#demon x angel

[swollenbabyfat]

Hold me back

[rosefuckinggenius]

⚠️GOOD OMENS 2 SPOILER⚠️

I feel empty after ep 6, what am I supposed to do after that? Live normally like nothing ever happened? 😭

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[bigbeanbear]

I don’t really understand how some people can interpret Charlie and Vaggie’s relationship as “sisters” or “uninteresting” if they have finished Hazbin Hotel Season 1 completely, because Chaggie’s love languages (both mutual and unique ones) are so obvious.

Their mutual love language is obviously “Physical Touch”. From the start, their hands are on each other constantly. Sure, they are not a PDA couple like Moxxie and Millie, who like to passionately tongue kiss in public, but they LOVE holding hands to support each other. Plus a lot of small gestures like touches on face, shoulder and thigh, just come very naturally to them like an old married couple. I think they enjoy their more intimate moments in private, as Charlie kisses Vaggie on the lost eye in their bedroom, or they deep kiss in an empty hallway.

When it comes to the unique ones, Charlie’s giving love language to Vaggie is “Gifts”. Even when she rants about Vaggie hiding big secret from her to Alastor all the way to Cannibal Town, as soon as they are in Rosie’s emporium, Charlie lands her eyes on the souvenir section and immediately picks up that keychain doll that somehow resembles a chaggie love child for Vaggie. Also, I think it’s possible that the red bow and eye patch that Vaggie wears all the time were gifted by Charlie too, considering how the red theme symbolizes Charlie, especially in the pilot, these things are the only red parts on Vaggie contrasting her own grey/white color theme. Giving gifts showing how much Charlie loves Vaggie makes sense, she’s super rich as the Princess, and Vaggie owned nothing when she was left in Hell. So I definitely think Vaggie appreciates and cherishes all the small gifts from Charlie.

On Vaggie’s side, her unique giving love language to Charlie is “Act of Service”. She manages the hotel for Charlie, supports Charlie’s dream no matter what, and swears to protect Charlie with her life. It also makes sense, considering Vaggie had been a faithful soldier for years, being in service for the person she loves most just comes naturally from her. Again, Vaggie had nothing when she was left to die, so she devotes her whole body to Charlie. I can see that it’s kind of unhealthy to Vaggie’s own psyche, since she sees no value in her own being and feels worthless if she cannot be useful to Charlie, but I think it is something the show might explore in the future. Charlie seems to enjoy receiving service from Vaggie too, she appreciates how much Vaggie’s done for her, and considers them as a team with herself leading and Vaggie executing. Vaggie is very good at materializing Charlie’s plans too. I don’t see anyone analyzing this, but Vaggie’s persuasion of Carmilla is pretty well done that efficiently gets to the weakest spot of Carmilla. Vaggie is the one that acts.

Chaggie is not the perfect sapphic couple, but what makes them kind of outstanding is them being a deeply-in-love stable couple beyond the initial crush and honeymoon phase. I like having such representation like them.

Btw, the script writer of episode 3 and 7 highlighting Chaggie’s relationship is Ariel Ladensohn, who is a lesbian in a stable relationship irl, so I have some faith that the show can do Chaggie justice in the future seasons.

[bruisedloverr]

Sexually repressed angel with a very high libido who has done chastity vows 🤝 Demon with an equally high libido who knows what the angel truly wants and it's up to help him unleash all his perverted desires

[purerae]

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YANDERE!DEMON X ANGEL!READER (GN) // PT1

warnings ;; possessive behaviour, yandere themes, i have no real knowledge of how demons nd angels work pls forgive me !!

req by ;; @kenji-sato <3

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˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!DEMON who’s literally the most charming and prettiest demon in the whole dimension. He was made to seduce humans into giving into their lust and committing sins.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!DEMON who views both humans and angels unappealing to look at. Humans are too…morally gray and act like they know it all. While angels believe they know better than the ‘dirty little demons’. He thinks that angels are hypocrites

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!DEMON who was minding his business, sneaking around places in the spiritual world until his eyes land on you. You looked so innocent, so naive, so easy to corrupt.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!DEMON who slyly walks up to you when you reach a dead end and puts an arm against the wall. He gives you a wild cheshire grin, as his horns flare up and his devils tail tickles under your chin. “What’s an Angel doing out here? Causing trouble~? We don’t want another fallen one down here do we cutie?~”

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!DEMON who gets taken back when you’re literally the most friendly being on earth. Angels normally give him a dirty look and curse him for being on the devils side but..you…you’re just so nice????

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!DEMON who literally combusts when he hears your voice. You introduce yourself with the cutest smile hes ever seen??? Why does he want to go on his knees for you??? did you bless him with some spell??? If he had to make up a heaven, He’d just put your face and voice everywhere.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥YANDERE!DEMON who goes redder than hellfire but covers it up with a smirk and goes back to his normal charismatic ways. Flirting with you while you just softly giggle at him. (stop giggling or he will whimper and scream, this mf is in love with you in first sight)

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥YANDERE!DEMON who now follows you around everywhere. Unfortunately you tend to hang around the higher levels of angels who seem to be very protective of you so he has to be sneaky. You’re just so cute… Why do you have to be the purest thing in the world :( Let him corrupt you so you guys can be together forever in hell!

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥YANDERE!DEMON who snarls at the angels telling you to avoid him. Who do they think they are. You’re the only one worthy of the true definition of an angel. The rest are mindless followers. You are the only one who’s worthy in his heart.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥YANDERE!DEMON who hasn’t visited the human world in a while. Too focused on you, he forgets to lure humans in and corrupt them. You made him dumb in love !

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥YANDERE!DEMON who always tries to take the lead, holding your hand, making you sit on his lap, whispering sensually in your ears. But you don’t get flustered. So why does he have to get flustered at the bare minimum you do! Why does he melt into a puddle when you smile at him?!

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥YANDERE!DEMON who thought being a demon was the best thing in the universe and he would rather burn in holy water than be an angel, thinks about being good for you. If he decides to change his ways back into being the pretentious angels then maybe he could be around you more. and protect you from the stupid angels.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥YANDERE!DEMON who gets angry when he realises he’s not the only demon you’re nice too. What do you mean you scold other demons for hurting themselves?? What do you mean you have inside jokes with them?? What do you mean you hang out with the other demons and they act soft around you too?? It was supposed to be him. Just him.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥YANDERE!DEMON who’s had enough of you being nice to everyone. He needs to have you all to himself. No demons. No angels. No humans. You don’t need anyone. You only need him.

“Angel~ Come here, I need to show ya’ something!”

purerae<3

[dionis-kaos]

Estos dos torpes seres sobrenaturales me alegran la vida

[vruzzt]

Doodles Vruzzt and Lenny :>

[prettyglitteryprincess]

Not my usual. From MMC pov. Mythical creatures fucking (demon x angel). Rape and a lil blood mention.

Off-white feathers, silky chestnut locks, porcelain skin. A figure so fragile it seems like she might shatter into a billion shards. Delicate and graceful as a ballerina. The song of a thousand melodious doves filtered into one soft voice. Paled forest eyes, glimmering with an innocence I've never seen in the underworld. An innocence so powerful that you can see it in every sheepish, shy move she makes. Coursing under her unblemished skin and seeping out of her every pore in a face of entire and utter sinlessness. A demon should never find an angel like her attractive. We were made to interact with our own. Thousands of female demons for me to act on. But when her eyes crossed with mine, that unfamiliar glint of naiveness, I had to make a move. I just had to. I couldn't help it.

I couldn't help it because she wasn't like the other angels I had met. She wasn't preppy and prissy like the others. She wasn't overprivileged and bratty.

Her shying facade collapsed when my eyes found her body. Her perfect, anything but angelic body. Decorated with so much delicious sin. Curvaceous and full and so alluring. Distant from the picture angels are meant to paint, because with tits like those and an ass like that, she could make for the worst devil. An hourglass figure begging to be stained by bloodied hands- my hands. The sway of her filled hips as she walks, the slight bounce of her breasts, the swing of her lengthy hair. Jesus. A demon girl couldn't fulfill the desires I'm developing now...

She didn't even scream. Didn't even scream- her heart-shaped lips trembling and her eyes wide with fear, but nothing other than scared whimpers leaving her slutty mouth. Her white skirt riding up her thighs and revealing just a glimpse of cotton panties. Of course a good girl like her wouldn't wear sexy lingerie- but that only makes it better. Her tits waving to the sides as she's laid on her back. Duct taped wrists behind her, wiggling and struggling to get free. Bound ankles keeping her from kicking at me. And a cloth gagging her, repressing her whimpers to a certain extent. How beautiful. Her scent of vanilla and something more, something pure and clean, wafts up into my nostrils and drives me crazy. Her ability to cause me insanity without doing a mere thing amazes me. The apples of her cheeks tinted a swatch of rose, her eyes glossing over with tears, her body shaking almost involuntarily. It all drives me insane.

My dark, red-veined skin contrasts with her own as I cup her cheek. Her head moving side to side in a desperate attempt to shake me off. I slide my sharp nails from her cheek, down her delicate neck- her rapid pulse beating beneath my fingers- and then I realize, I want to hear her scream. I want to hear her horrified noises as she writhes under my weight. Her gag is ripped away and reveals to me her parted lips. My wings flap out and shield either side of her and keep her in place. So precious when my claws slice her shirt right down the middle, parting to uncover her bra. The inward dip of her torso, before it spans out to wide hips. I run my palms over the outline of her figure, revelling in the perfectness. The impossible perfectness. Shoveling my fingers beneath her bra straps and sliding them down her shoulders, and then tugging down her bra until her tits pop out. Round and soft beneath my cupped hands, her brown nipples erect. Her skirt is next- raised up to her navel and exposing her panties. My nails acted as knives as I slit either side of the waistband. The shredded in-between falling apart to reveal where her thighs and hips connect, and then the middle part concealing her mound sprung away. Just as I expected, shaved and flawless.

"Please. Please don't." I heard her voice up close for the first time, building up this sensation of pure and unshakable desire. "Please. Don't do this. Don't," She begged. I glanced up to her olive iris's, that glint of peace departing and forming something opposite. I've disrupted her peace and unearthed real fear. Fear swirling in her gold-speckled green. It was delicious. Feeding off of her fear, I resumed my drawling process. Ridding of her panties, and then slicing her bra and scraping that too. Her skirt stayed in place just above her belly button, but I was given complete access to the important places.

"Such a slutty body for an angel," I murmured more to myself. Dipping down, I latched my sharp teeth onto the crook of her neck. And finally- finally!- heard her scream. It wasn't exactly a scream, but more of a startled unintelligible noise. Yet it was more than enough to feed into this craving. The copper taste of blood met my tongue. Below me, my hand found in-between her legs. I heard her gasp as my fingertips met the part of her body I crave the most. You can imagine my surprise when I find the skin wet- drenched even. I pull my fangs from her skin and meet her worried eyebrows and big eyes. "What a whore," I accuse, "you want this, don't you?"

She responds immediately, "no, I don't. I don't. Please don't. No," she stammers. Whether she may want this or not, her body is responding otherwise and it elicits a devilish smirk across my lips.

Her clit is under the pads of my fingers, receiving friction that I know she must need. She squirms, desperate to get away. But then I abruptly push one finger into her too-tight hole, causing her too shriek. What a precious sound. Sliding my finger in and out of her soaked cunt, I watch her squirm and quiver. I feel the innocence fading in real time and it is so goddamn satisfying. Her eyes shaded from the trauma I'm inflicting, her panting gasps laced with pure sin, her pulsating cunt wrapped around my finger. I insert another finger just to hear her gasp/yelp again, thrusting it in and out, quickening my pace. It is obvious she is struggling to withhold her moans, her bottom lip clutched between her teeth. I thrust my fingers out and then pluck her lip out of her bite, plunging my digits into her mouth. Deep down her throat, her tongue moving to fight the intrusion but no hope. She gags and it's a wonderful sound. I want her plump lips wrapped around my cock so badly.

Raising her restrained legs until her knees almost meet her chest, I watch her glistening cunnie. It's so utterly perfect. Her eyebrows raise as I settle until my bare front meets hers. My cock increasingly hard and touching her cunt. She makes muffled noises around my fingers- screams of desperation I guess. She doesn't want this. She doesn't want this and she's doing everything to push me away. But she's weak against my strong body, and a promise of the pain I could inflict. I pump my length with my fist before aligning with her girly hole.

"Fuckkkk" I groan as I push in. Too goddamn tight. But so soft and warm. Too good.

For a while I stick with even, paced thrusts, hearing her beautiful sounds. Until- fuck it, I clutch her throat beneath one rough hand as my strokes speed up. Deep and hurried strokes, fueled by my desperate need to cum inside her pretty cunt. Her noises strangled and harsher. This must hurt her virgin cunt. She must be suffering. Hell, but it feels too good to care.

I lose control until I pump her little hole full of my cum. Her sobs in the background as I throw my head back and revel in the euphoria.

To be continued? ;))

[cyborrrg]

The Rose and his Thorn

[texankat]

The Angel’s Demon💋

“That’s not how it is-“ Jenna began before you cut her off “A Angel, fond of a Demon, ain’t that the story of the century?” You snorted

Warnings: a little forbidden love/I want to punch you square in the face?

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: I honestly enjoyed writing this one a lot, it was nice to get into detail about the sillies and their cool little features. Anyways, enjoy loves!

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Jenna wasn’t the nicest thing from Heaven as far as you could tell, you loved to mess with the lives of mortals when given the chance and it was honestly quite funny to you. But of course some “higher power” had to interfere with your fun and always cut it short, and that higher power was Jenna. She 100% despised you and would rather do anything else than have to even see you, but of course- you wouldn’t allow that. You constantly pestered her just to get on her nerves and god were you good at it.

“How come you always seem to go after the human’s who already have it bad?” Jenna questioned, her nose scrunched in disgust as you walked down a dark alley having possessed yet another human for the 3rd time this week (you accidentally killed the other 2, though you only say it was a accident so Jenna wouldn’t get extra angry at you again-) “Because why would I let someone like you save their life and turn them into a valuable soul?” You questioned back as you looked over to her as you continued walking.

Jenna had more of a Ghostly look to her, sure she had Wings but she didn’t have those stupid robs all the older and more powerful Angels wore, she looked like a plain girl who was just a little glowy around the edges. You continued walking down the alley as she followed suit, hovering close by. “The only reason I’m here is to make sure you’re not causing anymore problems for me to clean up after later on, just to be clear.” Jenna suddenly squeaked, as you looked over to her, suspicion in your eyes. “Sure….” You giggle as you gave a sly smirk to her, leaning over to her a bit “or- you just can’t get enough of me….” You cooed out, giggling at her flustered expression, you knew just how to get under her skin like that.

“That’s not how it is-“ Jenna began before you cut her off “A Angel, fond of a Demon, ain’t that the story of the century?” You snorted as Jenna was fuming, glaring at you before huffing in frustration and turning away from your teasing eyes “Whatever…“ You gave a pleased chuckle before overlooking the specimen you had chosen today before groaning, You had really bruised and beaten this body up… You suddenly part from the human, a soft mist that was apparently your very soul in some context slowly spewing from their lips as you then took your original form again, leaving the unconscious body on the floor. You turn to look at the person before bending down a bit and leaning closer, then you tap their forehead.

“What on earth are you doing?” Jenna cocked an eyebrow before her feet slowly met the ground as she tilted towards the unconscious person as you continued to rest your finger on their head, you look over to Jenna as your hunched over a bit- holding your legs close to your chest as your barb tipped tail flicked about “Making sure they’re not dead?-“ Jenna frowns a bit as her nose then scrunches again as she sighs and backs away as you stood back up, looking over to her with a cocky smile. “Are you still gonna Watch over me and make sure I don’t cause any more messes? Or are you just gonna leave me all alone?” You gave a small pout as your tail swayed side to side, curling as you spoke, catching Jenna’s attention for a moment before she looked back to your eyes and opens her mouth to speak- though the words seem to get caught in her throat before she closes her mouth again glancing away.

For the first time in what felt like- ever you actually felt like you had gotten to her this time, she knew that she was only supposed to come down and spectate when it was necessary but you and her both knew very well anytime you were hiding amongst any humans for any reason she would find out and play and game of cat and mouse with you, more or less. Her wings twitched about nervously as she pulled them closer to her body as she continued to ignore answering your question, you finally sigh softly and shrug it away with a small smile before you began to walk off to some secluded area so you could get yourself back to the nether world. You as you walked you felt Jenna’s presence erring close by, causing you glance over your shoulder to look at her.

You were only a few steps ahead as she followed behind, she was trying to make it seem nonchalant but you knew better than to poke fun at her for following you- anytime you’ve done that you’ve ended up being by yourself again after a few minutes, so you just let her. The silence continued for a few moments as you both walked through the desolate streets of whatever town you had ended up in this time, you and Jenna both looked human enough to just walk around and just be labeled as a cosplayer of the sorts. Luckily though, it was in the late of the night and not a soul was out or awake at this time, so you had nothing to worry about today. Jenna had made her way to your side so you both comfortably walked side by side, neither of you wanted to be the one who made a bit of small talk so it was just a gentle silence. After a few minutes you finally found a spot that seemed to work for hopping back into the “underworld” that wouldn’t release little hell rats or other creatures that would get you in trouble.

As you drew your little summoning circle Jenna watched close by, she was pouting a bit as she watched you, you honestly weren’t sure why she as so frustrated with you leaving this time but it was pretty entertaining for you. You finished up the circle as you looked back to her, noticing how clean and pearly white her feathered wings looked, you were honestly pretty fascinated by it before you shook your head clear and walked up to her with a smirk. “What are you pouting about now? Not getting a good bye kiss or something?” You teased as Jenna’s face flushed heavily “NO!-“ She snapped back as her wings ruffled and puffed up defensively, you snickered under your breath as you crossed your arms at her. You both stared at each other for a few moments before you leaned down to her eye level and gave a cocky grin “you sure….?~” you giggle as Jenna’s cheeks were burning red at this point, her wings staying in their defensive state, your tail flicking back and forth in a bit of pride. “Just go back to where you came from already….” She growled softly as you nodded your head “Yes ma’am…” you smile softly before turning away and pressing the summoning circle you had drawn with your foot before looking back to her “can you come here for a second?” Jenna hesitated before walking up to you, her wings finally falling down from their perked up position from earlier. 

You leaned down to her level again, pausing for a second before smiling and ruffling her hair “your the only angel I tolerate you know?” You chuckle softly as Jenna swatted at your hand messing with her hair “yeah yeah whatever- now go before I get into trouble…” she rolled her eyes at you as you shrugged and turned back to the open summoning circle and hopped in, the small portal closing shortly after. Leaving Jenna by herself- She sighed in a mix of things, frustration, anger, but also sad and lonely. Angels aren’t meant to love Demons, they were enemies, it was a well known fact, even humans wrote about it… she felt so lost, her heart told her one thing but the way of God’s  laws would have made anything possible- not possible.

Jenna’s wings delicately wrapped around her body as she sighed, she missed your snarky responses and snappy attitude, it was admirable to see that from you. I mean a Demon being that way is natural but something about you made it seem so much more interesting… she tightened her wings around her slightly, a gentle sigh escaping her as she began to wish of seeing you. She knows it’s not what’s meant to happen or even should but- 

Everytime she sees you she starts wishing it was your arms hugging her instead of her own wings.

part 2

[jarofstyles]

JAROFSTYLES FICTOBER DAY 8- Scream

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Warnings- angelsxdemon, mention of god, blasphemy tbh, smut

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“That isn’t the type of scream I’m used to…” The dark eyed demon smirked down at the angel, sweat spattering her littering skin. Her chest heaved as she looked up at the dark eyed creature with a glare, but it was hard to focus on the comment. 

It was hard to focus on anything when she had the best cock inside of her, hitting every spot that she didn’t know needed to be hit.

She would be exiled, if they knew. Her wings would be taken, and she would be stuck at heaven’s gate doing intake, but somehow her feud with a demon who also frequented her area of earth had blown into a full blown sexual affair. 

“B-Be quiet and keep doing that.” She huffed, her light voice falling into a mewl as he did just that. 

No sex had ever been such a temptation. She understood now, why people sometimes lusted after these creatures. Her complete opposite, dark minded and murky to her light and airy, and yet she found herself in this position. They quite literally fed off of sin, and the clouds knew that this was one of the most sinful activities she had even partaken in. It was another question she had for the big man up in the sky. 

If it was so bad, forbidden to the highest degree, then why did it feel so good?

Her toes curled as the strokes of his thick cock sent zaps of pleasure into her belly and her heels dragged down the backs of his thighs, trying to tug him deeper as she felt his sweat dripping onto her chest. Deep pink, wet lips had sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, making her whimpering continue as he hit into her with precision. Like it was a prearranged strategy to know her body’s most sensitive places, a roadmap to making her cum. 

His length filled her perfectly. The sounds of it slipping in and out of her sopping hole was audible in her room, sure she was making a mess of her bed. It would be a humiliating reminder when he inevitably left her and she woke the next morning to find evidence of their salacious activities, but one that would most definitely leave her cunt aching for more. 

“Who said you can give demands, little Angel?” The demon cooed. “Who says… I want to hear anything but my name and you begging for my cum leaving that holy little mouth?” Sharp teeth brushed her jaw, a deepy chuckle leaving his lips as he nipped the skin and slid a hand around her throat, pinning her down on the bed. His hips continued their thorough thrusts, the evil smirk on her face making her squeal. 

“No, no. That’s what I want to hear. God’s little servant, such a shame. A pussy like this should be working for my side.” He crooned, the filth and blasphemy leaving his tongue like a silk ribbon tied package.  She should pull away, leave, report her sins, but she didn’t want to fight the inevitable pleasure. His words were offensive and dirty and she couldn’t stop herself from clenching around him.  “Yeah…” He moaned, looking down at her cunt being spread by him. It was soaked, a ring of cream settling on the base of his cock before sliding down to his overly full balls. “It would be put to such good use in hell. Y’could come party with me… Play my funny little tricks… Let me fuck you where everyone could hear. I think you’d like that.” 

Y/N didn’t know why it sounded appealing when it was absolutely not something she had even allowed herself to think of, but she knew. She knew it was something that was  going to stay with her and haunt her. The feel of his cock filling her like it was perfectly curved to cater to her, the sound of his taunts, his nails digging into her thighs. It would be a recurring nightmare that would make her reach between her thighs when she woke up in a sweat. 

“N-No..” Her eyes closed and her mouth opened in pleasure as he began to move a bit harder inside of her, well aware her words were lies but having to try one last time to save herself. Why did they forbid sex when it felt like euphoria? Why was this going to be a punishment if anyone found out? How could they blame her for indulging in someone who knew what she needed and to find a release she didn’t know was full? 

“Yes.” He replied, squeezing slightly over her throat. “No angel should have such a tight, weepy little cunt. Dripping all over my fat cock, making a mess of my balls. Think you’ll clean them up for me after I empty them into this perfect little angel cunt.” Pursing his lips, he spit down on where they connected and made her squeak in disgust- but he could feel what it did to her. “It’s too late to pretend. I’ve corrupted your soul, sweet Angel. You’re so gone for it.. Gonna lick yourself off of me and get me hard again so I can take all of my one promised night….” He thumbed over her clit with his other hand, watching her back arch off the bed. “Mhm… I’m going to haunt you, darling.” His eyes were completely black, brows furrowed as his face controrted with rapture. He’d never find another pussy quite like this, and he wanted to be the only one to own it. Perhaps it would take time, but he as going to be the one who kept her. “ But I’ll be here to quell that ache that I’ll leave behind. All you’ve got to do is beg.”

[bruisedloverr]

I can't really stop thinking about a demon fucking an angel raw and, at some point, the angel lets out, much the demon's surprise, a very whiny "M-my G---!", before instantly covering his mouth, as to not mention that Sacred Name in such a sinful moment. And instead of taking it as an offense, he takes the aforesaid failed act as utterly delightful.

As if not only being involved in an incredibly shameful situation for a divine being akin to the one that was just beneath him, receiving his cock inside him like an obedient little lamb, he just was about to make it even more blasphemous, by letting out His name in the middle of everything.

The angel, who has been unable to directly look at the one who was giving him such sick, disgraceful, yet engulfing pleasure, suddenly has his face grabbed by the demon. Being forced to finally meet his eyes.

And then, to his horror and shame, he's asked just what was he about to say. His mind, that was already a mess for the whole situation, becomes even more chaotic, trying to find an excuse. He knows that they both know what he was about to whine. So he just stays silent, trying to ignore the rising guilt.

After being asked, or more exactly, demanded to complete his sentence, he decides to stand up for himself and his devotion for once, and, in a very hesitant tone, says that he isn't going to repeat it. Which, of course, it's just a challenge the demon will eventually win.

He may think he will never say it now, but after the angel ends up braindead from the continuous orgasms, he may as well not have such conviction to refuse to scream his Lord's name in a complete, lustful vain.

[starfaggot]

what if you were my angel and i was your demon and i ruined your innocent, celestial little mind. if i manhandled you by your halo, dragged you to hell to be corrupted by temptation. you can't resist my warmth, my royalty, when i fill you full of my seed and make you pray to me. i am your god now, your new ruler, and slowly your wings turn ashen from my corruption. bow down to your infernal king, serve me in hell and slowly fall from heaven, darling. it's where you belong.

[starslasher]

So would you tell me if you want me?

Cause i cant move until you show me

[rosefuckinggenius]

THEM. Breath if you agree 💖

[crowleysaziraphale2003]

A fic from my AO3, which I both wrote and posted on the same train ride, about eight months ago. Aziraphale asks Crowley what the 'J' stands for. Enjoy! :)

Just A J, Really

"Crowley?"

The demon in question glanced up from his newspaper. He was sat-although sat was never really the right word, was it, not with Crowley-on the sofa in bookshop, opposite to Aziraphale.

"Yes, angel?"

Aziraphale lowered his book down onto his seat, next to him. "What does the 'J' in your name stand for?"

Crowley shot him an incredulous look. "Aziraphale. We've been through this already, in 1941. It's just a 'J'. Really."

Aziraphale thought for a moment. "Well, surely it must mean something!"

"Believe me, it doesn't."

Undeterred, Azriphale looked him straight in the eyes and asked him, "Are you embarrassed of your name, dear? Because believe me, I've been there. I hate that there's such a kerfuffle when people are trying to pronounce my name, hence the whole, 'Mr Fell' thing, of course."

Crowley raised a sceptical eyebrow at him. "Kerfuffle?"

"Yes, it's a word, dear."

"Right. Yes. I know that, Aziraphale. You just use such odd words sometimes, is all."

Aziraphale shrugged, smiling. "You still haven't answered my question."

"Yes, I have."

"No, you haven't."

Crowley scowled at him. "Don't go there," he growled. "It's just a J. End of story."

Aziraphale sighed, but his eyes were bright with mirth. "Whatever you say, darling. But just know that I will hereby be mentally referring to you as, 'Anthony Janthony Crowley.' It has a nice ring to it."

"Ngk. Idiot," Crowley responded affectionately, sitting up in his seat for once and picking up his newspaper. "Whatever. Call me what you wish."

"I will."

Crowley pretended to look at his newspaper, feigning a casual demeanour.

"So, angel," he enquired. "Angels don't generally have them, but you are retired, at the end of the day. Do you have a first or middle name?"

Across him, Aziraphale paled.

"Let's not go there."