sae = touchy Sae

You’re going to be battling demons whenever he starts hugging you closer to him in the morning

Oh god and when his biceps wrap around your waist as he nuzzles his face in your neck

PLEASE JUST ONE CHANCE RAHHHH

Michael:

Like Shidou… he’s gonna love teasing you

His routine is literally wake up, play soccer, flame his teammates, go home, and tease you just because

Like when he’s in the middle of flaming the shit out of his teammates (I’m sorry Ness) he’ll suddenly be hit by a memory of you and then starts smiling to himself

His team thinks he’s bipolar 💀💀

Calls you nicknames like “darling” “sweetheart” or “liebe” so he can get you nervous for him

Has no shame so he literally walks around the house with no shirt on

You’d be running in the opposite direction and you can hear his gremlin laugh from the other side of the house

Jk I think his laugh would be cute 😍

Sometimes ygs will go shopping and he’s in the fitting room waiting for you to show him a dress or two

Bro tells you to twirl and praises you with the most poetic rizz ever

Like you didn’t even think he was capable of doing that but you learned he was.

Just laughs whenever you hide your face with your hands and ushers you to go try on the other dresses

In conclusion he’s a menace around you but trust me he’s only doing it bc he’s in love with you!

#michael kaiser x reader #michael x reader #shidou x reader #shidou ryuusei x reader #bllk x reader #bllk #blue lock x reader #blue lock #isagi x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #sae x reader #itoshi sae x reader #michael kaiser #isagi yoichi #sae itoshi #shidou ryusei

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lumiambrose · 7 months ago

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kaiser x reader, watching his practice

kaiser knows he’s being watched, he always does, especially when it’s your eyes on him. bm was having one of their open practice sessions today where members of the public could watch the upcoming stars and their raw potential. of course, the training grounds tonight were filled to the brim. you being the amazing partner you are, decided to drop by with some of your friends, all fully enjoying the show being put on.

he feels your eyes on him as he dances across the field almost too easily. each step, each turn, calculated, a display of his sheer talent and confidence. and he knows damn well he looks good doing it.

you sit on the sidelines with your friends, trying to focus on your current debate over the very important topic of who's hotter, chris prince or noel noa, but to no avail you were constantly distracted by his presence. honestly, it’s hard not to watch him, especially when he keeps glancing your way, a smirk tugging at his lips every time he catches your eye.

“show-off,” you mutter under your breath, your friends giggling in response, knowing you damn well love it. i mean, you can’t really deny the flutter in your chest whenever he looks your way.

kaiser, displeased with your reaction, decides to take it up a notch. he calls for the ball, dribbling it effortlessly between his feet before using his kaiser impact to score into the top corner of the net. the crowd is applauding and going wild, but kaiser only has eyes for you, raising an eyebrow as if to say, “did you see that?”

you roll your eyes, but the smile tugging at your lips betrays you.

“come on, kaiser! stop flirting and get back to practice!” one of his teammates calls out, laughter in his voice.

kaiser just shrugs, jogging back to his position, but not before blowing you a sly kiss. you feel your face heat up, quickly burying into the shoulder of your friend to hide your blush.

practice continues, but kaiser’s attention is split between the drills and you. he loves showing off, especially when you’re watching. kaiser wants your entire being to be consumed by him. he wants your eyes on him and him alone. whenever he catches your watching him, a fire is lit up inside of him, making him play even better.

as the session comes to an end, kaiser slowly makes his way over to you and your little group, wiping the sweat off his forehead with his jersey, flashing his abs, doing absolute wonders on you and his audience.

“enjoy the show?” he asks, a teasing lilt to his voice.

you look up, finally facing him with a smirk. “maybe a little. you weren’t too bad out there.”

he laughs, running a hand through his damp hair. “only ‘not too bad’? i’ll have to try harder next time, schatz.”

you shake your head, standing up and stretching. “you’re impossible, you know that?”

he steps closer, his eyes glinting mischievously. “only because you make me want to be.”

before you can respond, he pulls you into a deep kiss, full of desire. it’s enough to leave you breathless, and as he pulls away, you can see the satisfaction in his eyes.

“come on,” he says, grabbing your hand. “let’s get out of here.”

you quickly apologise to your friends as you scurry off. hand in hand, you can’t help but feel a sense of pride when it comes to kaiser. his antics are nothing new, never ceasing to give you a headache, but you can’t help but feel the utmost happiness for him. and god are you proud to be his.

god i hate writing the endings of fics.

anyways "schatz" -> darling (literally translated: treasure)

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another-lost-mc · 1 year ago

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Got any thots/ideas in wing kink for Luci, Simeon, or anyone with wings?

a/n: there's a few different types of wings among the cast, but I think they're all unique and worth talking about!

wing headcanons

featuring: lucifer, mammon, asmodeus, beelzebub, diavolo, simeon, raphael, michael (and any oc with wings)

0.7k words | nsfw | suggestive

cw: wing kink implied. sexual situations and predator/prey kink mentioned. the predator/prey kink section is after the divider if you prefer not to read that part.

One of the first signs of trust is the casual affection he shows you when his wings are revealed. He might not always reach for your hand in public, especially if he's a bit more reserved by nature. However, what you do feel is the soft sensation of his wing brushing against your side when you walk beside him. He doesn't even mean to do it at first. It's like his wing naturally extends itself to curl around your back or glide against your arm. It's an unconscious gesture motivated by his feelings for you.

He might ask you to help with his wing care next. If he has wings made of feathers, he sits patiently while you preen them. You're especially careful when you straighten the feathers that look stuck out of place. Your hands are coated with a special oil that keeps his wings soft and protected from harsh wind and cool rain. It's a ritual for both of you now, one that often leads to grateful kisses and quickly descends into passionate lovemaking. Preening his wings was something he didn't enjoy doing by himself, or he reluctantly asked others to help him. Now that he has you, he craves the intimacy of it.

Leathery wings don't require the same level of care, but your lover is still grateful when you try to make him feel pampered and cared for. Sometimes stroking the edge of his wings feels ticklish. Sometimes it sends little bolts of desire shooting through his body straight to his cock. You never know whether he's going to laugh and squirm away from your hands, or if he's going to spin around and pin you underneath him.

Beelzebub's wings are thin and extremely sensitive, and he doesn't like it when they're touched. You are a rare exception. He trusts that you won't hurt the delicate wings that sit against his back. It feels nice when you gently run your fingers along the very edges. He rewards your gentleness and understanding with hungry kisses and greedy hands that rid you of all your annoying clothes.

As the crown prince, Diavolo's wings are particularly impressive and adorned with precious gold ornaments. He secretly likes it when you tease him about keeping the gilded gold pieces clean while you polish them to a glimmering shine. For special occasions, he'll even change them to a different metal that suits your preferences better—he wants to look his best for you. Don't be surprised when he offers you gifts of jewelry made with the same precious metals and jewels that match his own. He would love to see you wear them—and only them—the next time he invites you to spend the night.

Most of the time, fucking someone in his true form can be clumsy or awkward. He doesn't just let anyone touch their wings so intimately either. When you're intimate, he might purposefully reveal his wings. His wings wrap around your body and draw you close while he shields you from the world, protecting you when you're naked and vulnerable. (It also hides you from unworthy eyes that don't deserve to see you that way.) Sometimes his wings randomly appear in the height of passion, unfurling at his back when pleasure drives away all thought and reason except the singular desire to touch you. When his mind isn't clouded with lust, he looks a bit bashful that he lost control like that to begin with—it only happens when he's with you.

Another possibility is a little bit of predator/prey roleplay. Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to be hunted? Your winged lover is more than happy to indulge in this kink should you ask. The forests of the Devildom (or the human world) are perfect for this. He leads you there and urges you towards the tree line in front of you. He'll even give you a head start.

(You're going to need it.)

It begins when you finally run into the darkened woods with only glimpses of moonlight to illuminate your path. The smallest sounds are impossibly loud, echoing off the trees around you: a snapping twig, the crunch of fallen leaves under your feet, your own ragged, panted breaths. Sometimes you see movement from the corner of your eye and when you turn around, there's nothing there. What you do notice is the tree branch high above you shaking slightly, as if someone was just there and then launched himself back into the sky.

(He's toying with you.)

Adrenaline gives you one last burst of energy that propels your feet forward, and you keep running despite the burning in your lungs. The blood in your veins is laced with lust and fear in equal measure. It's not long before you finally hear it: the sound of wings slicing through the air and growing louder as he draws near. Do you hear the soft swish of feathers? The taut snap of leathery wings billowing against the wind? Or perhaps it's the bzzzt of wings fluttering rapidly at his back that quickens your pulse? Suddenly, his familiar silhouette looms above you and blocks the moon from view. You're pinned against his chest before you realize what's happening, and his arms (and sometimes wings) curl around your body. Greedy hands start to pull at your clothes as he crushes his lips against yours. The game is over, and you're finally his to claim.

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kumasakka · 7 days ago

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michael kaiser never learned how to love because he had a terrible and loveless childhood. so what if he actually thinks that, if he really falls in love with someone ( you ) , he needs to shower them with lots of love and affection. but what happens if that admiration turns into an obsession?

pls someone write a fic, oneshot IDK OR I'LL DO IT MYSELF. PLZ BLUE LOCK WRITERS, I BEG YOU 🙏

#❨🎐❩ 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 :: rambles.#bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock #michael kaiser #michael kaiser x reader #michael x reader #x reader #suggestion #michael #yandere michael kaiser #yandere michael #yandere blue lock #yandere blue lock x reader

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gilverrwrites · 1 year ago

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Their Perfect Date HCs [Angel edition]

Rating: General

Human Edition | Monster Edition

Please remember: There is strength in softness.

Cas

Absolutely brings you flowers.

Hear me out: fruit picking!

Something like strawberries

Spend the day outdoors in the sunny weather, chatting, walking, picking and comparing fruits.

Maybe a picnic at the end where you can refuel, and Cas can bask in the sun. Enjoy people/nature watching together.

Then you take him home and make your harvest into something; a pie, wine, jelly/jam.

Put him in a frilly apron and boop flour on his nose, he’s in love.

Cas won’t partake in the consumption, but he’ll enjoy watching you, and earnestly listen to your review.

Gabriel

Brings you chocolates/candy.

(Obviously, he has ideas, plans, and wants of his own, to a dangerous extent but) Gabe at his core just wants to impress you, don’t give him choices because he’s very much a ‘whatever you want’ kinda guy in those scenarios. His ideal date is whatever your ideal date is.

What do you want for dinner? ‘Whatever you fancy sugar’, your wish: my command.’ Do you prefer the red outfit, or the black? ‘I think you look smokin’ in both, pick whatever you feel good in.’ Do you want pasta or pizza? ‘I want a pizza you. Do you want pasta or pizza?’

Plus, he loves simultaneously using indecisiveness to wind you up and to force you to make decisions for yourself, to voice your own wants and needs.

Ultimately though, I think his ideal date would be something surprisingly simple.

Like a coffee date.

Or hot/boozy hot/chocolates and pancakes at a dessert restaurant.

Tell him about your proudest moments, your favourite everything, your biggest adventures, your fondest dreams, so he can soak you in.

He’ll tell you about his own escapades, drops some big names, about his early days on earth, and so on.

Somewhere you can spend hours chitchatting, sharing stories, and getting to know each other, while getting high on sugar and playing footsie under the table.

Jack

Isn’t sure which is most appropriate or which you would like most, so he brings you all the gifts! Chocolate, flowers, soft toys, you name it!

But then he gets nervous and thinks it’s too much, so he only gives you the flowers.

Until you’re halfway through your date, when things are just easy and relaxed. He confesses and gives you the other stuff at the end of your date.

As for the date itself it would be something classic but fun; bowling, mini golf, roller skating.

If it’s score-based, he won’t be competitive, but also will not let you win.

If the venue does food, and you’re struggling to pick he’ll order your second choice so the two of you can split and share.

Will find any excuse to try and hold your hand throughout.

Lucifer

Does not bring a gift. Come on, he’s all the gift you need.

Lucifer is not easy to take on a date. (He’s not easy in any regard really.) Especially when you take into account his distaste for all things human.

If he’s earnestly asked you on a date/agreed to a date, then the only salvageable factor is you. No pressure.

And it's not like he can just fly you away to another galaxy or something, cause you know, human bodies don’t tend to do well in the vacuum of space.

Plus, he’s so contraire you could spend hours listing ideas and he would bat down every single one. (Secretly loving every moment because he gets to spend time with you, making you laugh as he comes up with more and more ridiculous reasons to reject your ideas).

Really though, just take him with you on your daily routine, or even like, your ideal day. Let him bitch about all the humans in the grocery store, let him try your favourite foods, him laugh at the kid who dropped their ice cream, and let him watch you geek out at the book/video/hobby store without embarrassment. Just let him experience your true self, while letting him be his true self.

No policing him, just pure unadulterated freedom with the person he loves.

Michael

Brings you chocolates, but not like fancy ones. Adam advised that gifts were customary in human dating culture, but didn’t specify which kind, so he got you a selection of candy bars, the same kind that Adam seems to enjoy.

Something outdoorsy and active but with a view; Hiking, rock climbing, or even just a long walk on the beach.

Something where you can find a nice place to settle and watch the clouds and/or stars together.

If stargazing, he will teach you about the different constellations, their creation, and their stories.

Will be absolutely enamoured if you already know some of it and are able to have a back-and-forth conversation.

Adam also tried to teach him some other dating tricks, like fake stretching to put his arm around you, but that seems redundant. If he wants to put his arm around you, he will simply do so.

Short circuits a little when you lean in closer and rest your head on his chest/shoulder.

#supernatural angels #supernatural #supernatural lucifer #castiel #jack kline #supernatural gabriel #supernatural michael #spn #spn headcanon #castiel x reader #jack kline x reader #gabriel x reader #michael x reader #lucifer x reader #gilverrwrites

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domreaderheadcannonscenarios · 8 months ago

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(I don't know if this is considered to be a noncon but if it is, you can either delete this or informed me so I can rearrange something. I'm gonna tag this a one anyway)

CW: NON CON I think

since we now know that the Chasity belt's purpose, other than to show their devotion to god, but to keep them 'pure' in someway, aka from lust, I've been thinking....

After we manage to remove the belt, this make them prone towards the lust, and since they are a supernatural beings, they will started to gain HEAT CYCLE (let's make every non-human character go through heat, tht thought has been rotting in my mind🫣)

And since, in some way, they're 'innocent', They probably don't know what's truly going on into their body. Might even think that this is another challenge god gave them to pass. So who will they got through?

You, of course!

Imagine waking up in a middle night to see a figure on top of you, humping on your leg or kneeling on the floor with their head resting on your feet. Legs shaking and hips becoming jittery as they whimper 'help'. You can't see much as the room is still and so the person, but you can feel something wet patching on your covers.

Alright bye 🏃

WAIT CONE BACK- (YES ALL NON HUMANS NEED HEAT CYCLES—)

This is so good!! I love it so much!! Just so perfect! (also I slow dubcon, noncon esk stuff!)

It would make sense as to why they’d ‘need’ to stay locked in a cage to surpress desires, as once introduced there’s no undoing it. Once their heat cycle starts, there’s no undoing it, they are left suffering as no angel would know/be able to help their blight.

Then they realize you stirred maybe more than they were ready for, you have done what only their god could, and they are left trembling as they hunt you down and by the time they actually find you, you’re asleep in bed. They cant wait for you to wake up, who knows how long that’ll take?!! They need your help now!

They manage to get in without alerting anyone (even you) and they are in agony and don’t even know HOW to approach you for this. Is this a challenge like before? Should they plead or threaten for help? Should they even wake you..

Cw (all): Dubcon, heat cycles,

Gabriel

There’s something about seeing you sleeping peacefully that has his heart fluttering and he quickly approaches your figure, he’s trying to think how to wake you, but with the consistent ache from his cock he can’t think clearly. All he can think about is touching himself, grinding against whatever until the ache between his legs stops.

Before he makes it to your bed his knees gave out and he’s left kneeling near the edge of your bed. He’s groping himself as he lifts himself up enough to lean over your bed. He groans upon feeling his arousal brush against your bed, but the little friction he gets has him unable to think straight and he bucks against your bed’s edge.

Even as he hears the bed squeaking, watching you sleep, he cant help himself. It feels so good, you look so good…his heart aches as he once again deluded himself with your image matching his God…he goes faster, loudly moaning out praise for you.

You had started waking up to your bed shaking, you opened your eyes to see it’s still pitch black and as you turn you can see a man’s silhouette at the edge of your bed….humping it. This is Hell but…you haven’t had this issue yet.

“Satan?” You ask curiously, the individual instantly freezes, you lean down to grab him but as you get closer you freeze, actually seeing his face. “Gabriel!” You jumped back and hit the headboard. You knew he was probably pissed over the getting jerked off in public…but to hump your bed? Angels were weird.

“My Lord, I-I need you s-so badly, please!” He whined out as soon he realized you were awake and aware of him. He tugged on your blankets and climbed on the bed before you could react. “What you did before-again? P-please?” He grabbed your hand and shoved it between his legs so you could feel the swollen organ.

He mewled in bliss at just the thought that you’d ‘service’ him again. But you try to move away. “You came to Hell…for a handjob? Isn’t that dangerous?” He groans in response and rubs himself while waiting for you to help.

“H-hurts…won’t go down no matter how much it leaks, touching it isn’t enough…” You stared at him before reaching for the appendage, it jumps as soon as you make contact with it, it’s definitely engourged enough to cause some kind of pain to him. On impulse you squeeze it and to your amusement, pre bubbles were the swollen head of his cock rest.

Gabriel whimpered and bucked into your hand with a gasp. “You are really needy…” You are beginning to understand what’s wrong. “Oh you poor thing…you’re in heat…” You laugh a bit thinking how he’s a ‘pure’ being that now is blighted with a heat cycle. Angels weren’t supposed to have sex, so you supposed this is god’s punishment for his first orgasm.

Him wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close to him as he tries to grind against you. “D-do what you did before, d-damit! Touch it pllease!” He sobbed out, humping your hand desperately. Your own body was getting excited watching an angel humiliate himself for scraps of pleasure without hesitation. “You’re blessed, I need you! You’re all I can think of…”

You could see the same look in his eyes as you saw in the bar, when he was deluding himself into believing…that you’re his Lord…you don’t think now is a good time to correct him when he’s so hard he’s trembling in front of you.

You lazily grab his swollen cock and gave it a hard yank to force him into your lap. That should have hurt, but he mewls and a copious amount of pre spills onto your stomach. You think about punishing him but the sob he lets out upon you pinching his cock is a few pitches too high for your liking. “Oh, you’re more sensitive than I remembered.”

You didn’t mean it to insult him, but it seemed to have a effect as he bucks towards and drags his cock on your stomach as he lets out pathetic cries. You reach to stop him, but he freezes on his own and raises his hips off you. “I’m sorry!” He whines. “I, do as you wish to me just please, please help with…” He whimpered as you were left barely able to see as he’s kneeling above you with his cock hanging noticeably slick with its on pre.

The wet heat between your legs spikes at the realization he had stripped in the excitement and was now presenting his manhood as a form of submission. You force him to sit in your lap as you flip the position so he’s now on his back. You grab his cock and tug on it, not even trying to ease him into a pace as you stroke his sensitive dick as fast and roughly as you could.

He nearly screams in what you can imagine is confusion as he trembles under you, maybe on your tenth stroke, he yelps and he’s cumming in your hands, hard.

Out of mercy your hand doesn’t stop. Even as he trembles and whimpers for mercy. His cock doesn’t soften, but you catch on that he’s getting sensitive. You stop stroking him and rub just the head as he sobs under you and writhes against the bed as his cock is worked into overstimulation while still needing more.

Michael

He was able to sneak into your room with ease, he’s taken aback as he sees you sprawled out in bed. His arousal stiffens more at the sight, and as he gets closer, your scent makes his pants feel tighter. He gets into your bed to admire you, he didn’t mean to wake you, he just couldn’t wait!

Not when his poor balls might burst if he cant empty them soon…He hadn’t felt like they had weight until now, but now he felt like he’d burst if he didn’t get to finish soon! But…he cant touch himself, he needs you!

He ment to wait until you awoke to help him but instead…he was left panting and he ground himself against your thigh, tears running down his face of humiliation and frustration as his cock barely gets any friction. He mewled while watching you stir in your sleep, he is taken aback when you press against him with your thigh and his aching bits randomly getting added friction has him jump.

The mewl that escapes him gets your attention, you nearly thud your thigh between his legs before he quickly moves back realizing you’re waking up. He tries to hide the clear boner between his legs by bringing his thighs up protectively.

He felt humiliated that he just woke you…to him dragging his privates over your leg like a dog….

You start to get up and look around, locking eyes with him. In the darkness you don’t recognize him. “Hey…were you…grinding against me?” You’re honestly more tired than mad.

“I’m sorry Master.” He breathes out fast. He sees your face tense up upon hearing his voice. “I’m…in need of you, please take mercy upon me.” He crawled over to you and laid next to you, just close enough to be able to see his face in the dark. “Im sorry to ask this, but…what you did at the auction house…can we do it again?”

You blink in confusion. “You want me to bring you back there for that?” You were half asleep and not quite sure if he was being serious but you could feel him cock hard and resting against your leg.

“No!” He quickly jumps. “I m-mean I want you to…caress me the way you did,…touch me where I’m…‘unfamiliar with’.” He nuzzles into your shoulder and dampening your clothes. You wrap an arm around him on impulse upon noticing he’s crying. You partially recognize it might be since he just…doesn’t stop crying.

Still you pull him down on the bed, a hand slipped down to pull his cock out, feeling the heat radiating off it as you start feeling it up, trying to remember the spots he liked. “Like this?” He nods. “Alright…” Still half asleep you gently rub and stroke him and to your surprise, the light touch has him trembling. “You look like you need more…” Your grip on his cock tightens.

He tensed and you adjusted, you stroked faster and he visibly tenses trying to stay still as his body trembled as the pleasure hit him harder than he was ready for. His pre leaked like a fountain as you twisted your wrist on the swollen head.

After you applied pressure to the slit, he jumps and bucks forwards, unable to stop himself as he whimpers. “My Lord…I’m going to…burst…” He thrust forwards with every stroke, you can feel the pulsing between his legs worsen until he pulses out cum into your hand, it was an impressive amount. It splattered over his on stomach as you kept stroking him.

You felt his cock remain harass even as you don’t slow down. Michael whimpers, the heat between his legs worsening with every stroke. “You are really excited, maybe…” You bite your lip and lean down, licking he’s base. You feel it pulse again and the angel moans loudly.

He climaxed again…you grin realizing he’s experiencing his first heat.

At your mercy…

Raphael

Cw: leg humping, scent kink

Raphael had barely managed to sneak into your room unnoticed and without breaking things. (Thought it was tempting.) His mind was still foggy as he laid eyes on you, he could feel the ache between his legs worsen…he needs you now!

He growls and jumps onto your bed, the weight and force startling you awake.

You look to the source of what woke you, Raphael’s face was inches from yours as he seats himself in your lap.

“Satan! I thought I locked the door, let me sleep!” You laugh out, unable to see the persons face, but Satan is the only person you knew who’d jump onto you or go out of his way to get into your room like this.

Raphael tries to not show his pause as he takes your hand and without hesitation forces it between his legs, he felt you lightly brush against his clothed arousal, earning a moan. He felt you tense up and whined, knowing he’s been caught, his voice isn’t close to Satan’s Afterall…

“W-wait who..?” You try pull away and he flops ontop of you to stop the inevitable attempt to run, he groans and begins grinding against you, and with your struggling to get away, to your confusion the ‘stranger’ is now jumping your leg.

Raphael on freezes when you manage to reach over and turn on the lamp. His heart sinks at the look you give him, he knows he’s in the wrong, but you did cause this, so it’s only fair you handle it!

…right?

Even with the blinding ache between his legs he slows down and swallows, trying to ‘clear’ his throat to talk to you. “You…did this, fix it! What you did before I need again! It wasn’t enough!”

He tries to act assertive even as his face flushed and he resumes jumping your leg as if that’s all he knows how to do to bring himself pleasure. He closes his eyes as he thrust against your leg for stimulation.

“I…you’ve been hard since Christmas?” You ask, but he shakes his head, you watch as he speeds up only to cum onto your leg, dragging his cock against your leg as he finishes, while you expect it to stop you realize he’s remaining hard. “Oh….oh! You poor thing!”

You laughed out as you quickly pull your leg away, he’s sloppy and can’t catch you, he flops onto your bed, where you were, he groans as he looks up to you and notices you walking around, but…your scent…is making him dizzy. He whines, sniffing your blankets…he’s begging you to understand why that greedy king likes to scent so much…your scent is so intoxicating like it’s on aphrodisiac…

You watch the angel roll around on your bed, still hard, his clothes barely covering anything it seems like he tried to toss aside his clothes earlier but couldn’t wait long enough to strip completely. You know what is happening…

“Your first heat…you have no experience so you came to me.” You say in a pitiful tone as you watch the angel rub against your bed to get your scent on him like a dog trying to scratch its back. You’d be laughing if you weren’t so tired and confused.

The angel moans as you acknowledge him, he doesn’t stop, but rolls onto his back to look at you. “Please just…help?” He huffed out.

#nsft #whb #what in hell is bad #whb raphael #raphael #raphael x reader #michael x reader #Michael #whb michael #gabriel x reader #gabriel #sub gabriel #sub raphael #sub Michael #heat cycles #scent kink

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Wrongful Touches

Here is my second imagine for Michael (Joseph Quinn) from the movie Hoard. I hope you will all like this.

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Summary: Michael takes and interest and tries to be careful when he learns that (Y/n) has an insulin pump. Other people aren't so careful, and Michael gets riled.

Enjoy.

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(Y/n) wasn't sure how exactly this situation unravelled or who made the first move. All she knew was that Michael's lips on hers felt heavenly and the way he kissed her was like nothing else.

There was a sense of hunger behind his touch that drove into her and travelled right down to her core.

The slight scratch of his stubble against her face made her blood ignite and her skin tingle with delight. The touch was so invigorating and new that (Y/n) found herself focusing on that rather than the fact that Michael was pushing her backwards.

Her hands grappled with his shoulders, trying to steady herself and make sure she didn't fall or trip over anything while she let him guide her whichever direction he wanted to go. (Y/n) wondered in the back of her mind if he was doing this with his eyes closed. He had to be, their faces were so close that all Michael would see were her dilated pupils rather than their surroundings.

She could feel his fingers squeezing her hips harder and harder until they were practically imbedding nd pressing through her flesh to mould into her bones. But the touch was igniting. It was electrifying and seemed to heighten each one of (Y/n)'s senses.

She realised he had guided her into the living room and with a swift kick of his foot, the door closed behind them. Where had they even been before here? Oh right, they had been in the front room eating dinner.

Everything seemed foggy in (Y/n)'s brain, she could barely register how they got from eating to taunting and teasing to now kissing the life out of each other. But it didn't really matter what pushed them to this point, all that mattered was how they were bound to each other and how (Y/n) prayed Michael wouldn't let her go anytime soon.

A squeak burst past her lips and became swallowed up by Michael when he pushed her back and the back of her knees came into contact with the arm rest of the sofa.

It felt like (Y/n) was flying and falling all at once when Michael's hand moved from her hip to her shoulder and with a swift nudge, she tumbled back onto the sofa. Her legs hung limply over the arm rest and her hair fanned out across the sofa as she opened her eyes and stared up at Michael.

He wasn't far behind her, or rather in front of her, as he slumped down with her until his abdomen was pressing down against hers and he was oddly knelt between her thighs. Both his hands were pressed down into the sofa either side of (Y/n)'s head like he was trying to cage her in, when really, he was making sure he didn't rest all of his weight onto her and crush her beneath him.

(Y/n) felt like her nerves were exploding like fireworks when she felt one of Michael's hands move to slide beneath her neck. His grip was firm and tense and it felt like he was doing his best to refrain from gripping too tightly. He didn't want to hurt her.

"Eager?" The word barely got past (Y/n)'s lips before his smirk was all she could see and his lips devoured hers in a sinful, desperate kiss.

It was a good job her mum was out at work tonight. Neither of them wanted to think what would happen if Michelle caught them; she probably wouldn't allow Michael to stay with them any longer and he had only just gotten here.

She could feel the hand at the back of her neck tightening until his fingertips were scratching and tangling against her hair. He tilted her head back so she was staring up at him and so her lips were much closer to his so he could claim them as his own.

A smirk curved at his lips when he felt (Y/n)'s legs shift around him until her knees were pressing into his sides, encasing him between her thighs, right where he'd always wanted to be. And he could feel her heels looping over the back of his lower legs like she was making sure he wasn't about to move or back out of this. That thought hadn't even crossed his mind.

He let his weight drop onto his thighs between her legs, keeping one hand on the back of her neck while the other moved down to her hip.

His lips attached to her neck but he made a very fast path down her neck and between her cleavage, grinning into her skin when he felt her chest suck inwards and noticed how she held her breath, waiting for his next move.

(Y/n) didn't realise she had closed her eyes until it felt like stars were glistening behind her eyelids. She could feel him biting a bruise into her skin before he tilted his chin down a little more so his nose brushed against the dark mark he'd created as if he was making it better. Her hand moved to tangle in Michael's crimped curls and she found herself smirking when she gave the slightest tug and it earned a deep groan from somewhere deep in his chest.

Her other hand moved to his shoulder, needing to hold him somewhere so she could ground herself to him and stop her mind from drifting away into the clouds.

Her eyes fell closed once again and her hands slid down to rest on Michael's chest when she felt him sit up and sink back on his heels. She wasn't sure what he was doing, whether he was admiring her or just thinking about something, debating if he was really going to do this, be with her like this. But (Y/n) didn't want to open her eyes and find out. She was happier just to bask in the feeling of him kneeling so close that they felt like they were already joined together into one being.

The feeling of her fingers tapping and skimming over his shirt made his lips curve up at one corner into a half smirk and his eyes seemed to darken as he looked down upon (Y/n). Laid beneath him. Kissing him. Touching him and only him.

He arched over her once again but this time, his hands moved down until his fingers were scrunched up around the hem of her shirt. He rolled it up between his fingers and he didn't have to say a word for (Y/n) to move her arms above her head so he could whip the shirt off and toss it somewhere on the floor. It made his smirk grow at the fact that he didn't have to use words with her, a simple touch or movement was enough to convey everything he wanted to do to her.

Ducking back down, Michael attached his lips to her neck that was just begging for him to leave a mark; begging for him to claim her.

He grinned into her skin, baring his teeth as (Y/n)'s hands moved to hold onto his shoulders, clearly grounding herself to him. His hands traced down her sides, feeling the way she squirmed and wriggled when he clearly touched a tender, ticklish spot. But when his fingers hooked into the hem of her leggings, his brows furrowed and his lips parted from her neck with a lasting, wet kiss so he could glance down.

"What's this?"

His right hand traced the band of her leggings before he hovered his hand over the small navy blue device clipped onto her waistband. He didn't dare touch it, he didn't want to press a button by accident and do any accidental damage or press a reset button.

His eyes narrowed while he pressed his cheek into (Y/n)'s bare shoulder, cuddling up against her as he stared down at the strange device he hadn't noticed before.

Had she always had that? Had he been so blinded by his want for her that he hadn't noticed this beneath her shirt before?

"It's my insulin." (Y/n)'s voice was as soft as velvet and her hand moved up to trace across Michael's jaw and chin, brushing along the stubble that he seemed to be growing out.

She watched curiously as Michael hummed and began to trace the pad of his index finger along the cannula. He traced the wire which curved into circles and ovals and led up to the circular plaster that was taped against the lower right side of (Y/n)'s abdomen a few inches higher than her hip.

Michael seemed too nervous to touch any part of her insulin pump or the cannula it attached to, but he seemed very curious all the same.

Gliding her hand down from his shoulder, (Y/n) gently curved her hand over the back of his and moved his hand so his finger traced along the plaster. He could feel the small bump in the centre of the white plastic tape and he let (Y/n) glide his hand down along the plastic cannula.

He felt her whispering "It doesn't hurt," into his hair and he hummed in response.

There was a needle beneath the plaster that went into the skin and monitored her blood glucose levels. Whenever she needed insulin, the pump would automatically record it and send the hormone through the cannula. It was so much easier than having to inject herself each and every day.

How had Michael not noticed this before? How had he been so blind? He assumed when he heard bits and pieces of (Y/n)'s conversations with Michelle that she was on some sort of health kick. Not a diabetes kind of diet. He would have to be a bit more observant around her now.

"Can I move it?" His voice was softer than usual, that rugged tone had been filed down around the edges and his voice was quiet enough that for a moment, it didn't really sound like him.

His words caused a tender smile to form on (Y/n)'s lips and she smiled into his hair while her right arm looped around the back of his shoulders and she began tracing her fingertips along his shoulder and down his arm.

"Sure, just don't pull the needle out." There was an edge of playfulness to her otherwise serious voice. She was used to moving the pump all the time. She hooked it onto her jeans, stuffed it into her pocket, moved it all the time when she was sleeping at night so she could turn over without pulling the needle or cannula out accidentally. And whenever she had a shower or the odd occasion where she went swimming, (Y/n) had to take it out.

It wasn't fragile or made of glass and if Michael was intent on taking her leggings off then he was going to have to move her pump.

Her fingers continued to trace up and down his arm while she watched him carefully unhook the pump from her waistband where it looked oddly like an old cassette player or an IPod.

Michael seemed to measure how long the cannula was in his mind before he stretched his arm down and placed it on the floor. He didn't want to leave it lying close on the sofa and accidentally lean on it and press a button or whack it. At least if the pump was on the floor and the cannula still reached just fine, then it wouldn't be in the way.

When he lifted his head from her shoulder, a wicked grin spread across his lips and he hovered over her once again. Feeling his chest igniting with adrenaline when (Y/n)'s hands moved to cup his face which made him shiver and hold back a groan before she pulled him down for a kiss.

He would have to be careful and make sure (Y/n) stayed where she was and he didn't move her around too much and risk pulling the wire.

This was going to be interesting.

***

A coy grin pulled at (Y/n)'s lips when she looked towards the pool table towards the back of the pub. Her fingers tapped against the two glasses in her hands and she slowed her steps to try and make herself as quiet as possible as she advanced towards Michael.

Her eyes trained on him as she watched him spin the cue between his fingers whilst one hip leaned against the pool table and he crossed one leg in front of the other. The way he slanted to the right made him look short but when he stood up straight, he had an extra foot of height to tower over (Y/n).

She placed the drinks down on the table they had been sitting at and perched on the stool with her back and shoulders slouched back.

She wasn't sure who Michael was playing a round of pool with, she wasn't even sure if Michael knew the man or if they had just both agreed to have a friendly game. Either way, he had promised her a game at some point tonight and she was ready to beat him and show him how it was done. She was rather good at pool.

When it came to be Michael's shot and he still hadn't noticed her presence behind him, a mischevious glint lit up (Y/n)'s eyes and her teeth sank down in her lower lip.

She waited patiently as he assessed the table, gearing up to take his shot. When he leaned forward and arched his lower back and bum out, (Y/n) stretched one leg forward and nudged his bum with her foot. The jolt made him take his shot a bit too abruptly and he knocked about five different balls around the table without landing one.

It was clear when Michael whipped around with those narrowed eyes and his lips curled into a snarl that he was ready to start a fight with whoever had messed up his shot.

Until he realised who it had been.

The scowl on his face quickly began to melt and his lips rolled together to hide any trace of a smile that was desperate to form on his lips. His eyes softened and he tilted his head to one side, arching a brow as (Y/n) simply smiled, doing her best to look totally oblivious.

"Oops?" She shrugged, gulping when Michael stepped closer until he was stood in front of her, pressed up against her legs while he leaned his head down until their foreheads were almost touching.

"Oops? That all you gotta say?"

(Y/n) could barely hear him over the static in her ears but she found herself nodding silently.

Her eyes followed him as he clocked the drinks she had set on the table and he reached out for the pint she had gotten for him. They both knew that (Y/n) had already had one beer and that was her limit tonight. Too much alcohol would unbalance her levels and she didn't want the stress of trying to adjust her insulin level with her pump and the risk of getting a bit too much sugar and having a hyper.

Michael took a large swig of his drink while his eyes dragged up and down (Y/n)'s frame as if he were scrutinising her. He shifted his right hand out so the pool cue pressed beneath (Y/n)'s chin and with just a little push, it tilted (Y/n)'s head back so she was staring up at him with those big doe eyes that always did something strange to him and brought out the animal within.

The way his tongue ran across his lips as if trying to savour each drop of alcohol made (Y/n)'s stomach clench excitedly and she had to stop herself from making a sound when he leaned down and kissed her.

It almost seemed strange to be kissing Michael out in public, but then again, (Y/n) didn't know anyone who came to this pub. No one was going to snitch back to her mum about her and the 'house guest' and Michael didn't care who bothered to look their way tonight.

(Y/n) could taste the alcohol on his tongue that swiped across her lips and teeth and it made her hum against his mouth that seemed to be trying to drink her up too.

Once they parted, Michael nudged his nose against hers and switched the cue for his hand so he could brush away the faint blue aura beneath her chin.

"Are you gonna make it up to me if I lose this game?" There was something deep and sultry in Michael's tone that made (Y/n) sure that if she weren't already sitting down, her knees would have given way.

"I suppose." Was her nochalant response as she shrugged her shoulders but she was unable to bite back a smile. Especially when Michael's hand gripped her thigh and he growled as he took another kiss from her lips.

His touch finally disappeared when his opponent lightly rapped their cue on the table to indicate that he was waiting for Michael to take another shot.

(Y/n) felt him murmur "Don't mess up my aim," against her lips before he spun and headed towards the table once again.

She did as told, watching nochalantly as Michael took his shot, after he glanced over his shoulder in her direction to make sure she wasn't about to set him off focus again or knock him off balance. (Y/n) let him take his second shot and then the one after his opponent without making a glimmer of distraction. Allowing Michael to scrape a win, although it had been a close game.

(Y/n) hopped off her chair just as she heard the stranger ask Michael for a rematch. She didn't mind waiting a bit longer for her chance to best Michael at his own game.

She walked up behind him and looped her arms around his neck, moulding her chest up against his back. And she stood on tip toes so she could perch her chin on his shoulder and attach her lips to his exposed neck. She could feel the deep breath he took and his hand was surprisingly cold when he reached up to grip her wrist.

He twisted his head to the left and pressed a kiss to (Y/n)'s temple, nudging his nose against her skin every few seconds as he patted her wrist and leaned back into her.

"The next game's mine." Her lips hovered over the shell of Michael's ear and she felt the way he shivered against her when she kissed the tender skin behind his ear. He found himself humming along in agreement but he wasn't really taking in what she had said when she was overpowering all of his senses.

He turned his head a little more to gain another kiss from her lips while he felt her arms tightening around his neck like she was about to jump up and try to get a piggy back ride.

"I'm gonna go to the toilet." (Y/n) spoke against his lips that tasted of beer and smoke before she finally unravelled herself from him. Letting him get back to start the next game that he would probably go and win.

She could feel his eyes on her as she walked away, weaving between the tables and the few people scattered around so she could head to the toilets at the other side of the pub. At least it wasn't too crowded or rowdy in her tonight, that made things much easier for (Y/n). She didn't have to feel uneasy around lots of drunks barging into one another and she didn't have to queue for the toilets.

Running her fingers through her hair, (Y/n) advanced towards the toilets at the other end. She could still hear the laughter coming from a group of drunks near the slot machine in the corner even as she wandered into the hall to the toilets.

Her fingers dragged through her hair once again when she came out of the toilets and headed down the hall. She had a funny feeling that if Michael won this game of pool, he would try and hang it over her head and tease her. That meant she couldn't let him win when he played against her or he would be gloating all night long and she would never hear the end of it.

Just the thought made a smile form on her lips and she trailed past the bar, looking towards the pool table where Michael was stood. He had his drink in one hand and the cue in the other and from this angle he looked almost entirely different. His curls looked tamed from the back whereas they flopped around his temple and the scruff of his stubble gave off a different complexion too.

"What're you having?"

Her head tilted to the left when a strange voice broke her out of her brooding thoughts.

The man who spoke looked rather tall and stocky and there was something about him that made (Y/n) want to take a step back. He looked well past tipsy to the point he was almost swaying as he stood stationary beside the bar. He had greasy, slicked back hair and a chipped front tooth that (Y/n) couldn't help but stare at when he flashed a splintered smile in her direction.

He leaned his elbow on the bar and motioned to the glass in front of him, clearly trying to imply that he wanted to buy her a drink. And (Y/n) tried to give him a small smile so she didn't come across as rude.

"I'm good, thanks." Her hand made a tiny gesture towards the table she was trying to get back to. She had a full drink waiting for her, not to mention she had come here with Michael. (Y/n) didn't need anyone offering to buy her a drink, she was fine as she was with Michael.

"Come on, don't be stuck up. Have a drink." He seemed to scoff at the end of his sentence and he pushed off the bar so he could sway towards her. He leered closer until (Y/n) could smell the strange concoction of whiskey and liquor on his breath which made her nose crinkle in distaste.

She didn't like the fact that he called her stuck up for declining a drink and (Y/n) thought she had been somewhat polite. She could have just ignored him and walked away or she could have been blunt and unnecessarily rude, but she wasn't.

She refrained from rolling her eyes and made a bigger gesture towards the table and Michael.

"I already have one." Her tone was less than polite this time because she didn't want this conversation and he was being rather pushy.

She side stepped around him and tried to aim for Michael but she didn't get far before a rough hand grabbed her wrist and her arm was roughly yanked back. It felt like he almost wrenched her arm from its socket and a gasp tumbled past (Y/n)'s lips as she stumbled to the left and glared at the stranger.

"Get off." Her free hand swatted at his arm and uncurled his sticky fingers from her arm but he was quick to reach out for her once again.

Something burned within Michael's eyes when he looked to the left to try and scout around for (Y/n). It didn't take him long to find her and his lips were almost instantly curling into a bitter snarl when he watched some stranger grab her by the bicep and yank her towards the bar.

What did he think he was doing? Why was he touching her? Why was he even talking to her in the first place?

"Oi!"

Michael slammed his glass down a little too harshly on the table for beer rippled over the edges and spilled down his hand and it felt like he had almost broken the glass with his anger. He felt a sudden need to keep hold of the cue and use it as a weapon, but this wasn't the time or the place to let those kind of thoughts get the better of him.

He thrust the cue at Adam, the person he had been having the last few games with and stormed towards the bar.

(Y/n) tried to steer herself towards Michael when she saw him aiming their way like a train about to plough into them both. She thrust her elbow at the stranger who was still trying to yank her back to him and stake some kind of claim on her.

She flung her right arm out in Michael's direction, feeling a short-lived burst of relief dwelling through her when his hand curled around hers in a viper's grip and he tried to pull her closer, to get her towards him where she would be safe. But her relief disappeared when she felt the stranger try his luck with grabbing onto her waist instead of her arm.

(Y/n) felt like screaming but she clamped her teeth down on her tongue and pulled on Michael to get closer to him.

The moment he was beside her, Michael's hand let go of (Y/n)'s and he fisted both hands in the stranger's shirt, using it as leverage to yank him closer and set him off balance. He gave a forceful shove once the stranger's hands were no longer groping (Y/n) and he shoved until the drunk was plastered against the bar.

He leered over the stranger, teeth bared into a snarl as his arms began to shake and his chest heaved with each breath he tried to pull in.

"You touch her again, and I'll paint the fucking bar with you. Got it?"

When he didn't receive an answer, Michael tightened his fists in the man's shirt and slammed him back against the bar that clearly cut into his skin for he groaned and visibly winced. The stranger began frantically nodding his head, mumbling 'yeah' over and over until he was practically babbling.

A few people had stopped to see what was going on and the bar staff were watching eagerly in case they had to intervene or kick anyone out. Brawls were somewhat normal especially around here and this late at night, but it still wasn't welcomed.

But Michael didn't care. He would use any force necessary and spill as much blood as he needed to in order to get this idiot to understand that he couldn't go around grabbing at women in pubs. Especially not (Y/n).

Deep, ragged breaths left Michael's lips and his enraged eyes were simmering over with anger as he snapped his head to the right to look at (Y/n). If she was shaken or upset or just one hair was out of place, Michael would break this guy's nose within an instant.

But his parted lips that were panting ragged breaths curled down, morphing into confusion as he looked at (Y/n).

She was doubled forward with her head bowed down and both hands pressing into her waist. And when she lifted her head, Michael felt himself shaking when he realised she had tears falling down her face.

"What'd you do to her?"

His voice was deeper than (Y/n) had ever heard and it sounded like each word had been shredded against a grater. His upper lip curled into a wavy line and he bared his teeth while he decided where to punch this idiot. What had he done to her to make (Y/n) cry and look like she was in pain like that?

"Nothing-"

He didn't wait for a lie or an excuse, he was too riled to listen to them. His right hand reared back and slammed into the stranger's jaw causing it to click horribly to the right and his head bounced off the bar with a resounding bang.

He was ready to lean back and do it again despite the barman shouting at him to stop and people now crowding round to try and cheer on a fight. But he took a second to look towards (Y/n) again. He needed to know what kind of pain she was in and what this guy had done to her.

"It- it came out." (Y/n)'s voice came out quiet but that didn't hide the agony from her words.

Her hands pulled away from her waist and she lifted her shirt to show Michael what she was talking about.

When the stranger had grabbed at her waist, he had grabbed her insulin cannula. He had pulled on it so fast and harshly that the needle had been yanked from her skin. The needle was hanging against (Y/n)'s jeans, the plaster sticking to the material while the pump began to beep incessantly to indicate that it had stopped abruptly.

(Y/n) often had to take the needle out when she had to change it or clean the cannula. And she had to move the needle every few days to a new patch of skin, usually she rotated from the left side of her waist to the right and then back again as her waist was the easiest place to have the needle. But she couldn't keep it in the same area for too long in case her skin got too used to the needle and formed lumps which prevented her body from absorbing the insulin.

So removing needles were normal, but having them forcibly yanked from her skin like that created a blinding pain. Sometimes even a slight pressure or someone pressing the needle caused pain. And right now, (Y/n) felt like she was in agony.

Her waist was throbbing and she could feel a small patch of blood coating her palm that was pressing against her waist in a vain attempt to stop the pain.

Michael ground his teeth and spat through a sigh before he roughly shoved the man from the bar, watching as he slumped down to the floor. He was drunk enough that he would probably need someone to get him up and Michael already knew nobody would be serving him anymore drinks for the rest of the night.

"Alright, come're love."

(Y/n) kept one hand tightly pressed to her waist where the blood was trickling against her palm but her other hand quickly latched around Michael's arm when he was close enough. He let her lean into his chest but instead of guiding her towards the toilets, he spun around and edged towards their table. Once he had her bag hooked on his shoulder, then he changed course and aimed for the toilets.

The feeling of Michael's arm tight around her waist and his fingers almost puncturing into her hip was comforting and (Y/n) tried to focus on that rather than the incessant flickering of her pulse throbbing in her waist. Standing up straight seemed to make the pain shift and stretch so she settled on leaning forwards until Michael guided her into the women's toilets.

She didn't have the heart or the nerve to ask what he planned to do if another woman came in and complained that he was in here. (Y/n) knew he would probably pull a face or simply tell her to fuck off, and not in the politest way either.

She turned around so her back was facing the sink and mirrors, but her eyes widened and her breath caught in her lungs when Michael's hands shifted down to grip the back of her thighs. He swiftly lifted her up and sat her down on the edge of the sink, allowing him to stand between her thighs and help her with a bit more ease.

He slumped her bag into the sink next to him before he planted his hands down on her thighs. The way he inclined his head to the left made butterflies crawl through (Y/n)'s chest and flutter to life. His eyes were so focused, so intent and curious as he watched her, clearly waiting for her to tell him what he had to do to help her.

Timidly, (Y/n) pulled her hand away from her waist with a grimace painting her face when she looked down at the mess.

When she glanced up, she watched Michael move one hand to rub up and down his lips and jaw, scratching the slight stubble before he sighed. Her eyes followed him, bubbling over with panic when he let go of her and turned around. For a dreaded moment, she thought that he was going to walk away, that he had decided he couldn't do anything to help and this was down to her.

That clearly wasn't his intention. He stepped into the cubicle nearest the sink and after a few seconds and a rather suspicious whack, he came out with a full roll of toilet roll.

"Let's clean you up, yeah?"

(Y/n) found herself nodding, although she was intently focused on watching Michael. His touch was oddly tender and his movements were slow as he rolled up some tissue, ran it under the tap and began dabbing at her waist while (Y/n) rolled her shirt up and tucked it into her bra so it wasn't in the way.

There wasn't too much blood, it looked like a lot more with how it had smeared across her waist like strawberry juice.

Once most of the blood was cleaned away, Michael took (Y/n)'s hand and pressed it over some more tissue on her waist. Silently telling her to keep the pressure until they knew the bleeding had properly stopped.

He dumped a wad of damp tissue in the bin beside the sink before he took a deep breath and carefully reached out for her cannula. He ran his fingers along the thin plastic tube, checking it was in tact and there were no breaks or knots or twists.

(Y/n) liked the way his eyes narrowed and his nose crinkled as he scrutinised the needle after he peeled the plaster off the end since that too had blood coating it and it had become crumpled. He was making sure the needle wasn't broken or bent.

"Looks fine to me, is it good?" He held the needle out for (Y/n) to scrutinise because he wasn't an expert. Michael had only seen her needle a handful of times and he had witnessed her change the patch twice. He didn't want to help and end up putting a broken or damaged needle into her skin and cause her any further injuries.

"It's good."

(Y/n) took the needle while Michael rummaged around in her bag. He had come to observe that (Y/n) took plasters and antiseptic wipes around with her in case of emergencies, although he doubted this was the kind of emergency she envisioned happening.

Michael tore at the antiseptic wrapper with his teeth and a smirk fluttered across his lips when their eyes briefly locked.

Concentration flooded his eyes as he waited for (Y/n) to point to where she would want the needle. Putting it back in the same spot wasn't a good idea with how it had been ripped out, it would be best to start fresh somewhere else. The needle had to be moved every few days anyway.

Once (Y/n) pointed to the other side of her waist a few inches away from her belly button, Michael nodded. He took his time cleaning the skin and he used the wipe to clean the last of the blood from her other side too before he chucked it away.

"Want me to do it?" There was a hint of uncertainty in his voice, he would do it if she asked but he hadn't done this before.

(Y/n) wordlessly shook her head and she made sure to clean the needle before she pressed her chin down near her chest so she could see what she was doing. This was second nature to (Y/n) now, it was an automatic habit that she didn't have to think or even concentrate to know how to do anymore.

Although when she felt Michael's hands curling around hers and squeezing, her heart thundered in her chest. He saw her hands shaking. His touch was affirming and settling as he stopped her hands from shaking and held her steady, allowing her to pierce the needle into her skin.

(Y/n) moved her hands down to brace on the sink, stopping herself from slipping backwards and sitting in the basin. And she watched as Michael carefully peeled the plaster and stuck it over the needle, making sure it was safely taped in place before he unhooked her pump and settled it on the other side of her jeans.

She felt like she could barely breathe when he found another plaster from her bag and delicately patched it over her small puncture mark that was still trickling blood. But it was the feeling of his lips pressing over the plaster and pecking her waist that made (Y/n)'s eyes cloud over and had her head spinning.

She could barely get her eyes back into focus when he pulled back and it was hard to concentrate on watching his next movements. As he intently slid his fingers into her bra to hook around her shirt which he carefully pulled back down over her waist, hiding the needle and half of the cannula from sight.

"All done."

"Thank you." Her words were nothing more than a whisper on the wind, barely audible, barely there before they vanished, but she knew he heard them.

The smile forming on those dark rouge lips was enough to tell (Y/n) that he'd heard her. She felt his hand curling around her thigh, gripping tight like he was trying to make sure she wasn't about to disappear. While his other hand slithered around to cup the back of her neck. The feeling of his thumb gliding along the base of her neck beneath her hair was intoxicating and provoked shivers beneath her skin.

Her eyes closed before Michael even leaned towards her and her hands settled on his shoulders, keeping him as close as she could get him when he kissed her.

She didn't care that anyone could walk in at any moment and catch them making out in the bathroom. All (Y/n) cared about was the feeling of Michael pressed up between her thighs with his chest pressing down into hers and his lips bruising hers as his tongue battled with her for control.

This, right here, was all (Y/n) cared about.

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Fighting with Michael

Part 2: Making up

A/N: Ugh I am loving all the Michael fics at the moment! Here's part two you guys! enjoy! also feel free to send any requests in.

Warnings: Slight mention of blood but I think thats it

GIF by thepumpkin-queenn

You didn’t know where you were going as you wandered down the street, wiping at the tears that streamed down your face. You were glad it was late and there was no one around to see you in this state. Tonight, had made you question everything, what were you doing with Michael? You had known for a while that you were in love with him, but would you ever really know how he felt? Could Michael even love you back. You felt like a fool, you had heard all the stories about him, about what he’s done.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. You didn’t want to think of him like everyone else did, to you he wasn’t a monster. He was your Michael.

Sitting down on a bench you pulled your jacket closer to you as the cool wind blew down the street. You thought about going home, you didn’t know whether Michael would get angry and come looking for you. Deep down you knew that you weren’t talking about the house when you talked about your home, the realisation like a stab in the heart. Michael was your home, you wanted to be wherever he was.

The tears that you didn’t notice had stopped had once against started flowing down your cheeks at the thought. How could you leave Michael when you loved him so much? He found you at a time in your life where nothing seemed to be going right, he seemed like a blessing in disguise, but now you had a choice to make. You decided it was time to head back to the house and face him. Whatever the outcome was you needed something from him, something to show that you were a permanent thing in his life and not just passing entertainment.

You paused in front of the building, getting the courage to walk through the door. You didn’t know how Michael would react to your little outburst, but you knew it wouldn’t be good. The slow creak of the door seemed to rival the sound of your beating heart as you stepped inside. You immediately noticed the knife still sticking out of the wall where you had been stood only an hour or so ago. But soon enough your eyes glanced around seeing the broken furniture littered all around the room. A table split in half, the vase that was on it smashed on the ground, some sort of splintered wood put through one of the walls.

The creak that you heard above was the only thing that broke you out of your shock. You hesitantly made your way up the stair expecting the same mess that you had just seen, but upstairs seemed surprisingly calm, undisturbed. You made your way to the bedroom to find Michael sitting on the edge of your shared bed.

“Michael,” your voice comes out in a whisper, much shakier than you were hoping. He slowly raises his head and you can make out his eyes in the dim room, there’s a sadness there you don’t think you’ve ever seen from the man. You both seemed to watch each other for an eternity, not sure if you were waiting for him to make some sort of outburst or if you just couldn’t bring yourself to say anything else. Taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself to whatever response he would have to your next words. “I love you,” Michael didn’t miss the way your lip slightly quivered as you let out this new revelation.

Michael lowered his head and you froze as the fears you had about him not loving you immediately returned at this action. Before you could panic too much you noticed Michael raise his hand up to his mask and slowly pull it off his head, your heart could’ve beat out of your chest at the anticipation of finally seeing him. You didn’t know which one of you were more surprised by this action, but still you knew better than to react too quickly and possible spook him out of the decision.

Michael kept his head lowered and neither one of you moved for a moment. Soon enough you slowly stepped towards him, the closer you got the more you noticed his white knuckled grip on the mask still clenched tightly in his hand. You lowered yourself onto your knees in front of him taking his hand in your own and getting him to release the mask. You put it down beside you and gently cupped his cheek, every movement was slow and gentle as you tested the waters of what Michael would allow.

You tilted his face to look at you as your voice came out just above a whisper, “I love you Michael.” His eyes darted away and you noticed the uncertainty in his eyes. You couldn’t help but find this situation unbelievable, feared by so many, thought of as a monster, but for you he could be vulnerable, for you he would risk showing some humanity. You brought his attention back to your face as you spoke again, “I love all of you Michael, okay?”

Your thumb stroked his cheek and you watched his eyes close as the tension seemed to slowly leave him and his shoulders dropped from the tense position they held. You knew you shouldn’t push your luck with moments like this, being so rare. But seeing Michael like this, so exposed and vulnerable just for you did things to your heart you had never felt before. You leaned in slowly, giving Michael a chance to pull away if he wished before you gently brushed your lips against his.

He didn’t kiss back but he didn’t push you away, taking this as a sign to continue, you kissed him again. This time with a bit more pressure, it took Michael a minute but he began to reciprocate the kiss. It was a bit too rough, as you expected it to be, and a bit clumsy but the passion that it held made up for any lack of experience. You felt his hand hesitantly grab your waist which surprised you, but you did your best not to make any sudden movements that could spook him.

You placed your hands on his arms and slowly ran them up to his shoulders, he flinched away causing you to look at him questioningly, had you taken it too far? You followed his gaze to where your hand had brushed over a rather large cut on his shoulder. It wasn’t deep but you noticed the blood and dirt all stuck together across the area. You placed another soft kiss to his lips before standing up and grabbing his hand. “Come on, lets get you in the shower.” And for once Michael didn’t argue as he followed you happily to the soon to be very steamy bathroom.

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shaisuki · 6 months ago

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Could I request Kaiser with reader. The two of them are partners for a project when he offers her a brownie he made, (one that he drugged), she was hesitant but took it, once she felt a little intoxicated, he took advantage of her, despite her trying to push him off, her state made her weaker and unable to push him off as he did what he wanted with her. At the end, he blackmailed her with the recording he took of him taking advantage of her

❝ CONTESTED CRAVINGS. ❞

( ၴႅၴ FEATURING. MICHAEL KAISER

CONTENT WARNINGS. noncon + drugging + nonconsensual recording + groping and touching + kissing + blackmail + sabotage + penetrative sex + manipulation + cunnilingus.

SYNOPSIS. michael's is the bad news with his good looks and talent and the reason why you avoided him.

class projects aren't bad not until you're paired with michael kaiser. the school's star athlete and the resident asshole if you must add. have a bad habit of belittling others that pisses most of the whole student body and only hangs out with alexis ness. whom may have developed an unhealthy obsession with the school's golden boy. following him like a lost pup and would skedaddle if kaiser shooed him off.

you found the dynamic between them unsettling and how could ness accepted being treated like that. you guess is just how they express their feeling or to make the other feel good about themselves and you kind of really don't care, not when michael is your partner. his blonde hair is streaked with baby blue highlights on the tips and that haircut that suits him.

you instantly averted your gaze when you see him walking towards you and pretends that you didn't notice him. feigning interest in a book that you have read over and over.

“at my place?” he asks, smoothing his blonde locks. “s-sure.” you answered him. a little worriedly than you have liked and it looks like you were hesitant and regretting your action towards him.

michael paid it no mind. people acted around him like he was a real total assholes and he is and you were no different from the reactions people have shown him. he just gave you a smile and left you to your own devices.

of course, he have a room for himself. he's the school's star athlete and it comes with privilege including personal spaces. you texted him earlier and there he is. opening his door for you to come in. you gave him a curt greeting. “can we start now?” you asked him. the sooner this project is done the better. you really don't want to be alone with michael. “does my presence annoys you that much?” he smirks, eyeing you in such lazy manner that your eyes widen at what he was saying. kaiser chuckles at your reaction. “just kidding. don't want to waste more than time. make yourself comfortable then.” pointing at his work table. the books and papers and pens are neatly arranged. you didn't took him to be the studious type regarding how he acts in the general but you have judged him too early and mentally slapped yourself for thinking that way and you were still suspicious that he is too polite to you.

“what?” pursing your lips in thin line. you shaked your head. “nothing, michael.” he ignores you and sat beside you. already grabbing the needed materials and you both began in silence.

working with michael isn't so bad. he wasn't his usual asshole self who picks fight at school and insults someone for how they look and their skill. michael's behavior placed you in a dangerous situation with him and interactions with him meant to break what little self-confidence you have. opposite he was. he was so good at following up instructions and have studied in advance. it looks like it was better that you should both have split the workload.

“oh i forgot, i would be a bad host if i didn't you offer you some food. i've gotten brownies in that newly opened bakery.” he said, taking off his round glasses he was wearing while you both worked. michael screams like he comes from old money from how he acts and it was totally out of character for him to offer you some refreshments.

he placed a tray of food in the table. consisting of various sweet treats and some drinks. “pick what you want, sweets.” the nickname made you cringed cause michael is really acting nice to you. something's very off at this whole situation. looking at the assortment of sweets in the tray. you hesitated but the look michael is giving you told you otherwise. so you grabbed one and took a bite. “good choice.” he praises you before grabbing a treat for himself.

the brownie's good. the chocolatey goodness melting in your mouth, bursting with flavor. you hum in delight to show your appreciation for the good food and michael nods. smiling a bit and slowly chews. you just only ate one. afraid that he'll comment something and you would rather die than have him say something. it took awhile before you both decided to pick up what's left of the work.

strangely, you have never been feeling so lightheaded before followed by a strange pounding on your head. you grasp the pencil you were holding and it only rolls away from you. you try grabbing it again and it feels like you were holding air. “is something wrong, (y/n)?” you follow the sound of the direction of the voice. why was kaiser is blurry to your vision. did h-he? you were unable to finish your muddled thoughts and even in such state you feel his lips to yours.

your lips is what he imagined to be. soft and plump with the right touch of sweetness. thanks to the brownies. heh. it wasn't really he brought. he put an effort to it just to have what's in front of him. the drug that ness brought him did work just like how he wanted it. you were still conscious and a bit aware of everything but is unable to do anything but he is quite surprised that you were still able to move a bit even it was just an attempt to push him off.

“i can't have you pushing me. i really worked for this.” is what you heard before you are being pushed slowly in his bed.

when you laid there in his bed. michael admires you like he was a painter of his greatest masterpiece. looking like some baroque period painting coming to life while your body's is temporarily incapacitated. his efforts have bore results and he's about to sow.

he begins to strip you. quite annoyed from the layers of clothing you wore. he knows it was fully intentional. not wanting to be called a slut nor a prude by him. he knows his harsh and he likes people when they cry and you were no exception of it. he could have bullied you. break you and pull you apart until you were left nothing but michael withstood all the desires of it cause he wanted you like this. helpless and needing of him.

his palms slowly glides through the expanse of skin. you were the definition of what he deemed perfection in his eyes. your perfectly fit in his and he was about to mold you from his very own hands. he can see the tears pricking in your eyes. glistening as you helplessly watch him defile you.

kaiser never liked giving and receiving. he only takes but what's between your legs leaves him hungry for it. the plushness of your fat pussy drooling with slick is enough to drive him crazy so he did what he did. giving your fat pussy a lick and he was hooked immediately. he continued to devour your pussy until he was satisfied besides his cock is really needing some relief and it was painful. he just found the right place to stick it on.

it was only the tiniest of moans and gasps coming from you but he sure enjoyed it. a symphony being composed and is a music to his hears he won't get tired of listening to. he grabbed and bite whatever his hands and mouth can get to. you were so fucking supple and divine. fitting for an emperor like him. the way your body jiggles and ripples with his very thrusts leaving him grunting and growling for more. your fat pussy is deliciously wrapped around his fat cock that it leaves a drooling mess to your cunt. he already has cummed many times and it squelches with every thrust along with your pussy. his cum being deposited inside of you.

michael glances at the clock. the night is still young and he was going savor all of it until the morning comes. he continues to assault your abused cunt. smiling to himself at the direction of where his phone is currently placed. he needs to commemorate this special occasion.

you were sore. your body screaming in pain while you grab the pieces of your clothing besides you. the tears uncontrollably running down your cheeks while you scramble to get your things and leave this hell hole that was michael's room. “why are you crying?” he asks, sipping a cup of coffee. dressed in his robe and his reading glasses resting in the tip of his nose. “fuck you, michael.” you seethed at the blonde. michael chuckles. “strong words coming from you.” he added.

you were about to grab the last belonging of yours before he interrupts you. “i believe you have a favor to ask me.” your eyes widens. he shows you a video of him repeatedly fucking you. putting you in different positions. “don't you dare, michael.” you warned him. “you fucking raped me, you son of a bitch.” michael didn't really like the tone of your voice and it just triggered something to him. he stands up and made his way to you. grasping your soft jaw in a tight manner. he forces a smile. “oh, i really am.” he taunts you. his blue eyes is filled with storm inside them. “defy me and you're getting this video leaked.”

“what the fuck you want?”

“watch your tone.” he warns before smiling.

“be mine and i'll let this thing disappear like it didn't happen.”

“fuck no.”

“oh really, such a shame. you were enjoying it. see?” he really made it look like you were having the best night of your life. he wipes the tears on your round cheeks.

“good.” he whispers. seeing the look in your face and it left him triumphant.

“don't leave. we really ain't done. i am still starting to enjoy it.”

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