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arabaka · 1 year

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ angel x sex devil!fem!reader. CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ !!! somnophilia (kinda, you're technically awake). thigh fucking. slight belly bulge. slight cervix fucking. WORD COUNT: 2.6K PSD CREDIT !!! MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI !!!!!!!（ ꐦꉺωꉺ)つ

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ a prequel of sorts to this fic starring aki !!!

Sunlight creeps through your bedroom window, but just barely; the curtains are drawn and still, echoing the silence that's fallen over the rest of your sanctuary. It's unlike your surroundings to be quiet and your halls to be bare. Not for this long.

To think, you'd be reduced to this: a sniveling lump surrounded by silk bed sheets you no longer feel entitled to. You'd be pissed… If you had the energy to spare.

Is this what being on the brink feels like? What it feels like to have all the cards dealt and not a single winning hand to play? And all because a squadron of Public Safety made a deplorable showing in battle and got wiped out, but not before calling for your aid. You made the wrong choices, bartered your power to simpletons masquerading as knights, and are now paying the price. You can't remember how you perished in your last run about, but you know one thing. It couldn't have been worse than this.

You have one option at this rate. Just one.

"Makima…" Your attempts at barking orders are slurred, "If you’re gonna wanna keep me around, you better send your finest. Now.” Look at you. Groveling before Public Safety. The embarrassment could kill you.

“Oh?” A snide answer for a pitiful prayer. “That’s no way to talk to get what you want.” Makima is quick to put you in your place. She always does. “I’ll send someone.” The seconds she takes to speak feel like hours to you as you lay, shivering and curled in misery, that her answer doesn’t provide the immediate relief you foolishly thought she’d give you. What’s worse, you just know Makima is smiling on her end of the call.

The click of the phone sends you straight to sleep, your body finally collapsing now that the weight of survival has been lifted off your shoulders. You can fear whatever Makima will have in store for you another time. For now you’ll slumber, dreaming of all the possible suitors Makima could be sending over. You hope it’s that Hayakawa Aki you’ve been hearing about.

When the doorbell rings, you aren’t there to receive it. When the second chime echoes your halls, you don’t even stir to hear it. The third press of your doorbell goes unanswered, just like the others. “Makima,” Says the voice outside your door, “She’s not answering.”

“That’s what the key in your pocket is for.”

So he steps through your door and takes the spiral staircase that can only lead him to you. You live so differently from him, the number of rooms in a single hall intimidating for the devil that only has a single space in the Public Safety building to call his own. You intrigue him. You always have but he’s never gotten close enough to experience your power. Now you’re just a few steps away, the door to your bedroom open just a sliver and he feels his chest tighten.

You see, because unlike his name, Angel is no saint. He’s a devil and just like any other, has inclinations that are a little malicious, a tinge corrupt. Makima’s proposition to him had been simple, but he saw it as an opportunity. A chance to experience a pleasure he’s seen play out on those internet videos humans love so much. Not to satisfy a craving but rather, a curiosity. And who better to help him than you, the notorious Sex Devil?

Angel doesn’t know what to expect from you though and he’s thought about it the whole car ride over. The last thing he anticipated, however, was to find you fast asleep in bed, flat on your back and dressed only in a satin robe. Now, Angel usually doesn’t have his eyes wander. He never feels compelled to. But here, he’s following the outline of your form, starting with your face and thinking how deceptively innocent you look. He can’t say the same for the rest of you; your robe, which looks fancier than anything in his closet, hugs your body so tight, it’s divine. You leave almost nothing to the imagination, even your nipples tent through the thin fabric and your legs, slightly parted, make the bottom hem of your clothing ride up your thighs.

Angel exhales, keeping his breath low, and inches towards you at the end of the bed. His fingers drum pensively on his leg before reaching out for you, just for a touch. Your skin is sleek, soft and feverish. He thinks you’ll wake up but he catches your chest rising and falling at the same, slow pace so he grips your ankle a little tighter. Not rough, just firmer. He thought about waiting for you, figured that would be best but god, whatever effect you exude is so potent his head is swimming in dizzying lust.

He’s never felt like this before, at least not that he can remember. It’s so foreign, feeling this desperate for sexual satisfaction and it’s making Angel act in ways so unbecoming of one with his visage. He swallows the lump in his throat, climbing onto the bed with you, in front of you and sitting on his knees, without a second thought.

Angel’s jacket slides right off and soon joining the heap of clothes on the bed beside you are his tie and belt. What am I doing? He thinks but can’t stop himself. Numbed hands start to pluck at the button on his slacks and then his zipper and before long, his pants are bunching around his knees. He dips into his briefs, throat tightening when he starts to fist his swollen cock to you. His eyelashes, long and dainty, flutter together as his eyes come to rest on your face, your features so soft and delicate as you rest. Your lips are supple, tempting. But he’s so fixated on your legs, on the fat of your thighs that he’s fisting his cock to them before he even realizes it.

He’s never quite touched himself, not like this and certainly not with anyone in the same vicinity. His dick becomes harder with every pump, Angel’s breath sharpening and jutting his hips to his own hand at the newfound, glorious relief. He continues like this for a while, first being satisfied just jerking off to the sight of you asleep but he touches you once, palm running up your leg and realizes that he can feel better. You can help him feel better.

Gently, he bends your leg. You don’t bat an eye. Then he bends the other. You’re still passed out. He manages to dock your legs over his shoulder, one hand keeping your ankles nice and stable while his arm comes to wrap around your thighs, drawing you nice and snug against him. He takes a peek at you. How have you not woken up yet? Biting his lip, against all rationality, he sticks his cock between your raised thighs and shudders from the compression. His head falls, crimson locks coming to frame his face as he rolls with the waves of pleasure that come from grinding into your thighs. The friction you’re giving him is luxurious, the way you grip and smooth over his cock making his lids heavy and his jaw relax. He dares to quicken his momentum, forgetting all about how wrong this is, how awful he is for doing this because you just feel too good to deny.

That is, until you pipe up. “I didn’t take you for a thigh guy, Angel.” You watch, entertained, as Angel stumbles back in surprise though you keep him standing with your feet digging into his shoulder and your tail hooking around his waist.

“You were awake? Why didn’t you say anything?” Angel asks, shame contorting his lips to a frown and sullying his tone. Blush dusts his cheeks, almost as red as the hair that trails down his body

Gracefully, you lower your legs, parting them to put Angel in the center, your center. As if it was the most obvious thing in the world, you answer, “I wanted to see what you’d do. Felt good, huh?” The red hue starting to bloom on his cheeks answers for him and you giggle, staring at Angel with a bright, mischievous glint in your eyes. “You wanna feel even better?” Your tail, uncoiling from Angel’s frame, rises, the pointed tip slowly drawing up to his neck and then his chin. His lips part for a shaky breath, goosebumps rising all along his skin from your immense allure.

Your tail wriggling excitedly, you declare, “Then you better finish this. C’mon, you’re not going to let a fellow devil die here, are you?”

And that’s how you get the Angel Devil dressed down to nothing, his petite and beautiful frame now on full display as he stands at the end of your bed. There isn’t a mark on his body, not a shred of evidence that he’s been through war and turmoil. He’s flawless as far as you can tell, like a statue crafted for the gods. “You’re so pretty.” You say, transfixed by the shroud of his wings and the halo that glimmers brighter than anything you own.

Your thighs squeezing him by the waist, he quickly melts back into your plush skin. His member, still stiff and laid over your pelvis, aches for your touch. Moving over your compliment, he states, “I’ve never done this before.” You get chills from this admission, gaze flickering from his cock to his eyes. “Do you want to?” You ask and when he responds with an assured but wispy, “Yes” you immediately follow up with, “Don’t keep me waiting.”

On the heels of your command, Angel winds his hips back, breath stagnating as he positions himself. He lingers on the sight of your pussy, on the shine of arousal that lies over your folds. You’re so pretty, your words echo in his head but now he’s thinking of saying that to you but his mouth is so dry he doesn’t think he can manage it. The lewd picture has his cock throbbing in his hands and you’re clearly enjoying his attention, hearts in your eyes for the devil before you.

“I’m going to put it in.” Angel’s voice is hushed as he starts to close in the gap between the two of you, his tip prodding at your entrance tentatively. He gasps at the wetness that immediately meets him, his cockhead already slathered in your juices before he's even gotten an inch in. You watch as Angel's member, long and slender with an upward tilt, starts to slide into you and it’s the most relief you’ve felt in a while because where Angel lacks in width, he makes up for in sheer length.

You sigh in pure bliss as you feel him dig into you, carve his name into your walls with the forked veins that surround his dick. The pressure of him prodding against you, the curve of his cock dragging along your insides in a way that is both thrilling and surprising, both have you taking your bottom lip in your teeth. You tremble as you feel Angel move further in with still so much to go, your thighs clenching around him and you squeak softly when the tips of his feathers tenderly brush the side of your foot.

Angel grabs your thigh and bores his nails into your flesh as his pelvis bumps against yours, finally settling the last inch inside you. He grunts so faint you almost miss it. He feels a light film of sweat developing over him, a chill running down his spine when his cock throbs in you and he can literally see it bulging in your belly.

This was nothing like the videos he’d seen. This was vibrant. It was overwhelming. Your cunt grips him so well, so firm that every little twitch is felt and it makes his whole body rattle. He fights the heaviness of his lids, the urge to just sink into the gratification of it all, and pulls back, only to jam himself back into you almost immediately. How you feel is just too enticing, he can quickly see why some humans are addicted to this.

His thrusts into you are slow and methodical, like he’s savoring every second. Angel doesn’t want to forget how much your walls cling to him as he pulls out, only ever going so far as to have the head of his cock right at the edge of your entrance. He rolls his hips hard, rocking your body and the mattress with every dip. Angel’s hand slides down your thigh almost lazily as he lurches forward until his face is right above yours.

For the first time, you’re able to see just how striking Angel’s gaze truly is. The crimson in his eyes is bold and alight with a carnal passion, making your stomach flip and serves to intensify the pressure building up in your core. He’s gorgeous, his beauty so ethereal you could easily spend your time admiring his features. It’s a shame he’s just like you, a devil, otherwise you’d have reason to crawl to him time and time again for sustenance (and fun while you’re at it).

Your first kiss with Angel is an accident, his lips crashing against yours when he starts to pound into your pliant pussy with rigorous force. His lips are thin but as soft as they looked. The kiss is awkward at first, Angel having no recollection how the rhythm of a kiss goes but you guide him, show him how to move his mouth by example and Angel learns quickly. His kiss turns tender, his lips meshing against yours while maintaining the pace at which he’s stuffing you with his cock and the combination has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your brain starts to feel fuzzy when his tongue manages to slip past your lips, hesitantly licking into your mouth before you reciprocate and the kiss turns messy.

“I think,” Angel murmurs against you, “I’m going to– going to cum soon.” He trips over his words, a heat falling over him that draws sweat beads over his temples as his movements into you become frenzied and manic. His hips jutting wildly, you feel his cock fill you more, even feeling him smash against your cervix and because you moan, he’s only encouraged to deepen his thrusts. He’s determined now, to hit that sweet spot because the noises you make are so beautiful and all for him. Angel has to admit; he’s drunk off you and greedy for you. He can feel his release building at the base of his shaft, his balls winding tight until he feels the build up of pleasure explode and crash over him in waves. You meet him with a similar reaction, the plug holding your orgasm back popping and washing him with your essence.

You cry and whine as he continues to ride out his climax, spilling his cum so far into you that hardly any spills out when he leaves you. That’s good, you need all that you can get. You breathe in deeply, a renewed vigor flooding your veins. It’s the most alive you’ve felt in days. You open your eyes, vision landing on Angel’s hand, still prominently grasping your hip while his thumb rubs circles over you. Your skin is colder without his touch, Angel finally withdrawing after lingering in the quiet for a minute or so.

“Soo,” You rise to a seat on your knees, still naked while Angel is back in his suit and tie, “What did Makima promise you? For doing this?”

“Oh,” Angel nearly forgot about the added bonus, “She said I could have all the ice cream in your fridge."

Well. You're going to give him what he was promised, aren't you?

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c-h-e-r-r-i-e-s · 1 month

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Been thinking

What if you made a contract with the angel devil?

Stepping into Makimas office and she says “I’d like you to make a sanctioned contract with the angel devil”

“Okay what would that entail?” You respond curiously.

“Angel will let you have use of his ability to wield sure hit swords and you can bargain with your blood” you wince at that but nod slightly.

After the bargain struck you are informed that he will be your new partner and will be living with you as Kishibe, his previous host, is retiring fully from public safety.

On move in day he sits on the couch with you. There wasn’t really much to move. Just a few bags of clothes and some books. In the act of stretching out on your couch his foot brushes your bare arm. In horror you stare and he looks up to you.

“Don’t worry, the contract nullified my power on you” his gaze doesn’t veer from the page he’s reading. In shock you shrink away from him, angry from how cavalier he was but somehow also relieved you aren’t living with a killer..

“How long have you known that?” You ask with a shaky voice.

“Since the deal in Makima’s office” his eyes drift to your face lazily.

“And you didn’t think to tell me?” You icily glare at his peachy hair. All innocent with his wings and angelic halo. “Forget it I’m going to bed. Help yourself to the ice cream.. I heard you like vanilla” you run your fingers through the roots of your hair and disappear into your bedroom, leaving Angel to wonder what he did wrong.

Will probably do a part 2 or 3 of this maybe? Idk lol don’t hold me to it but if I don’t get it out I’ll die.

Part 2

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prose-for-hire · 11 months

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Glamorous Assistant

Pairing: Angel x reader

Request: By me. I just thought it would be funny. Reader has mentioned they have magic skills that people made them embarrassed of in the past and Angel is willing to support you.

A/n: I will write more requests. I will write more requests. I will write more requests. xo

You had been dating Angel for exactly one hour and fifteen minutes. Officially, that is. You had been spending a lot of time together in the last year and got very close but he had a lot of baggage from his past relationships and so had wanted to take things very slowly. You were just happy to share your time with him, he could take things all in his own time. He knew this, that was why he had wanted to make it official. You were so understanding and kind he didn’t know what to do with himself around you.

He had never loved someone so much. Every moment with you was his perfect happiness. Luckily after a recent apocalypse he had proved himself and was no longer cursed in such a way.

You knew a lot about him, when you had first met he had rarely spoken unless you had asked about a million questions to try and get him to tell you about his day. Once you revealed that you were very good at magic, although you had always been slightly embarrassed to admit this to potential partners (for some reason you had lost a few to your skills), he started to talk more about what he deals with on a daily basis.

It was a surprise at first, Hellmouths and vampires and the like but you didn’t show it on your face. You really liked him and you didn’t want to think that you couldn’t keep up with his (very active) days. You learned all about his past lovers and you told him about your past too. You loved him, and nothing could ever change that.

It was the first time either of you had felt safe and secure with another. Wholly and completely.

That was why you finally asked if he wanted to watch you do some magic. He nodded, wrapping a hand around your waist and pressing the softest kiss against your temple. He knew that this had been a sore point for you and he whispered how lucky he felt that you wanted to share this with him. You glowed at his words, you couldn’t help it. Your face beaming at the tenderness with which he touched you. As if you were made from the most precious stone.

“Okay, uh, I just need to go and get a few things. I’ll be back” You explained, Angel nodded knowing that there was usually all manner of newt eyes and salamander eggs that needed to be obtained to pull off a successful spell.

When you returned, Angel was sat on the sofa in his penthouse, looking a little bemused at your new attire. It was only a cape, God, why was he staring at it as if it were an alien?

You set your items down with a flourish and ran up to him. You quickly took a coin from behind his ear, and gifted it to him. Telling him not to spend it all at once. He stared, a confused frown on his face as he stared down at the coin in his palm. You smiled at him and he smiled back, still looking a little lost from his seat as you continued with your act.

“And for my next trick-!” You grinned, shuffling some playing cards and offering him the deck. He cut it and selected a card, checking it discreetly before returning it to the pack. You shuffled again and after a little speech, you produced his card and he nodded his appreciation.

You did a few illusions for him involving a mirror and a desk lamp when you noticed his expression. You paused, surprised. He had started chuckling. At first he tried to swallow it down, hide it by pretending he was coughing. But soon he was full on bursting with laughter.

His face lit up, you had never seen him laugh like that and it was nice to see his face brightened by smiling so much. But you couldn’t appreciate it very much seeing as it was at your expense. When he saw the pain on your face he stopped immediately, or well, he tried his best anyway.

“Hey, hey, don’t be upset, huh?”

“You’re laughing! I told you how embarrassed I had been made to feel in the past” You frowned, trying to will the tears not to fall. Angel bit another smile from his face, trying so hard not to make you upset anymore.

“Can, uh, can you saw people in half?” He aimed to try and show interest but it definitely felt like he was mocking you.

“Never tried it, but I’m one step away from it right now if you don’t stop laughing at me!”

“I’m- I’m – not!” He shook his head vigorously but it seemed like he was messing with you again.

“You are!” You insisted. And he was but not because he thought it was a lame hobby or stupid to spend your time on. But because he had thought you practiced the kind of magic that Willow did. He had just been taken off-guard and for some reason it had tickled him.

“Your magic was really good, I’ve never seen someone do that so well. Honest. I just, uh, well, I didn’t realise you meant the magic circle kinda magic. I thought you meant spells and witches brews, y’know?”

“Oh… Oh! That makes a lot of sense. Uh, sorry to disappoint” You said sheepishly, untying the cloak and allowing it to slide from your shoulders.

“I prefer it” He insisted, pulling you back to face him and pulling the cloak back onto your shoulders.

“Don’t patronise me, Angel, you thought I was all powerful and that’s why you were dating me”

“Y/n, I really like you. I would never have asked you to be mine if I didn’t. This thing that we have, it has nothing to do with magic. It’s just you and me” He meant every word. The meaning of his words were evident without you having any magical intuition to confirm it. He took your chin between his thumb and forefinger, so that you would look at him properly. His touch tender and a calming influence on your mood.

“Well, I really like you too” You said quietly, his entire body was able to relax. He was tense, worried that he had really hurt you. He moved in and landed a quick kiss to seal the words before you

“I’m sorry for upsetting you” He felt like he had to repeat himself, ensuring you knew that if he hurt you in any way, even in something small it would hurt him just as deeply.

“I get it now! Don’t worry and please don’t brood for the rest of the night. I have some plans on how you can make it all up to me” You smiled suggestively and raised your eyebrows at him.

“Oh, yeah?” Angel smirked slightly, the corners of his mouth were devilish when he looked that way.

“Yep, I’m gonna need a glamorous assistant for the rest of my act!”

“Wh-?” He was about to protest but the look on your face made him soften. This was something you were really passionate about and even though it was all new to him, he made sure he showed you how enthusiastic he was.

“I need you to source me a top hat and a rabbit. Preferably a fluffy one”

He shook his head as he walked away, taking your request seriously. He would do it. For you. He refused point blank at the feather-boa but he did graciously learn everything you taught him and helped where he could.

You pressed a kiss against his lips and thanked him for helping. He really was the best boyfriend around. And hey, you had got a new pet rabbit out of the arrangement too.

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specialagentlokitty · 4 months

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Angel x reader - gently falling

Sitting in your dorm, you looked towards the door as you hear a quiet knock and you furrowed your brows as you stood up.

Walking over, you opened the door.

“If this is about your party Zack I’m not going so stop asking.”

You threw it open, then you looked at the man who was standing on the other side with a confused look on his face.

“I uh.. I’m not Zack?”

You blinked and you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Well I can see that, are you a friend of his or something? Because if you are you can tell him to get stuffed and stop sending people to my door.”

“No, I don’t know who that is. Are you (Y/N)? Your cousin sent me, she uh.. she said you have some old books that you use to help you translate dead languages?”

“Yes I am, and so?”

“Could I borrow one?”

You rose a brow at him.

“I don’t even know your name, and Buffy hasn’t told me anything about you borrowing books.”

“Oh right, I’m Angel, and she said she’d call you?”

You shrugged a little bit.

“I’ll call her, but you better bring it back Angel because those books aren’t exactly printed in mass. Wait there.”

You closed the door and walked over to the phone on the desk, calling the number for your cousin and you spoke to her for a few minutes before hanging up.

Walking back over to the door you opened it and stepped aside, gesturing to the room.

“I can’t come in unless you invite me, it’s rude to just enter the room.”

“Right, come in then. Do you know what you’re looking for or the language?”

“No, but I’d recognise it if I saw it.”

You nodded, walking to your bookcase you sat down on the floor.

Angel looked around the dorm room, just surrounded in books and papers, and he picked some of them up to look through them.

“Can you really read all of this?”

“I wouldn’t be studying it if I couldn’t, here.”

You held a book up and he took it, flicking through the pages.

“What is it?”

“It’s a book obviously.”

You stood up, and walked back over to the desk to sit down and carry on with what you were working on.

“I know it’s a book, why is it in different languages.”

“I complied a list of every language I’ve come across so far, that’s it. If you recognise one, let me know and I’ll get you what I can, why do you need this anyway?”

“It’s for a… project Buffy is working on.”

You hummed, nodding your head and glanced at Angel before turning back to your work.

“Why do you study these?”

“I’ve always had an interest in languages I guess, a fascination with them, thought I’d get a career in it.”

Angel placed the book in front of you, pointing to the page on the left.

“This one, this is it. What is it?”

You took a look at it.

“Old Norse, I’ve got a few texts in it, but nothing that’ll help you. If you can’t read the language you’ve got no hope.”

You got up, gathering a few books and brought them back over for him, putting them into a bag before giving it over.

“What if I bring the text here? Could you translate it for us?”

“Look I’m busy okay, I’ve got assignments and other things to do I can’t be playing assistant to some random guy. Buffy has to learn to do work she can understand I can’t bail her out of this one.”

“Just once? She’s really stuck on this.”

You sighed, nodding your head.

“Fine, bring it here tomorrow, if I’m not here check the university library I might be in there.”

“Thank you.”

You watched him leave then went back to your studying.

The following day you were sat in the library and you saw somebody sit in front of you, laying some papers on the table along with your books.

“If they’re damaged Angel I’ll kill you.”

“Perfect condition I swear.”

You looked at him, and he slid the papers across the table.

“There’s a few extra’s, Giles wanted you to read through them.”

You nodded, grabbing your notepad and pen and you began slowly translating the works while Angel quietly watched you.

“So, clearly you’re not in high school, so why are you hanging around with kids?”

“Me?”

You looked up, rolling your eyes.

“Yes you moron.”

“Oh… well, we just met at a… activity?”

You looked at him.

“Worst excuse ever.”

“It was an every school thing for her class I was just there helping out.”

You went back to your work.

When you were finished you handed it back over to him, along with the translation.

“I’m not going to ask what project needs old Norse, or old Norse mythology but here. Next time you’re paying me.”

Angel chuckled a little, nodding his head.

“Deal. Thank you again, I’ll let Buffy know.”

After then Angel would often come by the university to get you to translate things for him, half of which didn’t make sense to you.

Everytime he would just sit there watching as you translated something for him.

It went on for months, and you began to expect his knocks on your door around the same time every evening.

And today was no different.

“Another, seriously what are you doing just printing things out for me to go through?” You laughed.

You walked over to your desk and sat down at your desk, glancing at the paper briefly before turning around.

“Angel this isn’t even a real language.”

“Yes it is.”

“Where?”

He glanced away.

“In… Greece..?”

“No.”

“Russia?”

“Try again.”

He glanced at you and then sighed a little.

“Okay, I just threw a bunch of things together..”

“Yeah, you’ve been doing it for the past two weeks.”

“You knew?”

You gestured to the papers on your desk.

“I’m not working towards a diploma for nothing. So, want to tell me what you’re up too?”

He said nothing, pretending to find interest in one of the artefacts laying about your dorm.

“Angel?”

“(Y/N)?”

There was a knock on your door and you got up, pointing to him.

“We’re talking about why you’re bringing me fake languages.”

Making your way to the door, you opened it and sighed.

“Get lost Zack.”

“Come on, you can’t stay mad forever, it wasn’t anything special.”

“You were making out with another woman, I don’t care if it wasn’t anything special. Leave me alone.”

Zack pushed his way past you and you turned around.

“Zack I’m warning you I’m not in the mood, get lost.”

“Come on, just stop being so petty, now we’ve got a date so throw this dress on and let’s go.”

You stormed over, taking the dress you put it back and turned to look at him.

“Fine, just go like that then I don’t care, let’s go.”

Zack walked over, and then he stooped, glancing behind you.

“She said go.”

“Who the hell are you?”

Zack reached out and Angel gripped his wrist, standing in front of you.

“When a lady says to leave, you leave, do you understand me?”

He pushed Zack back and stood there until Zack left, then turned around to face you.

“Who was that?”

“My asshole of an ex, that’s who.”

You sighed, then you looked up at him smiling a little.

Walking over, you leant up and kissed his cheek.

“Thank you for that Angel.”

Angel stood there frozen while you sat back down at your desk, his eyes glued to you and he sat on the chair next to yours.

“I want to be around you, all the time. And I shouldn’t, but I do.”

You stopped working, setting your pen down.

“The fake languages?”

He shrugged a little.

“I.. I have to go…”

“Angel?”

He stopped and you walked over to him, smiling a little bit.

“Want to get a coffee?”

“Really?”

Grabbing your jacket your threw it on and grabbed your keys.

“Let’s go, I know a quiet place.”

Angel trailed after you, and he glared at anybody who even dared to look in your general direction

#buffy the vampire slayer #Buffy the vampire slayer x reader #Buffy the vampire slayer x you #Buffy the vampire slayer imagine #angel #angel x reader #angel x you #angel imagine

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thebiggerbear · 2 months

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Angel Masterlist

(works coming soon)

#angel x reader #angel x female reader #angel x you #angel x y/n #buffy the vampire slayer fanfiction #buffy the vampire slayer fandom #angel masterlist #angel fanfiction #character masterlist #character: angel #btvs angel

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cookie-crumblr · 1 year

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Corrupted Feathers

Part 2~

F!Reader X Zachriel ~ Angel OC

His Info: ⛅️📯✨

Part: 1 2 3

!!MINORS DNI!!

CW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, YANDERE, religious themes, names(honey, mistress, my goddess) loss of consciousness, murder, forced suicide, gore, fingering, reader has a vagina, oral f to m, p in v, hurt no comfort kinda, not proofread

!!MINORS DNI!!

“Honey?” Ben called cautiously, as you’re usually there at the door to greet him after he gets off work.

Your already cried out eyes began to water again. “B-Ben…” you pipped out.

He came rushing to you, cradling your body in his arms, “What happened?!”

“a-an angel…” you sobbed out.

“Angel? what? Y/N, what about an angel?”

“here— angel— There was—”

“Honey, I can’t make any sense of what you’re saying, just breathe, okay?” he made calming circular motions against your back.

You noticed the light haloing Ben from the closed window, and your eyes widen. Are they here right now?!

Ben is calling to you, but you have become incoherent.

You see glowing golden hands wrap around and begin to wring out Ben’s neck.

Your head shakes violently, as sound starts to shift into an incessant buzzing.

Your vision soon fades.

When you come to, Ben is cradling you and rocking gently back and forth.

It’s warm.

you smile as if nothing had happened, and maybe nothing had.

“Ben, I love you,” A tear passes through your half lidded eyes, and he kisses you.

“I love you, Y/N,” he writes his eternal promises of devotion through his words, and you feel it every time he says it.

He didn’t bring up your episode again for your sanity, thinking, maybe, it was an episode of psychosis. It’s probably for the best to just let it pass, but he’s not fully sure, and still worried about you even days later.

You’re sat flipping through a magazine at home while Ben is in the kitchen cooking, when that familiar golden light pours through the blinds, and surrounds him.

You shoot up out of your seat, and freeze.

It’s Zach, he’s there again.

And Ben… He’s frozen? like literally frozen in time, you see the light, surrounding him as a stasis and you just know.

Those holy wings are what you notice first, surrounding him as he manifests out of the glittering light again.

He’s leaning against the counter near Ben, his finger on Ben’s chin as he looks at him. A smile is on his face, but you feel the disgust radiating off him.

“Y-you… You’re real.” you think out loud before shouting, “G-Get away from him!”

His eyes never leave you, as he drops his hand from Ben’s jaw.

“As you wish, my goddess. But, will you answer a prayer of mine in exchange for this man’s existence?”

“Anything! I’ll-I’ll do anything, just leave Ben alone… Please!” you beg, taking a step forward.

He smiles, his eyes softening, “you will love me then.”

You remember last time you saw Zach and swallow dryly.

“Okay.” You nod with resign. “Promise you won’t hurt Ben.” You manage to keep a stern tone.

“Yes, Y/N.” He kneels before you, his pure white wings downturned spread flat against the ground before you.

You shift uncomfortably.

He stays down, maybe waiting for something… So you step forward.

Your hand drifts through the air slowly toward him, until it lands on top of his head. You feel his hair between your fingers. It’s perfect.

Though you feel weird.

He shudders, “Thank you, my most exalted mistress”

You pull your hand away and he’s gone.

Ben hums once again cooking.

You relax. He’s okay, and Zach is gone…

He is… Gone… Right?

you inspect your hand, then slash through the air where he just was.

Nothing.

A day later you stand in line at your favorite snack place, when the wind is suddenly knocked out of you.

You spin around to a very angry looking, and disheveled man behind you. He’s glowering down to you, and you feel small and afraid.

“S-sorry,” you spin back around facing forward again.

Thankfully he leaves you alone after that.

Zach was watching however, and he leaves you for just minutes, waiting for the man to get in his car. Lucky for Zachriel, the man has a pistol in his glove box.

“Pull out the gun.” Zach whispers in his ear.

The man does.

“Put it in your mouth.”

Again he does. His eyes already glazed over.

His depression is acting up again, he thinks.

Today really is the day.

“Pull the trigger,” as he whispers that last little line,

BANG!

His brains and gore paint the inside of his truck’s back windshield. Zachriel smiles pleased, then returns to follow you, your invisible watcher.

when you arrive home you’ve all but forgotten about it and having your favorite snack ready to eat with a show already picked out really helps.

Ben is in the kitchen cleaning the dishes from breakfast, when you notice something…

he’s wearing his apron, but nothing else.

You jump up, “Ben! what’s this?” you hop over excitedly to grab his hips.

“Woah! I-I just didn’t want to get dressed after my shower yet…” he stammers.

“Ooooo, you’re all nice and clean too?” You lick your lips.

Next thing, you’re on your knees in front of him, looking up into his eyes.

He’s blushing. He’s so cute.

You love this man.

You slowly lean forward to kiss the tip of his cock.

He sighs so sweetly. The anticipation kills him, and you love it.

Your mouth opens, and you pretend to go for it.

he’s watching you intently.

You stop just before it can enter and stick out your tongue to kitten lick it swiftly.

You lick it longer the second time, then even longer as you go down the base, then back up to the tip.

“I love you Ben,” You say while making sure your hot breath hits his large member.

He shudders, “I love you, Y/N”

Putting him in your mouth finally, you continue the teasing by sucking on just the tip.

Eventually you ease up on the poor guy and start bobbing your head as far as you can go, the pushing yourself farther. You gag and tears form, but you continue your pace for him. His hand rests on your head as he gently pets you.

He stops you soon, by moving his hand down to cup your cheek. “I want you, Y/N,”

You pull off him with a little pop, and smile. He makes you so happy.

You stand up and he bends you over the kitchen counter. Your already wet, but he licks his fingers and puts them in you. He scissors for a minute to prep you, it’s nice.

You aren’t sure what’s wrong, but it doesn’t feel as good as usual…

He’s trying for you. He loves you. Why don’t you feel good?

He puts his head to your entrance, and wraps his hand around to your front to play with your clit.

There it is, it’s small, but you try and focus on that little coil inside you.

You can’t help the flash backs of that holy light surrounding you.

He starts to slide in you easily.

That light, the tingles all over your body.

You bite your lip.

What’s wrong with you? You ask yourself feeling guilty.

Focus.

You snap back to Ben he’s pounding into you, and you play up your whines, egging him on.

Grunts and slapping fill the room, a familiar sound that for some reason feels more distant now.

Like this isn’t you anymore.

He slams in more erratically, his hips snapping, you know he’s close.

He pulls out and comes on your ass.

Your pleasure didn’t snap, it’s just slowly fading.

You feel like crying.

You don’t.

You don’t let it show. Tears breach but you pretend for Ben’s sake it was from the pleasure.

“I love you, Y/N” he leans his head over your shoulder to kiss you, before reaching over to grab some paper towel.

“I love you too,” you manage to keep your tone as normal as usual.

He kisses you again.

That sweet feeling in the pit of your stomach you always used to get from his kisses now absent.

You love him so much, it hurts to think your body isn’t responding correctly.

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Go on, burst every one of his bubbles why don’t you

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the-soul-of-a-morningstar · 11 days

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Hello! Thank you so much for doing a matchup trade with me :3 you seem so cool btw. here I go!

Also just @ me when your done!

my name is jaxrel! i also use "jax" for short, I also use other names like lan, himawari, eden, etc. I use he/him pronouns and im a trans man who's bisexual with more of a male pref. and thanks to the testosterones I have a deeper voice :D im a aquarius and i have a lot of mental discorders which l'll get to in a bit.

PERSONALITY: I'm a ENTP, 4W3 (or 3W2) Ravenclaw. I'm very extroverted but I also have some introvert traits which l'll get down to in a minute, my personality is very unique but also hard to describe. I'm very confident, straightforward and I have a sense of justice for myself (I have a urge to correct someone of faulty information), uses "big" words, good sense of humor, playful, entertaining, optimistic, mischievous, curious(l'm nosy and I love gossip), I can be a rule breaker(sometimes don't mean to). l'm extremely independent, when comfortable talk about a lot of stuff for hours, loud talker, emotions come off as sarcastic or silly due to autism). As for my sense of humor I can be sometimes crude. l'm a very chill and intelligent person but some people would say I have some "repressed anger issues, get a reallyyy overractive Brain, tend to get deep and philosophical when I'm left on my own for to long, I can be verbally aggressive when prevoked. Usually when I meet people I come off as awkward and shy, even distant but l'lI get comfortable with them soon enough. I'm very polite and sweet btw! I may look scary sometimes (*cough* that's what I get for being emo *coughs harder*) but l'm always there for someone no matter what. I'm the dad friend. When I go out I always bring water bottles, first aid kit, chapsticks (pretty much anything you can think of). I have a lot of social awareness but i often intentionally act in a rash and unapologetic way because personally i do not care at all for social norms or rules. As l'm the dad friend (also the therapist friend too) l've been told give a lot of good advice and im also a very good listener too. English isn’t my first language either since I was born in the Middle East and speak Arabic more, basically my English isn’t the best and I’m much more fluent in Arabic, Spanish, Korean and Japanese. Here's more information linked here about me. (which I suggest reading)

I've been diagnosed with a lot of disorders such as Autism, ADHD, Schizophrenia, BPD + etc, it's hard especially with my Autism, sadly a lot of these run on my mothers side of the family and I gotten a lot of them, I'm prone to psychosis/ delusions and sometimes it happens in episodes that can last for months. I also get really mad if people piss me off which goes for my repressed anger issues.

When i'm talking to people I get very loud and unhinged, just very silly like i'm spamming cursed images and telling my friends i'm going to eat their skin and shit like that (AS A JOKE......), just being very neurotic. a lot of my friends describe me as a feral creature HELP. I also use a lot of memes to react to things (which is usually anime, kpop, or just random ones)

I'm very flirty towards people sometimes, sometimes even tease a little but it's not mean spirited or anything. I'm still a friendly person. And I spend time and effort on the people I like and the things I find interesting but I find pretty much anything interesting hehe.

I've been told I act a lot more like victor nikitorov from a lot of my friends and I kinda know why because of how cheerful can be and from what I know I don't seem to understand -or even care about-conventional social norms. I also have that rock star charm. And as an extra I can always dazzle woman and men alike without a single glance). And I also act like Elysia a lot too which you can find more here from her personality.

MISC.: clumsy; accidentally (+purposefully) misuses slang or common phrases ; enjoys skin care and hair care ; I also tend to enjoy makeup routines to be more masculine; able to pick up new skills relatively quickly; studied french, korean, japanese + etc; l'm very good at doing my outfits (probably because I got a lot of help from chinese people...) ; prone to being a bit directionless in life ; prone to bad luck but tries to find the humor in most situations ; life approach: to live a life of varied experiences, to not take life too seriously, to not dwell too much on the past.

KINS: hiyori tomoe (enstars), yoosung kim (mystic messenger), jumin han (mystic messenger), hanako (tbhk), felix kranken (twf), albedo (genshin impact), shoya ishida (a silent voice), tom (eddsworld). eridan (homestuck), karkat (homestuck), shu itsuki (enstars), miyamura izumi (horimiya), michael afton (FNAF), lolbit (FNAF), mangle (FNAF), natsume sakasaki (enstars), sora harukawa (enstars), urumi akamaki (alice in borderland), V (mystic messenger), hagumi kitazawa (bandori), matsubara kanon (bandori), shinji ikari (neon genesis evangelion), minami kotobuki (oshi no ko), lain iwakura (serial experiments lain), hajime hinata (danganronpa), k-angel (needy streamer overdose) and more.

KINS I RELATE TO THE MOST: Victor Nikiforov (Yuri On Ice), Tei (Nameless), Cutthroat (Akudama Drive, Except the Bloodlust cutthroat has.), Elysia (Honkai Impact 3rd), Ranpo Edogawa (Bungo Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu (Bungo Stray Dogs), Space Ishtar (Fate), Okita Souji (Fate), Langa Hasegawa (Sk8 The Infinity), Sherlock Holmes (TGAA), Zack (Final Fantasy 7), Vash The Stampede (Trigun), Roy Mustang (Fullmetal Alchemist), Otonashi Yuzuru (Angel Beats), Karma Akabane (Assassination Classroom), Vanitas (Study Case of Vanitas), Zoe Hange (AOT), Shinoa Hiragi (Seraph of The End) + more

(psssst, my kin lists will help you know more about my personality:))

LOVE LANGUAGES: physical touch, quality time. (giving) gift-giving, physical touch, quality time (receiving)

(I really like physical touch the most and I always get called a "clingy koala" because I love hugs sm, and also because I cuddle my plushies for HOURS on no end)

IDEAL DATE(S): Usually if I was the one to chose a date it would be at dinner or at a picnic outside somewhere nice and maybe we can either go to the movies, arcade or mall. I wouldn't really care what my partner would like to do, and if they wanna do something and wanna buy something l'I have so much money on me. I would also die (not rlly, I would feel my SOUL go out of my body) if my partner were to ever get anything I liked (which is plushies, energy drinks, chocolate (AND) strawberries, etc) ILL LITERALLY HUG THE SHIT OUTTA THEM.

HOBBIES: gaming, anthropology pathology, theology, zoology, music, dancing, filmmaking, art (drawing, painting, pottery, digital art, etc), learning different instruments/languages, cosplaying, skateboarding, tabletop RPG's, taking pictures of things that I think are pretty, collecting figurines/stuffed animals and puppetry, science/history, soccer(football)/volleyball/ basketball, skating and swimming, cooking/baking, art is definitely my main hobby I dedicate a lot of time to it, I can play 5 instruments which is the piano, cello, koto and bass/electric guitar, I know 6 languages and I'm learning more right now (which are hindi, german, cantonese and chinese if your interested).

I love gaming a lot and I play a lot of survival horror games, role-playing games, visual novels, etc, spent a lot of my money on games for my nintendo, Ps5 and computer. I play too much on roblox and basically during my freetime when I'm not studying other things I like/OR for school I'm usually in my gaming seat playing away and eating junk food. The games I really enjoy playing is roblox, class of 09, honaki impact 3rd, omori, any rhythm games and etc…

I also like writing and reading a lot, including with a studying new things with history, languages, etc. I love taking naps too and I also enjoy watching youtube (my favorite youtubers are flamingo, berleezy, kub scoutz, markiplier, benoftheweek, funkyfrogbait, etc). This also includes with me liking to watch movies as well, same goes for tv shows, asian dramas, etc.. (I also tend to rewatch a lot but not too much; like watching the harry potter movies, any of the marvel movies, horror movies, etc.)

I've been told I'm a very good dancer! I do belly dancing and I also do hiphop dancing as well. I've been in a lot of sports for years now since I was little (thank you to my mother for forcing me :,D) and now I'm in so many! and l've won a lot of rewards and I've been to a couple championships all because of me.

I'm also very, VERY skilled in cooking, baking, etc and I'm always happy to share what I baked with my closest ones.

Likes: Chocolate, Strawberries, Pizza, Iced Coffee and Boba Tea, Anime/ Manga, Music, Food, Winning in arguments online or irl, Reading, Cats, Sharks, Animals in general, Cold/or Rainy Weather, Shopping, Action or Romance movies, Kdrama(pretty much any asian dramas), Spicy & Sweet Food, Ramen.

Music: | like (too much) music a lot. I'm a k/jpop stan, I listen to metal/rock a lot, I listen to vkei and vocaloid a lot too, this is also another genre I enjoy listening to but idk what to call it but it's similar to 6arelyhuman, Odetari, Kets4eki, etc (I make similar music to them), I also listen to a lot of indie pop, rap music and scene music. I've been a really big lemon demon fan and I really like listening to any sad music too. my spotify is here

Apperance: l'm pretty tall l'm 5'8 right now and l'm on the very skinny side (I literally get called a twig everyday I'm half Polish and Half Middle Eastern (Iraqi) / Filipino. People usually get confused and a lot I get questions if I'm from North Korea, Hawaii, Brazil or Mexico (it's mostly north korea though HELP idk why people think that), I have dyed black hair. My hair is pretty short (but a little long only going down my neck a few inches) but I get a lot of compliments for it. When I get out of bed from sleeping my hair is always looking like a mess (psst I also have bangs too. Ive been told I look both masculine and feminine. I have piercings (one in (?) my nose, two on the bottom of my lips, and a couple more on both of my ears). I want a tattoo so bad, If I ever get one it would be on the side of my belly and it would be a spider tattoo. I have a dimple on my chin and I have hazel almond eyes.

Aesthetic/Clothing Style: Ok so this is definitely what makes me unique to people other than my personality, my fashion extends to gyaru (hime gal, himekaji, agejo, gyaruo, rokku, manba, banba, kogal, tsuyome, and kigurumi), goth (trad goth, romantic goth, mall goth, cyber goth, and victorian goth), scenemo/emo (ofc), & Y2K, jirai kei, vkei, ouji and lolita, suits + dresses (+ MORE) I usually wear these fashion outfits whenever 'm in school, when i'm out somewhere, during my job, or just to look cool. Whenever I'm not in my crazy outfits I'm usually dressed in my "IDGAF" outfits by that I mean are like pj pants and a black shirt, usually I look like I'm alternative whenever I'm not dressed, I wear a lot of jeans, sweatshirts, etc.

Accessories: Usually when I'm in my outfits I bring a lot of accessories with me, I have tote bags that I use to carry things I wanna carry INCLUDING with purses, back packs, etc. I'm a big kpop and jpop fan so you'll see me carrying photo cards or any kind of merch of my favorite groups/ group members. I also have anime keychains/etc, and I also have like hazbin hotel/helluva boss merch too. you'll always see me wearing rings around my fingers a lot, and whenever I'm feeling "girly" I wear a lot of earrings. I also tend to bring perfume and cologne with me, but it's usually any good smelling sprays like mint hot chocolate or strawberry short cake.

Thank you so much! Have a good day!

a/n: Lowkey forgot to not do this with the ask attached but I started yapping in my drafts and forgot to not do it with the ask so mb 😔 But thank you for doing this with me! Here are your results, dear!

Angel Dust

There’s a lot to touch on here, but personality wise I think you and Angel’s personality’s clash a lot (in good way!) Like, you both are very similar yet very different to me, and that helps balance things, I guess? Like you both know how to get eachother back on track or get the other one to see the other side of things, but with an understanding of the other, since you’re both similar yet different, you know?

Another way you and Angel Dust bond is over fashion, despite your varying tastes in clothes, Angel loves every item of clothing you wear. One of your favorite things to do (especially if one of you is leaving for an extended period of time) is picking out each other outfits out of each others wardrobes

Since Angel also has a language he speaks (Italian) if you don’t already know Italian, he will teach it to you, in hopes that you teach him your language(s) as well. He likes being able to talk with you in another language because it feels like there’s no one else in the world but you two, and it feels more private if people are around, y’know?

Runner-Ups: Lucifer, Vox, Charlie

@the-soul-of-a-morningstar : please do not copy, repost or translate onto any other platform.

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Weak Spots for Alastor, Lucifer, Angel Dust, Husk, Sir Pentious, Vox and Valentino

Pairing: Alastor, Lucifer, Angel Dust, Husk, Sir Pentious, Vox, Valentino x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, weak spot, teasing, kissing, wings, blushing, suggestive

A/N: I think some would be pretty obvious but still fun to think about.

Alastor keep his tail hidden for a good reason. The moment you find out about it you want to touch it. His smile snakes when you do, the static audio increasing and his hands pulling you close and whispering that there will be consequences if you ever do that without his permission. Good consequences.

Lucifer only reveals his wings when it's needed. Despite him being an ex arch-angel he still has sensitive wings, all angels do, so it's best to keep them folded on when he doesn't need them. They fan out and bristle when you run your fingers across them, his apple cheeks flaming red because he's trying his best to calm them down.

Angel Dust doesn't et you hold his hips often when you're being intimate. For him something like that feels a bit too intimate, you can pin him down, move him any way you like, but when you touch his hips he gets really ticklish. Not very attractive during sex now is it? Except to you it is, because his laughter is attractive too.

Husk would push you away when your hand gets close to his ears while you're cuddling. He's already purring for you, what more do you want from the grumpy cat? Very reluctant to let you scratch behind them because not only does it make him purr but also makes his wings twitch.

Sir Pentious has weak spots all over him if he's fully honest. His many snake eyes. Which are also his strength in battle so it's kind of like a double edged-sword and he does his best to keep his eyes from wondering to you in an inappropriate way when you're together. After all they're quite easy to poke.

Vox turns from blue to red when you touch the back of his screen. There are a lot of holes and ports back there and all of them are sensitive to the touch. Some in more ways then others so don't be surprised if you touch one and it ends with his tongue down your throat and clothes being torn off your body.

Valentino will never admit this to you but his weak spot is his back. His entire back is very sensitive, especially around his wings so he always keeps your hands pinned or to other parts of him when you're having sex. The moment you run your hand gently down his back he combusts on the spot, which is not good for his stamina.

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sheepucino · 1 month

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c-h-e-r-r-i-e-s · 17 days

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Making a contract with Angel Devil

Part 1 is here if you want the series start

Technically this will probably be part 4? But I have writers block about part 3 lol so this is where we’re going

NSFW this time besties, nothing too crazy but def some wing play 🤭

Sitting on the floor with your knees pushed up to your chest while nursing a beer. “Angel?” You ask hesitantly.

“Hmm?” He replies casually

“Have you ever had sex? Ya know since you can’t touch anyone? But like condoms exist so.. I’m just curious” you blush and sip your drink.

“Yeah a couple times but it’s nothing special in my opinion” he had gotten use to touching any part of you now. His hand twirled a lock of your hair.

“Would you wanna see what it’s like without protection?” You ask partially stumbling over your words, afraid to look at him.

“Uhh with you?” Before you can answer his chin is leaning over your shoulder lazily as he pushes your hair out of his face.

“Yeah if you’re into it” you try acting casual about it.

“I think so yeah” not sure what to do next he kisses your cheek and it takes you by surprise. With wide eyes you look up to him.

Smirking you ask “Have you ever truly kissed anyone before?”

His gaze breaks away and his hand trails to twirl your hair around a finger again.

“Not exactly” and he looks embarrassed but all you can feel is sad for him. Never getting to physically touch skin on skin. Always physically distanced from everyone around him forever.

You look into his big brown eyes and move so your lips are hovering over his, shared ragged breaths linger between you both. Your lips tenderly press against his and your hand slides in his hair. Locking him into the kiss as your lips slide against his. Softly opening your mouth and kissing him properly, lips slotting against his as he pants into your movements.

Then he pushes you off by the shoulders but doesn’t let go. His eyes search your face for a moment before leaning back in to further explore your lips.

Crawling up on the couch, your lips never leaving his, you press him back. Straddling his waist as you make out, you notice his hands instinctively stay above your clothes.

“Come on” you say smirking and pull him by the hand to your room. Striping your clothes before laying down leaves you in just a soft bra and undies that don’t match. Angel removes his shirt and shorts before sitting on the edge of your bed.

Patting the bed in front of you, Angel joins and lays facing you. Grabbing his hands and draping a leg over his small hips you tangle your bodies together. It’s foreign to angel and he’s not looking at your face but where your pelvises meet.

“Hey is this very different than times before for you?”

“Yeah” he breathes out.

“We can just lay like this if you’re overwhelmed”

“No I -“ trailing off he goes quiet.

Your hands soothe his, realizing that even though he may have had sex before, intimacy like this is a bit new.

“C’mere” you pull him in and trace patterns on his shoulder.

“Are your wings sensitive?” You ask quietly.

“A bit yes” he looks at you and tentatively moves his hands around your waist.

“Can I?” Your hand slides from his shoulder to his wing and softly traces down the bone of his wing.

“Oh fuck” he whispers

“Good to know” you giggle and kiss him again.

“Can I sleep in here?” He asks

“No sex?” You question a bit disappointed.

“I’m good” he replies quickly. But he also snuggles into you. Hands roaming your body, he breathes you in.

“Angel I .. I feel like maybe we-“

“Yeah I know” he cuts you off not wanting to face himself.

“But should we talk?” You can’t look at him either.

“Maybe but I’m not the best at this” he replies slowly.

“Okay well just know I have feelings here”

“Yeah me too”

“We can leave it there if you want”

“Yeah probably best”

The drinks from earlier take over your brain and the heat from angel laying next to you soothes you both to sleep.

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The next morning you wake up huddled together and covered by angels wing. Legs wrapped around his waist and his hands on you slowly and sleepily caressing your back.

Shifting your hips against him you feel how hard he is. Lazily you kiss along his face and push his hair out of his eyes.

“Morning” you whisper as you roll your hips on his.

“Sorr-“

“Don’t be. Do you wanna?” You ask softly.

“So much” and his hands are pulling at your underwear.

“One sec”

You run and pee and turn off the fan before laying back down next to him but completely naked now.

His hands trace down to your clit and he plays with your arousal.

“This is very different”

“For you I can imagine” and you suck on his neck. Scraping your teeth on his skin.

Pulling down his boxers and pumping him while he rubs at your folds.

“Fuck please” you whine while tugging his hair and pulling him into a heated kiss.

A muffled mmmff comes from him as you part your lips against his. Letting your tongue swipe in his mouth and your slit rubs on his length while he pulls you in by your hips. All one fluid motion like 2 pieces fitting together.

Slowly the head of his dick presses into you and he grabs at your hips with bruising strength. Fully feeling the slide into you and both of you letting out a sigh as he fully settles inside of you. Panting into the crook of his neck you kiss messily up to his lips. Each of you moving your hips into the others as your hands dig into skin.

“Fuck lay on your back” you ask as you both move to where you’re on top. Angel guides your hips a bit before reaching for your clit with his thumb. Swiping over it as you ride him. Foreheads pressed together with sticky sheen of sweat, your hair clinging to each others faces.

Using one hand to prop you up, the other slides along the inside of angels wing.

He lets out a yelp and his hips stutter up into you harder.

“Holy shit yes do that again” you moan into his shoulder.

Maybe his dick isnt the biggest but his hands are sensual and his noises are perfect. Hearts racing you trace the inside of his other wing. His hips fuck up again and all you can do is moan at how it hits just right.

All the intimacy and his thrusts meeting yours has you cumming. Biting into his shoulder and messily panting, drooling on him. He releases inside you and pulls your hips flush against him while he does.

Slowly his grip on your hips loosens as you both kiss and curl into each other.

Angel looks to you and says “you’re not allowed to die”

Giggling you kiss his cheek. “Good thing we made that contract hmm”

“Oh yeah this is what I want now. Blood is no motivator for me, not like this”

There’s a wild look in his eyes.

With him still inside you, you sit up and shake hands. “Deal”

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By your side:

Request: choose your own ending request here. could you please do an angel or lindsey x reader story where the reader is initially dating Lindsey despite being against wolfram + hart and that being a point of conflict between them because she sees the good in him, but Angel doesn't so he encourages her to break it off (partly because he has feelings for her) causing some drama between all 3 of them?

Requested by: Anon

A/N: This is a choose your own ending!! Little warning if you like them both, be prepared for reader to argue/fall out with the other depending on the ending you choose! Sorry this took so long babe 💖

You had never loved any job you had done until you came here. At Angel Investigations you truly felt as if your life had purpose. You were making a difference and you loved it. I mean sure, you only really answered the phones and filed the paperwork and, well, teaching a 100+ year old vampire to navigate the internet was a full-time job.

But you were good at it, being human meant you weren’t the most valuable in a fight but you always threw yourself into them despite yourself to save others. If anyone asked the team, though, they would say that you were the one that kept them going. You truly believed in the goal, you wanted to help everyone you passed and this helped encourage the others when things got even tougher than normal. You reminded them why they all took this job.

What they didn’t know about you, was that you were dating someone. You weren’t embarrassed, not by any stretch. But you knew the reaction you might get if you told them. Mostly because, well, he worked for the evil law firm you were usually fighting against. Lindsey was so good to you, loved you so deeply that it was almost too easy to forget that he worked for the very law firm that had basically invented evil.

You and the team had been planning a way to infiltrate Wolfram and Hart for a month and a half. All through this time, you couldn’t breathe a word of it to Lindsey. It had been hard, you hated keeping things from him. He held you close at night and all you wanted to do was spill everything that went through your mind. He always pulled you closer in his sleep, he was protective of you even then. He wrapped his arms tight around you, making sure that you were as close as physically possible and cradled against him. Usually you could tell him anything, but with this, you just couldn’t. Not just because he would stop you but because if he even suspected anything the senior partners would take more than his hand.

You had left early that morning, before he woke up on his one day off in a very long time. It broke your heart prying yourself from his arms and leaving him alone in bed. You wanted to bundle up the blankets around you both and spend the day in bed, pressing your lips against him and showing him that there could truly be heaven on this earth when you were together.

But it being his day off was why you suggested to the others you did it on this date. Because he wouldn’t be there and blow your cover. Lindsey knew that you worked for Angel, he didn’t particularly like it but he liked you and so he had put up with it. You reminded him that you always came home to him and for the moment, that was enough for him.

He was so sweet with you, when he came home to you it was evident the way that his entire body relaxed. He was always on edge, until he stepped foot through the front door. You were the only thing that got him through the gruelling working day at Wolfram and Hart and despite his job, you knew he was a good person. He was your person.

You arrived at the office last, your outfit had been pressed and left draped over your desk. Cordelia had ‘borrowed’ some costumes from her last theatre audition for you both to wear. You and her were going undercover to steal a prophecy that had been taken and left in Lindsey’s boss’ desk while Angel, Gunn and Wesley created a distraction and took out the security system.

“Hey, Y/n, you don’t have to do this. It’s more important that you’re safe” Angel lowered his voice so that only you could hear.

“I can do this, Angel. They’ve never seen me before so it makes more sense. Plus, I look really cool in this costume”

“But-“

“Oh, you don’t like my costume?”

“No! No, it really suits you, you, uh, look good. I just wanna make sure you’re sure”

“Sure am!” You teased, noting the ghost of a smile on his face. You were incredibly fond of Angel, you always had been.

After a lot of hassle and two instances where you were scarily close to being eviscerated, you managed to retrieve what you had been looking for. It was a small orb the size of a marble, but it had been incredibly difficult for you and Cordy to extract.

Thankfully, all that was over now and all you needed to do was leave through the front door. Unfortunately, though, your boyfriend and an entire team of lawyers and a security detail rounded the corner and almost collided with you and Cordy.

The marble was safely in your pocket but it was as if the security guard had a heightened sense of smell and he immediately stormed towards you. Angel and the others see on the cameras there’s trouble and run to back you and Cordelia up.

Luckily, Lindsey stepped in before they got there, though he wasn’t his usual relaxed self.

“Y/n? What the Hell-”

“I can explain…”

“Y/n, step back, this is our fight” Angel warned, stepping between you and your boyfriend. You knew this was going to have to be the moment you came clean. You knew it even before Lindsey decided for you both.

“That’s my partner you’re ordering around there”

“Partner?” Angel scoffed.

“Yeah, you know, lover, date… spouse”

“You expect me to believe that they would even look at-”

“Angel, it’s true” You said it in the smallest voice imaginable. You weren’t embarrassed per se, but the thought of disappointing Angel really hurt you.

“What, you think I’m gonna have some big moral crisis, see the light, ‘cause my partner works for you? Not happening” Lindsey seemed to be enjoying the reaction as he moved to take your wrist, guiding you to his side.

There was a collective gasp from your team and a horrible sneer from Lilah and some of the other lawyers in the firm when they saw the way he held you with such familiarity.

Angel:

“Were you going to tell us?”

“No, well yeah obviously… if something like this happened”

“You’re embarrassed?”

“Well, kinda in bed with the enemy” You said jokingly, but this flared a sudden rage in Lindsey. A rage that once unleashed could not be tethered again.

“That’s how you see me?! When you left our bed this morning I thought you might be going out to get coffee for us or something that, I don’t know, couples might do.” He shook with anger, spray of spit coming from his mouth.

This had been a long time coming. He hadn’t realised how much it affected him, the way you gushed about your day. About how much you enjoyed working and would gladly work overtime for free mostly, just to be with your friends and do the right thing. Just to be with… him.

“Lindsey I’m-” You tried to diffuse the situation, the last thing you needed was to choose a side. It was long since due but you didn’t think that you were ready. Until he said what he was about to say, that is.

“You’re pathetic, you’re nothing, you know that? Worse than all of them together. Especially him. Ever since you got that job you’ve been ‘Angel was saying this’ and ‘Angel likes his blood like that’. I let it go, ‘cause, I thought I might get something useful out of it. Hell, not even the promotion was worth sitting through the waste of time I spent with you”

“You slept with me to get a promotion? Isn’t that kind of backwards, shouldn’t you be sleeping with maybe someone in the company you actually work for?” You aimed for humour but it fell flat. Tears burned the back of your eyes, your throat went dry as you stared, open mouthed at his triumphant look. As if he had won something.

The truth was, Lindsey loved you. He had even been considering proposing. But he knew, in some way he had always known, your heart belonged to another. You didn’t love him in the way that he loved you. And it hurt. So he wanted you to hurt too… in more ways that one.

“Lilah? Open the portal”

“Gladly” She had grimaced through the embarrassing display of feelings you and the others had been showing. Anything to put a stop to it. Including sending you all to some unknown dimension that was sure to bring pain and suffering.

You were zapped into a strange land, one that quickly turned dangerous. It was just you and Angel. You had been send to a Hell Dimension. There was a group of Fossil-Vamps, as you would later name them. They were the distant ancestors of the vampires that you were used to. They didn’t have much time for thought, they were incredibly strong and worst of all, they were day-walkers.

They sensed you easily. You were fresh blood. They owned the land and humans were a scarce resource. One of them managed to corner you and bite you whilst Angel was preoccupied trying to fight off three others at once. It ripped into the soft skin of your neck, making you cry out and shove the vampire before you, beating its chest in an embarrassing effort to get it off you.

Angel pulled it off you, immediately taking you by the hand and deciding the best action would have to be to retreat. To get you to safety. Blood was leaking from your neck and he wasn’t going to lose you.

You found an abandoned farmhouse where he urgently ransacked the pace, managing to find medical supplies and something for you to eat. To get your strength up. He sat you down, his thumb rubbing your cheek bone for a moment before he moved to the supplies. He began to patch you up tenderly, his eyes only glancing up every so often at your lips as you spoke.

“I feel so stupid. Of course he was using me, I can’t believe I fell for it”

“You made a mistake, we’ve all been there” Angel assured you, his fingertips barely grazing the skin of your arm. He was so gentle, he always was with you. You had seen his ferocity, the damage that he could do. But with you he was only ever tender.

You slid your hand over his, rubbing your thumb softly over the back of his hand. You never thought you would be this close to him, you assumed he was too good for you. You had settled, in a way, for Lindsey. Only pulled into his lies because you didn’t feel good enough. For the job you did or for the vampire that always had a kind word for you.

“Y/n, I know it’s probably not something you want to hear right now but I can’t hide any longer, you could have…” he tailed off, that distant frown as he slid into his thoughts again for a moment, before he sighed and steeled himself, “You’re a good person. A strong person… a person that I love more than anyone that I have ever met”

“Slayers included?” You joked, his confession was making you nervous. He wouldn’t lie to you, would he? He wouldn’t try to hurt you like Lindsey did, would he?

“I get that trust’s hard for you right now but I’m here. I won’t go anywhere, I’ll wait as long as it takes to prove that I mean everything I’m saying” He said it softly, his fingers lacing with yours as he spoke. He didn’t look you in the eye, his words were too raw for that but you could see the way that they glistened as he spoke.

He had clearly been waiting a long time to tell you that. To show you just how deeply he felt for you. You pressed a kiss against his hand, before you pressed another to his palm. You looked up at him from where you had bent to kiss him, recognising the look in his eyes. It mirrored yours.

Your lips collided and everything suddenly seemed to make sense. There were no mysteries in the world that couldn’t be solved by this union. You grasped at his now tattered clothes, forgetting your injury for the intensity of this kiss. Everything made sense. You had wanted him since the moment you had met him, the reason you had always been so distracted around Lindsey it was because you were thinking about work. About the team. About him.

Suddenly you were losing contact with his lips, an embarrassing whine left your lips, that he very kindly pretended he didn’t hear. You never wanted to part from him. But he was now holding you in place, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked as if he could see straight into your soul.

“You don’t owe me anything, you know that, hm?”

“I know, but I would give you everything if I could” You admitted, knowing as you said it that you had been aching to say it since the moment you met him. Perhaps you and Lindsey had both just been convenient for each other.

You pulled him into another kiss, his hand snaked to the base of your skull pulling you even closer. In this moment you forgot it all. Lost in his touch, his kiss. The feelings that had been building,

You didn’t know how to get out of this hell dimension. You didn’t know if you would live to see another day. But what you did know, was that the only side you would ever be on was his.

Lindsey:

“Were you going to tell us?”

“Not… specifically”

“You know what, y/n? You’re worse than all of them here. You pretend you’re fighting for good but let your little boyfriend do any evil deed he wants. Why, ‘cause he fucks you too well?”

“Angel-”

“You’re evil” He stated as if he wanted to rip off your head.

“What? Because I don’t want to have sex with you? I see the way you look at me, you know. Don’t get all high and mighty Mr I-killed-and-maimed-for-centuries. You’ll never wash the blood off your hands”

“Come on, he’s like 10 different kinds of evil!” He gestured wildly towards your boyfriend.

“Eleven, actually” Lindsey grinned, snaking an arm around your shoulder. You smiled despite the situation.

He realised that you needed him, using this gesture to show you that even though he wasn’t pleased you had kept this from him he loved you too much not to be right there with you. He pressed a kiss against your temple, one that assured you that no matter the threat, from either side, you were protected. Completely.

After the room dropped in temperature and subsequently descended into a staring competition, Lindsey took it as his cue to take you away from the others. He could sense that you were upset and all he wanted to do was comfort you. He didn’t even care enough about his ‘rival’ to gloat about dating a member of his team. It wasn’t about that for Lindsey. All he wanted was you.

“Where are you going?” Angel called, the disgust in his voice evident.

“Well, you and yours are gonna be sent to some Hell dimension while we draw up a contract for Y/n. Somehow I don’t think they’ll be back to Angel Investigations”

He hinted that you already had a role in the firm, if you wanted it of course. He would love you in any occupation. In any time or dimension. It was always your choice.

“Lindsey… you can’t…” you gripped his hand tight, concerned that even if your friends had all abandoned you, that they shouldn’t be hurt for it.

Lindsey whispered low in your ear, so low that Angel managed to miss it. He explained that the Partners actually had a proposition for Angel and the team. One that meant they might manage to co-exist in this dimension.

“Bye Angel…” You said softly, once you knew they would all at least be safe. You trusted Lindsey wholly. You knew he would tell it to you straight.

He slid a hand around your shoulder, ushering you gently towards the boardroom where you collapsed into his arms as soon as the door closed behind you. The way your friends, the people you spent most of your days with had all suddenly been so cold. Stared through you as if you weren’t even human…

It hurt.

But the love that enveloped you, the scent of your Lindsey. The soft reassurance of his presence alone told you that you could carry on. His lips grazed your forehead as he pressed several tiny kisses each committing a promise to your skin.

That he was yours. Through the good and the bad. The evil and the mild breaking and entering. Nothing could ever change his feelings for you.

As you leant against his chest, you felt something. It was hard and uncomfortable to rest against in his breast pocket. You reached in to shift it so that you could nestle into him further when he quickly grabbed your wrist to try and prevent you from reaching in. This wasn’t usual, he usually liked that you were so familiar.

Everything flashed before his eyes, every moment of your lives together so far. The soft Sunday mornings you spent in bed, entwined together and basking in your love. The days where you would surprise him and be waiting for him at home with his favourite meal ordered in. The late evening where it was only you and him, where you shared your deepest thoughts. The date nights, where you always ended up in his arms.

“I was gonna wait” He looked down sheepishly.

“Wait for what?”

“I’ve been saving it for the right time. Bought it months back…”

“Any time we’re together is right…” You insisted, hand grazing his as he reached into his pocket.

“Marry me” he breathed, his eyes closed as he pressed his forehead against yours. Anticipation killing him, the only thing keeping him going was the continued contact of your skin.

Your eyes watered, even now. Even after all the trouble you had caused him at his job. He wanted you, he felt for you the same you did for him. You wanted to scream, shout it from the top floor of his office block. But you had already embarrassed him enough at work today. Plus, this was an intimate moment. You decided to keep this moment just between you and him.

Soon, he got his answer, you swiftly pressed your lips to his, an unspoken answer to his proposal. Your fingers gripping him tight as if you were afraid he may disappear. You never wanted to part from him. It could have been anywhere and your answer would have been the same. It was perfect because it was him. It was the two of you together.

He slid the band onto your finger, eyes shining with feeling. You reached for him again and peppered him with kisses. Anywhere you could reach on his skin you pressed your lips against him. You were so happy all you wanted was to be in his arms forever.

You couldn’t get over just how lucky you felt. Other boyfriends, sorry – fiancées, may have been angry. But not him. Never with you. He had fallen willing and deep, his emotions wrapped in yours. After it all, he loved you. He loved you the same today as he did when you were on ‘opposing sides’.

No matter how your friends felt about you now. No matter the repercussions. You knew now that the only side you would ever be on was his.

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The Radio Demon fucks a Human Sacrifice (a Valentino production)

⟢ part1♡̶sidestory♡̶part2♡̶part3♡̶part4 ⟣

Valentino has acquired a living, breathing human in hell. But at the begging of Angel, Alastor makes a deal in exchange for her soul.

tags: Alastor x reader, smut, dubcon, mentions of assault (Val intended to "fuck you to death”), Val's existence, overstimulation, forced (?) orgasms, bondage (shadow tentacles), choking (sexy kind, not murdery kind), cervix wrecked, your aunt is a bitch

(author's note: I've been in Japan for like 7 years and my English has suffered, but your fucking smutty writing on this site has inspired me to write for the first time in years.)

Minors DNI

Angel burst into the hotel lobby, winded. “Please, you gotta do somethin’!”

To the surprise of everyone, he ran straight to Alastor, tears forming in his eyes.

“Val’s gonna hurt her real bad. I don’t know who else to ask, please. I can't—-“ he cradled his head in his hands, “I can't watch him break any more people.”

Alastor didn’t seem to react at first, but Charlie appeared at Angel’s side and pulled him into a hug, “Angel, take a deep breath. He’s gonna hurt who? What’s wrong?”

“He got a new soul. Some fucking cultist offered her up as sacrifice. But she's not dead yet Charlie—- he dragged her down here alive.” His voice cracked, “He wantsta— he said he’s gonna fuck her to death on camera and wait for her to respawn in hell. He’s convinced he’ll make a fortune off the tapes. Please, for fuck’s sake someone has to do something.”

A human in hell? Well, that was something interesting after all. With a raised brow Alastor spoke, “And how exactly can I help this poor, unfortunate soul?”

“Make a deal or– rip his arms off, I don’t fuckin’ know! There has to be something you can offer Val worth her soul. I’d give you my soul if I could!”

Well that’d be worthless.

But a human? A living, breathing human? Intriguing.

“Alastor you have do something. This isn't right! Hell isn’t for the living.” Charlie’s hair flew upward as her eyes flashed red for a second, “I’ll repay it somehow.”

Well there's no harm in taking a look.

The demons and sinners who saw Alastor walking into the Vee’s tower oscillated between fleeing for their lives and live tweeting the event. Either a truce or a war would be breaking out and they knew they’d be fucked regardless.

“Alastooor”, Val exhaled, letting the name drag out lazily, “Come to ruin something, I’m sure.” Val hadn’t seen Alastor since his fight with Vox 7 years ago, and he hadn’t expected to see him in his studio— ever.

“Ha! No, not today. Word got around that there's a special little guest hidden in your studio.” Alastor’s eyes darted about the room, uninterested in the various parts and bits of the actors changing.

Val glanced at Angel, who’d suspiciously returned some 30 minutes before Alastor appeared.

“I didn’t say nothing, Val.” Angel’s hands went up in defense. “He came to me askin’ about her.”

“And what exactly do you want with my “little guest”?” Val dropped any pretense of politeness.

Alastor leaned forward on his microphone, and with a pop of static he practically cooed, “To see the poor creature, of course.”

Val ashed his cigarette into a cameraman’s hair and walked off, “Fuck it, sure. She’s back here.”

The back room was dark, perhaps some would call it mood lighting but what mood exactly it conveyed fell somewhere between dungeon and power outage.

You sat on your knees in the center of a round bed. Arms held above your head by a large clip attached to wrist restraints. Your body swayed slightly, a long rope anchored to the ceiling and tied to the clip above you. Your body was slightly suspended, knees barely making contact with the bed beneath you. The white nightgown you wore was bloodied and ripped at the collar, causing it to slip down your left shoulder. Jaw clenched, your eyes were covered with a red satin tie.

Alastor took the scene in. Your lip was cut and swollen, bruises peppered your cheek and exposed shoulder. Yet, you were breathing heavily, like a bull about to rush them. You were clearly defenseless, but somehow still defiant. His smile grew to his ears. It had been decades since he had a human in such a prone state.

“Have you …. broken her in yet?” He asked delicately, eyes never leaving your face.

“Nah, just roughed her up a little. I want to capture her raw reaction on camera when she takes her first demon cock.” Valentino clenched his fist to emphasize the word “first”.

Your head fell forward as you pulled down on your wrist restraints, a growl rising in your throat.

Alastor felt his breath get caught in his own, your nightgown riding slowly up your legs as you struggled.

“Hey!” Val snapped his fingers in your direction. “Don’t embarrass me. Our guest came to see you. He’s considering making an offer for you, I’m sure, so say hello like a good girl.” Val rolled his eyes, “Sluts always fucking embarrassing me.”

You tried to gather enough saliva to speak, finding the taste of blood still on your tongue. “Fuck you and your friend.” barely made it from your chapped lips. When was your last drink of water? Last meal? How long had you been unconscious before this all began?

“Not friends.” Alastor was quick to retort, “The name’s Alastor, my dear. It’s a pleasure.”

You sneered, a pleasure? What a sick joke.

“Alastor.” you repeated it, disdain dripping from your lips.

The absolute contempt with which you said his name did something to him. His eyes darted from your mouth back to your inner thighs, exposed from the rising dress. Your mouth was so rude but your body looked so sweet. A little lamb– no, a doe.

“Say it again.” It wasn’t a request, Alastor himself was surprised to hear himself say it with such demand.

You thrashed. “Oh is that what gets you off? You wanna hear your name in my mouth?” You said mockingly. “You’re just as FUCKED as him.” The nightgown rode up even further. Alastor’s tongue stuck to his teeth as his mouth went dry. Had you been delivered to Val without panties? Offered to him in just this sheer cotton night dress? What was happening to him…

Static bit your skin as a low hum filled the room.

“Say it.” Alastor’s voice dropped an octave, eyes suddenly taking on a slight glow. You couldn’t see the danger before you, but you felt it. Something primal in you knew you were in the presence of a predator.

No, you couldn’t see him, but his presence was pressing in all around you.

“Alastor.” You seethed, “ALASTOR.” Pulling down on the restraints yet again you tried to find the strength to stand, “ALASTOR! ALASTOR!!” Your legs buckled under you having gone numb hours ago, his name devolving into a gutteral scream. All of your anger and despair ripped from your chest as you shouted his name. The nightgown had now ridden to your hips but you couldn’t find an ounce of shame in you to care.

You were so full of rage, so defiant still. You were so…. alive.

He felt the blood rushing to his crotch in an all together forgotten sensation, and knew immediately his decision. “Let’s make a deal.” His eyes didn’t leave you, but Valentino knew he was talking to him.

Val let out a laugh, “I have some time to waste while they finish the set. Why not.”

Seated in his personal quarters, Val motioned for Alastor to sit opposite him. You had been left in the dark of that room, only knowing you were alone when the static died down and the hair on the nape of your neck relaxed.

“Listen, Radio Demon. There’s nothing you have that could tempt me to hand over the little bitch.” His long arms rested over the back of his sofa, a heart shaped puff of smoke leaving his lips. Alastor swatted at the air as it approached.

“What do you even need her for? You don’t deal in souls, but flesh. Surely you can find another toy to break on camera.” Alastor waved his microphone away.

“Hmm”, Val brought a finger to his chin in thought, seriously considering what Alastor could possibly offer him. “Oooh, I know.” His head lolled to the side, “People have seen me fuck a thousand times. But no one’s ever even seen you with a partner. ‘Radio Demon fucks human sacrifice’” He motioned from left to right as if reading the words off an imaginary marquee, “Now THAT would make money. Real money. Fuck GOD levels of money.” A red liquid leaked from his lips as they were stretched across clenched teeth, his hips involuntarily humped at the air, “oh fuck. Yes. You do the porn, and I’ll give her to you. Soul and body.”

Alastor was looking at Val but his mind was still in front of you, his name tumbling from your lips. The uninterrupted skin where your thighs met your hips. The desperation in your scream. How absolutely soft and fragile you were. He adjusted his hips, trying to calm the twitching of his cock at the thought of you helplessly before him.

“What exactly are you proposing?” His fingers came to rest entwined on his knee, one leg over the other.

“First, I have full rights to the video to do as I please.” Val counted out on his fingers, “The porno has to show penetration. No dry humping or some bullshit like that. I need you fucking that whore if I’m gonna sell this shit. Aaand”, A sickening grin grew on Valentino’s face, “She has to cum. And I’ll know if she’s faking it. If you don’t manage all three, the deal is off. I keep the human and all rights to the video for per— no, *in* pep-“ he sputtered, “perpur- forever! Fuck.”

Alastor’s default grin was now so wide his gums could be seen peeking past his lips, his eyes flashing to dials, “It’s a deal.” He extended his hand to Valentino as he stood. A green light was shining from the open palm but Val shook it regardless, confident the deal's conditions wouldn’t be met. He’d seen a lot of fucked up shit on his set, but the Radio Demon, famously uninterested in sex, wasn’t going to make a battered human cum. How stupid could Alastor be, he thought. And he’ll have the video of Alastor failing to please someone to broadcast all over the pride ring and beyond. “May I have a moment alone with her before the filming?”

Val rolled his eyes, “yeah but don’t fuck her off camera.”

The sudden feeling of a hand on your hip startled you so intensely you let out a yelp.

“Hello, my little doe.” Hot breath tickled the shell of your ear, then your neck, then your collar bone… “Unfortunately your shoot will still continue today. But if you do as I say, I promise you’ll leave the studio alive.”

You felt the nightgown being tugged back down your hips, hiding your exposed sex.

“I will be taking that pompous moth’s place. I will be as gentle as I can, but he will want to see you suffer. You must still fight me, must act pained. Can you play along?”

Your eyes darted behind your eyelids. He sounded— gentle? His voice was soft against your skin. Maybe he was truly the lesser evil of the two. You nodded. You’d heard all the gory details of what the other demon had planned for you, this sounded infinitely more tolerable. You dare thought you’d suffered worse before.

“And, one more little caveat, darling. I will bring you to orgasm, so please don’t fight so hard as to delay your release.”

You hadn’t realized you’d been holding your breath until his words punched you in the gut.

“I-“

“Yes?” Alastor’s mouth was nearly on your neck, his smile ghosting your skin.

“I’ve never—- I mean I can only do that by myself. No one else has managed to-“

A large hand patted your head, cutting your train of thought off. How big was he? His hands could palm a basketball. Could he really be gentle? Was he capable of it? Were those hands going to be on you soon? Your mind was running away with the thought of this strange demon fucking you on camera.

“Oh don’t worry about that. Just focus on your performance. We have to put on a good show!”

Angel was practically chewing his fingers off as he watched the crew finish the set.

“Alastor what the fuck, I thought you were gonna help her!”

“I am, my effeminate friend. Have a little faith in me.” He adjusted his bowtie and took his place on set.

“I have none. I have negative faith, Alastor. Fuuuuck”, Angel slumped against the wall behind him and sank to the floor.

The stage was set. A red sigil was painted on the floor of a cabin, candles lit around the room as the only source of light (except the stage lighting hanging above the scene). Of the three walls they’d made, the far left wall had an altar haphazardly filled with flowers, a golden bowl, and small plaid satchel.

Someone — something? — led you by the restraints to the stage. Blindfolded, you were pushed down to the floor, forced to sit on your still numb legs. The leather cuffs on your wrist were unbuckled, allowing you to flex your hands. When you reached for the blindfold a hand smacked at yours.

“No no, keep it. I want you to look exactly how I found you.” The familiar voice of Val instructed.

Someone handed a script to Alastor, but he pulled his hands away from the demon as if the paper itself was an angelic weapon, “Oh, no thank you. That won’t be necessary.”

“I’ll tell you what to say” Val said, clearly to you.

“It’s—- it’s fine. I’ll just do it like before. I don’t need any help.”

You really didn’t. There was no improv needed. You could repeat exactly what you said yesterday evening when you awoke on the floor of an unfamiliar place. You’d been visiting your aunt one moment, and alone in a weird room what felt like moments later. Groggy, but alert enough to know something bad had happened.

You heard “action”, and then silence. You could feel eyes on you.

“Aunt Sara….” You whispered. “I don’t understand what’s happened… Are you still there?” You rubbed your wrists trying to regain some blood flow, readjusting your legs to do the same.

You heard a strange sound, both yesterday and now.

“Aunt Sara isn’t here. She’s made an exchange, she gets extraordinary power….and I get your soul.” The way Alastor said it, the way his breath seemed to almost hitch, surprised you. Something cold touched your ankle, causing you to flinch, “But I want more than that. I need more than that.”

You felt that something-unknown snake up your leg toward your center. Crawling backwards on your butt to create some distance you collided with the altar. The golden bowl rolled to the edge and spilled its contents across the table. You could smell the iron tang of blood before you felt the pitter patter on your shoulder. Alastor inhaled quickly before letting the air back out with as much control as he could manage.

“Who are you?!” You’d asked this already. But this time the disembodied voice of your captor replied, “Alastor, the Radio Demon! Pleasure to meet you.”

The right side of your face smacked against the floor of the makeshift cabin as you were dragged suddenly across the room and into the red sigil. The cold appendage on your leg now tightly coiled up your calf.

“No— you have to fuck her with your fucking dick! You can’t use shadow tentacles!” Val shouted, nearly falling out of his chair.

“Now now, the deal didn’t specify with what, only that penetration must occur. Plus, I won’t show up on your video recording device anyway.” Alastor took several steps back, ensuring he was not in frame, “Rest assured, your audience will know it is me.” His words cracked and stuttered like someone had changed the station midway through his sentence.

A small, “fine, whatever.” was grumbled and the scene continued, the tentacle snaking its way up your thigh as Alastor chuckled softly at how you flinched against him.

You rolled onto your stomach and tried to kick off the shadow but it held firm. Letting out a groan you used your hands to drag yourself back towards the altar. Before you could reach the table your other leg felt the pressure of a new tentacle twist around your knee as you were dragged back toward the Radio demon once again.

Your nightgown was forced up, your ass now exposed and in the air as your legs were pulled open. That was as far as you had really gone yesterday, before a flash of light delivered you into the Pentagram City studio.

Surprisingly, you felt embarrassed, self conscious knowing there were other people in this room. But as if he could read your mind, or perhaps just noticed the tremble in your legs, Alastor softly said, “It’s only us now, darling. There’s nowhere to hide.”

Third and fourth appendages appeared around your waist and neck. Effortlessly your hips were lifted off the floor, your cunt on full display to the man who now owned you. The tentacle on your neck slipped between your shoulder blades and pressed your chest firmly to the floor. You squirmed and struggled against the restraints but only accomplished to draw another chuckle from Alastor.

“Relax. We have forever, after all. We can take our time.”

You felt pressure at your entrance, and your pleas to stop were cut short as a shadow tentacle pushed its way inside you. It was cold, but quickly began to warm as your heat enveloped it. Your body was resisting it, too tight to take it all in one thrust, but you could feel it slick against your lips easily enough to make its way inside.

“Ooh, my dear, your wet little cunt betrays you.” He cocked his head to the side, antlers doubling then tripling in size, “Have my words affected you so much?”

You could feel the tentacle’s shape shift slightly inside you as if it were adjusting to you and not the other way around. True to his word, there was no pain except from the burning stretch of your hole against the girth of his shadow self.

Hissing, you thrashed against the sigil, “get OFF OF ME!” Pushing against the floor you barely got your shoulders an inch off the ground when you felt a nth appendage graze sloppily over your clit. You stilled, suddenly remembering your end of the deal. Your promise to the demon now circling your clit with his shadow. If you couldn’t do this, then the entire filming was for nothing.

“Don’t forget to breath. I can’t have you dying on me just yet, sweetheart.” The static was slowly building in the air around you again, a silent threat.

Your hand shot to your mouth, trying to smother the depraved sounds being fucked out of you. The tentacle in your pussy was now ramming against your cervix, curving and bending as it repeatedly forced its way in and out of you. The room was quiet, except for the slick, sticky sound of the tentacle coated in your fluids pulling nearly completely out of you before smashing back in. The pace was slow and cruel, but the pressure on your clit was fast and hard. Your mind was starting come undone, your thoughts splintering. You couldn’t focus on anything anymore, all over your body was pressure, pleasure, massaging, pushing, and pulling.

“Ah ah, that won’t do.” Alastor practically sang the words as an appendage pulled your hands from your mouth and brought them to the small of your back.

You whimpered, trying to find a balance between the overstimulation and the need to not let them see how much you were getting off on this. You needed to hate it more. Hate him more. Your cheek stuck to the wood of the floor as drool leaked from your open mouth, unable to keep it closed any longer.

“I’ll—” Your strength was nearly gone, but you managed to knock your upper body around the sigil, smearing the still wet blood across your chest. You only managed to whisper into the flooring a quiet, “I’ll fucking kill you for this.”

The tentacles stopped, for a second you felt tears sting your eyes at the loss of friction. A loud screech made you wince, but you had no time to question it as your body was violently flipped. Your hips were slammed down onto the ground, held tightly by a tentacle around your waist. The back of your head ached as it was jostled in the turn. The shadows on your thighs now seemed determined to bruise you as they constricted around your skin.

“What was that, dear?” The tentacle in your pussy seemed to swell inside you, the force of the thrusts picking up in intensity. He was ramming into your body with such fervor you felt the skin of your ass chaffing on the wooden grain beneath you. “Speak up, now”, you heard him exhale forcefully, his controlled appearance hanging on by a thread.

“I-”, your mouth opened to continue your resistance when a new sensation stopped you. A second tentacle was trying to squirm its way into your heat, just above the now uncomfortably thick one twisting around inside of you. The pressure on your stomach from the force made you feel sick, but the devoted ministrations on your clit had your legs twitching against the restraints. “Ah–! no, wai-” It managed to slip itself into you, and with no hesitation it was pressing against your g-spot in a matching rhythm to the tentacle swiping over your swollen clit.

You’d never before made a sound like the one that was pulled from your throat. It was ugly and animalistic and took you by surprise. Still struggling to catch your breath, you threw your head back. You were losing control. As your body was rocked against the ground, the blindfold got caught in the friction and slipped down your nose.

Bringing your head back up, you finally locked eyes with your new master.

“Alas-” Another chilly tentacle came to your neck and began to lightly squeeze. You could only breathe out the rest of his name as your eyes met with his. He stood some feet from you, just outside of the sigil, barely on the set at all. He seemed nonplussed, antlers looming over you and suit perfectly neat, except one detail. His pupils dilated when you finally set your eyes onto his. The grip on your neck only stopped tightening when you stomped your foot down in fear of passing out. You didn’t break eye contact, a fire burning in you that told him no matter what he did you wouldn’t be broken. That look in your eyes, the contempt mixed with overwhelming pleasure made Alastor shift one foot in front of the other in an effort to better conceal the erection straining against the zipper of his pants.

“Mmmhhh–�� You finally broke contact as your eyes rolled back into your head, the pressure beneath your belly was building, a tightness threatening to snap. But this wasn’t like before, this wasn’t like when you were alone in your bed with your own hand. It felt like too much, your heart was pounding so hard you thought you’d really die. There was no way your body could continue this much longer, your heart would surely give out.

“Please–” You needed him to stop, the ghostly hand on your throat, the two tentacles pressing against your cervix and g-spot, the unrelenting pressure on your clit. It was too much, it was too sensitive. “I’m sorry, please. Pleeea-” you gritted your teeth, thighs twitching as the muscles in your core tightened.

“Going to cum, my little doe?” Through gritted teeth of his own Alastor asked you as if you had any choice in the matter. He forced your knees up to your shoulders, allowing the tentacles to reach new depths.

“AaaaHH” You convulsed, “I’m yours, Alastor!” You moaned, willing to say anything to stop the overwhelming feeling as the coil snapped, you were orgasming on this demon’s shadow and for the love of all that was unholy he wouldn’t fucking let up. You did what he said, but he wasn’t stopping. His thrusts didn’t slow, your clit was throbbing and your body shaking uncontrollably. All defiance was dead, your fire snuffed out. Your eyes were glazed and unfocused. Your head hit the floor again as you struggled to keep your thoughts straight, “It’s all yours. My soul is yours! Please- sto-” Another orgasm was being fucked out of you, no recovery from the first. “I can’t, I can’t” Your jaw locked, the way your cunt was spasming and tightening around his shadow appendages nearly pushed them out of your body with the strength of your first forced orgasm. The lights in the room flickered and popped, the candles blew out with a sudden gust, static drowned out your voice from everyone but Alastor as you screamed through the second orgasm. A green light erupted from the smeared sigil beneath you, blinding the crew and onlookers. “My body is yours! My soul! It’s all yours. I give you all of me, Alastor! Alastor!!” Your vision went spotty, and your throat seemed to close around your voice. Your face was red with the strain of your orgasm. You’d never felt unrelenting pleasure like that before and in that moment you’d have given him absolutely anything he wanted from you. Everything. It was his. You were his. He owned you inside and out.

The bullying of your cunt finally calmed after your orgasm began to edge away, your breath no longer stuck in your throat. He didn’t stop, but he slowed down to a lazy pace as what few lights managed to survive flickered back to life. As your eyes adjusted to the light, you looked over your wrecked body to Alastor. His eyes were wild, his bangs damp and clinging to his forehead. His smile was manic, sinister almost. He looked truly demonic. A wave of fear carried a chill down your spine.

The tentacles withdrew, the sudden loss making you feel colder somehow now than before. They had taken on your own heat and matched your temperature so perfectly, now your body felt empty. You felt naked. Your cunt was still clenching, but around nothing at all. It felt…like something was missing now. Your body seemed to be upset at the loss of contact. It made your stomach turn.

You flinched when the radio demon approached you, but instead of tearing you to pieces like his grin had promised, he slipped his suit jacket off and laid it over your body. You hadn’t realized the dress was torn and lying beneath you in a wet pile of blood and sweat. The confusion must have been evident on your face, because Alastor’s appearance shifted. Antlers now small, if not tiny between his ears. His eyes a red and pink, lids half closed. His smile was just a line across his face, no teeth at all. He looked like a gentleman, had you not known what he had just done to your pussy you’d have thought him incapable of such impropriety.

“Good job, my little doe.” He whispered before you were handed a glass of water by a tall stranger.

“Wow, you’re kind of natural at this babe. I haven’t seen a performance like that in ages. Are you okay?” You took the water from him but didn’t open your mouth to reply, instead transfixed on his appearance. You’d only seen Val and Alastor until now. “You can call me Angel. We’ll get you home soon. I swear.”

Your eyes flitted to Alastor’s, did he know? He must have, he must have felt it. Of course he knew. In those final moments, you hadn’t been acting. Not an ounce of your pleasured responses were disingenuous. Not a single word a lie.

Alastor helped you to your feet as Angel placed a robe over your shoulders. Alastor hummed as he put his jacket back on, a satisfied sound coming from his chest that almost sounded like a song.

Val sat in his director’s chair with his legs crossed, mouth open. His cigarette was mostly ash, delicately lingering on the stub.

Alastor placed a hand on the small of your back as you were guided to the door. Looking over his shoulder he grinned to Val, “It seems our deal is done here, Valentino. She’s mine, in perpetuity.”

(Part two)

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