#angel on duty

[bubuslutty]

Day 8: emails

pairing: demon/angel!fem reader x tf141

word count: 1.2k

tags: not beta read

warnings: +18. mdni

a/n: she's baccckkkk!! It's been a WHILE since I last updated, but now I think I'm back on the boat again. Not totally sure, but I'm feeling much better and will be slowly writing again for this fic, and other fics for other fandoms on ao3 and other accounts on tumblr. thank you for your patience and enjoy <3

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63142366/chapters/161705329

*WA = Wish Assignment

*Malak = Angel in Arabic

Angel purposely didn't allow Johnny to fuck her that evening. She wanted to get her hands on him, give him a taste and send him dazed and loopy back to his house and lieutenant. She wanted Johnny to have a taste and crave more, she wanted him trusting and a little pathetically wanting. And Angel managed to do just that when she let him get his thick fingers inside her pussy with one arm wrapped around her back, keeping her arched against him, tits pressing at his hairy tan chest. When Johnny almost pulled her over the edge, he decided he had to get a taste and flipped her around, shamelessly manhandling her on her stomach, pulling her hips up and smashing his face between her legs like he was starving, and maybe he was, Johnny does have a big appetite after all.

When she finally managed to pull Johnny's face away from her wet puffy lips by his Mohawk, she kissed him square on the mouth and sent him home. She didn't even let him change, sent him back home with his stuff in a plastic bag, still wearing that damn skirt in the middle of the street. Hopefully nobody saw him and that big tent between his legs.

Johnny didn't even get to knock before the door was swung open and Simon was there, drinking him in.

Johnny was flushed, smelled like sex and sweet feminine perfume, with glitter smeared across his neck and right cheekbone. Simon dragged him inside the house with a hand wrapped around the back of his neck and Johnny let him. He isn't sure how he ended up in his bed, on his stomach, but he felt exhausted and drunk with beer and pussy, so Johnny closed his eyes and let sleep pull him away from the waking world under the watchful eyes of his Lieutenant, Ghost.

"How was the slumber party?" Gaz asked with a raised brow, nursing a mug of coffee.

Johnny slowly walked down the stairs looking like he was experiencing a nasty hangover, but weirdly enough, his head didn't hurt, he didn't feel sick and really, all he was feeling was tired and content, but especially tired.

This time he changed and was wearing a loose pair of shorts and a hoodie, making his way straight to the coffee machine while the rest of the guys watched him.

"How are you?" Simon asked him, standing by the glass door in their kitchen, that lead to the garden, a mug in hand. He looked extra large that morning, as tall and wide as that door.

Johnny finally looked up, "I'm fine, just tired, Christ…"

He felt as if they fucked like crazy yesterday, or as if he was fucked, which was extremely strange, so Johnny grabbed his hot mug and tilted his head to the side, "It's weird how tired I feel even if we didnae fuck or anything," He gently blew over his coffee and took a small sip, "Next time, you're coming with, Lt," Johnny meant it as some sort of support, maybe if Simon joined them next time, he'll be able to come out of Angel's house feeling like this time, she didn't somehow suck the energy out of his body like a damn vampire.

Or maybe he shouldn't be thinking of a next time, maybe his body was warning him that she was a red flag.

"What makes you think there would be a next time?" Simon asked. He wasn't being mean, and Johnny knew it, Simon just tends to sound dry and mean without meaning to. "You're acquainted with this mouth, Simon, you tell me," Johnny said, smirking a little as Gaz watched the two in silence with wide curious eyes.

"I don't know, Johnny, maybe she's not like that," Ghost shrugged and placed his now empty mug in the sink.

"Nothing a little convincing won't solve," Johnny easily said, stretching his arms above his head and Gaz raised a brow, "Sounds predatory and manipulative,"

"You n' your fancy words, Garrick," Johnny rolled his eyes. If Angel liked him and invited him in her house, she'll like his mates as well, especially since he tends to be a little crazier than the rest. If he was enough of a good boy that she trusted him, the rest of them will be just fine.

"You in?" Simon turned to Gaz. Johnny and Ghost both stared at him in silence, and he sighed, "Yeah," He may as well be in whatever the hell this is, just to watch out for her, like a good Samaritan, or that's what he's telling himself.

"Good," Simon nodded, and that was when their front door opened and Price came back from his run, sweaty and pink in the cheeks.

WA #141202325 - Progress Report

from: Malak - 4294 malak4294@wishagency.5852.com

to: Mr M mrm@managers.wishagency.5852.com

date: Feb 17, 2025, 9:36 AM [London - Earth Central Time]

Hey Mr M!

I hope you're doing okay and have gone out or something, you need to relax a little.

Anyway, I'm doing okay, I have finally made sexual contact with one of the WA subjects, Johnny McTavish, I think I successfully left a mark and he'll reel in the rest of the humans to me in time.

Kuromi says hi and pls leave that shitty stuffy office for a breather.

Take care <3

Angel XOXO

RE: WA #141202325 - Progress Report

from: Mr M mrm@managers.wishagency.5852.com

to: Malak - 4294 malak4294@wishagency.5852.com

date: Feb 17, 2025, 9:38 AM [London - Earth Central Time]

Dear Angel,

Thank you for the update, keep up the good work.

Kind regards,

Mr M

PS. Mind your own damn business.

Email Etiquette

from: 666 666@managers.wishagency.5852.com

to: Malak - 4294 malak4294@wishagency.5852.com

date: Feb 17, 2025, 9:45 AM [London - Earth Central Time]

4294,

Please use correct email etiquette when communicating with other members of staff. This is to ensure that professionalism is held and to make sure everyone has a pleasant time at the Wish Agency.

Thank You,

666

RE: Email Etiquette

from: Malak - 4294 malak4294@wishagency.5852.com

to: 666 666@managers.wishagency.5852.com

cc: Mr M mrm@managers.wishagency.5852.com

date: Feb 17, 2025, 9:50 AM [London - Earth Central Time]

666,

no <3

Angel

XOXO

RE: Email Etiquette

from: 666 666@managers.wishagency.5852.com

to: Malak - 4294 malak4294@wishagency.5852.com

cc: Mr M mrm@managers.wishagency.5852.com

date: Feb 17, 2025, 10:02 AM [London - Earth Central Time]

Dear Angel 4294,

We sincerely apologise for the automatic email, it was accidentally sent to you. We apologise for any caused inconvenience.

Kind regards,

666

Angel scoffed at her laptop screen and closed it, this always happen every 10 years or so, trying to police her written communications etiquette because apparently they should have no personality and be absolutely robotic in realising human wishes. If you work with humans, you're bound to develop what is called, a personality.

Worst of all, Angel's division specialises in darker/more explicit wishes. Some humans may refer to them as sins, she murdered for her assignments, lied, committed extra marital sex, and so many other messy things, so it's especially annoying when they try to police her into acting professional when everybody knows you'll bend over if she asked, and that is without even using a lick of her powers.

Mr M must've dealt with them for her. That's good. At least he knows how to listen to her sometimes.

tags <3

@loveyhoneydovey @cutiecusp @pinkwigonmytv @mandythemint @itsberrydreemurstuff @tapioca-marzipan @fruitymoonbeams-blog @poohkie90 @chaoticevilbakugo @anubis-reed @thefairybird @skytacvia @marytvirgin @cynicalmnm @maechanexe @t0jis-worm @1800imgay @4ndjelij4 @multitargaryen @lilpothoscuttings @mysticalpandabear @silviafantin15 @marvel-ness @bobastayhigh @originalsimp @ghostiebabyyy @gxldyjess @msdrpreist @whore4dilfs  @alexwashere82 @clown-spoon @Ray-rook @urbimom @warenai @darlinglittledevil @jinxxangel13 @sae1kie @0alk0msan @dollymaneater @lilbiguy @mixplara @cipher-nine

[sai-int]

this struck something in me

The room is dimly lt, as it always is when you have sex with Simon. Shadows dance along the walls as he drives into you with unrelenting precision. Your back arches off the bed, lips parting in whimpers as his thick, throbbing cock hits that devastating spot deep inside you over and over. His hands grip you firmly, grounding you as your vision blurs, your body trembling under the sheer intensity of him. The air between you is electric—raw and consuming.

But then, just as you’re both caught in the heat of it, his low, gravelly voice rumbles softly against your ear.

"Y’know," he mutters, deadpan, "if I keep fuckin' ya this good, reckon y'might end up snorin' as loud as y'did last night."

You freeze for half a second, your brain short-circuiting before a laugh bursts out of you, completely unbidden. You try to hold it in, but it’s no use—you’re shaking with laughter, gasping for breath as Simon's thrusts slow to halt, watching you with the faintest glint of amusement in his eyes.

You manage to choke out between giggles, "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

He doesn’t respond immediately, just tilts his head with a dry, unimpressed look, though the tiniest smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Just making conversation," he says plainly, as if he hasn’t just shattered the mood entirely.

"Still with me?" he asks, his deep voice a low rumble as his hand cradles your cheek, thumb brushing softly against your skin. You manage a nod, your breath shaky, and a flicker of satisfaction crosses his face.

"Good," he murmurs, his lips ghosting over yours. "Now behave."

The words barely register before he thrusts into you again, slow and deliberate, pulling a gasp from your lips as your vision blurs, the intensity making your legs quiver.

mlist

[starsofang]

tw: death

oneshot found here!

guardian angel!simon who gets assigned to you later on in your life due to your high risk of dying young

guardian angel!simon who spends every waking moment watching over and protecting you

guardian angel!simon who’s surprised you can see him, and even more surprised that you aren’t scared

guardian angel!simon who makes it his goal to ensure that you live a long life, not allowing you to die in your youth

guardian angel!simon who begins to fall in love with you despite it being forbidden

guardian angel!simon who confesses his feelings against all odds, only to find out you’ve fallen for him too

guardian angel!simon who becomes too blinded by love that he becomes too comfortable, forgetting about his duty in being your protector

guardian angel!simon who holds your dead body in his arms, weeping over his lost love and the future taken away from you because of his greed

fallen angel!simon who is forever separated from where your soul rests in heaven, after being condemned to hell for failing to fulfill his duties in protecting your mortal life

fallen angel!simon who starts a war between the heavens and hell in order to reunite with you once again

[bluevelvet8]

it’s a joke, or is it?

[musouie]

convinced that könig is the epitome of a “malewife”

he’ll get up at the crack of dawn to make you breakfast, something new every day, and give you a sloppy kiss before you’re out the door and off to work.

and while you’re out: he’ll sweep the floors, polish the countertops, even rearrange the pantry if it seems too cluttered and disorganised (by colour on the days that feel long), until he feels you’ll be satisfied.

he then lounges around, switches through television programmes or flips through a book he’s neglected since the day before. but when he grows especially restless, he settles instead for waiting by the door like some needy house-pet (which is fitting, isn’t it?)

and in the evening, if you return noticeably stressed, he’ll help you shed your coat, usher you to the sofa with a massive hand on your back, and listen attentively as you confide all your worries to him as he massages the supple flesh of your inner thigh.

and if that doesn’t work — if that stubborn crease between your brow has yet to ease — he’ll bury his head between your legs and eat you out so tenderly until you forget why you were tense in the first place.

he’ll lick eager stripes against your cunt, suckle on your clit, and lap up all the slick that drips from your hole and smears over his chin. he’ll do it all, until his jaw aches and his tongue is numb and his lips are swollen, and you’re a whimpering mess, fingers knotted in his hair and thighs trembling as they cage his head.

and when you’re done, and you’ve ridden out the last of your orgasm, he’ll swallow the cum in his mouth, wipe his lips, and smile as he asks you, “is that better, liebling?”

(he’ll ignore your whines and acknowledgements of his arousal-stained trousers, insisting that he derives pleasure from your satedness)

masterlist <3

[sweet-as-an-angel]

Virgin! König

Warnings: 18+, Virgin! König, Rough! König, Huge Cock! König, Stomach Bulging, Size Difference, Praise, Unprotected Sex, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except ‘You’.

A behemoth pounding a comparatively tiny thing like you was, to the untrained eye, a complete mismatch. Especially when one could so easily spy the bulge in your stomach, the lengths to which your hole was stretched to accommodate his size, and the sheer weight with which his cock pinned you against the mattress. 

But they wouldn’t see the feral gleam in König’s eye, the need to mark you as his plain as day in the pace with which he thrusts, the bulging of his veins along his shaft, and the fervency with which the head of his length sobs, thick globs of pre-cum making his entrance only a scintilla easier as the girth of his cock renders re-entry almost impossible. 

Almost.

You know that telling him to slow down would be pointless now; a plea upon deaf ears. Especially as König all but sees god in his rapidly-approaching orgasm. His pupils are blown wide beneath half-lidded eyes, his lips suffocating as he presses a wet, open-mouthed kiss to yours. He pants, moaning, groaning, grunting with every exhale. 

He halts, – only for a second – and pulls out before gripping your legs and throwing your knees over his shoulder. He slams back in, hitting a spot deep within you. You can only scream as he resumes his animal pace, slamming into you more times than you can count, reaching a place no other man ever could.

“Doing– s-such a good job, Köni,” you coo between stilted gasps, hands gripping the pillow encasing your head, your crown hitting the headboard. He whimpers at your praise, biting his lip as he looks down at you, gazes upon the battlefield of bruises, bites and welts he’d pressed into your skin. He buries his mouth into the crook of your knee. He bites, suckling, burns the word ‘Mine’ into your skin.

And you can only lay there and take it, every sensibility being thoroughly pounded out of you with each shunt of König’s hips. And to think that this was his first time. Yet, he’s managed to break you down into such a state of fatigued euphoria that you can scarcely believe it. If it hadn’t been for the feverish, feral look in his eye, the sloppy rhythm to which he tries so desperately to abide, and his unwavering need to please you – praising you for taking his cock while almost sobbing amidst the buzz building in his core – you’d have assumed he’d been at this longer far than you have.

It only takes your clenching around him, trying to seize him as his unrelenting pace proves too much for you, that brings this giant to his knees. With your walls bearing down on him, strangling his member between robes of scorching velvet, it takes one final squeeze to wring König for all he’s worth.

He lets go a high-pitched, strangled moan as the knot in his abdomen snaps, a preliminary twitch of his most prominent vein your only warning before he’s flooding you with his semen. He throws his head back, eyes screwing shut as an electric storm sets his very being alight. You can feel his load pumping into you, filling you past full. Some trickles out, viscous and plentiful, in the little space where you and König are joined.

He can’t stop himself from collapsing on top of you as your knees fall from his shoulders. König uses what little remains of his strength to stop himself from crushing you with his gargantuan frame. His head hangs just above your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin. You swear you feel his drool dripping onto the pillow, just catching the edge of your marked, burning flesh. His tongue lolls out of his mouth, his teeth grazing your shoulder.

“Scheiße, (Y/N),” he whispers, his voice thin, his breathing deep.

Whatever reservations he’d had about the temptations of the flesh had been thoroughly eradicated thanks to you. But now, he faced another issue; trying to get a handle on his newfound libido – all without destroying you in the process.

This is going to be a long night.

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[simonz-angel]

just thoughts about simon who likes to light up balls deep.

like you’re over there falling apart on his cock and he’s just flicking up yk. like damn ion even know yall

talking bout pulling you by the throat to his lips, his soft breath pushing the yellowish opaque smoke into your mouth, groaning when your pretty cunt flutters round his cock.

LIKE ION EVEN KNOWW

[goatgoesmbe]

So about that post of Simons gf that's super kind. what if she's petty with her kindness. one time me and my mom got in fight and that same day she complained about how many house plants she had. so i bought her a miniature rose bush (roses being a hard plant to take care of) as make up gift. I've also made other people their coffee wrong, bought unbalanced pens, gave there cats cat nip, given their children obnoxiously loud toys, etc.

Tw : reader is morally questionable, mention of assault

OOOH ANON, I LOVE THISS-

Like- just because reader is sweet, that doesn't mean being a pushover. You have class, and your own way of handling assholes properly.

I imagine Simon would think he needed to be the one who protects you, seeing you're all sunshine and rainbow, always so nice and kind- and he just didn't want anyone to take advantage of you, you know?

But then he realized that you're actually not a damsel in distress.

The first time he saw it, was at a neighbor's baby shower..

"You've been with him for what? 3 years now- and still no ring?" 

Simon glanced at you,simply smiling  in response. He recognized that voice, Stella was her name. Or something along those lines. She was one of those people who always wanted attention, bragging about every little thing while also dragging people down just so she could feel better about herself.

Simon had to hold back from rolling his eyes when she previously arrived. Wearing matching designer clothes with her five-year-old son, Aiden. Which was a waste of money in his opinion, the little fella will grow out of them in a short time after all.

"I mean.. come on, you're not getting any younger.. better make it official soon before you expire - he might no longer  be attracted to you by  then" Before you could respond to the previous jab, Stella continued talking. You could see why she would ask something like that, it was just how she was like after all. 

You and Simon have reasons, but it was really none of her business. And you couldn't exactly explain to her that your boyfriend is legally dead so you couldn't marry him properly.

Simon wasn't even listening to the other lads around him anymore- not that he did in the first place. Looking at you directly from his spot, he observed the others who interacted with you. You were surrounded by the other moms from the neighborhood, yet none of them said anything against Stella.

He saw you giggle, brushing off Stella's words way too casually like it didn't affect you, or maybe you didn't get that she was mocking you- Simon wasn't sure.

"It's time to go, luv" His gruff voice stopped their conversation as he approached you. He could feel their eyes on him, some of them not hiding the fact that they found him attractive from how they looked up at him with a slight flush on their cheeks. He wondered how you were comfortable being around them at all, he could never exchange more than a few words with them without feeling  like he needed to commit  murder.

Well.. whatever, you won't be meeting them again anytine soon, since the both of you  were planning to move away.

You looked up at him with those big innocent eyes and pouted "But-". 

"It's late" he added, putting his hand on your hip and pulling you close to make a statement at the others who still shamelessly gawked at him.

Seeing that look in his eyes- the one that means he accepted no rejection, you sighed. "Alright, let me say my goodbye" You said before turning back to them.

Simon simply grunted and waited. And when he thought you were ready to go, he raised an eyebrow when you instead walked over to the kids who were busy playing. You told them about you moving out of  the neighborhood and the kids didn't seem to like that, you were their favorite after all.

"I have something for you guys to remember me by.." You chirped. Immediately, the kids looked at you with eagerness as you rummaged through your tote bag.

The side of his lips lifted under his mask when he saw you pulling out mini harmonicas. Before you could say anything more, a brat snatched one out of your hands. That was Aiden, Stella's spoiled boy. Which means it would be hard for the mom to get the noisy thing from him.

A cute little giggle escaped your lips as you watched the boy immediately blow on the harmonica messily, spraying spit everywhere.

After you made sure every kid got one, you stood up and held his hand before skipping away with him in tow. Cacophony of moms' frustrated yelling, children's laughs, and loud harmonicas left behind.

So you had planned your revenge all along, huh? Seems like you're not a total angel like he’d thought you were.

...

The second time was  when he visited you at work. While he provided  enough for you to stay home and do nothing, you still insisted on running  your own cafe. Saying that it had been your dream since you were little. And how can he say no when you look at him with those puppy eyes?

And while you do have people working for you, you still help around from time to time. "It's the best part about having a cafe," you said to him that one time.

He was sitting at a table close enough to observe you working in that cute little uniform you had designed yourself for the cafe, when a guy walked in. His appearance screamed 'douche', the kind of guy who would talk about how many body counts is too many for a woman in a podcast.

Despite that, you greeted him cheerfully like you do with every other costumer. Even when he told you to write 'daddy' on the cup after you asked for a name, a disgusting smirk on his lips.

Meaning you would need to yell out that word to call for him when the order was ready.

And while Simon was fuming inside, you were calm. Humming along with the music playing from the speaker as you prepared the coffee. 

But, instead of calling for the guy yourself, you turn to one of your employees. His name was Shane, written on the name tag clipped to his uniform. He was a big guy, not any taller than your boyfriend but still. A simple man who will be pleased spending the night scarfing down pizzas and beers. Now, Shane was known for many things, one of them being very gay, and being  totally not shy about it.

You smiled before turning away to take the next order, all while  secretly paying attention to what was going to happen next.

"Daddy..!" Shane shamelessly sing-sung the word loudly and even when Simon expected it already, he still choked on his tea. He also saw you biting down your lip to prevent yourself from laughing.

Shane went on for a while until the whole cafe fell silent except for the music playing that didn't fit the situation at all, which made it evenmore hilarious. 

'Daddy' finally walked over to get his order. Red in the face and looking very pissed. He was not stupid enough to cause a scene, however, and simply accepted his cup without so much as a thank you. And of course, Shane added the cherry on top by throwing a flirty wink.

And when you noticed the way he glanced at you after taking a sip of his coffee, tasting regular milk instead of almond- knowing full well he told you earlier about his lactose intolerance. You simply gave him that sweet smile of yours, a cheerful "Thank you, please come back again..!" Thrown his way like how it always is whenever a customer is leaving.

Simon chuckled under his breath and shook his head. Feeling proud (and scared, that was borderline crime) of his pretty bird being cruel in her own ways.

So when he saw you sighing after an argument on the phone with your mom, he didn't question it when you went ahead and bought a make up gift for her.

[slut4motherearth]

{ig: iamgia}

[moongreenlight]

Childhood best friend!Gaz

Who you had the biggest crush on growing up.

Who always bitched about not being able to take girls from school on dates because they all thought the two of you were an item.

Who gave you all of his jerseys to wear to his sporting events and made you swear to come to every single one. Insisted you were his good luck charm- even if he lost. “Can’t expect me to play well when I’ve got such a good looking cheerleader to focus on.”

Who took you to formal and took your virginity in the same night. You still have the corsage he gave you tucked away somewhere in a sentimental shoebox in the corner of your closet.

Who is always your date to weddings. So frequently so that people have started addressing the envelopes to the both of you.

Who calls you at least once a week to catch up and chat, even after moving away from home and joining the service.

Who sometimes whines his way into a video call with you. Both of you in darkened rooms, trying to mumble your way through a rushed rendition of phone sex when he’s got fifteen minutes to himself on a mission. Moaning about how he can’t be fucked to sift through a porn website. “C’mon, darl. Call it a favor. Nobody can see. Don’t even have to talk. Please, darl.”

Who still comes back home when he’s got enough time off the base.

Who insists you come stay at your parents when he’s at his.

Who still sneaks over in the middle of the night to watch movies like he did in high school even though you’re both far too grown. Still sneaks in through the small window in the basement despite fully being allowed in through the front.

Who practically moves his shit into your flat every time he’s got a week or two off of work.

“Jus’ a few weeks, darl. Won’t even know I’m here.”

You’ve stopped protesting at this point, but he still likes to make a scene about it when you make a sarcastic snark about his commandeering the entire living room.

“Couch is a bit cramped, though. Could let me sleep in the bed. We can play house like we used to, yeah? Mums and dads are s’posed to sleep together. Mums and dads are s’posed to do loads of things together.”

[bubuslutty]

I drew Angel!

now obviously I had fun with making her skin blue cuz it's my fave colour, but in her main demon form in the serie, she can look like anything, go wild, okay (she's a reader insert). I just added horns, a tail, wings fangs as like a prompt.

while I was drawing, I was watching some random YouTube videos abt sketchbooks to get motivated to finish it and listened to a playlist I made for soap cuz I love him.

the drawing is messy ngl. did it 3 hours. and my drawing skills are hella rusty. plus I used this image from Pinterest as a base.

lol you can even see how I gave up on the hair and working on the face cuz I didn't know what to do 💀

everybody is welcome to draw their own Angel 💞 no matter how shitty u think your art skills are.

@loveyhoneydovey @cutiecusp @pinkwigonmytv @mandythemint @itsberrydreemurstuff @tapioca-marzipan @fruitymoonbeams-blog @poohkie90 @chaoticevilbakugo @anubis-reed @thefairybird @skytacvia @marytvirgin @cynicalmnm @maechanexe @t0jis-worm @1800imgay @4ndjelij4 @multitargaryen @lilpothoscuttings @mysticalpandabear @silviafantin15 @marvel-ness @bobastayhigh

[sai-int]

fucking shy!simon for the first time

shy!simon who overthinks it to death. it’s not that he doesn’t want it, he does,. he wants it so badly the thought of your sweet, tight cunt keeps him up at night—but he gets stuck in his own head. he’s big and oafish, maybe a little dumb in this department, rough around the edges, and this is you. he’s terrified of messing it up, of ruining something he doesn’t even know how to name.

shy!simon who (when you finally, FINALLY corner him in the mess and drag him back to your quarters) hesitates every time his hands skim over your skin, like he’s waiting for you to change your mind. and when you don’t, when you lean into him instead, he lets out a breath like he’s been holding it for hours.

shy!simon who freezes the first time your tiny, warm hands slip under his shirt and skim over his bare skin. muscles tensing, breath catching, eyes squeezing shut like he’s trying to keep himself from falling apart. he’s shaking and he swears under his breath, cheeks burning, but he doesn’t stop you.

shy!simon who still asks, "you sure?" when his cock is lined up with your dripping hole, in this quiet, almost broken way, because some part of him still doesn’t believe this is real. and when you tell him—beg him "please just put it in", when you tug his chest flush to yours in instead of pushing him away, something in him finally gives.

shy!simon who starts off so damn careful, like he’s convinced he’ll hurt you if he’s not. you take him easily despite his girth because you just need him that badly, but despite that, he thrusts so slow and hesitant into you, like he’s waiting for some kind of sign to let go.

shy!simon who is absolutely weak for praise. tell him how good his cock feels , that you want him, that you've never been fucked this good before in your life (even though he's barely moving. he's just the perfect size) and he completely loses himself in you, lips letting loose as he babbles your name into the crooks of your neck, grip tightening around your waist and ass as he slobbers against your skin like he can't help it.

shy!simon who is completely gone, pussydrunk off you within minutes. whatever restraint he had disappears, replaced by something raw and aching. he’s still careful, still treating you like something worth holding onto, but now he’s just desperate with it, humping his cock into you until you're whining from overstimulation and until he cums deep inside your tummy with a shudder and wet eyelashes.

shy!simon who doesn’t say much after, but his hands never stop moving, tracing slow circles against your hips, fingers running through your hair. he might not be able to tell you how much he loves you yet, but the way his thumb brushes over your cheek says it all.

[virginmary2008]

vs angels are back👼🏻👼🏻🪽

[the-palelady]

listen. if you don’t like sabrina carpenter that’s fine, but that woman’s outfits are so stunning and i can just imagine ghost going absolutely mad seeing you in them.

especially in something like THIS. that man would go absolutely fucking feral.

normally he would be ripping your cute little outfits and lingerie at the seams, but oh no, not this one. the baby blue just looked so perfect, hugging your curves in all the right places. he had to keep this outfit safe no matter the cost.

one night, you slip it on right before he comes home from work, and set yourself up all pretty for him. your hair fanning out across your face, skin glowing, an angel amongst a sea of blankets and pillows right there on top of his bed.

simon’s angel.

and oh he is on his knees for you.

he’d worship every last inch of your body. those perfect, round tits that he’d suck into his mouth eagerly. he’d kiss down the plump of your tummy, the dip of your hips, until he’s nestled in between your legs.

he’d kiss along your inner thighs, moving his thumb up to rub at your sensitive nub, your back arching up into him, whining out his name like the pretty little thing you were.

simon would take his time with you. always does. he doesn’t want to hurt his girl when he finally does settle himself in between your legs, his cock heavy and sliding against your folds. the lingerie is still on, panties tugged to the side around his thumb.

“all this for me?” he’d ask in that deep, loving voice, reserved only for you. strands of his golden hair, that have grown out a bit more than usual, stick to his forehead. a handsome grin is plastered along his scarred face, lust filled eyes gleam down at you and you’d whine.

god, you loved him so much.

and he’d let you know he felt the same, wrapping his hands around the curve of your waist while he pressed himself into you. pressed himself into heaven.

“look at ya. so pretty.” you swear you hear him whine.

“takin’ me so well like a good girl.” this time you whine.

his thumb comes up to rub at your clit again while he pistons into you relentlessly. his tip hits that sweet spot so deep inside that you see stars and he backs off for a moment before hitting it over and over again.

your moans only encourage him further, his free hand roaming you like he can’t keep off of you, can’t get enough of you.

he grabs your jaw, your lips pursing from his grip. simon looks down at you with an expression so feral you could have orgasmed from that alone.

“gunna fill ya fulla me, sweet’art, that alright?”

you whine and beg for him.

yes. please, simon. inside, please.

“sing for me, angel. i wanna hear tha pretty voice.”

and you do sing for him. his name falling from your lips like a hymn, a gentle song only meant for his ears. simon can’t help but hold onto you tighter, gruff hands digging into the meat of your hips as you clench around him so tight he feels dizzy.

and he all but loses his damn mind, fucking you into the mattress despite how overstimulated you are. tears stain your pink cheeks and he thumbs them away, pressing into you so far you can feel him in your guts.

simon’s rambling, his forehead pressing into your temple as you cry out, your tears dampening his cheeks.

“ya look like a fucking goddess in this damn outfit. so beautiful. dunno wha tha fuck i did in my past life, but damned brute like me doesn’t deserve ya.”

he won’t stop talking. it’s all so much, yet the praise is sending you over the moon. your skin is on fire where his thrusts meet your ass, and you know there will be purple hand shaped bruises blooming along the expanse of your body when the morning comes.

“fuckkk,” his hips stutter slightly, your core becoming tight as he pulls himself completely out and slams himself right back to the hilt continuously.

“gunna breed this pretty pussy,” and you clench around him so fucking tight he almost collapses, a guttural moan escaping his chapped lips.

“ya like that, baby? want me to make ya a mummy?”

your back arches and you scream for him, white consuming your vision. simon’s hands grab ahold of your plump thighs and his hips roll down into you one last time. he twitches inside of your warmth while his spend coats your velvety walls. his arms reach up to wrap around your torso that’s still arched, his forehead pressing into your ribs as he catches his breath.

you both sit this way for a while, until he regains his composure and lowers your tired body back down to the bed.

when he sits up right your eyes are closed, long lashes tickling the apples of your blushing cheeks. your breathing is even now, and your skin is somehow glowing even more than it was when he first walked in. your hair cascades out around you like a wave. his palm hesitantly glides up along your tummy as if taboo. as if someone like him was undeserving of someone as soft as you.

and simon swears when he looks up at you, taking you in completely, he sees the glow of a halo above your head and a pair of angel wings nestled against the silk sheets of the bed beneath you.

[musouie]

cw ⊹ ࣪ ˖ dacryphilia, overstim | ib: @deargaz's drabble !

johnny gets so turned on when you cry.

he realises this while you’re both watching some shoddy film, something about a dog dying — he can’t remember, because the second he sees tears well up in your eyes, his cock is straining against his trousers.

it’s the way you sniffle, the way your eyes go all red and puffy...

and the more you sob, the harder he gets.

his hands start to wander, and it’s not long before they’re slipping between your thighs. you’re not quite paying attention, too caught up in the film, and you don’t notice that his fingers tease the soft skin below your fuzzy pyjama-shorts until his calloused thumb grazes your clothed clit.

“johnny,” you whisper, voice warbling, eyes snapping to his. “w-what’re you doing?”

“shh, don’t worry, bonnie,” he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “’m just tryna make ya’ feel better.” (the film continues, now background noise to his fib, to his want)

he slips his hand past your underwear, and his fingers are cold, but they quickly warm up as they slide through your folds. he rubs the pads of his digits against your sensitive bud, and your hips buck forward, a soft whimper tumbling from your lips.

the pleasure of it all causes your head to fall back against his shoulder, and he can see the wetness glistening on your cheeks, the way your eyelashes stick together.

“yer so fuckin’ pretty when ya’ cry,” he growls, his free hand reaching up to cup your jaw, tilting your face towards his to offer a better view. “so fuckin’ gorgeous.”

he presses his lips to yours, and the kiss is hot and messy and desperate, tongues sparring and teeth clinking as you both fight for a rise. he pulls away to lap at the seam of your lips, the warm muscle straying to your cheek...

you taste like salt, johnny notes, as he rolls the flat of his tongue over your wet skin, humming contentedly at the taste. he repeats the movement, drawing out a keening whine, and he feels himself growing harder and harder at the salty sting on his taste buds.

as he savours you, his fingers continue their ministrations, rubbing tight circles around your clit. it isn’t long before you’re trembling, your thighs clenching around his hand.

“that’s it, birdie,” he coos, his voice low and rough. “cum for me.”

and you do. with a choked sob, your body shuddering as your orgasm washes over you, you do.

but johnny isn’t finished.

he keeps going, his fingers working your clit, and the stimulation is too much, too intense, and you try to squirm away, but his other arm is wrapped around your waist, holding you in place.

tears of overstimulation leak from your eyes, stinging, blurring your vision. and there it is again; his tongue licking them away, lapping them off of your heated skin, moaning softly.

you sob as he works your little bundle of nerves, bringing you to climax two, three, four times, before you finally tap out. his digits are covered in your slick, and you watch with wide, bloodshot eyes as he slides his fingers into his mouth, humming contently at the flavour, cleaning them one by one.

and when he finishes, he takes a spit-soiled thumb and runs it across your cheeks, gathering the remnants of your tears before sucking his finger back into his mouth.

(can you blame him? he just wanted to hear his pretty bird cry... )

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[angel5ofp0rn]

unlike Ghost, Price does have a smartphone but he uses his index finger instead of his thumbs with his reading glasses low on his nose while he takes 45 minutes to reply to a text