#prince of hell!reader

Part Two to an earlier request! I was able to clear out some free time today, so it’s coming earlier than expected!

Warning: use of explicit language and implied nsfw

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“Michael, your moping has gone on long enough. Get your ass out of bed.”

“No.”

“You’re being a child.”

“Go away.” Y/n sighed. There was only one option left to get the man out of bed. Grabbing the far side of the blanket Michael was laying on, y/n gave it a hard tug, causing the other male to fall off of the bed. Michael flailed for a moment to untangle himself, glaring up at the demon prince. “What the hell was that for?”

“You’re the Anti-Christ. You’re an adult. Act like it.” Michael threw

“Fuck you.”

“I’m open to that.” Y/n’s eyes widened as he realized what he just said. Shit shit shit abort interaction abort-

“I thought I annoyed you.”

“You do.”

“Then why did you say that?” Y/n turned to leave, intending on ending the conversation and forgetting it ever happened. “Stop.” He froze.

Michael stood and walked over to the demon prince, hands clasped behind his back.

“Now answer me. Why did you say what you did?” When y/n didn’t answer, Michael spoke again. “That was an order, y/n.”

“I love you.”

“Well, that wasn’t so hard to say. Would you actually be willing to engage in sex with me?” Oh what the hell, it wasn’t like he could actually get in anymore trouble.

“Yes. Lots of it.” Michael grinned and returned to his place on the bed, laying down and patting the empty space beside him.

“Then why don’t you come over here and join me on the bed.” Y/n took a moment before he joined him.

It wasn’t like he any sort of saint.

<Bonus>

The two men panted, lying next to each other on the bed. Y/n spoke first.

“My boss is going to kill me.” Michael brushed some hair out of his eyes.

“Shame. You have such a lovely face.” Y/n pushed his hand away.

“Shut up.”

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“I made you a favor! This little fish wasn’t suitable for you.”

Anon requested: “Imagine being the most powerful knight of Hell and overpowering Constantine”

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John Constantine dusted of his trench coat, walking away from the smoking remains of a demon. There had been an increase of them coming after him for some reason.

“Well, it took me long enough to find you.” Turning around, he found a person leaning against the wall behind him. On the street was an expensive looking black car.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” The stranger smiled, toying with a ring on their finger.

“Not personally. Formal name is Belial, but you can call me y/n.” Constantine scoffed, pulling out a cigarette and patting his pockets for a lighter.

“You honestly expect me to believe that you are a Prince of Hell?”

“Yes. I’m looking to hire you. You keep destroying my messenger demons.”

“I believe you’re from Hell. But you’re probably just a common demon. And I don’t take on jobs from any sort demons, especially the kind that send others after me.” The next thing John knew, he was slammed against the wall held only by a hand on his throat. Y/n leaned close to him, eyes turning from y/e/c to bright yellow.

“That was just insulting Constantine. Let me make this clear. You ARE taking the job, or I will make sure that everyone you know burns in the deepest pits I can find. Is that clear?” John nodded, and y/n dropped him on the floor.

“Good. Now that we’re on the same page, let me explain the details.” The demon prince walked away towards a car, motioning for the magician to follow him.

“Bollocks.”

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“Thanks for your observations dad, you’re bloody helpful!”

Anon requested: “Imagine being a prince of Hell sent by Satan to watch over Michael Langdon and falling in love with the boy”

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“You want me to what?” The Prince of Hell asked in disbelief. In front of him, the Devil sat behind an ornate desk and stacked some papers.

“I’m sending you to watch the boy. Fail to do so, and you will be sent to the pits as a permanent guest.” Lucifer didn’t even bother looking up. “Is that understood?”

“Of course my lord. As you command.” Y/n replied through gritted teeth.

This boy better not be a brat or he was going to murder it, Anti-Christ or not.

<—>

Michael Langdon paced in front of the man sitting on the chair by the fire pit.

“So the Devil himself sent you?”

“Yes, I am to watch over you and guide you, advise you if need be.”

“And what if I want more than that?”

“I am to obey any commands you give me.”

“I see. Very well, I suppose you could come in handy.” Y/n rolled his eyes; of course he would be useful.

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“Could you pick up that book for me?” Y/n swore silently as he bent over to pick up the book Michael asked for. The blonde male could have gotten it, but he was making his new asset do it.

“You know, those jeans compliment your ass very nicely.” That was unexpected. Refusing to show his surprise, y/n straightened and handed the book to Michael.

“You’re telling me this why?” The half-human smirked up at the prince of hell.

“Because I can.” With that, Michael stood and exited the room, leaving behind a very confused demon.

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A few weeks later found the two in a study, researching some pointless little thing that Michael had been obsessed with recently. Or rather, y/n did the research while the bored anti-Christ fooled around.

“I’m starting to think you’re growing fond of me.”

“I’m starting to think you’re delusional.” Y/n retorted. Michael took the book out of his hands and set it on the side table.

“I think that you like me, and you’re denying it. Why else would you be looking this up for me?” Rolling his eyes, y/n picked the book back up.

“Because you commanded me to. I don’t really get a choice in that.” The book was taken out of his hands. Sighing, y/n reached back to grab the book, only to have his hand grabbed by Michael.

“I’m bored.” Y/n tried tugging his hand back to no result. Instead Michael came over to him and straddled his waist.

“Get off of me you son of-“ Y/n was cut off by Michael’s lips on his. Caught off guard, the demon prince did nothing for a moment while the Langdon kissed him. A sudden pain made Michael jerk back, bringing a finger to his now bleeding lip.

“You bit me!”

“You kissed me!”

“Like it was that bad.”

“I’ve had better.” Scoffing, Michael stood up and stalked out of the study. Y/n watched him leave, touching his lips. He caught himself and shook his head angrily.

Being so long without any other contact had messed with him. It wasn’t like he liked the annoying little punk, with his pretty face and long hair and-

Oh shit.

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