“Short Americano, right?”

You’d never seen this man before, and yet he knew your order.

“You got me.” You laughed. “That’s a good guess for a new guy.”

“I have good intuition.” He grinned. “How did you know I was the new guy?”

“Intuition.” You winked.

Drawing your gaze away from his soulful eyes, you glanced at his name badge.

August. That should be easy enough to remember.

He handed over your drink. He’d written your name on the side of the cup.

You scoffed in amusement. “I’m here so often that even the new guy knows my name. Unless you’re about to tell me you’re psychic. If you are, you’ve gotta give me tonight’s Powerball numbers.”

August chuckled. “Sorry to disappoint, but I’m definitely not psychic. You’re on your own.”

“Dammit! So close.” You feigned annoyance. A pause. “Shit! I didn’t even pay for this. Let me get my purse.” You slid the cup back onto the counter and fumbled in your bag. August watched you calmly.

“It’s on the house.”

“Can I at least give you a tip?”

“I said it’s on the house.” He smiled, but there was a hint of a command in his voice. “Enjoy.”

When you looked back at him, his eyes were black. You took your coffee and hurried off to your usual table. With every sip you took, you could feel him watching you. Maybe it was your mind playing tricks on you, but every time you caught his eye, you could swear his smile grew wider.

The coffeehouse emptied in a hurry. The sky darkened, quickly turning to the inky blackness of midnight. You checked your phone – 3 pm. Surely it couldn’t be this dark already?

Setting your phone down on the table, you drained the dregs of your coffee and saw August standing in front of you. The door opened, and a tall, thin figure appeared, its grin just as unnerving as August’s. A chill swirled through the room.

It spoke, its voice a grating rasp that covered every inch of your skin in staccato bursts of pain.

“You’ve found her. Well done, Asmodeus. Bring her to me.”

Demon August - how 'bout that?

I loved this movie as a kid, so it only felt (super)natural to make a Henry-cast version. Practical Magic by me. [Henry x Sally Owens] 

Loving the witchy vibes? Bring forth my smutty hoes, for this one’s pure witchy, breeding-kinka-liciousness. Break the Circle by @blakerogue [demon!August x witch!reader]

And when speaking devils & demons, August’s got all it takes. This fic by our own lovely demon of lust, @littlefreya, brings you a beautiful, haunting monster that is here to take it all (also..does anyone else get Phantom of the Opera vibes or is it just me?😮 )  [devil!August x OFC]

Are your thighs quivering yet? This one’s giving you a whole new meaning to “la petite mort”. Red Night by @littlefreya [vampire!Sherlock x reader]

Dressing Up Fun

The Addams Family *snapsnap* tududu *snapsnap* tududu-tududu-tududu. Dad!Henry, your daughter and you dress up for your Halloween party. By @thecavillchronicles [Dad!Henry x reader]

More Addams Family romance, because who can be more sultry as Gomez than our darlin’ August? Fright Night by @supersweetstache [August Walker x reader]

 “It’ll be good for us, plus it’s not like I can get you anymore pregnant,” he says with a gruff chuckle. 😳 Gimme all this cheeky, food making fluff, please! Monster Mash by @its--fandom--darling [Dad!Henry x reader]

Let’s agree we’ll call ‘getting it on’, ‘getting spooky’ in the Month of October, mkay? Surprising Henry with a sexy costume by @okay-klepto [Henry Cavill x reader]

Just because he doesn’t wear a knight’s armour, doesn’t mean he can’t be one. Haunted Houses is cute fluffy yearning stuff by @littlefreya [Henry Cavill x OFC]

Naughty kitten, dirty kitten, little tease of.. Henry Cavill Untamed by @maggotzombie [Henry Cavill x reader]

Combining two great things: Halloween and karaoke night. What could possibly top THAT?! Sing Your Heart Out by @thelastsock [Henry Cavill x reader]

A short little list of what it’d be like if Sy would get babysit duty of his nieces and nephews on Halloween night. Trick or Treating by @gearhead66 [Sy]

Ghosts & Werewolves

Silly smut seems to go hand in hand with spooktober. So are you ready for some invisible schlong? My Boo by @the-soot-sprite​ [Mike x reader]

A crazy cool haunted house vibe, a smidge of good ol’ horror movie panic, and a werewolve with a perfectly handsome moustache. I absolutely devoured this fic by @chuuulip​. Another Earth [August Walker x reader]

Picture edits:

Vampire august by @rmtndew

Werewolf henry by @ajossi-art

Dad!Henry carving pumpkins by @eastwesthomeisbest

Vampire Charles by @demivampirew

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 Angel in the Dark

You didn’t believe in fate, not really. You didn’t believe your life was predestined or anyone else’s to play with. It was yours alone, to make choices, good or bad. Only you decided when you did things and where you did them. And no one would have ever been able to convince you otherwise, until you met him.

Seeing him in that club, kissing him before you knew his name, now you couldn’t help but feel was in some way a trick, manipulated in his favor. That maybe bumping into him, quite literally, was his orchestration. Maybe whether you spoke to him or not, he had his sights set on you, and a one-night stand was never going to just get to be a one-night stand.

It was all too simple. Meeting you and not taking advantage, kissing you but following your lead, sleeping with you like you meant something to him. It didn’t add up. You could sense the kind of man he was; dominating and possessive. Too dominating and possessive to be as gentle with you as he had been. And all of it fell into a perfect line for what you now realized he wanted from you: not just sex, but more; nothing less than your life. But admitting all of that to yourself was entertaining the possibility that you were stalked like prey and any training at staying away from bad men had been a useless waste of time.

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It was the third day, third of eight. August promised the pain would subside as the days passed, but so far he was proving to be a liar, not to your surprise. Every few hours, the wings ripped your skin wider to accommodate their size as they grew from the inside of your body pushing out. At three days, they were now the span of a couple feet, shining an opalescent white in the glare of the sun.

As you laid on your stomach, frozen in place against the mattress, wings bloodied and draped across your back with your eyes closed tight, you tried to understand the depth of the pain; how it was able to hurt the way it did. The feeling couldn’t compare to anything Earth may dare to offer. So different, so unnatural in its entirety, and indescribably excruciating. It was merciless, not letting you escape, not letting you find the will to walk without your bones threatening to crack. You could barely speak for fear fire would thrust itself up from your lungs and incinerate your throat. It was all-consuming, swallowing your body whole instead of localizing where the skin of your back had shredded open.

“Just a few more days,” August said, and you flinched at his voice. Every time he spoke it was a shock he was still there beside you, with his massive, black wings hanging over the back of the chair he sat in. Those monstrosities weren’t attached to his muscled back when you met him; nowhere in sight when he was in your bed.

August dabbed at your broken and bleeding skin with a cool cloth, eliciting little whimpers passed your chapped lips. “I know it hurts, Angel.”

“Don’t—" You forced out despite the heat in your throat, acid on your tongue, waves of nausea you knew would follow. “…C-Call me that.”

He sighed and continued to wipe the blood from your naked body. “I wish you wouldn’t say that. When the time is up, you’ll feel so much better about this, about me, and you’ll see how beautiful they are. You’re already so gorgeous, the wings will only add to your beauty.”

“I di-didn’t want--

“Don’t talk, Angel,” he said. “I know how you’re feeling about this right now, but humans are not allowed to live in this world. I had to do this so you can stay.”

You screamed as the wings tore your skin open a few more centimeters, and August quickly scooted his chair closer to brush the hair from your face.

He softly shushed you the way one might soothe a kitten, before leaning down and placing a kiss to your sweaty forehead. “It’s ok. I’m not going to leave your side.”

You would have slapped at him, pushed him away with all your might if you had the strength, but your lungs were tightening, body burning as if it had been licked by the sun. You were dying, slowly morphing into a horrid creature from fantasies, leaving behind any trace of humanity. In your veins you could feel something coursing and altering your DNA. You knew you still looked like you, for the most part, but you weren’t you, not anymore. All because you met a man who got attached and wouldn’t let you go. All because he couldn’t remain in your world and decided with certainty that if he couldn’t be in yours, he would drag you to his. A place some believed in and some didn’t, a place no one could prove the existence of, now your iron cage.

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It was five more nights of torture before you felt like you could really breathe again, and even then, the oxygen was just as foreign as the pain you had trudged through, and you found little comfort in it fully filling your lungs.

“You’re awake.”

His smooth voice drew your eyes away from the scenery out the bedroom window; the first glimpse of true, heavenly beauty you’d seen since he brought you here. But you weren’t convinced it wasn’t an illusion crafted by his devilish fingers for your comfort. Much like his own beauty, a trick tempting you to call off your desire to leave this world and go home. You tried your best to ignore how perfect he looked; the curls of his hair, the scruff of his jaw, the black wings you first saw the night you met him when they had suddenly appeared only after you’d slept together.

“And you’re standing already. I hoped to come help you, but you’re clearly much stronger than I was after I had to grow my own wings.”

Your eyes flashed in anger before your tore them away from his, back to the rolling hills overlapping one another outside your window. The breeze rustling your hair, the chirp of the birds, the glisten of the sun off the small lake dotted in the landscape, distracted you from August’s approach. You stilled at his breath hitting the back of your neck, but when he slipped his rough fingers through the layers of your shimmering feathers you couldn’t contain the shiver that shot through your body. His own black ones ruffled when his skin touched his creation.

“So beautiful,” he whispered.

“I’m glad you’re proud of your work.”

August let out a puff of air, a weak laugh. “My work? Angel, this was all you. I knew they would be beautiful if they were going to be a part of you, but you really outdid yourself.”

Twisting your body fast, you met him chest to chest, your eyes burning with a heat to match the devil. “I outdid myself? You forced this on me. You injected me with that—that poison without my permission.”

“And you survived. Not many can say the same. You’ve come out stronger.” Fingers trailed through your feathers again and you ignored the heat it sent to your core.

“I’ve come out of this wanting to kill you more than I did before,” You said, shifting the wing back and away from his reach.

Without a moment to pass, August gently grasped your chin between his thumb and index finger as his gaze landed on your lips. “That will fade with time,” he whispered, then inched his face closer. You shoved him away just before his lips could meet yours, and August stumbled back with a chuckle. “Certainly stronger.”

“I’m not going to let you kiss me,” you snapped.

“Not today, it would seem.”

“Not ever again!” Somehow the words felt wrong, each one more sour than the last. Wrong, as if your lips called to his and a portion of your mind was so disappointed at the fight you were going to force it through by trying to keep yourself away from him. But it was a small portion, and the rest of you was much stronger.

“We will see, Angel,” He crossed his arms. “You and I have eternity. One day you will wake up and realize I am all you have, I am all you want, and this memory will be lost. All you will know is me and my touch and our world.”

As he spoke, his eyes held a gentle sincerity that you wished wasn’t there. You wished the blue of them wasn’t so calm and casual and certain of the way he was feeling. Shaking your head, you matched his stance. “You’re a monster,” you said. “You really are, and here I thought I’d seen the worst of monsters, but clearly not.”

August slowly stepped back into your space again, catching you off guard with a flush to your cheeks as he loomed over you. But you kept his stare, even with your back against the wall, wings spread against the stone. “You may breathe your sweet words all you’d like, Angel, but it changes nothing,” He said, running a knuckle down your cheek. “If I am a monster, I am your monster, and I’m not going anywhere.” Smiling, his eyes glanced at your lips again. “Luckily for me…neither are you.”

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Your nose crinkled with distaste as you walked the streets, making sure to keep enough distance between yourself and the other passersby. The last thing you wanted was one of these filthy humans touching your celestial skin.

Why did Father insist on sending you down to this cesspool of sins that was Earth to watch and report back? You would never understand, but you hated every minute. In your eyes, this generation of humanity was beyond redemption. Corrupted and dirty, only caring about profit and pleasure.

Hedonistic vermin!

They shouldn’t be allowed to exist and continue to taint Father’s creation. Millenia had passed and they have profaned every aspect of this planet. The air was putrid, the earth rotten, the rivers poisoned…

Everything that was once good and beautiful was slowly dying and still, Father refused to let you intervene. He granted humans free will for a reason and they needed to want to be saved.

As you watched them around you, the filth infesting every inch of what was once a paradise, you weren’t all that confident in their ability to repent and turn back to light. And even though Father forbade it, you decided you could just give a little nudge in the right direction. You weren’t disobeying per se, just… facilitating things. Speeding their opportunity to repent for their wrongs.

You took a seat at the coffee shop and to anyone who looked, you were nothing more than a simple tourist savoring some fresh coffee, one of the few things made by humans you actually enjoyed. The Eiffel Tower behind you, illuminated by the bright afternoon sun as you discreetly watched the man sitting three tables away, reading his newspaper.

To you, most humans look the same, varying only in the disgusting rotting of their souls, but even though August Walker had one of the darkest souls you had ever encountered, you could deny he was beautiful.

Tall and thick, his shoulders and torso broad and housing solid and well-defined muscles. His face looked almost as if sculpted in the best of marble, giving him sharp lines and features. His dark hair combed neatly, hid some of the wayward curls that would sometimes fall over his eyes whenever he was doing extraneous activities.

His lips, soft, plush, and pinked by the heat of his beverage, were shaped in a perfect cupid bow that widened beautifully when a stray smile crossed his features. A rare sign that made its apparition even more special. His eyes were the blue hue of deep ocean waters and probably just as cold, his gaze always calculating and assessing his surroundings, the superior intellect obvious in them.

Yes, it was undeniable that August was a fascinating specimen of human and if what you had seen of him in the last six months was any indication, he was just perfect for what you needed. A couple of years ago he had tried to detonate plutonium bombs in an attempt of forcing the world to see the light.

He understood that sometimes to archive peace, some bloodshed must happen. Death brought hope as paradoxical as that seemed. He nearly died in his endeavor, but it seemed to only strengthen his resolve and here he was, ready to try once again and you were more than willing to help.

You couldn’t bring the change yourself, that was against the rules, but it wasn’t uncommon to offer some divine inspiration to some selected few when a situation called for it and that was your plan. To offer August with a little guidance and protection to make sure he succeeded this time around.

Finishing your coffee and setting the money on the table, you stood from your seat intending to find a new advantage position to watch August. Maybe from one of the roofs of the buildings surrounding the café, but you only managed to walk a few streets before a solid body connected to yours, pushing you against the wall. You were so surprised by the audacity of this bug to touch you that you didn’t realize at first that it was August. Not until his mouth brushed against your ear, his breath ghosting your skin.

“Why are you following me?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

His grip on your arm tightened, tugging your wrist higher against your back and forcing your shoulder in an unnatural angle. He pressed you tighter against the wall, the rough brick surface scraping your cheek. If you were a human, it would be painful, but as it was, it was just annoying, and you had to close your eyes to hide the burning celestial fire in them.

“Don’t make me ask again. I’d hate to damage that pretty face.”

You took a deep breath, containing your fury before you dared to open your eyes, glancing sideways to catch a glimpse of August.

“I’m a free agent, much like yourself and I’ve been following you because I think we can help each other.”

“Is that right?” he snorted but let go of your arm, allowing you to turn around and face him, but didn’t step away. Instead, he caged you in, strong arms at each side of your head as he looked down at you, his eyes piercing as he weighed your words. “And how is that?”

For a moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to reply. Now that you were this close, you could detect this strange, but familiar lingering smell. Something that reminded you of home but diluted and disguised by the bouquet of scents of metal and gunpowder, and sin that whiffed off August. Yet, that sweetness was undeniable, like fresh rain in the morning, clean and pure and suddenly you knew why August was so appealing, unlike all the other humans. He wasn’t a human at all.

“Oh.” You breathed out dumbly as you looked at him, noticing the realization coloring his eyes pitch black as his lips drew into a smirk.

“Does Daddy know you’re down here in the slums?”

“What do you think?” This time, you didn’t bother to hide your flames, pushing against August, but it only made him hold you tighter against the wall.

“And you say we can help each other?” he said, one perfect eyebrow raised. “Isn’t protecting humanity the gist of your job description?”

“I’ll be protecting them…” you replied, cocking your head to the side to look at him. “Giving future generations a chance to be better. There cannot be peace without suffering. Isn’t that what you say?”

For a moment, you just stared at each other, sizing one up, making sure if you could trust one another. You were natural enemies after all. You, a celestial angel. Him, a fallen one turned to a demon.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked.

“If the species die, game over,” he replied, his tongue sneaking out to wet his lips and you couldn’t help but follow the motion. “Now where’s the fun in that?”

“Then like I said, we can help each other.” August just nodded, seemingly convinced, but not even remotely inclined to let you go.

“You know what can happen to you if He finds out?” August cast his gaze upwards and you nodded.

“I’m doing His work. Even if He can’t see it.”

Time ticked by slowly as the two of you stared at each other, assessing one another, trying to discover how far you could trust the other if you could trust at all. An angel and a demon working together? Unthinkable was the only thing that came to mind.

Finally, August let you go and against your better judgment, you actually missed his touch. How strange.

He reached in his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper handing it over to you. Hesitant, you glanced at it noticing a name scribbled down in neat and elegant handwriting.

“Who is this?”

“Someone in need of inspiration…” August smirked. “Of the divine kind.”

“Why?” Your thumb brushed over the letters of the name, touching the soft indentations the pen left behind.

“Now, now, birdie, you don’t expect me to just trust you, do you? Leaps of faith are your kind of deal, not mine. Do this and maybe I’ll consider telling you the rest.”

Again, you stared at each other. You hated that tilt of his perfect lips and the dancing glow of wickedness in his eyes. The way they seem to mock you. You wanted to wipe them away somehow. With your fist. Or your lips.

Instead, you unfolded your wings, making August jump back startled as the strong bones and muscles stretched wide, the pearly white feathers glowing in the sun like bright diamonds, blinding and beautiful. You could see the awe in his eyes, and it was your time to smirk as you offered him a hand.

“How long has it been since you flew, August?”

“A few eons,” he stepped closer to you, ignoring your hand and circling your waist with his arms, his embrace tight, his fingers sneaking under your clothing, exploring the juncture of feather and flesh and you couldn’t hide the shiver that ran through your back.

You wrapped your arms around his strong neck, fingers threading through the soft curls on his nape before you looked up, bending your knees and canting your wings so you could take flight with August’s body pressed against yours.

It was a short journey from where you met August to the man’s apartment and you landed on the balcony with a soft thud, both of you cloaked from view by your powers as you walked into the cluttered flat that reeked of chemicals.

The man in question was perched on a stool, peering into a microscope, looking up periodically to make notations on his notepad, before his gaze returned to the equipment.

At each step you took closer to him, it almost felt like you were crossing a wall of his foul smell. It was rancid as if the man that hadn’t showered in days, mixed with the overly sweet and putrid stench of decaying food. You gagged a little and even August seemed bothered by the cloud of odor that stubbornly tried to cling to your skin.

He had better luck than you because he could keep a distance. You needed to move closer, your lips almost brushing against the man’s ear as you let out a heavy exhale, the air billowing from your nose and mouth a solace of purity against the filth.

You watched as the man breathed in deep, his eyes taking the familiar flick of flame, just a pale comparison of yours but his hand moved against the paper, drawing out incomprehensive formulas by instinct. Once he exhaled, his eyes cleared, his hand stopped, and he looked down in awe at his own work, scrambling to find his phone.

Watching over his shoulder you saw him browse through his contacts, finding the name Lark and sending him a short message:

Formula completed. The toxin will be ready in 12 hours.

As soon as he hit send, you heard a noise and turned to see August pulling out his own phone, his lips drawing into a smirk as he met your eyes. Now you knew his plans.

“Where will it be released?” you asked once the two of you left the chemist’s apartment and returned to the café where it all started. This time, sharing a table, the orange rays of sunset surrounding your both, and painting a gorgeous view, reminding once more why you were doing this.

“In every major city of first world countries.” There was a quiet detachment in August’s voice as if he didn’t care one way or the other. “It kills fast and spreads even faster. The economy will crumble in weeks. They’ll have to build it up from the ground. The trial run will be tonight. Here.”

You swirled the black liquid in your cup, watching the spirals forming like a tiny tornado. You did not regret your actions, but there was deep sorrow for the consequences, not because of the humans but because you knew how this would pain Father. He was strangely attached to these vermin that walked the Earth.

“Then it’s done.” You raised to your feet, shielding your eyes with sunglasses. “Our association ends here.”

“Doesn’t have to,” August spoke, his blue eyes swimming with something you didn’t recognize as he raised himself from his own seat, coming to stand too close to you and offering you his hand. “We could… extend this partnership.”

You should turn around and walk away. The things his voice promised were too dangerous to contemplate and you shouldn’t be thinking about them or him. Your mission was done, and you should go back home. Wait for Father’s judgment of your deeds but what would be the point? To see the White City one last time? To be reminded of all you would lose for the rest of your existence? Prolong you suffering?

You took August’s offer, letting him guide you to his hotel. The room’s window panels overlooking the skyline and the lights of the city like twinkling stars in the night as you contemplated the view, imagining them as each one of the humans you were tasked to watch over, shining like little fireflies that soon would have their lights extinguished.

You felt August hovering behind you seconds before you saw his reflection on the window, the warmth of his body seductive and tempting you to just lie back against his chest. He handled you a glass of deep red wine, his thick fingers trailing over your arm as he pulled back, making you shiver.

“Why bother? Alcohol has no effect on us,” you said, tilting your head back to look at him and his lips drew into that familiar smirk.

“Because it tastes good.” He sipped from his drink, the liquid tinting his mouth of blood-red before August’s attention shifted somewhere else, his smirk widening. “It’s starting.”

You looked back out the window wishing you could see the beginning of the ruin. You wanted to walk among the dying pest, watch them desperately claiming the heavens for forgiveness. Maybe later, right now, the way August’s mouth pressed against your neck, soft and teasing as he tasted you demanded all of your attention.

“I never fucked an angel before,” he commented and you turned to watch him.

You had never been with a demon either. Or anyone for that matter. Neither had your vessel. They needed to be pure to contain the power of divinity. And soon enough, you wouldn’t be anything, your destiny beyond your sight might as well try it.

Stepping closer to August’s warmth, you let your free hand move over the soft fabric of his shirt, tracing the shapes of his chest as you watched his eyes, letting him know you accepted his offer. As soon as you did, his mouth was over yours in a hard, demanding kiss, his fingers threading through your hair, pulling closer and laying claim to your mouth.

You had never felt something this. Sure you could access the memories of your vessel and she had kissed before, quick little pecks on the lips or slow, timid kisses, but nothing with this searing passion and you could feel a fire starting deep inside you as August devoured your mouth, rough and biting, throwing his glass aside along with yours so he could touch all of you.

With his now free hand, he explored the plains of your lower back, cupping your ass until your pressed flush against him, feeling his hardness against your lower belly as he guided backward to the couch, taking a seat and just looking at you.

“Take those off,” he ordered, looking at you with dark eyes a certain hunger burning deep in them. You obeyed without a word, stripping for him and letting his gaze run over the small frame of your vessel. “So beautiful, birdie.”

You were surprised by the gentleness of his touch as he led you to his lap, making you straddle his thick legs, your center in full view for his pleasure. This time, when he caught you by your hair, he tugged your head back hard and your scalp burned slightly, making you whimper.

Teeth and lips attacked your neck and jaw leaving sharp, stinging bites and suckles that had you wincing and flinching despite the deep need taking hold inside you. How strange were humans? They possessed such soft flesh but enjoyed inflicting and receiving so much pain

His other hand cupped and squeezed your breasts, fingers pinching and pulling your nipples until you were arching and rocking against the bulge in his pants, steady flow of moans and incomprehensible pleas coming from your mouth almost against your will, your center hot, wet and throbbing as if summoning something to complete it.

“Let me see them,” August growled against your neck, his beard scratching your skin, leaving bright red marks to accompany the purple ones that were beginning to form.

You unfolded your wings, spreading them wide and they nearly occupied the entire length of the room. August ran his fingers over the feather covering the strong muscle, descending to the juncture of your back almost in awe.

“You’re going to miss them,” he said, meeting your eyes. “Sometimes, it will feel like they are there again and you can just soar free but when you look back, there’s nothing but burnt stumps.”

You let your hands move down his chest, undoing his buttons and pushing the dark shirt over his shoulders, but when your curious fingers moved down his shoulder blades, August caught your wrists, tightening to the point of pain before bringing them down to his lap and over his hard and pulsing shaft.

“If you want to touch something, touch this.”

You obeyed, rubbing him through his slacks, watching as August leaned his head back, lips drawn into a smug smile. Especially when you moved to your knees between his open legs, undoing his zipper and buttons so you could free his cock.

“Isn’t this a lovely sight?” his voice was laced with amusement as he looked at you. “How many demons have ever brought angels to their knees?”

“Don’t make me regret this,” you warned, hand exploring the thick hardness of his cock, feeling the skin velvety and hot, the veins pulsing as you stroked him.

“A little too late for that, birdie,” August scoffed, grabbing you by the hair and tugging hard enough to bring tears to your eyes as he pushed his length past your lips, making you choke. “You have already sinned, might as well enjoy the ride.”

He used your mouth to his pleasure, shoving his cock down your throat until you were gagging and spluttering, unable to breathe. Strangely enough, his treatment of you seemed to only ignite the burning heat inside you, making you moan and tremble, your arousal running down your thighs as you pressed them together to relieve some of the burning emptiness of your cunt.

This shouldn’t feel this good. It was like every second that passed, August’s touches became scorched in your skin, vibrant and bright, making that exhilarating fire run through your veins, urging your body to welcome his claim, receive his thrusts like they were the bridge to your new paradise. His grunts and growls, your heavenly music.

You nearly cried when he pulled back from your mouth, the only connection between you two became the string of spit and precum clear under the iridescent lights of the room.

“You enjoyed that, birdie?” he asked with a smirk, bending down to kiss you as he brought you back to his lap, his cock hard and twitching against your waiting cunt. “You enjoy how I use you?”

“Yes.” You confessed, sighing as his rough fingertips trailed up your thigh, finding your soaked center to play and explore. “Please, don’t stop.”

“I wasn’t planning to,” August declared pushing two fingers inside you, making you hiss and buck, pleasure like sharp shards cutting you open against your will, revealing that hidden need within. “So fucking tight.”

There was nothing gentle about his touch. It wasn’t about you or your pleasure. That was an unintended consequence that you embraced and succumbed to, rolling your body against the fingers penetrating you, his thumb rubbing and swirling your clit to make you wide and wet enough for him.

As August felt satisfied with his preparation, he pulled his fingers back, making you whimper at the loss but soon enough he was guiding your hips up, lining you with his cock and pushing inside you, making you nearly scream as he invaded you so deeply, not stopping until he was sheathed completely inside you.

“Feels perfect, love,” he grinned, licking the salt of your stray tears from your cheeks before he kissed your eyes and smacked your ass to make you move.

You started slowly, grinding on his lap and sending sparks of pleasure up both of your spines. You could see August’s smile widening at the thrill of your walls hugging and squeezing him as you rolled your hips, dragging out the feel of his thick cock pressing against your walls.

Soon, you picked up your pace, lifting yourself with the help of his hands on your hips and bouncing down on his cock. Never in your existence, you had felt this full and completed. Never you felt your body burn with such bright heat, sweat slicking down your skin as wave after wave of unimaginable bliss surged through you as if you were a little, fragile boat trying to endure a storm that threatened to claim you.

The faster you moved, the faster the feeling grew, and it became almost like a tide once August started meeting your movements, thrusting up every time you bounced down in perfect synchronicity. Before you were ready, you were swallowed by pleasure, the fire inside you erupted and consumed you.

You arched and cried out to the skies, your vision blacking out and the heat spreading. You felt it devouring your wings and the searing pain mingled with your ecstasy, occupying every inch of your conscience.

Through all, August didn’t stop moving, didn’t stop thrusting into you as if his pleasure only increased from your own disgrace and it wasn’t until your wings were completely consumed that he finally stilled beneath you, spilling his seed hot and thick inside you, his groans muffled against the crook of your neck.

“Welcome to the fallen, birdie,” his whispered once he caught his breath, his kisses against you jaw almost caring. “You’re one of us now.”

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The table is cold, and hard. My knees feel bruised from how long I’ve been trapped in that position, my wrists rubbed raw from twisting them in the metal shackles. My neck had the same treatment as my wrists; once again, I find myself manhandled into a position where I can’t move. I can feel my aching pussy, wet and throbbing, waiting for what was next.

I don’t want this.

Everything he’s doing to me, everything he’s already done, is like some horrible nightmare that I can’t escape from. He’s too large. Too strong. Too powerful. Something about him is intriguing; I can’t get the image of his scar out of my head. What happened to him to make him want to treat me like this? I’m afraid of him. My body betrays me, makes him think I want it. 

But I don’t want this, do I?

I hear a click and once more the toy takes to it’s incessant buzzing, vibrating rapidly against my cervix. I can see his arm moving, can guess what he was doing to himself as he sits behind me in that leather chair, watching. My legs spasm and my folds milk the toy against my will, traitorously seeking release. I clamp my hands together, digging my nails into my palms repeatedly in the hopes of a distraction from the edge that is so near. He said he wouldn’t fuck me if I don’t come. 

I hope he wasn’t lying.

The toy hits a higher frequency and a high-pitched moan escapes my lips; I can’t help it. The pleasure grows nearer and nearer, and I press my lips together, trying with all my might to push it away. I won’t do it.

I won’t scream for him.

He is angry, I know. By denying him my screams, denying him the fuck that he wants, I still hold some power, and I hold onto that as the vibrations reach that final level. I see something small fly through the air and clatter to the floor in front of me: it’s the remote to the toy. The vibrating isn’t going to stop this time. I whimper. 

“You know, you really shouldn’t test me, pet,” I hear his voice, slithering menacingly into the air like a snake. Something wet traces my sensitive organs, and I try in vain to pull away from the offending touch. My wrists keep me still. Fingers plunge into my center, and he pushes the toy deeper still, placing further pressure on that spot that sends me into eternal bliss every time it’s stimulated.

Still I fight.

I can tell he’s impressed by me, how hard I fight him. It’s a game to him, a power play, a battle of wills. It’s why he’s spent the last six months torturing me daily. It’s a game that I know he will eventually win. But right now, I refuse to break. I hold on to the hope that one day, I will get free.

Something sharp pinches the skin on the backs of my thighs repeatedly, and I cry out. It’s painful. I realize it’s his teeth. He always has to mark me, as if I were a work of art that he’s creating, a brand new canvas with each new position. He brushes the marks softly with his fingers, and I tremble at the touch. My body once more betrays me. The fingers trail down to my clit, circling it the way he knows I like, and I can’t help myself. My hips press into the touch.

Because I want this.

His hands leave my body abruptly and he stands. I watch him tuck his impressive length back into his pants. How can this not be affecting him? He rounds the table and crouches in front of me, tangling his fingers in my hair as I gaze at his face. His hideously scarred, beautiful face.

“I’ll be back in a little while, pet. Hopefully by then you’ll have decided whether you’d prefer to be fucked by the toy, or my cock.”

His lips attack mine, leaving me gasping for air. Wait, he’s leaving? He walks away, kicking the remote out of his way as he heads for the door. All my resolve leaves me instantly.

“No wait, please. Don’t leave me here like this, turn it off. Please, turn it off; Daddy please!!”

I cringe at the use of the moniker he’d demanded. It’s humiliating, and I hate using it. But as the door closes behind him, the toy still buzzing, my thighs still quaking, my cunt still dripping, the thought of being left here like this for hours is too much. I begin to scream.

“NO! Daddy please, I want you to fuck me; I want your cock, please! Fuck me with your cock, Daddy, don’t leave me here! I want you Daddy, I want you, please! DADDY!!!”

I was broken.

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“My little Angel, how far must you have fallen to be on your knees for me.” He leans forward, eyes darting from my eyes to my lips and back again. He brings his hand toward me, the tips of his fingers softly grazing my cheek as his thumb rubs over my bottom lip. My lips part at the heat of his hand against my skin, giving him the opportunity to slip his finger inside my mouth, “Suck.”

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Part 2

He moaned so sweetly for such a massive man, as he slowly moved in and out of you, stretching, filling; his lips grazing across one cheek before nudging his nose against yours and kissing the opposite cheek. You’d tried to thrust your hips up harder to get him to fuck you faster, but all he’d done in response was place a giant hand on your hipbone to hold you in place so he could continue at the pace he preferred.

It was not a pace you were used to, and certainly not one you expected, but you hadn’t hated it. Eventually you succumbed to it, thrived in it, and when you managed to flip him over and sink all the way down his cock, you kept it slow. You’d liked to have thought his hands on your waist kept you from increasing speed, but they just rested on top of your skin, caressing, occasionally moving to your ass and squeezing or to your breast. Your movements were all your own.

“Beautiful,” he had whispered, eyes locked with yours. “Absolutely—”

You shot up at the sound of knocking on the door, instantly groaning at the ache of your healing back then rubbed at your sleepy eyes. There was more to be healed around where the wings had burst through your skin, but it was getting better, and you were finally getting used to the extra weight of them. 

He knocked again. Why he bothered to knock, you didn’t know. He certainly hadn’t bothered to ask you before he invaded your body with that poison, or whatever it was; neither did he when he took you from your world and brought you here.

Even though you didn’t answer, he eased the door open, which felt a little more in character. He’d have come in whether you wanted him to or not. You should’ve locked it, but then again, it’s not like that would’ve kept him out, not with his strength.

August held a small tray in his hands, covered with an assortment of foods that looked as if they were from Earth, but you could never really be sure. Just as you could never be sure if the view out your window was real, or if even he was real. There could be a monster under that beautiful mask, more physical than how you’d accused him before. His skin could be of an inhuman color, bones twisted and mangled, teeth razor sharp, with eyes black as pits. You hoped that wasn’t what you had let inside of your body nearly two weeks ago. You weren’t sure how you would stomach it.

The foods ranged from fat, green grapes to thin apple slices with cubes of cheese, to perfectly round plums and olives. All foods which you enjoyed…coincidentally; you hoped anyway. You were sick of the hints that he had more information on you than he had led you to believe.

You remembered the stories you read as a child about the Gods and Goddesses. The tale of Hades and Persephone always stuck in your mind. Some retellings had the young girl falling in love with her captor, choosing, by her own free will, to eat the food of his world in order to stay there with him. Maybe the food of this world wouldn’t condemn you to the same fate, but you weren’t about to risk it, stomach rumbling or not.  

“You need to eat,” He said as he sat the tray on the table beside your bed. “You haven’t in days, and you need to keep up your strength.”

You crossed your arms like a petulant child. “Not hungry,” You mumbled.

With a gentle smirk he said, “Yes you are, you little liar. I heard your stomach groaning from down the hall.” Then he nudged the tray a little closer. “So eat.”

“I have no intention to indulge in anything you have to give.”

“Well, you should get over it. You need food just as much now as you did before. You may not die, but you could be bedridden, a hollow husk, skin and bones. And not to say you wouldn’t still be beautiful, but I prefer you a little more—” His eyes dragged up and down your form “—plump, than that.

A wave of nausea rolled through you. You didn’t want to be anything he preferred ever again. “Don’t come in here and bring me food like you’re trying to play house.” He snorted but you continued. “I’m not your girlfriend. I’m not your wife. I’m not your toy. You brought me here for no good reason. You forced me through unimaginable pain. You ruined me!”

His face contorted harshly by the end of your words, eyebrows dipping in the center and corners of his mouth tipping down. “You think I wanted you to hurt!?” He shouted, and it shook the walls, actually shook them. A picture fell from its hook and smashed to the ground, scattering glass all over the marble flooring. “You think I don’t remember my own pain from the process? I hated hearing your screams! I wish I could’ve taken it all away, but it wasn’t possible!”

You stood from the bed then, shoving hard at his chest, but he didn’t stumble. “You could have left me alone!” You hit a fist against a boulder of a shoulder. “I’m not meant to be here! I don’t belong! I am human!”

He grabbed your hands and held them down, then pushed you until the backs of your knees hit the mattress and you had no choice but to sit, your wings spreading to fit behind you. He still gripped your wrists when he leaned his face closer and said, “You are meant to be with me. You are mine, and you couldn’t go back to your old life even if I let you. You are not human! This is your home now and I am all you have!”

“…I hate you.” You tried your hardest to maintain the glare in your stare-off, but a tinge of red was seeping into the blue of his eyes, like little veins slithering from the pupil and infecting the iris, and it called for you to back off, to stand down. You looked away from him and he took a breath.

“You will learn to love me,” He whispered. The words, hot from his breath, softly kissed your cheek before fading to coldness.

“You stole me—” You met his eyes to see all the red gone, just the mesmerizing ocean blue “—How could I ever love you? Why would I even bother to try?”

“Because what could you have possibly had on Earth that was so good--Nothing. I saved you,” He said then straightened to his full height. “I am the only one that loves you.”

You jerked your head back when he tried to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear with the hand that wasn’t currently holding your wrists captive. “You don’t love me. We only slept together once.”

“It was enough for me to confirm what I want.”

“What you want from me,” You corrected with a shake of your head. You knew he would take everything from you whether you willingly gave it or not. 

“What I want with you.”

“You’re insane...and sick!”

August chuckled and released you, but there was a warning in that chuckle, a threat in the way he let your hands free. He was being merciful—he wanted you to realize—and would have no problem easily putting you back in your place if you didn’t calm yourself. “I’m getting really sick of your mouth.”

“Yea, well maybe you took the wrong girl.”

He smirked again then crossed his arms, staring down at you, almost examining. “No, I didn’t,” was all he said before he turned to walk away. He paused right before the door and pointed a long finger at the tray of food. “Eat. And maybe by the time I come back you’ll have straightened out that attitude.”

Yea, right. You rolled your eyes as he slammed the door behind him. Not a chance in hell.

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