#Solomon just making himself hotter by the second

[misc-obeyme]

Lesson 36 spoilers below, including the locked lesson & hard lesson...

Sorry it's a little screenshot heavy but there was a lot happening in this lesson and I was having a lot of feelings. I think I screenshotted my way through the whole thing lol.

SO. MUCH. LORE.

We got so much lore!??!?!

Things I'm freaking out about:

Mephisto's whole lecture about the underworld and its rings

the fact that trains were seen as commoner's transportation 'cause they were used by demons who couldn't fly

SOLOMON (as if he wasn't hot enough) walking through all the rings of the underworld

Solomon just kinda laughing about it and then agreeing that it's really just a tourist attraction now???? THAT'S THE UNDERWORLD YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT.

He talks about the city of Dis which is straight up from the Divine Comedy. Does this mean Dante has been their resource all along?! That could explain Diavolo's Italian name...

Because he also talks about Minos who also made an appearance in the Divine Comedy... I'm just sayin!!

They said they're taking Lucifer to Cocytus?!? (Which is also in... you guessed it, the Divine Comedy. Where it's stated to be the home of traitors.)

Isn't that the same thing as the River of Lamentation?!?!

What're they gonna do, drown him???

Okay okay my list should have ended several bullet points ago.

(Though on that last one, if they're going full Dante, then they'll bury him in ice instead.)

ANYWAY.

Mephisto buying all those sweets for his little brother was the cutest thing ever. He needs to stop being precious. I was resisting so well and then he had to go and be a good brother and also be concerned about MC and ask if they were all right and yeah he's annoying but it's kind of endearing too....????

This whole part where he was just asking MC questions & worrying about them being hurt. STOP THAT. This is exactly the kind of thing I live for, you're doing on purpose, aren't you??

You are not supposed to care!

I warned you before to stop making me like you...

THAT'S IT. HE'S A KEEPER.

Also do you think that when they say commoners are demons that can't fly... are they saying that demons with wings are the only ones that can be nobles? Or are they saying demons with enough power to fly whether that's with wings or not? Because isn't Barbatos actually like a duke or something? Are you really gonna tell me that guy is a commoner? Even if he does work as a butler... maybe it doesn't count 'cause he can portal himself around?

But also! We know Mephisto is a noble so does this mean his demon form has wings? I thought for sure they were going to go with a tail.

BUT ALSO ALSO do the bros not count? They should all be nobles, but they clearly aren't, but they also aren't commoners? Maybe they're neither 'cause they're fallen angels? And we know three of them have tails, so...? I'M CONFUSED ABOUT HOW THIS WORKS.

Okay, sorry I'm getting off on a bit of a tangent here. There's just so much info that we suddenly got in this lesson about the world! And while I've been wanting more such stuff, I was hoping it would clarify some things not make things more confusing.

So anyway, there's a whole lot of underworld which they've mentioned before but only briefly, so it was cool to get more info on that!

Don't worry, Luci. MC has to travel through time as well as space and I don't think a trip through the underworld is going to cut it. I like it when you compliment Solomon, though.

I don't know how to tell you guys that the idea of Solomon walking through the underworld and laughing about it later makes me insane. So I'm just telling you straight out. I'm insane about it.

Are we still talking about the underworld? Because when I hear "tourist attraction" I tend to think of things like the world's largest ball of twine, not playing chess with Minos, Judge of the Damned.

That whole phone conversation with him was just so good. I know I recently wrote a whole post about him being sus and he still is because it's him, but do not misunderstand me because I love that man. I love his cute little laugh that he always does.

Then again, he's clearly terrible at lying. Good at just not saying stuff maybe, but lying directly? I'm not so sure...

So anyway, Lucifer's gonna be executed, huh? I like how both he and Mephi were like nope Diavolo is gonna fix this. They have such unwavering faith in him, it's precious.

Also, I LOVED THIS ENTIRE PART.

Lucifer saying he knows? He knows, but this is home now for him and his brothers? And then MEPHISTO coming right back with then you should understand why MC wants to go home??

I was not expecting Mephistopheles to understand and be concerned about MC wanting to go home like that. It wasn't something like yeah you should go home you're a human and don't belong here. He didn't say anything like that at all. It was just immediately like you must miss your family. Mephisto confirmed family man!

HARD LESSON: Solomon was being a complete menace. He locked Lucifer's brothers in a room??? What's he gonna make them do!? Eat his cooking?? No, he gives his cooking to people because he loves them and wants to make them happy. So it can't be that. My mind... it goes to dangerous places... why did they have to cut off the lesson without telling us what Solomon's intentions were??

...

I wouldn't mind being locked in that room with them all, though.

Please take this selection of screenshots of him being insufferable with that cute lil smile on his face.

To be fair, he's not wrong... it was pretty funny.

I CAN'T.

Also in the LOCKED LESSON: Barbatos my true love. This whole interaction was amazing. Simeon and Luke are so cute. Diavolo clearly doesn't know Lucifer super well yet and it's so adorable watching him figure it out. And now he's all like Barbatos how can I fix this? And Barb is just like sorry it's too late. LOL he's so strict.

Dadbatos mode activated.

Luke my sweet baby angel, never change!

Diavolo's sad face is so cute, I don't know how Barb ever manages to resist it. I'd just give in to everything he ever wanted all the time. I also love how he is straight up calling Barb mean lol.

They both look so serious. Cut him some slack, Barb!

And lastly, I only wish to leave you with this:

Everybody knows nobody can make tea as good as Barbatos does. Not even Lucifer.

Don't be angry, Luci. You're no Barbatos, but I'm sure your tea is delicious.

[delphi-dreamin]

The First Time They Danced

Without Lucifer threatening to kill her

Word Count: 1016

This is the second part of my First Times series. This takes place at Diavolo's birthday party in S1.

“How have you enjoyed your time in the exchange program so far?” Simeon asks, his hand lightly resting on Delphi’s waist as he leads her around the dance floor.

She gazes up into his eyes, blue as sea glass, and smiles. “It’s been a wild ride,” she chuckles. “But I think things are gonna be okay from here.”

Simeon nods, his own serene smile faltering for just a moment. “I noticed you have a new pact mark. Belphegor?”

“I think it’s his way of trying to apologize,” Delphi confirms.

“Putting himself completely at your mercy does seem to be an excellent way to show remorse for his actions,” the angel muses. “There’s only one of those brothers you haven’t made a pact with yet.”

Delphi’s eyes widen. “Do you mean Lucifer?”

At Simeon’s nod, she casts her gaze down and laughs shakily, “Lucifer wouldn’t make a pact with me. Or with any human for that matter. How long has Solomon been trying? And he still hasn’t managed it?”

Simeon chuckles, “Yes, but Lucifer doesn’t trust Solomon. Most of his brothers don’t.”

“What are you saying, Simeon?” Delphi asks, searching his expression for any clues at all that might tell her what the angel might be thinking. But he’s a closed book, as usual.

Just as Simeon is opening his mouth to reply, the song ends and a red-gloved hand is tapping on his shoulder. Delphi doesn’t have to look to know who it belongs to, but she does anyway. Lucifer stands just over Simeon’s shoulder, his night-black wings spread behind him and a hint of a smirk twisting his lips as he sees her look up at him.

“May I cut in?” he asks, his tone less of a question and more of a demand.

“Of course,” Simeon replies, his serene smile back. He brings Delphi’s hand to his lips and places a delicate kiss to the back of it before whispering to her, “Don’t discount yourself.”

She can feel a blush rising in her cheeks as Lucifer bows, then takes her hand. She curtsies deeply in response, taking her position in his arms. She doesn’t expect it, though, when he pulls her flush against him, looking down at her with a wry grin.

“This dance is performed as close as possible to your partner,” he says, his tone teasing.

Delphi can feel her heart hammering in her chest so hard and fast that she’s sure Lucifer can feel it, too. She keeps her gaze turned away, whether unwilling or unable to look the eldest in the eye she isn’t sure, but if she even tries she feels her face burn even hotter. His gloved hand rests in the small of her back, and she can feel one long finger dipping dangerously close to the waistband of her dress, making her heart hammer impossibly faster.

As the music begins, Delphi realizes that she actually recognizes it. She looks up at Lucifer with wide eyes and asks, “Did you do this?”

“Did I do what?” Lucifer responds with a smirk.

The high wind and the low strings dance around each other in an almost sorrowful way as Lucifer begins to lead her around the floor. As the Cursed Lovers’ duet rings throughout the ballroom, everything else falls away, leaving only her and the eldest of the demon brothers floating around the dance floor as if on air. Everywhere their bodies meet is aflame when she finally looks up into his crimson eyes and is met with his fond smile.

Her heart flutters at the sight, his divinely sculpted features soft only for her, only in this moment. Did he know that his eyes contained volumes? That she could read the affection contained within them? Does he know how much hope it gives her? And how much it’s going to crush her when all of this ends and they’re no closer than they are now?

But as she gazes up into them, she finds she can only continue to get more and more lost in his eyes.

“You’ve truly flourished here, Delphi,” Lucifer says, voice pitched low enough that only she can hear. “The best we could have hoped for at the beginning of the program was for you to survive the year and go back home to the human world. But you truly found a place here, among my brothers and me.”

She laughs bitterly, “Not like y’all made it easy. At least one of you fought me every step of the way. More than once it was you, Lucifer.”

His answering chuckle has her stomach doing flips. “You're absolutely correct. I think the majority of the time, it was me. Some of that, I stand by.”

He spins her around in his arms, watching her brilliant smile with poorly concealed wonder until she resumes her position. He leans his head down to her until his lips are just above her ear. Softly, he mutters, “However, there are many things I’ve said and done in the last year that I deeply regret.”

“Lucifer,” Delphi breathes, a shiver running through her at his warm breath tickling her ear. She can feel goosebumps blossoming down the exposed skin of her back and arms, and a familiar warm thrum beginning on her right inner thigh. “I-“

Just as she begins, the music ends, as does their floating course around the ballroom. She sighs. Without the cover of the music, Delphi swallows back what she’d been going to say. Instead, she looks up to see him considering her, his brows furrowed. She frowns, stammering, “W-what? Do I have something on my face?”

“No,” Lucifer chuckles, releasing her from his hold. “It's nothing. You look lovely. Enjoy the rest of the evening, guest of honor.”

Delphi’s heart falls as he withdraws and she's left alone on the floor. She watches, her chest heavy, as he makes his way through the crowd to a small gathering, at the center of which is the demon prince. She lets out a bitter huff as she turns to make her own way off the dance floor.

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[genevievemd]

Open Heart: Sara’s Version

(In chronological Order, some fics listed twice as they have multiply years in them)

Three Birthdays, One Love: a glimpse at Genevieve’s birthday throughout her residency.

Your Midnights: Two New Years, four years apart.

A Mile High: Bk 1, Ch 10 - Gen struggles on the flight to and from Miami, and is met with unexpected comfort from Ethan.

Tattoo: After finally spending the night together, Ethan discovers Gen’s hidden tattoo.

Ethan texts MC while on a terrible blind date (set at the beginning of book 2)

The Heart Wants…: After going on a terrible blind date, Ethan agrees to meet up with Genevieve. But it’s harder than they both imagined.

The Exception: Set after chapter 5 of book 2. Ethan finds out that MC (Genevieve) kissed Bryce at the music festival and is heartbroken at the thought that she’s moving on.

An Ocean Away: After helping Gwenyth Monroe, she invites the team to attend the “Influencer’s Ball”, where Ethan and Gen wrestle with their feelings for each other.

A Call to Arms: After Ethan’s reset continues to fall short, Genevieve gives him an ultimatum

In My Veins: Ethan finds himself in a bar, trying to get Genevieve out of his head.

Three Birthdays, One Love: a glimpse at Genevieve’s birthday throughout her residency.

Long Story Short, Chapter One:  Ethan is struck with jealousy when he sees the woman he desires with someone, he thinks, is new. Aka Ethan meets Patrick. (Set during Gen’s second year)

Wave of Gray: Ethan deals with his feelings after the attack.

A Picture to Burn: While secretly staying at Ethan’s apartment after the attack, she discovers something she shouldn’t.

Forever Winter: After the attack a month prior, Ethan worries when Genevieve doesn’t embrace the holidays like she usually does.

Peace: After dropping Louise off at rehab, Ethan has a startling revelation.

Everything Has Changed: Now that her second year is over, Ethan realizes its time to make their relationship official, AKA Ethan finally asks Gen on a real date. Prequel to Begin Again

Begin Again: After months of waiting, Ethan finally asked Genevieve out on a real date. Their first offical date.

Long Story Short, Chapter Two:  Gen finally reveals a painful part of her past to Ethan. (Set a month after their first date)

Long Story Short, Chapter Three:  While on a trip to see Gen’s hometown, the couple run into another one of Gen’s exes.

Breathe Through: When her anxiety rears it’s head in the middle of the night, Genevieve realizes she finally has someone to lean on.

A Conversation With His Father: While visiting his father, Ethan comes to a realization.

Gen gets jealous after a random girl DM’s Ethan

Three Birthdays, One Love: a glimpse at Genevieve’s birthday throughout her residency.

Like the Leaves: Gen discovers that not everything is like it used to be.

Kicking it Up a Notch: (NSFW) the first time Genevieve sends Ethan a spicy photo, and things go from hot to hotter,

A doctors from Solomon Kenmore Messages G, insert Jealous Ethan

Resolutions: It’s New Year’s Eve 2020, Ethan and Gen spend the holiday on a romantic getaway. Where they both make secret resolutions.

MC’s 101 Days of Smiles Summary: One post a day, for 101 days, with something that made MC smile.

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Evidence: Though he’s asked her not to mention it, Genevieve insists on celebrating his 39th birthday – even if it’s just for a moment.

A Moment of Peace: A continuation of Day 20′s 101 Smiles post, in which Ethan comforts Gen.

Four Letters: A mini fic to go with Day 26 of Genevieve’s 101 Days of Smiles

Love Letter: It’s Ethan and Genevieve’s first Valentine’s Day as an official couple.

Their Forever: Ethan had a terrible day, and MC surprises him with dinner.

The Balcony: Two years after their first trip to Miami, Ethan and Gen return for another conference and enjoy a quiet night on the balcony.

Long Story Short, Chapter Four:  While at a conference in Miami, Gen runs into her most recent ex.

The Talk: Ethan and Gen discuss their future while at a conference in Miami. Follow up to The Balcony

The Diamond: MC and Ethan come home from a charity gala, and the night takes a surprising turn. (aka the man proposes)

The Year Between [April - July] Summary: Following their engagement, Ethan and Gen navigate the year between the ring and wedding.

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Meet the OC’s

The Year Between (Season 2) [July - May, series end] Summary: Following their engagement, Ethan and Gen navigate the year between the ring and wedding.

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Meet the OC’s

Gen asked Ethan if he had a “work wife”

MC’s 102 Smiles  Summary: One post a day, for 102 days, with something that made our new bride smile

All Edits

Bullseye: It’s Ethan and Gen’s first date night as an officially married couple, and they spend the entire time flirting

Texting Dr Simp

Something About You: (NSFW) While on a group trip to Cape Cod, Ethan and Gen find a way to get some alone time. (Set in Day 91 of 102 Smiles)

Checking in With the Ramsey’s : A quick check in with newlyweds, Ethan and Gen – and it’s date night! (follow-up to 102 Smiles ahead of the next part of the series, ‘tis the damn season)

A Weekend Away With the Ramseys

‘tis the damn season  Summary: The final 8 months of Ethan and Gen’s first year of marriage

All Edits

Sunset Glow: (NSFW) At the end of a long work day, Ethan finds himself distracted by his wife.

Lover: (NSFW) Ethan spends the evening worshipping his wife on her birthday.

Absence Makes the Heart (part of ‘tis the damn season)

Chapter 1: The Decision

Your Midnights: Two New Years, four years apart.

Snowy Thoughts: Gen watches Ethan play in the snow with their niece.

A Special Gift: Gen and Ethan have a special gift for their parents on Christmas morning.

A Christmas Elf: Gen surprises Ethan at the hospital with lunch… and their 4 month old daughter dressed as an elf!

Perfect Little Family: Ethan visits with his daughter on a break from work.

[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

[sevendeadlymorons]

A male mc where they have had a shower and thought there door was locked and comes out but naked. And one of the brothers and undateables (? 0 clue what to call them) comes into there room. They are buff and big.

LAST ONE WOO

I actually really like this one tbf so ig it’s leaving the best till last, eh?

Brothers + Undateables Reaction to Accidentally Seeing M!MC Come Out the Shower Naked

WARNING: Vulgar Language

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Lucifer

Really wasn’t his intention to walk in on you, he just wanted to give you some work but now he’s staring at you with your dick out

Very quickly averts his eyes, but not before doing a quick double take of your body, viewing your toned arms and strong thighs

Takes in all your muscles and how defined your stomach is and obviously how big you are down there

Shakes the thoughts away and says he’ll come back later when you’re decent

Decides to stand outside your door until you invite him back in so his brothers don’t come in and see you

When he’s called back in, he simply acts like nothing ever happened; trying his best to keep his eyes away from your pelvis area

Mammon

Boy can’t knock for shit so barging into your room only to see you soaking wet and without a towel, well, it wasn’t exactly something he thought he’d be seeing any time soon

Practically whips his head around to give you your privacy, and just talks to you like that, way too embarrassed to even move

Yells at you for not locking your door until he gets yelled at back for not knocking

He can feel his cheeks getting hotter as he hears you grab a towel and wrap it around you, allowing him to turn around and see your body, ripped with muscles

Can’t stop stuttering as he attempts to walk out the room, completely forgetting what he came in to say

Sits by your door because he doesn’t want his brothers to see you half naked, plus he just gotta wrap his head around what tf just happened for a second

Leviathan

He doesn’t know why he didn’t knock because now he was staring at you with your chest and cock out and he just didn’t know what to do

Took him a few seconds to snap himself out of it and run out your room, slamming the door shut behind him in embarrassment

He doesn’t really leave though, he just sits there until you allow him to go back in

He can feel his face burning up and his hand shake when you call his name, slowly stepping into the room to see you shirtless; your stomach and pecs on show

He can feel his heart pound in his chest as his eyes involuntarily wander over your wet, muscular body

Has to sit down and process the situation because he was absolutely going to faint otherwise

Satan

Walking into rooms unannounced wasn’t really his thing but he honestly thought you two were close enough to just do that now so he thought why not

Immediately sees you butt naked; no towel, just a whole lot of skin and dick

Apologises and covers his eyes, walking out quickly and standing by your door until you’re ready

Has to process what he just walked in to, his cheeks slightly red and his ears burning up

Comes in when you’re decent and couldn’t help scanning his eyes up and down your body, admiring your muscles

Forgot what he came in to say in the end but he enjoyed the show at least

Asmodeus

To be fair, he may or may not have heard the shower running and still walked in anyway just to find you staring at him naked

He may be the Avatar of Lust but he knows how to respect people’s privacy. He puts his head down and turns around as soon as he sees you

No he does not leave the room because he has shit to tell you, but he won’t look, that’s for sure

He can feel his face turn pink as soon as he begins to hear a towel get wrapped around you

Turns around when told to and thoroughly enjoys the view of your muscular stomach and arms, loving the sight of your thighs and calfs too

Sits down on your bed and helps you choose an outfit while he tells you what he came in for, his eyes partly still admiring your toned body

Beelzebub

It was the one time he forgot to knock before coming in and he regret it entirely when he came face to face with your nude body

His face flushes red and he apologises as he steps out the room, sitting at your door like a guard dog so none of his brothers can walk in on you

Can’t shake the image of your body out of his head and it sorta makes him feel bad for walking in on you

Comes back in when invited and apologises once again, but this time scans over your body, gazing at your muscles that were still drenched in water

Feels his face turn red again so he offers you some of the food he bought to ease the awkwardness

Tries to move past the whole situation but he just couldn’t ignore the way your body looked in just that towel

Belphegor

Very rarely knocks when he enters your room and he was pretty tired so he didn’t exactly notice you until you told him you was currently naked

Being the cheeky shit he is, he turns around to check and yep, you were definitely nude

Gives a half arsed apology and buries his face into the pillow, attempting to hide how red his face was

He could feel his face get hotter when he imagines you putting on a towel right next to him

Turns back around when gave permission and just stares at your stomach and all the muscles on your body, a smirk on his lips

Couldn’t really care less if you were just in a towel, he’s still going to drag you in to cuddle

Diavolo

Lucifer told him you were in your room so he decided to go say hi, completely forgetting to knock and ultimately catching you getting out the shower

His face burns up and he averts his eyes immediately as soon as he realises you were standing right in front of him with nothing on

He tries to forget the situation and talk to you but you could hear it in his voice how embarrassed and stuttery he was as soon as his eyes had met your toned chest and arms

The sound of just a towel being wrapped around you doesn’t help his nerves

You tell him it was ok to turn around and his entire face was red and he had this sappy smile on his face

Apologises for intruding and says his hello’s, then leaves the room flustered

Barbatos

Knocking was in his nature but he felt you two were pretty close so didn’t knock for the first time, and he really wished he did now as he stood staring at you with your cock out

He apologises, then promptly gets himself out of the room and waits outside until you’re finished

Curses at himself for a while for intruding in on you but moves past the situation as soon as you let him back in

He can’t deny that he couldn’t help taking a quick peek at your body and examining your defined muscles whilst you was talking to him

Brings out the tea he’d bought and tries to make the situation less awkward for you

Simeon

Came round to ask you how to work his phone but forgot to knock in the process, accidentally walking in on you completely naked

Walking in on you butt naked wasn’t something he planned on seeing today and to say he was flustered is genuinely taking it lightly

Walks back out immediately and apologises on his way, placing his head on the wall in embarrassment

The image of your muscular body flashes through his head and he shakes the thoughts out as soon as he hears you calling his name

Just smiles as if nothing ever happened but his eyes are no doubt lingering over your exposed chest and he can’t stop himself from blushing like a middle schooler with a crush

Solomon

Knocking isn’t something he does often honestly, so walking in on something inappropriate is common, but he really didn’t want to have to see you naked

He’s living for the sight of your toned body, but his face is hot as hell right now and he doesn’t know what to look at anymore

Walks out the room and apologises, telling you to call him in when you’re done

His cheeks turn bright red when he thinks of your body but god, was this an awkward situation

Tries his best to just smile and forget about it but he really had to limit the amount of times he took a quick peak at your pelvis

[bjy-on-ao3]

Kinktober 2021, Day 3

(As usual, you can find the AO3 version of all my uploads [and some things I don’t post here to tumblr] via my Masterlist blog page.) I read about spooning bondage while making my prompt list, and it sounded like fun to write. So we’ve got that mixed with some thigh-fucking here. Summary An evening with Solomon often meant experimentation. Sometimes that meant practicing spells, others that meant getting tied up and teased.

Tags/Warnings Blindfolds, Bondage. Creampie, Gags, Kinktober, Kinktober 2021, Oneshot, Prompt, Reader-Insert, Shameless Smut, Vaginal Sex

Kinktober 2021, 03: Bondage (Reader x Solomon | Obey Me!)

You paused at the edge of the bed, feeling it brush the back of your legs. You were lucky not to accidentally tumble backward onto the sheets as thoroughly distracted as you were by Solomon’s lips moving against yours and his hand on your waist. Clinging to him as if desperate until the kiss was broken from the need for air, you were left panting and flushed, heart thudding in your chest as you looked into cunning eyes cloud with desire.

You moved to kiss him again, but Solomon didn’t return as expected, much to your dismay. Instead, his fingers danced beneath your clothes, swiftly stripping them away. He tossed most of them into an untidy pile, placing one garment you were almost certain was your panties aside mindfully. With a fleeting look of craving, he pushed you gently, urging you back onto the bed. You fell down onto your back, scooting up the bed and sitting up on your palms to watch the snowy-haired sorcerer.

When your eyes moved to him, Solomon seemed preoccupied, gathering something from beneath the bed. His glance flicked up after a moment of search, meeting your curious stare. “I won’t take long. Can you roll over and wait for me?” he asked nicely.

Pursing your lips and furrowing your brow as you pondered what he had planned, you agreed with a quick nod, flipping over and easing yourself onto the sheets. You waited, enjoying the cool sensation of the bedsheets on your overheated skin. You tried not to think about the slick, pulsing heat between your legs or how pleasant but agitating the brush of the bedding against your pebbled nipples was.

Solomon’s fingers found your arms in a soft, firm grasp, and you nearly jumped. He guided them above your head, laying your cheek flat on the sheets without them to brace yourself with. There was an urge to twist your neck and see just what Solomon was doing, but you ignored it, trusting that whatever he had in mind was nothing to be worried about. You were used to Solomon giving you a surprise here and there, some of them greater than others, but almost all enjoyable, whatever they were.

After your wrists were pulled together, the coarse texture of what you could only assume was some kind of tether or rope coiled around them. The rope was quickly tied, tight, but not enough to chafe or sting unless you struggled dramatically. You wriggled your hands and fingers, testing the bonds curiously.

Solomon moved on, trailing his fingertips teasingly down your skin as he dipped toward your legs. He gathered your ankles next, and the same sensation of coarse ropes wrapped around them, a bit looser than the ones around your wrists. You tested those gingerly, too, finding them comfortable enough as well, and Solomon moved away. When your focus turned from the ropes, you noticed Solomon had come back into line of sight, and you eyed him with continued interest. He bent down, giving you another much quick quicker kiss, and lifting your head up. When the kiss came to an end, he slipped a band over the back of your head and slid an accompanying blindfold down over your eyes.

The blindfold left you in comfortable darkness, resting against the sheets, waiting for whatever came next. With only your ears to rely on then, you listened to Solomon walk around the bed, before feeling him climb onto it from the opposite side. He grabbed you around the waist, carefully coaxing you to roll onto your side so your back faced his chest. When you obliged him, he moved closer, and the heat of his own naked body greeted you. You licked your lips in anticipation, wriggling unconsciously against your ties.

Releasing your waist, Solomon pressed two fingers against your wetted lips, and you took them in, sucking on them for a second before he drew them back. Quick he replaced them with some sort of makeshift gag, a wad of cloth whose texture was suspiciously alike to the panties you had worn. You made a muffled noise of half-hearted protest at what you suspected was his choice of gag but made no attempt to spit it out.

Deciding you were bound well enough, Solomon turned to indulging himself, teasing you in the process. His fingers stroked along your skin again, light and unhurried. Starting at your neck, they swept down your body, pausing at the swell of your chest to grope and squeeze in a way that made you arch your back and moan into your gag. A stifled squeaked to squeeze past your gag when he tweaked your nipples roughly, before moving on again. His lips brushed your ear and jaw, and you could feel a smile on them

He continued, massaging your stomach and waist and hips, before one hand ghosted over the top of your inners thighs, alternating from one to the other, just as light and frustrating on either side. His other hand migrated back up, returning to cup your breast and roll the nipple between his fingertips once more. You squirmed against the ropes, against Solomon’s body, and into his teasing hands, wishing he would touch your boldly.

He chucked behind you, warm breath washing over your cheek. “Eager?” he asked nonchalantly, as if he had no idea what his touch did to you. “You’ll have to hold on a little longer,” he added, the hand on your thighs caressing a little more roughly, closer to their apex for a hopeful instant, before drifting away.

You whined petulantly, the sound almost completely drowned out behind the gag. As much as it frustrated you, Solomon was determined to tease and take things slow, the anticipation only making you feel more turned on as the seconds and touches went on. For a time, his hand crept too far down your thighs for your liking, and you let out another muffled sound expressing your displeasure. Another sharp pinch to one of your tits distracted you from the less than pleasing behavior of his lower hand, and you arched back into him.

When his hand moved back up between your thighs, finally dragging in an agonizingly slow line up your slit, he ground himself against your backside. Before, when you had squirmed and bucked into him, you had felt evidence of Solomon’s arousal. Now, though, he was using his erection as purposely as his fingers, just another tease and torment you with, while eliciting more pleasure for himself at the same time. It left you little way to turn his game in your favor, left only with the option to play along. He added his teeth and tongue, moving from soft kisses on your neck and jaw to sharp nips and sucking marks into your skin. Combined, all the sensations drained away whatever resolve you may have yet held on to. It reduced you to groans, writing needily against the sheets and his body.

You longed for him to stop playing with you, to fill you with something, whether it was a toy or his fingers or cock. You longed to escape your ropes and pin him down to the bed and give him a taste of his own medicine. To tie him up and take your time until he hadn’t a coherent thought left in his head, save for the thought of your body on his. But none of that was up to you, and you were left little time to dwell on what you wanted to do to him while he continued to torment you.

His hips pushed harder against yours, and his cock slipped between your thighs. HE thrust lazily, the heat of his erection brushing your dripping lips. You clenched your hands into fists as Solomon thrust, working into a slow rhythm, each roll of his hips rubbing him against your cunt, but granting you little satisfaction. You wanted to shout, to demand that he just fuck you already, but any attempts to speak only came out as muffled gibberish.

Finally, though, he granted you some form of reprieve when his fingered dipped between your lips, finding your clit and rubbing in tight circles. Your eyes rolled back for a second beneath your blindfold, and you arched into his touch again, chasing the new friction. It wasn’t long before your hips rocked as readily as Solomon’s, and he moaned against your neck. The sound struck you in the gut, adding to the fire mounting from his touch and the teasing rub of his cock.

He bucked harder, faster, and so, too, did you, bent on following the pleasure to its peak and beyond. His hand on your chest switched back and forth, more uncoordinated and less careful as his moans grew in your ear and his breathing hitched. You whimpered, an airy, almost pitiful sound that nearly cut through the gag, dancing just before the point of no return you chased so madly, the feeling coiling hotter and tighter until it all exploded.

When your orgasm swept over you, your cunt clenching frantically around nothing and your hips rocking wildly into Solomon’s fingers, you heard his breathing reach a fever pitch. His cock twitched hard against the lips of your cunt, and he shifted himself urgently, guiding the head of his length to your hole. He thrust up into you, hard and fast, and you cried out into the gag all over again from the intrusion that gave your pussy something to cling to.

He thrust a few more times, still rubbing your clit dutifully, before he stiffened, biting down lightly on your neck. A few more hard rolls of his hips, and he pumped you full of his cum in hot spurts. The sheer obscenity of your muffled groaned mixed with Solomon’s equally primal one sent a shiver through you, even as your orgasm wound down.

Solomon lay still after he had come, his fingers easing to a stop and then pulling away from your clit. He breathed hotly against your neck, his head tucked into the hollow there, his hair tickling your sweat-slick skin. You felt hot, over-sensitive, and sticky, your breathing matches Solomon’s own taxed breaths. He withdrew slowly, and you shuddered again at the sudden emptiness, feeling a trickle of cum seep down your thigh.

He kissed the marks he’d left on your skin, the touch of his hands returning to being light and gentle, soothing skin assaulted beforehand. “You always take my cum so well,” he murmured in your ear in praise, the affectionate lilt of his words starkly contrasting their lewdness. The words elicited another comfortable shiver, and he laughed, kissing your cheek.

Solomon’s hands left you, and the familiar sensation of magic in the air met you. In an instant, the ropes binding your limbs vanished as if into nothing. He likely hadn’t felt like bothering to untie you in the traditional fashion. You laughed weakly at the thought, moving to pull your blindfold off as Solomon withdrew the makeshift gag from your mouth. With a quick glance, you confirmed it had been your underwear as you thought.

Your wrists weren’t completely free just yet, though, and Solomon languidly captured both in a hand. “When’s it your turn to get tied up like that?” you complained playfully, craning your neck to glance back at him.

Solomon smiled, answering you without skipping a beat. “When I’ve had enough of you like this,” he assured you confidently. “And I haven’t had nearly enough yet.”

[odissey061]

Kinktober, day 13

(The previous work will be posted when they are ready. I want to continue with my planning even if I skip some day and the delayed works will be posted later)

Fandom: Obey me

Simeon + seduction

 Seducing an angel was harder and more complicated than she thought. In her mind the equation being virgin for centuries led to being easily tempted, but the reality was really different: Simeon's second name was still Chastity. 

She even asked Asmodeus for help, but it didn’t work. Wearing a mini skirt or a top that left almost bared her chest was the same as wearing a nun's dress. Simeon still gazed in her eyes and he would have done the same even if she was naked. The only time he noticed her peculiar style, he put his white robe on the shoulder, saying:"You must be cold. Wearing such thin and short clothes in winter is bad for your health, you should dress up more the next time". Confessing that he was gay, would have hurt less!

One day, Solomon talked with her:"Did one of your tentatives of seducing Simeon successed?". "Was that obvious?" she wondered surprised, then she sighed:"Yes, I suppose it is, the only oblivious is Simeon". "From your answer I deduct that you only collected failures" he assumed. Did he have to turn the knife in the wound? She remained silent, so he continued:"Have you ever tried watching things from a different perspective?". Why couldn't he go straight to the point, instead of playing with words? He was so exasperating! "What do you mean by this?" she questioned and he said:"You behaved like you were dealing with a human, right? Showing off your body is a clear message and men catch this, but Simeon is an angel and he doesn't think like us". In that moment, she understood what he meant:"So I have to change strategy! Thank you for your help, Solomon". She exclaimed as she ran away, kissing her friend on the cheek. Maybe Solomon wasn't as bad as the brothers thought. 

Like a general who discovers that his enemy is harder to take down than he thought, she spent a whole week thinking the strategy. She observed really carefully the angel, noticing every single change of his expression and, in the end, she understood what she had to do. The best way to conquer an angel is being sincere and open with the emotions. The first step to do was make Simeon understand that she wanted a different relationship with him.

She asked Luke if he could help her to bake some dessert from the Celestial Heaven. She felt slightly guilty for instrumentalizing the son of the angel she wanted to conquer, but then she made up with the excuse that in love and in war everything is allowed. For an afternoon they occupied the kitchen -every time Solomon stepped in, they sent him back too afraid that he would have ruined the dessert with just his presence- and, when the sun was going to set, everything was ready. She was extremely satisfied with the result and she hoped that Simeon would have liked too.

When she entered in the angel’s room, her heart skipped a beat: Simeon was sleeping. The head was placed on crossed arms and the computer was still working. In the background, there was a piece of classical music -one of Chopin's nocturne, if she was right. He was sleeping so peacefully that waking him would have been a shame, so she placed the tray on the desk and she sat on a chair, watching his sleepy face. Her heart tightened seeing how beautiful he was and she grabbed her wrist to restrain herself from caressing the soft skin.

Maybe it was wrong taking advantage of a sleeping person, but she leaned on him and she pecked his lips, whispering tenderly:”If only you could understand how much I love you”. And she left the room. Simeon widened his eyes, his cheeks were burning red. He… He didn’t see that coming!

 In the next days, Simeon changed his behavior: every occasion was perfect for skinship, his smiles became more tender and gentle and he invited her more often to Purgatory All. 

One day, they caught rain as they walked home and, when they stepped inside, she sneezed thrice, shivering. Simeon gazed at her and, for a brief second, his eyes were stuck on her body: the white shirt was tight to her body and he could see the red underwear. Bad angel, bad angel! He scolded himself when he forcefully tried to tear away the gaze. He was so embarrassed that even his ears were blushing. 

"Wear this as I prepare a hot bath for you" he lent her some clothes, gazing in the opposite direction. She chuckled:"Simeon, it's okay. You don't have to be so embarrassed about the state of my shirt, because, you know, as you saw my underwear, I can see your body as well. And I'm really enjoying the view". And with Simeon's most awkwardness, he recognized that the wet cloth revealed his chiseled chest and abs. She gazed at him like a starving child glared at a candy: with utter hunger. 

"Y/n!" he exclaimed scandalized and he escaped in the bathroom. He tried to calm down his quick heartbeat. He quickly washed with cold water: his body didn't show any sign of life, but his skin was hotter than usual. He knew what she was going to do and he saw through her previous actions. He had always called her "little lamb", but he undervalued her: he was the innocent, little lamb and she was the hunter! 

His self commiseration lasted until he heard a crash in the kitchen, not caring about what his demise -a white towel on the waist- could have awakened in her. 

"Little lamb, are you okay?" he worried when he saw her bleeding fingers. How could he treat her wound when they didn't have a medical kit in Purgatory All? "I'm fine, I'm sorry I broke the mug: I was trying to make hot chocolate, but my hands were wet and the cups slipped" she explained embarrassed. Everything was going fine until she slipped with the mugs. 

"We don't have a medical kit, so I'm going to heal you as best I can. Sorry if it's a bit embarrassing" he prevented, preparing himself for what he was going to do. He took her bleeding fingers and he carried them on his lips, then he licked them. Angels' spit could heal wounds and he was going to help her and not because he wanted to take a small revenge for earlier. Or this was what he tried to convince himself. They were in a critical situation where a single move misinterpreted could have led to a situation in which neither of them wanted to stop. 

"... Simeon…?" she whispered and the angel noticed that her eyes became darker. If someone would have stepped in that moment, they would have definitely misunderstood: she was sitting on the ground, the clothes a few sizes smaller, and Simeon was knelt in front of her, a towel half undid, sucking and licking her fingers. 

I'm healing her, I'm healing her. He didn't dare to gaze at her, knowing that if he had done, all his efforts of being pure, would have shattered. 

"Now your cuts are heal-" he tried to speak, but he could end the phrase. She grabbed him by his hair and their lips met in a fervent kiss. "Simeon…" she whispered his name as she undid the clothes. His tongue enveloped hers and he placed his hands on her bra. It didn't matter who started that game of seduction, because now they were stuck in an embrace that neither of them wanted broke. 

The towel came off and her hands went his ass as his undressed her of her clothes. Useless to say, they didn’t talk that afternoon and for a long time the only noises in the kitchen were the squelching sounds and their breathed names.

Later Simeon confessed that he saw through her attempts at tempting him from the first day and she exclaimed that he could have told her that he knew. Seducing an angel wasn't as hard and more complicated as she thought: wearing a mini skirt or a top that left almost bared her chest or the equation being virgin for centuries led to being easily tempted were not completely wrong, she just missed a very important thing. For celestial being like Simeon, doing a kind of activities without love, was simply unthinkable.

“I hope you are ready, Simeon, because from now on I’m going to tempt you harder, now that I know your logic” she teased him and Simeon answered back with the same teasing:”I’m curious to know how will you react if I try to seduce you too”. And she remained silent. Imaging a person like Simeon who seduced someone made her heart skip a beat. The glint in his blue eyes suggested that she wouldn't have to complain later.  

Solomon and Asmodeus were sitting close on the bench and the sorcerer showed the opened hand. Snorting, the demon gave him five hundred Grimms, then he pouted:”How could you win? I was sure that they would have had sex after at least six months since the day they got together”. Solomon smirked satisfy:”Even if Simeon is an angel, he’s still a man and as such, he had some difficulties at restraining himself when the girl he loves tries to seduce him with every means”.

[sopxhiea]

Wicked

Alfie Solomons X Reader

Enemies to Lovers!

Warnings: Large age gap.

Summary: Alfie and Y/N learn to keep face in between their loved ones but the truth soon threatens to come out. Unavoidable consequences are quick to follow.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

“At least put your guards down for me.”

“You know our love would be tragic.”

The sound of barrels rolling on the ground is all that can be heard while someone toys with the paper in front of them. There’s silence but it’s not the comfortable kind, it’s the kind that makes small beads of sweat form on Ollie’s forehead while he waits for someone to speak from the other end of the room.

Alfie stares straight ahead.

Your brother is nonchalant about the situation that’s going on, thankfully. He looks at the paper in front of him and reads it, over and over again before sliding it back to its owner on the desk. Your eyes never meet his.

It’s the meeting you dreaded. You and your brother had been called to Alfie’s office to renew the contract your father had made, it was inevitable and even though you’d spent last night on Alfie’s bed while he found ways to make the meeting go as smoothly as it was humanly possible, you find yourself to be nervous.

Jack, your older brother by a couple years, is not fond of Alfie even though he’s grown up in front of him like you did. They used to get along, you think, until Jack realised that he wanted much more than what he had and ruined anything good in his life after everyone you and him were related ended up under the very soil you walked on.

It’s a tragic story, really but not a story one would be able to make out after taking a look at you. You both look like posh high class citizens, which you are but there’s more to the person you are than what you look or act like. Alfie knows that well.

It had been going well.

You’d managed to hide the fact that you’d been waking up with the very enemy before you for the past four months, there was not one track you left that would enable them to trace things back to the two of you. It was also rather surprising, just how long it had lasted for the both of you.

And you’d fallen, slowly.

It was your fault for thinking so much about him. You knew it was inevitable, you falling for him, that morning where he had cooked you breakfast, you knew that you’d fall for the bear of a man if you didn’t end it right there and then but you didn’t have the heart to do such damage, not to him.

Anyone who knew you well would just laugh at your face if they’d heard just how gentle and kind you were with him. You were usually the one to be cruel, to dismiss any feeling and get on with business but you’d gotten carried away with him, your heart was taking the lead on something in your life for once.

Your guards were still up but they were much weaker when Alfie casted a look on you. They didn’t have the stability and power they once possessed as he worked through every little puzzle you presented to him with yourself. He was much more patient than you’d thought he’d be.

“It looks alright to me..” your brother spoke as Alfie eyed him, he’d never been fond of the young lad since he was much more careless than he should’ve been.

Your brother turned to you and you nodded before speaking. You wouldn’t tell him that you had revised the terms more than twice with Alfie before and that was why they were clean cut and done well according to your brother’s needs. You saw the surprise in Jack’s face due to how understanding Alfie was being and silently thanked him with your eyes before speaking.

“Yes, I don’t see why we need to delay the signing of the contract any further.” the words were breathier than they should’ve been but Jack was too daft to catch on anything unlike Alfie who found himself to grow hotter at the sight of you.

In the last months, he’d seen you in many scenarios but this was the most professional and uptight he’d seen you be in a while due to your brother’s presence. He’d seen you moan his name while your nails dug into his skin, sometimes you’d smile at him in your bare glory in the mornings. He recalled the times you’d play around with Cyril while waiting for the food to cook but you were far from any of those women now.

You are the enemy.

It’s impossible to miss the lines of hate and spite Jack feels towards the man in his eyes. You don’t blame him for not liking Alfie since the family and business history always complicates things. He’d never been the sharp one in the family either so you see the reasoning, although you don’t agree.

Alfie sees your attachment to your brother, him being the only alive one out of your family despite how useless he usually is. He’s not built for this business, everyone knows that but your dead family possesses way too much power for anyone to speak ill of you or your brother. 

But not Alfie.

You know the rumours about him to be lies, mostly because you’ve gotten to experience his kindness in the last months and also because he’d never been that way to you. Ever since you’d known the man as a teenager girl, he’d been the only sane person around including your family in this shit hole.

You and your brother soon sign the deal and shake hands. You don’t miss the glisten in Alfie’s eyes when his hand touches yours and you thank heavens that Jack is entirely too daft to miss it. Alfie’s hand caresses your waist and your eyes widen but he lets go after a squeeze and you realise that Jack has already made his way downstairs.

“Nice job being subtle.” you speak but he senses the sarcasm. He doesn’t lean into kiss you or caress your arms like he usually does when you’re both alone. You see the glint of amusement in his eyes and he speaks.

“Jack’s one daft fuckin’ lad, yeah..” he chuckles while his voice fills the oak walls. You nod at his words but the silence is soon to follow.

“Yeah, he’s not the one for details.” you speak and your voice echoes in his mind for a while for the sole reason of missing you.

“Luv, I-” he speaks but you’re fast to cut him off, there’s a million dollar smile on your lips as he looks at you, clearly taken back but he knows you know what he’s about to say.

“I need to leave, Jack might get suspicious soon.” you say and your words are like glass, cutting through his inked skin as he nods. He knows Jack probably things you’re discussing something about business.

You know what he’s going to say, he’d said it last night in a mere whisper when he thought you were sleeping. You’d pretended not to hear it but the words had been haunting you ever since.

There’s no goodbye this time when you leave through the front door.

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Things tend to take a left turn when you think they’re going in the right direction. The room is filled with the kind of energy you remember would fill the walls when your father would scream at you. Cyril is hiding somewhere upstairs to get away from the shouting and the cries that leave your mouth each time you try to explain something to Alfie.

It was one of your worst traits, had always been. You’d cry when you weren’t able to express yourself clearly. Anger and frustration would peek through your eyes and the rest was a fountain of little glass pearls.

“We can’t keep-” your voice is soft and shaky and this time, he’s the one that raises his voice at you.

“Ya’ were the one, yeah, fuckin’ givin’ me the idea in the first place.” he says, his voice booms through the corridors of the large house, you feel smaller than you already are from the one end the of the room as he stands in the other.

You know he won’t hit you but the fire in his eyes is not the kind you’re used to seeing.

“I know that. I just think I’m getting-” you try to speak but he cuts you off. It’s only his voice and eyes that make you feel a tiny bit of fear. The rest of him is calm, he doesn’t seem angry or sad, he’s just confused as to why the conversation is taking place right when he was about to confess his love to you.

That’s what he’d whispered against your skin last night when he thought you were sleeping.

“Wha’ the fuck are you gettin’ love?” he asks, voice in the usual tone as he tugs at his beard.

You could say many things: you were getting tired of him, of his affection. Maybe, he thought, you were getting bored. 

“Attached.” you speak, your voice is low but he hears it and feels his heart stiffen. It’s his fault for thinking that things would go well.

He then stills for a while like the ocean at sunrise. He’s calm s he stares right into your eyes, he knows now for a fact that you’re starting to have feelings. He sees the fronts you’re still able to put up, your guards are not down despite tears rolling down your cheeks. 

It’s too late, he thinks. It’s too late for you to get out of this mess both of you managed to create.

“At least put your guards down for me.” he speaks, no swear words or a harsh tone this time as his voice fills your ear. The voice you were once so desperate to hear. You still are but you can’t help but feel helpless.

This is the first time in a while you’ve felt this helpless.

You try to explain yourself to yourself first, tears covering your face while you start to pace around the room. He sees you close down further and go down a hole that would be highly damaging but he watches for a second, he watches the face you show no one else but the mirror.

Your small whispers and sobs fill the room this time as Cyril comes out of one of the rooms, the animal can see the tension is no longer there but it’s something much worse.

It’s heartbreak, the one thing Alfie has so desperately tried to save you from.

“I-” you start speaking but the words escape you. Alfie’s quick on his feet as he reaches for your small form in the other side of the room. He wraps his arms around you and you feel yourself get engulfed by his embrace.

He smells of vanilla and rum.

You’re lost in time at that second as his embrace is all you can feel, it’s all you want to feel. As you slowly calm down, your hands hug him back. His soothing whispers fill your ear and he’s soon to realise that you’re trying to deal with much more outside of this situation you have with him and this argument is the last drop.

You let him take control when he sits down on the large sofa you made him buy for his living room. He pulls you into his lap and gives you another engulfing hug. It makes your heart ache, that there had been no one before Alfie to care about you, let alone care about you the way Alfie did.

His lips meet your temple and hair every now and then, he plants gentle kisses and feels your breath calm down with every soothing whisper that leaves his mouth. You soon collect yourself, the shock of being seen by someone finds your little heart and sends a wave of fear through it.

To be truly seen by someone.

You lift yourself up from his lap but his hands catch you by your forearms. You stand up right in front of his seated figure. Even though he’s sitting, you can’t help but realise just how big he is compared to you, you dismiss the thought of him on bed like you’d seen him yesterday with a shake of your head and start speaking.

Your voice is not a whisper anymore. It’s the you he knows.

“I better leave.” you speak but he doesn’t understand. He knows you need to be taken care of, in every which way and he’s willing to do that.

But he also remembers the rule. 

It’s the one thing you’d asked from him and from yourself, the game was played with two souls and you were also to blame. You’d blamed him for some time, for getting so carried away with everything but you were quick to follow his drunk in love steps. 

You knew you were falling in love because it was something out of a dream for you. It was intense and painful, you dreaded the times you’d see the real truth behind his eyes, that he loved you back because then it would just be a tragedy. Your heart was okay being the one in love, you could work it out on your own but his silent pleas telling you to stay told you just what you needed to know.

That he was just as mesmerised by you.

“Alfie, listen-” your words cut through his whispers, telling you to stay but he stands up right in front of you and towers above you soon after the words leave your lips.

“No, luv, you fuckin’ listen.” he says right into the room, you can hear him loud and clear while he stands just centimetres away from you, holding you by your arms.

“This, yeah, ain’t somethin’ you can just throw in the fuckin’ garbage.” he says, the voice that used to feel like pure sin now just feels like glass cutting through your skin.

He’s right. You know he is.

This the thing your mother had warned you about before she disappeared into nothing. You know she’s in hell somewhere for the things she’d done, looking up at you and cursing for just how silly you’re being, giving your heart to this man.

“We said-” you speak, trying to reason with him and you try to lift your arms but his gentle grasp prevents you and he looks right into your eyes as he speaks.

He needs you to know.

“I know what we fuckin’ said, right, I was right there, luv and I remember it clearly.” he speaks, there’s a billion emotions swimming in his blue orbs while the afternoon sun hits him in a way that makes you think he’s out of this world. He feels like it.

“Too clear for my own fuckin’ good, yeah.” he says and lets go of your arms. You can see the conflict on his face, morphing with worry every now and then.

You don’t speak for a while but watch him fight with himself, the mighty Solomons is having a mental conflict right before your eyes. There’s not much to be said, you know that. It was the one rule in a very dangerous game you proposed and you both dismissed it, now you’re deep in a hole that can either be lethal or beautiful.

You speak your mind since nothing else makes sense as he stares right at you. Your voice is shaking again. “You know our love would be tragic.”

A few tears find the corners of your eyes, you don’t let go of them because he’s watching. You want him to think you’re stronger than you are but he already knows that you’re stronger than he’ll ever fucking be. You sigh and look at the walls after the words, a thousand sobs align at your throat but you’re not letting them go. 

“Ya’ didn’t think I thought of that?” he speaks, walking towards you until he’s towering above you like he usually is and you look up at his saddened face.

“We were supposed to be hating each other.” you say while staring right at his chest since it’s at your eye-level.

He is the enemy.

He’s the person you were designed to hate. Your father had made you into a business machine that functioned well but he had forgotten one thing, that you thrived on danger. Alfie was exactly what he had told you to steer clear from and now, you knew why.

It doesn’t matter that your heart soars at the thought of the man before you nor does it make sense. You know nothing is enough to create an exception when it comes to enemies, it won’t count that you’re in love or that you crave him and him only. 

It doesn’t matter that he makes you happy and that he makes you laugh. It doesn’t matter that Cyril already thinks of you as his mom and Alfie’s house is decorated with the things you bought him. It doesn’t matter that no morning is good if he’s not next to you. 

Because he’ll always be the enemy.

“You’re th-” you speak but he mimics the way you cut him off and holds your chin up so your eyes meet his.

“The enemy. I know, luv.” he says and you feel his hot breath against your face. 

You shake your head at his words, teary eyes meet his merciful ones and you feel your guard come down, little by little. You want to curse at your damn self for being weak at the sight of him, for bowing down at every little action of kindness this man has shown you.

“We don’t get to fall in love.” you shake your head at your own words as Alfie listens. He always listens. “You and I, this isn’t how things are supposed to be.” you speak once again, eyes closed as you try to make sense of things.

Before Alfie had jumped on a chance to be with you with no strings attached to the either of you, you’d done the proper calculation of outcomes the situation would bestow upon you.

There would be heartbreak and grief in most situations. You saw versions of you not getting attached to him, this would just sail smooth and when the deed was done, you and him would go your separate ways. There were other situations. You’d leave him for being a dick or he’d leave you for being a bitch. 

But he had done none of the things you knew men to be capable of doing.

He hadn’t shouted, the only time he’d touched you was with gentle hands of a simple caress. He’s kissed you hello and goodbye and bought you flowers and baked goods. He’d showered you with affection and compliments and he’d let you in.

 It didn’t matter how fucked up things were, he’d still let you in.

“Tell me how this is gonna work, right, and I’ll follow every fuckin’ rule.” he speaks against your face as you find yourself to be puzzled about the whole situation, the confusion is evident in your eyes.

“That hasn’t worked well before.” you speak and he chuckles feeling victory at the fact that you’re now looking more amused than sad. You watch the lines of worry transform into something else, something much more cheerful as his blue orbs stare at you.

You want it to consume you.

The nights filled with meaningless talk, the waking up together. You want to get lost in his touch and never let go. You want to wake up next to him and spend the day in bed. You know you’ll miss him, you’ll miss all of it.

The small touches and how he whispers your name into the night. You’ll miss the way he looks at you when he knows you’re in public and the way he manages to make your heart do multiple flips.

You know you can’t let go, not just yet.

So you curse yourself and all the mistakes you had done seem like a little one as you try to conjure up the courage to ask him one thing. It’s a mistake, you know that. You already know the man is in love and so are you even though he’s the one person you were supposed to steer clear form.

You’re to blame for the things that follow.

“Why don’t you stay the night..” a small pause follows “....so we can figure this out?”

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Stay safe and Happy Eid!❤︎ 

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[justauthoring]

no one can do it like me.

Request: okay but michael gray x solomons!reader sneaking around please 🥺

Pairing: Michael Gray x Solomons!Reader Word Count: 592 Please don’t plagiarize my work!

Notes: I have no real excuse for this.

“We’ll have to be quiet, darling.”

Snorting, you hastily pull off his suit jacket, the two of you never stopping your continues stumble backwards. His words are nothing more then a mere whisper, and if you weren’t so close, you’re damn sure you wouldn’t have been able to hear him. But the two of you are just a breaths away and his warm breath on your skin is making you hotter by the second that you can’t even think straightly.

“Maybe I want my father to kill you.” You tease lightly, pausing just a moment to mischievously glance up and meet his gaze.

Michael rolls his eyes at you, planting his hands firmly on your waist and tugging you forward with a scoff. You fall against him with ease, a light giggle escaping from your lips as you let your hands slip underneath his under shirt, trailing your fingers across his bare skin with a soft, gentle method. “Who would you fuck then, huh?” Michael calls back cockily, quirking a brow down at you before momentarily letting his eyes flutter shut at your touch.

“Hmm,” you pretend to ponder for a minute, placing a single digit against your chin and tapping slowly. Your eyes twinkle as you grin up at Michael. “I think anyone of your cousins would do me well. Your friend Isiah too is quite the handsome young man.”

Michael’s grip pinches, just slightly. Not enough to hurt you or leave a bruise, but enough to elicit a soft gasp from your lips as you jump in his touch. Your lower lips falls in-between your teeth, gnawing on it slowly as you gaze up at Michael through your lashes, not missing the dark look that bleeds into his irises. 

He scoffs once more, this time, a little more forceful. “None of them would be able to please like I can,” he says with ease, without doubt.

And to add to his point, he hikes your left leg up and thrusts himself directly onto you. You shiver at the action, cheeks flushing just a little and the sweat on your forehead beading as you lick your lips.

“Michael...”

You move to pull off his shirt but he quickly grabs a hold of your wrist, halting your movements and pulling your eyes on him. He simply just leans forward, pressing his lips to your neck for a soft kiss, before taking a gentle bite at the exposed skin. “Admit i’m right,” he echoes out huskily. 

Huffing, your shoulders fall; “Michael--”

“Admit that no one can fuck you like I can,” he repeats, this time more forceful, firm, pulling back to stare deeply and intimidatingly into your eyes. The look causes you to halt in breath, hands falling limp in his grasp as you feel every bit of heat head straight to your core. “And then i’ll fuck you better then I ever have before.”

“That’s a steep promise.”

“One i’ll fulfill.”

Smiling with a sultry look to your eyes, you move your hands upwards, making sure to move slow, before wrapping your arms around his neck. You lean into him, rocking your hips against his own and whispering a low, husky voice of your own; “you’re the only one that fuck me.”

Michael’s lips edge to a smirk.

“And no one can do it better then you.”

Shifting his grip to pull you flush against him, Michael’s hands start to edge your skirt upwards, a satisfied smile on his lips.

“Better cover those lips, love. Wouldn’t want your father to hear you.”

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[xfanfics]

Destiel Fic Rec List Part 1

Last Updated in October 2014. Posted in May 2020 for posterity. Listed in no particular order - the total rec list will have ~250 fics. Header graphic used with permission.

This part of the list contains: 48 fics.

Other Destiel Rec Lists: [1]. [2]. [3]. [4]. [5]. [6]. [7].

For Science! by pm_lo E | 21k | ABO, Omega!cas, Alpha!Dean,

Selected transcripts and supporting materials from Dr. Castiel Williams and Dean Winchester’s seminal study on physiological and psychological sexual response by gender designation.

Even though this is a dialogue/email text only story, I still very much enjoyed it and found it ridiculously hot. Maybe I'm just easy. (No I'm not. This fic is good, read it.)

Forget-Me-Not Blues by noangelsinthegarrison E | 68k | Firefighter!Dean, Professor!Cas, Misunderstandings, Mutual Pining

Sam and Jess are getting married and Dean couldn’t be any happier for them. Honestly, they’re kind of disgustingly perfect for each other and Dean’s pretty damn excited about staying with them the week before the wedding. He’s Sam’s best man, of course, and he doesn’t even mind that Jess has her own best man to share in all the organizational duties. The more the merrier, right? Except Dean must have done something to epically piss off the universe because Jess’s best man just happens to be Castiel friggin’ Novak. He’s got even hotter since High School, but apparently no friendlier and if Cas wants to spend the week pretending like they’ve never met before? Fine. Two can play at that game.

THIS WAS SO GOOD I'M TEARING UP. tropes abound and I love it!

Cops and Robbers by kinkstiel E | 53k [WIP] | Detective!Dean, Criminal!Cas, Top!Cas, Bottom!dean

They locked eyes for a minute and then Cas leaned back as far as the cuffs would let him go, spreading his legs obscenely wide. “I want you to suck my cock, Dean.” Dean balked, mouth going dry in a second, eyes slipping to the now visible bulge in Castiel’s suit pants. “Um,” he said stupidly, face flushing red, eyes unable to pull away. Cas hummed. “Depending on how well you suck me, I might just tell you everything you want to know.” He licked his lips, smirking slightly when he caught Dean’s gaze. “And with sinful little lips like yours,” he made a low whistling sound, “I don’t doubt you’ll get every last name out of me.

So very good. Love the dark and dirtiness of it. It does get lighter and sappier towards the end tho.

Cursed or Not ❤ by Ltleflrt E | 115k | witch!Cas, shapeshifter!Dean, switching

While experimenting with magic when he was a kid, Sam accidentally cursed Dean. Now, Dean is forced to wear a spelled amulet constantly, or he'll turn into a random animal. For a little over a decade, he's learned to live with the curse, and has even found it useful in some cases, but he sure would be happier without it. When he meets a witch named Castiel, he's offered a deal. Instead of assuming all witches are bad, Dean can spend a season getting to know him. If at the end of the season, Dean still thinks he's evil Castiel will send him away with his memory wiped of the whole experience. But if he learns that Castiel is not the monster Dean assumes he is, he'll lift Dean's curse. It's an offer Dean can't bring himself to pass up.

Literally perfect. Enthralling world, magical relationship.    

Surprise Package by wannaliveindeansdimples E | 3k | Hot, , Dom Cas, Sub Dean, Light BDSM

When Cas' roommate Meg has to go out of town suddenly, she leaves him an unexpected gift.

So so hot. Non extreme Dom!cas and sub!dean.    

Never Have I ever by sweetdean M | 78k | Fluff,  High School AU, top!cas, bottom!dean

When Jo drags Dean along to a game of "never have I ever" with her friends, he finds himself getting caught up in a lot more than just a game. “Never have I ever hung out with such an asshole,” Dean countered, positively shocked at his own sass. Cas smirked again. “Oh, are we hanging out now?fricken adorable  

Road Signs by gemmiel E | 9k| Canon!verse, true form

Dean is curious about how angels have sex. Castiel shows him.

Damn. True form, soul sex, and regular sex. Yes please.    

It's Brilliant, Really by snarkymonkey E | 15k | Fluff,  AU, Professor!cas, Stuntman!dean

Castiel Novak is a History adjunct at Stanford University. He's also the most patient younger brother. When his older brother, Gabriel, decides to start *wooing* one of his younger waiters, Castiel reluctantly agrees to double-date with the intended paramour's older brother. What he didn't expect, however, was how much his own life would flip over such a careless decision.

Adorable. Hot, and adorable.  

Gabriel's Unfortunate Mistake by JackHawksmoor E | 8k | Hot,  AU

an answer to a prompt: Gabriel decides to hire a prostitute for his virgin brother Castiel as a joke, but instead accidentally hires Dean, a professional Dom. The moment Dean first lays a hand on him, Castiel knows he is lost. Dean/Castiel AU.

Um mm.... Damn. That was hot. Newbie sub!cas and pro dom!dean    

Well-Beloved Unto Me by  Moorishflower E | 3k | Alt!Canon, tentacles

The Winchesters don't get rewarded for all the shit they go through, so Dean is understandably wary when a few recharged and promoted angels offer him and Sam the vacation of a lifetime. Title comes from the Song of Solomon.

True form. And sex. MY FAVE.  

How to Date an Angel in 12 Easy Steps by Fourthduckling E | 23k | Fluff,  Alt!canon

It's not that hard to date an angel. All Dean has to do is fight off hordes of vampires, research gay porn, get sucked into a crappy Narnia, endure Sam's comments, creep out on Dr. Sexy, get harassed -- oh, and that's right-- figure out he's into Cas. Easy, right?

SQUUEEEE. Perfect and cute and cuddly.  

Two Wrongs Don't Make A Right But Three Rights Make A Left by the0voice0from0above E | 45k | High School AU, Dancer!Cas, Welder!Dean,

The beautiful Garrison Ballet School becomes home to a reckless bunch of misfits after the Colt Welding Academy is severely damaged in a fire and has to close for repairs. Needless to say, Castiel and his friends clash with their unwanted guests but there's one boy in particular who infuriates him.

Dancer!au. Love it love it love it!    

Rest My Angel by cobalt_wings E | 86k | Fluff,  Season 9 AU

Angels are falling from the sky, and Dean is losing it. Sam is dying in his arms, and one of those burning, twisting figures blazing through the night air might be his very own angel, Castiel. What can he do to help those he loves?

Sex and domestic and lots of fucking. My fave.    

One Species Too Many by wallmakerrelict E | 21k | Fluff,  Alt!canon

While Dean is laid up for a month after breaking his leg on a hunt, Cas decides that it's a perfect time to adopt a litter of kittens. But even though he's gotten better since Purgatory, Cas still isn't quite the same as he was before fixing Sam's head, and being trapped in a cabin with him for weeks on end is making that all the more obvious to Dean. When Sam takes off on a hunt, Dean has to figure out on his own how to navigate his new relationship with Cas while also helping to raise a bunch of fuzzballs that aren't even cute. Not even a little bit. (Well, maybe a little bit.)

Team free will with kittens!! So fluffy and domestic but also a touch of angst.    

It's A Bet by vitamindesi E | 34k | College AU, top!cas, bottom!dean

Destiel College!AU in which freshman Dean is dared by his best friends to hit on senior Castiel at a party. He wants to say no but then someone starts a bet and Benny bets a sum that is ridiculously high for a student and Dean can’t disappoint Benny, right? I deviated only, but hopefully it suffices.

So fabulous and smutty I want to cry. Literally perfection.

Your Call Cannot Be Completed As Dialed by eBob, K_K_TiBal T | 66k [WIP] | Fluff,  College AU

AU in which Castiel accidentally sends a text message to the wrong number and befriends the person at the other end of the line. However, accidents don’t just happen accidentally, and sometimes two completely different people are exactly what the other needs.

LITERALLY THE BEST. So many feelings. I WANT IT TO BE COMPLETE SO MUCH. Abandoned WIP.    

Equinox by luchia E  | 12k | Alt!canon, time travel

In which Castiel is the weird time-traveling freak who just might be the love of Dean Winchester's life.

Confusing but perfect time travel fic.   

If I run by betty days E | 4k | Hot,  AU, sexting, long distance relationship

"Dean Winchester is a red-blooded American male. He lifts all the things. He aims for functional strength. He counts his macros and makes fun of curlbros. He is not a member of the Tarahumara tribe and he will not read Born to Run, no matter how many times Sam tells him to, because Starting Strength is the only book Dean will ever fucking need." Wherein a friendly competition with the mysterious ThursdaysAngel turns into a sexy selfie-trading spree that motivates Dean Winchester to train for his first marathon.

Soo. Hot. Makes me want to actually exercise?    

The Little Things by Alreadypainfullygone T | 2k | Angst,  Cancer, Major Character Death

Au based on 'the big C' in which Dean gets very sick, and deals with it the denial way. Meeting a homeless man on the way. Dean/Castiel Angst. Warning for trigger - Cancer. sorry if you think I dealt with it badly.

This is only 2.8k words, and yet it managed to make me cry.    

Do What Feels Good by  Catchclaw, cymbalism E | 12k | Hot,  Alt!canon, PWP

Castiel learns to love alone time in the shower. And then he learns to share.

Fuuuuuck that was hot. Castubation and shower sex is just so hnnnggg.    

All That Is And Used To Be by MisaChan E | 26k | Alt!Canon, wing!Kink

Dean never even knew anyone was living in the old estate outside of town until its mysterious occupant contracts his shop for a very specific job: a custom piano bench with grooves cut into the back. He finds Castiel and his terms to be eccentric with a capital E but the money is too good to turn down and anyway, Dean can't help indulging his curiosity about the guy and his secretive, isolated life. There are secrets that will not stay hidden and stories that refuse to be forgotten. Especially when they happen to involve Dean Winchester and the angel Castiel.

Ugh, I love this story. Concept, execution, and characterization are all perfect.    

Do I Have Something Like That? by MysticMoonhigh E | 2k | Hot,  horn!kink, wing!kink

based on the tumblr post I made: Does anybody know any demon!Dean fics where Cas makes Dean climax by basically giving his demon horns a hand job because I want this so badly out of lifE | I'm. I've read this about three times and I think I'm finally coming to terms with my alien biology kink. Hot. Wink!kink and horn!kink. Yes.    

The Doctor Will See You Now by  PetrichorPerfume E | 7k| Hot,  PWP sub!dean, gentle dom!cas, wing!kink

Dean has a medical kink. Castiel is more than happy to oblige. Starring Castiel as the slightly unorthodox Dr. Novak who enjoys prescribing enforced chastity and daily tease and denial sessions, and Dean as his needy, submissive patient who will do anything for a chance to come.

Wowowwowowow. Um. This was super hot. Nnnghhhh.    

Into Your Hideaway by thepinupchemist E  | 176k |Angst,  a/b/o, omega!dean, alpha!cas, mpreg

Driving down a deserted road in the Rocky Mountains, Castiel finds something unexpected: An omega. Not only an omega, but a naked, injured, pregnant omega. Dean doesn't talk much at first, but that doesn't change the brightness of his soul. It also doesn't stop Castiel from falling in love with him.

I just... Wow. This was an amazing story. Beware that it is possibly very triggering, because of rape, assault, violence, and general bigotry. But perhaps because of all of that, you get a story that is almost painful in its reality, and it is all the more loveable for that.    

The World Crashing All Around by thepinupchemist E | 36k| Alt!canon, best friends wing!Kink, kid!fic

During a storm in September of 1987, Dean and Sam hear something hit their roof. When they brave the backyard to investigate, they find a fledgling angel. A story about best friendship, spoiled plans, and love, in four parts.

OH MY GOD. This was perfect all the way through. From soul bonds, to slow burn, to growing up together as best friends, it's all my favorite. And it even has wing kink, which is literally the best.    

Share Your Burden by aTimeOfMagic E | 3k Hot,  PWP, Sub!dean, dom!cas

Set at the end of 'Are You There God? It's Me Dean Winchester.' 4.02. Castiel shows Dean that he deserves respect, and Dean comes to see that Cas is not, in fact, just a 'hammer'. He also learns that his 'people skills' are definitely not entirely 'rusty'.

Damn. Um, really hot. Also, unexpectedly sweet.    

Flawless by Vaerin E | 69k | a/b/o, accidental bonding, sub!dean, dom!cas

A contract is out on the Winchesters, a large sum of money the reward for throwing them off their game. A witch in the town they happen to be passing through decides to collect. She sets her sights on Dean, trying to seduce him into leaving his job to stay with her. When she can't even convince him to warm her bed, she decides to turn her job into his punishment. Knowing he fears commitment and can't stand the thought of being with a man, she works a spell between him and Castiel... the one friend he can call a safe haven. When they end up mated the next morning, not only does the Winchester family business suffer... but so does Dean's friendship with Castiel.

Cute long soul bond fic. Contains sabriel.    

Chasing Normal by Donovanspen M | 16k | Fluff,  First time, Cuddling & Snuggling

Dean reevaluates his definition of an 'apple pie life' and what that means for him, personally.

This is the definition of domestic fluff and smut. There's a wee bit of angst because hey, it's set in the canon verse. But so worth it.    

Hold On by somuchforbaggles E | 92k | Fluff,  Angst,   mental illness

Castiel is sure that nothing in his life will ever change. Everything that happens to him is predictable, from the stability of his job to the unrelenting sporadic anxiety attacks, he can rely on his life to stay the same forever - until he saves Dean Winchester from the path of an oncoming train. From then on, everything changes for both of them, and the only way they can deal with it is together.

Woww. This was an amazing ride. Angsty and fluffy, then angsty again, then back to fluffy. So good.    

I said to myself again by avyssoseleison E | 2k | Fluff,  Praise!kink, Self-esteem issues

Dean finally lets himself be appreciated and cared for by his angel.

Praise kink is my ultimate weakness    

The One Thing You Can't Lose by MajorEnglishEsquire T | 4k | Fluff,  Cuddling & Snuggling

You know what I like a lot? The thought that Dean can just tug Cas anywhere at any time and Cas, who can lift tons without effort, who can demolish things with the light of his grace, who has battled and gone to war, has defended and broken, will just let Dean do it.

fluffy love    

Spit Slick by VeraBAdler M | 1k | Fluff, , First Time

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A super cute fluffy little oneshot :3 (tags say 'happy sex' and 'sexy cuddling' if you need more to go on)  

Late Bloomer by somuchforbaggles T | 7k | Alt!Canon, Wing!kink, Wingfic, Soulmates

On every child’s seventh birthday, a celebration is held to mark the beginning of their journey as a fledgling - a sprouting ceremony. It doesn’t matter if the child hasn't shown the symptoms of emerging wings yet, for it is scientific fact that every child grows wings in their seventh year, sometimes even earlier. Castiel is not every child.

A coming of age wing fic. With mates. Basically, I'm in love.    

Sleight of Hand by aileenrose M | 64k | Angst,  Human AU, psychic cas, journalist dean

Dean Winchester has interviewed them all--mob bosses, serial killers, crooked politicians. Next he plans to unveil the con-man who markets himself as Castiel, a reclusive and secretive "healer" who claims to heal the sick in return for thousands of dollars. Dean's expecting a challenge, but he never expected Castiel to be so clueless or sweet...or that he might be telling the truth.

I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT THIS AU. The one where Dean is a skeptical journalist/professional idiot and Cas is a socially inept healer and mind reader. There's lots of angst, but the payoff is so worth it.    

Leaning In by Anonymous T | 15k | Hospital AU

Castiel never changed out his scrubs, Dean had a way of getting himself injured and Sam seemed to think it was a good pairing

Even though I have no idea who actually wrote this story, it's worth a read. I'm always up for a good medical AU.    

Someone I Forgot to Be by  MatildaMavis E | 36k Fluff,  Angst,  Human AU

Castiel is content - sort of - with his quiet life in Boston...at least, until his new neighbor moves in. It's Dean Winchester, the cliched long lost love of his life. Can these two idiots find their way back to each other after eight years, after fame and loss and heartbreak? After Dean has found love again with Cas' neighbor, Lisa? Fate can be a sadistic bitch, they've both learned that, but maybe they've matured enough to be able to handle it this time. The sparks, the attraction, the tension...or maybe not.

I thought this would be extremely painful, and it sort of was. But it was so worth it.    

Didn't Get That Particular Memo by Snarkymonkey E | 5k

Dean has worked with his best friend for years and maybe it's a bit more than that for him but not for Castiel, right? Right. And really, he'd feel so much better if Castiel would just get a companion already. Because it's not like Castiel actually wants him, right? Right.

Damn, that was fucking hot.  

Cas, You Had A Baby? by allthebeautifulthings9828 M | 132k | Fluff,  Alt!Canon, Kid Fic, Slow Build

At some point in every angel's life, raising a fledgling is required. Castiel's turn comes rather unexpectedly when his superiors hand off a newly created infant angel to him and leave him to raise it with all of Heaven's principles of blind obedience. He's not sure what to do, so he tucks the fledgling in his coat and goes straight to Dean and Sam Winchester. Together, Dean and Castiel hatch a plan to raise the fledgling away from Heaven's control. And soon, the angel Hael arrives with news that, after Castiel disappeared, she and four other angels ran from Heaven's oppression with their fledglings. Castiel finds himself the unwitting ringleader of angels choosing to raise their fledglings with the principles of free will. Is angelic parenthood too much for his deepening relationship with Dean? Who can they really trust? (Disclaimer: This story depicts fledglings consuming honey for the nourishment of their undeveloped graces. Human babies cannot consume honey, so please do not feed it to your infants. This is fiction.)

Oh. My. God. I admit that I was skeptical at the beginning about this story, but let me tell you, it sucked me in. Sometimes, you run across a story that has wonderful OCs that you get attached to. This is one of those. And of course, the baby is adorable.    

Healing by Jacqueline Albright-Beckett M | 2k | Fluff,  Canon!verse, PWP

Castiel can heal more than just physical wounds.

Sensual and romantic.    

Better Late Than Never by whelvenwings G | 23k | Fluff,  Alt!canon, friends to lovers,

When Dean first sees Castiel, he's clinging on for dear life - and things never really get any easier. In fact, they get a lot harder; Dean's worst enemy isn't always the monkey bars. Bound together year on year by the ritual pact of being a Guardian Angel, Dean and Cas grow close, showing loyalty and bravery in the face of danger. But will they ever find the courage to admit their true feelings for each other - and will it be too late by the time they do?

i LOVE best friends to lovers fics! and this delivers on that perfectly.    

Like A Candle In The Window On A Cold Dark Winter's Night by TardisIsTheOnlyWayToTravel T | 6k | Fluff,  Canon!verse, asexual Cas

In which Castiel saves Dean, Dean saves Castiel, there is beer and TV watching, and if it weren't for the monsters and assassination attempts, life would be almost perfect.

A cute little fic I've read multiple times :)    

How many slams in an old screen door? by dandelioness T | 15k | Fluff,  Theatre AU, Asexual Cas

In which Castiel is a theatre major terrible at first impressions; Dean is a set designer who likes Cas anyway; and the most chaotic production of Les Miserables in history somehow manages to go off without a hitch. Or, just as you should never give a moose a muffin (because he'll want some jam to go with it), you should never give a blank check to a university theatre department.

This is perfect. I can't speak for the accuracy of the information and feelings given about asexuals/asexuality, but I enjoyed this fic nonetheless.    

Breath of Heaven by solacesnake18 E | 9k

When Dean is wounded and dying in Purgatory, Castiel returns from his self-imposed exile to help him.

Wow. True!form cas and metaphysical sex that somehow manages to be poetic, emotional, and erotic all at once. I approve.    

The Mirror by CloudyJenn M | 24k | Canon!Verse,

When Dean touches a strange mirror, he's whisked away to one alternate reality after another and it doesn't take him long to realize the universe is trying to tell him something.

One of my favorite fics, and a fandom classic. So beautiful. It's a trip, but you'll love it. The ending makes me really emotional.    

Rock 'n' Roll Queer Bar by chasingrabbits E | 121k | Fluff,  Human AU

Ellen and Jo Harvelle run Harvelle's Roadhouse, a bar that unintentionally becomes a beacon for wayward queer souls. Her employees: Dean, the smartass runaway with a big heart and bigger mouth; Castiel, the college drop-out turned hippie; his (surprisingly heterosexual) trouble-making brother Gabriel; and Charlie, who has been told several times that the back room is not to be used for after-hours Dungeons & Dragons games. But there's a lot of love in this place, and a new family for anyone who may otherwise be without.

Sweet little (well, not so little really) universe. Link is to the series.    

A Million Ways to Go by chasingrabbits E | 91k | High School AU,

Castiel Novak is a preacher's son living in a world of black and white. Pragmatic and dutiful, he doesn't understand why anybody would want to make waves. Then the Winchesters move in down the street. Soon many of the skeletons in the Novak family's closet are exposed, and as the family faces them, Castiel begins to understand that there are many ways to see the world and so many more ways to live than what he's been told.

Wow, this was a ride. Set in an alternate!canon where Cas is a repressed preacher's kid and dean still grows up a hunter. Also, lots of Sam and Gabriel brother!feels. Not sabriel.

Like That Foreigner Song... by DevilMadeMeDoIt E | 5k | Hot,  Alt!Canon, Deancest, Time trave

Dean and Cas have been together for a while now, but Dean always regrets that he has been with so many people in the past. He wishes he could go back in time and tell his 15 year old self that there is someone worth waiting for. Cas gives him the chance and the outcome is one that neither of them expected.

Oh god, this was a perfect little story. So much love.    

TutorMate by faeryn M | 21k | College AU

Sam leaves Dean's laptop logged in to some app called "TutorMate" and Dean meets his brother's tutor. Cas helps him with his own work and they strike up a friendship. Before long Dean finds himself growing attached to the cute, clever Cas and flirtatiously suggests they go on a date if he applies himself to his college work. Cas agrees, but Dean discovers his online friend is not quite what he expected. (Or, in which Dean thinks he's met a cute girl and finds out he's actually met a cute boy.)

Wowowwowowow adorable. Perfect little college AU.    

More recs coming soon.

[threadofdestiny]

The opportunities we may take

(The Picture was a comission I odered from a friend. Check her out -> Fantasiamind_art)

Part 2

Sinbad x OC

Soukmate AU

Reaching out to him

---- Sacred Island of Dalmasca----

Calmly, Salome listened as the waves continued to hit the stony cliffs underneath her. There she sat bathing in the warm sunlight, her legs tucked next to her body. She looked aimlessly across the sea, waiting for a sign that told her what to do next. The Rukh flew in circles around her body, never to drift too far away from her. They were silent at the moment, just like the girl they were constantly following. Her hands rested in her lap as she clutched a small round object. After playing carefully with the small ball for a few moments, she lifted it towards the sun and let the rays break on the smooth, glassy surface. It's turquoise color shone softly in the light, while the breaking rays made rainbow-colored spots dancing on her soft rose colored skin.

"Tell me, Alexander, what should I do?", Salome asked softly, her gaze briefly scurrying to her wrist. The golden bangle shimmered in the midday sun, but there was no reaction from the djinn inside said object. Salome frowned as she turned her gaze back to the small ball in her fingers.

"A few days ago the rukh said, that he had decided against it again, that he is on his way to build a kingdom. I wish I could just take a boat, sail to him and ask him why he is such a coward. Or why he doesn't care as much about this link as I do", she continued, speaking to the bracelet.Slowly she lowered the round shiny object in her hands to her lips, placing them softly on the smooth glass. "I'm sure he feels it too", She murmured, eyes closed, while she let her arms sink into her lap again. Her heart, which was heavy in her chest, pulled painfully together. "I- I know, I know... Maybe I should just accept it. He had the opportunity to come. Maybe it shouldn't have been. But maybe...", she broke off the sentence in order to let her gaze wander over the sea again thoughtfully.

Maybe she could take the chance once to reach out for him.

Absent, Salome raised her free hand and reluctantly stretched it out in front of her, as if she were trying to reach for something invisible that was there on the vastness of the sea. The golden little birds made motivating noises as they danced wildly around her outstretched fingers, making the girl smile.

"I finally came to a decision, Alexander! The waiting has come to an end. I will send it to him. Perhaps this is how I can at least tell him those few sentences, which I would like to give him on  his way", She explained to herself, throwing the little round crystal up in the air and catching it contentedly with both hands. Motivated, Salome got up and turned around herself once. The wide white skirt of her simple dress was playfully fanning out as she moved.

"And then, you and I will try to save as many as we can. I'm counting on you, Alexander, I'll need your help soon", she declared in a determined tone. "You are going to help as well, right?", she asked the rukh, which flew undeterred around her. With a searching view, she turned her back to the sea and sadly looked at the small town that was located down in the valley of the island. "The priests and blessed ones have already begun to evacuate the citizens. But some do not want to leave their country. We need to protect them at all costs, do you here me?", she muttered as her gaze glided over the ships, which were carefully loaded. From her high position, the people looked like little bustling ants as they went about their day's work. To her left, the holy temple of Solomon towered over the small land like a dormant watchman. Its walls integrated into the white stone of the sleeping volcano that makes up the middle of the small island. In the distance, she could see some people moving in her direction leaving the temple, but she did not pay them any further attention because they were still too far away.

Yes, she decided, she will do her best

Determined, she nodded to herself, turned to the cliffs again and approached the edge carefully. Deeply inhaling, she raised her arms to fold her fingers in front of her chest, the small glass ball tightly enclosed within both hands. "Please, make sure that my last words reach him", she whispered quietly while she kept her eyes closed in concentration. As if acting on command, Solomons rukh danced around her in an euphoric rhythm, confirming that they would comply to her wish. Happy with their answer, she stretched her hands over the edge of the cliff and slowly opened her fingers. With shiny turquoise-green eyes, she watched as the round crystal slowly slipped out of her fingers, only to witness how it plummet and then sink into the deep blue sea.

"Fare well!"

A strong gust of wind shot around Salome and tugged at her dress as she stepped back to eventually turn away, when suddenly the sky darkened over her. The rukh now in panic, warning her to get away, she heart screaming from behind her.

"Salome, watch out"

Before she could react, two magical projectiles hit each other. The pressure that came from it caused her to lose her balance and make her fall to the ground. As she raised her gaze, she stared into a cloud of black-colored Rukh, swirling around a person wrapped in equally black fabrics.

They were far too early. How had he been able to overcome the barriers?

Looking to the sky, it confirmed that the protection had not been breached. So how could that be? She struggled to stand up while keeping her eyes firmly on the dark figure. Her thoughts raced for miles per second as she pondered what to do. She had to protect the people in the valley, so much was clear to her, but how? Carefully Salome got up as her friend's steps behind her grew louder and louder, signaling her, that they were getting closer. Determined, she firmed her stand as her trembling fingers snaked around the metal vessel on her wrist.

"You are not welcome here! Go away!"

----Heliohapt----

"You are strong. You have courage, intelligence and power more than anyone else!"

"You can never truly become a king"

"Marry me"

Like a mantra, the rose haired princess's words echoed in his head, tortured him hours later, after the day slowly tilted to its end. For an eternity he had been lying in bed and licking his wounds like an injured animal. Uneasy, Sinbad rolled from one side to the other until he finally lay on his back, an arm placed over his throbbing eyes. The pillow, actually pleasantly soft, felt like a brick against his neck, while the soft hotel bed didn't provide him any rest. Despite the fact that it wasn't very late, the room was already shrouded in complete darkness. He hadn't bothered to turn on a lamp when he entered the room some time ago. Even the tray of food that Ja'far had brought him before, he had left untouched on the table in the corner of the room. Sinbad didn't want to eat anything. He just wanted to sleep, but he seemed to be unable to find some rest.

He had failed. This little pampered princess had twisted his words in his mouth and made him look stupid in the end. She actually snatched the djinn away from him right under his nose.

"Marry me!", she said.

Angry, he snorted as the words reverberated again in his memory. No! Definitely not! Unnerved, Sinbad groaned as he abruptly sat up and let his face sink into his callused hands. Hot, with every passing second he got hotter as the frustration within him rose. As if he were marrying someone just to get his Kingdom. No, he didn't need a princess from any scarred country to achieve his goals. It felt wrong just to think about marrying someone to get power. He was a free man. He wouldn't give it up, not if he could see that he didn't need it.

At that very moment, another person's silhouette appeared before his inner eye. Her brown hair pulled in a long braid resting gently on her back. Her face was hidden by some loose strands that fell into her face, while her folded fingers touched the contouring of her lips. Slowly she shook her head and muttered something he couldn't hear.

The heat formed beads of sweat on his neck, which became so unpleasant that he began to pull at his collar. He opened his eyes and stared uneasily into the empty room as he tried to scare away the images in his head. He needed fresh air, it was far too stuffy in his room. Hastily, he got out of bed while quickly opening the buttons of his tunic to free himself from it. Taking a deep breath, he dropped the garment to the ground when he finally pulled it off his body. With quick steps, he approached the only window in the room and ripped it open. His airways filled with cooled desert air as he rested his hands on the window sill, while he let the pleasant air glide over his sweaty torso.

"Damn it!", he growled, as his fingers cramped over the wood. "I'm not the right man for a romantic relationship. Leave me alone", as if he wanted to convince not only himself, but also the two women who haunted his consciousness. Serendine's voice fell silent and left him at peace, but it was as if the girl unknown to him was shrugging before his inner eye as if he had beaten her. It was as if these words had actually reached her. He directly regretted them, but why? It wasn't real! She wasn't here. Exhausted, he raised his eyes to the dark sky as he wiped his arm over his damp forehead. A bitter taste spread to his taste buds as he pondered why his thoughts kept wandering over to that one particular girl. Was it because it would be an inaccurate variable in his life? Was he intrigued by that fact? Or was it something else? Not wanting to pursue those thoughts, fearing what these feelings might trigger in him, he concentrated, looking out into the night without registering his actual surroundings. No, he had to be sure that he was still on his right track. Serendine was not the way to reach his goals, he could see that. She would accompany him for some time, cross his paths occasionally, but at some point she would no longer play a role in his life. He stared crampedly at the lines that emerged before his eyes. Everything was as it should be. Today was an unpleasant failure, but it did not distract him from his actual path. Everything was in good order.

So why did he catch himself looking for the path that leads him to that brown haired girl, then?

But, wait! Where was she? Sharply, he breathed in the cool night air, his wild gaze drove over the individual lines, while he searched for that specific one. "W-What?", he breathed, panic spreading in his chest. It wasn't there. Where was she? Why could he not discover her path. Breathing heavily, he leaned further out of the window, as if he could catch a closer look at the waves in front of him. Nothing. Gone. Shocked, he felt his heart beating heavily, when he realized what this would have mean. He felt the blood in his veins froze as a suffocated sound escaped his lips. What was that? Why did he feel like he had lost something important? Trembling, he closed his eyes and tried to imagine the girl figuratively. But when he did, he could only observe how she dissolved right in front of him into thousands of small golden birds. "No...don't leave. I come and get you. I swear", he whispered hoarsely, When he realized that he couldn't reach her anymore. His hands shot forward and grabbing into the void, catching nothing but cold air. He had not taken his opportunity and now he is going to pay the price for it.

That was the night he vowed that he would never going to marry someone else

[we-shall-remain]

The Young King and the Golden Demon

Fifteen, he was fifteen when they made him king. His father, David, had grown old and was dying and he had named Solomon his heir, even though his son was neither the oldest nor the most experienced.

However, Solomon was wise and as he was crowned king, he understood why his father had wept and clung to Abishag in his final days.

The House of David was pulling itself apart at the seams.

Solomon's siblings were like jackals. Half of them wanted to assassinate him and the other half wanted to kiss up to him, each of them jockeying for position in the new order. Even Solomon's mother, Bathsheba, sat like a Persian cat upon a cushion, horribly smug and proud of herself for twisting David's heart to make her son king.

Solomon, young, wise Solomon, would try to do right by his father and become a king that upheld Israel and Judah. However, he decided early on that he needed help, someone he could trust that wasn't so self serving. Someone powerful.

For even in his extended family there was corruption, his uncles and cousins, everyone each out for themselves, and it both sickened and sadden the young man. Thus, he set out to make the change his father had wished for but couldn't, not with his waning strength.

So, the young mage king sat within his focus circle and triangle, his summoning circle etched in front of him as he stretched out his hand. He needed someone to be on his side, to protect him and all those he truly cared for, to give him advice when he thought himself in circles.

He needed a warrior, a servant, but most importantly, he needed a friend.

So he began, the circle, the triangle, the hexagram, pentagram, his ring, his vessel and his seal.

He spoke thus:

“Thee I invoke, the Bornless one.

Thee, that didst create the Earth and the Heavens,

Thee, that didst create the Night and the day.

Thee, that didst create the darkness and the Light.

Thou art Osorronophris,

Whom no man hath seen at any time.

Thou art Iabas,

Thou art Hipos,

Thou hast distinguished between the just and the unjust.

Thou didst make the female and the male.

Thou didst produce the seed and the fruit?

Thou didst form men to love one another, and to hate one another.

I am Solomon Thy Prophet, unto Whom Thou didst commit Thy Mysteries, the Ceremonies of Jahveh:

Thou didst produce the moist and the dry, and that which nourisheth all created Life.

Hear  Thou Me,  for  I  am  the  Angel of Apophrasz,  

Osor-Ronophris: this is Thy True Name, handed down to the Prophets of Israel and Judah

Hear Me, Thiao, Reibet Atheleberseth, Blatha, Abeu, Eben.

Phi, Chitasoe, Ib, Thiao.

Hear Me, and make all Spirits subject unto Me:

so that every Spirit of the  Firmament and of the Ether:

upon the Earth and under the Earth,

on dry Land and in the Water,

of Whirling Air, and of rushing Fire,

and every Spell and Scourge of God may be obedient unto Me.

I invoke Thee, the Terrible and Invisible God,

Who dwellest in the Void Place of the Spirit,

Arogogorobrao, Sochou, Modorio, Phalarchao,

The Bornless One: Hear Me

Hear Me Thahebyobeeatan, Auramoth, Roubriao, Mariodam, Tholeth, Abrasax, Balbnabaoth, Assalonai, Aphniao, Aeooii, Ischure, Mighty and Bornless One!

I  invoke Thee Thahaaotahe. Barraio, Ioel, Kotha, Athorebalo, Abraoth:

Hear me! Aoth, Abaoth, Basum, lsak, Sabaoth, Lao,

This is the Lord of the Gods,

This is the Lord of the Universe,

This is He Whom the Winds fear.

This is He, Who having made Voice by His Commandment, is Lord of All Things; King, Ruler and Helper.

I  am He! the Bornless Spirit!

Having sight in the Feet: Strong, and the Immortal Fire!

I  am He! the Truth!

I  am He! Who hate that evil should be wrought in the World!

I  am He, that lighteneth and thundereth.

I am He, from whom is the Shower of the Life of Earth:

I am He, whose mouth ever flameth:

I am He, the Begetter and Manifester unto the Light:

I  am He; the Grace of the World:

"The Heart Girt with a Serpent" is My Name!

Come Thou forth, and follow Me: and make all Spirits subject unto Me so that every Spirit of the Firmament, and of  the Ether:

upon the Earth and under the Earth:

on dry land, or in the Water:

of  whirling Air or of rushing Fire:

and every Spell and Scourge of  God, may be obedient unto me!  

Such are the Words!

Come! Goetia!”

As he spoke, his circle had begun to glow a bright crystalline light, growing brighter and brighter as something began to form in it's center; both liquid and light and golden. As he finished, calling forth the final name, it was as if the bubble of light and water popped, the shine dimming until what appeared to be a sunbeam hovered there, glowing in the quiet room.

It had no form, but Solomon knew when it looked at him and suddenly, it spoke into his mind; 72 different voices and thoughts and feelings bombarding the young mage with a single question.

“Who are you? Who are you? Who are you? who are You? who Are you? who are you? Who are you? Who are you? Who are you? Who are you? u? Who are-are you? whoYou? w Are you? u? Who are you? Who are you? who are You? who Are youu? Who are you? Who are you? who are You? who Are you?”

Solomon gasped and clammed his hands over his ears because it was to much, to many at once, he felt that he would go mad, tears filling his eyes from the sudden pain.

“Stop! Stop! Please, I call f-for silence! Please!”  

The voices stopped instantly, snuffed out like a candle flame. They were silent for a moment, watching, and then one voice came forth; a joined consciousness that the young mage could know them by. It was a gentle, young voice of a man, close to Solomon in age, curious and soft as a butterfly wing.

“Who are you, master?” Goetia asked.

Solomon sat up carefully from where he'd fallen instinctively, slowly lowering his hands from his ears at that single; beautiful voice.

“I am Solomon,” he replied, “Son of David, son of Jesse. I am... King of Israel and Judah.”

“King?” the voice came and Solomon could imagine the being tilting his head, “You are young for a king, although not the youngest we've seen. Why have you brought us to you, King Solomon?”

Solomon hesitated for a second, for he was speaking with demons, spirits, and they could be tricky at times and vicious at the worst times but, he had needed someone to trust so...

“As... as you say, I am young for a king,” he began, “My father just recently passed away and I... I am afraid. I need someone to rely on, someone I can trust to protect me and...”

“Do you wish for someone to love, young king Solomon?” Goetia asked, and Solomon blushed, a soft pink upon his cheeks as he averted his eyes although it was clear that the answer was yes.

“Very well,” the sunbeam said, “We have never been summoned all at once before, you are an exceptionally strong mage, but we shall do our best to create a form that is pleasing to your eyes. Be still, please.”

So the king watched as the sunlight form reflected and refracted, deciding on how it should look and what went where. Eventually, a young man of 15 years stood before Solomon, a man with long golden hair and tan skin, handsome and fine in face and body, with warm carmine colored eyes. He had all the necessary parts too; eyes, nose, mouth, neck and shoulders, arms, belly, legs and...

Solomon stared, his blush rising even pinker and hotter then before because Goetia was completely and utterly naked! The young king squeaked and clamped his hands over his eyes this time, incredibly embarrassed and Goetia tilted his head to the side, confused.

“What is wrong?” he asked, curious, “Does this form not please you?”

Solomon sputtered, his hands still over his eyes.

“No, no, you're gorgeous! I mean its gorgeous! I mean, oh gosh...” he said, wilting with bashfulness and so shy. Goetia didn't seem to understand, for while his parts were as old as spirit itself, Goetia himself as a consciousness was new and young. Thus, he crouched in front of his master and reached forth to take Solomon's wrists in his warm hands, guide them away from the young king's eyes.

“Have no fear, master,” Goetia replied, lifting Solomon's hands to press reverent kisses to his ringed fingers, “We are as you wish us to be, thus we shall protect you, consul you, support you and love you as you have instructed. We are yours, now and forever.”

This did nothing to ease the pinkness of the king's face but he did feel relieved, his heart warmed a little as he threaded his fingers through Goetia's gently.

“Good,” he said softly, his smile light, “Let us get to work then.”

And Goetia nodded.

[sparklingichigo]

Love Triangle

Part 11

Now that's done, let's get started with the exam holidays! Everyone decides to stay home and fool around. Okay except for Asmo, he wants to go to the mall as always. Satan, as always prefers the library more than ever, Belphie? Still asleep. Lucifer? Oh, he has more work to do despite the holiday. Beel of course is finding more food to eat, Mammon is out to do his side gig yet again, while Levi locks himself in his room to watch anime as always. Now this leaves the two human girls in the house of lamentation, what will they do?

Ichigo: [rolls around] Finally done with exam time for the holiday.

Reika: Yeah, what should we do?

Suddenly they hear a knock on the door, of course, the two girls look at the door in reflex.

Beel: Hello? Still asleep?

Ichigo: Oh! Oh my God! No, no! I'm up!

Beel: Oh, is Reika awake too? I wanna ask you two to go for some jogs around Devildom!

Ichigo: Whaaaat? Right now??

Reika: What? Seriously?

Beel: Oh, I can wait. Don't worry!

The two girls sigh in relief and the two ends up fighting for the bathroom until they finally decide that Reika can use the toilet first while Ichigo brushes her teeth and vice versa.

Outside, Beel is still waiting for them. Now here comes Satan and Asmo.

Asmo: Hey Beel! You're so early today!

Beel: Yeah, I'm asking the girls for a jog today

Satan: Oh? But it's still 07:30? Why so early?

Beel: .... the later we go the hotter it gets, I don't want them to suffer because of the heat.

Asmo: He's right, the sun can ruin our skin!

Satan: But there's no sun in devil dom...

Asmo: The heat is still there nonetheless.

Satan: [shrugs] eh, true. Guess I'll go with you guys.

Asmo: I'll go too! It's been a while since I work out, gotta keep the body stable!

Beel: With that? In your pajamas?

Satan: No! Of course not!

Asmo: Don't worry, I have the outfit just for that! [runs to his room]

Satan: [sigh] I'll go get ready too.

Sooner or later, everyone is finally ready to jog for the day. They start from the house of lamentation then go all the way to the castle and back. Everything was going fine until Asmo starts to whine, as always.

Asmo: When he said we're gonna suffer through heat...he is right... it's so hooooot!!

Satan: Shut up and stop whining! We're demons, we live in hell for f*ck sakes! Maybe if you're a human I can let it slide, but we're demons?

Asmo: You don't understand!!!

Beel: [sigh] Are they arguing behind us?

Ichigo: Yeah...

Reika: mmhmm [nods]

After a few hours of whining and panting, they reach the demon lord's castle. Outside they see Barbatos taking care of the garden, Of course, Barbatos being Barbatos he gives them a polite nod which was returned with Ichigo's and Reika's cheerful waving, a slight smile from Beel, the same exact polite nod from Satan and Asmo...oh boi he's still panting poor guy...

Asmo: Guys...guys...time out!

Beel: Asmo, are you okay?

Asmo:...I can't take it! Can't we go back? With a car or something?

Satan: ...

Ichigo: That's okay, Asmo. Take your time, here drink some water.

Asmo nods accepting the pink water bottle and starts drinking straight away.

Beel: Do you want a piggyback?

Asmo: No, you stink! Maybe I'm just thirsty besides we usually go here in a car so I guess it makes sense why I'm so tired.

Satan: Should we go back in a car?

Beel: Should we?

Suddenly a portal pops up of nowhere with Solomon popping his head out shocking everyone.

Solomon: Aye-

Satan:...

Asmo:...What-

Ichigo: Is this guy serious?

Reika: a g a i n??

Solomon: What? What did I do?

Beel: You wanna join us?

Satan and Asmo: Oh my Lord Diavolo, No!

Beel: Why not?

Asmo: Screw that, babe, take me away-

Solomon: Huh?

Asmo: Let me enter your portal!

Solomon: Uh...okay! [Lets Asmo into his portal]

Once Asmo disappeared it lefts all four of them confused. Now what? Probably just resting, sitting on the corner of the streets, trying to gain back their energy. After a few minutes, they're back in action and returning back to their house. Of course, Asmo isn't there because he's now in Purgatory Hall with Solomon.

In purgatory hall, of course, Luke panics because Asmo is in their dormitory. He even almost calls Michael because his holy water shotgun is confiscated by Michael.

Luke: What are you doing here?! Michael!!! Give me back my gun, please!!!

Michael: Oh my goodness, what's going on- Asmo?

Asmo: Michael?

Michael: [sigh] What brings you here?

Asmo: ...I just need to return somewhere a.s.a.p. So... guess I'm stuck here... hehe

Michael: Alright, I'll make you some tea.

Asmo: Oh, n-no... it's okay-

Michael: [smiles] Okay, will you be leaving soon then?

Asmo: I think...

Solomon: Am I dead?

Luke: [nods]

Michael: Oh, of course not! That is such a strong word^^ No, but you might wanna return him to his house now and return straight to my office. Is that understood?!

Solomon: YES SIR!

Michael: good :)

Solomon sighs and opens the portal for Asmo, returning him to the house of lamentation. Once he's there the breakfast is served, boi is lucky!

Asmo: Whoa! Who cooked all this?!

Satan: Me

Ichigo: and me

The whole house except for Lucifer and Beel: EH?!

Lucifer: What's with this loudness?!

Mammon: Ichigo and Satan get along?!

Levi: Is hell are gonna freeze?

Belphie: am I dying?

Beel: Belphie no-

Satan: That has nothing to do with this, what the f*ck?!

Lucifer: language!

Asmo: I'll.... take my bath... yea... [runs to the bathroom]

Asmo: You guys can go ahead if you want to!

Satan: I wouldn't do that if I were you...

Belphie: Yeah...no....not recommended...

Levi: Definitely a no....

Mammon: I'll keep your plate safe!!

Everyone: MAMMON!!!!

Mammon: What?!

Lucifer: [sigh] Whatever... let's just wait for Asmo. No Beel, you can't eat his share.

Beel: :( Okay...

Ichigo: There's a lot though?

Reika: Can I go get my drink though?

Lucifer: [nods awkwardly] Of course...

Reika: Thanks! [runs to the kitchen to get her water]

Satan: Why are you running?!

Reika: LET ME LIVE!!

Ichigo: [sigh] ...Beel he said no....

Beel: [sad chewing]

Ichigo: I have chips or candy if you want...

Beel: [nods] I'll have that-

Beel accepts the candy and starts eating happily. Soon, Asmo finally returned and they all eat breakfast in peace, or so they thought.

Levi: By the way, is Luke still grounded?

Satan: Why are we talking about them?

Mammon: I mean.. he's the one who put that "curse" on you

Satan: [sigh] Mammon, I give you three seconds to take that back and shut up.

Lucifer:...[sigh] Reika, do you mind taking him out?

Satan: What?

Reika: Yeah, let's go-

Satan: Where??? I haven't finished-

Reika: Let's just eat outside, it's more comfortable and we can see the whole devil dom. Plus, it's just the two of us.

Satan: ...deal

Once they're out, everyone sigh in relief. Because man, that was scary! But Asmo decides to but in and complain about it.

Asmo: Aaaa that's so unfair! I wanna go out too :(

Lucifer: [sigh] Why do you always have to pick a fight with him?

Ichigo: Who? Me?

Lucifer: Oh, no, definitely not you. T H E M [glares at Mammon and Levi]

Levi: b-but my ruri-chan cookies....

Mammon: ...am I dead?

Ichigo: [nods]

Lucifer: take a guess :)

Mammon: No?

Lucifer: [smiles menacingly] Take another guess.

Mammon: ... sh*t...

Levi: [facepalm] and this idiot have the audacity to cuss

Lucifer: And you? [glares at Levi] You can buy those cookies online.

Levi: [nods] Okay, I hope they have ruri-chan ones... :( Luke bakes the best cookies.

Lucifer: ...you can call him???

Levi: Oh My Lord Diavolo... I'm an idiot...

Mammon: Yes, yes you are...

Levi: ...

Lucifer: ...How many years are we gonna hang him?

Levi: 10? 100?

Lucifer: 10 hours.

Mammon: What?!

Lucifer: it is decided

Mammon: Do I get food and drink?

Lucifer: You always do? [shrugs]. Everyone let's finish our breakfast and I'll go and hang Mammon^^

[whatifjobhadablog]

let’s read 1 kings: 3

time to get goin on this and see what’s up in jerusalem. today i made an entire UI kit and finished wireframes and had rehearsal for the ballet we’re accompanying so my brain is fried and commas are unnecessary.

thoughts before reading: very few, as my brain is fried.

1 kings 3

right out of the gate we find out SOLOMON makes a marriage alliance with the king of egypt. he also built a lot of houses, one for himself, one for the Lord, and made jerusalem great again by building a wall around it.

but as it turns out SOLOMON has done some reflecting since our last telling. he kills a lot of animals as offerings to the Lord (re: this was common back in the old testament. blood-debt for sin, etc, etc, we’ll get into that later) and follows his father King David’s rules & regulations. so the Lord likes what He sees and appears to SOLOMON in a dream and is like “Ask what I shall give you.”

and SOLOMON could have been like “damn could i get some cash and a chick hotter than the one my dead brother wanted to hook up with” but his reflection has really taken root and so he offers a v heartfelt prayer to the Lord asking only for wisdom, tl;dr.

and the Lord is super impressed by this (can the Lord be impressed if He is omnipotent? how does the Lord’s omnipotence work when He is talking to people? like? don’t answer this right now i’m still working on it) and decides not only to make SOLOMON the wisest one of all but ALSO gives him cash (no grills tho) and maybe possibly freakishly long OT life, IF he follows the ways of the Lord.

now SOLOMON must think this is a pretty sweet deal when he wakes up from this dream, so much so that he kills some more animals and feasts his brains out.

some time later two prostitutes manage to get an audience with SOLOMON and it is at this point that i realize this is the story about the dead baby and the living baby. basically both mothers are claiming that the living baby is theirs (the other one literally got slept on). and instead of being like “yo throw these crazy betches out of my palace” SOLOMON instead is like “yo ok imma give half this kid to you and half this kid to you and everything should be fine, right?”

and the first prostitute is like “HELL NO” and the second one is like “if i can’t have the whole kid she can’t have the whole kid” and so it was decided that the second woman was obviously a trash whore and the first woman was the real mother, because honestly, HONESTLY.

and so all of israel stood in awe of SOLOMON’s wisdom when two prostitutes came to his house.

thoughts after reading: gotta say the tone shift threw me. i knew SOLOMON was a wise king at some point but i also remember some scheisty ish about him as well, like we saw in 1 kings 1-2. the good news is, i dug what he said to the Lord - “I am but a little child. I do not know how to go out or come in.” kind of dope that a king can still have that kind of perspective, even if he does have a personal assassin. interesting too that SOLOMON likens himself to a child, children being whom Jesus later claims truly seek the heart of God. interesting LASTLY that SOLOMON also asks God to discern between good and evil, the initial knowledge of which is literally what got “Adam” and “Eve” into hot shit and thrown out of eden’s fresh.

what does this mean? i don’t know. i just think it’s poetic that SOLOMON in his request seems to be metaphorically moving humanity along a path, from its initial desire to know good and evil, to seeking to discern between them, to go beyond. maybe more than poetic. we will see.

what i prayed about: house-of-cards-level strategist or not, SOLOMON seemed earnest in his plea for wisdom and inspired me. i found myself thinking of “planting a heart of wisdom within me” which sounds like the kind of christianese garbage i have banned from this tumblr but yo some of that language lends itself to lyricism. as long as we DISCERN what is mercy-me-level trash and what belongs in those nice writings of old dead guys.

until next time, i will be seeking wisdom in both seriousness and in knowing when to stop testing out a sniper class in overwatch because i am a trash tank player and i know it.