#soft actually

(Prompt fills for Quefish's Ineffable Kinktober list.)

"I’ve heard virginity defined as having the body in the soul’s keeping. Well – for us, it always is, isn’t it?”

“Getting philosophical again, angel. Beyond me."

“Well, think about it. They issue us a corporation, and if we’re discorporated, we get another. Our bodies are always in the soul’s keeping. So is it a matter of what’s been done with the corporation – as I’m sure you have –”

Crowley gave a little start there, and discreetly snapped away the resulting wine stain from the cover of the Chesterfield.

Read On AO3

𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖊  𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖊𝖉  𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖙  the  couch,  his  guitar  resting  comfortably  in  his  lap.  his  fingers  drifted  across  the  strings,  the  soft  hum  of  the  melody  filling  the  quiet  space  between  them.  he  played  a  few  stray  notes,  testing  the  feel  of  the  music,  letting  the  rhythm  guide  him.  the  melodies  came  and  went,  just  little  snippets  of  sound  that  didn’t  quite  fit  together  but  felt  right  in  the  moment.  he  glanced  at  gloria,  a  smile  tugging  at  his  lips. 

❝   you  know, ❞  he  said  casually,  still  plucking  at  the  strings,  ❝  i  wrote  something  for  you.❞  tage  took  a  breath,  his  fingers  settling  into  a  new  rhythm.  this  wasn’t  like  the  fast  paced  notes  he  usually  played.  this  one  had  meaning,  a  little  piece  of  him  woven  into  every  note.  he  wasn’t  sure  why  he  hadn’t  shared  it  with  her  sooner,  but  as  the  music  began  to  flow  from  his  fingertips,  he  realized  it  didn’t  matter.  ❝  nowhere  near  perfect.  but,  it’s  yours. ❞

“Well.”

Standing next to his friend, as he’s done for years now, under a rather inconveniently placed plant. It really wasn’t intentional--perhaps someone had placed it there after the fact, because J’onn had been pointedly dodging mistletoed doorways and decorations all night--but here he was, at an impasse with Max Lord, who was steadily turning a darker shade of red.

J’onn made a snap decision, and stooping his great height over, leaned in to press green lips gently to Max’s cheek.