#celestial Mischief

[prismatica-the-strange]

I want platonic autistic 4 autistic cuddles with Adam from gotg 3

[owlygem]

[daedelweiss]

i like how the peepaw leos are at each others’ throats while the teenage leos are just vibing 🤣

the peepaws:

Trial & Error by @apatheticrobots

Mutant Ninja Midlife Crisis by @mutantninjamidlifecrisis

Odd Man Out by @threestripeslider

We’ll Meet Again, Soon @chiangyorange

Replica by @kathaynesart​

the gremlins:

Celestial AU by @ashwii

Bloodbath by @trubblegumm

Nothing Left to Lose by @leo-kinnie​

Mystic Mayhem by @yourloveaton​

Life Mission: Save My Brothers by me 😛

[lgbtqreads]

Most Anticipated LGBTQ+ Young Adult Fiction: July-December 2024

A Darker Mischief by Derek Milman (July 2nd) When Cal Ware wins a scholarship to an elite New England boarding school, he’s thrilled to leave his past behind. Back home in Mississippi, he was the poor, queer kid who never fit in. But at Essex Academy, he’ll be able to reinvent himself. Or so he hopes… But at Essex, Cal’s classmates only see his cheap clothes and old iPhone. They mock his accent,…

[bluberryfields]

Is it hot in here or is it just him?

(Spoiler: definitely him)

The Loki Strut™

[phenioxflame]

Monkie Kid- Animal Fury Season 1 Chapter 1- Apprentice

The gray wolf sits in the darkness. She looks back to see a blue crystal clock. The clock turns once and lands on one. One blue flame is lit.

As the moon started to set on the city, the sun started to rise from behind the mountains. A cool brezze flower through Mk’s window; waking him up. He lifts himself up in his sleepy state and looks around, seeing that it was early morning.

“It’s seven? Might as well get up now.” He got up from bed and walked over to his window. He looked outside to see the moon out while the sun was still rising. “Oh cool. The moon is still out.”

Mk walks out the door and get’s in his car. He drives to the mountain.

Once he arrives at the mountain, he walks up the stairs to Monkie King’s (Sun Wukong) training dojo.

“Monkie King? Are you here?” Mk looked around and didn’t see Monkie King anywhere. “That’s strange…. He said he would be here.”

“And I am”, Sun said from behind Mk. Mk jumped and said, “Don’t do that!”

“Sorry, Sorry”, Sun said. “Ready for training?” Before Sun could take another step, he heard Mk’s bag ball to the ground. He looks back and sees Mk about to attack. “Guss that means yes.” Sun got into his fighting stance and started training in an instant. Mk and Sun continue to fight until Mk stands victorious.

“Yes!”

“Your getting better”, Sun said, pucking himself up. He brushed off the dust and dirt from his clothes. “And your powers are getting stronger.”

“Maybe, but they’re not as powerful as you”, Mk says, giving parise to his teacher. Before Sun could say anything else, a crash could be heard from the city below.

“Not again….!”

My jumps down from building to building until he sees a huge demon roaring.

“Oh come on…. Another demon”, Mk says in annoyance. Before he could act, a shadow figure enveloped by the sun jumps down and lands on a nearby building. They look up at the demon.

“This is gonna be fun.” The gray wolf raises her arm to the side of her and summons a claw-like weapon. “Now it’s time to go back to where you belong!” She jumps up and lands on one of the demon's extra arms and runs up to its face. The demon tries to shake her off, but the gray wolf jumps onto a nearby building and looks down on the demon. She jumps down once again and claws the demon’s face. From the impact of the blow, the wolf jumps up to the same building she was on before; her feet sliding against the roof. The demon roars in pain and agony until it disappears into the shadows. Magic surrounds the wolf’s claw-like weapon and it vanishes. “And that is how it’s done.”

“Wow, Monkie King, that was–”, Before Mk could say another word, he falls back. The gray wolf, wearided out by the situation, tries to walk away, but Mk reapers in front of her and says, “That was amazing Monk– O-Oh, your not Monkie King.” The gray toned wolf blinked a few times and then chuckled.

“Clearly.” The gray wolf looks at Mk’s staff and relized that the staff belong to Monkie King. She thinks, “How does he have Sun’s staff? He must be his apprentice.” She gathered her words and said, “You must be Monkie King’s apprentice. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“You have”, Mk asks.

“Yes. You're the talk of the celestial realm as of late”, The wolf says. She starts to walk away and says, “I’ll see you around, Mk.” Mk looked back at the mountain and then back at the wolf walking away. He looks at his staff and runs up to the wolf.

“Can you teach me that move”, Mk asks, his eyes growing big like a puppy. The wolf looks down and smiles. She then looks back up at Mk and says, “I’m sorry. I can’t. You already have a teacher. You shouldn’t go behind his back.”

“Oh… well, will I see you again”, Mk asked. The wolf looked back and smiled, then said, “Maybe one day.”

“When?”

“Let fate decide.”

“She what?”

“She killed the demon on her own”, Mk exsplained to Mai. “I think she was from the Celestial Realm.”

“What did she look like”, Mai asked.

“She was gray toned and she had a pendant that looked like the moon”, Mk described. “She had gold eyes too.” Sun almost dropped the scroll he was reading and looked away. He could feel a bead of sweat running down his face.

“Hey, Monkie King, do you know who she is”, Mk asked.

“I-I have no idea who she is”, Sun said, acting ignorant. “And IF she was from the celestial realm, she wouldn’t have come down here. Beings from the Celestial realm don’t travel to Earth.” As Sun went back to reading his scroll, a bright blue light caught the side of his eye. The trio looked over and saw a blue lit portal.

“What the?” Mk walks over to the portal and puts his hand through. He goes to pull his hand back out, but the force of the portal pulls him in.

“Mk!” Mie and Sun try to pull Mk out of the portal but they all get pulled in.

A portal appears in the celestial realm and Mk falls from above. He hits the ground. He rubs the back of his head and looks around.

“Is this… the celestial realm?”

“Mk?” Mk looks back to see the gray wolf looking at him from above. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s you again”, Mk says. “Am I in the celestial realm?

“You are”, the gray wolf says. “But right now, you're in the celestial forest. This is my domain.”

“I’m not here alone”, Mk says. “My friends are here too.”

“Your friends? Does that mean Monkie King is here too”, the wolf asks.

“Yes.” The wolf looks around for a moment and says, “Alright. I’ll help you find your friends. Follow me.”

Mk follows the gray wolf into the forest. Leaves the color yellow and gold fell to the ground. The yellow grass flows as the two walk.

“Do you live here”, Mk asks.

“Indeed, I do”, the wolf says. “I am this domain's protector among all things.”

“Really?”

“Yes. do you know what an embodiment is”, the wolf asks.

“No”, Mk answered.

“Well, an embodiment is in charge of keeping balance in three places”, the wolf continues, “The celestial realm. Earth. And the lunar realm. There are many embodiments have different respnibilities for what they are named for.”

“So what’s yours”, Mk curiously asks.

“I am the embodiment of Luck and misfourtun”, the wolf answers. She looks back and says, “We found them.” Mk looks down and runs over to Sun and Mai.

“Monkie King! Mei!”

“Mk!”

“Thank goodness you're alright”, Sun says. “How did you fild us?”

“She helped me.” Sun looks up and sees the gray wolf looking down on him. Sun’s face turned somewhat not convinced and said, “So you came out of hiding, huh?”

“What are you talking about”, the wolf says. “I keep on the low because I don’t like to make a scene.”

“And look at what you did back on earth.”

“Mad that you didn’t kill a demon?” Mai and Mk look at each other and ask in unison, “Do you two know each other?” Sun and the wolf looked at each other for a moment.

“I will slap you, Sun”, the wolf murmured. Sun sighs and says, “She’s my sister.” Mei and Mk looked at both Sun and the wolf and said in unison and surprise, “WHAT?!”

“Yup, I’m his sister”, the wolf days.

“Little sister”, Sun clarified.

“You two don’t look related”, Mei pointed out.

“She looks more like our father and I look more like our mother”, Sun says.

“How did you even get here”, the wolf asked. “Last I checked, the only way to get up here is through the celestial gate.”

“A portal pulled us in here”, Mei said.

“Ah, I see”, the wolf said. “Those would be realm portals. They tend to pop up every now and then.”

“Can you get us home”, Mk asked.

“Well, you can’t go through the celestial gate”, the wolf said. “But there is a way to get you all back on earth. Follow me.” The wolf leads the trio to a wall. The wolf waves her hands in the shape of a moon and a portal opens. “There you go: one portal back to Earth.”

“Thank you”, Mei says. She runs over to the portal and goes through. Sun does the same.

“I guess I’ll see you soon, Mk”, the wolf said. As Mk was about to walk through the portal, he stops, turns around and asks, “What’s your name?” The gray wolf looked at Mk for a moment and smiled.

“Mischief. Mischief Wukong”, she said. Mk smiled and said while waving his arm, “I’ll see you soon, Mischief!” Mk runs through the portal while Mischief waves goodbye. Mischief, the gray wolf, looked at the wall for a moment and then walked back to her home. While she walked, a blue light whispered into her ear.

He’s the one….

Two young cheeta girls run to the front of a traditional, yet modern, chinese house supported by a platform.

“Do you think she’s here”, one of them asks.

“I don’t see her”, the other said. From the right side of the building, Mischief opens a sliding door. The twins smile and say, “Mischief”, In unison. Mischief looks over and smiles when she sees Clock Wise and Wise Clock.

“Hello you two”, she says, walking down the steps to the fence where the twins hunh off. “What brings you here?”

“We were playing in the forest, but we found something”, Clock Wise said.

“What is it”, Mischief asked.

“We don’t know”, Wise Clock answered. “But it was black, and it was covering the mushrooms and trees.”

“Black? Can you take me to where you saw it”, Mischief asked. Clock Wise and Wise Clock take Mischief’s hands and lead her into the west of the forest. Clock wise and Wise Clock point over to the tree covered in the black substance. Mischief walks over to the black covered tree and neles down on one knee. She looks at the black substance and her blood runs cold.

“Mischief? What is it?”

“Clock Wise. Wise Clock. Go home and don’y come back until I tell you it’s safe”, Mischief says. Clock Wise and Wise Clock nod their hands and run back to their home. Mischief gets up and summons her claw-like weapon. Black-like mist rolls in and stops at the infected tree. Mischief walks to the right side of the tree and yells, “Show yourself! You are in the domain of luck and misfortune!” Mischief stood in her defencave stance waiting for a attack. She narrows her eyes in agitation; her pupils becoming slits.

“So it is you. At last we meet again, Embodiment of Luck and Misfourtune.” Mischief’s hair stood as she slowly looked behind her to see a bug-like demon smiling demonicly at her. Mischief’s point-of-view goes dark.

The moon from above started to disappear from the rain clouds rolling in. Its brilliant light slowly becomes nothing but a dark shadow. Tang looked up at the sky as the rain started to come down.

“I don’t think It’s gonna stop raining”, Tang says, walking back inside.

“I don’t remember the forcast saying it would rain today”, Pigsy pointed out.

“Well, what can you do”, Mei said. She looked over at Mk, looking up at the sky. She walks over to him and asks, “Are you still thinking about Mischief?”

“I don’t know why, but when I looked at her, it looked like she was in pain”, Mk said. He looks over at Sun and asks, “How come you never told me you had a sister?”

“You never asked”, Sun said. “And Mischief doesn’t associate with anyone outside her domain.”

“Right….” Mk looked out into the rain and saw a person walking to the etrance gate. But the person wasn’t normal. They had wolf-like ears and a wolf-like tale. A thunderbolt struck through the sky and showed Mischief hurt and beaten. Mischief looks up with her gold eyes as the lightning strikes through the sky and she mouths, “Help me….” Mischief falls to the ground. Mk and the others run over and help Mischief into the sanctuary. They lay Mischief up ugenst a wall.

“Mischief, What happened”, Mk asks with concern.

“He’s back….”

“Who”, Sun asked.

“The demon king”, Mischief answered in a hurt voice. “He’s the king of all demons on Earth and hell.” Mischief lifts herself up and walks over to the opening. “The embodiment of harmony banished him to the Lunar realm.”

“How did he get out”, Tang asks.

“I don’t know”, Mischief says. “He shouldn’t have been able to escape. He’s in the celestial realm, trying to destroy it.”

“Why?”

“Revenge, Sun”, Mischief says in annoyance. “He wants to destroy the celestial realm for what the embodiment of Harmony did. Mk, Sun, you two are the only ones who can destroy him.” Mk looks at Sun and says, “We have to go.”

“Mk, I don’t think this is–”, Before Sun could say another word, Mk interrupted and said, “This is your home we’re talking about! Mischief can't fight The Demon King. We have to.” Sun looks at Mk and then Mischief. He could see a lost and conflicted look on her face. He knew how much Mischief dedicated her life to protect the celestial realm. It was her home. It was his home too. He wouldn’t forgive himself if something happened to the celestial realm. Sun sighed and said, “Alright. Me and Mk will deal with The Demon King.”

“I can take you to the celestial realm”, Mischief says. She takes one step but holds her arm in pain. Tang and Pigsy held Mischief up to her feet. “I’m fine. I can still lead you there.”

“No, you can’t”, Sun says. “Stay here and rest. We have more than one way to get to the celestial realm.”

“I’ll go with you”, Mei says.

“Be careful”, Mischief says. Sun looks at Mischief and puts his forehead to hers.

“I promise, I’ll come back”, Sun said. He looked at Mischief one last time before creating his cloud. Mk and Mei jump on and the three of them fly to the celestial realm.

“Please be safe…”

“They’ll be fine, Mischief”, Sandy says. Mischief looks up into the sky and thinks, “I hope you're right.”

The trio fly down to the ground and look around to see the trees and ground in a darkend state. The trees were nothing more than shadow, and the ground was a dark shade of purple.

“What happened here”, Mk wondered.

“I’m not sure”, Sun responded. “But this isn’t Mischief domain anymore. It’s not supposed to be like this.” Mei looks over and sees a trail of darkness leading to the upper side of the forest.

“Looks like the dark energy is going upward”, Mei says, pointing to the upper forest.

“Then let’s not waste any time”, Mk says.

The trio make it up to the forest edge and look around. Sun and Mk’s hair stands. They look behind them and see three glowing red eyes looking at them. Mei looks back to see Sun and Mk in a worried state.

“You two alright?” Mei looked in their direction and saw a red face. The demon growed and charged up the hill.

“Run!” The trio run to the open hill. The Demon King whips one of his tales around and hits the trio back into the forest. Mei hits the ground while Sun and Mk both hit trees. Mk looks up and sees Sun in pain.

“So that useless embodiment sent you here”, The Demon King said, a demonic laughter following after. Mk lifts himself up and takes out his staff. The Demon King looks down at Mk and says, “The staff of Ra? Oh you have got to be kidding m–” Mk jumps up to The Demon King’s face and hits the top of his head. The Demon King holds his head in pain.

“What in infernos throne?!” Mk hits The Demon King back and he falls on his side. Mk goes for the finishing blow when The Demon King uses his oversized claws to pin him to the ground. “I have faced warlords, kings, and gods, and this is what I face? To think you could have been more than what you are now.”

“MK!”

“Mischief?” Mk gets up with what little strength he has left and looks up to see Mischief ghost-like rendition. “H-How? Are you dead?” Mischief rolls her eyes and shops the top of Mk’s head.

“I’m not dead”, Mischief exclaims. “It's an astral projection.”

“O-Oh.” Mischief looks to the left and snaps her head up to see The Demon King.

“Is that The Demon King? He wasn’t this big when I saw him”, Mischief says.

“I thought you fought him like this”, Mk said.

“No”, Mischief exsclaimed. The ground from below starts to rumble. “There’s not much time. Mk, I can give you my power for a short amount of time, but you have to make the last strike count.”

“Are you sure?”

“You're more powerful than you think. If you can master Monkie King’s power, then you can handle mine”, Mischief says, holding Mk’s hands in her own. She lets go of his hands and takes a few steps back and moves her hands in the kanji moon. “Your will becomes strength, and my will becomes your power.” Blue and silver magic flows into Mk’s being. His staff turned blue. Mk’s eyes glow a brilliant blue and he looks up at The Demon King. “Now, Finish him off!!!” The Demon King looks down in confusion and sees Mk covered in a blue mist like magic.

“What?!” Mk junmps up and punches The Demon King multiple times and pins him down to the ground.

“This ends now!!!” Mk dashes down and destroys The Demon King in one strike. The Demon King looks over to Mk in a weakened state and thinks, “So the moon has chosen their champion…..” Mk lands on the ground and holds his head. The blue and silver magic flies off of Mk and returns to Mischief’s astral form.

“You did well”, Mischief said. She looks up and sees the sky start to become a light blue. She smiles and says, “Thank you, Monkie Kid. I'll see you back on Earth.” With that said, Mischief’s astral projection fades away.

“Mk!” Mk looks back to see Sun and Mei run up to him.

“Are you two okay”, Mk asks.

“Aside from the hurting back, I think we’re good”, Sun says.

“You fought The Demon King without me”, Mei projects.

“Sorry”, Mk continued, “It was happening so fast that I didn’t really think.”

“At Least The Demon King is gone”, Sun says. “Let’s go home.”

Sun raps up the last of Mischief cuts.

“That should do it”, Sun says.

“Mischief, is there a reason you where on earth”, Mk asked.

“Yeah, I was wondering that too”, Sun says. “You never leave your domain unless it’s to see the council of balance.” Mischief looks away and sighs.

“Well, Since you did save the celestial realm, you deserve to know why I was on Earth”, Mischief says. “I didn’t come to earth to fight a demon. That day, when we met, I was looking for an apprentice.” Sun blinks a few times and says, “An apprentice? Are you sure The Demon King didn’t knock your brains loss?”

“I mean it, Sun”, Mischief says. “I was going to travel outside the city, but when I saw you, Mk, your power was far more powerful than I thought. Mk, I have chosen you to be my apprentice.”

“Hold Up!” Sun hugs Mk in a protective manner and says, “You are not taking Mk to the celestial realm! And plus, Mk already has a mentor: Me.” Mischief rolls her eyes, pushes Sun’s nose and says, “I don’t plan on taking Mk to the celestial realm, you goof. I plan on staying here on earth and at night, I will train Mk. And plus, the celestial realm has gotten a bit stale. You have room for one more?”

Mk’s hand glows a soft red from magic. Mischief’s crest appears and hovers on Mk’s back. Once the spell is done, the crest fades away.

“That’s it? Mk is your apprentice now”, Mei asks.

“Yes”, Mischief says. “He is now my apprentice. What were you expecting?”

“A light show”, Mei answers.

“ Sorry to disappoint you.”

“Are you sure you're okay with this, Monkie King”, Mk asks, holding his right hand with his left.

“I’m cool”, Sun says.

“Don’t you mean hot”, Mischief teased. She laughed and Sun chased after her.

A being covered in shadows and mist looks at several maps with multiple dates on the top left corner. A red light whispers in the beings leopard ear. The being laughs and says, “So she’s finally chosen an apprentice. This changes nothing. I will have my revenge, and the moon will pay for what she did to me.”

Here is the first chapter of Monkie Kid: Animal Fury. I kid you not, this took me a week to finish...

Summary: The journey begins as Mk Meets Mischief, the little sister of Monkie King, Sun Wukong.

The YouTube link is what I imagine to be the intro of My FanFiction.

[jabbers-wild-world]

Jabber’s Current Test Muses:

Augustus “Gus” Porter

The Collector

[nixnephili]

Kitsunezai

Posting this on a whim

Here's a little Kitsunezai concept

I always felt like the outfit could be really cool if they could've detailed it a lot more.

When looking at the folkloric feel to Dazai's official Kitsune concept, a few things are identifiable. Here's some stuff-:

-He would be over 100, as kitsune are believed to grow more tails only after reaching that age.

-He's a Yako or Nogitune- which are the more 'morally grey' kitsune. Having a tendency to lean towards mischief and are likely to interact with humans.

-white and black coats of fur are rare, but they are present for nogitune.

In Japanese folk and mythos, kitsune can hold one of 13 powers

celestial, wind, spirit, darkness, fire, earth, river, ocean, forest, mountain, thunder, sound, and time

so they often may wear beads around their necks/ on their person to symbolize the elements

they only wear 12 out of the 13 because they exclude the one element the wearer represents.

So Dazai has 12 beads.

-Nix🌙

[codemagister]

Needless to say, I won.

Brb gonna go challenge the Toymaker to UNO.

[sinswithpleasure]

To-Do List: Cream & Coffee

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Thank @friskyriskywhisky for this fic. Without him, I'd never write Minju.

Kinks: Public Sex, Magical Mischief, Blasphemy (really, this fic is that).

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Sometimes, you forget Minju is an angel. 

She’s an angel, of course, but she’s also an angel, in every sense of the word. As in, “be not afraid” angel, as in miracles type, heaven-born angel. She embodies purity, compassion, kindness, and all that is holy and good with… well, almost every action she takes. 

Of course, you’d questioned it before: “Almost? Aren’t angels perfect?” It’s a valid question, and Minju corrects you every time you mention it: “Not perfect—blameless. Also, the rules have relaxed a bit! That’s why I’m always around you humans!”

If your next question is about what exactly Minju isn’t good and holy about, she’s had an answer for that too, with a wink and a smile: “Everyone says I’m mischievous, so it’ll only be a while before you’ll find out~.”

And find out you have—thoroughly, even. Minju seems to orbit around you a lot, and you’ve been roped into her schemes one too many times, much of which bring far too much risk for you. However, there’s no denying the satisfaction those schemes bring though—Minju makes sure you benefit too, whenever she decides to pull one of her tricks. Win-win scenarios are her bread and butter, she says, with a little swish of her hand and soft glow from her eyes, because “a few heavenly miracles don’t hurt anyone”. Far too many times she’s used it to get both you and her out of trouble, and you swear she’s way too mischievous and curious for anyone’s own good. It’s this mischief of hers that leads you to constantly remind yourself that she’s celestial, even if she doesn’t carry herself like one.

As you sip your coffee, Minju’s fork clatters against her plate, and she leans back with her signature smirk. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that she’s acting up again. 

“Yah, Minsik.” Minju calls for you. “I—”

“No, whatever it is, no.” You’re quick to shut her down. “I’m not about to do whatever it is you’ve thought up.”

“I didn’t even say what it was!” Minju’s pouting now, arms crossed over her letterman jacket, looking every bit like a petulant child. “You’re no fun.”

“That’s because every scheme you put me up to involves us doing something that could get us jailed.” 

“But I always get us out, don’t I?” Minju sulks, but it morphs into a grin quickly after. “And you can’t lie to me about how good I always make you feel when I make you try anything I think up.”

The memories instantly come flowing back—Minju on your bed, Minju on her knees, Minju on your lap, Minju bent over a desk, Minju against the wall. In some of these memories, Minju is naked, and in the others, she’s clothed in varying degrees. With these thoughts in your head, your body betrays your mind—your cock begins to harden in your pants, and you shift your legs to attempt to hide your bulge, even if Minju doesn’t have it in line of sight. 

“Yeah, I can’t, but what happened to ‘just having a normal afternoon drinking coffee and eating cakes’, Minju? We can’t even have that anymore?” 

“Oh, shut up, you.” Minju’s mischievous grin only grows bigger. “You can’t lie to me, you’re getting horny just remembering what we’ve done.”

“No I’m not.” You lean back in your chair, coffee in hand, taking a sip through the straw. Even if the effort is futile, you’d do it anyway just to spite Minju. 

Minju rises from her chair, and she slowly sashays around the table. You take advantage of this moment to ogle her thighs in her jeans—her body is nothing but perfect. She bends down right in front of you, her grin now stretching from ear to ear as she notes your reactions.

“Liar. You know I can tell when humans lie.” 

Minju leans in close to whisper her proposition.

“I think we should have some fun, Minsik.”

You sigh in resignation, then take the bait. “What kind of fun, Minju?”

“Well…” The angel stands back up and winks. “I’ve never had sex in a cafe before.” 

With a wave of her wrist, white light glows from her eyes, and the world around you ripples, as if it were water. You take a moment to enjoy the visual effects on the world around you. In that time, Minju closes the distance—she straddles you and plants herself on your lap, your bulge pressing right against her body. 

“Liar.” Minju repeats, smirking. “You said you weren’t horny.” She crosses her arms as she grabs the hem of her white tee, and you watch in barely restrained lust as the angel on your lap peels her shirt off her. As the cloth rises above her head, her petite, yet perfect breasts greet your eyes as she drops her shirt on the table behind her. Once again, no bra—the angel despises underwear, having “not needed any of it for the entire time I’ve been an angel”, something which you definitely have no complaints about. Minju rests her arms over your shoulder, and she grinds down on your bulge as she softly groans in pleasure. You join her in vocalizing your pleasure, all pretenses dropped, and you hold the angel steady by her hips as you grind into her too.

“It’s great to be an angel.” Minju sighs softly and bites her lip down on a particularly hard grind. “I can just cloak anytime and enjoy having sex, and no one would know.”

“You’re so corrupted, Minju.” You shift your hands up to caress the angel’s body, and she whines in pleasure when you cup one of her breasts in your palm, soft kneads and squeezes of her flesh drawing more sounds of pleasure from her. The angel only laughs, and she denies it with a wave of her wrist. “Heh, no I’m not. I just do what I enjoy doing, and no one’s going to stop me. Not the old man next to us with his newspaper, not the lady to your left working on her financial reports, not the baristas behind me, and most of all,” Minju’s pointer finger pushes against your chest as she taps you three times, “Definitely not you.” 

The angel is right—you’re not stopping her at all. Even as the old man to your right shakes his paper to get a better grip on it, even as the businesswoman to your left takes a glance in your direction, you’re not protesting at all when Minju’s hand trails down to undo your pants and zipper. You’re still fondling Minju’s bare breasts, and the angel leans in to push her lips against yours. No one can see you—the angel’s magic ensures that. She only lets the people see what she wants them to see, and right now, she wants them to see nothing at all. 

“Mm, so hard for me, that’s good.” Minju has her hand over your bulge now, having shifted down to your lap, and she only gives you a cursory few rubs before she withdraws her hand, to your disappointment. That doesn’t last long though—the angel begins to undo your pants, and she pulls your hard, twitching shaft out from underneath your zipper. She wraps her hand around it, soft slow strokes along your length drawing soft groans from your lips, groans that she silences with a hot kiss. Her tongue meets yours in the middle, and you pull her tighter against you, eager to feel her body against yours. However, Minju pulls herself back now, her weight leaving your lap as she gets off you. 

“Minju—”

“Shhh…” The angel giggles at the look of desperate need all over your face. “Give me just a second~.”

It happens in an instant—Minju is on your left one moment, and then in a blink of an eye, she’s on your right. The only difference between both of them is this: the Minju on your left seconds ago had her jeans still on, and the Minju on your right has them off. The angel is naked right next to you, her thighs glistening with her arousal as she straddles you again. It is at this point you notice that you’re naked too, your clothes and hers in a neatly folded pile on her chair. 

“This is cheating, Minju.”

“And who’s keeping score, Minsik?” Minju stands over you, her lips softly brushing against yours in a ghost of a kiss. “This little miracle doesn’t hurt anyone, does it? Especially if it gets us closer to having sex.” The angel lifts her legs one by one to fold them up over either of yours, almost as if to kneel right in your lap, her ankles supporting her weight with your help. Her knees are in the air next to both of your thighs. You instinctively grab Minju by the hips and ass while she balances herself, and she grins when she grabs your cock to brush it right against her labia, the moan torn from your lips exactly what she wants to hear.

“Mm, I love this part.” Minju exhales in stutters, the hot breath brushing against your lips. “The part where I drip all over the cock I’m about to fuck.”

And drip all over it she does. Minju coats your cock with a sheen of her slick, her hand helping to spread it all over with soft strokes once more. She takes a glance to see how aroused both you and her are, and the angel only giggles at your dazed expression of lust, pleasure, and anticipation when she looks back up. 

“Oh my God, Minju…”

“Hey, not in vain.” The angel jokingly chastises, as she always does. “I’ll smite you.”

“Do your worst,” is your challenge.

“That I will.” Minju lines you up with her hole, and in one stroke, she slams herself down on your cock. You moan out loud as Minju takes you to the hilt instantly. A loud whine of pleasure accompanies your moans as well, before Minju shakily breathes, “Just. Like. That.”

Just like that, she says. Just like that, you’re having sex with Minju, again, on her whim. The angel “smites” you over and over with her hips, engulfing your cock in her velvety, warm, tight cunt with every time she impales herself on your shaft. She takes to sex like a fish to water—you have no idea how, no idea why, and neither do you care or have ever cared. What you do care about right now is how she bounces herself on your cock, every stroke reaching deep into her as she fucks herself down on your length. Neither of you hide your moans as the world carries on around you—the cafe’s patrons are none the wiser about the sexual activities just inches away from them. This knowledge excites both Minju and you— as she fucks herself down on you hard, the almost-crazed joy displayed in her eyes from having such wanton public sex is mirrored in yours as well. Minju is a godsend—figuratively and literally—that has you able to do things you’ve only dreamed of in your wild fantasies, and you’re going to enjoy it for as long as you can.

“You’re hitting me right there every time, Minsik~!” Minju’s G-spot rubs against your shaft with every stroke of hers, and you thrust up in time with her as well. Your loud, vulgar exclamations of pleasure mix with Minju’s own, and the claps of her flesh against yours as well as the wet sounds of her pussy milking your cock only leave you both more and more aroused.

“Oh, fuck, Minju, fuck, you’re so tight, fuck!” The angel’s cunt massages your shaft, as if trying its best to coax your cum out of you as soon as possible. Her pussy is incredibly tight, and the pleasure you derive from it has you close to orgasm already. Minju is no better—she’s softly muttering about how close she is right next to your ear, her pussy drenching your cock and balls in her arousal, walls getting tighter and tighter as she gets close to her peak. 

“Fuck, Minsik, make me cum, make me cum together with you, make me cum all over your cock—”

From experience, you know Minju’s a talker, and her words only push you to thrust up into her harder, deeper, faster as you chase your high with her. The girl on your lap fucks herself on your cock in time with your thrusts, and both of you wrap your arms around each other however you can, pulling each other tight against the other as you hit your combined peaks simultaneously. 

“Oh, Minju, I—”

“Minsik~!”

Neither of you bother holding back your moans as you orgasm together. Minju’s hips buck against your faltering thrusts, her juices flowing down all over your lap as jets of squirt drench your lower half. Even as your hips stutter, you keep fucking into Minju as well as you can—burst after burst of thick white cum shoots deep into the angel’s tight cunt, and with every thrust, you push your load deeper and deeper into her, prolonging the pleasure both of you enjoy. The carnal pleasure seems to last forever, and both of you hold each other tightly as waves after waves of it wash over your bodies. Both of you make a mess where you sit—Minju’s juices mix with your overflowing load on the chair and the floor beneath you, and the air smells of sex. You hug the angel in your embrace as your highs subside, and she pushes herself off you urgently, though the smile on her face promises she means no offense.

“Don’t get mushy on me, fucker.”

“Shut up.” You help Minju off you, and your cock twitches when you fully exit her—thick drops of cum fall from her freshly fucked hole onto your shaft, and you can’t help but groan when you see it. 

“Already wanting a round two, Minsik? We can make it happen.” Minju giggles as she reaches a hand beneath to collect your flowing excess, then raises it to lick it all off. “You always taste so nice.”

“Oh my God, shut up, Minju…” You chuckle to yourself, the corrupted angel joining you as she grabs her clothes. With a wave of her wrist, both you and her are clothed, the mess beneath you cleaned up, and you’re both right back where you started—a normal afternoon drinking coffee and eating cakes.

“This was fun, Minsik.” Minju’s eyes flash with mischief once more. “I wonder where we can do it next…”

[chknbzkt]

FINALLYYY FIRST CELESTIAL IVE BEEN CHOMPING AT THE BIT TO SHOW THIS-

And a mix of various sketches and drafts!!!

Psst down here v

Since the horrific murder of a nobleman has put many people in the kingdom’s walls off the idea of letting dragons in their midst for the time being, Sundrop’s continued employ under the king as a personal jester and informant has many under the impression that the dragon himself may have had something to do with it, and that his influence is corrupting the monarch in question.

Sundrop, however, thinks the people can believe whatever they want.

While his position gives him plenty of wiggle room to lavish himself with as much luxury as he desires, truthfully he’d much rather be outside the kingdom walls than in them. No, his heart lies with the wilds of Hyde’s Crossing’s ancient forests. His hoard isn’t even as extensive as it should be, consisting of a few plushies, puzzles, and children’s toys here and there, it’s oddly… empty?

So as much as he… appreciates the fluidity, he spends most of his time trying to keep his distance from Farqur Kingdom as often as possible. Before he has to return.

When he isn’t on his perch at the king’s beck and call, he’s running into random adventurers and the odd monster hunter left and right as he continues to peruse the wilds and stir up mischief as per usual. Most of them have been called to action as of late due to the influx of shades razing settlements to the ground when they’ve been left unchecked for far too long, rising to the challenge in the hopes of scoring money to keep themselves afloat.

There have been a few stinkers regarding interactions here and there, but making new friends is still endlessly fulfilling and entertaining on the occasion that they’ll let him get close enough to actually mingle with them proper. He’s content to share stories of his findings and across the land, landmarks, places of interest, the best places to sun oneself and the loveliest fishing spots!!! This boy loves to know people and be known!!!

He never sticks around long enough to say goodbye however. Always leaves in Farqur’s general direction in a big hurry at odd beats in the conversation. Odd fellow. And he never actually clocked where his companion was from, so the chances of them meeting again are slim…

He seems very flighty for someone so pleasant…

[prismatica-the-strange]

Drabblecember | Day 2: Baking Together | Celestial Mischief

Warnings: 18+, none

"Hand me the powdered sugar?" Celeste asks.

She holds out her hand expectantly as she whips the cream cheese.

"Oh no," Stephen chuckles, "I'm making the frosting. You never make it sweet enough."

"Just cause I don't put the whole bag in?'

He grins and bumps her to the side with his hip, "Why don't you go check on the gingerbread? It should be almost done."

She bumps him back when he tries to pour the frosting sugar into the bowl, making him spill some.

"Hey!"

She pretends not to hear him and pulls the gingerbread from the oven, "Cupcakes should be cool soon, you almost done with that?"

She turns back to him once she sets the hot pan down, only to get a puff of powdered sugar to the face.

"Dad!"

[twinksrepository]

An Angelic Alpha

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Simeon X F!Reader, hints of Lucifer X F!Reader

CW: Alpha and Omega Dymanics, Smut, blow jobs, penis in vaginal sex, creampie, dubious consent, voyeurism, Sub and Dom elements, breeding, possessive behavior.

Word count: Roughly 7.1K

A/N: In a world where only Humans have a secondary sex, you've enjoyed the freedom of the Devildom to your hearts content. Unaware of what happens when a certain angel gets the chance to be along with you and it turns out, he's not exactly an angel anymore.

So another brain worm and this one very much because it's Kinktober. I had a lot of fun with this one and I hope you enjoy it.

Images belong to Solmare.

You still don't know what to make of the sudden changes since you got back to the Devildom, for the first time ever under your own power. That feeling of freedom that you have here seems slightly restricted compared to before. 

And it's mostly because Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos seem to be going out of their way to ensure you're never alone with Simeon. 

You just don't get it. 

They've never cared this much before, in fact the only person they cared about keeping you away from was Solomon and that was mostly when his ruts were due to start. 

All the men in your life that were from the Devildom and Celestial realm (minus Luke), all seemed to agree on a singular point. Solomon wasn't going to be allowed the chance to win you over because of biology. 

If anything, it was a point that seemed to make Lucifer bristle and glare even harder at the human sorcerer. The simple fact that of the three worlds, only humans had a second gender. 

And you just happened to be an omega. A detail that Solomon just seemed to love throwing in Lucifer's face. How he could never fill that biological niche that he could as an alpha, following it by one of those little chuckles of his. 

Of course, Solomon himself was respectful of your wishes to not just be a piece of meat to be snatched up and claimed. Part of you honestly thought that it was funny the number of times you'd gone looking for him only to learn he had taken an unexpected vacation elsewhere in the Devildom.

 You weren't dumb. Barbatos would never admit it, but you could see the gleam of mischief in those emerald eyes of his. The fact that you never got a whiff of Solomon in his rut was a clear indication that the demon that could open doors wherever he wanted was sending the alpha as far from you as possible. Plus the grin of satisfaction very much hidden under that mask of butler perfection might have also given him away. 

Solomon aside, it was one of your favorite things that you quickly found when you arrived in the Devildom. 

Freedom. 

You didn't have to worry about taking your suppressants to the point of it being toxic to keep yourself from being accidentally triggered into a heat. That ever present fear of being snatched off the street was gone, replaced instead with a sense of excitement every time you turned a new corner. Sure, you still took your suppressants, but you could also enjoy your heats when they came. 

After all, the brothers couldn't smell the difference lacking a second gender themselves and they had been around long enough to understand what your flushed skin and wanton moans meant. 

Asmo had been delighted. Even before forming a pact the Avatar of Lust had been more than happy to help you out, even telling you how he had been summoned by more than one desperate omega that needed release, but didn't want a mate, to help them out. After the first time, he had kissed your nose and told you how you had become his absolute favorite omega and he couldn't wait for your next heat. 

Somedays you wondered how any of them got anything done when you were in heat since you never seemed to be in bed alone.  

Well. 

Unless it was Lucifer. 

The Avatar of Pride was far from being a prude but he made it clear that if he was helping you, there wasn't room for anyone else in the nest you'd made on his massive bed. The demon had even gone so far as to have had a replica knot made that doubled as a cock ring to try and help sooth your burning body while his hands roamed your slick skin. More than once when you were well aware of your senses he'd whisper how he wanted to make you his, to claim you if you wanted it. 

Fuck did you want it. Wanted him. Oh how you hated the fates for the fact that the being you loved more than anything couldn't forge that biological bond that would forever serve as a divide.

 Even if, you were beyond annoyed at the sudden change in how he acted around Simeon. Like he was on guard or something. Every offer for tea turned down before you could speak, asking to help him go through some homework with Luke that he wasn't all that clear on also shot from the sky before you could utter a syllable.  

The growl you had heard from Lucifer when the two of you had been looking at Simeon's D.D.D. to see why it wouldn't stop switching to silent mode had made your head spin as if the demon had become an alpha all of a sudden. 

The worst part? Whenever you asked Lucifer what was going on he'd just huff before sighing and saying. “It isn't my place to tell you, Lamb. Just trust me, please.” You were certainly annoyed with him, even if he did his best to try and distract you from it with his affections. 

Which was part of the reason you were happy to spend some time after class with Mammon, even if he was plotting how to make some quick grimm. Sitting in one of the classrooms with the white haired demon as he giggled about how great this scheme was going to be, you focused on your book instead. Finally almost done reading the original version of the Seven Lords that Levi had you borrow on the strictest of conditions. 

“Mammon, this app you told me to download seems to keep causing my phone to crash.” You hadn’t heard the door open, or the sound of soft footfalls but you know the sound of that voice anywhere. 

“Ya must be usin’ it wrong then.” Standing and looking over the angel's shoulder before blanching. “I just remembered I got somewhere ta be!” A cloud of dust left in his wake that was reminiscent of an outline of the Avatar of Greed made you sigh. 

Slipping your bookmark in between the pages before you rose and approached the handsome angel. “Let me see Simeon.” Curling your fingers around his D.D.D. while standing beside him so he could see the screen and what you were doing, not that it was going to matter since even if he remembered the steps he was so inept with technology he would have probably just made it worse. 

A few taps and you see the problem. “Simeon, you need to stop letting Mammon convince you to install things on your phone. This one has been running a program in the background that's sending the information on your screen somewhere else.” Probably another one of Mammon's shady deals that he forgot about until Simeon asked him about it just now. “The reason your phone keeps crashing is because it's overheating from all the programs running at once.” A few more taps and you start uninstalling everything else that looks suspicious. 

“Thank you for helping me, Lamb.” Moving just a bit closer to you which you don't see anything strange in, if anything you lean more against his body. You've missed the chance to just spend time with the angel, plus you don't have to worry about being distracted by his shoulders and those stupid little hip windows since he's in his cafe outfit. You might miss the view but at least you aren’t left a blushing distracted mess in his presence. “I've missed spending time with you these last few weeks.” Curling one of his arms around the small of your back and resting his hand on your hip. 

“I've missed you too.” Glancing up at his face with a smile and a small tilt of your head, you hadn't expected him to be that close since your nose almost banged into his. “I'm sorry about that, I'm just not sure what's gotten into Lucifer lately.” Shaking your head and taking in a long exhale to try and stop yourself from getting more annoyed with the Avatar of Pride than you already are. 

Blinking at the nutty yet sugary scent that you smell, it reminds you of coffee and maybe some caramel, the kind made by boiling sugar and water and leaving it just a little too long as if the edges are starting to burn. 

“Wha…” Trailing off as you start to blink faster, your tongue feels sticky inside your mouth and your head feels a bit like it's underwater. Carefully letting Simeon have his phone back as you press the heel of one of your hands into the ridge of bone above your eye socket, trying to alleviate the sudden pressure pounding into your skull. “Sorry Simeon, I'm. I'm not feeling so good.” That’s an understatement. 

You feel like there's an inferno starting to burn just under your skin, the back of your shirt growing damp and clinging to your shoulders as you try to wipe the sweat beading along your hairline. That cloying scent hanging inside your nostrils isn't helping either, if you didn't know any better you'd think it was the scent of an alpha about to go into the early stages of a rut. 

But. 

That can't be right. 

“Here. Let me help you.” Fuck. Leaning against Simeon isn't helping at all, if anything the scent is stronger, his fingers gently pushing the soaked hair back from your face as you whimper. 

If you weren't so confused you might have heard the tremor in his voice, unaware of him licking his lips as he watched you. Too busy trying to focus on the reason for your body starting to ignore the commands of your brain like you’re in a syrupy daze. “I.” Your stomach is starting to clench the same way it does when you start to go into heat, your body warming and adjusting as the hormones associated with it start to flood your system. “I think I need to get home.” This is bad.

You're not supposed to go into your heat for another week, why in the Devildom is it starting to hit you now? And where is that scent coming from? It's making your core start to flutter and the slick you’re producing to trail past your folds in a steady stream. 

“Do you?” 

Huh? Squinting when you open your eyes, what is he asking you with that short question? 

Opening your eyes might have been a mistake. 

Simeon's face is barely millimeters away from yours, but what really has your attention is his eyes. Those normally celadon blue eyes tinted with yellow are nearly black, the thinnest ring of blue around his blown out pupils. “Simeon?” You don't understand why but you find yourself sliding your hand up the side of his chest, your thumb brushing the edge of the doublet feeling every stitch. 

“Do you need to go home?” One of his hands is sliding along your back, dipping lower until those long digits of his can slip under the hem and brush the damp cloth away from your body. “I can help you, you know that don't you?” 

“Simeon.” The nutty smell grows even stronger when he tilts his head. “What’s going on?” The beautiful angel lets out one of those airy laughs of his that reminds you of the sound of raindrops falling onto bells, soft and gentle, swallowing as your sex throbs hard enough that your knees almost buckle, clinging closer to him to keep yourself standing. 

“I think.” Brushing the tip of his nose along the ridge of your cheek before he dips his head, the point grazing the patch over your scent gland and you can hear his deep long inhale just under your ear. Your thighs clench sinfully as another gush of slick dampens your underwear further, possibly starting to spread to the fabric of your pants. “I'm going into a rut.” 

“But.” Your mind is scrambling, trying to make the dots connect that you should have figured out when you first smelt him and the pheromones he was releasing into the air. “You're an angel?” It comes out like a question that turns into a moan low in your throat as he opens his mouth and catches the edge of the patch keeping your scent gland covered and starts to tug it away. 

“No.” A rasp as he takes in another long inhale, the tip of his tongue dancing along the sliver of revealed skin. Like he could drink your scent that was starting to envelop the two of you in its heady mix. “I was.” With an animalist growl, his teeth snag the rest of the patch and you cry out at how quickly he rips it from your skin before burying his nose deep into the sensitive space between your neck and collarbone. 

You feel the way he sucks in your scent as much as you hear it, unconsciously arching your neck to allow him better access. “But Sim-” 

“Shush, I'll explain later.” Kissing the heated flesh with a tenderness that has you reeling after the previous ravenous display. “After I've had you, my pretty little Omega.” You cry out when he gives his hips a roll, the tented fabric of his pants brushing your stomach, the heat from his body sinking into yours through the layers of clothes currently separating you. “You'll let me have you won't you?” Hearing him let out a groan while he breaths in your scent has your cunt clenching, another wave of slick gushing out of you. It has to have soaked through your pants by now, you can feel the way it's starting to spread down the curve of you thighs and around your other entrance. 

Parting your lips as your brain keeps working to try and come up with a response to this impossible situation. Simeon? An alpha. It doesn't make any sense, but your body doesn't care, rubbing your lower half more against him and gasping as the material clings to your skin and rubs your clit in just the right way. “I…” Trailing off as the pleasure and fire inside of your body builds even more, your fingers digging into whatever part of his waist coat you can find. 

“Please, tell me yes.” Lifting his head away from your scent glad but never away from your skin, a trail of pebbled skin rising in the wake of his lips over the burning flesh. “I've wanted you for so long, but I've never had the chance to tell you just how badly. Please.” As much as he's begging there's still an undercurrent of a command to his request, another shift of his hips and it's hard to ignore just how heavy he feels pressed against you. “I feel like I'm burning up and you're the only one that can help me find relief.” 

Hearing that you let out the softest whine, almost as if you're calling out to that other side of him, trying to tell him how you feel the same way. That your blood feels as if it's boiling in your veins, scalding your heart the longer you spend just breathing in his scent with your fingers wanting to grip his skin instead of the thick cotton of his clothes. Your brain is still being railroaded by your hormones and the omega part of your brain, your tongue parched and heavy as you try to speak. 

Managing two words. 

Two simple words that seem to make both of you snap. 

“Kiss me.” 

Your voice is low and desperate as you utter the words, your eyes lidded while you watch Simeon hoping he understands what you're trying to tell him. You want him, no. You need him. 

His teeth clash against yours as he moves, there's none of his usual grace in his movements as he pulls you more against him. Your chest crushed against his while his mouth licks at the seams of your lip, groaning at the sloppy exchange and wanting more. With his hands grasping the curve of your ass it's hard to ignore how instiant the wet muscle is as he tries to slip it into your mouth. 

With your hands still curled in his shirt, unable to move them because of his hold on your body you moan as you part your lips, long and low as he plunges his tongue into your mouth and slides it around as if mapping every couture to commit it to memory. If his hands hadn't been holding you in his firm embrace you might have slumped to the floor as the omega part of your brain crooned in pleasure, tasting something akin to honey that was making your core throb and clench even harder. Another gush of fluid rushing out of your cunt, it was like the floodgates had been shoved open and you wanted nothing to do with closing them. 

Your lungs burned when Simeon pulled his mouth away, panting while his hands kept moving and massaging the plush flesh of your butt in his hands. “You taste so much better than I ever imagined.” Nuzzling his face against yours has you moaning, his hold loose enough that you can trail your hands upwards into his dark locks. 

“Simeon.” Mewling his name while you inside clench hard enough to make you pause. “I need you.” 

“I need you too.” A long exhale before he nips at your lips again. “Need to feel you around me, stuffing you full. You want that don't you?” Ghosting one of his hands upwards to slide under the hem of your shirt and sliding those soft digits along your burning flesh. 

“Yes Simeon, please.” Whining low in your throat at the thought of him pounding away inside of your core. 

A brief chuckle before his voice drops into a deep timber you would have never expected from the gentle angel before. “Wrong name.” Using his body to guide you until you can feel the edge of one of the desks against your lower back, his hand roaming your front now and the smooth skin of your stomach.

“Please Alpha.” Begging as you roll your body to feel more of his cock brushing against your body, trying to grind as best as you can against him and letting your actions be dictated by the Omega portion of your brain taking the reins of your mind. 

“Such a good little Omega.” Stepping away from your body causing you to cry out, your fingers reaching for him and wanting him close. “Shush.” Placing his index finger against your bottom lip, the soft pad trailing over the bruised skin. “I want a taste of something else.” Dragging that lone digit down your face and along your chest, chuckling as you arch into him to maintain as much of the physical connection as he keeps moving lower. Moaning as he starts to trace the wettest part of your pants and feeling the heat from your core. “So wet, but you need to be to take me don't you Lamb?” 

Dragging your nails along the nape of his neck as you whine, just the sensation of his finger brushing the covered lips of your pussy has you almost cuming. Your body so close to the edge, you do need all the wetness you're producing to take him. “Yes Alpha.” Fluttering your lashes as you admit it.

Gasping when his hand trails underwards and works his palm beneath the band of your pants. When the very tip of his finger brushes your clit through the fabric of your sodden underwear your knees do give out. Slumping against Simeon with your mouth wide open in a silent whine, your brain short circuiting while your heart beats a mile a minute inside your chest to the point of pain. “Is that all it takes for my sweet little Lamb to tumble over the edge?” The tip of his tongue trails along the shell of your ear with a deep rasp that makes you jerk your hips pathetically as you chase after more of his touch. 

“Please Simeon!” Screaming as your mouth works for more than a few words. “Please Alpha, I need more than just the edge of your hand.” Tears brimming on your lashes, making those beautiful blue eyes of his blurry. “Please” Nearly bellowing the last word as your fingers dig into his shoulders hard enough to form small bruises through his clothes. 

“My poor sweet desperate Omega.” His lips brushing your ear as he speaks, it's almost a low growl that makes your stomach churn. “You want me to touch you, but you're making so much noise. It's almost like you want someone to find us and put a stop to this.” Removing his hand from your pants and you let out another whine at the loss of his soft palms against your skin. “You want me to touch you so badly you're willing to scream loud enough for the whole Devildom to hear.” 

Your brain is a confused mass of hormones at what is happening as he steps away from you, letting you fall to your knees in front of him. You don't even feel the impact of the hard tiles, too concerned with the loss of his body against yours. Tilting his head and letting out a tutting noise as if he's disappointed in you. “Simeon?” Blinking up at him as more water falls your eyes, the forlorn tone of your voice at his rejection does nothing but make his shoulder fall with another shake of his head. Those brown locks of his shifting to hide his eyes for a moment. 

“You want more of my touch but you're just not listening to me when I tell you to be silent.” Sighing through his nose and the disappointment in his voice makes your heart pang. “What kind of an Alpha would I be if I just let you do whatever you want?” 

“Please Alpha, I can be good. So good. Just tell me what to do!” Mewling as you beg, doing everything possible to keep your voice from carrying past his ears. Watching his face through the tears, unaware you've walked right into the trap he set for you. 

“I'm not sure I fully believe you.” Those dark hands of his move to the bottom of his white waistcoat, lifting it just enough so you have an unobstructed view as he makes a show of slipping the leather of his belt loose from the silver buckle. “As much as I do want everyone to hear you screaming my name.” A loud snap as he undoes the button followed by the zing of the metal teeth of the zipper lowering. “I want it to be when my cock is deep in those walls while you beg me to breed you.” 

Rubbing your thighs together to try and gain some relief with your eyes focused on his hands, aware of the saliva pooling at the back of your mouth. “Please Simeon, Alpha, breed me.” Making sure you call him both names, to reinforce that you can follow his orders in keeping your voice low. 

“I will.” Pushing the dark blue fabric of his underwear down you find yourself licking your lips at the thick cock and heavy looking balls attached to him that spring free. “After you prove yourself.” A few pumps of his length and you watch a few drops of pre cum trail from the tip to splatter on the floor. Panting at the wasted fluid while the air thickens with the scent he releases, more of that lovely coffee like odour. “Now come here and prove how good you can be by sucking your Alpha's cock.”

If anyone had ever told you Simeon could say that line with a straight face and a command to his voice that borders on sinful you'd have laughed at them. Hearing him say it in this instant however, has you crawling forward on your hands and knees, stopping when your cheek is at his thigh nuzzling against the white fabric. Looking up at him through your lashes while his cock twitches next to your face, waiting for a moment to see if he'll give you another command. 

When nothing comes you shift toward his length ghosting your lips along his shaft, hearing him hiss through his teeth as he takes a deep inhale. Using the tip of your tongue to toy with the skin around his head, humming at the salty taste of his skin laced with something else that makes your hips rock. As much as you want to tease him, the omega in you wants to please him to follow his orders, because it wants this thick cock inside your pussy pumping you full of his cum. 

Slipping your lips over the tip and flicking your tongue against his slit before you start to suck. Feeling your eyes rolling in the back of your head at the noise of pleasure he lets out, his hands moving to tangle in your hair. “That’s a good girl.” Panting the words of praise you moan, starting to bob your head so you can take more of his length into the wet cavern of your mouth. Your clit throbbing in time to the pulsing of his cock as you keep sucking, your cheeks hollowed as you work to please him, to prove you can follow his directions and do as you're told. 

For Simeon, it's taking all of his willpower not to snap his hips forward and shove his length down your throat until those pretty lips of yours are kissing his balls. Breathing in through his nose to try and keep his breathing under control to aid in keeping the voice screaming at him to ruin you from taking the reins. 

He didn't know it could feel this good. Earlier when you had been leaning against him with his phone in your hands he felt that churning in his stomach, like a boiling that for a moment left him confused. Then his dick had started to fill with blood and his nose grew more sensitive, sniffing the air and finding the most delectable scent lining his nostrils. He knew then what was happening. Something he had been worried about, but after a year of being human without having a rut he thought perhaps he would never have one. That having started his existence as an angel meant he didn't have the secondary gender you and Solomon had. 

Tonight, he'd learned he was wrong. 

At first, his plan had just been to see how far he could push you, but once you started letting out your own scent to answer his he knew he needed more. Wanted to see how your lips felt around him, planning to leave after he spilled his seed down your throat, his words earlier all an attempt to get you into a more pliable state. “You have, no idea how long I've wanted this.” Moaning the words as you started sliding your tongue along the bottom of his shaft, rubbing the sensitive nerves in a way that had his dick twitching in the confines of your throat. 

“All the times I offered to help you in your heats, but Lucifer would never let me. Said how it was beneath me.” Groaning now as he gripped the soft strands of your hair in his palms. “I was so jealous, jealous of my fallen brother that was able to help you, to make you scream his name while he fucked you until he was exhausted. To know that he knew you so intimately in a way I never could.” Letting the words roll off his tongue while you kept moving, slowly making your way to his base. All thoughts of letting his balls empty in your throat gone. “Until now.”

Hearing him say those had your pussy clenching hard enough it was starting to hurt, wanting to have his cock there to squeeze around instead of in your mouth. Yet your omega kept yelling to keep going, until he was cuming down your throat and telling you what a good little omega you were for your alpha. Your lips are stretched wide as you keep moving, sucking and humming intermittently, gagging when his head hits the back of your throat. Edged on by his voice and how much he wanted you, the faint tugs in your hair were more pleasurable than painful and helping to keep you grounded. 

It's doing something to your head, to think that Simeon, this beautiful angel had wanted to try and help you when you know he knew, probably still doesn't know, anything about sex. Now he can, in the back of your mind the more rational part of you is whispering how he's acting on instinct. Letting his alpha have control and telling you what to do, listening to the needs of his body. It's making your spine tingle. 

“Fuck.” Jolting a little at the swear coming from him as his hand grips your head harder, to keep you from moving. Growling as he shifts back and his cock pops from your lips, still connected by a thick strand of spit. “You're such a good girl, doing just what I asked.” His chest heaving as he takes a half step back and loosens his grip on your head, one of his hands sliding forward to cup your cheek after brushing some of the strands of hair stuck to your face away. “I was going to cum down your throat.” Whining that the thought as your omega screams no, how badly it wants it. “Instead, I'm going to paint your womb white.” 

There has to be a puddle under you now, it's like a faucet and the promise to breed you has your omega screaming for an entirely different reason. “Yes, Alpha.” Whispering the words as you arch your back to put your chest more out there and on display for him. 

Watching him work the buttons of his waistcoat loose before tossing it onto one of the desks, his tie, a matching shade to his eyes follows. His fingers work on his shirt before he growls, giving up on slipping the plastic through the holes and ripping it in his haste. His movements are more hurried now as he drops to the floor in a way you can only describe as fluid. 

His hands flew to remove your clothes from your upper body. If you had been more aware you might have thought to remove them yourself, but his soft hands grabbing and tugging at you have you mewling. You like how rough he's being with you, it's so against his doting nature. 

Tugging your shirt off over your head before he simply breaks the snaps of your bra, letting out a noise of satisfaction as he places a palm over each of your breasts. “Your nipples are so hard, and these fit in my hands perfectly.” Licking his lips for a moment before tearing his eyes away and you see the unfiltered lust he's swimming in. “I'm going to come back to these later.” A promise as he leans in to kiss you once more, there's no teasing as you part your lips to let him plunge his tongue in and do as he pleases. Humming as he slides it against yours, making you wonder if he enjoys the taste of his cock lingering in your mouth. 

Using the kiss to distract you from his fingers working the fasteners of your pants loose, hearing the sticky peeling of the fabric as he tugs it down your hips with your underwear. Breaking from the kiss when he needs the space to get the offending garment off your legs before growling once more. He forgot about your fucking shoes. Deft fingers undoing them and throwing them somewhere in the room before finally getting rid of the last remaining garments. 

Ghosting his fingers up the inside of your legs until he reaches your thighs, a line of fire shooting right to your core as he spreads you open. “What a heavenly sight.” His choice of words deliberate as he raises his gaze to your face. “Those quivering muscles covered in fluid just waiting to welcome my cock.” A hand on the center of your chest as he pushes you to the floor, using his other hand to shove his pants down around his ankles. He’s far more concerned with your soaked pussy than getting his shoes off to fully remove his trousers. 

As much as he's using his hand to keep you against the floor lifting your head you can still see his dick waving in the air, the head weeping more fluid that makes you whine. A shuddering breath when he’s done and lifts his head to meet your eyes, you could have cum just from the look in those sinful orbs. Swallowing hard as your heart begins to pound harder inside your chest, certain Simeon has to be able to hear the way it bangs against your ribs. Sliding your hands along your stomach until you can touch the silky smooth skin of his arm, his lean frame hiding the hard muscles of his body, your eyes fluttering shut when he starts to shift your legs apart. Making room for himself between your legs. 

“My good little Lamb, it seems you can listen.” His thighs pressing under yours and you aren't sure whose flesh is hotter, yours or his. “I should give you a reward.” Rocking his hips just enough so his cock is sliding along your slick folds, spreading your juices along his length. Teasing you as he keeps a steady pace but shifting forward and back so that on occasion you're forced to cry out when that weeping head knocks against your clit. “The noises you make for me, they just make me want to slam deep inside of those walls and stay there.” Dragging his hand down from the center of your chest, over the expanse of your stomach, his touch feather light causing you to shiver. 

A slow blink as he tilts his head, a twitch of his upper lip as he stops moving. The tip of his cock pressing directly against your clit making your head swim. The coil in your stomach tightens as you pant and mewl pathetically, trying to grind your hips only for him to keep you from moving. “Tell me what you want.” His voice is a low rasp that seems so out of place from the angel and his gentle reassuring tones. And you didn't miss the command in your blissed out state. 

“You Alpha.” Tears spring to your eyes at how close you are, the heat from his sex sinking into your skin and the pressure that is just enough to have you hovering but not enough to tip you over. 

“Good Omega.” A shift of his hips and you feel him pull back, the head of his cock rubbing against your sodden core. Smearing more of your slick along with his pre cum against the sensitive skin. “I'm going to ruin you.” 

A single snap of his hips and you scream his name as your orgasm racks through you, every muscle in your body tightening at the sudden intrusion. Your insides scream at the burn from the sudden fullness that is his cock splitting you open. Your hands claw for anything to hold onto as your lungs empty of air with the force behind his thrust. 

Simeon felt his eyes widen at the vice like grip around his length, of your walls spasming around him as if to suck more of him into your warmth. His balls tightening as the pressure in his gut builds. Groaning as the sweat drips down his face while he tries to stay still, to let those gummy walls of yours adapt to him. Otherwise he’ll be cuming early. 

A small voice, the last shred of his sanity whispers that it's fine to cum from how wonderful you feel engulfing his dick. How it's alright not to last when it's your first time. It's drowned out by the newly awakened alpha inside of him screaming how he can't cum until his knot is stuffed in your hole, to keep his seed inside and breed you properly. 

Hissing your name like a prayer through his teeth as he wills himself to hold on, at least until you’re aware of your senses again. 

The fire racing through your veins has you breaking out in a sheen of sweat. You've never cum that hard before, and certainly not from just being penetrated. The omega in your brain is loving it, purring its contentment at having an alpha seated deep in your core. 

A pressure in your abdomen as you blink more and more fluid from your eyes and suck in deep lungfuls of air through your mouth. Sliding your hand across your skin until your palm is just above a bump in your skin. 

“That's me.” Rasping the words as your brain made the connection, tilting your head you see Simeon’s face screwed tight and watching you through narrowed eyes. A few drops of sweat hang from his bangs as he pants just as deeply as you do. His entire body shaking and you can see the lines of water collecting on his tan skin to run towards where you're joined, following the path of least resistance with gravity. “But we'll see if we can't make that bump grow for the next few months.” A sinful promise as he starts to move.

Sliding his cock out of you has you arching your back, the pleasure not unlike when he had rammed into your guts. You aren't going to last. A few thrusts as if testing the waters before he starts to jack hammer into your supple core, growling how good you feel around him. Your hands fly to his wrists, something to hold onto as his palms trail higher to grip just under your ribs and hold you in place while he wantonly fucks your core. 

Any thought to try and speak is gone from your mind, too lost in the haze of mounting pleasure that's building inside of you once more. Your body starts to release chemicals to starve off being overstimulated, to keep you from tripping past that point so you can keep cuming around his length. Biology lets you tumble over the edge again to try and coax him deeper inside of you. 

It isn't long until you cry out for a different reason, a hard mass constantly bumping into your clit when his cock slams deep. “Fuck.” Hearing him swear has you opening your eyes once more, blinking to try and clear your blurry vision. His gaze is fixed on your sex as he rocks his hips impossibly hard and fast. “Why won't it-” 

“Position.” Gasping the word as he looks up and sees your teary eyes watching him, a moment of clarity hits you because you understand what the problem is. “Push my legs into my chest.” Moaning when those large soft hands of his do just that, pressing behind your knees so you're folded. 

“Good girl.” Kissing the skin of your leg as the new angle allows him deeper access, so he can put more of his weight behind his thrusts. “I can feel it starting to go.” Panting as his knot starts to force its way into your bruised sex, into that tight confine to form a seal. “You feel like you were made for me.” 

You can't answer him again, too lost in the sensation of his knot placing more pressure against your clit as he rams it in. You've never been fucked this rough before and you're loving every minute of it. Like this, each thrust has him hitting nerve clusters along your walls like an electrical panel, lighting your brain on fire with every move. 

“Simeon!” You can't help yourself as you scream at the top of your lungs when his knot suddenly pops past that tight ring of muscles and wedges itself against your G spot. A series of micro orgasms racking your body, designed to force his knot to remain inflated, missing the once Seraph bellowing your name as his balls empty his paste like seed against your womb. Trembling as he collapses forward with his entire body crashing down onto you, his first orgasm and he almost passes out moments after you do. 

Almost.

One hand rubs his face to remove the sweat before he places his slides his palm between your bodies, stopping once it’s against your stomach where his tip has the slightest bulge formed. Grinning to himself until he hears the door open. 

“Has anyone seen Lamb?” His brow furrowed as Lucifer glances around the student council room, he knows you're still upset with him and he needs to try and find a way to placate you before your next heat.

As much as he doesn't mind not being allowed to touch you when you're upset with him he still needs to make sure you're tucked safely inside the House of Lamentation before that happens. Ideally in his room, using his bed to make your nest, even if he's not allowed in it. 

“She's with Simeon in one of the class-” He doesn't have time to hear the rest of Mammon's words. An uncharacterized mad dash as he rushes for the door to the student council room. 

With the thick wood open every demon inside the room can hear screaming, and for the brother's its a very familiar kind of scream. “No, no, no no.” Chanting it like a mantra as Lucifer runs faster, following the sound of your wails, flinching when he hears the cries of a male following yours. 

A deafening bellow just as he reaches where his keen senses have led him, he doesn't bother with the doorknob as he rams his shoulder against the wooden divider. 

His heart sank at the scene. 

You're spayed out across the floor, a spreading puddle of sweat under your naked form. A drenched head of what might have been brown hair before it was darkened by liquid lifts, a pair of celadon blue eyes like two lights in the darkness. 

“Lucifer.” A husk laces the voice of one of his oldest friends as Simeon shifts to reveal how the two of you are connected and his hand rubbing your abdomen as if pleased with himself. A glimmer of mischief and pride in his celadon blue eyes that meet his crimson ones. “Come to help me breed my sweet little omega? I'm sure she'll be happy to see you once she wakes up.” 

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hiii~ I saw that you had the tray open 👀 I liked the request about reader angel so I was wondering if I could request something similar with reader being a cherub but a mischievous and rebellious version in addition to keeping his nature a secret and pretending to be a human? (for Jamil, Rook, Vil and Lilia) thanks in advance and have a good day ^^)/

Jamil, Rook, Vil, Lilia with a Cherub! reader.

thank you for the request, I hope you like it!

Jamil Viper

Jamil had always suspected there was something odd about you. It wasn’t just your tendency to show up exactly when something chaotic was about to happen, but the way you somehow managed to always diffuse situations with that sly smile of yours—like you were pulling the strings from behind the scenes. You, on the other hand, were doing your best to pretend you were just another student at NRC.

One day, as he was wrapping up a particularly stressful training session with Kalim, you approached him with your signature grin, holding out what looked like a poorly wrapped sandwich.

“What’s this?” Jamil asked, raising an eyebrow.

“A peace offering,” you said, your eyes twinkling mischievously. “I noticed you’ve been a little, uh, tense.”

Jamil sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Gee, I wonder why…”

You chuckled, nudging him with your elbow. “Come on, Jamil, lighten up! Not everything has to be so serious.”

Jamil eyed you suspiciously but took the sandwich. As soon as he bit into it, his eyes widened. “This… this is amazing,” he said, shocked at how something that looked so amateur could taste so perfect.

“Yeah, well, let’s just say I have my ways,” you said, your smile growing wider. “What? You think I’m just some normal person who stumbled into this school?”

Jamil gave you a sharp look. “Wait… you aren’t just a regular student?”

You wiggled your eyebrows. “I’ll give you a hint: I’m kinda like your own personal guardian angel, except I’m not great at the ‘innocent’ part.”

He blinked, trying to process this. “You’re… an angel?”

“A cherub, technically,” you corrected. “But, you know, I got bored of playing by the rules.”

Jamil stared at you for a long moment, then sighed, shaking his head. “Of course. The one person who actually makes sense around here, and you turn out to be an actual celestial being.”

You grinned, leaning in a little closer. “Don’t worry, I’m on your side.”

Jamil couldn’t help but laugh, the stress from his day melting away as he looked at you. “I’ll hold you to that. Just… maybe don’t tell Kalim?”

“Not a word,” you promised, but your mischievous smile told him that you might not be as innocent as you claimed.

Rook Hunt

Rook had an uncanny ability to sense when someone wasn’t being entirely truthful, and that’s exactly why you loved teasing him. Every time you managed to dodge one of his questions about your past, you could practically feel his intrigue grow.

One afternoon, as you lounged under a tree in the courtyard, Rook approached you with his usual theatrical flair. “Ah, mon cher! The enigma that is you continues to captivate me.”

You grinned up at him, enjoying the attention. “What can I say? I like keeping things interesting.”

Rook knelt beside you, resting his chin on his hand. “But who are you, really? I’ve noticed the way you move, the way you always seem to be in the right place at the right time… surely, you cannot be just another student.”

You stretched out lazily, tilting your head as if considering whether to tell him. “What if I said I’m a cherub, here to cause a little mischief?”

Rook’s eyes gleamed with delight. “A cherub, you say? How fascinating! And yet, cherubs are known for their innocence, are they not?”

You laughed, sitting up to meet his gaze. “Yeah, well, I guess I’m the black sheep of the cherubs. Got tired of sitting around and watching people from afar.”

Rook looked absolutely enchanted. “Ah, how marvelous! A rebellious angel, seeking thrills among mortals. You truly are one of a kind, mon cher.”

You leaned in a little closer, your playful smile never fading. “Maybe I just wanted to keep an eye on you, Rook.”

He placed a hand dramatically over his heart. “To think that such a celestial being would take an interest in me… I am truly honored.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at how easily he fell into your playful banter. “Just don’t expect me to be all fluffy wings and harps, alright?”

Rook’s smile was dazzling as he leaned closer. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Vil Schoenheit

Vil was far too observant for his own good, which made hiding your true nature as a cherub a bit of a challenge. You had to be careful, constantly balancing your mischievous streak with maintaining your “normal” student cover.

But one day, as you were sitting in the dorm lounge, Vil glanced at you, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. “You’re hiding something,” he said, not bothering to soften the accusation.

You gave him your most innocent smile. “Who, me? What could I possibly be hiding?”

Vil crossed his arms, his gaze never leaving yours. “Don’t play coy with me. I’ve seen the way you handle certain situations with… a peculiar ease.”

You tilted your head, still smiling. “Maybe I’m just good at handling things.”

“Or maybe you’re something more,” he countered, his tone sharp but curious. “Perhaps even something… supernatural?”

You laughed, unable to help yourself. “You’re too good, Vil. Fine, you caught me. I’m a cherub.”

Vil blinked, momentarily taken aback. “A cherub? You’re telling me you’re an angel?”

“Technically,” you said, still grinning. “But don’t get any ideas. I’m not the pure, innocent type.”

Vil stared at you for a moment longer before sighing. “Why am I not surprised?”

You leaned forward, resting your chin on your hand. “Maybe because I’m always one step ahead of you?”

Vil smirked, clearly amused despite himself. “That’s a bold claim. And what, pray tell, is your goal here?”

“Maybe I just wanted to see what it’s like to live among humans,” you replied, your voice taking on a more serious tone. “You’d be surprised how different things look from up there.”

Vil watched you carefully, clearly intrigued. “I see. Well, whatever your reason, I can’t deny that you certainly know how to make an impression.”

You winked at him. “Only the best for you, Vil.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Flattery will get you nowhere. But I suppose I’ll allow you to stay… for now.”

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia was no stranger to magic and strange beings, which made it a little too easy for you to keep your secret from him. After all, he’d probably just laugh it off, right?

One day, while the two of you were sitting together after a particularly chaotic training session with Sebek, you decided to drop a little hint about your true nature.

“You know,” you began, leaning back on the bench, “I’m not exactly what I seem.”

Lilia raised an eyebrow, his mischievous smile already in place. “Oh? And what, pray tell, are you hiding?”

You smirked, deciding to go for it. “I’m a cherub. But, you know, the rebellious type.”

Lilia burst out laughing, clapping his hands together in delight. “Ah, I knew there was something different about you! A cherub with a mischievous streak? How delightful!”

You shrugged, grinning. “Got bored of sitting around and being all pure and innocent. Figured causing a little trouble might be more fun.”

Lilia’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Well, you’ve certainly found the right place for that. And here I thought you were just an ordinary human.”

You leaned closer, your voice teasing. “Do I look ordinary to you?”

Lilia chuckled, his smile widening. “Hardly. You’re quite the fascinating creature, aren’t you?”

You winked. “I try.”

Lilia gave you a sly look. “Well, if you ever tire of causing mischief alone, you know where to find me.”

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You Didn't Know? (Adam X Seraphim Reader)

In the celestial realm of Heaven, where ethereal beauty and divine beings reigned, lived a Seraphim angel named (Y/N). She had the sacred duty of caring for the children who had passed away and ascended to this heavenly abode. (Y/N) was a compassionate and gentle soul, radiating a warm light that comforted the departed souls in her care.

In this divine paradise, an unexpected love story unfolded between (Y/N) and Adam, the first man created by the Almighty. Adam, despite being the progenitor of humanity, had a penchant for mischief and a reputation for being a total prick. Yet, somehow, the celestial forces intertwined their destinies, and love blossomed between the seemingly mismatched pair.

After a few hundred years of dating, the two got married in Heaven. It was a beautiful wedding, and Adam didn't have to worry about losing his third and final wife to Lucifer, since she couldn't leave Heaven.

One day. when Lucifer's Daughter, Princess Charlie Morningstar. Came into Heaven for a meeting; (Y/N), Sera, and Emily greeted her at the gates of Heaven. "Greetings daughter of the Morningstar. I am Sera, the high seraphim of Heaven. You're gifted to be here." Emily squealed and walked up to Charlie.

"Hi! I'm Emily, the other seraphim. You can call Em, Emi, E, whatever you want. I go by anything." Emily giggled nervously, she wanted to say more but (Y/N) stopped her and put her hand on Emily's shoulder. "Emily. We talked about this; we don't want to scare them off, now do we?" (Y/N) turned to Charlie. "Hello Princess. My name is (Y/N), I'm the other, other seraphim. It is our duty and pleasure to welcome you to Heaven."

(Y/N) and Emily showed Charlie and her girlfriend Vaggie around Heaven for a short while. (Y/N) even led and showed them to their room where they would be staying until the trail.

It wasn't until then that Charlie noticed her wedding ring, she found it strange since Sera, nor Emily had a ring. "(Y/N), may I ask you a question?" "Of course, Princess. Ask me anything?" (Y/N) said with a smile. "Are you married? Because I noticed that ring on your finger and none of the seraphim's have it." (Y/N) looked at her ring finger, she smiled as a wave of nostalgia hit her.

She remembered how Adam confessed his love to her, the day he proposed to (Y/N), and the day they got married. All of Heaven showed up, Adam removed his mask for that day, Sera walked (Y/N) down the aisle, Emily was her maid of honor, and God himself was the one that pronounced them husband and wife.

"Yes, I am married. My husband and I have been for about almost 100 years now." Charlie's eye lit up with joy, "Oh~. And who is this lucky guy, hm?" (Y/N) chuckled and walked to the door. "You'll see him, I'll be sitting next to him during the trail. Good luck to you both." (Y/N) said and closed the door behind her.

*A few hours later*

As the trail was about to start, Charlie and Vaggie took their seats, while (Y/N) flew and sat down next her husband Adam and his friend Lute. "Hey babe." Adam said and gave (Y/N) a kiss on her check. Charlie started to (Y/N) in shock, and all (Y/N) could give was a little smile and shrug her shoulders.

Charlie leaned to Vaggie. "I didn't know such an asshole like him HAD a wife."

After everyone was here Sera spoke "We're gathered here today to determine whether or not a soul in Hell, can be redeemed into heavenly realm by means of this 'Hazbin hotel', Princess Morningstar?", Sera said wanting Charlie to speak up.

(Y/N) looked down to Charlie, holding hands with her husband underneath the booth. "Webster's dictionary defines redemption as-" before Charlie could speak Adam interrupts her "Objection, lame and unoriginal". (Y/N) sighed at his immature behavior and let go of his hand and bumped his chest gently with her elbow.

"Sustained. No further dictionary references please." Sera asked with a kinda sad look. "Right." Charlie was flipping through her cards making Adam roll his eyes. "If you have actually evidence, then show it already." He asks, glaring at Charlie. "We have a patron right now and he's making incredible progress."

Charlie defended and (Y/N) smiled, "Really? Then tell us Princess, who is this lucky patron?", (Y/N) asked. "Angel Dust" Charlie spoke. "Oh yeah, the porn demon. Yeah, he's totally worth being redeemed". (Y/N) looked at Adam. "Adam! Language!" Adam gave (Y/N) a confused look. "What?"

(Y/N) suddenly stood up, "Well then, if you know so much…what do you think it takes to get into heaven?", she spoke. It was quiet until Sera asked if Adam was okay.

He scoffed as he pulled out a golden paper from his pockets and a quill, "Give me a fucking moment, okay?", he then started writing and gave Vaggie the paper as she read it out loud, "Act selfless, don't steal, stick it to the man?", (Y/N) looked at Adam with a raised eyebrow and sat back down. He shrugged "Uh, yeah? Sure, got me here...didn't it? Right babe? Sera?", Adam ask as he looked his wife then Sera, seemingly questioning himself. Sera sighed before saying: "He was the first human soul in heaven."

In the following hours Charlie showed everyone the improvement of this soul called Angel dust. He did everything what Adam wrote on his list. He was selfless, he stopped one of his friends from stealing, and he stuck it to that awful man called Valentino, but nothing happened. Sera only sighed as she wanted to declare the trail as a failure and that we will see what brings someone to heaven when the first soul arrives. (Y/N) sat there with my head hanging.

She felt bad for Angel Dust, Charlie, and all of the other demons who wanted to try and make themselves better, especially when she looked over to Emily, who held the paper that Adam had written earlier with a sad look.

(Y/N) and Emily had always been very close, they considered each other to like sisters. Which why (Y/N) had asked her to be her maid of honor at her wedding, and if the time came, (Y/N) would be Emily's maid of honor when she would meet that special person.

Emily: But she was right, Sera. She showed us a soul can improve.

(Y/N): (Y/N) stood up again and flew next to Emily) He saw the light, Sera.

Emily: Checked all the boxes that you said would prove a person deserves a second chance.

(Y/N) Emily flew around the court room.)

(Y/N): Now we turn our backs, no second glance?

Sera: It's not as simple as you think.

(Y/N) and Emily looked up and Sera and flew up to her.)

Sera: Not everything is spelled in ink.

(Sera held (Y/N) and Emily's hands.)

Charlie: It's not fair, Sera!

(Vaggie places a hand on Charlie's shoulder)

Vaggie: Careful, Charlie, keep a cool head.

(Charlie pulls away)

Charlie: No! Don't you care, Sera? That just because someone is dead, it doesn't mean they can't resolve to change their ways turn the page, escape infernal blaze.

(Y/N) and Emily were on each side of Sera while still flying the air.)

Sera: I'm sure you wish it could be so. But there's a lot that you don't know.

(Lute interrupts Sera.)

Lute: What are we even talking' about? Some crack-whore who fucked up already? He blew his shot, like the cocks in his mouth. This discussion is senseless and petty.

(Adam and Lute flew to Charlie, as Adam held her face.)

Lute and Adam: There's no question to be posed! He's unholy, case closed. Did you forget that Hell is forever?

(Lute and Adam, flew on top of the crystal ball)

Adam: A man only lives once; we'll see you in one month. Gotta say, I can't wait to…

(Adam flew off the crystal ball and stood Infront of Charlie,)

Sera: Adam…

(Sera's eye widened but she was interrupted by Adam.)

Adam: Come down and exterminate you.

(Y/N) and Emily's eyes widened.)

Emily and (Y/N): Wait!

Adam: Shit…

(Y/N) and Emily flew down in front of the crystal ball)

Emily: What are you saying? Let me get this straight.

(Y/N): You go down there and kill those poor souls?

Charlie: You didn't know?

Adam: Whoops

Lute: Guess the cat’s out of the bag.

Adam: What’s the big deal?

(Y/N) looked up at Sera)

(Y/N): Sera, tell us that you didn't know…

Sera: I thought, since I'm older it's my load to shoulder

Emily: No!

(Y/N) put her hand on Emily's back for comfort)

Sera: You both have to listen; it was such a hard decision.

(Sera flew down to (Y/N) and Emily)

Sera: I wanted to save you; the anguish it takes to do what was required.

(Sera held (Y/N) and Emily's hands, she had flames in her eyes. (Y/N) and Emily looked at Sera with shock for a moment, until their looks turned angry.)

(Y/N): To think that we admired you, well we don't need your condescension.

(Y/N) and Emily tore their hands away from Sera, while they both flew in the air.)

Emily: Were both not children to protect! Was talk of virtue just pretension?

(Y/N) looked at Adam, who gave a worried look, she flew Infront of him.)

Adam: Babe listen-

(Y/N): Was I too naive to expect you to heed the morals you're purveying?

(Y/N) flew away from Adam, who had sadness in his eyes. She flew next to Charlie and Emily.)

Charlie: That's what the fuck I've been saying!

(Chalie held (Y/N) and Emily's hands. They flew on top on the crystal ball.)

Emily, Charlie & (Y/N): If Hell is forever, then Heaven must be a lie!

(Adam and Sera were trying to talk to them. But Emily and (Y/N) wouldn't listen.)

Sera: Girls

Adam: (Y/N)

Emily, Charlie & (Y/N): If angels can do whatever and remain in the sky. The rules are shades of gray, when you don't do as you say. When you make the wretched suffer just to kill them again.

Charlie: I was told not to trust in angels.

(Filled with rage that Charlie had turned his wife against him, he decided to reveal Vaggie secret.)

Adam: By her?

Lute: Ha! She should know.

Vaggie: We should go.

Charlie: No! Don't you see? We've come so close. Look at them fighting, they're at each other's throats.

Adam: Don't you act all high and mighty. Did you ever think your little girlfriend might be a liar?

Vaggie: Don't, Adam please!

Adam: What's the fuss? Why hide the fact that you're an angel just like us?

(The Crystal ball revealed Vaggie's old look as an exorcist angel. Charlie stared at it in shock, and fell to the floor)

*End of the song*

(Y/N) looked at Adam with disgust in her eyes, Adam looked at (Y/N) but his smirk was quickly feeling off his face when he saw (Y/N) with a disappointed look.

He tried to reach out and explain, but (Y/N) stopped him and flew up next to Emily and Sera. Sera had to breath in out to collect herself, she then spoke. "I'm sorry, but the court finds there is no evidence that souls in Hell can be redeemed."

(Y/N) and Emily were disappointed, they looked at each other with worry. Adam then stated that when the extermination comes, he's coming to Charlie's Hotel first. He snaps his fingers causing Vaggie and Charlie to be sent back to Hell

"Charlie don't give up on this!" (Y/N) said from above as Emily chimed in "We will figure something out, we promise!" (Y/N) held Emily in her arms, trying to comfort her. "That was uncalled for Adam." Sera said will looking down at him. "Yeah, but did you see the looks on their fucking faces." Adam said while laughing, but it stopped when he saw (Y/N) disappointed face again.

Adam face softened for a moment, "Sorry." That was thing said until he flew up Infront of (Y/N) face while she was still comforting Emily.

"I'll see you at home tonight, right babe?" Adam said while putting his hand on (Y/N)'s face. (Y/N) just pushed his hand away. "You shouldn't expect me to be home tonight... or any night for that matter." Adam wanted to try and convince (Y/N) to come home, but he knew it would be a bad idea with other seraphim's watching.

He flew away, leaving (Y/N) with Emily and Sera. It was a short silence when (Y/N) released Emily from her grasp. Emily spoke, "Extermination of human souls. Demon or not there is no reason to be doing this."

Sera spoke, as they eye of her hair and halo opened. "They were upraising, girls. It is my position as the head Seraphim to protect these souls at all costs."

Sera's eyes closed as she placed her hands on (Y/N) and Emily's shoulders. "It is your job to keep them happy and joyful and (Y/N)'s to care for the children of Heaven." "How can we fulfill our jobs when we now know that were causing so much pain to souls down in Hell. And me knowing that my husband is keeping secrets from me, his wife." (Y/N) said.

Sera quickly had answer for it. She told (Y/N) and Emily to let her about this and told them to go back to their jobs.

That night, (Y/N) made true to her word and refused to come home. Adam laid on the bed that he and (Y/N) shared, waiting for his wife to come home so he could explain himself. He never meant to keep secrets from her, he just wanted to protect her and everyone else in Heaven.

And despite his fuckboy nature, Adam really and truly loved (Y/N) and would anything for her. Even if it meant killing demons just to protect her.

[slytherinslut0]

MATTHEO RIDDLE- Beg For Me

Chapter Twenty Nine--Info: You and Mattheo have been butting heads for months, since you were assigned as his tutor, and one day during a session full of tense bickering, he has enough.

Tags: 18+, SMUT, Masturbation, PIV, Switch!Mattheo, Dirty Talk, (slight daddy kink. Like very slight.), Spitting, Unprotected Sex, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, Cuddling, ANGST ANGST! ALSO: FLUFF! (WHO AM I???? AM I OKAY???)

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The following weeks slipped away like sand through fingers--one, then another, and then another--until the imminent end of the term loomed large, only just a little ways off in the distance. Graduation was within reach, a tantalizing yet bittersweet prospect.

The journey to this point had been a relentless climb, fueled by your unwavering determination. The culmination of hard work brought a poignant mix of accomplishment and trepidation. The future held its mysteries, and you were poised on the edge, anxious about its impact on the present.

Because in the land of the present, you and Mattheo were as well as ever. You'd managed to maintain your intimate secrecy, with Emily and Theo as the exclusive keepers of your shared secret. Within the last few weeks, they had evolved into an indispensable support system, adept at aiding your discreet escapades and providing cover when facing friends. Theo, a master of diversion, orchestrated opportunities for you to slip into Mattheo's dorm unnoticed, while Emily reciprocated the favour.

Looking back over the past months, a bittersweet resonance reverberated through your thoughts, acknowledging the imminent conclusion of your tutoring and mentorship with Mattheo. Curiously, the lines between mentor and mentee had blurred, giving rise to the notion that, in an almost poetic turn, he had undoubtedly become a guiding force for you, instead. The intricate dance of mentorship had taken an unexpected yet meaningful twist, leading to the most beautiful and memorable outcome you could have ever fucking asked for.

And in the crisp embrace of a warm spring evening, the sun gracefully dipped below the horizon, yielding its space to the emerging twinkle of stars overhead. Amid this celestial transition, you found yourself immersed in the task of crafting a report for Dumbledore, which was due the following week. This document sought to encapsulate your entire journey as Mattheo's mentor and your insights into his progress.

Yet, as your quill traced its path across the parchment, reminiscing about the last few months, an unmistakable ache kindled within your chest, as if hollowing your lungs from the inside out. In that poignant moment, the yearning to see a specific curly haired boy eclipsed all else, a sentiment that transcended the mere act of putting pen to paper. In an impulsive surge, your quill found itself abandoned on the desk as you swiftly slipped into your shoes. A brief word to Emily, notifying her of your absence for the night, preceded your motivated exit through the door.

After a determined journey through the solitude of the castle, you reached the imposing door of the Slytherin common room and urgently rapped your knuckles against its rough surface. After a brief moment of silence, the door creaked open, revealing Draco Malfoy peering down at you with his trademark disheveled blonde hair. His sly smirk assessed you from head to toe, an expression reminiscent of a devil reveling in mischief.

Before you could utter a word, he casually remarked, "He's in his dorm," signaling the direction with a subtle tilt of his head. "Little late for a mentorship meeting, don't you think?"

"Past your bedtime, is it?" You teased, gleaming with a smirk of your own. "Apologizes if I interrupted your beauty sleep, princess."

Draco's silver eyes sparkled with a blend of amusement and feigned offense. "Do you think all of this just happens naturally, little bird? It's hard work, being me," he quipped with a sly grin, willingly engaging in the banter. "But if you're here for a late-night rendezvous, who am I to stand in the way of true love?"

A huff escaped you as you tried, albeit unsuccessfully, to conceal your amusement. Without speaking, you pressed forward, gracefully brushing past him in the direction of the dorms. Upon reaching the entrance to the dormitory hall, you cast a glance over your shoulder, eyes twinkling with emotion as they locked onto his silver gaze from across the room.

You shot him a cheeky smile. "You'd be a fool to even try."

The retort lingered in the air as you continued your journey, leaving a trail of playful tension in your wake, fully aware of the fact that what you just did might not have been your most brilliant move yet. But moving forward without hesitation, you briskly made your way to Mattheo's dorm.

The anticipation propelled you forward, and with a swift motion, you tried the doorknob. Finding it unlocked, you let yourself in without bothering to knock. As you squinted, easing the door shut behind you, your jaw fell open as the dimly lit room revealed Mattheo reclining on his bed, bathed in the soft glow that echoed the reflections of the black lake, still fully clothed--except for his cock, which was fully erect, fist wrapped around the girth as he pumped himself, soft moans leaving his throat.

Almost immediately, lava had begun to flow out from your centre and filter through your veins. Steadying yourself, you stepped forward, admittedly slightly caught off guard by the sheer rawness of the scene before you. His eyes were squeezed shut, brows furrowed and lips parted, his breathing ragged and heavy as he lost himself in the pleasure coursing through his body. Your breath hitched, cunt clenching in want, and you drew nearer, slowly feeling all of the ounces of your sanity leave your body, quickly being replaced by a possessed, powerful need.

"Matty..." you whispered, cautious not to startle him.

His eyes shot open, surprised by your sudden presence, stalling his movements for a moment as he exhaled a shaky breath. When you smiled at him, your possessed eyes glimpsing his cock throbbing within his fist, the shock in his gaze quickly faded, replaced by a look of pure, hungered lust.

"Raven..." he murmured, his head falling back as he slowly resumed his ministrations. "Here to finish me off, sweetheart?"

A shiver coursed through your body as his words hung in the air, the palpable intensity of his desire washing over you like a powerful wave. Compelled by an irresistible force, you moved closer to him, drawn like a moth to a flame, surrendering to the raw power of his need. Without a second thought, your fingers sought the hem of your sweater, swiftly peeling it up and off your body. The room filled with the hushed rustle of fabric as you kicked off your shoes and deftly maneuvered the zipper on your pants.

"I'll do more than finish you off, Matty..." you cooed, meeting his dark eyes as he watched you undress before him, his thumb swirling the bead of precum over the tip of his cock, his fingers tightening around the girth. "Were you thinking about me?"

"Mmm," he moaned, his hand slowly picking up its pace, leisurely moving up and down his shaft. "Always thinking about you, baby..."

Quakes of desire rattled your bones, and you moved closer still, now at the foot of his bed, focus switching between the black holes of his eyes and his thick, throbbing cock. As you let your pants slip from your waist and down your thighs, finding purchase on the floor at your feet, you wasted no time before crawling onto the bed next to him, bringing yourself to his side.

"Tell me," you murmured, trailing your fingers up the length of his strong thigh. "Tell me what you were thinking about, Matty..."

Mattheo shuddered under your touch, hissing in pleasure as he increased the pace of his strokes, his body writhing and twitching against his dark green sheets. You choked back a mewl, your pussy screaming in need for him as you watched the veins in his hand tense and contract, his eyes squeezed shut as his head fell back, jaw tensing.

"Your beautiful face...your perfect body..." he growled out, his voice hoarse with primal need, his throat torn with lust. "Your tight, wet little pussy, wrapped around my cock...fuck-"

A surge of intensity coursed through you, the clenching sensation echoing the burning passion that seemed to set the very walls of Mattheo's dorm room ablaze.

"Mm...you're in deep, aren't you, Matty..." you teased, teeth nibbling on your bottom lip, a playful smirk barely concealed. The words slipped from your lips like a whispered incantation, and you couldn't help but revel in the way his eyes fluttered open with a potent mix of lust and hunger. "Salazar himself couldn't rescue you from this, could he?"

"Six feet, baby..." Mattheo's words carried a reverent undertone, akin to a fervent prayer. "Can you blame me? Fucking look at you..."

"Six feet, huh?..." you purred, allowing your fingers to trail sensuously down his thigh. The ache between your legs intensified, a symphony of longing and passion propelling you into a frenzy of heat. "...not deep enough, I'm afraid."

Leaning over him, your lips hovered just above his, and a mischievous smirk danced on his lips. Shallow gasps escaped his throat as he slowed the pace on his cock yet again, as though he was edging himself, desperate to hang on, desperate to not cum on the fucking spot.

"Filthy girl..." he breathed, snuffing a groan deep in his throat. "Say the words and I'll go as deep as you fucking want, princess..."

"Not tonight, Matty," you smirked, softly pressing your lips to his, teasingly dragging your teeth along his bottom lip. "Let me take care of you for a change..."

The anticipation in the room was intoxicating, making you want to give in to every carnal urge you both had been holding back until now, the restraint between your bodies barely tethered.

"Let you take care of me?" he repeated, the challenge clear in his voice, his eyes locked onto yours as you reached over to stroke him, your hand gentle but insistent. He gasped in pleasure as you worked him, his dick throbbing, pulsing in your palm. "You think you can handle all of this?"

"All this time and you still underestimate me," you purred, clucking your tongue in feign disappointment. You swirled your thumb around the tip, painting more precum down his shaft. "Don't worry about me, Matty...just lay back and be a good boy for me."

"Shit..." he groaned, whimpering your name, thrusting up gently into your fist. "Call me that again."

"Good boy...so, so good..." you gripped him tighter, pushing the skin to the head, twisting your wrist. "You're so hard for me, so big..." a smirk pulled at your lips. "I bet you want to slide this pretty cock deep into my pussy, don't you?"

His eyes squeezed shut, a fervent nod accompanied by the grasp of his hands on the sheets beneath him as a guttural groan escaped. Enveloped in a pleasure-induced haze, he succumbed to the unyielding hunger that demanded satisfaction.

"Is that what you want?" you whispered, your voice tinged with a husky urgency, leaning in to brush his mouth. The words slipped past your lips, each syllable feeling foreign, as if your own voice carried the weight of unfamiliarity to your ears. "Do you want me to ride you hard, to feel my tight little pussy squeezing your cock?"

"Fucking hell..." he growled between kisses, his hard cock pulsating within your fist, he was close, you could tell. "...I've officially corrupted you, haven't I?"

"Damn right you have...you gave me permission to let loose, didn't you?..." you murmured, your lips falling toward his jawline, placing a trail of wet kisses along the ridge, slowing your motions on his dick. "Turned me into your filthy little whore...meant for taking your cock and swallowing your cum..."

"Oh my fuck-" he cried out in exasperation, his hands shooting to your wrists, pulling your fingers off his cock and directing you overtop of him, guiding you until you were straddling his waist. "Princess, you keep talking like that I'm going to fucking-"

Without giving him a chance to finish, you ripped your hands from his hold and brought them to his face, pulling his mouth to yours as you thrust your fingers through his messy curls. You rolled your cunt against his needy length, rocking your hips until the head of his cock met your clit--and you moaned into his mouth, his fervent fingers digging into your flesh with enough strength to make you wince, his pelvis jerking up against yours.

You slowly lifted one hand from his hair and moved it toward your underwear, shifting them to the side to reveal your wet heat. You let out a small gasp as your fingers slipped easily through your slick folds, collecting your wetness and teasing your pulsing entrance. As you continued to pleasure yourself, you broke the kiss and quickly brought your fingers up to your mouth, sensually sucking your own juices off of them as you held Mattheo's stare. His jaw tensed, eyes darkening with an intensity that held yours captive. Your gaze remained locked as you sensually swirled your tongue around your fingers, savoring every drop of desire before delicately pulling them free.

"My fucking Gods, Raven..." his body was tense with pleasure as he stared at you, his eyes ignited in a flame so hot you felt your skin sizzling. "You are so fucking hot...." he gripped your head, pulling you down closer to him, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "let me taste you, baby."

His hands moved over your body, exploring every inch of your curves as he kissed you deeply, his tongue seeking out yours with a desperate hunger. Moaning, you braced against his chest, rocking your pelvis, grinding down against his cock, and he held you tighter, meeting you stroke for stroke, swallowing your kiss like he needed it to breathe, tasting your juices off your tongue. 

His hands found your chest, tugging down your bra to expose your nipples, and when the pad of his finger grazed the hardening, sensitive bud--you squeaked, breaking the kiss.

"Fuck...is that good, Matty?" You mewled, slicking your wetness along the length of his cock, feeling him pulse beneath you as he swirled his thumb over your nipple. "Or do you need another taste?"

"So fucking good, princess," he muttered, his eyes darkening with a primal hunger. "You already know I'll always need more."

A sly smirk crossed your face as you slowly traced your fingers down to your heat, sliding them back along your slit and collecting your slick juices yet again. Your eyes never left Mattheo's as you brought your fingers back up and sensually slipped them into your mouth, letting out a soft moan as you sucked them clean. With a sultry gaze, you leaned in close to him, grasping his jaw firmly.

"Open up for me, then, daddy," you whispered in his ear, your voice dripping with lust and desire. "Please..."

The sound of your own words sent shivers of excitement down your spine, and you could feel the heat building between your thighs as you teased him. Never in a million years would you have expected to say those words, and judging by Mattheo's reaction to them, neither did he. His eyes widened slightly, but he quickly composed himself, his jaw tensing with restraint as he fought off every single urge to flip you over and fuck you until you couldn't walk.

"Salazar save me..." he purred, slipping a hand into your hair, grip tightening. "As you wish."

As he parted his lips, sticking out his tongue, you leaned in closer, and with a seductive smile, you gathered your saliva and spat it into his mouth. The moment your spit connected with his tongue, you felt a surge of excitement course through your body, heightening the intensity of the moment. You weren't sure what the fuck had come over you tonight, but you were helpless to fucking stop it.

Mattheo's eyes flashed with desire as he swallowed your saliva, his tongue working to catch every last drop. It was completely, unquestionably clear that he was turned on beyond belief by your newfound confidence and boldness--unable to resist letting out a low growl of arousal in response. You grinned, pressing your lips to his in a soft, fleeting kiss.

"You're a fucking filthy little slut..." he growled, smirking as you giggled at his reaction, unable to control yourself. "So...so fucking filthy."

"Mhm," you mused through a smile, grazing your lips over his. "But I'm your filthy little slut."

A mischievous twinkle ignited in your eye as you leaned in, initiating a deep and passionate kiss. Your tongue danced with his, exploring the recesses of his mouth with fervor. The heat and passion intensified, a soft moan escaping your lips, signaling your body's eager response to his touch. His hands, once cradling your head, now roamed up and down your back, tracing every curve and inch with an exploratory hunger.

"Raven," he murmured, his voice a rasped, almost desperate plea. "As much as I'm loving this foreplay...you're driving me to the fucking edge of insanity here..."

"You always were teetering on the edge, Matty," you teased, a wicked gleam in your eyes. "I'm just here to push you over."

Smirking against his mouth, you brought a hand down, directing his cock to your throbbing entrance before finally, finally sinking down onto his thick shaft, gasping as you felt him fill you up completely. A deep, animalistic groan escaped Mattheo's lips as he felt you, tight and wet, enveloping him fully.

"Mmm, you're so fucking big, Matty..." you moaned, your voice filled with unbridled passion. "So fucking deep."

You savoured the feeling of being stretched to your limit, taking a moment to let yourself adjust to how deep and big he was before you slowly began to shift your hips, slowly began to ride him.

Mattheo's lips parted, chest reaching for air as he let you adjust, pulsing inside of you. "Mhm...all for you, my girl...fuck-all yours..."

Your movements were slow and tantalizing, your hips rolling gently as you rocked back and forth on top of him, stretching yourself open with his cock. You could feel him grow harder inside you with each passing moment, the sound of his low moans driving you wild with lust. Looking down at him, you could see the desire in his eyes, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he thrust up to meet your movements.

"Fuck-" you gasped as he rutted up into you, his movements turning more aggressive by the second. "All mine-all fucking mine..."

Mattheo's strength overwhelmed you--he slammed you from below, fucking up into you, forcing gasps and squeals from your lungs. Bliss blazed through your blood as the force of his thrusts throttled you, body quaking, breasts bouncing. His face was screwed in a twist of lust and effort, lip furled, strangled growls escaping his chest--he pumped hard, fast, pinching you in his hands as his own pleasure built.

"Fuck," he growled, "that's right--do you like that?"

"Yes...Gods-yes..." the words were as unfiltered as you were. "I love it..."

"Good--good girl." His stare devoured you while you rode him. "So beautiful..so perfect..." a hand glided up your side, cupping one of your tits. "And all mine..." he grunted, punished you with a particularly hard thrust-you yelped. "Say it."

"Yours-" you howled, a sharp gasp fleeing your chest as his rough hand pulled back and smacked your ass, his strokes deep and powerful. You could feel his hips slamming against your body, the force sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. "All yours, Matty!"

He growled, seething, teeth barred in a snarl as he smacked your ass again, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure shooting through your body. You cried out, arching your back as he urged you on with each smack.

"Don't hold back, baby," Mattheo growled, his voice filled with raw desire. "I want to hear you scream my fucking name...let them know who you fucking belong to."

With those words, he pumped into you harder and faster, his body slamming against yours so hard that the bed began to shake, headboard slamming against the wall with every thrust. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, teetering on the brink of ecstasy.

"Fuck! Mattheo!" You moaned, your voice breaking with pleasure. "Please! Don't stop Matty-fuck-"

"Fuck," he growled again. "You're so fucking tight..." his pace switched, and he rammed your cunt with brutal, deep strokes, striking your cervix with white streaks of pain. "You take my cock so fucking well baby...so fucking perfect..."

"Matty-" you gasped, quaking, clit screaming for attention. "Please-"

"Fuck-" he hissed. "My filthy fucking slut wants to cum, doesn't she?"

Without waiting a singular moment for your response, Mattheo groaned, shifting you off of him until you found yourself on your back against the soft expanse of his sheets. Like a starved animal, he wasted no time at all before he climbed back over you, peeling your legs wide, both hands gripping your thighs and pushing them back against your chest before he split you back open, cock cleaving your cunt in one deep, harsh thrust. In pleasure, you sobbed.

"Mhm...such a good girl..." he cooed, eyes dark and hungry as he shifted a hand to your head, cradling the back of your neck as he leaned forward and pressed his forehead against yours. "My perfect girl...my fucking perfect little cumslut..."

Whinging, you gasped, lost in the depth of his eyes as he fucked you harder, deeper, his hand leaving your leg and snaking down between your thighs, harshly rolling over your clit. You cried out, clenching and convulsing against him as he fucked you into the mattress, his eyes never once leaving yours, each stroke bringing new, desperate breath to your lungs as you felt him building your orgasm block by block, thrust by thrust.

"Is that what you are-shit-" Mattheo groaned, deep and low as his hand shifted to grip your jaw, pinching your cheeks together. He slicked your clit while he fucked you, the sensations warm and wet and spinning you to the height of euphoria. "Say it."

"Yes-fuck-" you practically screamed, unable to break your eyes from his, the eye contact alone nearly pushing you over the edge of bliss. "I'm yours! I'm your fucking cumslut-"

"Cum-fuck-cum for me," he ordered through barred teeth, "cum on this fucking cock..."

Like his perfectly trained pet, you obeyed, falling over the edge of ecstasy, pleasure coursing through every inch of your body as you cried out his name. Mattheo groaned, breath sputtering in his lungs, lids squeezed shut as he continued to pound into you relentlessly, his own climax fast approaching. With one final thrust, he let out a low growl and came inside you, filling you with the warmth of his release, his forehead resting against yours, your pulses pounding in pace until he had regained enough composure to push up and pull out.

As he reclined back on his bed, Mattheo drew you into an intimate embrace, enfolding you securely against his chest. Beneath your ear, his heart throbbed with a rapid tempo, and his breath, hot and laboured, danced against your skin. In a shared moment of quietude, words became superfluous. Both of you lay there, intertwined, finding solace in the cocoon of each other's arms.

In the aftermath of your intimate embrace, Mattheo's voice sliced through the tranquil stillness with genuine curiosity.

"Why did you come here tonight?" His words hung in the air, laden with a desire for understanding. "Not that I'm complaining, I'm just-"

Your smirk adorned your lips as you shifted, peering up at him. "I just missed you."

He blinked, a faint flush tinging his cheeks. His hold on you tightened, one hand delicately weaving through your hair.

"You missed me, huh?" Amusement danced in his tone, a smirk crawling across his perfect plush lips. "Poor little bird. Helpless without me."

A scoff escaped you, but the grin betrayed your playful facade. "On second thought, I take it back-"

"Nope," he interjected, his fingers gently arranging your hair behind your ear. "Too late for that, princess."

You huffed, eyelids fluttering as you reveled in the warmth of his body, nestled in his secure embrace. "Perhaps you're right...but let's not forget that you were the one jerking off while thinking-"

"Touché," he responded, his nails digging into your scalp, a playful attempt to silence you. "It's just...you know the boys will have questions tomorrow...there's  no fucking way they didn't hear us."

You captured your lip between your teeth, a moment of contemplation enveloping you as your fingers traced aimless patterns over Mattheo's chest. The room held a quiet intimacy, interrupted only by the gentle caress of your touch.

"Good," you finally responded, your voice dipped in a low timbre. "I don't really care anymore, Matty...I just...I just want to be with you."

"I know..." he cooed, his fingers tenderly weaving through your hair, fingertips massaging your scalp. "Just a couple more weeks...then we don't have to hide anymore."

His words carried both a promise and an underlying uncertainty that resonated with you. Graduation loomed on the horizon, a gateway to a future fraught with unknowns. As he spoke, a pang of apprehension gripped you. The freedom from secrecy seemed tantalizing, yet the uncertainties beyond graduation loomed like a shadow in your thoughts.

"I started writing your mentorship report for Dumbledore tonight," you softly admitted, the words carrying a whisper-like weight. The pending admission feeling like pulling teeth from your gums. "That's why I came...it, um...it made me anxious...worried."

"Worried?" he repeated, his head nuzzling against yours. "Why?"

A fragile silence lingered before you whispered, "I just don't know what's going to happen to us after this... I mean, if I get a job here and-"

"Shh, Raven..." he murmured, pulling you impossibly closer. "Doesn't matter where you are, where I am... we'll make it work."

Your heart fluttered, a mix of uncertainty and hope intertwining. "Will we?"

"We will," he assured, pulling the sheets up and over you both as if creating a cocoon of reassurance, "nothing could ever keep me from you..."

You shifted once more, your gaze rising to meet his, a newfound warmth enveloping your entire being, surpassing the comforting embrace of any blanket or the flickering glow of a fire. Your eyes locked onto him, taking in the sight before you--his lids rested gently closed, long lashes casting delicate shadows on his flushed cheeks, while his fingers continued their soothing journey through your hair.

It was a tableau of serenity, a moment where you witnessed Mattheo in a state of unparalleled contentment and relaxation, radiating a happiness you had never seen him wear so vividly.

"How can you be so sure?" you murmured, almost afraid to disrupt the tranquility that surrounded him.

"Because we've weathered it all already, and just look at us..." he responded, his smile radiating, even without opening his eyes. "Besides, where else could I go? Who else could I love but you?"

A gentle chuckle, laced with both disbelief and affection, escaped your lips. You couldn't fucking believe that this was your life, you couldn't believe that this was the same man from a few months ago.

"Are you feeling okay?..." you teased, the playful incredulity in your voice echoing the rare and serene side of him that unfolded before you. "Who are you, and what have you done with Mattheo Riddle?"

"What can I say, Raven," he murmured, the softness of his tone carrying a hint of vulnerability. "You've changed me."

You scoffed, suppressing a full-blown giggle. "I didn't change anything; you did that all yourself."

"Save the modesty, princess," he husked, a subtle edge of desire in his voice. "You could change the fucking world with your hands behind your back."

"My Gods, Mattheo..." you breathed, your entire body tingling. "If you wanted me to get on my knees for you all you had to do was ask."

With a tender smile, Mattheo shifted you onto your side, drawing you closer. He settled behind you, his face nuzzling into the curve of your neck. One arm slid gently beneath your head, cradling it, while the other wrapped around your waist in a comforting embrace. You melted into him, pushing back against his body as tight as you could.

"This will do, Raven," he murmured, his warm breath caressing your neck. "But if you keep pushing your ass against me like that, we're going to have a problem."

"Mm," you smirked, relishing the tightening grip of his hand on your waist. "Not a problem that we can't fix."

He huffed, choosing to remain silent, but you could feel his grin against your skin. A brief pause hung in the air, the room submerged in a serene stillness. Beyond the window, the black lake flickered in the moonlit night, its waves reflecting the shimmering light like liquid silver.

Breaking the quietude, Mattheo's voice, a soft murmur, rekindled the conversation. "You know," he said, his words carrying a wistful note, "the only time I ever slept well was when you were in my arms."

"Why?" you inquired, your voice a gentle prompt, as curiosity laced the quiet exchange. "Do you usually have trouble sleeping?"

"Usually," he sighed, a blend of fondness and vulnerability threading through his words. "Yet another part of me you seemed to effortlessly fix."

A brief pause enveloped you both, the stillness broken only by the rhythmic cadence of his breathing, the rise and fall of his chest against your back. As you felt him slowly surrender to the embrace of sleep, his grip on you loosening, a smile of contentment graced your lips.

"Sleep," you whispered, your voice a gentle reassurance, barely audible in the quiet room. "I'll fend off the bad dreams if they dare to approach."

“My fierce little protector.” He huffed, his voice a deep, raspy drawl. "I'm so fucking in love with you."

Your heart warmed, melting at his words. "And I'm fucking so in love with you."