#sub raphael

The dynamic you shared with that angel was a strange one, indescribable and hard to explain, you couldn’t quite put a label on it. It had some aspects that shared the same traits of sex partners, yet he was obviously harbouring ulterior motives, and you wouldn’t call each other anything more familiar than strangers. You couldn’t tell if he got feelings for you, or if it was just a fleeting fancy. As for what you thought of him, only you would know the best.

Despite you being fully aware that what you were doing was fraternising, your encounters with that individual didn’t cease to exist, in fact it got you in a chokehold. An addiction you couldn’t quit. Can it be counted as betrayal to sleep with your enemies? If you asked the avatar of lust about it, he’d surely disagree. Whatever, no need to dwell on something that has happened already, you didn’t really care anymore. Maybe you did the first few times you acted on your own, but now— it has become natural, some kind of habit even. You hated how you got used to his presence.

Besides, if you found out the right thing to do in this situation was contradicting what your gut told you to do, you’d just ignore that silly moral compass. You didn’t own anyone anything, and if you wanted to keep seeing that seraph, then that’s your decision to make. With that being said, you found yourself in front of a familiar building. A tavern of some sort, with private rooms to stay the night located on the second floor. The moment you entered, the boss asked if you’ll book the ‘same as always’ without looking up from the counter.

That’s right, you’ve become a recurring customer before you knew it, could be due to you appreciating how this old men here knew how to shut his mouth. “Same as always.” You replied, and he tossed you a bundle of keys. “Ya’ know the way.” He didn’t even bother showing you to your room anymore, and you couldn’t help but snicker. To simply be treated for who you are, as any other living being, it has become a feeling so unfamiliar now, which is why you adored moments like these.

The attitudes shown to you in the past few weeks were two extreme. Obsessive love and carnal lust, or the most intense hatred you’ve ever received in your life. All of it directed towards a part of you that didn’t belong to you. Though the fact that the owner was tight-lipped wasn’t your only reason for choosing this establishment. Another example would be that they have a great cook who can prepare very delicious meat based dishes, or that you always get the biggest room with the best view.

With that came a pretty large balcony, with enough space to allow a certain blond haired angel to descend upon and land. This was your not-that-secretive way to smuggle him into a private space, alone with you, without being found out. Never did any bystanders witness your rendezvous, and for some reason it always worked. You’ve been puzzled about that for a while now, surely this couldnt only be a coincidence, right?

As always, you made your way up the squeaking stairs, unlocking the door like you normally do, only to see something out of the ordinary sitting on the tangled white sheets of the king-sized bed. Someone you didn’t expect to meet this soon. “Raphael? Here already? Did something happen?” You wondered openly, especially because he seemed troubled. How strange, you weren’t used to this view. The only expressions you were used to seeing from him were apathy, anger, or ecstasy.

After closing the door and making sure it was locked properly, you dropped the key onto the a nearby shelve and walked over to the male. From the moment you opened the door up until now, he’s been following you with his bloody red eyes, observing your every move. Like a predator carefully leering at its prey, waiting in silence. He almost didn’t stir at all as well, though he only managed to keep that facade going until you stood right in front of him.

“You aren’t answering, how rude.” You mocked, crossing your arms over your chest, glancing down at him as he mumbled, “…it’s nothing for the likes of you to worry about.” His tone was telling you a different story though, as well as his actions and body language. Why would he arrive so early if he wasn’t looking to met or talk to you? It wasn’t like he had any friends down in hell, and neither was he fond of this place.

You scoffed at his lie, tempted to grab a fistful of his hair and make him look at you properly, but deciding against it at the last second. Why? Because the seraphim reached out for you first, wrapping his arms around your waist and thudding his forehead against your pelvis. “What are you doing, want me to comfort you or something?” Your taunting wasn’t enough to make him stop, and he simply nuzzled closer to you, inhaling your scent. Weird, he was normally pretty reactive to your teasing, you didn’t know he could also act this nonchalant.

“Raphael?” You changed your earlier playful tone to a more serious one, staring down at the boy clinging to you so tightly. When he didn’t respond yet again, you cupped his chin and made him look at you, snapping his head upwards, surprised at the flustered sight of him. Cheeks flushed as he wore a confused expression, furrowing his brows and averting his gaze. Now you understood why he was trying to hide, but what got him so shy? Do angels go through heats, or was he pent up?

A million possibilities ran through your mind, until his quiet voice snapped you out of it. “I feel weird.” Was all he said, alongside his groans of annoyance, continuing with, “it’s not the same as pain, but akin to it.” You blinked, did he have an illness you didn’t know about? Or is it another one of hell’s strange days where random things happen? “You’ve got to describe it better if you want me to help.” The blondie gave you a small grin, mocking, “I don’t think you can help me.” He stayed silent for a while, taking a deep breath before mumbling, “and I’m not sure.”

“Not sure?” Why is he playing riddles with you now, how irritating. “Not sure how to put it into words, you know?” Was his response, and you truly wondered how you even bothered helping him. At least he took the hint that you were irritated, and thought about it deeply, before coming up with comparisons, “It feels like someone’s squeezing the blood out of my heart. At first it’d stop when I’m near you, but now it keeps getting worse.”

A tightening feeling in his chest, it sounds like something you’ve heard before. If it was actually what you suspected, then he was suffering from one hellish illness. “I thought I’d understand it if I spend more time with you, but I’m just more confused. Did you do something to me?” He accused you, a glare forming on his face.

Seeing him ask so innocently made you feel bad for what you were about to do. That ‘feeling’, or rather— emotion he felt, you weren’t ready to reciprocate it in any way. Now you got your answer on what he thought about you, though you also wished you were left in the dark about it. Ignorance is bliss, that’s how the saying goes. “Of course I didn’t do anything, I’m not sure why you feel that way.” For now, you decided to act clueless to avoid responsibility.

Someday, he will find out the truth all by himself, and you’ll be met with quite the difficult decisions. But until that time comes, you’ve got plenty of time to think your choices through, to be able to give him a proper answer.

“Maybe you ate something wrong?” You teased, changing the topic, “tell me Rara, what did you eat today?” Your thumb brushed over his bottom lip, pressing down slightly to reveal a snipped of his teeth. He replied without any hesitation, “some devils I met on the way here, and lamb skewers.” After hearing that, you couldn’t help but smile, your stay down here really screwed your head up a little. These things became a daily occurrence, and you didn’t even question the credibility of his words.

“Must be the lamb skewers. Want me to diagnose you?” This caught his attention, and the blondie scoffed at you, “you really think you can find the root of the problem? I’m a being far too complex for your mortal mind to comprehend, unlike primitive creatures such as humans and devils.” Look at him getting all cheeky, was he trying to provoke you? Well if that was his goal he carried it out successfully, which is why you challenged him, “why don’t you let me try then, let’s see if that’s the truth.”

He eyed you down with his exposed eye, a hint of amusement and scepticism buried beneath, and he smirked, “kekeke, alright, if you are so eager to make a fool out of yourself.” It appears your little seraphim needs to learn a lesson or two. “At least I’m not the one clinging onto another all pathetically right now.” You reminded him, and his cheeks flushed at the realisation he was still hugging your waist like some soggy kitten. He instantly pulled back and coughed unnaturally, glancing to the side again. That kind of needy display wasn’t befitting his position..!

You grinned at the small win, and ordered him to strip for you, with the reasoning, “I need to see your body for the checkup, no?” Raphael obeyed without any resistance, back to being the obedient thing he usually was. Even you weren’t sure why he’d act all bratty at the most random times. It didn’t take long until the seraph was sitting on the edge of the mattress, all nude and bare, revealing his toned body for your eyes to feast upon.

Pale, unblemished skin marked with nothing but piercings fresh or old, decorated with the occasional bandages. It’d be a lie to say he wasn’t objectively attractive, a tempting piece of meat. His flesh took on a rosy colour tone at some places, making him look even more seductive. You knew he didn’t show his naked form to anyone willingly but you and god, and you felt a sense of pride at that fact. He was such a closet pervert, sticking so many yank-able objects onto himself.

Not to mention how he wasn’t wearing a chastity belt, something every other angel abide to. He stopped doing that after his first orgasm on Christmas, brought to him by your hands. What a mess he was for you, that’s what makes toying with him all the more fun. “Good job.” You praised him, and reached your hand out. He immediately rubbed his cheek against your palm like some cat, scratching you slightly with his band-aids. His hair framed his perfectly sculptured face, evidence that he was a creation sculpted by the lord himself.

A diagnoses, huh, that means you’ll have to write something down, no? But where and with what… you didn’t have any paper at hand, which means you’ll have to find a different surface to scribble on. That’s when you remembered the markers you got from dantalian, still stuffed in your pockets, and decided to use the red one. It’ll surely complement his pretty eyes.

Raphael saw the pen in your hands, but he didn’t think much of it, until he felt a tug from you. The hand he was once nuzzling against made him tilt his head upwards, allowing you to gaze down at him. “Open your mouth, birdy.” You commanded, and his jaw moved before he thought it through, as if your commands were branded into his brain, making him act on instinct. Once his lips were parted enough, you stuck your thumb inside carefully, telling him he wasn’t allowed to bite you, just in case he got funny ideas.

“Stick your tongue out as well.” You said, and didn’t have to wait long until he completed his task. Such a cooperative thing, unlike many others you’ve spend the night with. Afterward, you used your thumb to press down on the middle part of his wer muscle, spreading his mouth wider apart. “Let me take a good look at you…” the way you handled him made it difficult for him to breath properly, so he tried to regular his breathing through his nose.

Even so he couldn’t help the small gaging sounds escaping him here and there, arms kept behind him, clenching the bedsheets to help stabilise his balance. What he also didn’t expect was for you to take this so seriously, gawking at him like he was an interesting experiment, manhandling him however you wanted. “Nghh- hnng! A-anNnh…” Don’t blame him if his body’s got other, dirtier ideas. The sounds just kept spilling out on their own!

After hearing all that, you began inspecting him in earnest, even if all of it was only an act. Running a finger over his canines, causing him to open his mouth even further. Strings of saliva stuck from his lips to your skin, and the prolonged period of staying in that position made him start drooling. He didn’t know why he felt so… heated at the sensation of you fumbling around in his oral cavity, resulting in shivers running down his spine. All of that didn’t go unnoticed under your watchful eye, and you popped the marker open.

“How interesting, you are showing some unusual symptoms.” You cooed, and wrote down ‘PERVERT’ in big letters, right across his chest. “I think I know what’s wrong with you.” Raphael inhaled sharply at the feeling of something cold sliding over his skin, tickling him slightly. When you deliberately ran the tip of the tool over his nipples, he couldn’t help but buckle, causing you to smear your writing. “Raphael, stop moving. I can’t take notes like this.”

So mean, you were the source of his trembling, yet you are scolding him? He tried to complain, but due to your current situation, nothing but incoherent babbling left his throat. “Shhh, birdy, don’t chirp so much.” You chuckled, and resumed your previous exploration of the insides of his mouth, touching his palates to tease a reaction out of him. All of this was so weird, he could feel his heart quicken and pound against his chest, the sensation arguably worse to endure than the tightening one.

“Your teeth are kind of sharp, like an animals.” You commented, and marked another vocab down, a humiliating name this time, ‘y/n’s cute pet’. He winced as he read that, shoulders tensing and raised to his ears. “Hmm? Don’t like it?” Since he reacted so strongly, you asked to make sure he was still on boat with everything, and he shook his head meekly. How embarrassing that title was… yet he technically didn’t hate it. “So you do enjoy this… hehe.” Another subtle laugh escaped you, and you wrote down ‘sinful’ onto his pelvis. “Such a naughty angel, aren’t you scared I’ll corrupt you?”

He didn’t get any time to react to your comment, due to you suddenly tilting his face into any direction you wanted. First to the left, then to the right, observing him like some specimen. “That part looks fine, oh but that one… hmm, and this—” you mad him throw his head back, leaning closer dramatically, “that doesn’t look all that good. From what I can see, you are…” You muttered, an entertained smile plastered on your face before you continued, “…nothing but a dirty slut for me.” With that being said, you recorded it as well, writing ‘whore’ onto his smooth belly.

The change between insults and praise mixed together into a deadly poison, threatening to overwhelm his mind. All these pleasures he only got when with you made his head spin, but he had to endure, this was just another one of gods trials, testing his resolve. Though af the contrast of the object digging into his flesh gently and the lewd words it’s left behind wasn’t enough to make him want to moan out, you just had to stick your fingers down his throat out of nowhere.

“HnNghh…?!? MmHhh…! ♡♥︎” the angel whined out around your digits, feeling them brush his uvula. He wanted to cough and choke, knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the bedcovers. At this rate the poor fabric’s going to tear. It just felt so good to have your skin on him, he had noticed this for a long time now, but he truly adored it when you two would conduct physical touches. Considering how aroused he’s become, it didn’t come as a surprise that he’d get a hard-on.

“Tsk tsk, filthy angel.” You whispered at the sight, and climbed onto the bed with one knee, placing it between his spread thighs. Lord, he really shouldn’t become so lustful over getting called ‘filthy’. After that, you leaned forward, rubbing his sex intentionally as the position made Raphael arch his back more and more, to the point his spine resembled a crescent form. You were towering over him while he had a beautiful arch, and you taunted, “getting turned on by being diagnosed? That’s not what it was for.”

Now you were lying through your teeth, no way you mean to say you did all that without the objective of getting him all hot and bothered. He could clearly see your smirk, and the way you were so engaged in everything. When he tried to protest, you ground your leg into his crotch some more, and he moaned in half-pain half-bliss, the vibrations of his voice muffled by your fingers. Precum stuck to your knees, and he was awfully excited. Skin glistening from the layer of sweat covering him, cheeks tainted in a dark crimson shade, toes curling from all the ecstasy coursing through him.

He like it, loved it even. The way you made him feel, the things you made him undergo, all of it were his firsts and he adored every second. That feeling of being plunged into a sea of pleasure, having it engulf and take over every part of his body… surely god created these mind-breaking sensations for the purpose of experiencing them, to have a taste of sweetness in this mundane life. And heavens did he adore basking in your warmth and light. “Y-y/nnn~ mhMm, huHh-haanngGhhh~ ♥︎♡♥︎” Don’t mind him moaning out your name, it’s proof that he’s enjoying himself~

Your fingers seeped deeper, down his trachea, triggering his reflexes. Which is why he began suffocating on them, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as a natural response. These soon began falling down, decorating his already debauched looking face, with his long bangs sticking to his forehead. He was acting so cute and docile, what a good little angel he was, you rewarded him by writing ‘good boy’ onto his collarbones, to which he shuddered in return.

“Nghhh— mHmfFfgg~ hnNghh…!! ♥︎♡♥︎” he groaned and whimpered at the stretch, trying to accommodate you accordingly, but his throat couldn’t stop spasming. Poor thing almost came in that moment, how humiliating that would have been! If he came this fast, he’d just be reinforcing the fact that he’s inexperienced! All the blissful ways his nerves messed with him, mentally or physically, was simply too much stimulation for a newbie. Sending so many waves of positive hormones travelling across every single part of his body, he really nearly reached the edge.

Raphael couldn’t believe how corrupted enlightened he’s become thanks to you, learning so many new ways to feel good. He wanted this precious moment to stretch a little longer, not wanting it to end just yet. But his impending climax was itching closer, you also knew due to how loud he’s become. “HnNghh, UhmM-mmfFgg~♡♡?!” Oh dear, hopefully you won’t get any noise complains.

He truly didn’t want to cum from something like this… from getting played and used with by you, yet he lost control over his own body. Sobbing under his breath as he felt the pressure on his dick getting stronger, and he tried to warn you about his impending climax, “mhhHuaww-haaHh, g-g-gunna’ c-cuuuUMmnHHh~!! ♡♥︎♡” his eyes rolled into the back of his skull as electricity ran through him, ropes of milky cum splurging out of his pathetic cock as it smeared your knee and his inner thighs, creating a sticky mess.

Such a messy wreck he was, shaking while his thick semen flowed down his shaft, plopping obscenely. The spit dripped onto his chest, now smeared with red ink. What a pity that it wasn’t water proof, this means you’ll have to repeat this process another time someday. Ah, are you finally satisfied? Now that he’s been turned into this withering ruin of a man? One day, you were going to be the death of him.

It took him a while to come down from his peak, a tear already forming in the bundle of cloth he was yanking at, you will have to pay the owner reparation cost later. Seeing the state he was in— reduced to a whiny, melting ruin, twitching in the aftermath of his own pleasure, still humping your legs all desperately… amazing, you pulled your fingers out of him, and glanced at the boy. You just had to write one last thing onto his sweat-covered body, and you had to be quick. The ink was starting to run, since his skin was moist, but you were still satisfied with the result even if it wasn’t perfect.

Scribbling down the sentence ‘property of y/n’, onto his torso, making sure to do it where there was still space. Now that your masterpiece was done, you close the marker and took a step back, admiring your fine handiwork. Saliva dripped all the way to his chin, obscene yet also quite cute words adorned his frame. His eyes were still glazed over from the bliss he just witnessed. It was simply heavenly, everything about him, from his appearance to his voice, such a stunning man.

When he recovered a little, he noticed how his limps were still shaking. He frowned at them, not liking the sight of him being so vulnerable. A heavy blush clouded his face, and he was pouting furiously. While raphael was rethinking all his life choices, you stared into the distance. There was much to do, was it really fine that you were out here slacking off fooling around? Since you were distracted right now, you didn’t realise the angel shifted his attention back to you again, staring at you intensely.

The moment you did get that intuitive feeling of someone watching you closely and turned your gaze back to the male, it was too late. Precisely because you weren’t focused, and he took advantage of that and lunged forward, taking you by surprise, stealing a deep kiss from you. This was one of his favourite things to do, and he smirked confidently as he murmured against your mouth, “I think I know what I want now.” You could still feel the phantom feels of his soft lips pressed onto yours, his warm breath tickling you ever so slightly.

“I finally understand why my heart is in its current state, to think your flimsy diagnosis’ were effective, consider me impressed.” Wait, now you were the one out of the loop. If he really did came to understand, does that mean he now knows that he was more fond of you than he expected? You didn’t like the sound of that, becoming more baffled at every sentence he spouted. This might become problematic later on, what to do?

While you were taken aback, lost in thought and still processing the events that happened up until now. Raphael grabbed his clothes and began putting them on simultaneously, which didn’t take long since his clothes were so baggy. As if destiny was keen on playing games with you, just as the blondie finished changing, a group of nobles outside surrounded the balcony, his only escape route. Right on clue, huh, did someone rattle him out? Was it you? No, most definitely not, he couldn’t imagine you hindering yourself like this.

Now was not the time to question such things though, this will require a change in his plans. Hmm… Didn’t matter, the details are just small stepping stones to the bigger picture anyway, nothing worth mentioning. After snapping out of your trance, you heard the noises coming from outside, thinking they sounded familiar, which is why you glanced towards the source of the voices: the balcony. The door to the exit was open, no wonder it was so loud— wait, since when was it open?

Out of nowhere the seraph picked you up and spread his wings, flapping them a few times before he flew out of the inn, dragging you along. Everything happened so quickly in the blink of an eye you barely got enough time to think, by the time you realised he was carrying you, your feet already left the ground, and you were soaring through the door into the clear blue sky. “W-woa— Raphael, what the heck are you doing?!” Your voice came out louder than intended due to the heat of the moment, panic breaking out since you were caught off guard.

Once you looked down to the ground, you were already too high up to stop him. If you fell from this distance, you could only hope you don’t survive it. You made out some faces of familiar devils, old acquaintances who desperately tried to get you back, to no avail. There wasn’t much they could do considering he was flying at such a roaring speed, with you in his arms. Any attacks would have a chance of hitting you, an in-comparison fragile human.

With their only two, and truthfully awful options weighed out, it was obvious they couldn’t do anything at the moment, only staring in disbelieve as he brought you all the way to the gentle clouds.

It seems you got kidnapped, by your enemy-to-fuck-buddy who developed feelings for you. Just great. Does that at least mean you’ll be able to do some sight-seeing in heaven?

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Nini!rant 2.0

Rara my fav whb angel! Who also wears an eyepatch like my lovely anaxa!

This one doesn’t have that much smut compared to my other fics, it actually has more lore?!? Like zam I’m writing a continuation of the angel series haha. Thta Gabriel one will be the last part to it, I really hope I can finish everything on time this year. I’ve been writing like crazy… after this I need a damn break.

The reason why I’m fond of Raphael, hmm, I guess it’s cuz he’s my first angel card. I still don’t own any other angel cards since I dropped the game, but during the time I did play he was the only one I got from the three angels across three accounts. Appearance-wise I thought I’d like Michael the best, since I like femine looking guys with long hair, but first come first serve and Rara stole that spot lol

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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.

-

Bell offered Raphael another drink, while you sneered knowing what’s in the concoction, Raphael didn’t know or really seem to care. Maybe it’s because Beelzebub willfully drank the same thing.

You ignored the drink Bell tried to hand you as you undressed Raphael, he’d only been without his cage for a few days and Beelzebub wanted to try something ‘new’ with the angel.

Beelzebub had gotten impatient while you undressed Raphael and just ripped the drunk angels clothes off. Raphael didn’t even seem to care. The angel was laughing and giggling as if you’d ticked him, it took Beel grabbing the angels manhood and begin stroking it, when aroused united the base of his cock swell a bit.

You shake your head and look to Beel. “You want him to experience knotting don’t you?” The demon nodded as Raphael groaned and rolled his hips to get more friction. You take over and let one hand stroke him while the other begins rubbing the knot. “I should probably get it in me right now, he’s a quick shot after all.”

You tease making Bell laugh, you use his pre to lube. You watch Raphael pant and squirm as Bell helps you undress, the angels cock throbs at the sight of your bare body, he purrs, eye dilating at the sight of your core, Beel helps you ease the angel’s cocks into your body.

Raphael loudly moans, the glass he was drinking from placed to the side. You gently begin bouncing on his cock. “Fuck! Yess!” Raphael whines, bucking into you greedily. “So warm…” He pants out, nuzzling you as he presses down on your hips.

Beel took the angels man hold by surprise by pinning his hands to the couch, earring a huff in annoys as Beel teases. “Hands off the merch, you can look all you want but no touching.”

You huff out a laugh, feeling his cock throb inside of you, you move a little faster. You feel the angel tremble, out of pleasure or frustration you couldn’t tell. He looked pissed with Bell but submitted, not struggling as the demon loosely holds him down.

With a whine, the angel tries bucking into you, his wings come into view, flapping as he nears his peak. While you ignored it, right as you feel him climax, you slam your hips down, letting his knot slip into you right as it starts swelling.

To your surprise as Raphael cries out in bliss, you hear glass smash, Bell is the first to reply. “Watch your wings Angel, you broke the glass, don’t worry, I’ll give you something else to drink.”

Beel said, grinning he unzipped his pants catching the angel off guard, he released the angel only for Raphael to try to wiggle free, whimpering at the tugging on his cock. Beel chuckled a bit at the angels confusion, it was amusing to you too, maybe angels weren’t familiar with how nots worked.

Raphael hissed. “It’s stuck!” his attention drawn ty the space where you two are connected, not paying attention to Beel undressing. “Can you…let go…if my..?”

You laugh and Beel suddenly mounts Raphael, sitting in his chest, he presses his cock against the angels lips, earning a growl. “Ral, you’re the one not letting go of them.” Bell says, insistently pressing his cock against the angels lips even as he speaks.

“I’m not holding them! I’m st-“ He groans out but is interrupted when Bell uses the opportunity to shove his cock into the angels mouth. You lightly shove him.

“Rude, you could have asked him to suck on you, I’m sure he’d be willing if he knew it was your cum he was drinking.” You tease, you know the two of them are fine with odd foods and beverages, true Raphael liked the drink.

But judging by the sheer he likes it less from the source.

-

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

-

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

-

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

-

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.

The accident which occurred during Christmas was long forgotten. For you it was a brief interaction, a short encounter and a meeting never meant to happen. It didn’t matter what happened to him, to that angel, because in the end what they did to you were worse. Maybe it wasn’t justified and you were being petty, since that angel in particular hasn’t done anything yet, but do you regret it? No. It was fun.

On the other hand, it left the other party pretty impressed, as if the event left a brand on him. That angel thought something was established between you two. A special treatment only he got, as if he became a higher being. It’s not that he caught feelings for you, it was for the act you did to him. Even though it’s a curse in disguise, since he is the sun that got attracted to the night.

Not even a month later that man came down to hell again, landing at the same spot as last time, searching for a certain someone. Just like playing catch, about him looking for that vivid dream he lived down here. How ironic, once was enough to get him hooked and addicted.

And destiny was playing a prank on you, unexpectedly bringing you two together again. Because as fate planned, you crossed that path on that specific day too. A huge dust cloud was spreading in front of you, hindering your sight. It took a while to make out the familiar shadow between the mist. You squint your eyes, no way he was back here again. However you weren’t displeased. Why should you get upset about something insignificant like this anyway.

“Someone out for revenge?” You remarked and leaned against one of the food stalls. The familiar figure turned around to face you, his bright blond hair appearing from behind the mist. “No, rather, I’m here to thank you.” He said, slowly his entire figure emerged from the dust. “That’s surprising, why so?” His words caught your attention, you didn’t expect it from him, an angel. “You helped me become a higher being, I guess it is curtesy that I show you my gratitude. So, I’ll give you permission to touch me.” Raphael said with a smug face. It’s unnecessary to mention that you were hella confused, what did he eat this time?

The angel also seemed a little confused now and added, “…shouldn’t you be grateful and happy?” Ah. So that’s what was going on in his head. “Hah, haha.” You giggled, and continued with, “become a higher being? Really? You angels are more arrogant than I thought.” Raphael didn’t let it get to him, all he did was muttering under his breath, “right, a human couldn’t possibly understand something as complex as this. Fine, I don’t care.” That’s what he said, but he did sound a little disappointed.

“Right… hey Raphael, just tell me if you want to fuck. I liked how you cried.” You were now the one with a smug face. Suddenly he grabbed your shoulder and shouted, “Don’t forget your place, you are just an insignificant creature, we angels are the only ones loved by god.” The grip was tight, it almost started to hurt, but you couldn’t stand how he tried to intimidate you, so you replied, “oh yea? And who is named gods only mistake?” That wasn’t smart, he had all reasons to kill you after all. But hopefully he won’t, after all you are the one that got him ‘closer’ to god. You are the only hint those annoying things have.

The Blondie seemed to struggle with making a decision, before giving up. “Damn it.” He sighed and pushed you away. “Woa, how friendly of you. Now I’m definitely not going to help you become a greater being.” “And what if I threaten to kill you?” “You can’t because you’ll still need me.” This wasn’t going anywhere, it’d be better to just separate. Right now all you two were doing was fighting like children.

“So what do I have to do to get you to help?” Raphael crossed his arms and acted coldly, still having that overly confident aura surrounding him. His halo with the little sun was also shining slightly, how it irked you. All angels were the same, overly confident, arrogant and a pain in the ass. Then something clicked in your head, even if their personalities are shitty, you were still able to have fun. “… actually, nothing, just don’t resist.” “What?” You didn’t explain yourself, instead walked closer to him, resulting in him backing up some steps too. “What are you-” “I told you not to resist.” Your hand reached out to him, holding him by his waist. “Ugh..!” He tensed up, you could tell he was hesitating on what to do, still looking for the best solution. But you ignored it, why should you care about his comfort anyway, he came to ask you to touch him after all.

The hand, which was on his hips moved to his back and groped his ass, while your other one started to cup his bulge. He pushed you away again, “You! How dare you do something like that!” “You said I got permission to do it.” “And? That’s why you aren’t going to warn me?” You rolled your eyes and turned around, about to go back to your home in hell. “If you don’t want to do it I won’t. I’ll be on my way now, what a waste of time.” “Wait!” He yelled again, with a half angry and half desperate tone. “I’ll do it, just- not here.” “Pff, everyone saw your body on Christmas anyway.” “Still, ugh, why are you so stubborn?!” “I’m leaving~” “alright alright!” Raphael hurriedly raised his shirt, biting the end of it to keep it raised, showing off his piercings. The two crosses on his chest waved, practically inviting you to touch them. A small smirk escaped you, “hah, so you can be a good boy after all.”

A few moments later you were touching him all over. He stood and kept his arms behind his back while you gave him a sloppy handjob. Hands wrapped around his shaft, pressing down slightly when reaching the tip and repeating the movements. Every time you did that he flinched, his shoulders jerked upwards and his piercings clanked against his skin. All those accessories on his body were cute, he was the definition of ‘don’t judge a book by its cover’. Not to mention his moans were adorable too, and how he blushed like a maiden fresh in love. Did he get more sensitive during that time span? At least that cock cage he once had was gone, guess he didn’t get a new one. “Hey, get on your knees.” “Hmmm?!?” He sounded like he was protesting, but you can’t hear so it doesn’t matter. In the end, he did just as you said, why would he go though the extra trouble to be a brat only to follow your comment anyway. After he got on his knees, he soiled his clean white pants with dirt, his cheeks got a bit redder too. Because he kneeled down, you couldn’t reach his crotch anymore, so you placed your hand on his chest instead.

Fumbling with his pink nipples, tugging on them carefully. Rolling your finger over them and groping his pecs. It was embarrassing for Raphael, it didn’t hurt nor felt especially good, it was humiliating. Every single part of this was shameful and he truly didn’t know what he was doing here. Though somehow, he still found pleasure in the pain you gave him, it was scary how much he enjoyed it.

His saliva drooled down his chin, all the way down to his white sweater. A wet spot could be seen and it kept getting bigger. His bangs were also sticking to his forehead due to the sweat covering his body, and not to mention how much he trembled. It was cute, you wanted more. You pulled at his piercings, enough for it to hurt slightly, watching as his buds stretched forwards. “Mhm-mmM!” The angel groaned, face blushing furiously while he clenched his teeth. Eyebrows furrowed and expression twisted into one of shame. If you didn’t know better you would have thought he was going to kill you any moment.

“I’m done, get up.” Just as how abrupt you started this play, you ended it too. That was so sudden, he couldn’t even process the information before your hands left his body. He let his shirt fall down and asked, “what? But…” then he bit his bottom lip, followed by standing up on his wobbly legs, unwillingly getting up from his spot. “fine, ugh..” the man in front of you looked like a mess, seriously, he couldn’t even stand without shaking. “You did pretty well, come back another time.” “..?? Why’s that?” “Don’t follow me.” You turned around and left, ignoring him as well as his questions. “Hey, hey! Come back- you, ugh, damn it!” That man’s frustrated screams were the last thing you heard.

Some time has passed since your second meeting with him. To be honest, you were surprised he actually listened to you and didn’t follow you. Nevertheless, that didn’t change much about your perception of him. You weren’t sure yourself why you left like that, however you were sure on one thing, it was a good decision to leave that day. He will come to you by himself sooner or later, and if destiny is still in your favour, everything will go just as you anticipated.

Today you were chilling outside a hotel. It feels nice being alone for a bit, or rather, not being in the presence of any clingy devils. You didn’t necessarily hate them, but you didn’t have hard feelings towards them neither. At first you thought it wouldn’t bother you that they all subconsciously thought you were Solomon, but it did start getting on your nerves. Also how they didn’t even want to accept the fact that you were someone else, not trying at all to adjust. They were also rather… controlling. It was hard enough to sneak out without Satan or sitri noticing.

Raphael didn’t have such a peaceful time like you, he was frustrated beyond repair. The first time you touched him he was at least able to finish, last time you left him with a raging boner. That must be the reason why he missed you so much, he wanted you to finish what you started. So when he finally found you, his heart skipped a beat. He immediately landed in the back alley of the hotel, quietly and carefully, as if one wrong move would cause you to run away.

You noticed him when he started to walk towards you, wondering when he got here. It’s the first time he didn’t make a mess as soon as he came down to hell. “You, you are free now aren’t you?” Raphael proclaimed, a stressed expression on his face. The past two weeks didn’t go well for him huh. “Yea, and?” “The thing you did last time, finish it.” You eyed him up and down, he could feel your sharp gaze on him, it made him almost uncomfortable. Once again he was making such a bold request. Oh well, you have some spare space in your schedule and playing with something else once in a while is healthy. “I’ll pretend I heard you say ‘please’, anyway, follow me.” “Where are you taking me?” “I thought you preferred doing it inside?” “I’m not a pervert like someone else after all.” How impolite he was, but you’ll excuse him for this once.

You greeted the reception as you got inside the hotel and walked straight to the elevator, Raphael followed you with hesitant steps before joining you. It was a bit awkward, especially for him since it’s an unfamiliar environment, you could see how he fumbled with his hand. Maybe he was wondering why none of the devils were suspicious of him, or if his presence really is that unnoticeable. It could have been something entirely unrelated too.

The two of you didn’t exchange a word while waiting, and it continued until both of you arrived at the vip room (a small advantage of being friendly with the kings) of the hotel. Afterwards you pulled out a room card and unlocked the door with a click sound, opening and entering it. “Close the door behind you.” You said, in case it wasn’t obvious enough. He did without much thought, and started looking around in the room. It was pretty and had a bathtub too, to be expected for vip. The bed was kingsized, it took up so much space but the room still looked huge.

You sat down on the bed, he stood in front of you. Then you commented, “you know, Raphael, you value yourself so much but how comes every time we meet it’s about intimacy? You are pretty desperate for an angel.” He didn’t show much of an expression, even so you could read his body language and saw his fist tightening. “It’s a bit ironic.” A small chuckle slipped from you after saying that, then you patted the space next to you, telling him to sit down. The angel obliged and walked over, when he got close enough you pulled him by the arm to force him to sit down.

Just like what happened a few days ago, you do what you want without any regards for him. Once he sat down, you pushed him again to make him lay flat on his back. He didn’t really resist since he knew he was stronger than you, and this time he wasn’t restricted by any weird powers. “Keep your hands above your head.” Another command, he debated silently whether he should keep playing obedient, but after seeing how you left last time… he really didn’t want to get worked up for nothing again. It’s always so thrilling and surprising when with you, because you do what you want and never tell him your plans. Though sometimes he thinks it’s better he doesn’t know.

Now that his arms were hold above him, you tied them together. Despite the fact that he has been good until now, you can never be sure about the future. “Hey, why are you tying me up again?” Raphael asked. “I didn’t tie you up during Christmas,” You clarified. “You know what I mean.” “I feel more comfortable like this, don’t want to?” Your eyes stared into his coldly, showing that you ain’t up for games. He wanted to protest further, however the thought of you leaving him like that was something he couldn’t make peace with. Not after all the efforts he went through to find you. He went quiet again until you were done binding him.

Next thing you did was pulling out the rather familiar ball gag, about to install it onto him again. The angel widened his eyes, were you planning to recreate the past with all those equipments or what? Did you pity the fact you couldn’t do more? When you brought the gag closer to his face, he reluctantly opened his mouth, letting you bind the straps around his head. After gaging him successfully, you pulled out a cutter knife, bringing it to his neck. His pupils shrunk, he glared at you menacingly. You dragged the knife along his neck, taking note of how his breath got more and more shallow with each passing second. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you.” Yea, so reassuring, he feels so safe.

You grabbed his collar and pointed the sharp edge towards his shirt, afterwards you cut into his sweater. The knife was sharp enough to cut through the fairly thick fabric pretty easily. From the top to the bottom, until you split his clothes in two. He hold his breath the entire time, which was weird since normally he didn’t fear death nor wounds. A little blood was fine and he can take the pain, so why was he so nervous? It must be because of how stoic you were. You looked so chill and serious while you tore his clothes, keeping your attention on him and no one else. It’s the first time someone was focused on him like this, it was almost embarrassing, but he didn’t dislike it.

But you were thinking about how naive and cute he was, all you did was look at him for a few seconds and now his heart was pounding like crazy. It was way too easy to wrap him around your finger. Angels truly are useless and pitiful things. After you finished cutting through his clothes, you put the knife away. You only cut it in the middle, so that they were hanging from his shoulder like jackets. Since they were cut now, it revealed his bare torso. This is the third time that you’ve seen him in such a state. Those accessories he wore didn’t change one bit, still sparkling on their own. At this rate you were going to mesmerise every single one of them. Two vertical nipple piercings, two just below his chest, two on his navel which were connected by a chain, three belly button piercings and three rings a fairly large distance under his armpits on each side. He also had more, like two on his hips or some on his arms, but you weren’t entirely sure about it. Nevertheless you liked his piercings for many reasons.

This time you were better prepared for his sudden visit, so you had a whole bag full of stuff you wanted to try with him. The first one of those toys was a sounding rod, the same one he seemingly loved during Christmas Eve. Your hand made its way downwards and started rubbing against his bulge, gently caressing it until he got hard. Out of reflex he clenched his thighs, causing you to force them open to kept touching him. Small sounds of pleasure could be heard from him as he whimpered under the gag. “Mhm..mhm!” Those were only low grunts, you could see how he tired to keep his composure as long as possible. Next you pulled his pants down, revealing his semi erect dick. He was so eager it made you want to laugh, you didn’t even touch him that much but he still got hard. It was pathetic.

You took the metal rod and pointed the tip towards his slit before slowly inserting it. It hurt so much while you did it, it was unbearably painful. He wanted to move and clench his legs together again but you didn’t allow him, instead you said, “spread them wider, or I might pierce something I should’t.” With such a warning, he had no choice but to open them, reluctantly allowing you to play with him some more. His legs were trembling again as you forced the entire rod inside his urethra, tears started to build in his eyes. That was a bodily reaction to the sting and pain, since the metal wasn’t even wet when you shoved it inside him. “Hmm.. hgnG..” he yelped a little and jerked his hips, trusting forward. There was no helping it, it was so painful… yet why was he so aroused now?

After using that, you reached for another one of your toys, an egg vibrator. You strapped it against his tip, but didn’t turn it on yet. It was still the preparation process. Which is why you put one of the egg vibrator inside a condom, then pulled that over a dildo. This time you did reach for the lube, out of your own comfort, since the things you want to do will be harder without it. Squeezing some of that liquid onto the makeshift dick and pointing the tip against his entrance. The Blondie was on the verge of clenching his thighs together again, it took all his willpower not to. He was fearful of your treatment, however also thrilled. It’s like he loves and hates it, but most importantly he wants you to keep your attention on him. Don’t leave like last time, please don’t leave him alone.

While you were teasing his hole, you glanced at his figure. What he did was unbelievably adorable. How he made himself smaller by rolling into a ball, so helpless and vulnerable it got you acting on your desires. You did cover that toy with lube, but you didn’t prepare him. Instead you pushed and used your strength to force your way in again. “MhmMHH!!” Another scream. “Don’t be so tense, Raphael, it will only hurt more.” You gave him some advice, even though you were sure he knew himself. His chest raised and sunk, his breathing unsteady and eyes unfocused. Those almost emotionless eyes were half lidded and hidden by his bangs. This pulled your attention towards his bandages, especially that eye patch. You were going to rip it from his face one day.

His hands clenched around the rope you used to tie him up, legs wide open like he was some cheap whore and single drops of tears rolling down his face. The halo, which hasn’t been doing much until now, suddenly started to shine as if it was trying to distract you. You didn’t really mind at first, but the more you pushed that toy inside him, the more that ring of pure light shone. When the dildo fully penetrated him, his halo, that divine Symbole, was already illuminating the entire room. No need to say it blinded and annoyed you, leading to you hesitantly reached out to that thing. You touched it with the tip of your finger to make sure it wasn’t dangerous, before gripping it with your whole palm and yanking it off him. That wasn’t exactly hard to do, which kind of surprised you. You had an angels halo in your hand now… and it was still shining, which is why you threw it away.

Raphael’s expression was one of shock. Of course it would be that, no one ever ripped his halo off and he didn’t neither. It didn’t hurt, though it did feel like something disappeared from him, and his body got lighter. Well, all you did was throw it into another corner, so he can probably just pick it up later…right? Somehow, he was starting to get an unwell feeling about this, he was skeptical. He wanted to tell you how he felt about what you did or were doing, despite his wants he couldn’t, he couldn’t bring it over himself to tell you no. Besides this is nothing, he can bear it, all he had to do was to focus on you and pleasing you, then you’ll also keep your gaze on him. An eye for an eye right?

Everything was done now, your preparations were complete. You turned the vibrators on, directly skipping to the middle level. The eggs started to move and were rubbing against him. Even though he expected it made his shoulders jerk and dick twitch, it was still so sudden. One was placed on his tip and another deep inside him. “Hu-hmm…mhm.” Raphael panted. How amazing it felt at first, but the sensations and blood rush was becoming too much for him to handle. All you did was observe him for a few moments, then giving the relentless toys assaulting him a helping hand. Trusting the dildo in and out of him, other hand tugging at his piercings, mouth kissing his neck and eventually biting down. “NGhHnn… m-mhm..!” He sobbed a little when he felt your teeth sink into his skin. You bit hard enough to draw blood, and when you pulled back you were able to see the blood flowing down his shoulder to his collarbones and chest. The red fluid was giving a nice contrast to his smooth and pale skin, as if you were drawing on a white canvas. This was starting to stir something within you, out of impulse you used your finger to wipe the blood, then licking it clean with your tongue.

You bit him again and again, the area around his nipples, his other shoulder, his torso or abdomen. When you were done leaving bite or smooch marks on his upper body, you started kissing every of his wounds. Like his piercings or the ones you left on him. The vibe changed drastically, it felt soft and gentle in contrast to what you were doing earlier, making his heart pound faster. “Hmm…” a low content groan left him. What you did felt like it was forbidden to him, it felt like something two lovers would do. How he yearned for that, for any kind of love and touch this depraved man could get. At the same time he was so ashamed of his actions, how could- dare he enjoy the touch of someone who isn’t god? How could he even think about being in a relationship with anyone but god?

The vibrations were adding up with each other, especially the one on his tip. It was starting to hurt because of how sensitive he was. “Uhh..hu-ugh..” Once again he repressed his own feelings in order to keep you here with him. This however resulted in some squirming and trashing around to balance the pain. He rolled from one side to the other, irritating you a little. “Raphael, hold still.” You commanded, but he couldn’t listen, it’s like his body doesn’t want to follow him anymore. “MhHmm..! HmMm..” “Raphael.” You repeated his name, nothing happened. A silent minute passed, with his whines being the only thing that filled the room. Why was he acting up suddenly? Even though you tried to calm him down, he continued kicking around like he was riding the bike. Then you slapped him.

A loud sound erupted in the mists of complete silence, his face turned to the left side and an imprint of your hand started to show on his cheeks. “Uhh..!” He could still feel the sting of the moment you hit him, the aftermath also lingering for a few extra seconds. Eyes widened once again, a speechless expression featured on his face as he glanced at you. Another slap, this time his face turned to the right side. You haven’t uttered a single word yet, but you let out a deep breath. A few moments of silence again, now his eyes were completely hidden by his bangs, you couldn’t tell what he was looking at. What a coward, hiding his gaze like that, it was staring to get on your wrong side.

You punched his stomach, making the angel gag. It didn’t hurt that much, aside from the fact he felt like the food he ate was being forced out of him. For you though, it didn’t quench your anger, instead you were more annoyed now because the piercings he owned were in your way. You grabbed the chain and yanked on it hard, he yelled which was muffled by the gag again. “MhmmM!” You pulled on it again, now blood was dripping from where he pierced them. He moved his body, trying to escape before he froze on the spot. As if a hidden force was hindering him from just running away. And you tugged at it a third time, this time you managed to pull the entire chain off, running his piercing. “GaHHhh!! MHmMM!!” It hurt, it hurt so much and yet he still weren’t able to get on his feet. Was this some kind of trial god gave him?!?

A bit of his skin was stuck to the accessory, with that being said it got ripped off too. He was bleeding from his navel now, and that wasn’t exactly a small amount. It spilled down from all sides, turning his body and the bed red. “Uh-UhmM..!” A shudder ran down his spine at the sight of it, he was always covered in blood but never his own. His eye brows furrowed and pupils quivered, a small blush spread across his face. This was new, and arousing to some degree. It made him forget about the pain completely.

You took a look at the chain and threw it away, it looked disgusting all covered in blood and skin pieces. Also since the bed was red now you didn’t want to sit on it, instead standing up and stepping on his belly. “Huh, you are bleeding a lot more than I thought. It’s my first time I hurt someone to this degree.” Were you truly human? You said it’s your first time, but you looked so used to seeing blood, you didn’t even get nauseous from the look of it. He didn’t know what to do, all that happened was a deep blush forming on his cheeks, tears flowing down his face and blood storming through his new wounds.

You used more force to step on him, digging your shoe into his skin. The dirt which collected itself under your soles were now smeared onto his once beautiful skin. The imprint of your shoe looked nice on his helpless figure, just like the other marks you left on him. Then you started to raise your foot and stomp on him, enough for him to get the urge to vomit. “Ugh- ga-hghn…!” But the gag is in the way, if this continues he will just chock on his own vomit. He clenched his eyes, focusing on forcing it down. Of course that didn’t go unnoticed, you didn’t give him permission to close his eyes now did you? This led to you kicking the side of his head fairly gently, before stepping on his cheek. “Don’t pass out, I’m not done yet. The fun just began.” You smirked at him while you said that. A unsettling one at that, you could basically see the bad intention in it. Your expression just screamed ‘sadist’.

Finally you took the ball gag off him, he gasped and panted loudly. It didn’t take long for him to start chocking again due to you stomping on his stomach repeatedly. More tears spilled from him, his body wasn’t reacting well to your treatment. Why, was it because you were a human? He yanked on his binds, wanted to use his hand to cover his mouth. It was of no use, he was worn out now after such a long session. He couldn’t hold it back anymore and threw up all over himself. His entire figure was pulsating, lips quivering as he sobbed, then another round. This time it wasn’t just vomit but also blood. “Ah- urghh.. gahhh..” This was a huge burden on his body, making him nauseous and dizzy.

Your heart was beating fast, you wondered if sitri has located you yet with such a loud heartbeat. His pathetic face and posture was surprisingly beautiful, it felt so good watching him crumble underneath your feet. Rendering him powerless and dependent on your mercy felt great… how good would it feel if this was Gabriel instead who was suffering? The one responsible for your misery, to see him completely destroyed just like this. It sounded too delicious, so good you couldn’t keep a clear head anymore. You couldn’t help yourself! It’s his fault that he is an angel, it’s his fault he is of the same breed as Gabriel! You kicked him and kicked him again, bruising his body all while smiling with a content face. Swellings and dark spots were forming on that once flawless body. The more your view got blurred by red, the more you couldn’t separate him from your hatred. Oh well, you never claimed you were innocent anyway.

The beatings continued for some minutes, paired with random insults you wanted to throw at Gabriel. Looks like your anger got to your head. “Fucking whore, you think you are so much better than everyone else? You damn disgrace to your own race. God disappeared because of useless insects like you..!” Another kick, then you stomped on his chest, “fuck, I hate you Gabriel I hate you. It’s all your fault I’m like this, damn it.”

After calming down from your sudden outburst, you panted heavily. Now this was what you needed, a punching bag to vent your anger to. Your eyes fixated on him and only him, anything else didn’t matter anymore. Maybe you’ll get a complaint from the owner, but what are they gonna do, you were way more important than them.

Even though the ball gag wasn’t there anymore the angel beneath you didn’t scream a single time, the vibrators also weren’t turned off. All he did was gasp or whine while crying quietly. “Hic… hah..ha-haaa…” He didn’t cry due to the pain and torture, it was something else not even he understood. He smiled as he cried, watching you being so fixated on him you almost forgot to breath. His body looked like a war, or as if he tripped over paint with how many blue, purple or brown spots were spread on his skin. Not to mention all that red, even the tips of his once blond hair were dyed crimson now. The overwhelming smell of blood was filling your nostrils. Normally you weren’t a fan of that, however right now it didn’t bother you.

His wrists has bruises from the binds, his legs still twitched once in a while because of the toys and his stomach looked disturbing. As mentioned beforehand, bruises, bites and blood were present, also his vomit and cum made itself clear. There were other unidentified things mixed up in that toxic venom too, maybe some dirt and sweat. You didn’t care enough to try to figure it out though. It was damn disgusting how everything dripped down his body onto the mattress, and the smell was starting to get overwhelming. Not because of the blood but the other things. Nevertheless it felt good, knowing you’ll be the fall of him.

In the midst of this messy, unorganised situation, you hugged him. Currently unbothered by the fact that all the dirt and filth will get on your clothes too. You finally turned off the vibrators and took the toys out of him, an inaudible moan slipped from his lips as you did that. “Ah-..hng…” his wrists were bound together, but he was still able to move them, so he wrapped his arms around your neck. Raphael was holding onto you so tightly it was addictive. How would he react if you suddenly left like last time? Would he cry out in despair? Ah, that face must be really pretty…

He tried to hug you even tighter, probably using all his strength, despite that fact it felt like nothing. You really wore him out, enough for a seraphim to become this inexcusable disgrace. It must have been the stress building up inside you for the past few months, the stress of dealing with your harsh reality which led you to do such inhuman things to him. Who cares though, you were in hell already you can’t fall even deeper.

How he clung to you so desperately, how he whispered your name with that meek voice of his, it made you want to ruin him more. You cupped his cheeks, and pulled his eyepatch down. His hidden eye was a little bruised, maybe from a fight otherwise nothing special. How you wanted to pluck his eyeballs, they were so pretty after all. Raphael looked up at you with big eyes and shaky breath, as if he was expecting something. You kissed his forehead gently and slowly made your way over to his earlobes, now licking them with your tongue. The angel still had that pink blush covering his face as he enjoyed the first fluff moment he received since his creation, shuddering a tiny bit whenever you touched or caressed him. Then you whispered:

“you are so miserable it’s funny.” He didn’t have the strength to really answer you, so he just turned his head towards you. The confusion in his eyes were really noticeable. “Angels are so delusional and depraved, I have to hold back my laughter.” After saying that, you chuckled into his ear, “you’re such a crude and vulgar being, at this point I don’t even think you qualify as an angel. If there anything about you that says ‘graceful’ and ‘divine’? I think not judging by the state you are in.” You made sure to take little break between each sentence, so that he had time registering what you said. In the meantime you’d blow hot air against his ears. “Not even god wants you, you are a mistake, a flaw that shouldn’t exist.” He tensed up after hearing all that, shoulders now raised to his ears. You were clearly degrading him and making fun of him, so why was he so dazzled by your voice? As if you were hypnotising him, is there anything he could do in this situation?

“Don’t even try to hide it, you are unwanted. Isn’t it such an honour that I’m still willing to spend my precious time with you?” You said, still grinning from ear to ear. Then you used your fingers to force his eye open, whispering agin, “Hey, Raphael, you don’t deserve happiness. Please be unhappy a lot, so that I can be happy.”

“…what?” He seemed a bit confused, clearly finding it hard to come to terms with what you said. How could he anyway? He really didn’t want to believe your words, yet they sounded like a prayer, like a prophesy that was deciding over his fate. “You are all alone with no one to depend on. You are disposable and worthless. I’m the only one you have.” It felt like needled were poking at his heart, no, they were stabbing it. His head was empty, only the words you uttered were ringing in his ears. “Why don’t you come down to hell, heaven is too good for you. You don’t deserve that, just like how you don’t deserve your position.” Your voice was calm the entire time, though it somewhat drifted into being exited. Raphael thought about it and asked in a weak voice, “what is it you want me to do…?” “Your wings, I want them. Show me your wings.”

“…” silence. He didn’t hear anything. Then a beeping noise rang in his ears, unwilling to leave him alone. “Ah, ah.. ugh- ah, hah..haha…” he laughed. His body shook as he did. All he thought was, ‘god, what should I do?’ A wave of nausea washed over him, as if his brain was being cooked. “That’s sick, you know the wings are an angels pride? It’s a gift from our beloved god!” “Exactly, you don’t really deserve that now do you?” Ah… does he really have to answer that question? You knew the answer to it anyway. His heartbeat went faster, the urge to puke came back and he felt sick. He felt horrible, downright awful. It was becoming unbearable, that empty void he tried so hard to escape from, that he desperately tried to fill was eating him alive from the inside. He was so deep in thought so that saliva was running down his chin again, adding onto the turmoil.

You hugged him tighter, whispering in a low voice again, “poor thing, such a pitiful thing you are. It’s better to be at rock bottom than fighting for something you’ll never have. Even if god comes back he wouldn’t look at you, you are way too insignificant.” You caressed his cheeks again, showing him a comforting smile which hid your internal motives. “Shut up..” he trembled, “shut up, shut up, please, shut up… stop, stop it- please, stop, stop, stop it…!” He clawed at your shirt, making himself even smaller and curling into a ball.

It was too much. He doesn’t want this anymore. The best would be if he couldn’t feel and think, if he didn’t need to do anything. All he wanted now was to live comfortably, and the only comfort he could find was arching in pain by your hands, while being comforted by the same ones. You were filling that void inside him with poison, and he’d gladly eat every last drop.

Slowly he spread his wings, two pure white things appeared from his back and white feathers started flying around the room. He pressed his face into the crook of your neck, something he was never done with anyone before. Hah, he has never even hugged anyone until now. You reached for his wings, rubbing the base and wrapping your hand around his wing bones, the other one was stroking his hair. How did Michael rip those off so easily? Doesn’t matter, you don’t have to make it pretty. While Raphael clung to you like his life depended on it, you brushed your fingertips over his soft feathers. They really are too good for him, maybe you’ll try and get a clean cut to gift them to andrealphus. He’d love them.

Suddenly something snapped, you could feel it due to the shift of strength. He bit down on your shoulder even more, enough to leave a mark on you too. The most of his voice got muffled by your shoulder. His on the other hand convulsed and trembled. Ah.. it hurts, it hurts.. but it’s worth it, it’s worth it, that’s what he kept telling himself.

“Easier than expected.” You muttered under your breath. It was impossible to pull the entire wing and bones off, which is why you had to break the bones. Raphael was still clenching his teeth and bearing the pain while you started to work on the second one. At this point your hands were completely red, the feathers were also tainted red. More blood stormed out from the newly opened wound, it made everything even more chaotic and bloody than it already was. His shirt, which you cut open earlier, was also no longer white. He was covered in red from head to toes.

The second time went a bit better than the first, because now you had ‘experience’. It was fun. The sound of bone shattering and breaking, the feeling of flesh tearing from under your palms and seeing how much you could do with your own hands. A soft and gentle smile made itself apparent across your face. Raphael screamed in agony, crying, shaking and smiling as he did. He doesn’t even know why he is smiling. Has he finally lost his mind? It’s not a bad feeling, but it is confusing. Haha.

Now that you took everything from him he looked no different than a normal human. Or rather like a hurt animal depending on you. At the rate he was bleeding, he was going to bleed out, yet all you two did was hug each other for different reasons. Somehow both of you didn’t care, you only assured him with, ‘I’ll take you to lucifer’s hospital after this,’ as you kept fumbling with his now red hair. It’s the first time you ever got to enjoy yourself like this, you weren’t going to ever let him go now. Who knows, next time it might be Gabriel whose wings you are holding in your palms. After all, it’s not enough to just keep the bird in a cage, you need to break its wings and keep it shackled, only then it will truly belong to you.

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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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Cw: foot fetish, if feet make you uncomfortable please don’t read!!, licking, mentions of c*m eating

You were nervous about this, you just weren’t comfortable letting him…basically use your foot to get off. While he was naked, you were clothed with just your feet bare.

Raphael gently kissed the top of your foot. He nuzzles your foot, panting. “Thank you…can I…put it in my mouth?” He asked, smiling softly.

You huffed, shaking your head. You’re not quite excited about it but nod, deciding to let him. “Yeah…just be careful I’m nit used to contact there.”

Raphael grinned and thanked you, dragging his tongue over your foot, then he ducked down and started lapping at the sole of your foot. It…tickled and almost made you nauseous. But a part of you kind of likes it.

Raphael excitedly whined, covering the sole of your foot in saliva, then he knelt, lining his dick up with your wet foot, then…he starts wildly bucking against your foot.

“Ahh…feels so good…” Raphael mewled out, looking up at you with a smile. You carefully adjust your foot to apply pressure…it was weird but he seemed to like it…

“Does that actually feel good?” You ask and he quickly nods. you start moving your foot to gently rub him. He whines, rocking his hips.

“‘M close…” He whimpers out, eye closing as his tongue hangs out, hips bucking forwards. “Feels so fucking good…”

His first set of wings appear, flapping behind him a as he humps your foot.

With a few more frantic thrust he cums, spilling his seed on the sole of your foot. You grimace at the texture and sight, with a purr Raphael speaks up.

“Want me to…lick your foot clean?”