"C-C-COUNTERPUNCH!"

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐞.

I write sometimes and I’m into Obey Me!, Ex and Bee, and I’m trying to get into Tears of Themis. BUT other than otome stuff I’m also super into theatre and my fav plays rn are Little Shop of Horrors & God of Carnage !!! (love you Audrey II 💔💔💔)

𝐁𝐘𝐅.

— I don’t have a DNI but if you’re a proship account please don’t follow me.

— I don’t like minors following me.

Pretending to clear her throat, she saunters into his office with a small smile, “Sully.”

Once Satan looks up from his paperwork to see her walking towards him, he can practically feel the tension drain from his body as he sets his pen down. “Amour,” he says with a soft smile, gazing at her as she sets the mugs down on the desk. He swivels his chair around as she makes her way over to him and cups his cheeks, he couldn’t help but nuzzle into the palm of her hand and close his eyes as he felt the heat spread across his face, it was a comforting warmth amongst his chaotic workday. He draped his arms around her waist and pulled her close enough to rest his chin on her stomach.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” he murmurs before resting his chin on her stomach, gazing up at her as if he were carefully studying each feature of her face despite memorizing every minute detail to a T.

She chuckles, the sound soft and light, as she runs her fingers through his hair. “You know you don’t have to do this every time I check in on you, right?”

He could feel his face heating up at the comment, he’s fully aware of how clingy he may seem at the moment and normally he’d suppress this side of himself, and yet here he was. “I can’t help myself.” Satan presses a soft kiss to her palm. “Every time I see you it’s as if all common sense throws itself out the window.”

Amorette lets out a quiet hum of amusement before looking over at his desk, the usually neat desk now having papers thrown askew. Letting out a quiet sigh she looks back down at him, now with concern in her eyes. “Are you even close to being finished yet?” As she asked the question, she could visibly see his shoulder tense back up.

“No, but…” He takes one of her hands, gingerly holding her fingers, and presses her knuckles against his lips before pulling away. “Once I’m done we’ll spend the rest of the day together, I promise.” He gives a reassuring smile as he tentatively pulls away from her and goes back to writing.

Amorette circles around him, her finger trailing up one of his arms before resting her palms on his shoulders, gently kneading the skin under them. Satan tenses up for a moment, sucking the air through his teeth before exhaling through his nose.

“Please, Amour…” He murmurs, a rosy hue creeping upon his cheeks. “I need this work done by midnight…” And yet, he leans back against the chair and into her ministrations, not bothering to put up much of a fight, nor does he want to. She couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of him becoming pliant from just a few light touches. With a smirk, her hands slide from his shoulders down to the chest window of his outfit, her manicured nails gingerly scraping against the sheer material.

“I love watching you come undone beneath me.” She coos before pressing her lips below the skin of his ear leaving a glossy, pale pink kiss mark in its place.

Feeling her continue to pepper kisses along his neck, Satan lets out a low moan and tilts his head to the side. “You’re a distraction…”He rests his hand on top of hers to steadily guide her downwards, the heat of her palm causing him to shiver.

Amorette grins at his reaction as she moves her free hand from his chin to his jawline, forcing his head to turn to the side just enough to look up at her as she leans in closer, her breath ghosting over his lips. Seeing him with his face flushed, pupils dilated, his chest heaving with each breath. It was a beautiful sight, really.

“So needy,” she teases, stopping her hand below his abdomen, her nails lightly scratching just above where he wants her the most as she leaned in once more, the tips of their noses now touching each other. “I’ll give you what you want in just a moment, okay? Just be patient…”

The second Satan opens his mouth to reply his mind goes blank in an instant as he feels her lips press against hers, with the intoxicating scent of her perfume mixed with the sweet taste of her lip gloss, he could feel his heart pound harder against his chest with each passing second.

She moves her hand from his jaw to cradle the back of his head, her fingers getting tangled in his golden locks as she takes his bottom lip between her teeth, nipping and biting at the skin, drawing a quiet hiss from him until she felt a warmth flooding into her mouth, the rich, copper taste sending a jolt of adrenaline through her chest. With a soft hum, she pulled away from him, a string of both saliva and his blood now dangling from her lips.

Looking down at Satan, Amorette couldn't help the chuckle that slips past her lips, how the usually put together image of him was gone in this moment, now replaced with the rumpled, mussed version brought her a sense of satisfaction. She takes his chin by the thumb and index finger, ensuring that he won’t look at anything else but her.

“There we go,” she coos, her voice almost taking a taunting tone as her thumb smooths over the cracked skin of his lower lip, smearing the blood in the process. “That wasn’t so bad now, was it?”

Satan, still panting heavily, shakes his head in response. With one final grin, showing off the fresh, crimson liquid now staining her teeth, her fingers steadily begin to unbuckle his belt with practiced ease.

“Just relax, Sully, let me take care of you.”

🪼🫧 — The sounds of Leviathan’s soft whimpers was honestly music to your ears. Breathy and needy as he squirms under you, rolling his hips against yours, desperately trying to find relief from the tightness from his boxers, fingers curled against the sides of your head while you bite and suck at his broad pecs, almost relishing the hints of salt that hits your taste buds as you do.

“M–mmm–MC, is this…is this really necessary?..” He whines in between his pants.

You furrowed your brows as you pulled away from his chest, looking up at his rosy flushed cheeks. It was as if he asked the most obvious question in all of the three worlds.

“Yes?” You answer simply, refusing to elaborate any further.

“Come on…you know I have to work on my first–AH!”

He cuts himself off with a sharp gasp, throwing his head back, when you latched onto his puffy, pink bud, flicking your tongue against the tip of it, as your hand comes up to cup his other pec, brushing your thumb against his, now erect, bud before taking it between your fingers and giving it a gentle tug. Letting out a strangled whine, he arches into you, wanting you as close to him as humanly possible.

You take his swollen peak between your teeth before pulling away with a faint *Pop!* “Still worried about that first draft?” You ask mockingly, a smirk on your lips.

Mind still fuzzy, he looks at you with his glossed over eyes and shakes his head, skin slick with a sheen of sweat and his hair now sticking in every direction.