#sub michael

The smell was awful.

So many different people with distinct pheromones, mixing together into a deadly cocktail that overwhelmed your senses. It didn’t help that your nose was extra sensitive after your rut came unannounced, smelling not only the unique scent of clinics and hospitals, but also every person strolling outside the door. It made you nauseous, a symptom you normally didn’t have.

Your body was heating up as you saw everything double and blurry, your own scent slowly filling the room. It was thick enough to be cut with a blade. Damn it… to think you’d suddenly develop some kind of scent sickness when your rut’s this strong, as if the universe was playing a cruel joke on you. Since you didn’t know how to handle it by yourself, you came to the nearest clinic around. Taking suppressants could be an option, though you wanted to hear what the doctors say. Especially because of this unusual pheromone adversity.

It didn’t take long until the door to your room opened, and the nurse from before came in with the results of the diagnosis. You squinted your eyes at the name tag, it seems his name was Michael. His hair was tied up in a neat bun as he glanced down at the sheets, explaining, “so, the test results say there are no abnormalities with your body.” Hearing that, you immediately argued, “that can’t be…! I’ve never gotten dizzy because of pheromones. Are you sure nothing’s wrong?”

He glanced up from the notepad, furrowing his brows at you, “if I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be telling you all this. Anyhow, the doctor said must be a side effect of excessive meds consume, and perhaps stress— have you been taking any?” You nodded slowly, remembering how you might have overdosed on them, just a little. How were you supposed to know there’d be such heavy side effects?

“Is there anything I can do about it…?” You wondered, noticing his expression turned sour with you. Heck, you could even swear you saw him rolling his eyes…!? Surely that’s not how a proper nurse acts— nevertheless, he didn’t answer right away since he was contemplating whether he should say ‘suck it up’ or propose something.

Normally, things related to hormones and ruts or heat cycles stabilise itself with time. It’s just a matter of balancing your hormone level after all, so a healthy lifestyle would fix a lot. But since you were looking for a quick solution, he suggested, “this isn’t any professional advice, but, you can try intercourse. It should help you release all those suppressed pheromones more easily, so that your body can re-stabilise.”

So… in the end, it comes down to you having sex. Great, not like you couldnt even get near anyone without gagging in disgust. How were you supposed to get it up in such a situation? You were about to snarl back at him, until you realised something crucial. How comes you didn’t notice? The nurse right in front of you was an omega, and you haven’t gotten sick from his scent despite sitting so closely together. This means if you could get him to—

“Not a chance.” Michael said, glaring at you. “W-wait, how did you know what I was going to ask?” You were surprised, by not only that immediate response, but also at the harsh rejection. He crossed his arms before his chest, scoffing, “I could read it from your face and no, I’m not doing it.” Hearing that, you couldn’t hide your disappointment, this was such a rare opportunity! Where were you going to find another whose scent doesn’t trigger you?

As a result, you tried anything you could think of to convince him. Money, favours, or even pleading, yet nothing worked. Sure, you knew you were kind of crossing a line, yet it was worth a try. Otherwise, you’d have to tolerate this motion sickness until who knows how long. Evens so, his constant refusal got frustrating enough that you muttered to yourself, “tsk… I’m going to file a damn complaint at your management.”

You didn’t mean anything by it, really, you were only complaining for the sake of it. But it appears he overheard you and slammed the notepad down, yelling, “No!” The volume made you jump in surprise due to how loud it was, your eyes widened as he began blabbering to himself about stuff you didn’t understand, “Lucifer-Hyung warned me that if I get any more complains because of my ‘behaviour’ that he’s not going to allow me to work here anymore..! That cant happen, I can’t disappoint him— I want to keep working under him at the same workplace.”

Suddenly, he turned his head to face you again, groaning slightly annoyed, “don’t you dare tattle on me. You want to cure your nausea that badly?” You nodded, a little confused by the turn of events. “Then lay down. I’ll do it, and you promise to stay quiet in return.” While you weren’t sure what exactly just happened, you weren’t going to say no. In fact, this misunderstanding was working in your favour, so you simply climbed onto the clinic bed, and popped yourself up by the elbows. “Swear to god.” He demanded, and you complied awkwardly. Finding that condition to be… a little out of the ordinary.

It seems he was satisfied with that, so he joined you on the mattress, straddling your lap. His thighs bracketing your hips while his hands pressed against your lower abdomen, traces of the frown from earlier still visible on his complexion. “Also, this is an one-time thing.” The male added as he fumbled for your zipper, pulling it down with efficient fingers. You found his actions didn’t really match his tone or demeanour, which was kind of endearing.

Or maybe you only thought so due to your rut, since it was potent enough to make you burn up with lust. If it weren’t for all those scents that disgusted you, preventing you from actually getting aroused, you would have long lost your reason. At this point, you’d probably find anyone with a bearable smell and hole to be sufficient, that’s how painful it has been. The contradictions in what your body wanted and needed proving to be a real challenge.

Once he managed to pull your pants down, your arousal became even more apparent. Already on the edge of being fully erect without having done anything, precum leaking through your underwear and creating a sticky, darker patch. He didn’t waste any time as he stripped his own lower half, letting his torso stay clothed with his uniform. His fingers reached back to slowly rub and tease his own entrance, his other hand yanking the last scrap of fabric down your legs and freeing your cock.

Your sex hit your own lower abdomen and left some trails of pre behind, before it grew in size again, until it had fully hardened. Judging by the fact that a pretty attractive omega nurse was currently fingering himself open for you, the reaction was understandable. Slowly but surely, Michael’s body also began producing evidences of his own arousal. A sticky and clear fluid flowed down his soft-looking, milky inner thighs, his palm soaked with that substance.

“Ngh… ha-haah bloody hell.., why is this so… ngh, difficult…? uh-uhmMff…!” He whimpered whenever his fingers brushed over a rather tender spot. This continued for a little bit and not long after, small groans slipped past his gritted teeth. He arched his back and leaned forward, squeezing his eyes shut but not stopping the movements. That pose allowed you to have a perfect view at his cleavage, and damn your hormones for reacting like some highschooler.

By now, his body had produced enough slick for him to easily slip two fingers into his tight heat. He curled his digits, head thrown back as his body trembled with each press against his squishy insides. A small blush crept onto his cheeks, spreading all the way down to his shoulders once he began using scissoring motions to stretch himself out. In his mind, he was cursing at himself— just what kind of mess did he get himself into? He was actually going to have sex with a patient during working hours..?! That’s totally against the rules too, no?

Not that it mattered to him that much, he wasn’t too keen on this job anyway. If it weren’t for the personal reasons which led to him deciding to become a nurse... Nonetheless, his own body was beginning to react to your pheromones. It’s been lingering in this room for a while now, though he managed to ignore it for the most part. But now that he was heating up, getting more sensitive, it started to affect him as well, messing with his perception and nerves.

Why did it have to smell so soothing? So comfortable.., he was getting delirious. His eyes half-lidded as saliva drooled down his chin, fingers shaking as he pulled them out. This must have been enough preparation, he should just get it over with as quickly as possible. With that being said, he grabbed you by your shaft roughly, coating everything with his natural lubricants before pointing the tip at his own gaping hole. “Ngh… you better don’t move.” He warned, though the threat was dulled by the trembles in his voice.

Gradually, you were able to pick up the smell of his pheromones more clearly as well. This was proof that he was getting into this. It was a sweet, somewhat fresh scent, overwhelming enough to make your instincts go wild but not too intense. You glanced between his thighs, hands reaching for his waist absentmindedly but pulling back as soon as you noticed. Even if you two were exchanging sexual favours, you didn’t want to touch him without clear consent.

Though your self-scolding got cut short as you became distracted by what he was doing. Slowly, he began sinking down onto your length, his rim stretching around your glans to accommodate the girth. A sharp whine escaped him, and he bit his bottom lips to muffle his noises as he took one inch after another. Despite his tightness, there were no issues at all since he prepared himself really well, hence why he almost bottomed out in one thrust.

The last bit was a little more difficult though. By that time, he was already so stretched and full, what do you mean there’s more? His thighs quivered with the effort to fit it all in, and once he did, he couldn’t help but drop forward and lean against you. “HhnnNgh~♥︎♡ ah-ahngg…! D-don’t urgh.. say anything… I’m fine, just don’t you— mmhHgff~ don’t laugh…!” You weren’t laughing though, and simply gave him a soft smile as you inquired, “i won’t. But, haah… you are clenching around me so much… can I touch you, please? I might go crazy at this rate…”

He could tell your rut was in full swing, and he pulled a slightly embarrassed grimace before sighing, “do it if you must.” You didn’t need to hear that twice before digging your fingers into his hips, getting all close to his neck to take in more of his scent. Who would have thought you’d be this compatible. The way his pheromones send shivers down your spine was addicting.

It awaked something primal you’ll have troubles suppressing if he won’t start moving soon. And as if he could read your mind, he placed his own palms on your shoulders for leverage and began grinding his hips down, taking you impossibly deeper. “MmHhhgg~~♡” a moan slipped out, and a shudder coursed down his spine.

His hair came undone as he rolled his hips in circles, testing out how it feels. Until some part rubbed against a spot that made his vision white out, punching a moan out of his throat, “Ahh..! T-that place… ngh ♡” by the looks of it, he just found his own sweet spot. This was so much more pleasurable and exciting than when he used his fingers only, the different was like day and night. If simply humping you all meekly felt this amazing, how will it be when he starts riding you in earnest?

Your voice cut through the haze of arousal, the vibrations rumbled against his skin as your breath tickled his nape. Even so he still took a long second before realising you were talking, and to him. Asking in a slightly slurred manner, “Hah.. haa- can I… bite you?” The moment he heard that, he gripped you by your hair and yanked your head back, growling, “are you seriou- urghHh..♥︎!! Do-don’t you d-dare!”

You winced a little at the sting, panting as you explained, “no, not your nape. Just- something, anything— fuck, like.. will it be difficult for you if I left… marks?” This was the truth, you weren’t going to bind your fate to someone you’ve met once, especially when they aren’t willing neither. But your instincts were working against your will, and telling you to bite him and claim what’s yours.

His grip on your roots eased a little, and he wasn’t sure what to do. Should he bet on your self control? Your common sense does seem to be working well considering you were in the middle of your rut and so deep inside him. Up until now, you still haven’t simply manhandled him or rushed him to move. With that being said, he threw his hair behind his shoulder, baring his neck as he mocked, “you alphas and your obsession with ‘marking property’.”

After he fully let go of you, you instantly began licking and kissing his throat, sucking hickeys into his pale skin. Your eagerness caught him off guard, and he yelped disgracefully, his cheeks flushed in shame. “Y-you..!” His voice was stuck as you began trailing lower with your mouth, getting awfully close to his nipples, which caused his breath to hitch audibly. These rosy buds were already all hard and stiff, practically inviting you to toy with them.

To think you’d be this gentle with the marking though, how unexpected. By now, his body has turned into a puddle in your hands, utterly and totally overwhelmed by everything. The burning heat sliding between his legs, the scent affecting him in a natural way. His brain was getting all fuzzy as his reason got corrupted by lust, the need to fuck himself stupid on this cock nestled inside him was unbearable. As a result, he began raising his hips until only the tip was inside, before dropping his entire weight down and taking everything in one swift and quick penetration.

“AaahHhNngg, o-oh heavens! Urghh…♥︎♡♥︎ you are so unnecessarily… ah- hahhMm~ so uselessly big…” Despite his complains, he didn’t slow down. On the contrary, he kept repeating the same deep thrusts where he hammered your cock exactly against the places he enjoyed the most, attacking his own weak spots with pinpoint accuracy. As if his body was yearning for it, but he didn’t know yet. It didn’t take long until he found a filthy rhythm that made his eyes roll back, and moved his hips accordingly.

At this point, you couldn’t help but thrust up into his soft insides, itching to become active and flip him over. To fuck him like there’s no tomorrow. He was just so warm and slutty, bouncing on top of you with an expression full of pure bliss. There were even strings of slick connecting his stretched rim to your thighs. You bit down around his nipple, soothing out the pain with some licks which earned you another high-pitched moan, “mhhnGhh~! Ah- my c-chest..? You— ah,,hmmMff..! ♡ pervert.”

Your grip tightened around his waist as you scoffed, “look who’s talking. You don’t even look like a nurse anymore.” He tried to snap back at you, though his sentences were interrupted by his own moans when your dick hit a particularly pleasurable spot, causing his own arousal to twitch in delight. It dripped pre everywhere like the messy thing he was, with no decorum at all. “Oohh.. ah y-you, ugHhn… right there- haaah…♡♡♥︎” how adorable, his moans were becoming more frequent and quite needy, you could even call them pornographic~

“Here?” You taunted, and slammed right into that place he mentioned, tearing another pretty whimper from his chest. Tears began rolling down his cheeks in earnest now, and he babbled with half his consciousness already melted away, “mhm~ yes.. t-there, ahhng~ don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t- NghHhh ♥︎♥︎ s-s’mthing’s coming out~♥︎♡♥︎!”

Not long after he finished mouthing that warning, hot, white spurts of cum shot out of his neglected dick, splattering everywhere. His climax washed over him so suddenly, he barely had enough time to warn you. Before you could react to it, he already spilled it all over your lower abdomen, adding onto the puddle of mess beneath him. “Ah—hnGahhh, ah t-too muushh~♥︎♡ mhMhff~!”

He was panting heavily, basking in the afterglow of the most intense orgasm he’s had yet. His chest raising and falling with each deep inhale and exhale, tongue hanging out while his cheeks adapted a heavy blush. Some traces of his cum even reached his sternum, framing his arching body with a picture of perverse beauty.

Black strands of hair plastered to his face, his skin all wet with sweat. As for the uniform-top he didn’t take off? It was soaked through with his own bodily fluids and almost transparent now. His eyes were all glassy and muddled, showing how shaken he was, how hypnotised. He could barely think straight now, as if his brain got wiped clean. God, that was ecstatic, he had never felt anything this amazing before…! Even now he was still shuddering from the lingering pleasure. Dare he even say this sensation was heavenly?

There was but one problem, you were still hard inside him. He was supposed to get you off but instead came only by himself! Ah, no worries though! Because your nurse was a professional, of course he won’t just abandon his patient half way through, no, he was going to see this to the end. So after a quick break, Michael began moving his hips again, taking you just as deep and fast as before. Who would have guessed his stamina would be this good~?

“Don’t worry… just- ha-ahh ♥︎ lay back and… let me take ngh, uhmm!!~ take care of your rut ♡♡♥︎” Michael said, his body clenching as if right on cue. It seems he has totally forgotten you two were inside a clinic room. Though you weren’t going to remind him, since at last, he was finally acting like a ‘proper’ and responsible nurse, helping his patient until the very end~

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Gabriel

There’s something about seeing you sleeping peacefully that has his heart fluttering and he quickly approaches your figure, he’s trying to think how to wake you, but with the consistent ache from his cock he can’t think clearly. All he can think about is touching himself, grinding against whatever until the ache between his legs stops.

Before he makes it to your bed his knees gave out and he’s left kneeling near the edge of your bed. He’s groping himself as he lifts himself up enough to lean over your bed. He groans upon feeling his arousal brush against your bed, but the little friction he gets has him unable to think straight and he bucks against your bed’s edge.

Even as he hears the bed squeaking, watching you sleep, he cant help himself. It feels so good, you look so good…his heart aches as he once again deluded himself with your image matching his God…he goes faster, loudly moaning out praise for you.

You had started waking up to your bed shaking, you opened your eyes to see it’s still pitch black and as you turn you can see a man’s silhouette at the edge of your bed….humping it. This is Hell but…you haven’t had this issue yet.

“Satan?” You ask curiously, the individual instantly freezes, you lean down to grab him but as you get closer you freeze, actually seeing his face. “Gabriel!” You jumped back and hit the headboard. You knew he was probably pissed over the getting jerked off in public…but to hump your bed? Angels were weird.

“My Lord, I-I need you s-so badly, please!” He whined out as soon he realized you were awake and aware of him. He tugged on your blankets and climbed on the bed before you could react. “What you did before-again? P-please?” He grabbed your hand and shoved it between his legs so you could feel the swollen organ.

He mewled in bliss at just the thought that you’d ‘service’ him again. But you try to move away. “You came to Hell…for a handjob? Isn’t that dangerous?” He groans in response and rubs himself while waiting for you to help.

“H-hurts…won’t go down no matter how much it leaks, touching it isn’t enough…” You stared at him before reaching for the appendage, it jumps as soon as you make contact with it, it’s definitely engourged enough to cause some kind of pain to him. On impulse you squeeze it and to your amusement, pre bubbles were the swollen head of his cock rest.

Gabriel whimpered and bucked into your hand with a gasp. “You are really needy…” You are beginning to understand what’s wrong. “Oh you poor thing…you’re in heat…” You laugh a bit thinking how he’s a ‘pure’ being that now is blighted with a heat cycle. Angels weren’t supposed to have sex, so you supposed this is god’s punishment for his first orgasm.

Him wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close to him as he tries to grind against you. “D-do what you did before, d-damit! Touch it pllease!” He sobbed out, humping your hand desperately. Your own body was getting excited watching an angel humiliate himself for scraps of pleasure without hesitation. “You’re blessed, I need you! You’re all I can think of…”

You could see the same look in his eyes as you saw in the bar, when he was deluding himself into believing…that you’re his Lord…you don’t think now is a good time to correct him when he’s so hard he’s trembling in front of you.

You lazily grab his swollen cock and gave it a hard yank to force him into your lap. That should have hurt, but he mewls and a copious amount of pre spills onto your stomach. You think about punishing him but the sob he lets out upon you pinching his cock is a few pitches too high for your liking. “Oh, you’re more sensitive than I remembered.”

You didn’t mean it to insult him, but it seemed to have a effect as he bucks towards and drags his cock on your stomach as he lets out pathetic cries. You reach to stop him, but he freezes on his own and raises his hips off you. “I’m sorry!” He whines. “I, do as you wish to me just please, please help with…” He whimpered as you were left barely able to see as he’s kneeling above you with his cock hanging noticeably slick with its on pre.

The wet heat between your legs spikes at the realization he had stripped in the excitement and was now presenting his manhood as a form of submission. You force him to sit in your lap as you flip the position so he’s now on his back. You grab his cock and tug on it, not even trying to ease him into a pace as you stroke his sensitive dick as fast and roughly as you could.

He nearly screams in what you can imagine is confusion as he trembles under you, maybe on your tenth stroke, he yelps and he’s cumming in your hands, hard.

Out of mercy your hand doesn’t stop. Even as he trembles and whimpers for mercy. His cock doesn’t soften, but you catch on that he’s getting sensitive. You stop stroking him and rub just the head as he sobs under you and writhes against the bed as his cock is worked into overstimulation while still needing more.

Michael

He was able to sneak into your room with ease, he’s taken aback as he sees you sprawled out in bed. His arousal stiffens more at the sight, and as he gets closer, your scent makes his pants feel tighter. He gets into your bed to admire you, he didn’t mean to wake you, he just couldn’t wait!

Not when his poor balls might burst if he cant empty them soon…He hadn’t felt like they had weight until now, but now he felt like he’d burst if he didn’t get to finish soon! But…he cant touch himself, he needs you!

He ment to wait until you awoke to help him but instead…he was left panting and he ground himself against your thigh, tears running down his face of humiliation and frustration as his cock barely gets any friction. He mewled while watching you stir in your sleep, he is taken aback when you press against him with your thigh and his aching bits randomly getting added friction has him jump.

The mewl that escapes him gets your attention, you nearly thud your thigh between his legs before he quickly moves back realizing you’re waking up. He tries to hide the clear boner between his legs by bringing his thighs up protectively.

He felt humiliated that he just woke you…to him dragging his privates over your leg like a dog….

You start to get up and look around, locking eyes with him. In the darkness you don’t recognize him. “Hey…were you…grinding against me?” You’re honestly more tired than mad.

“I’m sorry Master.” He breathes out fast. He sees your face tense up upon hearing his voice. “I’m…in need of you, please take mercy upon me.” He crawled over to you and laid next to you, just close enough to be able to see his face in the dark. “Im sorry to ask this, but…what you did at the auction house…can we do it again?”

You blink in confusion. “You want me to bring you back there for that?” You were half asleep and not quite sure if he was being serious but you could feel him cock hard and resting against your leg.

“No!” He quickly jumps. “I m-mean I want you to…caress me the way you did,…touch me where I’m…‘unfamiliar with’.” He nuzzles into your shoulder and dampening your clothes. You wrap an arm around him on impulse upon noticing he’s crying. You partially recognize it might be since he just…doesn’t stop crying.

Still you pull him down on the bed, a hand slipped down to pull his cock out, feeling the heat radiating off it as you start feeling it up, trying to remember the spots he liked. “Like this?” He nods. “Alright…” Still half asleep you gently rub and stroke him and to your surprise, the light touch has him trembling. “You look like you need more…” Your grip on his cock tightens.

He tensed and you adjusted, you stroked faster and he visibly tenses trying to stay still as his body trembled as the pleasure hit him harder than he was ready for. His pre leaked like a fountain as you twisted your wrist on the swollen head.

After you applied pressure to the slit, he jumps and bucks forwards, unable to stop himself as he whimpers. “My Lord…I’m going to…burst…” He thrust forwards with every stroke, you can feel the pulsing between his legs worsen until he pulses out cum into your hand, it was an impressive amount. It splattered over his on stomach as you kept stroking him.

You felt his cock remain harass even as you don’t slow down. Michael whimpers, the heat between his legs worsening with every stroke. “You are really excited, maybe…” You bite your lip and lean down, licking he’s base. You feel it pulse again and the angel moans loudly.

He climaxed again…you grin realizing he’s experiencing his first heat.

At your mercy…

Raphael

Cw: leg humping, scent kink

Raphael had barely managed to sneak into your room unnoticed and without breaking things. (Thought it was tempting.) His mind was still foggy as he laid eyes on you, he could feel the ache between his legs worsen…he needs you now!

He growls and jumps onto your bed, the weight and force startling you awake.

You look to the source of what woke you, Raphael’s face was inches from yours as he seats himself in your lap.

“Satan! I thought I locked the door, let me sleep!” You laugh out, unable to see the persons face, but Satan is the only person you knew who’d jump onto you or go out of his way to get into your room like this.

Raphael tries to not show his pause as he takes your hand and without hesitation forces it between his legs, he felt you lightly brush against his clothed arousal, earning a moan. He felt you tense up and whined, knowing he’s been caught, his voice isn’t close to Satan’s Afterall…

“W-wait who..?” You try pull away and he flops ontop of you to stop the inevitable attempt to run, he groans and begins grinding against you, and with your struggling to get away, to your confusion the ‘stranger’ is now jumping your leg.

Raphael on freezes when you manage to reach over and turn on the lamp. His heart sinks at the look you give him, he knows he’s in the wrong, but you did cause this, so it’s only fair you handle it!

…right?

Even with the blinding ache between his legs he slows down and swallows, trying to ‘clear’ his throat to talk to you. “You…did this, fix it! What you did before I need again! It wasn’t enough!”

He tries to act assertive even as his face flushed and he resumes jumping your leg as if that’s all he knows how to do to bring himself pleasure. He closes his eyes as he thrust against your leg for stimulation.

“I…you’ve been hard since Christmas?” You ask, but he shakes his head, you watch as he speeds up only to cum onto your leg, dragging his cock against your leg as he finishes, while you expect it to stop you realize he’s remaining hard. “Oh….oh! You poor thing!”

You laughed out as you quickly pull your leg away, he’s sloppy and can’t catch you, he flops onto your bed, where you were, he groans as he looks up to you and notices you walking around, but…your scent…is making him dizzy. He whines, sniffing your blankets…he’s begging you to understand why that greedy king likes to scent so much…your scent is so intoxicating like it’s on aphrodisiac…

You watch the angel roll around on your bed, still hard, his clothes barely covering anything it seems like he tried to toss aside his clothes earlier but couldn’t wait long enough to strip completely. You know what is happening…

“Your first heat…you have no experience so you came to me.” You say in a pitiful tone as you watch the angel rub against your bed to get your scent on him like a dog trying to scratch its back. You’d be laughing if you weren’t so tired and confused.

The angel moans as you acknowledge him, he doesn’t stop, but rolls onto his back to look at you. “Please just…help?” He huffed out.

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Intro:

After Christmas the angels were returned to Heaven and exhausted, they just want to sleep. They clean themselves off thinking it’s best to just sleep and not think about it, as every time they think about it, they start getting hard and can’t ignore it…

They try their best and come morning, they are more h*rny then they’ve ever been in their entire life. Nothing is going on in their head except for wanting to find you and make you fix this!

They’d just need to isolate you…the thought of waiting sent a heavy ache between their legs.

They’d just have to go to hell and fetch you…

Gabriel

Cw cock cage, heats, slight kidnapping

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He hated this…he could barely fly, needing to stop every few minutes to catch his breath. It’s infuriating…all the more reason he needs to find you, he can’t take this! He’s struggling to walk, fly and talk! The entire time his damn dick wouldn’t stay down.

It was so hard to avoid demons too, panting and flapping your wings like a flightless bird leaves him easy to spot, which means he needs to use back streets…which leaves it harder for him to spot you…

It took hours and it was agonizing…as soon as he heard your name, he felt his cock straining and it was horrible, he hurried to the demon he heard your name from…two demons were talking to you and his heart skipped a beat realizing this was the perfect opportunity…even as his mind is foggy and all he can think about it dropping to his knees and begging you for help…

He sees Satan, looking away talking to the little red devil and decides to follow through with his first thoughts…he snuck close to you, grabbed you fast pretending to be playing with you can’t see his face, he took into the sky as fast as he could, barely holding the two of you up. The screams you let out almost has him land to check if he somehow hurt you, but seeing Satan is now looking his way, he decides to keep carrying you, he can’t risk losing you when he’s this close to having you!

He’s holding you tightly and goes higher and higher until you can’t even see the demons below. He groans as you struggle against him. “P-put me down!” You scream, while you’re struggling against him, he whines and is forced to land on what honestly looks look a floating platform, leaving you with nowhere to go.

Gabriel collapses beside you, an arm wrapped around you as he smells you, pressing himself against you with a purr. “I-I’m sorry. Y-you started this, f-fix it and I’ll return you, u-unharmed!” He moans out, rubbing against you, his cock cage snagging on his clothes leading to him undressing in front of you. You’re surprised but you imagine whatever mental state he’s in, he’s past being embarrassed.

“W-what did I start?” You ask and in response he gestures to his straining cock, the cage appearing far too tight…looking like it’s crushing his manhood, it’s dripping so much you could easily make a cup of…well angel cum. “Oh, you…got aroused and came here? I suppose Hell is more accepting of a horny angel-“

Gabriel cries out. “N-no! W-well yes but, it’s hard! It ain’t go down! It feels likes…what you did on Christmas…please just, do that again?” Gabriel pleads, looking to you hopefully, you…recognize the look, you’ve seen it in Satan…you blush and smile.

“You’re in heat, y-you…you’ve never experienced it before?” You ask curiously, you guess maybe…you awoken something in him. “I’ll help…but you’re returning me right afterwards.” You demand, the angel quickly nods, guiding your hand to the cage.

Michael

Cw: cock cages, heats

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Michael was half limping through Hell…his wings were out, trembling, he didn’t bother hiding them, any demon would recognize him why bother hiding?

He attempts to avoid being seen but doesn’t avoid a few fights trying to find you, thigh it did work in his favor when the commotion brought you, along side Mammon to him. His eyes lock on you in a instant. He abandons the fight and launches himself towards you, even in his clumsy state he avoids getting hit aside by Mammon.

By letting himself slam into you, his two other sets of wings appear a moment later and you are both airborne while he tries to adjust you in his grip like your a squirming dog. He tries to shush you, trying to figure out where he’s going to take you for this…

He ends up deciding…you’re coming with him to Heaven, he lands on a quiet area, that seems more like a side street. He collapses as soon as there’s solid ground beneath you both, he’s considerate enough to land next to you with only an arm around you so he doesn’t crush you.

He grabs you as you try to get up. “N-now…you can help me in peace.” He groans out, letting go of you to unzip his pants, letting his caged cock slip into your vision. You pause, it’s…dripping a lot…almost like he’s setting himself in front of you.

“W-wow…” You murmur, enjoying the sight, though you’ve heard enough from the demons to know clear signs of heat. “So…you’re cage…is in the way. I think taking it off will help but…” You trail off. You only got Rapheal’s off because if a Christmas miracle…

Raphael

Cw: heats, spitting on a d!ck

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He basically crash lands into Hell, he surprising shows up in the same district as you, though it’s likely because he’d had plenty of time to scent you during the kiss you two shared on Christmas. Raphael feels his body heat up at that memory.

‘I want more of that!’ He hissed to himself, he let any devils see him, he knew the more devils that see him, the odds a king would show would get higher, and with the kings there’s a chance you follow!

Not was flawed logic but he only had your phone number, not an address to look for you and he’s certain a call asking to meet up alone isn’t a good idea!

Or maybe it is but that’s awkward…

Raphael was still trying to figure up how to tell you to help him, he was so hard, it’s basically painful! Yet…it’s kinda of good, as much as he hated the constant arousal, in his own masochist way, he wanted more, but he wanted you before he was overwhelmed.

Raphael hears your voice distinctly over the screams of civilians panicking over an angel walking through the streets, he takes odd into the sky and quickly surveys the surrounding area.

He spots you fast, hiding behind one of the kings subjects, Raphael didn’t bother looking at who it could be, or even which king was after him. The King was between him, the subordinate and you. He just needed to…

Raphael snorted in frustration at the predicament and knowing the king can’t fly, he jolts out of the way, wings beating way harder than they should in his arousal driven state. Once he ‘passes’ the king he suddenly dives and swoops past the demon guarding you, when he grabs you and begins taking into the air, he can hear you panting.

He feels a little bad realizing he knocked the wind out of you from the speed he was going. He will make it up to you later, maybe, but for now he just needs you away from the pesky demons!

By the time he actually lands, you have no idea where you are, it’s like a cove by a forest edge, secluded, silent, no way to get here without flying, so you were trapped with him.

Raphael let’s go of you once he’s on solid ground, letting you stumble away from him while he slowly approaches you like you’re a scared dog. “Calm down, Descendant of Adam. If I had wanted to hurt you I would have dropped you or done worse. J-just deal with…this,” He gestures to the tent in his pants. “And we will be done, alright?”

He says with a blush trying to hide his embarrassment while hoping you will agree. You look between him, the surrounding are and his erection. His clothes aren’t helping him, showing off his body and how excited his is, though you doubt he’s practiced controlling when he gets hard, you doubt he even knows he can do that.

“And if I refuse?” You say, grinning as the angel looked shocked, almost like he didn’t consider you’d say no. “What will you do? You think I’m just gonna jerk you off everytime you get hard?” You sneer. “Do it yourself.”

Raphael’s eyes widen.

“W-wait, that pleasure you gave me…I can experience on my own??” Raphael looked so confused. He quickly undressed and threw his clothes aside. “Show me! Now!”

You laughed and blushed, much to the angels confusion, while he was flustered, naked and rock hard, you were fully clothed, blushing a bit and beyond confused. “Geez…what’s gotten into you silly?”

You playfully teased and looking up at Raphael, it hit you.

He was giving you bedroom eyes, his cock is dripping even though it’s untouched, it looks to be pulsing to the beat of his heart, giving you an idea of how aroused he was.

“Oh, you’re in heat! If…you promise to do what as I say and not hurt me, I’ll help, deal?” Raphael nodded to your rules fast. “Alright. Stay still.” You get up and walk over, waning over, you spit on his cock, earning a whorish moan. His cock bounced upwards like it was begging for more.

You grab his cock with your non dominant hand and lazily stroke his cock, he’s instantly whining, bucking his hips and moaning. He is jumping your hand quite roughly, with a mischievous grin, your free hand reaches down and light squeezes his balls and holds them there so he can’t thrust.

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Gabriel

Cw: inappropriate boners,

He basically a guard dog standing over your shoulder 24/7 to keep you safe, he calls you his ‘Lord/Lady/Highness’ and has an army of angels who think the same of you

He’s not very affectionate but if you just say ‘hold me/my hand’ or ‘kiss me’ he’d do it in a heart beat. As his God he only wants you pleased

He’s a terrible cook and somehow steals food and is terrifying good at getting away with it (it must be an angel thing??) he dosent even lie saying he made it, he’s just vague where it came from (only once have you caught him in the act and you made him apologize, but the person gave him the food regardless)

He dust a lot in your home and you cant help but notice the ‘home made’ duster he ‘found’ has feathers matching his wings…

Nsft

Canon Kink: Hierophilia; deriving sexual pleasure from religion, religious places and objects as well as find the act itself religious

He enjoys watching you participate in religious activities…maybe too much. He also finds pleasure in treating you as his god.

You jokingly thought of making him go to church, only for him to jump at the chance. He lowkey regretted it when you didn’t touch him, and made him stay squirming in his seat instead of helping him get off. He for whatever reason thought you’d let him jerk off or would touch him yourself as you were holy, nothing you did was wrong but…touching himself in this place is

You’ve actually caught him touching himself to you praying before, he got bashful upon getting caught but you swear you’ve heard him doing it after that, you just don’t catch him in the act (though you’ve caught him awkwardly standing by and adjusting himself)

He’s got a adorablely small and sensitive cock and he genuinely doesn’t need it touched to cum, roll it between your fingers for a few minutes and he’s trembling as he spills out all his cum

Michael

Cw: murder, inappropriate boners

He’s strict with everyone around you, but not you, in his eyes you are the law since he serves only you, you cant do wrong

He’s terrible if you have guest, he demands they now to you and though he’ll settle if you tell him to, he watches them like a hawk and makes sure nothing gets out of hand

You see that leash? If you get mad and pull on it, he will calm down and you have his full attention, give it another tug downwards, and he’ll drop to his knees in front of you, and anyone else in the room

He likes brushing and styling your hair, he’ll try to help you bathe, insisting you don’t need to lift a finger, he will take care of everything, just relax

Nsft

Canon Kink: Erotophonophilia; ‘Muder kink’, deriving sexual gratification from killing or watching someone get killed (BOY IS THIS A HARD KINK TO CASUALLY WORK WOTH)

If push comes to shove he has a habit of killing people who harass you too much/threaten you, but he gets…really excited afterwards and is pressing his thighs together to hide his erection, especially if you’re clearly not in the mood

You’ve seen him get in fights while still aroused from the last kill an honestly, when in public you sometimes just force a chastity cage on him to discourage him acting out

Though he believes self pleasure, or just the act in general is…sinful, he will do anything for you with no qualms, he only feels good when you touch him anyway

He suffered from wet dreams whenever you’re around him or he has objects with your scent

When he want to fool around desperately he will walk right up to you, kneel and beg you to touch his neither regions, stroking, slapping, pinching, doesn’t matter as long as you touch him

Raphael

Cw: messy kitchens, messy person, furniture abuse,

He’s messy and kinda gets annoying at times since he discovered how much fun it is to smash condiment packages

He’s good about cleaning, and he even cooks to make up for the mess…but he’s a sloppy cook too but at least it’s not intentional this time

He doesn’t understand that the furniture isn’t trying to hurt you and doesn’t need to be punished. He’s broken threee tables, one bed post and five chairs since he’s moved to being your ‘Guardian Angel’, all for tripping you or you stubbed your toe on them

He’s not affectionate but he’s not distant, he just follows your lead, he stands close by and if you ask him to come over he flops in your lap and looks up at you like a puppy. He likes when you watch tv and let him lay across your lap, he falls asleep easily that way

Nsft

Canon Kink: Automysophilia; getting sexual gratification from defiling oneself, being dirty or defiled

He enjoys getting messy with cum, blood, dirt, just about anything. He will be blissed if you strip him and cover him in…well it’s up to you ;)

He has no qualms with jerking off in front of you if you don’t want to touch him while he’s too messy, but he wants you to be fully clothed while he’s sprawled out naked in front of you

He’s fucked slime before since it feels…weirdly good around his shaft, to the point he gets excited when he sees it around the house. You had to punish him for thinking he could ‘fool around’ with it then hide it away again

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Gabriel knew you wouldn’t forgive him easily for…branding you…killing your best friend and charging a war against Hell, then kidnapping you…

Gabriel sighs as he watches you tremble as Michael Carrie’s you to your room for some…angel energy….he wished you’d give him a chance! He’s gotta be better! No angel has done…such activities until you came around so they all have the same experience level…

It hurt since it wasn’t just once…this is the with time…it irked him to know you chose the cry baby to him…he could hear his whimpers and moans…it made his heart ache…

He thought about the brand marking he left on you, it hurt to know…he scared your perfect vessel. But…you gave him no chance to make it up, he could heal it! But…you ordered him to deal with and live with the scars there…

He whimpers as he hears Michael moaning loudly, enjoying himself with you…Gabriel had gotten so upset he even tried peeking in in you two a few times.

Each time Michael just…was so obedient, only doing as you say…even letting you edge him.

“A-aah! M-my Lord…I’m close! Please have mercy!”

Gabriel paused, he’s never heard Michael sound like that, he’s never seen him look like that…

Gabriel’s own body heated up at the thought often of you doing this to him…he can feel his cock throbbing in its cage and as he glances towards the other angels groin, he notices…the lack of a chastity cage….

His eyes widen realizing you took off Michael’s cage.

He sobs in frustration quietly, leaving, trembling in a mix of embarrassment and frustration. He needs to make this up to you…

~

The next day you wake up to Gabriel having made you breakfast. He has your clothes laid out and is smiling to you. “My Lord, I’m sorry…I’ve been very…dare I say inappropriate.”

Gabriel sighs and looks away trying to think of what to say.

“Have I said before? That I love you, I deeply value you and will do all I can to protect my Lord…” Gabriel leans forwards and rest his forehead on yours. “Please, please Master…let me heal the wound I have you, I’m sorry…I regret it.”

You barely seem bothered, making him feel wounded, his smile falters but he gets his hopes up when you brush his hair to the side so you can look in his eyes.

“Gabriel. I knew you were watching.”

Gabriel freezes and lowers his gaze. “I-I’m sorr-“

You interrupt him. “Don’t be a brat, I’m not going to chose you next time because your pride wants it…”

You grab his halo and yank it so he flops on the bed, landing beside you. Gabriel looks to you in surprise but since you don’t key go of his halo he decides to behave and stay down. He looks up to you nervously.

“Maybe next time I’ll let you sit in the room, gagged and tied up so you can sit back and enjoy the sight without bothering us.” You coldly tease, leaning over you pluck a feather from Gabriel’s wings. “Get Michael. I need some more energy.”

Gabriel whimpered as you let go of his halo.

“M-Master please give me a chance! I will prove myself to you! I’ll do anything you want! My entire being is just for your pleasure!” He pleaded…you hated his desperate tantrums whenever you decline him something like this. “Once chance is all I’m asking for please…”

As you sit up on the bed he gets on the ground on your side of the bed and gets on his knees and bow, his head on the ground as he bows to you. You know it’s a sign of respect but you grin and place a foot on his head, pushing his face against the ground.

“What a whiny bitch you are…now get Michael and I’ll let you watch.”

Each day was the same. Boring, stressful and exhausting. The unnerving quietness of heaven was pleasing at first, now after some time it has become annoying. Not a single noise could be heard, expect for the occasional fights that would break out between the seraphim’s. You didn’t need to watch to know who’d be fighting again, obviously it was the one who put you in this misery. Mindless gaze staring out of the window, wondering when you will be freed from this misery. How you earned to be somewhere else right now. Anywhere would be better. Hell, earth, or simply a few rooms to the left.

Long have you gotten too tired of this, of his possessiveness yet pitiful nature. You truly pitied that man, though in such situations who is the most pitiful, if not you? As if your heart sunk into the bottoms of the ocean, there was no chance of return. How many days have it been? Your sense of time has dulled, as well as other sensations. Excitement, anticipation, happiness. Was your appearance the cause of all of this, your genetics? No, none of it. It was sorely the fault of another. That was the aspect that angered you the most, at least it used to be. At this point you felt like you got consumed by the wild waves of reality, slowly going down and drowning beneath all this hardship.

Footsteps emerged from outside the door. Can you even call it a door? It was made out of metal with endless chains and locks, all for the sake of killing your hopes. You knew those steps all too well, that it has become a skill now. The ability to tell who it was by their walking habits. Without moving an ounce from the bed, your eyes rolled over to the side, eyeing the only exit of the room with a neutral gaze. Sounds of locks and metal reached your ears, a stimulation you haven’t experienced for a while now. It was awfully silent here.

After a while, the reason for the sounds showed themselves. The tall, black haired male walked inside, carefully closing and locking the room again. Twisted feelings swam to the surface like always, yet the negative ones were starting to subside. You didn’t care to look at him any further, turning away from him and staring at the wall. He didn’t deserve any kindness and attention from you, only bitterness. “I’m back.” That person said, like always. Voice deep and masking a soft, caring side. He got closer to you, you knew it from how his steps got louder and louder. Then you heard some noises again, before he whispered enthusiastically, “I so glad to see you, lucifer Hyung.”

How was it possible for him to mistake you as someone totally unrelated to you? Was he simply a hypocrite, or was he hallucinating? Something about you reminded him of that certain someone, and you didn’t know what. If only you could get rid of that trait, to finally free yourself. Though then the question remains; would he really let you live after finding out all of this was in his head? You didn’t want to be cruelly murdered by a being like him. An arrogant, insufferable and selfish being like that man in front of you, who loves to call himself a higher being, but bows his head to you whenever he can. Even now he was kneeling on the floor, just right next to the bed. Hands kept to himself as he stared at you with a dreamy gaze.

Those eyes of his were repulsive. The way he looked at you made your stomach curl, as if you got a stomach ache. It wasn’t a good feeling, you felt like vomiting every time. All this disaster was like fate playing cruel games with you, as if it wasn’t playing with you enough. At first you tried to escape or talk back, now you were starting to simply accept it. For how long have you done this? Right, you don’t know. Even though Michael was just inches away from you, you didn’t do anything. Not that you didn’t want to, lord, you wanted to punch him and suffocate him so bad, but that wouldn’t help your situation. The door couldn’t be opened except by the seraphs, a special spell which would be impossible to break. Killing him would only mean your own death all due to starvation.

You also remembered how you tried to reason with him, telling him you weren’t his dear ‘hyung’. Nothing was getting into his thick skull though. Ordering him around, trying to use it to your advantage was also out of the question, since he didn’t trust you one bit. Whenever you attempted that, he’d mumble, “I can’t let you leave again..!” If you weren’t before, at least now you were convinced he was mentally ill, a war murder with a broken mind. Every day went by the same, boredom gnawed away at your own sanity. Were you ever going to get out of here, and what will you be like once you do? Only time could tell. You didn’t even have to will to wish for a good outcome anymore.

Repressed hatred slowly build within you again, swallowing you whole. You thought you had gotten used to it by now, though you were wrong. This simply wasn’t something you can get used to, all you can do is build up a resistance and become numb to it. Eventually you turned around, sitting up a little on the soft and luxurious bed. The treatment you got was by no means bad. A room fit for royalty with the best foods ever, alongside other stuff. You didn’t have to do anything, no chores or work. One might thing this lifestyle was desirable, and it was at first. Expect by now it has become another void within your heart. Without a goal or dream, it didn’t feel like living anymore, only simply existing.

Despite the tension in the room, you finally returned his eager gaze. A blush spreading across his features as soon as he noticed your stare. His silky black hair was everywhere, eyes bearing never ending love and affection within them. Adoration you never asked for. The despicable clenching feeling returned, air becoming suffocating. You furrowed your brows, fighting the urge to scream and yell. All this cruel pain as well as laughable desperation led to pend up negative feelings your brain couldn’t process. Instead it turned all that into sexual tension and energy. Every time you’d do that you felt more disgusted with yourself, but there was no helping it considering your current situation. It was your means of escaping reality, even if it was ruining you in the long term.

You opened your mouth, about to give that angel a command. As soon as he noticed your intentions, he stopped breathing, trying to stay as quiet as possible to listen to you earnestly. If anyone were to make a single sound now, consider them dead afterwards. With a bitter yet lust ridden tone, you told him, “come here”, while you patted the bed. It was rare for you to talk to him and if you did, it’d only be short sentences. He gulped, staring at you with curiosity while he obeyed your request. Now he sat on the edge of the bed. That only lasted for a few seconds before you grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer to you. A sudden yelp escaped his throat, and he tried his best to not touch or hurt you.

He was on all fourth now, while hovering over you. A confused and flustered expression becoming visible. The way you looked at him became sharper and more aggressive, you could almost call it a glare. “I apologise, please, I lost my balance.” Michael said with a slightly nervous tone, even though it was obviously your fault he fell. Instead of answering him, you hinted at your lap. He caught on pretty quickly and sat down with a bashful smile, straddling your legs.

His lips were rosy, smiling at you so sweetly like an innocent angel. The way his cheeks have also become rosy and red, matching his lips, was very adorable. That silky black hair of his was fluttering gently, alongside the wing poking out from his neck. He was such a beautiful and perfect being, that it irked you. There were no hard feelings, only dryness and the simple desire for entertainment filling you. You stared at his body, treating him like he was merely an object of pleasure. This was all you could do while being on such a detestable stage, forced to play in an act you loathed. A moment of silence passed, awkwardness replaced the boldness you felt earlier. Then you said in a belittling manner, “you are unbelievable.”

How his face turned into one of horror, saddened by the fact that he displeased you. “I’m sorry…what should I do to make up!?” Terror played his voice. Even this annoyed you. His attitude was getting under your skin, like an insect crawling around your organs. Aside from that weird dynamic and obsession he has over his brother, how he made it seem like you were the one trapping him made your blood boil. Instead of answering him, you just averted your gaze. Talking to a nutcase like him wouldn’t raise your mood. Maybe you should kick him out soon. His company wasn’t wanted after all.

When your eyes met his again, his body tensed and he gasped. Pupils shrinking slightly and hands clenching his own shirt tighter. The desire to puke returned as soon as you noticed what was going on down there, alongside a weird feeling of fascination. You were irritated with your own emotions, and what in the world your brain was doing, as if it wasn’t working properly. Despite him getting a hard on in such an unfitting situation, you encouraged him to take care of it, saying, “go on, put on a show for me to see.” Shouldn’t you have felt grossed out by him? So why didn’t you? Maybe because this wasn’t the first time? Despite everything you were the one who got him out of his cage, never would you have guessed he’d repay you by locking you up in a cage too.

An almost inaudible whine left him upon hearing your voice again. It took him another minute to register what you told him, before the blush across his features darkened by a few shades. Michale nodded, quickly unzipping his pants and freeing his erect dick. His hands trembled slightly while he did that, a sign of his nervousness and shyness. You almost chuckled at that, a bitter laugh to remind you of this new life you received. If you were to ever meet god, you were going to return all this suffering tenfolds.

Your eyes stuck to his crotch, watching him with a tired gaze. The angel apologised a few times more, uttering the words, “I’m sorry.. I’ll take care of it, Hyung,” as his hand creeped around his shaft, hesitantly pumping his cock. He was too embarrassed to look at you, yet he was too aroused to stop, so he stared at his hands. One glance was all you needed to tell he doesn’t do this often, due to how his movements were so inexperienced. His other hand was bawled into a fist, then it moved up his torso and started to grope his own breasts. Pinching and toying with his pink nipples. “Uh..uhm-..!” Small whimpers could be heard from him, muffled by himself.

Despite his inexperience, it seems like he was feeling good. Exposing himself in front of someone, touching himself inappropriately. His dick was twitching in his hands, precum dripping down and accumulating. “Ahhh..! NgHhh..” more moans erupted from him. You watched as his eyes became foggy with lust, facial expression melting into one of bliss. Squelching sounds filled the room, and he threw his head back. Shoulders raised to his ears while a thin layer of sweat covered his skin. Not to mention how he shook and trembled, panting as if he just ran a marathon.

His hand was dirties by his own fluids, still jerking himself off without a rhythm or tact. Some of it even got onto you. Before you even noticed it, he apologised for that, “sorry… lucifer Hyung, for being filthy…haaaah..” You doubted he was being sincere, judging by how happy he looked. A face full of ecstasy and bliss, undeniably pleasure coursing through his veins while he did shameful things under your watching gaze. “Ah.. please, brother, watch me more..! mhHhmm..- I’m so close.” Now the was just spitting nonsense. The name he called you by made you uncomfortable, though the show he put on was quite enjoyable. Especially because he looked just the right amount of pathetic for you to be amused.

Michael squinted his eyes, lips parted while lewd moans left him. He has never done anything like this, so all those new sensations were a first for him. Tingles filled his stomach, and a strange satisfaction and calmness washed over him. Tears dropping down his face from both eyes, his wings flapped occasionally too. The expression he saw behind your pupils was still one of nonchalant and pity, the same as what he remembered in a faraway memory. Hands speeding up subconsciously, voice getting louder too. The thought that someone might hear him never crossed his mind. Why should he think about anything else when you, his beloved Hyung was right here?

“Haa..ha, ah-nghh, mhmm..!!” Short and erratic gasps left him, paired with groans that bounced off the walls of your cage. “Pleaaasee…I-i want to cum..” A slight stutter slipped itself into his sentence while he wore a mindless expression. As if not a single thought plagued his brain, losing himself in all those feelings his nerves send to his brain. His heart pound like crazy, a testament to the pleasure he felt. Like a mad lad who lost any grip on reality, he repeated words of apologies. Pleading with you and begging while his release hit him, rendering him to a mess beyond recognition. The despair and desperation made you feel like you had power over him, offering a moment of comfort to you.

“I’m sorry.. ah-aAAHhh..! Please,- oh, please.” Michael whispered once more. White liquid spurt out from him, most of it landing on your belly. It’d be a lie if you said you didn’t enjoy it a little, though you were still disappointed and disgusted by all of this. Especially now that reality hit you right in the gut, with how his semen was all over your tummy and making contact with your skin. You pulled a grimace, eyeing him up like he was a filthy animal, most of the time you did believe he was. He clung his dress shirt with all his might, slowly getting down from his high, before he slumped down and hugged you. This sudden boldness and act of intimacy from him made you freeze, muscles tensing up. He crashed down on top of you, arms holding you tightly while he continued to pant loudly.

Still crying, and barely able to breathe steadily, the angel said, “I’m.. haaa.. so happy you are here with me, brother lucifer. Stay with me, forever.” He wasn’t asking, he wasn’t begging. It was a statement. A confirmation that this will become your cruel reality for god knows when eternity will end. Sorrow replaced the previous mixed emotions, and a deep sense of resentment filled your heart while you laid there, staring at him with a growing emptiness residing within you.

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Gabriel, Michael

Cw: dub con cucking, one sided feelings, teasing, chastity cages,

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It took Gabriel longer than you cared to fetch Michael, mainly because he wanted to hide his tears and embarrassment, he’d not even told Michael why he was getting him, he just dragged him out of his sleeping bag and brought him to your room.

Michael was agitated but allowed it after he realized the direction they were heading. The two hadn’t bothered to speak until they got to your room, Gabriel was in the first go in. He almost shut the door on Micheal too but you looked up at the perfect moment and he lost the nerve to do so.

You greeted Michael with a smile, looking past Gabriel. “There you are, come here Michael, get some rope.” You say softly, Michael fetches some rope, it’s an odd thing but angels keep rope nearby often, very few times is it useful.

You ushered Gabriel onto the bed, undressing him. Gabriel’s heart throbbed and he smiled, trying to wrap an arm around you, thinking you were being affectionate to him finally. You shoved him into his bag, tying his hands to the headboard, you were thorough enough to tie his legs to the bed frame too.

Gabriel looked surprised, but was blushing and smiling, hoping you’d finally let him give you energy. “Stay there.” You order. “Don’t talk unless spoken too, as I clear? Nod.” You say calmly. He quickly nods, squirming a little under you, momentarily forgetting the other angel’s presence.

“Michael, I have a bottle of live in the drawer, get it and get I dressed, seat yourself between Gabriel’s legs.” You say, easing Gabriel’s legs to snugly hold onto Michael while he squirms. With both of them stripped, the contrast is clear, Gabriel whimpers at the clear favoritism between them.

Michael, unrestrained and without his chastity cage, free to touch you, speak and to an extent act in his on free will.

Then there was Gabriel, restrained and still wearing his chastity cage, under your strict supervision, and he is only being teased with the sight of your flesh, he knows you’ll deny him any release…

He whimpers, he has a front row seat to you dumping lube onto the other Angel’s cock, you gently stroke his cock, rubbing the lube gently over Michael’s cock. The angel mewled softly, bucking his hips excitedly. Gabriel tried to hold back a growl, instead it sounded like a grunt.

He felt the cage around his cock feel tighter as he watched you stroke Michael, neither of you really paid Gabriel any mind, almost like you both were ignoring his frustrations. “Ooh…my lord, your hand feels divine!!” Michael mewled out, hips twitching forwards to chase the pleasure you’re giving to him freely.

You purred, while locking eyes with Gabriel you, you lean forwards and kiss Michael on the lips, earning a shock whine from Gabriel, who finally snapped out of his stunned state and begun tugging in the restraints. They weren’t too tight, though you didn’t care if they were anyway, you just wanted him restrained.

“Master please, don’t-“

Before Gabriel can finish speaking, you stop stroking Michal and slap Gabriel.

With the lube covered hand that was stroking Michael previously.

Michael looked disgusted and horrified (likely over the thought) while Gabriel was blushing, looking disgusted and humiliated. You use the same hand to lift Gabriel’s chin to face you.