#the more you tighten your grip demon the more angels will slip through your fingers

[suugarbabe]

Halloween party, mattheo with little demon horns and reader wearing an Angel costume that just drives him crazy (yes that man has a huge corruption kink and ruining his little Angel is 10/10 for him)

literally so sorry my requests are so so backed up because of the series i was working on and life in general. hope you don't hate me or think i forgot about you :( 18+ under the cut

Mattheo adjusted himself in his seat again, tugging at the crotch of his trousers to try to hide the increasingly growing boner he was sporting as you danced around with Pansy just a few feet in front of him. It was fitting that he chose to dress up as the devil for the Slytherin's Halloween party, horns charmed to look like they were growing directly from his head, because the thoughts he was having about you were sinful.

Dressing as an angel and devil seemed a little cliché to some, but to him it couldn't be more fitting. You were truly heavenly, ethereal even with the dangerously short white silk slip you were wearing and the charmed little wings sprouting from your shoulder blades. If he didn't know any better he'd assume this was your true form. You falling for him was definitely a miracle.

Downing the rest of his firewhiskey he hands the glass to Theo next to him before standing up, making a b-line straight for you. His touch is something you'd recognize in a crowd of thousands, so you weren't at all startled when his arm slinked itself round your waist. He leaned in closer to whisper in your ear, the feathers of your wings tickling the bare parts of his chest he chose to display that night.

"You're looking exceptionally pure tonight, Princess," his nose pressed into the nape of your neck, inhaling deeply, getting drunk on the mix of your scent with sweat and alcohol, "m'gonna have to fix that." You turned in his embrace, a small smirk playing coy on your lips. Your arms draped over his shoulders coming at a cross behind his neck, "Is that so, Mr. Devil? And how exactly would you take this angel's purity?"

You looked up at him through your lashes, batting your eyes as innocently as you could muster with the slightest little pout on your plush lips. Mattheo's grip on your hips tightened, fingers digging into the flesh through your slip dress. He closed his eyes momentarily, letting out a low huff of air that you swore has the sentient of a growl attached to it.

Pulling your chest flush to his, he started swaying your bodies slightly to the music, his mouth next to your ear giving you a direct play by play of what was running through he devious mind. "First, I'm going to take you back to my dorm, seemingly innocent to anyone that watches. But as soon as the door closes," he dragged a finger under the strap of your dress slowly, goosebumps eliciting on your skin, "I'm going to rip this tiny fucking thing off of you."

"Then you're going to get on your knees, wings and all, and you're gonna take my cock down that pretty little throat of yours until there's tears running down this angelic face." He ran his forefinger gently across the apple of your cheek before gripping your throat lightly, leaning back down to your ear. "After, I'm gonna sit on the bed and your gonna sink that tight little cunt all the way down until you can feel me right here," his hand moved from your hip to put pressure right at your belly button, "I'll even let you use my horns for leverage as your ride me, how's that sound, Princess?"

[dark-mnjiro]

speaking in tongues ::: .02.

Author’s Note: hello everyone. I apologize for such a long wait. Personal things (as some of you may know) have had to take priority like my health. I had to put a lot of projects on hold. I do hope you enjoy part two. I attempted to make it a bit longer than the others that I’ve put out to make up for it. 🥰 as usual, please refer to the masterlist for a general list of content warning for this fic, and I will post part specific below.

Content Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, dubcon, dub/noncon touching, fingering, groping, invasion of privacy, violence, mentions of trauma/sexual abuse/physical abuse, bratty!cashmere, cat and mouse games, gaslighting, emotional manipulation… fun stuff.

part two

i’m standing here until you make me move

Snapping his fingers, a golden portal appeared behind Adam before he stepped through it still carrying Cashmere. She took her fists, pounding his back, demanding still to be put down. Adam only seemed to offer a mocking reply by raising his voice an octave and mimicking her comments. This only seemed to enrage Cashmere more as she began kicking her legs and intensifying her hits to his back.

“Fucking hell!” he snapped at her.

“Satan in Hell,” she snapped. “Put me DOWN!”

Adam tossed her onto the couch. He pulled off his mask, throwing it to the floor before walking away from her. “Don’t fucking say I didn’t do anything for you,” he complained, loudly as he walked into the other room.

Cashmere sighed, moving her fingers through her hair. She looked around… Where was she? It looked like a fairly average apartment that any living person would have, but not one in Hell. A loud slurp disrupted her thoughts as she turned to look at Adam, standing in the entryway with a drink in hand… drinking loudly.

“Where are we?”

Adam pulled the straw from his lips before leaning against the wall. “My place.”

“In Heaven?”

“Fuck no,” Adam scoffed. “I wouldn’t bring demonic scum like you to that paradise.”

Rolling her eyes, Cashmere pushed up from the couch to sit up. “You have an apartment in Hell?”

“Embassy,” he corrected. “It’s my temporary place.”

“So why here?”

Sighing, he set the drink in his hand down on the table in front of the couch. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Do you enjoy getting assaulted?”

Her eyes narrowed.

“What?” he snapped, annoyance crossing his expression. “You sure seemed to like trying to fight a man three times your size who was trying to grope on you.”

“Satan help me,” she groaned. “How long were you there? You saw all that?!”

“I told you,” he replied as his voice went flat. “Long enough.”

She closed her eyes for a moment before letting out a sigh of frustration. She stood up from the couch and decided that she would just leave before she was caught in another argument with this man…angel? Whatever. She tried to move past him before his arm shot out and stopped her from passing him.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“Fuck you,” she said, shoving his arm down.

“You got a filthy, fucking mouth on you,” he sneered.

“Fuck. You.”

She managed to push past him but didn’t make it far before Adam snatched her by her hair and tugged her back. She yelped as tears burned at the corner of her eyes.

“Do I have your attention now?”

He was uncomfortably close to her now as his breath brushed against her ear. She tried moving away but he only tugged harder causing her scalp to burn.

“Are you going to be a good girl and listen?”

Her face fell. “…yes.”

He tugged on her hair again, causing her to wince. “I don’t believe you,” he hissed into her ear. His free hand slipped to grasp her waistline before forcefully guiding her toward the wall of his apartment. The grip tightened as he pressed his chest against her back, forcing her chest to push against the wall. Cashmere turned her head to the side, catching a glimpse of Adam smirking from behind her. “I’ll ask again,” he whispered. “Are you going to be a good girl and listen?”

She wasn’t sure what he was asking as a response. Her eyes darted away toward the white wall. Anything to avoid his gaze at this point. Anxiety began filling her chest, wondering just what she could do in this instance, against an Angel? Nothing. He could kill her easily if he truly wanted to… and permanently. It was a well-known fact that Angelic steel could permanently rid Hell of any sinner.

Adam’s other hand finally let go of her hair, but it joined his other hand gripping her waist. He used his size alone to pin her against the wall now. She was stuck. Squirming, she attempted to slither her way out from him and the wall, but it only seemed to cause him to tighten his grip.

“I want to hear you say it.”

She scoffed. “Say what?”

“That you’re going to be a good girl and listen.”

Cashmere cursed under her breath before scowling at Adam. “I’m not indulging in your sick fantasy.”

“You wouldn’t be able to handle me,” he teased. “So don’t flatter yourself.”

Offense flashed over her eyes almost as if she took what he said as a challenge. Couldn’t handle him? Was he joking? She glanced at him over her shoulder, shooting a deadly glare at the sick smirk he wore on his face. His golden eyes were still fixed on her as he moved impossibly close.

“Say it.”

“...no.”

Chuckling, Adam’s hands moved further down before squeezing her hips. “All you women are the same,” he commented. “Fucking little, bratty teases.”

“I-” she paused. “I’m not teasing.”

Remaining silent, Adam’s hands slipped past the edge of her skirt before toying with the fabric. Her breath quickened as his fingertips brushed against her bare thighs. Goosebumps spread across her skin before Adam chuckled. His fingertips moved up her thigh, slipping under her skirt.

“L-let go,” she hissed, trying to squirm away.

“No.”

She didn’t understand what his end goal was. He couldn’t possibly want such a filthy sinner. Not after all the insults he seemed to hurl her way. His hands brushed against her panties as they slipped under the elastic. Excitement blossomed in her chest and she hated her body for practically begging to be touched.

His hands slipped her underwear about midway down her legs. “Tell me you want it,” he whispered as his left moved between her legs and brushed his knee against her bare core.

A strangled gasp moved past her lips. Her mind went fuzzy. “But,” she whispered. “I’m a sinner.”

“I’m already in Heaven,” Adam snorted. “I can fuck whatever pussy I want.”

Satan’s left tit, he was going to go through with this… Cashmere felt another jolt of excitement shudder throughout her body, cursing herself for almost enjoying this… almost.

“Let's see,” he whispered, his lips against her ear. “What gets you going…”

One hand slipped between her legs as the other moved up to grope her breast. He pinched her clit between his fingers causing her to gasp again. He slowly slipped two fingers against her dripping core, making sure both fingers were coated in her juices.

She squirmed at his touch as soft pants left her lips. Her voice stuttered, “A-Adam…”

He hummed in response before plunging his two coated fingers into her. Her body tensed for a moment before adjusting quickly. He nipped at her ear as he curled her fingers against her, forcing her to clench. A gasp left her lips, bracing herself against the wall.

The rough pads of his fingers probably formed from years of playing guitar only gave way to delicious friction as she felt her juices slip down her legs. Her body squirmed as her legs clenched.

Adam tutted. “Nah uh,” he teased, using his knee to keep her legs apart.

His pace intensified.

“A-Adam,” she managed to say between breathy pants.

His tone mocked her voice as he increased his pace. The coil in her gut was winding tighter as she felt the palm of his hand press against her clit, causing her to moan again. Wetness pooled in his palm before his fingers were scissored inside of her.

“You wanna cum?” he whispered into her ear.

He suddenly slowed to a tormenting pace. “Adam please.”

“Use your words.”

She wanted to glare at him but her body wouldn’t allow her to move before tried to move her hips against his hand. His free hand managed to find its way back to her hair and yanked her head back. A pained yelp left her lips but she stilled her movements.

“Please,” she managed to get out in a desperate tone. “…please let me cum, Adam…

An audible groan left his lips before the pace of his fingers became unrelenting. Cries of his name tumbled from her lips as her legs began quaking. How such a Holy man’s touch could be so sinful, Cashmere could not understand.

She cried out his name one last time before pleasure electrified her skin and spread throughout her body. Her legs shook again, losing their strength so Adam had to keep her on her feet. He slowly removed his fingers before she felt her juices dripping down her legs.

He chuckled before taking his two fingers and forcing them into her mouth. “Be a good girl,” he teased. “And clean the mess you made.”

For a brief moment, Cashmere sputtered, struggling for air before quickly adjusting. Her tongue circled his fingers, tasting herself on them. A soft moan managed past her lips before he removed his fingers.

Adam pulled away, letting her stumble a bit but managed to steady herself against the wall.

Quickly, Cashmere pulled up her underwear and readjusted her skirt. Words failed her. Her eyes darted up to him before falling back to the floor. What could she say? It’s not like anyone would believe this happened. “…I should go home.”

Confusion filled his golden hues. “What the fuck? Why?”

“…this never should’ve happened.”

“Are you saying you didn’t want it now because you sure changed your mind fast—”

She closed her eyes in frustration. “You’re an Angel, Adam.”

“…so what? I can fuck whoever I want,” he said.

“I’m a demon, you idiot.”

“I’m not following,” Adam countered. “What part of I fuck whoever I want, don’t you understand?”

Cashmere stared at the Angel in front of her with her mouth agape. Was he serious?

“I-I’m going home.”

He seemed to back down before letting out a frustrated sigh. “Just fucking wait a second,” he said quickly. He took a few steps away from her before raking his fingers through his hair again. “Just stay here. Until you’ve sobered up.”

Confusion filled her face.

“You need to sober up,” he said, shooting a glare in her direction. “Some fucking freak could take advantage-”

“What the fuck do you think you just did?!”

“You didn’t fucking say no,” he snapped back. “You’re just pissed that you fucking enjoyed it.”

Her mouth shut.

He was right.

As disgusting as he was, she hated to admit that she had enjoyed that…

“…where should I stay?”

Adam sighed again before turning and motioning her to follow him. She followed him into a bedroom… it was clear it was his bedroom. Her eyes fell to the floor before Adam tossed a shirt to her. She glared at him briefly before noticing it was a band shirt.

“Wear that. Sleep here. Leave me the fuck alone,” he said before turning to head back into the living room.

Sighing, she waited for Adam to leave before shutting the door and stripping off her clothes. She slipped on the band tee that managed to cover just above her knees. Grimacing, she inspected the bedroom. It was clear he was a bachelor with how messy he was and the trash just strewn about. Sighing, she climbed into the bed and quickly shut the light off.

“Goodnight,” she mumbled mostly to herself.

The screams from the street managed to jar Cashmere awake as she sat up in bed and grimaced. Perhaps she had too much to drink and snort last night. Her head was practically spinning now. Rubbing her eyes, she looked around trying to remember where she was…

“Oh fuck.”

That’s right, Adam had snatched her up and brought her here the night before.

Her fingers pushed the stray strands of hair from her face, straining her ears for any sound, any movement from outside the bedroom. Snoring. He was still asleep. She forced herself out of the bed grabbing her shoes and her clothes. She would have to make a break for it.

Her hand came to the doorknob, slowly turning it and gently pulling the door open. Her eyes caught a glimpse of Adam still snoring from the couch before sneaking to his front door and silently slipping out of his apartment. A sigh fell from her lips, relieved she escaped without being detected.

“I’m going home.”

She pulled out her cell phone and saw a slew of texts from Cherrybomb and Angeldust. She responded to the group chat that she was fine and heading home and she would explain later.

Cashmere managed to make it to her apartment before reaching into her purse to grab her apartment key. “Home free,” she told herself, sighing with relief as she started opening the door.

“Bitch!”

Her head shot up as she noticed Angeldust rushing toward her. “…oh no.”

“Where the fuck did you go!”

“Angel - it’s fine I’m just going to go change,” she said, walking into her apartment but he managed to sneak his way past her and into the apartment as well.

He threw himself onto her bed before tilting his head at her. His eyes narrowed before the corner of his lips curled upward.

“Angel…”

“…who was it! Spill it!”

Groaning, she threw her clothes and purse to the floor. “Whatever you’re thinking it’s not true.”

Angeldust scoffed before sitting up on her bed. “That’s not your shirt, babe.”

A lump formed in her throat. Fuck.

“…it was nothing,” she hissed.

“You ran off with some fucker. Him?”

Glaring, she crossed her arms. “I fucking hate how observant you are.”

He shrugged. “A gift! Now tell me.”

“We didn’t fuck. Just screwed around a little,” she replied, shaking her head. “It should’ve never happened. It was a mistake. I was too high to go home so he let me crash. I left before he woke up.”

He looked unimpressed. “That bad?”

“Sure,” she was too frustrated to continue this conversation.

“Whatever you say~”

Rolling her eyes, Cashmere made her way into the bathroom and stripped off Adam’s band t-shirt. She inspected her reflection in the mirror before cutting on the water in the sink and splashing her face with cold water.

A nightmare.

This was just a nightmare.

Her phone began buzzing. A groan left her lips before she snatched up the phone, assuming it was either Cherrybomb calling to tease her or even worse - Valentino to demand she come into the strip club.

“Yeah?”

“Morning to you too, doll face.”

Her face paled.

“How the fuck did you get my number?!”

Adam snorted on the other line. “You’re the stupid ass that left her phone out and unlocked.”

“You went through my phone?!”

“Nice nudes in there by the way.”

How could she even begin to form a response to that? She pinched the bridge of her nose before taking a deep breath to calm her growing irritation.

“I’m not even responding-what do you want, asshole!”

“You fucking left.”

Was this serious? “Of course, I left,” she said, confused. “What were we going to do? Cuddle?”

He scoffed. “I want you to know I was being nice by letting you crash with me after you got fucking high as fuck,” he countered. “And you just leave? No fucking thank you? Nothing!”

This was serious.

Cashmere rubbed her eyes. “Being nice? That’s the bare minimum!”

“You were a fucking cock tease!”

“Tease?!”

“You were fucking putty in my hands,” he hissed. “Couldn’t even return the favor. A fucking tease.”

She couldn’t find her words. The tone of his voice was similar to the night before and sent shivers down her spine. She cursed under her breath. Was this reality?

“Where the fuck did you go?”

A sigh fell from her lips as she tried to center herself. How someone could be this dense, she had no idea… Clicking her tongue, she glanced at her bathroom door and made sure to lower her voice. She could not afford Angeldust finding out she had an Angel on the phone, and not just any Angel - Adam.

“I went home.”

“You didn’t even wake me up.”

“What the fuck were we going to do? Cuddle? Christ, Adam.”

He scoffed on the other line. “Don’t use the Lord’s name in vain.”

“I can’t do this right now,” she said, rubbing her temples. “I’m taking my shower.”

“Fucking fine,” he said. “Just come to the embassy when you’re done.”

She hung up on him.

She could not handle his bullshit now.

Her phone lit up with a text that said: did you just fucking hang up on me?

Choosing to ignore it, Cashmere turned her attention toward her shower, cutting on the water and making sure the temperature was as hot as she could stand. She slipped off the rest of her clothes before letting her hair down. Stepping in the shower, she let out another breath before stepping under the hot stream of water.

She let the water slip over her head and down her body. The heat offered some relief to her tense muscles. How the fuck had she ended up in this situation? Her fingers raked through her wet hair.

Did she even want to go back to the embassy and face him?

It wasn’t as if she had a choice. He had paid off Valentino, who believed this was some prostitution setup - no questions asked. The entire situation was beginning to weigh on Cashmere as she couldn’t be honest with her two closest friends.

And now?

Now, Adam had managed to worm his way into her pants, or at the very least his fingers between her legs.

Disgust filled her gut. Was she that desperate? Did she make it that easy for him?

She recalled her life when she was alive. While she could not remember everything now that she was dead, she could recall flashes and small glimpses into why she was such a disaster.

Prostitution had kept her off the streets, but at what cost?

She had disgraced her family, despite leaving and joining the profession for the sake of their survival. She had been battered, beaten, and bruised throughout her career by not only “customers” but by police and even other prostitutes.

Over the years, it hardened her. Numbed her.

“Cashmere?”

It was Angeldust, knocking on the bathroom door.

“Yeah?” She called out over the sound of the shower.

“You good?”

Pausing, her eyes fell to the drain. Was she?

“I’m fine!”

Straining her ears, she heard Angeldust retreat from the door as she slowly cut off the water. Snatching the towel from the rack, she wrapped the plush fabric around her body.

Her phone screen lit up again.

Another message… from Adam.

A sigh fell from her lips before scanning the text. “You can’t fucking ignore me forever?” She scoffed and turned off her phone in response. “Don’t fucking tell me what to do.”

Walking into the embassy, Cashmere finally decided to turn her phone back on. She awoke to several messages to log her up on her phone from the night before - and she was right. A flood of messages from Adam filled her phone, a weird mixture of gaslighting and compliments and a sprinkle of disgust was an ongoing theme in each message.

She mumbled “idiot” under her breath before she reached his office and raised a hand to knock. But the door swung open.

She halfway expected him as she opened her mouth with a quip but quickly her eyes went wide as a fellow dancer left, adjusting her clothes. Cashmere stepped to the side observing before walking inside.

He was sitting in his chair as she shut the door. With her back turned, she felt his golden eyes on her - as if trying to burn a home through her.

A game… she suspected.

“…aren’t you supposed to be keeping a low profile?”

“I told you,” he said, loudly. “I do whatever the fuck I want.”

She stepped into the office and shut the door before finally turning to look at him. He was adjusting his clothes and she could only imagine what had taken place just moments before she knocked. She studied his expression for a brief second before noting the smirking just barely ghosting over his lips.

He was playing a game.

She took a seat and kept her expression even.

“So what now?”

His golden hues narrowed at her blase response. “What now?”

Cashmere nodded. “What are we doing now?”

“Don’t you wanna know who that was?”

“Not really,” she said, shrugging. “I know enough about her from the club to know that you may want to get checked afterward-”

“Don’t be a fucking smart ass.”

Cashmere merely shrugged in response, noting the annoyance in his voice was growing. If he wanted to play this type of game with her, she would make him learn that she was ten times better at it.

“So I’ll ask again,” she continued. “What are we doing now?”

Adam slumped into his chair. His eyes scanned over his paperwork before glancing back at her. “She was boring,” he commented, offhandedly. “Talked too much.”

Her gaze cut to him. “Okay?”

“Okay?” he repeated as his brows fell into a scowl. “That’s all you have to fucking say?!”

Cashmere tilted her head to the side.

“You are so fucking infuriating!”

She glanced down at her nails, inspecting the color carefully. “Sucks when people play mind games, doesn’t it?”

His fists slammed against the table, catching her attention briefly.

“Are you seriously going to sit there and throw a tantrum when you snooped through my phone and thought bringing a coworker here would upset me? I’m not an idiot,” she said, raking her finger through his hair. “This entire trip is just an excuse for you to torment a sinner here and try to get your scrawny dick wet.”

Adam fell silent as his eyes narrowed.

Cashmere sat back in her seat. “Play stupid games,” she said. “Win stupid prizes.”

His fists tightened. His knuckles turned white.

Satisfaction was evident on her face, knowing that she had pegged him exactly for what he was trying to do. “Now if you’re done being an insufferable wannabe rockstar,” she continued, turning her attention back to inspecting her nails. “We can work on what you were sent here to do.”

Adam opened his mouth to speak.

Cashmere reached across the table and snatched one of the pieces of paper scattered about. She wanted to look over the notes that he had supposedly taken during their last meet-up, but when she looked upon the paper…

“Are you fucking joking?”

Adam scowled again at her. “What?!”

“This is fucking stick figures fucking!”

He looked away from her.

“You didn’t even take notes?!”

Adam scoffed. “I have a brilliant memory. I don’t need notes. All I have to say is bitches like you deserve to be sinners-”

“Aren’t you supposed to understand why!?”

“Does it even matter?”

Cashmere balled her fists. “You know what,” she said, huffing. “It doesn’t to me. But won’t it get you into trouble up there?”

“I’m the original dick,” he snapped. “I’ll never get into trouble.”

She didn’t respond. She didn’t have to as her expression slipped into a judgemental stare.

“I don’t have to fucking answer to the likes of you,” he scowled. “Don’t you fucking judge me!”

“Men are always so sensitive,” she added, sighing.

His golden hues narrowed once again.

“What?” she questioned, leaning back in her chair. When she received no response, she let out a frustrated sigh. “If you’re an example of the angels in Heaven… I would rather be thrown into Hellfire. I’ve dealt with enough misogynist, pig men while I was alive to serve me an entire lifetime of suffering.”

She hadn’t noticed Adam standing up from his desk and slowly making his way toward her. As she continued to rant about pig men, Adam stood behind her chair before quickly grabbing her by the back of the throat, lifting her from her chair, and slamming her onto the desk.

A yelp of pain erupted from the sinner as she felt the weight of his body press against her much smaller frame. She squirmed, trying to break him of his grip but the sheer size he had on her alone - he would overpower her.

“Let me go you fuckface-”

His hand left her neck and slid into her hair before gripping her locks tightly. “You’ve been acting like a fucking spoiled brat all day,” he hissed, leaning into her ear. “Tell me you don’t want this… and I’ll disappear.”

Fuck him. Fuck him.

The tone of his voice sent shivers all the way down her spine before causing her thighs to clench together. Her mind drifted back to that moment of weakness in his apartment.

“Fuck you!”

His mocking laughter filled her ears.

“I’m not hearing no.”

“Let me go or I’ll scream!”

“I’d prefer if you did.”

Cashmere glared at him in response.

“Now be a good kitty cat and listen…”

She scowled under her breath. Was he mocking her demonic, lioness form now?

“I’m not a cat-ow!”

He had tugged on her tail earning a yelp. “Lion… tiger… aren’t they all just oversized house cats?” His gloved fingers slid down the length of her tail. “But it seems I’ve found a way to make you listen.” His fingers grasped her tail again and immediately he sensed Cashmere’s body tense.

“Now,” he said gently. “You’re going to show me exactly why you were sent to Hell in the first place.”

“Let go-” she gasped mid sentence as he tugged on her tail.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like this,” he scoffed before he let go of her tail and the free hand slipped up her skirt.

Cashmere was quiet for a moment before quickly elbowing him in the gut, sending him into a string of curses. Wincing at him tugging her hair before letting her go, she quickly moved back to her feet.

A mixture and crimson and black glazed over her eyes as her fangs grew longer. “Don’t. Touch. Me.”

A hand raked through his shaggy, dark hair before his lips curled into a sneer. His tongue ran along his lower lip. He took a step toward her.

Cashmere hissed at him.

He opened his mouth to respond but Cashmere took her clawed hand and swiped at his face before Adam lunged forward, snatching her wrist. Quickly, she swiped with her opposite hand but Adam stopped her again. Cashmere tugged, trying to break his grip but instead Adam used his size to pin her against the desk again.

His lips curled into a sneer. “Nice try, kitty cat.”

“Fuck you!”

He leaned in closer. “Gladly.”

[writinggayprompts]

Aziracrow but crowley has asthma please I need the whump and the h/c I need worried az I need scared Crowley I need it all please

Title: Experiencing the Fragility of being Human

An unnatural feeling crept through Crowley’s veins as he awoke from his week-long slumber. His throat felt dry, stumbling out of bed he walked into a brightly blue painted kitchen. Scowling at the bright sun shining through the open window Crowley raised an eyebrow at his angel’s obvious handiwork. Aziraphale must have been quite bored while he slept, seeing as the kitchen went from a muddy brownish color to a periwinkle blue.

As he filled a cup full of water a gentle breeze sent a chill down his spine. The glass in Crowley’s hand slipped, shattering on the ceramic floor. Shards of glass littered the ground as Crowley’s body shook under a coughing spell.

Leaning against the counter his shoulders shook as it became harder to breath. Panic took hold as he grabbed his chest, feeling it grow tighter. Trying to clear his throat Crowley felt himself begin to wheeze between breaths.

Aziraphale, hearing one of his precious antique cups shatter, walked into the kitchen with a disappointed frown on his face. “I know you may not like the color I chose, darling but-,” concern took over Aziraphale’s expression as he quickly made his way over to his demon,” My love what is wrong?!” Resting a hand between Crowley’s shoulder blades Aziraphale tried to miracle away his love's distress.

However, the warmth Aziraphale normally would feel between his fingertips felt cold as the light in his palm flickered out of existence. Dread filled Aziraphale’s entire being in an instant. Unsure what to do, Aziraphale turned Crowley around so he could face him directly.

Crowley, feeling light headed, put up zero fight, almost ragdolling in the process. Aziraphale carefully lowered Crowley to the ground, resting his back against the cabinets. After brushing away shards of black stained glass Aziraphale kneeled down as he gently held his demon's face with the utmost care.

Speaking softly Aziraphale tried to stay calm,” N-now dear, it sounds like you're having t-trouble breathing. I need you to do your best to take a few deep breaths for me.”

Through hazy vision Crowley could still make out his heavenly partner in crime in front of him. Wheezing he tightened his grip holding his hand closer against his chest. Gritting his teeth Crowley nodded, as he tried to take a deep breath his body shook through another coughing fit.

A whimper left Aziraphale, unsure how to help he tried to mimic a deep breathing technique he had learned from a friend long ago in India. Crowley scowled as he tried to copy Aziraphale, after a few more attempts he was able to breathe a little better. Not perfect but better.

Confused Aziraphale ran his fingers through Crowley’s hair, worry still etched across his features. “Are you alright dear? What happened?”

Drained Crowley closed his eyes, the feeling of his angel doting on him comforted him as he took another shaky breath. “ Hell if I know, why didn’t you just miracle me better?”

Horrified Aziraphale looked at his right hand as he whispered,” I-I…couldn’t.”

Opening one of his eyes slowly Crowley spoke, his voice barely above a whisper,” What?”

[envihellbender]

“This is a mercy compared to what they would do to you.”

Fandom: Halloween (1978)

Characters: Doctor Sam Loomis, Michael Myers

Content: Abusive doctor, medical abuse

Summary: Doctor Loomis thinks he knows exactly what will fix Michael, his personal brand of ECT.

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“My dear boy,” Doctor Sam Loomis said as he tightened Michael’s restraints. Normally this would be left to the nurses, but he didn’t trust any of them not to fight him. Thankfully, he thought, Michael had been given his nightly sedatives. His grey eyes were half lidded and blank, he should have been unaware of what was happening but Doctor Loomis was convinced the boy knew. Michael pulled at his arms for a moment, as if he wanted to sign something, Loomis snorted in laughter. He gripped Michael’s cheeks and squeezed them with one hand.

“No need, demon. Anything you say is a foul, twisted lie. But don’t worry, I’m going to fix you.” Loomis said softly. He stroked Michael’s sweet, angelic curls as he began setting up the machine, attaching it through the wires to Michael’s temples and chest. “I’m going to restart that brain of yours, fry it and start again.”

Loomis said this for a reason, he wanted Michael to cry, swear, lash out, fight, anything. Instead he stayed there, frozen still, either in shock or simply because he no longer cared what was doing the him. This irritated Loomis, he slammed his clenched fist on the table that held Michael up. His patient’s eyes widened - if he’d been most people he’d have winced. The table creaked and rattled as Michael struggled - Loomis rested one hand on his chest with a smirk on his lips.

“You have enough muscle relaxant to fell an elephant in your veins. You’re not going anywhere,” he said simply. He ran his fingers down Michael’s sternum and unbuttoned his shirt slowly. The tips slipping underneath the fabric and brushing against his clammy skin. When he’d finished he let them fall by Michael’s sides showing his pale stomach and brown nipples. He had fine blond hair below his belly button and between his pectoral muscles. Loomis felt his cock harden and lips grow dry as he couldn’t repress a grin. He took his time as he attached the electrode patches to Michael’s chest, almost turning the procedure into a soft porn film. Two grey eyes stared at him blankly and Loomis adored it, it was like he’d been sent a living doll to toy with.

“I know they didn’t approve ECT, but as your doctor I think I know best, don’t you?” He hummed to himself as he began setting up the machines. “You see, my boy, you need this. You’re a monster. Even if it kills you, if it fries your brain it will be a gift to society.”

Michael didn’t reply, he simply stared at Loomis, which the doctor applied meaning to.

“I know, I know, but do you think it would be better for you out there?” Loomis replied to a non-existent question, sounding more erratic before. “This is a mercy. If you were released back into Haddonfield they’d hunt you down and burn you at the stake. I’m saving you.”

Again, nothing. Michael just stared. It was impossible to say if he looked resigned or terrified, maybe he wanted it to stop, maybe he didn’t care, maybe he didn’t understand. It was impossible to know.

“Well if you’re going to be like that, there’s no point in discussing it with you is there?” Loomis sighed in irritation. “Let’s begin shall we.”

[evilasiangenius]

...but then the thought slipped his mind at the faint hint of a blush that had bloomed along Crowley’s sallow cheeks like the barest tint of pink at sunrise. “Hmm?”

“Nothing,” Aziraphale smiled, charmed at Crowley’s embarrassment. “And for the record, I meant it when I said I like you diabolical.”

“Huh?” That faint tint deepened and spread, until the redness reached Crowley’s ears.

“Diabolical, difficult, demonic...however you are, whatever you are.”

“Surely you can’t mean this.”

“I can and I do,” Aziraphale said primly.

“I think this is...some celestial plan to discorporate me,” Crowley muttered, hiding his flushed face against the soft warmth of Aziraphale’s broad chest. “You must be up to no good. Er, only good.”

“Am I?” Aziraphale asked, all lightness and innocence, running his fingers through the soft curling locks of Crowley hair. “Oh, do tell me if I’m succeeding, please do tell.”

“Aziraphale,” Crowley growled, but his heart was not into it, and it came out sounding rather awkward and strained and his voice unintentionally cracked mid-syllable.

“Oh, dear me, am I really discorporating you?” Aziraphale felt at Crowley’s forehead, his wrist, playing at doctoring. “Do tell me when you’re in extremis, my dear, and I’ll do my best to revive you. After all, I wouldn’t you want to have to do all that documentation. I know for a fact that it is a fearsome amount of work.”

“What? How?” Crowley laughed, as Aziraphale moved, pressing his ear against Crowley’s chest as the angel tightened his arms around the demon’s waist. Crowley squirmed ticklish in Aziraphale’s grip. “That- that’s not going to revive anything!”

“You’ve caught me, my dear foul fiend; you’ve seen through my heavenly strategems. I shall embarrass you until all the blood rushes into your head and you faint, and then once that’s accomplished, I shall steal your bowl of soup and the bread served with it-”

“What’s that go to do with thwarting-” Crowley snapped, wriggling limbs tangled with Aziraphale’s. “Oh, that’s a bit too honest now, isn’t it? You just want my soup and bread.”

“The humans always make it the best for you, so yes, I should rather say that this is a...an angelic ploy to steal nothing but the best nibbles from you; the best bites. Specifically that barley and fish soup they like to make for you, the one you love so much that you order it everywhere around the Mediterranean in whatever style they make.”

“I can’t allow that, angel. Soup is serious business, I won’t allow any interference-”

“Ah, my poor heart, I have been thwarted, so soundly,” Aziraphale giggled, as Crowley pushed him down onto the bed, slender but strong hands clasped upon Aziraphale’s shoulders.

“That’s not fair,” Crowley laughed. “You know your laughter is contagious; I can’t help myself once you get started-”

“It must be one of my horrid angelic plots! Oh, oh! If only you, a foul fiend of a demon, were here to thwart me-” Aziraphale chuckled, easily picking up Crowley and setting him down so that they lay side-by-side on the bed once more.

“I am here, you stupid angel, how are you this strong-”

“Like I’ve said before, I’ve always been this strong, my dear. What you should be asking is how I am this funny-”

“You’re not funny!” Crowley laughed. “You’re just...gaming the system, gaming my silly lizard brain who thinks your laughter is funny-”

“I think your lizard brain has very good taste then. Is that different from your snake brain? Or are they the same? It doesn’t matter,” Aziraphale smiled. “Just another thing I like about you.”

“Stop saying that, you can’t really mean it-”

“You know I wouldn’t say anything I don’t mean,” Aziraphale said, taking Crowley’s hands in his once more. “Not to you, not like this. Not with something this serious.”

“You can’t mean it…” Crowley’s eyes filled with tears again, and Aziraphale kissed his hands.

“I do,” Aziraphale said, pressing Crowley’s hand against his own face, feeling the cool touch of those elegant fingers stroke along the rounded curve of his cheek. “You don’t have to believe me – though it would be nice if you did – but I mean it. I am deadly serious, my dear.”

“I can’t decide who’s sillier, you for saying it or me for believing it…”

“Then let’s just be a couple,” Aziraphale beamed. “A couple of fools together.”

x

[asheewrites]

Weird Guilty Notes?

„Ah, fuck!“ The lady breathed, threw her head back and tightened her grip around Asmodeus wrists.

Their hips met in a messy, wet rhythm. Her toes curled and legs shook, while she concentrated on… something. The gag in his mouth? The motion she had to keep up?

“Come on, harder,” The gasp that followed might mean she got what she wanted, still kneeling on top of him and squeezing her eyes closed. “Harder, damn demon”

Which seemed… unnecessary? The demon in question was nothing if not amendable to the demand, though.

He sat up, as if she was not keeping her whole weight on his wrists. Panic crossed her features until he grabbed her hips and easily resumed a harder rhythm, as demanded.

Judging by her noises, she did get quite a bit out of it.

In fact, it was enough to get her to orgasm with a few more thrusts and… she disappeared, leaving an unsatisfied lust demon sitting in his bed.

Raphael frowned and snapped her notebook shut, shoving it into her pants pocket.

A bit of rummaging in the dark produced a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

Under bemused supervision by Asmodeus, she clambered from behind the couch over onto the bed. She handed over the cigarettes and slipped behind him to get rid of the gag. Threw it towards the bin, too. Nasty thing.

“So… that was… a summoning?” She wasn’t sure what to say, simply sat down next to him and offered fire:

Asmodeus looked at her for a long moment, then simply shrugged, bowed forward, lit up the tobacco stick and took a deep breath: “A very inexperienced witch, didn’t state any terms, didn’t quite know how to go about this.”

Raphael nodded sagely, still frowning: “She certainly had a satisfying conclusion of her visit. In… a physical sense.” She scratched her head and took the book back out, flipping through the pages.

Asmodeus watched and smiled: “I’m nothing if not accommodating in that regard, no wanting customers there., as you might imagine.”

“You do have a reputation to uphold,” she nodded and frowned at a particular part of her notes: “But… wasn’t she here to… ‘gather the semen of the hell spawn’ as she so… ‘eloquently’ stated? Isn’t that also… wrong?” Him having been an angel and all.

“Well… I won’t hold that against her, even if she could have known better. But yes, that was her intention.” He cocked an eyebrow and leaned further into her direction. Apparently her notes were of a bit of imterest, he commented, bemused: "… 'ambidextrous when stimulating'… the things you watch out for…”

“Err… yes. You got the rhythm exactly right again, when you changed hands. She didn't seem to want to react that strongly. Or at all. She squirmed away a lot. Not that you let her. Or she was very adamant about it. But. The semen-thing. That's something she did want. And she certainly did not achieve that. And she did rip your shirt.” Raphael huffed and ran a finger along the ruined collar. “You seemed to enjoy the enthusiasm. But when she denied to remove any more clothes than strictly necessary the enjoyment died down? Is that a thing? The more skin the better?” She pulled a pencil from behind her ear and tapped it against the page.

“Clothes can be fun. This time… her attempt was all over the place. The whole 'reluctance' bit could have been a fantasy, but… she was not really into it, per se… she also insisted it was oh-so-bad for her…” He half-shrugged. Did not look entirely happy with it. “… she did want the orgasm, certainly, but I was not entirely comfortable.”

“Uhm… so… how did this even happen?” There were some serious question marks, really.

He took another drag and exhaled the smoke away from her: “A witch with a lot of catholic guilt summoned me, forgot to state her terms, so I reversed the summoning to get her here, she used a rosary to gag me”

“-points for creativity?” Raphael inserted

“Points for… effort, I suppose, it’s not that creative. And then proceeded to curse and insult me while she still very much wanted to fuck me. And who am I to deny that particular desire?” Asmodeus watched her scribble in the little book.

“And what was the whole hellspawn semen thing?”

“It’s an old ritual. Some of my subordinates came up with it, about four hundred years ago. Apparently, a demons sperm could be an ingredient in an alchemical formula to… turn lead to gold or some such nonsense. They had to get the sperm before they orgasmed themselves. So I had to send her back then, to make the ritual 'credible'. Or she might tell others it's a lie, and wouldn't that be a pity”

“… but it very much IS a lie.” The only reason the ritual of summoning a demon for sex had worked was because Asmodeus had reacted on a whim. There was no obligation.

Asmodeus chuckled: “That… is true. But like this, I could give her a little letter of pointers. And so the next human that tries might hate themselves less. And I might actually have fun. A bit of effort has never hurt anyone..”

“You didn’t like it when she ‘pinned’ you to the bed? I mean… not that she was strong enough, but… an attempt was made?” She tapped on the note regarding this.

Another drag of smoke and he nodded: “Sure did like that. I didn’t mind the ripped shirt either, it’s not like I need to buy a new one.” To proof it he snapped his fingers and it mended itself. “Stating your intentions can be sexy, too.”

“They weren’t exactly… good intentions? She spoke of 'smiting'?” It had sounded awful.

“Because you can smite someone with sex? As a human?” He laughed and put out the cigarette.

“I wouldn’t know, can you imagine? It just seemed like she was threatening you a lot. Choking, cutting, maiming, what have you… I mean... not that there was anything to back that up, but still…”

 “... such a pity, isn’t it? All the more interesting!” Asmodeus smirked, wagging his brows.

“What?” She let the book and pencil fall, distressed. “No! There should be no harm in this. Why would you want this?”

He kissed the worried line between her brows: “Why indeed… you really don’t have any idea, do you?”

“I mean… I know the whole kink-business, in theory, but that should not be about genuine harm… and if there is a religious undertone, it might actually do something and that’s not what should happen during sex, so-“

With another laugh, he cut that particular thing short: “Sure, angel… lets leave it at that,” he nudged at her shoulder, let her – including the imbalancing mess of feathers on her back - fall backwards on the bed and turned to crawl over her, inquiring: “Want to gather some more notes from your very own point of view? Comparisons?”

Raphael blinked up, a bit confused: “That won’t be very useful notes, I could not very well have an objective view or think about what you are doi- … why are you smiling like that?”

Asmodeus hand buried into her hair and is thumb gently caressed her cheekbone: “You… are aware that you were perfectly happy to climb into my bed. After all this? And the outcome it all had?”

“Well, you did offer to discuss my notes and see if I understood correctly… or if I drew the wrong conclusions.” She looked a bit concerned about it. Had that been wrong?

“Aaand you are welcome to, truly… now…” He had to laugh, silently, looking down before he found her eyes again: “Okay, last try before I’ll send you back to the couch: This is a very genuine offer to continue where our short-lived visitor stopped. For your and my enthusiastically consenting pleasure. Would you, despite being unable to read a single hint or situation, be interested?”

She stared for a very long moment, before a warm blush spread over her cheeks. Her eyes widened in wonder: “And… and I can touch your horns?”

“You have... the weirdest priorities, angel. Never change. But sure.” Nothing but very amused consent was visible on his face.

Raphael rolled them around with a lot of feathery help to get to the scripted position of ‘continue where they had stopped’, then leaned forward: “Yes. Please.” And closed the gap to kiss him. For once in her life, she welcomed the tobacco wholeheartedly.

She was rather glad there were no conditions for her enjoyment. Her notes were truly useless, in the end. But biting his shoulder proved slight damage to his body did heighten his enjoyment of... physical activities.

It was a wondrously surprising moment for her.

[sparkkeyper]

@sweathands​ did art for this AU and it inspired me to write more for it (so I’ve basically been listening to “If I Can’t Love Her” for four days straight) so HERE YOU GO PEOPLE. I’m not smart in the ways of tagging folks who want to be tagged in things because I’m always going to forget or miss people, so OP is the only one I’ll tag. (Also I saw an ask just before posting this of someone else wanting to continue this AU, and I don’t want to step on anyone’s toes or enthusiasm so heck yeah friendos write to your heart’s content, this is my continuation but the world wants yours as well.)

There will be more coming later once my homework is finished.

There may come a day when my procrastination fails and I get an AO3 account, but it is not this day!

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The dinner provided by the castle servants was wonderful, in Aziraphale’s opinion. A number of dishes were placed in front of him and he was sure to sample at least a little from each. There were soups, there were pies, there were roasts, and he wasn't quite sure what the grey stuff was, but it was delicious.

Across the ornate table, Crowley watched him eat. The snake’s meal had consisted of two or three plucked waterfowl – Aziraphale hadn’t looked closely but he wasn’t entirely sure they’d been cooked – which he’d swallowed whole immediately. That was apparently it for him as far as food was concerned, though drink seemed another matter entirely. The end of his tail stayed wrapped around an oversized goblet, one durable enough that he had no trouble lifting it to periodically pour wine down his throat. Now, though, his coils were draped lazily over the chair in only the barest approximation of sitting, eyes on his dinner companion.

“Finding your way around so far, are you?”

“Yes, thank you,” Aziraphale nodded over a forkful of potatoes. “I haven’t had much time yet to look around but it’s still a refreshing change from the cell.”

“Castle treating you all right then?”

“Just fine, I think, if a bit sparsely decorated. I'm afraid I haven't much point of reference. I've never spent time in an enchanted castle before.”

“Demonic castle,” Crowley corrected coolly, tipping wine down his throat and having the glass quickly refilled again. “We are, all of us, damned.”

“So that makes you a demon then?”

“Suppose it must.” The snake eyed him with something approaching fondness. “That doesn't frighten you.” It wasn’t a question.

Aziraphale shrugged. “It did at first, I’ll admit. You were oh-so-furious about the rosebush and I’d never had a snake speak to me before, much less swear so viciously. But you’ve been quite nice since then.”

Something dangerous flashed through the yellow eyes. “I am not nice. That’s something you’d better get through your head quickly, Angel, before you get yourself into trouble. You have no idea what I’m capable of. I am not nice.”  

“Dually noted,” Aziraphale nodded, unconvinced. “But I am curious as to what this whole business is all about. For example, why is there an ench- excuse me - a demonic castle just off by itself in the woods, populated by such…colourful entities as yourself and your servants? The furniture I spoke to earlier said something about being Forgiven-”

“That's not for you to concern yourself with,” Crowley cut him off. “While I admire the curiosity, in this case the answer makes no difference. It is what it is and it’s not likely to change anytime soon.” Snake coils shifted in the impression of an exaggeratedly-careless shrug. “No sense in you worrying about it, really.”

“I see. Though come to think of it, when you said ‘we are all damned’, did that include me?”

“What? No,” Crowley waved the wine goblet dismissively. “You weren’t within the castle grounds when the curse was cast so you’re fine.”

“So there’s a curse!” Aziraphale smacked the table triumphantly.

Crowley sputtered, starting a dozen different words and not finishing any of them. Finally he settled back into his chair, caught somewhere between irritation and admiration. “All right, fine, I’ll give you that one. Clever one, aren’t you? Yes, there’s a curse but it won’t affect you. It’s best not to think on it too hard, no reason to get worked up about it. I do want you to be at ease in the castle since you’ll be staying here forever.”

Aziraphale paused with a bite of blueberry tart halfway to his mouth as the words sank in. “Oh,” he said quietly.

Crowley perked up at his tone. “‘Oh.’ What's the ‘oh’ for?”

“It's just…forever?”

“Yes, what about it?”

“Well, forever is quite a long time.”

“Yeah, that's why they call it ‘forever.’”

Aziraphale set the dessert fork down on his plate unfinished. “I had rather hoped that this would be a temporary engagement. Not that I haven't enjoyed the company, all things considered. It has been a very nice distraction from the normal grind of things…”

“Dissstraction?” Crowley hissed, slighted.

“But I had expected I'd...you know, serve out a sentence of some sort for a given length of time and then return to the village.”

“Yeah no, doesn't work like that. You're better with books than any of this lot.” He jerked the goblet at the servants' door. “I’ve ordered you to stay, and you will stay. You'll choose a room you like and that will be that. You will do whatever pleases you until lunchtime, dine with me at meals, and for the rest of the afternoon and evening you will read aloud to me.”

“Oh will I?” Aziraphale's eyebrow quirked halfway between amusement and indignation.

Crowley stared back at him with unblinking slitted eyes. “Yes,” he said seriously. “You will.”

“And if I should refuse this…this structuring of the rest of my life?”

“Then you’re welcome to spend the rest of your days reading to me from your cell in the dungeon,” Crowley answered darkly. “It’s a good offer and you really ought to take it. We've been getting on well; I don't see what your problem is.”

“My problem is that I am a person, not an automaton to read to and entertain you at your leisure. I have a home of my own and a duty to the business that I run there, and I should like to return to it at some point.”

Crowley rose slowly from the chair, towering above the table. If he’d been a cobra, Aziraphale imagined he’d be flaring his hood. “You'll remember that you are my prisssssoner,” he hissed icily.

“Well then I should like to appeal to your better nature-”

The snake let out a harsh, barking laugh. “Better nature! Need I remind you who you're dealing with, Angel? I'm a demon. I don't have a better nature.”

“Surely we could bargain down to a shorter timeframe-”

“You will sssstay and you will like it!” Crowley’s jaws snapped the air above the table with an awful sound of finality.

“Fine.” Aziraphale was unable to hold back the sarcasm as he took the napkin from his lap and folded it across his plate in preparation to stand. “Just fine. I don't know what I would tell the others when I returned anyway. I'm sure they'd all be thrilled to hear that I was fraternising with a demon.”

“Fraternissse!” In one fluid motion the snake was across the table, and Aziraphale pressed himself backwards into the chair as the fangs gleamed inches from his face. “Undersssstand thissss, or I’ll make sssure you never have anyone to fraternissse with ever again: What I want, I keep. Get comfy, Angel. Thisss place will either be your home or your grave. Your choicccce.”

And he slithered from the hall, the door slamming shut behind him.  

Hear me out:

A Good Omens... Beauty and the Beast AU.

That is all.

[plush-rabbit]

Divinity in Impurity

Request: Okay but what if I actually request solo Simeon and him moaning through prayers and being just totally repressed and painfully turned on because his precious lovely MC makes him go doki doki? And of course a shameful messy clean up :3c I love u bestieee ✨✨💋

Word Count: 2.5K

A/N: Couldn’t get this out of my head, I want him to be repressed and emotionally conflicted

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Simeon enters the House of Lamentation, a gift bag in hand and he’s grateful none of the brothers are home. At least for Beel since the angel is sure that the gluttonous demon would’ve sniffed out the lovely baked goods that he carries. The home is quiet, but he knows you’re here. He sent you a message, confirming that you would be here. The house is empty and it’ll just be you and him, sharing a treat from his home and chatting away. It’s so rare to get you alone and while he’s glad that the brothers are there to protect you, they are also highly possessive, not letting a soul get near you and even less likely to allow someone to be alone with you for so long. There’s a light feeling in his chest, making his lungs expand with air, making him feel as if he’d float away from the simple joy of spending time with you. His cheeks are starting to hurt from the smile he has etched onto his face.

Guilt may lap at him for not informing Luke or Solomon of his whereabouts, but for just once, he wants to be alone with you. He wants to sit and talk about anything other than school work and how everyone can’t seem to focus on the task at hand. He wants to talk with you, learn more about you until you’re all that fills his mind. Or at least, occupy it.

He’s excited, standing at your door and he knocks, a smile on his face. Patience is something that he’s born with, having the time and mind to save those that stray from the path of light, to mentor the young angels, and to grant him his title. Yet, he can’t stay patient. He’s at your door, he can hear you hum and only a piece of wood separates you for him. His patience is thinned, eagerness taking over and he turns the knob to your door. All he wants to do is see you, to be unbothered as he spends time with you and listens to you talk. He wants you, that’s all he wants. The knob is cold underneath his hand, and he steps into your room, greeting you with a wide smile.

The bag tightens in his hands, his eyes widening slightly and smile falling. You stand in front of him, slightly turned away, a shirt pressed against your tummy, your chest bare and legs naked, the only clothing you have on is your underwear, shaped to your body. Your eyes are wide, a heavy flush takes over your face and he’s expecting you to yell, an apology already at his tongue, his eyes dipping for just a moment, catching the swell of your breasts, the lovely aroma of the cream you wear, your fingers that twitch ever so slightly as you grasp the shirt in your hand.

“Simeon?” You call, and he’s quick to dart his eyes back to meet yours- back to where they belong. “I appreciate you coming over, but could you-” you gesture your head towards the door- “you know, leave for a moment?” You smile at him, the shirt in your hands now fisted tightly.

“Ah, yes, of course.” He nods his head, trying painfully to grapes at his composure that is now slipping through his fingers. “I’m terribly sorry,” he mutters, exiting the door, the door clicking behind him.

Rather than sit there and wait, he glances at the door, knowing you’re behind it, your body untethered by cloth and bare. He leaves, his steps quick and quiet, walking away without so much as a goodbye. How could he possibly stay there? How could he look you in the eyes when he was so obviously staring at your body? How could he have done something so raw and primal of him- something that isn’t him.

He hadn’t meant to walk in on you while changing but- he bites his tongue, his face hot and an aching pain in stomach. There is no “buts” or ‘ifs’ or anything of the sort. He should have known to knock before he entered your room. He’s an angel, of course he should have knocked. It doesn’t matter if you two are close, it doesn’t excuse his action for being so forward. He was just so excited to go and see you, to gift you a treat sent from the Celestial Realm. Oh- the treat. It’s still in the bag, protected by a glass casing and covered with tissue papers that glitters under the light. He had forgotten to give it to you in his rush.

There’s no going back now, not when he saw you and had the audacity to even stare at you. He’s humiliated. His face burning and any breath that he has is taken from him, squeezed out of his body and forced out. He runs to the safety of his room, glad that no one seems to be home. He slams the door, his back pressed against the wood and when he closes his eyes, he can still see you- your body bare and nipples pert, your face holding a slight flush. He can see everything behind his eyes. The lock quickly snaps into place, his steps hurried as he walks toward the small table in his room.

He places the bag down on a table as he rests on the chair provided in his room. He leans back, the cushion soft underneath him. The wood is scratched at by his covered hands, his gaze focused on the wall. Simeon mumbles under his breath, an apology said to no one, his bottom lip teased by his teeth.

How could he possibly face you tomorrow? How could he do anything after what he just witnessed and did? He removes his gloves, dragging a free hand down his face, leaving the palm to cover his mouth. His phone buzzes in his pocket and he reaches for it in the same second, half hoping and half dreading that it’ll be you.

It is.

You ask where he went. You even apologize, saying that you mustn’t have heard him.

He laughs bitterly. You apologize to him. He was the one who entered your room without permission, invaded your trust and yet, you were the one who was apologizing. He simply leaves the message on read, not knowing what to tell you. Would you believe him if he told you that he had felt sick? Probably not, but for his sake, you would have, he’s sure of it.

He sucks in a deep breath, his eyes on the wall and there’s an unfamiliar itch in his body. Or rather an itch that he shouldn’t scratch at. Looking down only confirms his suspicion. He’s erect. Could it be from you? He sighs. What a silly question. Of course it is.

It’s wrong of him to even keep the image of you ingrained in his head. “Touch me, O Lord, and fill me with your light and your hope. Amen,” Simeon whispers under his breath, trying so desperately to keep his hands away from his erection. It pains him so, his body growing hotter by the second, sweat starting to bead and eyes watering at the tempting fate of actually touching himself to you. “Please Father,” he whispers, “grant me strength. I can’t- I am but a humble servant of yours. Please take away all these sinful thoughts.”

His chest trembles, his mouth dry and tongue thick. There’s a pressure against his stomach, his hands grip at his thighs, his head bowed and no matter what, you are just in his mind. Perhaps you’re the real sin, the real test in all of God’s Grand Plan. How is he supposed to be an angel when a human of all things is the one that is turning him to sin. The one being who has managed to ruin him, to unthread his wings and have him even think of reaching out to you and be selfish.

The unzipping of his zipper is loud, echoing in his ears, drowning out the holy blood that rushes inside of him. He lets out a sigh when his cock is free, the cool air in his room making contact with the hot flesh. When his hand wraps around himself, he lets out a sob. It’s filthy, but at the same time, it’s something that makes his mouth water and want more. You are the most beautiful sin, the one that he will risk everything for, for just a chance to touch you.

“Please forgive me,” he whispers. He’s unsure of who he’s speaking to. He doesn’t know if he’s asking father for forgiveness, unknowing if his message is reaching out, unknowing if he’s hidden from his light and his view; or if he’s apologizing to you, for walking in on you and now pleasuring himself to the thought of you.

You are all that invades his mind, his hand wrapped tightly around his cock, the ridges underneath his fingertips pulsing with heat. You stand bare in front of him, your body soft and blemished with little scars and ridges. He tightens his grip, his teeth clenched and jaw starting to ache. He’s touched your hand before, felt how soft you are, how loving your touch can be and he can only wonder if you're still gentle in bed. If you’d play the act of the blushing virgin under him, if you’d whimper and buck your hips if he were to kiss at your neck and cup your sex under his hand. You allowed him to stare, even if it was for just a moment, you had reelected so calmly, smiling at him, acting as if he were your lover who had seen your body countless times before. You are molded under God’s light, given freedom and kissed with the gentle lips of God, birthed and given existence, your path defined only by you, and you’ve allowed him to see that. You had acted so calmly, telling him with a smile if he could excuse himself for a bit. It’s almost as if you were used to that sort of thing. He stops in his movements, his eyes wide and breaths coming out in uneven pants. You live with demons, you must be used to that. To have such devils enter unannounced and watch you strip yourselves from your clothes.

The thought fills him with fury, his lips curled and brows knitted together. Yet, his hand continues to pump at his cock. The ridges near his cockhead tingle under his thumb, his head thrown back and eyes shut tightly.

His thighs tense, the muscles in him pulled taut as his grip tightens. “Something so tainted shouldn’t be the thing to witness you,” he hisses through his teeth, brows furrowed and hips bucking. “It’s outrageous that they’re the ones you live with. Beings so full-” his voice cracks, his head dipping down- “full of sin, touching and dirtying you.” His cockhead leaks with pearly white semen, dripping off his cock in heavy, thick strands.

When he closes his eyes, he can imagine you, dressed in white, spread before him, pleading with him to be gentle- you’d be the blushing virgin, ready to take in God’s Grace and kiss lips so pure that you’ll whine against him. You’ll be under him, your fingers lost in your sex as you tell him that you’ve been waiting for this moment. His pace quickens, his eyes closed as he thinks as to how you’d feel. Your thighs plump and your walls tight around his cock, your sex pulsing under his touch. You’d kiss him and he'd return it. He lets out a cracked moan, his breath sharp and head thrown back.

Beside him, his phone rings. He gives a slight turn, his clean hand going to lift the phone. A deep frown settles on his burning face as he realizes what he’s done and to who he’s done it to. Your image fills his phone, a call from you. He clears his throat, and quickly accepts your call.

“Simeon!” You sound worried and the tugs at his heartstrings and further cements his guilt. “I was worried, you didn’t reply to me. Are you okay?”

“I-” his voice cracks, and with a deeper flush, he clears his throat. He wonders if you know what he just did. He wonders if you would figure out what he’s doing as he listens to your voice. “Ah! I’m sorry, I thought I had replied to you but it seems like I hadn’t. I- uh,” he bites on his lip, trying in vain to muffle his moan- “My mistake. I- I just, I needed to get something,” his voice strains at the last word. “I’ll be over shortly. I promise.”

“Simeon,” the way you call his name makes him tug harder at his cock, “if this is about what you saw, then it’s okay. I know you. You didn’t mean to.” You sound so sweet, trying to comfort him while he’s doing something so perverse. “Listen, if you want, we can forget that that happened and start new, okay?”

“Really?” he breathes out, already closer to his high. “I would appreciate that. I-” His nail grazes over a vein and he lets out a deep groan.

“Simeon, you okay?” You say hurriedly. “You sound hurt.”

“I just bumped into a table,” he laughs breathlessly, his phone pressed roughly into his ear. “I’m sorry for worrying you,” he mumbles. “I’ll be over shortly, my dear. Just wait a moment.”

He barely has a chance to hear you say goodbye before he ends the call. “Fuck,” he groans, snapping his mouth close and turning his head, sliding his hand up and down his cock. Clicking noises fill the room, his cock pulsing in his hand, feeling as if it were about to burst. So heavy and foreign in his hand, Simeon pushes past the thought of his own hand touching himself, and tries to imagine yours. He thinks of your voice, of how you said his name, rushed and high, calling out to him.

You’re this glowing thing, something so pure but also full of sin, so human and lovely for it. You’d be this thing he was able to touch, this person who would love him and beg for touch. Under his wing, you’d be protected, cared and loved. Tears brim his eyes, trailing down his cheeks in hot flashes, sparking and disappearing into nothing before they have the chance to wet his hand. He’s already so close, his stomach knotting together, and body beginning to shake. As he releases, his free hand covers his mouth, muffling his moans that are drenched in cries. His seed is thick, coating his hand and leaving him in burning ropes. He looks at his hand covered in semen and he wonders if you would have been so kind to lick it off of him, to treat him as if it were your finest meal. His cock twitches at the thought, dribbling out more semen onto the seat.

Simeon lays in his afterglow, taking deep, slow breaths, his palm open, his seed dripping onto the floor in syrupy strands. The tear tracks begin to dry, his eyes still watery and the image of his ceiling blurry. With a wince, he stands, and grabs at his soft cock, walking to the nightstand and pulling out tissues. It’s humiliating to cleanse himself, to dry off his semen and to wash his hands. He can’t touch you with his hand, with a hand that had sullied the image of you in his mind, that had gripped at his own cock and covered himself in seed. The semen comes off of him in rushed waves, slipping down the drain and leaving his hand wet and clean as if there was nothing there to begin with. In the mirror, he is greeted by his reflection- messy hair and flushed cheeks, tears in his eyes and puffy lips from being bitten by. He wonders if you’d recognize this dirtied version of an angel when he greeted you. He wonders if you’d still hold his hand that grasped his cock not too long ago. With another message from you, he grabs the sweet he was supposed to bring, giving a glance to the gloves that rest on the arm of the chair. With a sigh, he decides to leave them there, hoping to hold your hand and memorize the feel of it

[2af-afterdark]

Lock Up Your Angel

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: GN/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Relationship: Main Character/Simeon

Characters: Simeon, Main Character

Additional Tags: GN!MC (you/your), Awkward First Times, Hand Jobs, Premature Ejaculation, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Come Eating

Summary: It's about time you teach Simeon about the pleasures of the flesh.

Word Count: 1151

Simeon sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at you with surprise as you crawled over him, placing a knee between his legs and rubbing against his groin. His eyes seemed to twinkle in the fading light that came through the window and you felt like a demon for the first time ever despite your humanity.

“Isn’t this why you invited me here today?” You ask, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, “To have the human teach you things you don’t know?” He’d asked about it once or twice before in passing and today was the day he’d invited you into his room. Surely, he had to understand how such an invitation came off, even if he was an untainted angel.

“Where shall we start?” Your hand slowly wandered down his body, slipping under the edge of his pants until you were cupping the bulge that was already forming. It was hard to miss the way he flinched and it made you laugh. It seems the angel had been having thoughts that stirred something inside of him before you even made the first move, “Is this your first time?”

The only answer you got was in the form of him looking away from you.

“I see.” You lick your lips at the thought, trying not to show on your face exactly what thoughts were running through your head. You were going to break this angel in slowly if it was the last thing you did.

You wrapped your fingers around his shaft, squeezing him until you felt him pulse in your grip. You swear you hear him whimper as you do, and it brings a happy hum to your lips. Slowly, you remove him from his pants and rub your thumb around the head of his cock, smearing the precum leaking out of him around his tip. You look down into his eyes, “I’ll be gentle, I promise.” For now, at the very least.

“Of course,” He stammered out.

His hands remained at his side out of fear of touching you and crossing a line he couldn’t uncross. They twisted into the bedsheets to try and steady himself to the new sensations welling up inside of him. It felt as if something was twisting around inside of his guts and tightening with each movement of your hand. It wasn’t painful, per se, but it was uncomfortable in a way he’d never experienced before. He wanted, needed the feeling to go away as soon as possible. Something about it felt wrong, like he was opening something that should never be touched, but he also couldn’t walk away. The pressure inside of him only grew and grew continuously.

Meanwhile, you zealously watched the way his face twisted as you gradually began to stroke the entirety of his length. You were the first one and only person that would get to see the way he tried to understand what was happening to him and it was cute. The way he bit his lip to hold himself back from making any lewd sounds was especially adorable.

You leaned your head down, just barely tickling his ear with your breath as you spoke low, “Don’t hold back. The first rule is that you should enjoy everything you can.” Goodness knows you were going to.

Your words only made the feeling inside of him worse, like all of his organs were being crushed by some kind of heated weight but one that would never do more than add more and more pressure until he exploded from the inside. He wanted it to end but also seek it out.

Without thinking, he bucked his hips up, gasping at the feeling of your hand around him, moving at the pace he set. He shouldn’t be giving in so easily, but the tightness inside of him begged for him to keep going. With each thrust up and each pump of your hand, he felt his stomach wind a little more. It was unbearably pleasant and he couldn’t stop himself, no matter how much his brain told him that this was something he shouldn’t learn about. At least, he shouldn’t learn about it if he wanted to remain as brilliant and shimmering as he has been.

“It feels strange.” He didn’t know how to describe the feeling inside of him other than that, especially because it felt like he was going to burst at any moment from how wound up he was.

Simeon’s hips stopped and he tossed his head back as he came without warning, spraying warm thick cum onto your fingers and leaving them a sticky mess. That was surprisingly quick, though you really shouldn’t be surprised since he’d apparently never had so much as a dirty thought before in his entire life.

"I'm sorry," he says, face completely flushed, "I've never-" He said before shutting himself up. It was awkward to admit that he had no experience with anything like this. He had always been a good angel; perhaps not a model example, but good nonetheless.

You smirk down at him before placing a kiss on his forehead, "My poor angel. You've been holding back for soooo long, haven't you?" You were more than happy to teach him a few things, especially if he kept making those beautifully pathetic noises the entire time.

You raise your hand to your lips slowly, "Next rule: never waste something so precious." As you finish the sentence, you run your tongue between your fingers and lap up everything he's given you. His eyes widen in surprise and shock at the sight, feeling guilt over how erotic he finds it as his cock comes to attention once again.

Once you finish licking up the last of his cum, you give him a devious smile, "Delicious."

He couldn't get any more red if he tried. The very thought that someone could be so openly lewd and that he was enjoying it as much as he was filled him with shame. Even so, he also felt a deep aching need run through him that he couldn't identify. He'd never felt this way before.

The feeling only gets worse as you finally sat completely in his lap, pressing your sex against his own. The feeling of even just your clothing rubbing against him was too much for someone as inexperienced as him, "Should we move on to your next lesson?"

He could still stop. He hadn't gone farther than simple experimentation and curiosity. It was possible to end everything here and still redeem himself. But he found a different answer as you pushed your chest against his and gazed up at him with eyes burning with passion and lust.

Something inside of him stirred and he nodded slowly, not believing the words that came out of his own mouth, "Yes."

Oh, you were going to corrupt this angel and enjoy every moment of it.

[muffindaddystyles]

22! angst to fluff pls love ur works <333

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Harry hates one thing, most. That’s silence. Still, Y/N gave him a silent treatment knowing how much it drives him insane. It pinches him in throat in the most sickening way and makes him vicious about their fights more.

She has her reason too. Anyone would have a right to be mad if their boyfriend will be seen going to bars with models and cherry on top it turns out be his ex.

In his defence it was a PR stunt to keep the quietude about his dating life since Y/N and Harry’s relationship is private for Y/N's sake.

“You could’ve atleast told me, tha' you were going with her?” Was all she said. Confusion and insecurities and the images of her glued all over him mocked her in the most brutal way before she was distancing herself away from him.

He did anything in his will to bring her back to him, apologised and tried to shower her in kisses, making her brekkie and staying at home but she kept on pushing him away.

The problem wasn’t him. It was her. She blamed herself. He’s been nothing but so gentle with her and she’s towing him away like a used tissue.

Harry knew Y/N anxiety was always at bay and he didn’t want to worsen it by going public but it was biting him in arse as questions upon questions were thrown at him for past three years.

It's Saturday morning and she appears from the guest room after ages, the sight for sore eyes.

Harry’s eyes that were staring the tiled wall of kitchen flitters towards her and his gaze turns soft when he sees her drowned into one of his lilac sweater (she missed him so much and felt awfully hollow and cold sleeping in the bed that doesn’t smell like him at all; so she did what could comfort her best).

She looks so small and frail as if the demons of the lone bedroom swallowed her whole.

Heavy eyebags digging away the glimmer in her eyes, her cheekbones prominent and the pinkness of her eyes visible telling how much she’s been crying.

He turns expressionless on purpose when she meets his gaze and isn’t what she wanted? Some space to figure her thoughts out – but that polite gesture turned into a silent treatment from Harry’s side this time.

She knows that he’s more of a meanie in this game than her because he’s the one that never let things bottle up, his eyes gives away everything but right now they’re just murk of anger.

“Can we talk?” Her voice dim from crying for days and Harry elevates his shoulders carelessly, wrinkles on his forehead and his frown deep as he shrugs, “Dunno. Realized t’pick y'puppet back, your eminence?” His taunt hits her right in chest and she blinks the moisture in her eyes away looking down at her fingers fumbling with the frays of the hem.

He’s cloaked with sadness and dejection from her misbehaviour.

He’s the most petty when she’s the reason of his agony.

“I hate how much I care about, you.” He spats. Knuckles turning white from his grip around the marble counter and Y/N listens —— because good, she should now she’s out of her own bubble.

“How much I’ve told y'that no-one ‘n damn nothin’ could come between us —-" His tone dripping with malevolence and bitterness it tears Y/N up.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Harry!!” She almost shouts. Shaky fingers contemplating to rip at her hair and her tears now shines at her cheeks, Harry elicits a flak taunting chuckle.

“See you’ve never trusted our love. Can y'fo’ once get outta y’head?” His own eyes glossy and his cheeks flushing rosy from the impact.

“You don’t want to bear what comes with lovin' me, don’t want me to cover up tha’ fo' you and you couldn’t spend a single day without doubting us,” He licks the salt away from his lips and his heart pauses a slow beat when Y/N's lips wobbles -- incoherent blabbers slipping past her swollen lips.

“What d'ya want then!?” The loud snap of his abrasive voice hitches her breath and she sobs out sorrowfully, “I just want you.” He sighs in defeat. Not really pondering over the severity and nuance of his words before speaking.

“Falling in love with you was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done in my life.” That was the last blow for Y/N. She gasps out a cry. Pupils bursting wide and her insides falls sick as the itching goosebumps pin-prickles at her skin.

Everything gets struck for a moment. Harry’s expression matches her as he realizes what damage he has caused and to confirm it a blaring thunder roars through the sky.

Y/N gulps the achy feeling in her throat and just nods silently retreating back through the steps that led her to him and he’s rushing behind her in fret only to get the door to be slammed on his face.

He curses himself. Hitting his forehead into the door frame, that was the lowest and most cheapest fucking insult you could’ve managed to throw her way you dick.

“Y/N. I’m —-...fuck.” He knows that a sorry will be too humiliating for the hurt he has caused her.

While, Y/N sits on the floor at the most corner of the room with her knees bunched up to her chest. His hurtful words rings in her skull and she stuffs her face into her elbow sobbing into it watching the bear Harry won for her in a carnival with doleful blurry vision.

Through his whole life the only decision he regrets is loving me – out of every stupid thing he thinks our love is the most stupidest, what if it's the end? How I'll live without him? It’s impossible.

Forgetting hurts the more than grieving and she’d never be able to do that.

Her toes numbs to tingles and she feels herself drowning somewhere into pitch darkness, her heart lurching ruefully at each knock Harry taps on the door and her stomach burns with acidy sting lungs knotting tight making her gasp for oxygen.

Her panic attack crawling up her body in beasty blood curling gashes and she attempts to shout a plead for Harry but white dots appears at the back of her eyelids tripping her into mountain of floor pillows.

It knocks the vase out and it shatters beside her head, “Y/N! Baby!” Harry pounds at the door and when doesn’t hear a response from her side he’s kicking it open harshly.

The lock unhinges as he rushes inside worrisome and his world shatters when he sees his lovie struggling for a breather, her petite body trembling and shaking with each gasp that bolts her throat more and she nearly begs for him to do something.

He’s falling beside her on the floor and embracing her pliant figure in his gentle hold, “’S okay. ‘S okay.” He croaks out wiping his own tears with the sleeve of his hoodie.

He rubs her tummy in soothing circles then trails his clammy palm up her chest and maintains an eye contact with her panicked ones. Her breath shudders when she tries to calm it back and her nails digs into his skin in doing so.

“Doing s'good f'me darling, yeah —-..yeah.” He bobs his head vigorously and assuring-ly stroking his thumb against her soaky cheek tenderly in pacifying motions.

Her breath lulls slowly back into a pattern and she jerks a little while inhaling a nourishing puff, “Take a breath honey, yes princess just like that.” He whispers speckling a tiny kiss to her forehead.

He pushes her up with a firm hand on her hip and into his lap murmuring sweet dottings into her ear, “Squeeze me hand if you could hear me baby.” He just wants to be reassured she’s doing okay –- his face crooked against her pulse point into her throat and she does so giving a weak squish to his fingers.

“Jeez.” He bumps her chin up with his head and touches their temples together – eskimo kissing her nose and her eyelids flutter when he pecks her mouth ever so lightly.

His insides are shaking anxiously from fright and he again hugs her warmly to feel her.

“’M sorry. So sorry lovie' didn’t –-.. didn’t mean to hurt ya, swear moppet was just upset tha’ y’were being so far from me. I love you so much precious ....." He presses his wet lips to the side of her head and buries his nose in her hair -- arms tightening around her waist.

".... and I don’t think lovin' you is stupid. Thinks tha’ ‘s the only best thing I’ve ever done in me life ... could never love anyone like that.” He mumbles cradling her sweaty face into his palms and patches soft kisses all over her face.

She hiccups a whimper. Nose quivering and lip wobbling — letting him kiss her pout and fists the flimsy fabric of his hoodie in her teensy hands compared to him, “’M sorry too. Sorry f'acting childish and not talking to you about it. I’m just scared I’m getting too obsessed with the idea of us and it’ll ruin us pathetically.”

“Wait. Wait woah baby ...” He grabs her gently with shoulders and pulls her back from him, “’S tha’ why you were trying to live off all by yourself?” He asks politely a bit glum she was enduring all of that herself.

When she tries to hide her face out of timidness he hooks his thumb under her chin and highers it up, “Y/N.”

“Thinks you love me so intensely?” She sniffs nodding in agreement and he smiles sweetly.

“Then fuckin' do it silly. Why d'ya think I wouldn’t want that lovlin? I want to be so loved by my sweet baby.” He almost falls back when she slings her arms around the nape of his neck and brings him down for a cuddle.

“I love you so much my Angel.” He murmurs with his face squished into her neck and fills his lungs with her warm vanillay scent.

She rubs her cheek up and down his chest like an affectionate starved puppy then stops where his heart lays under the trap of bones and kisses it three times.

Her love language. When she isn’t able to utter something she’s always appreciating him with loving actions and at the moment she did the same to exchange the sentiment.

Three kisses to heart means, “I love you so much it aches me.” He immediately catches it and pecks her nose.

"I know bub, I know."

[crimsonbubble]

Lucifer's Pride

(warnings: fem!reader, demon!Hongjoong, overstimulation, oral [f receiving], fingering, extremely vague glove kink, nipple play, praise, claiming/biting, mention of blood, vague/brief branding, marking, implied creampie)

*more and taglist after the cut*

note: I got thrown back into my Obey Me phase so have this :D this will be a series because yes :>

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As the avatar of pride, he held himself to a great esteem. Hongjoong felt at ease knowing that he was the only one able to see you like this. He was the only one who could make you see stars with only a few flicks of his tongue.

His grip on you was rough, the material of his gloves digging into your thighs as he held you legs open. The noises he made which he ate you out were embarrassing enough to make you clench your thighs around his head.

Hongjoong focuses his mouth on your clit as he carefully rubbed over your folds. Your slick covered the faux leather gloves and allowed for an easy slip in. Though the foreign material felt odd the added texture rubbing against your walls so deliciously had your cunt clenching down around his fingers.

Hongjoong peered up at you though his eyelashes, watched with dark eyes as you moan and shake. Your hands are fisting the sheets, and your thighs are trembling around his head; you were a sight to behold. Hongjoong curled his fingers in a 'come hither' motion, letting out a breathy laugh as your back arched off the bed.

You tried to bite back your loud moans but with the way Hongjoong is fingering you and suckling your clit had your mouth falling open in a silent scream as you came around his fingers. Hongjoong moaned around your clit, grazing his teeth over the swollen bud ever so gently, helping you ride out your orgasm.

Your body fell limp against the plush mattress, chest heaving as you tried to recover from the mind shattering orgasm Hongjoong just gave you. Hongjoong slowly kissed up your body, his hands resting on your hips. "You taste so good, angel.." Your face burned as Hongjoong teasily took your nipple into his mouth.

He swirled his tongue around the bud, gently tugging with his teeth. He pulled off with a soft pop kissing his way to your other nipple to give it the same treatment. His left hand moved up to grope and squeeze your left breast, pinching and rolling your nipple. He pulled away from your chest, running his tongue along his bottom lip.

His eyes met yours with a dark desire, the type of look that had your thighs clenching as more slick gushed out of you. "Think you can take me, sweetheart?" Though it wasn't really a question as Hongjoong was nearly halfway in once he asked it. Your back arched painfully as Hongjoong bottomed out. He pressed soft kisses to your neck and cheeks, muttering out praises as you got used to his size.

"Fuck angel, you feel so good around me.." You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his closer as he slowly rocked his hips. "Joong.." He let out a soft hum, suckling dark hickeys into your neck. "Move, please." Hongjoong moved his hands away from your body, quickly discarding his gloves as he moved to unloop your arms from around his neck.

He pinned your wrists to the bed, slowly sliding his hands up to intertwine with yours. You tightened your grip on his hands, a warm feeling bubbling in your stomach. Hongjoong moaned softly into your neck, his pace quickening when he felt you tighten around him. You leaned your head to the side, barring you neck to him. "Joong.. kiss me.. please." Hongjoong leaned back, wasting no time in pressing your lips together.

Hongjoong nipped at your lower lip before letting his tongue move alongside yours. You pulled away from his lips, a hazy look in your eyes. You leaned your head away from him, barring your neck to him. Hongjoong didn't need words to know what you wanted. You looked at him from the corner of your eyes, a silent conformation of what you wanted.

Hongjoong pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. He leaned into your neck, licking the juncture of where you neck and shoulder meet. His right hands moves away from yours to place itself on your stomach, his palm resting above your naval. "I love you so much." Those were his words before he bit into your neck, his canines sharpening as he ripped through your skin.

You felt a burning sensation on your stomach, a dopey smile playing at your lips. Hongjoong pulled away from you, amkimg you wince one his teeth left your skin. He lapped at the blood that dripped from the mark, the burning feeling on your stomach fading. Peering down at your stomach, once Hongjoong moved his hand, you saw a dark mark etched on your skin.

His mark.

As much as Hongjoong would love to savour this moment, the need to release got stronger with each slight movement. "God, baby, you're gonna make me cum.." Your toes curled in searing pleasure as Hongjoong's nails dug into your thighs. He let himself go as he chased both of your highs, throwing you over the edge once his fingers came in contact with your throbbing clit.

Your core spasmed around his cock, making it easier to ride out his high with you. His hips stilled while a broken moan left his lips. Your hands clutched tightly at the bedsheets, moans spilling from your lips as Hongjoong rode out both of your highs.

The two of you spent countless minutes entangled together, neither of you making a move to get up. The room was filled heavy panting and a comfortable silence. But beyond all that, there was love. A love that won't fade no matter how dark the days get.

It's in times like these that Hongjoong is truly able to appreciate what he has. His pride swells as you curl into his arms, pressing soft kisses into his neck as you feel sleep overcome you.

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@a-soft-hornytiny @berryberry-joongie @cometoceantrenches @ddeonghwva @hyetiny @multidreams-and-desires @serialee @spinster-sisters @strawberry-joong @yungisstar1117 @yunsangoveryonder @yunhospuppy

[edosianorchids901]

In a Tidewater Surge

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "Splash of Waves"

“This is your doing, I take it.”

Crowley’s stomach tightened. He didn’t turn around at the accusing voice, didn’t respond.

His fingers closed around another smooth stone, tracing across the hard surface. Humanity had come a long way from that first killing. Rocks to spears to bows and arrows to…

A scream split the air, audible even over the splash of waves against the Lindisfarne coast. It rolled on and on, seemingly in time with the seawater that crested and broke across the beach, drenching Crowley’s feet and legs.

He gripped the rock tighter. Gripped until his hand ached.

When the cry slipped away, receding like the waters drawing back from the rocky shore, Crowley flicked his wrist and threw the rock into the sea.

“Of course it was.” Aziraphale’s voice grew even harsher, and Crowley hunched his shoulders as if to take the blow. “Only a demon would encourage something like this. Raiding a monastery? Really? And what am I supposed to make of that warning note?”

More screams rang out. Crowley’s hips and arse ached from sitting on the rocky shore, and each surge of the waves left him cold and shivering. Sitting here, at high tide, was a terrible idea. But it was what he deserved.

Because this was his fault, no matter what way you looked at it.

“Raiders coming. Get out, now.” Footsteps crunched across the rock, and Crowley flinched. But Aziraphale didn’t hit him, even though he would have deserved that too. The angel just sank down and sat to Crowley’s right. “It was rather alarming.”

Crowley risked a glance at him. The angel’s lip trembled, his hands clutched tightly together. “Sorry.”

“You ought to be apologizing to the poor people getting slaughtered, since it was your idea.”

A flash of anger blazed through Crowley’s chest. His fingers slid across two rocks, rejecting them as wrong. One too jagged and sharp, the other too small. The next one was just right, and he tightened his hand around it. Crushed down hard, hard enough that his whole hand ached again.

And then he whipped it into the ocean. “Yep. Cause of all the evil in the bloody world, me.”

Crowley picked up another rock, and then another. He hurled them into the oncoming waves, bitter anger coiling in his gut.

As he raised the third rock, a plump hand captured his and lowered it. “This wasn’t your idea, was it? You had nothing to do with it.”

“Nnh. They’re humans, so…” With a long sigh, Crowley shrugged. He was the one who had tempted them into eating the blasted apple. “Still my fault. Just a few millennia removed.”

“Crowley.” Aziraphale’s voice was soft now, so kind that it made Crowley want to bolt. He pried the rock loose from Crowley’s grip and set it back with the others. “I’m sorry for snapping at you. I was just…”

“Upset. I don’t blame you.” Crowley kept his eyes on the ocean, on the rolling waves. The screams were dying down now, any remaining resistance quiet enough to be lost to the sounds of the sea. “I was s’posed to observe the slaughter, but…”

He hadn’t been able to do it. Just couldn’t. Instead, he’d planted himself on the shore and hurled rocks into the sea while his clothes got increasingly soaked.

Aziraphale sidled closer, and Crowley tensed. But then the angel wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Warm and secure, steadying. “I’m sorry, my dear fellow.”

“S’ all right. Just life.” Weary, Crowley curled into the tentative embrace and rested the side of his head against Aziraphale’s as the waves lapped at their feet. “Are you okay?”

Aziraphale sniffled. “No. It was awful, so awful. I-I was already out of the monastery—thanks to your note—but still. Seeing the raiders rush up, and then… hearing the screams. I suppose I’m being a bit dramatic.”

“S’ not dramatic.” Crowley snaked an arm around Aziraphale’s waist, holding him securely. “It fucking sucks.”

It wasn’t very demonic to accept comfort, and even less so to offer it. But they both needed that connection, needed to reach out.

Life on Earth was hard, millennia after millennia of watching the humans live and die and wage war. Unable to really affect anything. Neither of them had chosen their assignments or anything about their lives.

Except this. Protecting and comforting instead of slaughtering each other, defying Heaven and Hell. That was their choice.

[closedmadness]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

summary: you and alec hated each other — or at least, pretended to in front of everyone. behind the scenes, however, you two are insanely in love with each other

pairings: alec lightwood x male reader

warnings → fluff & nsfw・swearing・fake arguments・make-out session・blowjob・anal penetration・slight possessive alec

a/n: please i didn’t mean for this to be short nsfw but my fingers moved on its own✋😭 it was supposed to be just cute, fluffy and sweet💀

“you can’t tell me that it wasn’t your fault we failed our mission today.” alec’s voice boomed in the institute as soon as all of you got home, irritation clear in his tone.

rolling your eyes, a sigh escaped your lips. you really don’t want to do this right now after that particularly bad, failed mission — a bunch of female mundanes swarmed over you while on duty, disturbing you and making you unable to guard over the demons that were wrecking havoc on that club itself. those females were a distraction; they wanted to get into your pants, thirty for some love from a incredibly good-looking man like you.

deciding not to deal with his crap as isabelle and jace scolded alec, you went to walk pass him before being stopped quickly with a grab on your arm. “i really don’t want to do this right now, lightwood.” you immediately said after turning around, refusing to let him talk first. “i feel responsible of this mission as much as it’s hard to believe that, and i don’t want you constantly nagging me about it.”

“as you should.” he retorts with the same cold, emotionless face he always plastered on. “and of course, i will nag you about it, it was an important mission! we got to kill those demons but we didn’t get to find out their intention.”

you scrunched your brows together, “why didn’t you ask any of them when those mundanes were crowding over me? i’m sure you had plenty of chances.” eyes glinting with suspicion, you stepped forward towards him. “or maybe you just didn’t want to do anything so you could frame me on the failed mission.” you accused.

alec’s brows furrowed and his lips curved upside down in a frown at that. he narrowed his eyes, offended and upset. “you’re accusing me now? great, (y/n)! of course, you would find a way to accuse me somehow!” he exclaimed sarcastically.

you scoff and rolled your eyes, done with his bullshit before storming off the heart of the institute towards your room.

“seriously, alec?” isabelle gives her brother a look, hands resting on her hips, but all the male lightwood did was glare at her and storm off as well.

she didn’t know why you and alec are always on each other’s throats; it’s almost as if you’d kill each other when left alone together, there isn’t even any clear reason you two should hate each other yet you still do. it’s probably because of the feud between maryse and your mother, but even then, she still did not understand. in her eyes, alec was longing for your touches and just you in general, yet he’s pushing you away. isabelle has been wanting the both of you to get along — though, it might be the hardest one to achieve.

jace and clary glanced at each other, knowing how she feels about this whole feud thing. “they’ll come around soon, izzy.” the former comforts, placing his hand on her shoulder.

“yeah, let’s just believe in them.” clary joins, taking up the space opposite jace. “you know what they say; the more you hate, the more you love. who knows? they might actually get along someday.” she tried her best to cheer up, which worked miraculously as isabelle reveals a smile.

perhaps, she should be patient as the universe works in its own wonderful ways. all these small, petty arguments are getting tiring and she just hopes something will change for the better.

walking down the hallway leading up to your room, alec looks around first cautiously and makes sure no one’s witnessing anything before eventually stopping in front of your door.

it was already unlocked, with you peeking from the tiny bit of space between, grinning up at him. alec smiled and assured you there was no one around, which made you open the door wide and pull him in. giggling together, he closed the door behind him and made sure to lock it as you captured his lips on yours, cupping his face with both hands.

he smiled into the kiss, moving to wrap his arms around your waist while yours wrapped around his neck, pulling each other close. feeling a gentle squeeze on your butt, you took that as a signal to jump and wrap your legs around him, alec not missing a beat to catch you. with lips still attached together, alec moved to sit on the bed, his hands beginning to roam around your body. breaking the kiss to catch your breath, he took it as an opportunity to run his lips and tongue across your neck, licking, sucking and biting. you moaned, tilting your head back to give him more access.

“alec...” you whimpered breathlessly as he sucked harshly on your skin, creating a pretty visible hickey. “they will- don’t make one where they can see it.” complaining, you slipped your fingers through his soft hair but didn’t stop him from continuing his work.

he hums, the vibration making you shiver. “you can always cover it, (y/n). i know you like it when i leave my mark on you.” he mumbled against your skin, tightening his hold. a moan once again leaves your lips when he bit on your sweet spot, the blissful sound making him groan and slip his hand in the back of your pants. “you know today was not your fault, right?” he suddenly whispers, staring into your (e/c) eyes that never failed to make him lost.

you stared back at his hazel eyes, nodding your head and resting your forehead against his. “of course, darling. i never meant anything i’ve said either.”

this is always what you did — argue, act like enemies, be nasty, throw insults at one another, speak with distaste in the front, but once behind the closed doors, you apologize to each other and make sure the other didn’t take it to their heart, as well as show love, so you’d be reassured of everything.

alec smiles, his eyes shining with admiration and love. oh, how angelic he looked with that smile of his. only you could see him so soft.

“truth is, i couldn’t ask the demons because i was focused on you.” he admitted, looking down for a second before returning his gaze on you. “those mundanes,” distaste filled his tone at the mention of those creature, “had no right to touch you like that. acting like you’d sleep with them, be their man.” his lips pouted at the thought as jealousy clouded his chest.

chuckling, you pecked his lips when found his jealousy cute. “alec, darling, you know i’m only gonna do that with you. i’m completely yours.” talking with a loving tone, your fingers played with his hair that always made him feel good.

alec smiled in fondness and gently pulled you by the back of your head, capturing your lips in yet another heated kiss. you bit on his bottom lip, erupting a groan from him as he pushed the jacket off of your shoulders, it falling on the floor along with your black shirt. alec only ever broke the kiss when he removed his jacket and shirt, and quickly smashed his lips back on yours, tongue slipping in smoothly and exploring your mouth, fighting against your own wet muscle for dominance.

he then flipped you both to lay your back on the soft mattress, never breaking the kiss as his hand ran across your chest and abs, tracing every bit of your body. you moaned into the kiss when he palmed your cock through the thick layer of pants.

“mhm, alec...” calling his name breathlessly, you unconsciously buckled your hips onto his hand, trying to get some sort of stimulation.

alec groaned in arousal at your reaction, quickly unzipping your pants and tugging it off of you along with your boxers. a cool of air hit your manhood as soon as it was released, making you shiver, eyes closing in response.

the lightwood took his time to admire you completely; your eyes glistening with lust, lips swollen from all the kissing, chest rising up and down with every breath you take, fully naked, presenting yourself to him without shame or hesitation. no matter how many times he looked at every part of you, you never ceased to take his breath away. it was sort of amusing, how even after all this time you still have him wrapped around your finger and willingly refusing to ever unwrap.

god, he’s so lucky to have you.

alec starts kissing your chest downwards slowly until it reached your hard erection, laying a peck on the tip which had you twitching. giving your tip a kitten lick, his hand pumped your cock painfully slow as you whimpered. he licked off the dripping precum before fully taking you in, the walls of his mouth rubbing against your shaft making you moan and throw your head back, eyes almost rolling to the back of your head. he didn’t stop until he took all the way in and starts to bob his head upwards and backwards, twirling his wet muscle skillfully on your shaft while doing so, keeping his gaze fixed on you.

you gripped the sheets tightly until your knuckles turned white, wave after wave of pleasure hitting you like a tsunami as an uncontrollable moans escaped your lips. “fuck, alec! t-that feels so good.” you praised, arching your back to get more stimulation.

alec kept you in place with his hands as he continued sucking you off, the bulge in his pants implying his intense arousal upon the delicious sight in front of him. his cock was painfully hard underneath that thick fabric.

saliva as well as your precum dripped his chin, but he couldn’t careless as he only wanted you to feel amazing. and indeed, you were feeling just that.

he could see your legs quiver in the corner of his eyes. you were close, he could feel it by your cock twitching and pulsating in his mouth. an all too familiar feeling builds in the pit of your stomach as tears blurred your vision, your mind reminding you how close you are to your climax. “ohhh, fuck! alec! i’m close- aghhh!”

“cum for me, (y/n).” alec speaks, and although it was muffled due to your cock still buried between his lips, you understood. he fastened his pace, slowly sending you over the edge until finally, you let out a loud moan of his name as white seeds shoots out from your cock in his mouth. your hips jerked while you ride out your orgasm, his lips still wrapped around the manhood in an attempt to swallow everything that spills out of it.

he then released your cock from his mouth with a loud ‘pop’ and hovered above your panting body again, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. you could taste yourself along with his saliva as your wet muscles danced together lazily.

a shaky sigh leaves his lips after feeling how painfully hard he was and finally moved to remove the rest of his clothes, pants and boxers altogether — his hard-on springing up as he released a relieved sigh from the freeness. his pants were getting too tight with his as-hard-as-a-rock manhood inside.

“alec,” you breathlessly called, bringing your hands up to cup his face. “go ahead and put it in. i want you now.”

“but without preparation-”

“it will hurt, i know.” you cut him off, giving him an assuring look. “we did it yesterday, it’ll be okay. please, just fuck me right now,” you placed your lips just above his ear, “show me those mundanes aren’t better than you.”

“you really...” he growled. you really knew how to rile him up.

without a warning, he slammed his cock into you in just one go and ripped out a scream from your throat, eyes rolling to the back of your head from the sudden feeling of being filled with his thick shaft.

thrusting his hips, alec groaned at the warm feeling of your tight hole around him and kissed your collarbone to muffle his own noises while his ears are blessed with your constant whines, moans and whimpers.

“shit, ah! alec! more!” you desperately whined, hips moving on its own to meet with his rhythmic thrust.

“fuck, (y/n)...” he grunted right into your ear, making you shudder.

his pace was fast and rough as he fucked you mercilessly into the mattress while leaving hickeys everywhere he can, angling his thrust so he’d perfectly hit your prostate. “you’re only mine. no mundanes, or shadowhunters, or downworlders can get to lay their hands on you but me. i’m the only one who get to fuck you like this...” his words went straight to your already hard-enough cock, arousing you even further.

it’s always hot whenever alec gets possessive over you, and you loved that.

“oh my god, alec— right there!” you moaned, now tears rolling down your flushed cheeks. his thrust starts to get sloppy as both of you near the edge, you could feel his cock pulsing and twitching inside your hole.

it took three harsh and hard thrust to completely throw you off as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, loud moans that sounded almost like a scream erupting from your throat, back arching and body squirming underneath him as white loads shoots out again from your manhood, landing on your exposed chest and stomach, cumming hard. your walls tightened around him while you cum and that was enough for alec to spill his hot seed inside you, filling you up good like always.

pulling out, he collapsed on the bed beside you, catching your breath together and slowly calming down from your high. “great thing your room is soundproof.” alec comments, making you both chuckle.

“yeah, that’s one thing i love about this room.” you laughed and he did as well before pulling you so you could rest your head on his chest, listening to his even and rhythmic heartbeat.

cleaning up can wait tomorrow. for now, you two wanted to cuddle up with each other knowing there has to be a lot of pretending again.

jace, isabelle, clary and magnus all sat exasperated on the couch as they watch you and alec go back and fourth over the cup and valentine, both arguing and insulting each other for about an hour now.

it’s a usual day, with you and alec hating the other using the sharpness of your tongues, but they were getting tired of this constant bickering and slight sexual tension that always rose in the air.

magnus had just recently discovered your hatred for each other and at first he found it amusing, but that soon turned into boredom when it became an occasional sight for him. though, he can admit that your tongue is sharper than alec’s and he’s impressed by that.

“valentine is a shadowhunter, alright? he’d be able to get the cup from here.” you argued, giving the lightwood a pointed look.

alec folded his arms, “not if we guard it.”

you raised your brows and a ‘really?’ look crossed your face. “have you forgotten that he killed thousands of shadowhunters and downworlders, or did you become so old that your memory gaps is getting worse?” he shot you a death glare at that, not liking the tone you use on him.

“okay so,” clary stands up, “why don’t you both just calm down and figure this out in a friendly way?” you and alec snapped your gaze towards her, eyes practically sending daggers. she held her hands up, “or maybe not. but can’t you just... uh- not fight, for once?”

“not my problem he’s irritating.” you retorted with arms folded above your chest.

alec rolled his eyes, “well, not my problem either that he’s annoying.” he exclaimed while his index finger pointed at you.

“you two look like an old married couple.” isabelle comments with a teasing smirk dancing on her lips. you and alec froze in your places and looked at her with unreadable expression before turning back at each other.

it felt good hearing that, since you two are dating.

the conversation were interrupted when maryse approaches, her hands fiddling with each other and a nervous look on her face.

you sighed, stepping away to walk out, but maryse quickly stops you when you walked pass her. “stay, please. this involves you, too.” confusion laced your face at that, but didn’t say anything as you stepped back.

“i know that the feud between (y/n)’s mother and i have caused some troubles within you, and we’re very sorry for that. we decided... it’s better to forget what happened between us rather than drag it down and have it affect all of you.” she turned around and gestured for someone to come, your mother walking up to her, their hand intertwining in a friendly manner as smiles coated their faces.

surprise filled everyone’s face, brows raising. “wait, does this mean you two are friends now?” isabelle asked.

your mother smiled, nodding her head. “we had a genuine conversation last night and found out we had more similarities than we thought we would.”

jace, clary and isabelle smiled at one another while magnus sipped on his drink, feeling quite happy for them. this meant you and alec had no reason to hate each other.

“so this isn’t a joke? you’re not pretending?” you asked, suspicion on both yours and alec’s face. they shook their heads and smiled.

you stared at them before turning to alec who looked back at you, silently conversing.

finally, a sigh leaves his lips as you simultaneously looked at the two mothers with a smile. “that’s a great news, mother. i hope you have fun together.” he congratulates, smiling. “now, (y/n) and i have somewhere else to go. i assume there won’t be any missions for today.”

surprise looks coated everyone’s faces and their eyes almost popped out of their sockets when you intertwined your hand with his. you waved at them, alec beginning to drag you two away.

“hold on a second, where are you going? and what does that mean?” jace quickly asked, pointing at your intertwined hands after he stood up from the couch.

“isn’t it obvious?” alec gives him a look, “we’re going on a date. now, make an effort not to interrupt us.” he continued to pull you.

“have fun with mom, mrs. lightwood!” you said with a smile before disappearing out with alec.

everyone still looked shocked.

“well, that took a turn.” magnus smirked, drinking his tequila.

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[inviouswriting]

Feathers

Simeon x Fem!Reader

Smut.

If you squint a plot is forming! I hate spoiling my content so you have to read it to know where I am going.

Warning below the cut.

Contains - A breeding kink, corruption, shower sex, oral, graphic depictions of said sex. All that good stuff, it is smut~

Feathers.

You feel great warmth behind you, a calm and gentle warmth that you’ve come to love as much as the person that radiates it. Hazy you blink your eyes open, and can hear an incessant buzzing from your DDD, you groan and shift the room a bit colder than you remembered. Making you seek the warmth of the angel beside you. Simeon tightens his arms around you hugging you to him.

The previous night you spent with him, giving a group message to everyone that you would be staying over with Simeon. Everyone had a little something to say, but didn’t argue as you would be back in the afternoon. You take a moment to admire the sleeping face that is Simeon, how he seems peaceful even here. You card fingers through his hair, and seek out his warmth from the cold room.  

You reach for your phone to peek at it, Asmodeus has been sending messages along with Mammon. You smile to yourself, but the messages were not the reason you grabbed your DDD, you quietly and carefully tug the cover off of Simeon’s shoulder enough to expose his face. Keeping your phone silent you take a picture of him, to keep to yourself. Or maybe set it as your wallpaper. He looks so serene, and you love that he finds his comfort in your arms so easily.

Another picture wouldn’t hurt, just as you take a picture of Simeon, you catch an eye open looking directly at you. You freeze and shrink down under the covers.  

“Where you going lamb? If you wanted to take pictures, you can.” You blush when he rests his head back onto the pillow and gives you his gentle smile. His eyes lowered, to focus on the camera. You take a few more pictures of your angel, before setting your DDD away, ignoring the calls from Mammon. You’ll get an earful for ignoring him later, but here in the blanket of morning with Simeon you didn’t care.  

Simeon raises his hands to your face and cups your cheeks, he presses in and gives you fresh and sweet pecks of kisses. You feel those hands leave your face to slip down under the covers to touch over your skin. Simeon glides his fingertips over the softness of your back and down to the top of your rear. You feel him smooth the flat of his hand against your skin and slips it down along your thighs feeling the ultra soft skin of your hip to mound.

“You didn’t get enough last night?” You tease him, Simeon only smiles more, and you part your legs for him allowing his fingers to trace your folds.  

“How can I ever get enough of you?” Simeon asks, while moving to strewn one of your legs over his hip. You bite your bottom lip feeling his fingers slip pass your folds and trail circles around your clit, checking to see if you are as eager as he is for a morning romp before everyone else is awake.

“Ah.. Simeon... I...” You catch his eyes with yours, and plead with him, wanting more of his touch.  

“Yes love? What would you like?” You wonder how an angel can act so sinful sometimes, even more as those fingers slip inside, you jolt when they curl, slowly very slowly he pumps his fingers. Enough for you to start feeling hot, you raise your head to meet him for a kiss. He picks up his pace with his fingers, and you muffle any moan into the kiss.  

Simeon swallows your moans, pushing you onto your back nudging your legs further apart as he shoves the blankets down off you both. You had barely realized how hard he is, judging by how he is already leaking with precum and throbbing from your sighs and moans in his ears and against his lips. Simeon pulls from the kiss to have at your neck until you gently push his head off.  

“Lamb?” You look up at him, and give him a smile of your own.

“I want to please you too for a bit. Will you let me?” He is confused until you reach a hand down to stroke his cock. Fingers tracing along the underside making him shiver.

“Only if I can do the same.” Simeon moves to lay on his side, head towards your groin, having you strewn your legs under his arms. You follow the way he is laying on your side and busy your mouth with kissing along his hip down so you can start delicate licks and kisses along his shaft. You laugh a little at how much he responds to your tongue on his tip, feeling it twitch as you circle the head. Your hands go down to pump the shaft and roll the sac below feeling him tense as he is more turned on than he wanted to admit.

Simeon focuses on the sensation of you pleasing him, his fingers pumping slowly into your pussy, even as he lowers his mouth to it, delving his tongue along your folds, spreading them with his fingers so he can push his tongue into you without a second thought. You taste sweet to him, and it takes a few tentative licks before he is pushing his tongue deep, like the manner he does when he kisses you. Swirling his tongue right, and if he didn’t have your legs pinned under his arms, he would have felt them lock around his head.

You trail kisses along the side of his shaft afraid to put him in your mouth in case you bite down. You nibble along the underside of the glands, then sweep your tongue across the tip. You note how dark pink the tip is from the brown of his shaft, you give fleeting pecks over the tip even pressing your tongue to the slit for more beads of precum. You are rewarded with sighed moans against your folds and Simeon thrusting his tongue into you, even with his hands gripping your thighs tighter, his fingers keeping your lips apart lapping at the hole he loves to tease.

“I can do this all day... just hearing you sigh and moan my name.” You hear his voice, and feel your face heat up.

Simeon shifts you both, and sits up, keeping your head to suck on him, while he encourages you to wrap your legs around him. You note the angle makes you take his cock deeper into your mouth, and relax your throat to take him further. You suck while Simeon uses his fingers with his tongue to pump both into you. You had sparked a frenzy in him, and you wonder how much longer before he loses his patience. You’ve only seen him give into his desires a few times that almost got you in trouble.

You didn’t have to wait long after a long lick you place from balls to tip following the veins to the very, very sensitive side of his tip. Simeon tugs your mouth off of him, and you are arranged on your side. Simeon lifts one of your legs, and holds it as he guides his cock into your waiting dripping core. With all the sex you two have had over the previous day half, you didn’t need to adjust.

Simeon thrusts as soon as he feels you squeeze around him, he is wild with his thrusts, you grab for a pillow to muffle your voice, aware that there are others in the Purgatory Hall again. You notice something about Simeon’s eyes as you peek up at his face. He is focused on your face, but his eyes seem hazy lost in pleasure.

“Are you alright Simeon?” Your voice breaks through the fog in his head, and he rests his head against your leg, fingers tapping your ankle as he regards you with a loving look.

“You feel so good, I got a little lost in the feeling.” Simeon lets go of your leg in favor of lifting your hips up to his, his hands finding purchase along your waist pulling you into each thrust he makes. You seek out the pillow hugging it to your face muffling your cries as best, until Simeon pulls it away from your arms, replacing it with himself. He lowers his head down and claims your lips in a passionate kiss.  

You wrap your legs around his waist holding onto him, letting him take full charge over you both. Simeon nibbles your bottom lip parting from the kiss, he feels incredible, but almost like his whole being is full of love and warmth. Something different than what he usually felt.

Simeon hears you cry his name in the middle of your kiss with him, he feels different with this session. Like your souls were binding together, you open your eyes to be greeted to the blue eyes that are inches away from yours. He lowers his eyelids as he parts from the kiss with you to press soft kisses over your face. One of your hands seeks his and laces your fingers together.  

You feel him move harder, his movements jerky and uneven. He was going to come soon, and you felt eager to feel him do so. You rock your hips up into his thrusts, you tighten your grip on his hand holding yours, he matches your grip. Simeon presses his forehead to yours, and you close your eyes finding his stare too intense.  

“Open your eyes please.” You feel your face burning, and you do so. You open your eyes and he thrusts in at an angle that makes your face twist up in absolute pleasure.  

“Is... it okay inside again?” His question is specific, and you nod. He sought permission each time before he came inside. You both know there is a risk to it, but you also remember the time you two spent caring for those little demons. How happy he looked caring for children, you wouldn’t mind if it is his child you carry.

“What would happen if I manage to get pregnant from all this?” You catch Simeon off guard with your question, you look up at him shy, and he only kisses you repeatedly. The feel of him a lot different, you felt him twitch from the question. Like he desperately wants to do this, the idea, the possibility. What it might spell for him as an angel.

“I will be by your side every step of the way. Are you afraid of that idea?” You think it over, he had slowed his thrusts down to a slow roll of his hips, almost pulling out of you, if you had second thoughts. You use your feet to dig into his hips to pull him back. He indulges with a gentle thrust in, changing the pace from heated and wild to loving, and sweet.  

“It scares me a little... would you regret that choice? I mean.. Lilith..” You are her descendant, Simeon caresses your face and plants little kisses over your face as he loves you more gently now. You arch underneath him, the angle being what he needed to reach even deeper, hitting a spot deep within that makes you tremble in his arms.

“If I fall as a result of loving you. Then I will gladly fall for you, endlessly. I chose love. You ask me if I regret falling in love with you, and creating a life. Never would I regret it, in fact I look forward to it.” Simeon presses his cheek to yours, mouthing kisses till he tugs on an ear with his teeth.

“Does it hurt if you fall?” You never want to cause him pain.

“Only at first, Lucifer and the others said their fallings only hurt during the change. If they were constantly in pain, we would see it right? They don’t regret their choices either.” You smile up at him, and place your hand on top of his lacing fingers from behind his hand. He picks up the pace longer drawn out thrusts, focusing on the pleasure now without worry of whether he was slipping too far away from above.

Your voice drawn out louder till he silences you with kisses, moans between them as he hits just right. You feel him so sure of himself, your heart full and your emotions overwhelm you. You feel tears at the edges of your eyes, a loving pressure in your belly builds till Simeon holds your hips down to keep you from lifting so much off the bed. You hear his sighed moans, he releases more of them as he chases his orgasm. Your hands find his back, you add fine lines to the center of it, you mind his shoulder blades, he had expressed how sensitive they are, you remember they are sensitive. You glide your hands down them and rub them.

What greets you is the sight of the angel lost to bliss, eyes closed as he pants and pushes down harder to you. You reach your orgasm first after a series of thrusts makes you lose control. You rub your fingers into his shoulder blades and earn his voice out louder than you have heard him before. His face flushed pink as he pushes deep and spills his seed against your cervix.  

Simeon promptly collapses on top of you, hugging you underneath him, his arms slipping beneath your back to hold you directly to him. You feel him press his face into your neck and nuzzle your cheek with his own. He keeps himself pressed to you, within you, he kept laying kisses everywhere his lips could reach. You keep your hands roaming on his back soothing the scratches you left, he practically is purring with affection. You shift underneath him feeling uncomfortable, but soon realize from all of your rubbing on his back he had gotten hard again.  

Simeon moves his head so he can look you in your eyes, your rubbing on his back had done something to him. He wanted a lot more that you had to offer. You offer a grin to him, and he lowers his head to kiss you again. He moves slowly, you are still sensitive to his touches and thrusts. Something felt more intimate when he was tender like this.

“Simeon... shower.. Please?” You ask, and Simeon nods collecting you into his arms. You both could get more wild with water, without the interruption of anyone listening in. You wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you and keeps you from slipping out of his arms. He manages it, and you laugh the entire time even as he pins you against the shower wall. A mischievious grin to Simeon’s lips when he turns the water on, you yelp at the cold of the water, seeking out his warmth. He gives you mercy turning to shield you from the spray, as he keeps you pinned between himself and the wall behind you. You roll your hips down, soon lost to his movements again.  

Simeon soon tires of the position, mostly trying to keep you from slipping, so he pulls reluctantly out. Guiding you down to your hands and knees. You look at him over your shoulder, questioning him with this position.

“Trust me.” You were about to say something, only to have Simeon push back inside of you; making up for the time he missed. The angle allows him deep, and your eyes widen when you feel him push as deep as he gets. The slap his his balls against your clit sends you spiralling into pleasure even with him grinding a few times. He uses more power in his thrusts this way, and he also might enjoy seeing you bowed before him, though the bowing you were doing was extra sinful as you bite into your arm to suppress your cries.  

Simeon keeps it lovingly in his unique way. You never feel sore, but what surprises you is how he leans over the top of your back. Arms wrapped around you from behind as he thrusts. Like he is mating with you now, you became aware of feathers surrounding both of you. You are shocked when you see white feathers with green tips, you made the connection to his feathers from his quill he uses. How you had never seen a feather like that before, now you understood where that feather was from, and Simeon can see the surprise in your face of him showing his wings this way.

You wish you could touch them, would he let you. Simeon can see the question in your eyes, and curls a wing down enough for you to touch a wing. Your fingers thumb through the edges of the flight feathers. You feel your angel though buck harder into you from touching a part of him he doesn’t reveal to just anyone.  

Simeon lowers his head to the nape of your neck, he kisses over it murmuring promises to protect you. Placing a love bite directly there; you didn’t realize how close you were to another orgasm until he bit you. Your hands clench, and Simeon takes your hand off his wing to keep you from pulling a handful of feathers out.  

“Again... once more.. My lamb.. Once more. I want you to cum for me. I want you to accept me into you...” Simeon trails off in his words as he snakes a hand underneath you both and rubs your clit, you whine at the sensitivity your body is feeling. How alight you feel from his touch alone, you focus on the pressure in your belly, ignoring the water feeling colder as you suck in a breath of air to hold. Simeon’s thrusts are harder, and you feel that swell.  

Moan after moan is torn out of Simeon his hands back at your waist, and he had straightened up to have a better angle to work with. His thrusts a lot harder, and a lot deeper, driving himself till the tip of his cock bumps your cervix enough.  

“A little more... just a little more...” You hear him sigh under his breath, he is burying his face into your hair, and listening to your moans as they fall from your lips. You scratch the tiles under your fingers as you feel a much stronger orgasm after the short one you had. Your eyes widen and they brim over in tears at the sensation that floods you of feeling so loved by Simeon. You don’t miss the groan he makes as you tighten around him, making it harder for him to thrust in.

Simeon keeps going through your orgasm reveling in how hot and wet you are around him, how you tighten and milk him of his cum into your body. You feel kiss after kiss on your neck and maybe a few bites as he spends himself within you.  

You lie there underneath your angel, you reach a hand to his feathers and glide your hand across them, seeing how they sheen under the water and light of the sun peeking into the bathroom. You focus your eyes on the very ends of his feathers, the faint green at the tips meeting white. Beautiful but your eyes focus a little more and see at the bases a touch of grey almost black. You ignore it for now to not bring it to Simeon’s attention during post-coital.

Simeon pulls himself free of your body, and reaches to turn the heat of the water up more as he begins washing you and himself up. You relax as you see him will his wings away, but his halo remaining. He looked every part of an angel, he is an angel. You remind yourself that he is an angel. Something that is supposed to be sacred and revered with reverence. Yet here you are pulling one down the paths of sin and worry about corrupting someone so pure.

Simeon catches your gaze on the halo, and only beams brighter towards you. You finally have strength to sit up, being pulled into his arms, he washes over your hands while you use the foam to touch his face rubbing it and washing him equally. He lets you scrub his back, you snicker at his ticklish fidgeting, even as you are careful over the scratches you left.

When you both finished with the shower itself, Simeon turns the water off and wraps you both into a towel long enough to do so. You bury your face into his chest, and here he can tell something is off.

“Lamb?” You look up to his face, poking your head out of the towel he has wrapped around you both. You shake your head off the thought of the dark coloring his wings were getting. You hoped that was a natural color with him.  

Sensing your thoughts, Simeon does something you were not prepared for and flicks your nose. You clasp your hands over the end of your nose, and look up at him indignant about being flicked only to meet a stare you’ve seen with directed at Satan and Beelzebub. A little bit of anger hidden behind his calm eyes.

“You need to stop thinking like I am regretting my choices... I love you... even if it means I can’t return to the Celestial Realm. I choose you. I choose us.” Simeon’s voice has that edge at the beginning. You nod frantic, when his voice softens, he cups your face and keeps you staring into his eyes.

“I know you noticed. I won’t lose my wings. Remember the others still have theirs?” He thumbs away a tear that streams down the edge of your face. When did you start crying.

“I am afraid.. You'll blame me for it... or others saying y-” You are stopped by that raise in his eyes, his palms on your cheeks. You keep your eyes on Simeon’s not wanting to look away, more you can’t look away. The gentle touches on your cheeks, his eyes betray his emotion, and before you know it he takes both sides of your cheeks and pinches them pulling just enough.

“Not another word about me potentially regretting being with you. If I so much as hear you say otherwise I will not only pinch your face, but I will make sure you know nothing other than my love till Diavolo can hear you scream my name in his castle. If I wasn’t sure about our path together. I would never have been with you from the start. If this means I lose my power to see into the future, I’ll be glad for it. I was miserable... it’s too quiet up there... I’ve grown to love it here with you, the brothers, everyone. I will not have you speak as if I regret falling in love with you. I do not regret it, nor will I ever. Now... understood? Or do I need to keep this up?” He tugs your cheeks again for good measure, and you shake your head no at questioning it further. He lets go only to cup your face and kiss all over it in apology for pinching them.  

“Mean...” You pout, turning your head only to earn a kiss against your cheek.

“Strict.” Simeon corrects you. You wonder if he truly means everything he says, about not regretting his choices. People can say it, but meaning it once it happens. Simeon pulls you further into his arms, enjoying the feel of you against him.

“We should get dressed so we can make breakfast, and be decent before Luke bangs on our door.” You move closer into his arms even at his urging to move.

“A little longer like this please. I want to feel you like this a little longer.” You wind your arms around Simeon pressing your face into his chest. The soft scent of mint waifs from the shampoo and soaps he uses. You feel him tighten his arms around you, resting his head on top of yours.

“Just a little longer. Don’t blame me if I want to take you again before we get dressed.” You pinch his hip for the comment, and smile into his chest. He guides you both from the bathroom to his bedroom to sit with you in his lap. Doting affection on your face, and feeling you in his arms.

You both playfully swat at each other when getting dressed. You caught Simeon with a towel, and he got your back with a smack on your rear that will be hard to sit through in classes. You finally pick up your DDD and answer the millionth call from Mammon. Assuring him you are okay, that you were spending time with Simeon without interruptions.

Simeon watches you calm the avatar of greed down with exasperated sighs of whatever he was going on about. You remember to pack the apron you were given by Asmodeus, to return it to him. It had been cleaned thoroughly.

You sit next to Simeon during breakfast, leaning on him in a contented way. Somehow you feel different from the romps you had this morning. Perhaps still riding on the high of all the love shared from the angel. A gloved hand rubs your shoulder, and you look up to Simeon.

He gives you a more reassuring smile as he lets you lean against him. Resting that way in blissful contentment.  

“Must be extra tired from all your late night studying.” Solomon teases you both from across. Your face darkens pink along with Simeon’s there was getting nothing pass him. He knew what you two were up to without fail.  

“Y-yeah. Simeon kept me awake with a few too many questions.” You play it off for the sake of Luke in the room. You move closer into Simeon’s side to avoid further questions. You were already bracing your mind for the millions coming your way from the demon brothers. Lucifer wouldn’t pry too much without warning you. Asmoedus though, he would be waiting for you on your bed for you to spill every single detail of your nights with Simeon between and out of the sheets. Maybe you could ask to stay another night with the angel.

After breakfast you find yourself alone with Simeon before you would walk to RAD, you had to be sure of something.

“Simeon? May I see your wings again?” You ask him, and he nods closing his eyes, he uncurls them, letting you touch them dry. They were a lot softer than you thought they would be. Almost like eagle feathers but a lot softer. You smooth your hands through them, sitting in Simeon’s lap. You look through them, preening them almost for the angel. Your eyes find the one that caught your attention when you were underneath him.

The one that had a black base to it, you see it had darken a little more. You frown, and look at Simeon. He only regards you with an unwavering smile.

“It’s begun already.” He says, he even looks through some of his feathers noting how some have a distinct coloring. Still greenish blue at the tips but almost gradient between black to white.  

“I...” You look down. You hadn’t mean for him to actually be falling, corrupting. You had heard Luke talk of it like it is such a bad thing to fall.

“What did I say earlier? My love? Don’t make it sound like I’ll regret this.” You hear him, and lower your gaze down.

“But you are falling... and it is my doing.” You feel yourself flipped and the surface of the bed below you now. You look up as Simeon hovers over you, his hands on either side of your head.

“And I told you, I chose this path for myself. The only thing that would make this terrible for me, is if you suddenly do not love me as deeply as I do you.” You feel kiss after kiss placed on your face.

“I just... hope it doesn’t end like Lilith.. Where you are..”

“Enough Lamb..” You look up at him. His tone alone makes you keep the remainder of what you were about to say swallowed on your tongue.

“That won’t happen. You know the cause of Lilith and why she was persecuted for her death. She did not regret her falling. Nor will I. Now.. I believe I should make good on my promise. That if you brought this up, I will make you scream till Diavolo can hear you.” You feel your heart full, you still harbor a little bit of guilt, but Simeon chose you. You also wonder how pretty his wings might be, will they still have their tipped edges with blueish green? Will he use one as a new quill.

All thoughts end when Simeon’s hands sneak under your skirt.

“Simeon! The others will hear us.” You plead.

“I don’t care. I have a promise to fulfill, to ensure you know how much I love you.”  Any further protest dies out when you feel a kiss along your neck again.

“We’ll be late...” You attempt, and Simeon eyes you.

“I can live with that.” You bite your bottom lip as he breathes a hot breath against your ear, and you feel yourself aching already.

“Besides, I do believe you won’t be able to sit still in class if I leave you unsatisfied. That would be a sin in my eyes.” Simeon only has to press a few more kisses to convince you to slack off a bit more. How can you deny him when he says and does such sweet things to you.

You don’t even think twice feeling him again, or how your hands and fingers dig into his arms as he holds you underneath him. Even as you feel him fill you and all you can do is blush underneath him. You wonder if he truly wants one at the rate he keeps going.  

“I am hopelessly in love with you.” You hear murmured into your chest, and Simeon is nuzzling his face into your breasts. You smile noting how cuddly he is after each romp, like he makes up for all the roughness with being as soft and cute as possible.

Only time would tell if he can manage an impossible.  

[thewitchandtheassassin]

What Would An Angel Say, The Devil Wants to Know Part Four (Lena Luthor x Reader)

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three)

Summary: Why can’t you learn to control your emotions?

Words: 1576

Warnings: Language, angst, talks of violence.

Taglist:  @natasharomanoffswife @natasha-danvers @aaron-despair @username23345 @xjiasx @nowthisisliving27 @higherfurther-romanova @summergeezburr @marvels-writings @onlyafewfindtheway @captain-josslett @hayleyokami​ @aznblossom​

A/N: So I did a thing. And here we are.

-X-

Planning a demise wasn't terribly time consuming when someone like Lockwood was helping. Dastardly and vile, his ideas were straight to the point as you discussed your options. While you couldn't outright end the human's life with your own hands, he was quick to point out the most effective options that even a great angel like Lena couldn't stop. Cars were too uncertain and, while the elevator had been a good touch, something like that was too preventable.

"You need quick. Abrupt. No possible room for survival," Ben advised, sunglasses obscuring his face despite having no need for them as he eyed the blonde strolling briskly past you, none the wiser of your existences.

"True, but we have to be smart," you added, glancing around in search of Lena's tell: her "heavenly" glimmer.

"Yes, yes, I know. Your little angel is cunning but I think you give her too much credit," Ben replied, his eyes undoubtedly rolling as he sneered at the humans walking along.

Snorting, you jabbed your dagger into his side, ignoring his hiss of pain or the way he swatted at your hand. "No, I'm just not arrogant enough to underestimate her."

Your eyes strayed back to Kara as she slipped back into her office building and then - only then - did you seem the shine of the angel that often haunted your thoughts. The cretins of the earth couldn't see her but you could, her dark locks fluttering in the wind as she gazed back at you pleadingly.

Pieces of you hated her. Truly. Deeply. You would bear marks for the rest of eternity because of her.

But in the same token, you couldn't deny that your memories with her often left your stomach twisted in knots as you reminisced over the smile that made your heart ache. It hurt, remembering how things had once been. Before you were forced to fight with her; fight for your life.

You could see Lena's expression shift the moment it dawned on her who was standing beside you. The way her eyes narrowed and her lips pursed, defiantly glaring at the smug demon beside you.

"Uh oh. I think your little angel recognizes me," Ben cackled, fingers curled into a taunting wave.

Snarling your lip, you growled, "She's not my angel, you ass. Now shut up before I cut your fucking tongue out."

Ben clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "Testy, testy, (Y/N). Such a killjoy."

Cutting your eyes at him, your grip tightened on your dagger. "Shut. The. Fuck. Up."

You glanced back over to the building, but Lena was nowhere to be seen.

-X-

Querl studied his ward curiously, occasionally reading whatever Nia was writing though his stare always returned to the woman he was sent to protect. She was so entrancing and for once in his existence, Querl wished to be human again. If only for a day.

So enthralled by Nia, he didn't notice Lena's presence until her voice startled him off the desk he'd been perched on.

"Gods, Lena, you scared me!" he yelped, clutching his chest as he stared at the openly bothered woman.

"Maybe if you had been paying attention to your surroundings and not gawking, you would've noticed me," Lena scolded, though her words held no real bite to them.

"You seem troubled." Querl's brows furrowed together worriedly. "Are you okay?"

Shaking her head, Lena snagged her bottom lip between her teeth before sighing. "No. Complications have arisen and I'm unsure of what's going to happen."

"What complications?"

Peering over at Kara's messy desk, her nostrils flared slightly. "It appears (Y/N) has been given a helper. Lockwood."

Inhaling sharply, Querl's eyes flitted between Nia and Kara. "What should we do?"

"Be watchful. And careful. (Y/N) might have once been a friend but with Lockwood here, we must be vigilant or they'll both be dead before we can stop it."

It was difficult, accepting your new role in her life. Mortal enemies instead of teasing rivals you'd once been. Friends no longer, especially if you were willing to work with him.

A monster in every sense of the word.

"If she's working with him, you need to be careful. This seems way more personal than just an assignment," Querl advised sagely. "I want to believe it isn't but I can't imagine Ben will let this finish without trying to end you. Or having her try to kill you, to prove herself."

Your punishment had been no secret, most of the guardians far too aware of what your friendship with Lena had left you with, the bad blood thick and the scars deep.

"(Y/N) wouldn't..."

"Maybe the old (Y/N) wouldn't but now? Everything is different, Lena. You must accept that. Putting too much faith in her could cost us everything."

Swallowing dryly, the angel nodded. He was right...

She just wished he wasn't.

-X-

"We could always send a helicopter crashing into the building," Ben mused, scratching his chin thoughtfully. "If that didn't kill the human, surely the building collapsing would."

"That would kill too many others," you argued, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of your nose. "We're supposed to be discreet. Dropping a building on a bunch of them definitely wouldn't be discreet."

Lockwood shrugged, completely unbothered by his suggestion. "The human must die. At least we'd know for sure she was dead. Plus Querl's little charge is up there. Two sad, pathetic birds. One mighty stone."

"Not a chance, Woody, pick a new idea."

Ben sneered. He hated that nickname and you knew it, only using it to get under his skin. "Fine."

Smirking at his obvious annoyance, you peered up at the sky absently, noting the darkening clouds. You couldn't remember life as a human (if you'd ever been one to begin with) but you almost wished you could if only to feel the rain on your skin. It seemed like such a peaceful experience, the water trickling over flesh, soaking into clothes instead of rolling off dark wings.

"I'm going to see if I can come up with a better plan," you jeered, heading for the building before he could reply.

Stretching your wings, you kicked off the ground and slowly maneuvered to the floor your mark resided on, eyeing the oblivious blonde through the window. You were well aware you'd be attracting unwanted attention but you couldn't stand being around Ben any longer. If you didn't get a few minutes of space, you were likely to ram your dagger into his throat and send him back to the underworld without his body.

The shift of the air was apparent and you smirked knowingly at Lena's reflection in the glass.

"Stop smirking at me," Lena demanded, arms crossed in frustration.

Snorting, you twisted to face her, brow arching in amusement. "Or what?"

"You're working with Lockwood now?" she questioned, ignoring the challenge hidden in your words. "You hate that spawn of Hell."

You shrugged nonchalantly, peering at the throngs of people below. "He's my ticket to survival."

"He's a slimy coward who wants you dead!"

"Clearly so do you!" you shouted, eyes narrowing into a venomous glare dripping with disdain. "At least he's trying to keep me alive a little longer."

"You're an idiot if you really believe that."

Rolling your eyes, you inched closer to the infuriated woman. "No, I was an idiot thinking you ever cared about me, Lena. At least Lockwood doesn't lie to my face and pretend to be my friend."

"I am your friend!" Lena screamed, the green of her irises dissolving as energy flowed through her. "I don't want you to die!"

As if sensing the tension, the sky went alight with lightning as rain began to flow, startling the humans and hurriedly soaking them to the bone. If only it could wash away the anguish and pain twisting your insides; silence the beasts banging around in your head.

"Bullshit! You pretend to be some pure, precious guardian but you're really just as manipulative and cruel as every other angel. You think that energy of yours makes you above everyone but you're no better than me! And I should've seen that instead of falling in love with some white-winged bitch!" You shoved her, hard, barely containing the want to strangle the guardian who'd ruined you.

Fury washed over you in waves, rendering you heedless of the unwitting admittance that had passed your parted lips, only the sounds of your enraged breathes ringing in your ears. A flurry of emotions crossed Lena's features but you didn't care, simply wanting to either bolt away from the angel or toss her into the sun.

Whichever was easier.

"Y-you're in love with me?" she whispered, the power draining away and leaving behind imploring emeralds that were glassy with something.

The blood drained from your face as you poured through your last words. You had never meant to say that. Because you weren't in love with her. Couldn't be. There was no love in your heart, especially for her.

"I..."

Lena's fingers twitched, the urge to reach out overwhelming as she silently begged you to stay. To help her understand.

"(Y/N)-"

Shaking your head violently, you jerked backward. "No! No, no, no. I don't - I can't - fuck!"

Red lips dipped open but you didn't stay long enough to hear what she had to stay.

Fire erupted...

And then you were gone.

[hanatiny]

Bow To Your King

gif made by @/wooyoungs~

a/n: so uhh, I don’t know how to a) keep a schedule and b) contain myself... but I happened to be inspired by @galaxteez, so enjoy :)))

pairing: demon king!Hongjoong x f!reader

genre: smut

word count: 1952

warnings: sir kink, choking, marking/biting, exhibitionism, oral (m receiving), corruption kink, hair pulling, a lil bit of thigh riding, (vaguely?) implied breeding kink, implied minor oral fixation, strongly implied voyeurism, lots of praise and pet names, but also Joong is rough 😳

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If the you from a year ago knew what you were up to now, she’d laugh at you - and she’d have every right to. After all, somehow getting mixed up in underworld business and ending up as the demon king’s “prized possession” was certainly neither on your list of things to do in life, nor particularly believable.

No matter the circumstance he did love you to bits though, and he made sure you knew by whatever means he had.

But alas, here you were.

Kneeling on the ice-cold stone floor in front of Hongjoong’s throne, not obscured by anything in any way as you held his throbbing hard length in your warm mouth.

He gazed down at you, his eyes shining a bright red with desire while his hand tangled in your hair and you moved your head at a steady rhythm.

Neither of you paid any mind to your surroundings, lost in your mutual delight of each other as he let out soft moans of praise and your mind grew hazy.

"Ahh, you're taking me so well in your wet mouth baby...~ I'm gonna-"

He cut himself off and paused the bucking of his hips suddenly, forcibly stilling you with a tight grip on your hair as you whined in both confusion and frustration around his twitching cock.

Frustrated from having been denied the feeling of his hot cum sliding down your throat, confused because you missed the sound of the large door to the throne room creaking open just moments ago, so you didn’t understand why he stopped so abruptly.

You glanced up at your lover with teary eyes, his own furious ones focused on whoever seemed to have so rudely disrupted your moment of intimacy.

"I-I apologize for intruding sire, I didn't know... I just wanted to ask if-"

"If what, Seonghwa? If Y/n would sleep with you too, huh? Is that it?" Hongjoong interrupted the man in question with a snarl, glowering at him as his cheeks flushed crimson in response and he nodded sheepishly.

Hongjoong clicked his tongue loudly, "Fool! I suspect the other court members feel the same?" He left Seonghwa no time to collect his thoughts, already aware of the truth, "Bring them here, I want all of you to see how a king treats his princess."

You squirmed at his feet from the commanding yet eerily calm tone of his voice and the lack of hesitation in it, seeing no reason whatsoever to object while he carefully pulled you back up to your feet and onto his lap to straddle him, a sharp contrast to his previous treatment of Seonghwa, the poor guy nearly stumbling over his own two feet as he hurried to find the other six men as requested.

Despite his dark and rough exterior Hongjoong was mostly a soft and tender lover, to your initial surprise.

Only this time around, you had a feeling he wasn't going to be gentle.

Yet you didn’t mind in the slightest - on the contrary, you secretly loved whenever he treated you with a sense of possessive, inhumane ownership in bed. Everytime he did, you felt a little bit of your innocence slipping away, arousal already growing within you at the thought.

Hongjoong cooed quietly, breaking you out of your reverie, silently asking you if you were truly okay with what he was planning to do as he tenderly carressed your cheek. You nodded immediately, a smile growing on your face and your heart skipping a beat at his thoughtfulness while you leaned into his touch.

It was one of the many things you loved about him, you mused, how he'd sometimes show his care through the little things. You didn’t know you needed that in a person until you met him.

"You look like you're daydreaming again, darling. Are you sure you're alright~?"

You blushed as Hongjoong teased you, choosing to grasp his dark messy tresses in your hands and press your lips against his heatedly, prompting the immediate reaction of a pleased hum sounding in his throat and his hands gripping your waist tightly before he eventually broke off the contact.

Your pupils were blown wide with lust as you panted softly and blinked at him, seeing the way he was licking his lips before they shifted into a wicked predatory smirk, "Getting eager, hm? Really wanna show off how good you are for me, don't you princess~?"

His eyes flashed red again, darkness simultaneously coloring them as he gave you the simple command of "Strip," and left you speechless in the process while you scrambled to climb off of his lap obediently and do as told, the promise of your lover's rough treatment fueling your actions.

Hongjoong watched you with satisfaction and amusement both glimmering in his dark gaze as he thought back to how he had to convince you to let him kiss you just a few months ago, and by now you stripped at a mere snap of his fingers.

He had you putty in his hands and he positively adored this level of control he had over you when it came to the sexual aspects of your relationship.

You observed Hongjoong as he curled his finger in a 'come hither' motion, shocked by how casual he appeared as he did so - if you didn't know any better, you'd be saying he was about to meet with his advisors - and you climbed back onto him.

Your already dripping heat pressed against his thigh while you gasped and grinded against him briefly before he made you still as he flexed it beneath you, "Sir, w-what are you doing..?"

"What does it feel like hm~? I'm just making sure my beautiful princess is ready for what's to come~" He purred seductively, forcing your core to rub against his thigh more with his hands on your hips as his cock twitched slightly at how visible your enjoyment was.

"And I believe that you are~" In a swift and skilled motion, almost as if practiced, Hongjoong turned you around to face the wide throne room instead of himself and promptly impaled you on his dick.

A loud and whiny moan left you while he nipped lightly on your earlobe, "As much as I love seeing your beautiful angelic face contort in pleasure whenever I take you, I believe I should indulge them too... just this once~"

His tone was sultry and, combined with him stretching you so deliciously, instinctively made you screw your eyes shut upon realizing you once again, in your dazed state of mind, hadn't heard the door opening for the seven men now staring at the scene before them with their eyes wide and mouths agape, a few of them even sporting noticeable bulges in their pants already.

"Princess... Sir thought his instructions were clear." Hongjoong growled lowly near your ear, a hand wrapping around and applying pressure to your throat, coaxing a strained cry to fall from your lips while your eyes flew open again.

"I-I'm sorry, you were more than crystal clear..." You choked out in a mewl, refusing to meet anyone's gaze directly as his hips remained unmoving and the thumb of his free hand traced featherlight circles on your thigh.

You shuddered slightly on top of him as he gave an experimental thrusts upwards into you, his hand squeezing your throat with precisely the right amount of force behind the action when you moaned quietly. "Good girl...~ Why don't you let them hear how good you are too, hm?"

"Y-yes sir..~ ah!" You squealed in surprise as you felt Hongjoong's lips suddenly latching onto the soft skin of your neck, locating your sweet spot almost immediately.

Highly pleased, he hummed and made a point of locking eyes with each present member of his court, his own orbs continuing to flicker a passionate red, while he sank his teeth into the sensitive spot near your collarbone.

It felt different, more intense than the normal hickeys he had given you plenty of before now. It throbbed lightly when he lathed his tongue over the newly formed bruise that practically burned itself into your skin, and you realized it'd be permanent.

He smirked against your skin when you cried out in both pain and pleasure and the other men's eyes went wide in surprise.

He was giving you the demon mark.

Your walls clenched involuntarily around his length as you whined from the sensation on your neck.

You were his queen in all but official title now.

Hongjoong pulled away with a low hiss, pulling your body back and flush against his with the hand still wrapped tightly around your throat while careful to not cut your airflow off entirely, "Shit... seems like you really enjoy that huh? Sir is all too happy to oblige, babygirl~"

It was when he started roughly snapping his hips into you that you reached your breaking point, eyes rolling back into your head as it lolled forward from the amount of pleasure flooding your system while you whimpered pitifully loudly.

"Feels good when sir uses you, doesn't it? You're so beautifully snug around me, looking all fucked out already...~ But I believe I didn't allow this, doll." Your lover whispered threateningly, his free hand snaking up your bare back before grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking on it harshly, causing you to throw your head back with the most erotic moan yet while he showed no signs of letting go.

You mindlessly babbled out a breathy apology as he twitched within you and proceeded to decorate your neck with heated kisses and small love bites, "Ah, I'm-I'm sorry sir, princess just feels so good thanks t-to you~!"

"Queen," he corrected softly, only for you to hear before he grins sadistically with a strained groan, "if you keep tightening around me like that I'll have no choice but to cum already... Though you'll be good and take all of sir's load as you always do, I'm sure~"

You keened at the thought, body arching and presenting itself to your 'guests' when Hongjoong's hand around your throat let up in favor of dipping downwards to pinch and rub circles on your clit in time with his harsh thrusts.

"I knew it, you're just my precious, good little girl...~" He cooed while you gasped for air as he pressed his tip harder into the bundle of nerves that formed your sweet spot.

You finally couldn't take it any longer, your body convulsing above that of the demon sitting beneath you as he continued to fuck into you roughly before he stilled and released deep inside of you before wrapping his arms around your still shaking form to help you come down from your high, “Shh... I’ve got you, babydoll.”

You gave a soft hum filled with adoration in response as your lover’s attention switched over to the seven other men in the room, who you had admittedly almost forgotten were there, and your gaze followed his.

Although, now that you were a little more level-headed and not as deep in the throes of bliss as you had been before you could clearly see the stunned silence in their faces and the effect your impromptu show had on them in both their eyes and the tents in their pants, which they desperately tried to hide by means of their large coats - a futile endeavor.

A satisfied and proud grin spread across your features when Hongjoong addressed his court, a flicker of amusement visible in his eyes.

"Now, before you all leave... Bow to your king and queen. As weak in the knees as you are, that shouldn't pose much of a challenge~"

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