#i'd give him the world

[delphi-dreamin]

Desperate

Simeon needs help that Delphi is more than willing to provide.

Word count: 2.6k

Pairing: Simeon x Delphi

Warnings: fem!OC, slight voyuerism, pillow humping, unprotected sex, creampie

This started out as just a "What if?" between friends. Then I decided it would be an excellent little snippet for our dear angel's birthday. So, happy birthday, Simeon! 💋

“Baby, I have to go to work,” Delphi chuckles, trying only halfheartedly to push Simeon away. He’s pressed fully against her, pinning her to the wall behind the restaurant where they’d just finished a lovely dinner, while his mouth does absolutely sinful things to her neck, jaw, and shoulder. Goosebumps erupt over her flushed skin as his hands find the hem of her shirt and slide under it, wandering up to her waist. She rakes her fingers through his hair as he sinks his teeth into the muscle of her neck, a low moan escaping her throat, “What’s gotten into you, angel?”

“I need you, starlight,” he breathes into her skin, continuing to place hot, open-mouthed kisses anywhere he can reach. “Please stay with me.”

Still gripping his soft locks, she sighs, “I wish I could, angel. But I have to work tonight.”

The whine he lets out nearly breaks her heart. She isn’t oblivious. She can feel how hard he is where he’s pressed against her abdomen. She’d fully intended on making their date night a full night affair, but she’d been called in at the last minute with only enough time to make their dinner reservation before she needed to teleport to work.

She cups his nearly feverish cheek in her hand, giving him a pitying look. “It’s only a half shift. I’ll be off around midnight. And then, I promise, I will come straight back to you, angel.”

Simeon whines, but nods, his clear turquoise eyes watery with need. He steps back to allow her to move, adjusting his cloak to cover his front. He clears his throat as he adjusts and asks, “You don’t have to go back to the House?”

Delphi smiles, stroking his cheek with her knuckles, “I’m all yours tonight, baby. Lucifer and his brothers aren’t expecting me back until tomorrow evening for dinner. Maybe we can even pry Sol away from his projects later?”

The shiver that she watches go through him at the suggestion forces her lip to curl. Delphi reaches up to press a kiss to Simeon’s soft lips, the lightly sweet flavor of Demonus still clinging to them. He hadn’t had that much, but apparently it was just enough.

“Can you get home okay?” she whispers to him. At his nod, she smiles sweetly one last time and teleports away.

The Devildom Emergency Communications Center is warded against teleportation and summoning magic as a security measure against potential threats. There aren’t as many as one would think, mainly because it falls under the jurisdiction of the Royal Army. But it's still a secure facility, meaning that, like every emergency dispatch center she’s ever worked at, you have to have a key to get in.

Delphi is at the door when she realizes that her key is in her wallet which is on Simeon’s nightstand. She mentally kicks herself for her thoughtlessness. Because, unlike her agency in the human world, the DECC won’t just buzz you in if you forget your key.

She still has half an hour before she has to be on console, so she teleports herself back to Purgatory Hall. Luke and Solomon are at the castle for a few hours, so there’s an almost eerie stillness to the dorm when she enters. She doesn't think anything of it and continues up to Simeon's door, just about to walk in when she hears a peculiar sound.

It's almost like a sob, she thinks. But that doesn't make sense. Why would Simeon be crying? The door is cracked, so she peers in toward his bed and her heart nearly stops. The breath goes from her lungs, her face grows hot, and there’s an immediate throb between her legs that she decides right then and there that she will not ignore. She whips out her D.D.D. and shoots off a quick text to her boss, claiming food poisoning, then turns the thing off completely.

Looking back inside the room, her mouth goes dry. She hadn’t been imagining it.

Simeon is on his bed, stripped of his cloak and crisp white pants, the vast expanse of his rich honey-colored back exposed to the moonlight streaming through his open curtains, his muscles highlighted in silver. The clerical collar that usually sits at his throat is pulled off and thrown haphazardly on his nightstand, threatening to fall off if a breeze were to catch it. He’s glistening with sweat, his normally soft chestnut locks pasted to his forehead and cheeks, and desperately rutting into…Her pillow?

The throb between her legs turns into a burning ache as she realizes that, yes, that is unmistakably her pink pillowcase she sees beneath his hips and grasped tightly in his shaking hand. She’d left it because she was planning to stay the night that night after she got off work, but clearly her boyfriend had other plans with the piece of bedding. She watches, enraptured, as he bows his head and his thrusts become faster, more desperate.

The gasp she lets out, though, when she hears him cry, “Please, starlight-- Delphi, I need you—” is so loud that she’s astounded that he didn’t hear.

Delphi can’t stop herself from slipping into the room and softly closing the door behind her, silently as she can turning the lock and placing a curse on the handle so that they can’t be disturbed. She approaches the bed, resting her knee on the corner and asking gently, “Do you want some help, baby?”

He jumps at the sound of her voice, rolling over to quickly hide her pillow behind him. His beautiful turquoise eyes are blown and he’s flushed with need from his chest to the tips of his ears. His cock, hard and glistening with precum, twitches against his stomach as she watches him with a soft smile.

“I thought you were at work?” Simeon pants, voice smaller than she’d ever heard it.

“I forgot my wallet,” Delphi explains, gesturing to the nightstand where her wallet sits next to his precariously perched clerical collar. “But it seems like you need me more than they do.”

She climbs onto the bed and settles on her knees between his legs with a grin. She runs a hand up one of his warm thighs, watching intently as he groans and leans back onto his elbows, his head falling back beautifully. He arches into her touch as she continues to trail her hand up his hip and tightly clenched abs. Delphi spreads her hands over his pecs as she settles herself on his abs, leaning down to brush her lips against his.

“Delphi,” Simeon breathes into her mouth, gripping her hips tightly.

“What do you need, angel?” she responds, pulling back just enough to look him in the eye.

He uses his grip on her hips to pick her up and roll them both over, pinning her beneath him. Simeon looks her up and down, letting out an appreciative hum at the growing wet spot in the crotch of her leggings. He runs his hands down her legs, thumbs dipping down to scrape gently at her inner thighs. He sighs, “I’d like these off, if possible.”

Delphi grins, lifting her hips for him. He hooks his fingers under the elastic waistband and slowly pulls leggings and panties both down her hips, hissing at the glistening strands of slick that stretch away with the clothes. Simeon discards them without taking his eyes off her, groaning as she drops her knees, letting her legs spread wide for him.

“Oh, starlight,” he groans, biting his lip.

A smirk still curling the corners of her mouth, she teases, “Can the rest come off, angel? Or do I have to keep my shirt on?”

“Whatever you want,” Simeon breathes, reaching down to slide his hands under the hem of her shirt. She arches her back so prettily for him as he slips the garment up over the swell of her breasts, his mouth watering at the sight of the inky black of her pact marks against her creamy skin. They’ve always bothered him, though he’d never tell her that. It means that her soul is forfeit, she’ll never know paradise if she ever passes. But he has to admit, they do suit her.

He brushes his thumbs over her soft, pink nipples, watching with delight as the skin pebbles and the little nubs harden under his touch. It still amazes him that she reacts to him this way, that she wants him in this way. Never could he have imagined, at the beginning of the exchange program, that he would not only be head over heels in love with one of the human exchange students, but that she would return his affections wholly and without reservation.

He watches with wonder as goosebumps form over her chest, following the trail of his fingers wherever they go. He loves to watch her. Loves to see the different ways he can bring her pleasure, the ways he can make her fall apart beneath him. Simeon gingerly pulls the shirt over her head, laying it beside her shoulder before running his gloved hands down her pale arms.

Delphi takes one of his hands in hers when they meet, bringing it up to her lips to kiss his fingertips before taking one long finger into her mouth. She keeps her eyes trained on his as she soaks his glove under her swirling tongue, smirking at the whine he lets slip from his plush lips. She watches his pupils go impossibly wider with want, only a thin ring of turquoise visible around them as she begins to tug the glove off between her teeth.

As the dark fabric slides off, she watches his breath go shallow and his cheeks darken. She can see his pulse jumping in his throat, can feel the heat radiating from him as he kneels over her. He raises his other hand to her lips, roughly inserting two fingers between them. His eyelashes flutter closed as she takes the digits eagerly, swirling her tongue around and over them and leaving his glove soaked before removing the second one as well.

Simeon lowers himself to his elbows, carefully not putting all his weight on her petite frame but slotting himself between her thighs. He looks at her with pleading eyes.

“Starlight, can I—”

“Please, angel,” Delphi cuts him off before Simeon can finish his question. There’s an insistent need to feel him inside her beginning deep within her core. She reaches up to brush his hair away from his eyes, her hand coming to rest finally on his bicep. “Fill me up. Let me feel all of you. Give me everything you have, baby.”

Before she can finish her entreaties, Simeon claims her lips, drawing moans from her delicate throat as he presses into her. He moves slowly, evenly, allowing her to feel every inch as he sheathes himself completely within her warmth.

“Fuck, angel,” she sighs as his thick tip prods deliciously at the spongey sweet spot deep within her, his movements small but steady, continually hitting that one spot over and over, exactly how she likes. She fists her hand in his hair, pulling him down to her and kissing at his neck and jaw.

His breath is rough in her ear between panting moans and whispers of her name. Every noise, every puff of warm air in the shell of her ear sends a shiver down her spine, more goosebumps erupting over her sensitive skin. Simeon takes her earlobe between his teeth, nibbling on it gently as he continues to rock into her.

His pace is unhurried, occasionally pausing to withdraw nearly completely before slowly pushing back in to the hilt. The slow drag of him against her walls is intoxicating, a dizzy feeling clouding her senses as he slows even further, hovering with just his swollen cockhead teasing the little ring of muscle at her entrance. Simeon delights in her whines and groans, her whimpering gaining pitch as he feels her begin to clench around him.

Pretty violet eyes, glassy and ringed with fuchsia, look back at him as he hefts himself onto his elbows. There’s a rosy flush to her cheeks and sweat is beginning to shine on her forehead and neck. Simeon sighs into her touch as she snakes a hand up to cup his cheek, running a thumb along his lower lip. He kisses the pad of it gently, grinning as he feels her pulse quicken and her walls tighten around his length.

“Are you going to come for me, starlight?” he breathes, maintaining a steady rhythm despite her attempt at bucking her hips up to meet his thrusts.

He smiles at her frantic nod, inhaling sharply at the feeling of her nails digging into his arms as she clings to him desperately. Her legs wrap around his hips, allowing him to reach just that little bit deeper, push just that little bit farther, until she’s coming undone beneath him. She cries out in pleasure, eyes screwing shut as he continues to fuck her through her orgasm, his own peak getting closer with every squeeze of her velvety walls.

“Fuck, Simeon,” Delphi sobs, hips stuttering and hands fisting in his hair. The jolting of her hips slows as he continues to rock into her, his pace quickening until she can feel a second peak forming and tears begin to form in her violet eyes.

Every time with Simeon is different, she realizes as he dips his head down to place a kiss over the pulse in her neck. He’s always gentle with her, always careful of the fact that her human body would be so easy to break. It’s only when she turns her head to capture his lips with her own, moaning prettily into him, that he takes it as permission to chase his own high, to be a little less than gentle with her.

He lifts her thighs to rest on his shoulders, pressing a kiss into the inside of her knee as she adjusts to the new position. Then she looks up at him, brows furrowed and eyes pleading, her bottom lip between her teeth, and Simeon snaps his hips into hers.

Her high, keening cry is all the encouragement he needs to keep going, to hammer into her as hard and as fast as he can manage without hurting her. Relentlessly, he pounds into the spongey sweet spot deep within her, causing stars to bloom over Delphi's vision with each thrust.

“Oh, Simeon,” she moans, gripping tightly to the sheets above her head. “Angel, I’m so close, please!”

Simeon chuckles, pressing another kiss to her knee. “Go on, starlight,” he pants, finding her clit with one of his long fingers and rubbing circles around the swollen bud. He smiles at the whine it draws from her, watching as her eyes squeeze shut and her legs shake.

“Look at me, lamb,” Simeon breathes, smiling as she meets his gaze. “I want to see the look on your face when you fall apart for me.”

His teasing is all the push Delphi needs to fall over the edge once again, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips as her orgasm crashes around her. Her walls clenching around him sends Simeon hurtling toward his release as well, his hips snapping into hers just a few more times before he stills, his warmth filling her until she’s certain she can’t take any more.

Breath heavy and glassy-eyed, Delphi can’t help giggling as Simeon collapses on her, nuzzling into her neck with a contented sigh. She wraps her arms around him gently, raking her hands through his soft chestnut hair. She kisses just beneath his ear, breathing, “Feel better, baby?”

“Mm, very much,” Simeon hums.

“Good,” she chuckles. “Now get off of me! My hips can’t take much more than this!”

Taglist: @sassykattery @leavesandflowers @sparkbeast20 @kyungjoon-do

[jelliedink]

GIRL DINNER!!!! BARK BARK

[star2fishmeg]

Mingi <3

[temeyes]

my darling tsukki!

[starry-bi-sky]

finally giving fem danyal her own au and fulfilling my 'danny is an animal whisperer' agenda at the same time: mother of monsters danyal 2.0

i say "2.0" because TECHNICALLY 'mother of monsters danyal' is an au I made back in June for Dark fem!Danyal (who I promptly named Layal). However, I haven't posted much for her yet, and I like the "mother of monsters" premise too much to leave it only to Layal. Plus Danyal in that au was going to become the mother of monsters anyway, just with significantly less world domination and mass extinction.

'Animal whisperer' Danny has been something I've been thinking about since my latest DP 'wolfpack au' post and it's! So fun to think about, and who no better to assign the idea to than Danyal Al Ghul? Who comes from a family infamously known for their love of animals and nature?

Fem Danyal is just purely self-indulgent. *gestures wildly at her* i just lomvb,,, her,,,, I've only really mentioned her in context of the 'Things in Threes' au/my first Danyal al Ghul au with the facial scar, but she's!!! I love her. She deserves her own au <33

So kill three birds with one stone! Make a post about it.

Anyways, Danny has a large lair. Similar to cult leader danyal, her lair is a giant mountain region resembling nanda parbat with a big temple/palace-like area built into the mountain. It's large, it's overflowing with natural flora, with its own mini-floating islands hovering over some areas, and it's also completely empty.

Danny takes one look at her lair upon first meeting, -- noting that it looked relatively smaller from the outside -- and promptly, with the elegance of an Al Ghul, goes "What the hell??" Because yes, while she does enjoy her own solitude and privacy, this is a bit ridiculous.

For heaven's sake, there's even a massive lake in there! What's she going to do with all this space? Can she make it any smaller? Why is it so big in the first place? This looks borderline like one of the mega-islands!

She finds out later that apparently, the amount of ectoplasm a ghost has can have an effect on the size of their lair. And since she has such a large core, her lair reflects that. Wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey stuff, it's bigger on the inside so it doesn't take up "too much space" on the outside. Don't worry about it too much.

Danyal isn't totally opposed to having such a large lair, she's just... a bit baffled by it. It feels like so much wasted space is all. All this flora and no fauna to enjoy it with. It's practically eerie.

She decorates her temple-palace area, transforming rooms to match her needs as she sees fit. In the center of the inner gardens is a massive tree that she likes to climb, with twisting, winding branches. Sam and Tucker have honorary rooms, even if they can't safely leave the specter speeder for long periods of time, even with proper safety equipment. So does Jazz. Ali (Dani) has one too, but he can actually use that one, and Danny brought him to her lair so he could decorate it himself.

She has a personal garden, but for the most part she lets the flora exist as it is. Too much space to cultivate it en masse anyways.

Skip to a few weeks later, on her next visit to Clockwork. She developed a habit of going to see him semi-regularly just because. She enjoys his wisdom, and he has a lot of stories to tell, and when he's not being the cryptic and esoteric timekeeper, he's a bit goofy.

(pushing my dadwork agenda here,,, i think Danny deserves to go 'hey, Lord Clockwork, do you want me to buy you something' while she's at walmart, only to receive a singular glowing sticky note that says 'cucumber gatorade'.)

(She insists on referring to him with his proper titles even for the most mundane of things because it's proper, but Clockwork sees a future where she eventually calls him "Cee" and by all things in existence is he determined to get there. Anyways,,,)

On her next visit to Clockwork, just as she is about to leave, Clockwork stops her and goes; "Ah, I have something for you. Hold out your hands."

Danny does as such, and Clockwork doesn't give out things often, so her curiosity has spiked to the highest levels. He turns away from her for a moment, using his staff to summon whatever it is he needs, and when he turns around.

He drops a fish into her hands. Granted, a fish in a small glass tank. But a fish nonetheless. A small one, roughly about the size of her finger, with a blue-black, eel-shaped body and four sets of glowing eyes. She can see thin, almost translucent, but spiny fins down its back and the start of bioluminescent markings. It's swimming around in circles in its small container.

"Lord Clockwork." Danyal says all too calmly.

"Yes, Danyal?"

"What is this?"

"That is an adolescent leviathan, Danyal." She’s transfixed onto the tank, but she doesn’t need to see Clockwork’s face to hear the smile he’s stifling.

The myriad of emotions that runs through her all at once threatens to overwhelm her, and she can’t tell if the feelings are negative or positive. So she carefully closes her eyes to breathe in through her nose.

“Clockwork.”

“Ah, I see you’ve dropped formalities.”

She ignores that.

“Why have you given me an adolescent leviathan?”

She's expecting the trickster to look amused when she opens her eyes. Instead, he just looks endeared. "I know you're fond of animals," he says, "and you always look amazed when you come across an animal of the realms. So I thought you might enjoy taking care of the young beast, it's mother is dead so it has no one to care for it."

Oh.

"But, if you don't like it," Clockwork's hands reach out for the tank, "I can simply take it back--"

Danyal shifts the tank out from his reach and hugs it possessively. "I never said that. How do I care for it?"

And so clockwork gives her a list, and when Danyal returns to her lair, she sets up a large tank in her room for the leviathan to swim in -- it's much too small for the lake right now, she thinks. She'll feel better if it's somewhere she can find it. She names him Suhā.

Suhā grows quickly, and by the end of the mortal month she transforms one of the rooms into a large pond for him to swim around in. He's a very loyal beast, recognizing her as it's mother of some kind. Danyal takes great care ensuring that her beastie gets quality care, and Suhā swims to the surface to see her when he senses her in the room.

It spirals from there. Somehow, Pandora catches wind that Clockwork gave her a leviathan, and so the next time Danyal visits the Greater Athens, she gives her a baby chimera. It's eyes are still sealed shut, Danyal can't bring herself to say no. She names the little beastie Firas.

Frostbite hears about it too, and not to be outdone, gives her an animal she's never even heard of. Infinite-realms born, apparently. A fox-like creature with two small horns like an impala, four eyes, and tall legs. The name isn't something she's quite sure how to write down, and she's positive that her friends won't be able to comprehend it. She names her Eira.

Getting the three of them used to each other was... interesting. Suhā tried to eat Firas when Danyal first introduced the two, and they've hated each other ever since. Firas and Eira are seemingly getting along. Her island already feels full enough with the three of them on it.

Of course, that's not the end of it. With her luck, she begins stumbling across other monsters. Realms-borne or otherwise. An injured hydra in the Grecian islands that, through lots of trial and error, Danyal is able to rehabilitate and heal. It routinely comes to visit her afterwards.

A griffin with a broken wing that she moves permanently to the island that likes to keep to itself, but tends to come down when she's near. It gets along best with Firas.

A panther-like monster from the Shades Woods that had six legs and three tails, with ends that reminded her of a venus flytrap. It stuck around the heavy foliage and she can only make out where it was when she saw its golden eyes reflect.

She befriends a young indrik with its leg injured, and much like the hydra it follows her back to her island, and stays there in the mountains. It comes out when she's alone, much like her other beasts.

She receives two more leviathan -- one from clockwork, and one she finds herself while exploring the deeper and darker recesses of the Ghost Zone. It was huddled against the carcass of its mother, and she managed to befriend and get close enough to it to bring it back to her island. Suhā is fully grown by then, with a head bigger than Danyal herself and he still likes to stick her head out of the water for nuzzles when she's near.

He's not very happy with his new siblings, but he's not trying to eat them when she's not looking. So she calls it a win in her book.

And it's not just large beasts either; smaller animals begin popping up when she's not looking. Bird-like creatures and small mammals, and she swears she saw a doe (or something resembling a doe) grazing in the forest while she was walking by.

She takes back with her a lone snake egg once, and it grows so big it wraps around her island and sleeps with its massive head on the mountain beside the temple, like some smaller breed of Jörmungandr.

And on and on it goes. Some of the beasts she comes across never step foot onto her island, some of them follow her back, while others she has to carry back. Not all of the ones that follow her stay, and Danny rehabilitates the injured and releases them when they're fully healed.

It's hectic, and busy, and frankly she loves it. Some of her rehabilitated beasts return to visit her, or to have their children somewhere on the island, or whatever it is they need to do.

She becomes a bit infamous for it. She goes to visit Dorathea once, and as she's walking through the streets she can hear some of the denizens whispering while she walks past.

"Is that her?"

"Her highness' friend? Yes--"

"--that's the one--"

"--Mother of monsters--"

Danny's not sure how to feel about that.

Although, she can't say she's opposed.

Danyal Al Ghul, Mother of monsters, raiser of beasts. It has a nice ring to it.

[good-to-drive]

When someone says they wanna fuck that old man and it's a rock star who's been drenched in sex appeal for decades and has fucked hundreds of women I do respect and enjoy that, but when someone says they want to fuck that old man and it's Conan Christopher O'Brien, a man drenched in sexless Catholicism who is 90% leg and 100% heart, well, I just think that's pretty darn neat.

[noperopesaredope]

Me: Ooooo, I wonder what this "Mouthwashing" thing is that everyone's been obsessed with lately. I should check some of it out.

Me, 30 minutes later: I would kill myself for you, Anya.

[skeletalheartattack]

sure man

[oceans-beloved]

Meme dump yayyy🥳✨️

(off to make more now muhahaha >:3)

[dollypopup]

Yeah, just gonna say that this fandom needs to shut the fuck up about Luke Newton and his love life. He's a grown man who was seen with a grown woman, and his relationship has no bearing on his acting ability. The parasocial relationship has gone too far.

This fandom has harassed him and people around him, bullied his ex-gf openly, and have already been horrifically misogynistic to the woman he's rumored to be dating. I've literally seen people calling him a groomer as if this woman isn't grown af at a whole 23 goddamn years old. He is 31. Some of y'all need to log off the damn internet. It's clear people are just mad that he and Nicola aren't an item and that he can't live a life outside of this work and doesn't exist to please like a paper doll they can go 'now kiss!' about. He dedicated years to this production that we've consumed and handled it with more grace than most of us would.

India and Corey had chemistry and didn't need to be together to sell Queen Charlotte. Simone and JB had chemistry and didn't need to be together to sell Bton Season 2. And Luke Newton and Nicola Coughlan have chemistry and don't need to be together to sell Bton Season 3. He can have a fucking girlfriend if he wants, he has literally done NOTHING wrong, and some of y'all are acting like he punted your puppy in the Thames and personally insulted you to your face.

Let the man live.

[cucumbercastle]

his ass is NOT beating the babygirl allegations

[pluviophile6104]

No wonder First gives him everything I mean look at his face 😔🤎

[cluescorner]

I cannot imagine being a Damian stan right now. You've got both Zdarsky's bullshit (where he clearly doesn't give a shit about your boy) and The Boy Wonder (where Juni Ba clearly gives so many shits about your boy) coming out on the same day. The whiplash must be insane. I hope y'all get some nice warm soup for your efforts jfc

[strawberrysnscreams]

I love him sm

(Aziraphale and Beelzebub ones coming next)

[catocappuccino]

1-BOO altered my brain

[steakout-05]

medic tf2 doodles?!?!?? in this economy!???!?!? (art from yesterday)

most gentle and sweet middle aged german man in the whole entire world smile vs planning to swap all of your organs with a series of interconnected frogs smile

a doodle i did of Medic and Archimedes.... he looks too round in this drawing, not smug and evil enough..... also Mitzi from the RAE appearance :D

i LOVE the voicelines Medic has with Haunted Archimedes, he's not disturbed or even slightly put off by the fact that his zombified dove is 1. talking and 2. has a violent and constant craving for brains. he's just like. being a slightly irritated pet owner about it. he's just like "ugh yes archimedes vants all zhe brains doesn't he. now shut up". also i think this is the most on-model medic drawing i've ever done wtf