IM BACK WITH ANOTHER FINDAFIC REQUEST!!!!

IM BACK WITH ANOTHER FINDAFIC REQUEST!!!!

Okay so it’s less the fic, and more an acc because I’m looking for the whole shabang. But I Remember like two of their fics soooo.

Okay one is a sub!dottore x Male reader where, the reader is his personal assistant and doesn’t ever really get breaks. Eventually dottore grows to not hate the reader, and one day the reader just snaps and they have sex that’s all I remeber.

Two is a sub!pantalone x Male reader where the reader helps him with financial stuff and they fuck in return. I remember someone walked in on them and it was kinda violent😭

NAYWAYS THEY AHD A WHOLE SERIES PLEASE HELP

Simeon shouldn't be allowed to be an angel anymore. An Archangel at that. With all those sinful thoughts he had about you. It was a surprise to him that he wasn't sent to the deepest parts of the Devildom.

The way he imagined you moaning his name, making you cum. No matter how often he tried to push those thoughts away, it wasn't possible anymore. He knew that he was going to fall. And for you, he would do it over and over again.

Now he was sitting on his bed. One hand on his mouth to muffle his moans while his other fisted his cock. Another sinful thought about you haunted his mind after he had seen your panties by accident. He knew how sinful it was. But for you, he was willing to become a demon. Just so he could express his love for you

This Blows

[Blowjobs. Messy ones. AMAB reader and Barbatos, non-established relationship, crack-ish, multiple orgasms, swallowing cum, and you put Barbatos on your shoulders]

Barbatos, shivering and red-faced above you as his cock rests on you cheek, wet with your spit.

The want in your half-lidded gaze made his cock jump and drool, and the slow way you dragged your tongue from base to tip and back left his head spinning. Resting it on your tongue while he gripped your hair through his orgasm, spurts covering your lips and face, dripping down into your mouth-

"..[ame]. [Name]? Hello?"

You blink, and realize you'd been staring at the demon butler while imagining his cock in your mouth. You were discussing tea leaves, how did..?

"Ahem, ah. Sorry Barbatos- please, continue. I was just lost in thought, swear."

He smiles, a bit awkwardly, but continues. You try your hardest to pay attention this time.

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"Fuck."

Your eyes roll back as Barbatos throats your cock again. For someone who's usually so clean, his blowjobs were bordering on ridiculously messy. Spit dribbled down his chin and connected in milky strands from your cock to his lips. He had tears in his eyes and cum from previous orgasms caught on his lashes. Flushed a deep red, with his hair thoroughly mussed from how many times you ran your fingers through it...

He couldn't be more beautiful.

You cry out, rocking forward reflexively, fucking deep into his throat as he gagged around your length, ignoring the pain in his jaw as he tried to take you deeper, greedy for more of you, more of that stretched-out feeling in his throat.

He pulled off, gasping. Using the the tip of his tongue, he cleaned your tip, loving the salty taste of your cum.

"Darling.. "

He looked at you, eyed glazed with desire.

"...am I boring you?"

Once again, you snap back to the present.

Barbatos' face is as stoic as ever, but you can sense a sad undertone in his words. He's too polite to outright say anything, but you can tell you've hurt his feelings.

"Barbatos... Oh, I'm sorry. Really. You're not boring me, I was just... Lost in thought." Which wasn't a lie!

"May I ask what's troubling you, then?"

Fuckkkkkk. What the hell were you sposed to say? 'Sorry Barbs, I can't stop thinking about you gagging on my cock. Please, tell me more about this desert!'

You laugh and awkwardly scratch the back of your head, trying to think up a lie when you're saved by the bell.

Barbatos looks at his watch, sending a rather woeful look your way. "I must start on the Lord's lunch. I will see you later, [Name]."

You wave until he's out of sight, then plop down on the nearest surface in defeat. You've got to get control of yourself. But how?

----

Days later, you find yourself in the kitchen helping Barbatos prepare for a tea party later that day, and you're proud to announce that you haven't thought about him sucking your dick (or you sucking his!) Once!

... because you did it for hours last night. And have been the night before any meetups with him.

But a win is a win! Barbatos seems quite happy you've been paying him so much extra attention lately, and if you continue like this, you'll be fine.

Just, make sure you don't pay too much attention to his ass when he bends over to put stuff in the oven. Or how cute the blush on his face is when he laughs. Or how much you wish he'd lose a few layers. All of them, preferably.

And definitely, definitely don't think about how amazing it'd feel to have him on his knees, desperately deepthroating you, testing your combined luck to see how many orgasms you can get in before somebody catches you both.

"...and I actually quite enjoy- oh. Um, [Name]?"

Fuck! You were doing so well. "Dammit, I didn't mean to-"

"You're... You seem to.." he gestures loosely to your pants, turning away to hide his blush. You look down, blushing hard with the force of your mortification when you realize...

You were hard. To the point where your pants were uncomfortable, actually.

There was an awkward silence. What could you say? Should you crack a joke? Run away in tears? Whip it out and hope for the best??

Barbatos makes the decision for you when he speaks. "[Name]... All those times you spaced off, what.. was on your mind?"

A strange question that you were sure would lead to an embarrassing plot twist. You accept your fate though, knowing that a lie would get you nowhere at this point.

"Oh, er, uh... you. And me. Us... doing... things."

He nods, catching your meaning. "When you would space off, I first thought you were getting bored of me. But the last few times, with the way you were looking at me, I started to consider a different possibility."

He glances between your eyes and your boner again, blushing more and chuckling. "Can I say my guess was correct?"

You're already mortified, why did he have to tease you on top of it?

Head heavy with shame, you nod.

Snirking, Barbatos' gaze grows heavy, and he takes his time checking you out, studying your body language and planning his next move. He approaches, giving you time to back out before trapping you against the counter with his arms. He pushes up against you, in between your legs, and tilts your chin up to face him.

"May I make your fantasies come true?"

You suck in a breath; you couldn't say yes fast enough.

Your lips meet in a sensual kiss, tongues dancing in each other's mouths. As the kiss progressed, the two of you nonverbally agreed that it was too hot for clothes. The kiss turned to a frenzy, passion at the forefront of your minds as buttons popped and belts were unbuckled.

"Darling," pulling away from the kiss, Barbatos rests his head on yours and asks,"tell me: what were we doing in your latest daydream?" His gaze is intense, and looking into the bright green of his irises, the details seem to spill from your mouth on their own.

As you speak, he kisses his way down your body, leaving love bites in his tracks. Down on his knees- right where you want him -The stares at you through thick eyelashes, pulling down your boxers with his teeth. Your cock springs out, narrowly missing him.

The hunger in his gaze makes you nervous, but laced through it all lies excitement. He can't seem to take his eyes off it, one hand reaching into his own pants as he takes you in the other.

"I love it." He kisses your tip, precum staining his lips. "It's perfect. You're perfect." He kisses it again, taking it into his mouth and sucking and licking and making you twitch and whine.

"I wish you would have told me sooner. I've been thinking about doing this for a while myself." The reveal catches you off guard, but you don't get a chance to truly react when he suddenly takes you to the base, nose smashing up against your pelvis, and its all you can do not to cum on the spot.

He sets a pace, bobbing his head in time with his own strokes, getting sloppier as his hips twitched harder and harder, threatening to make him come undone in his own hand. Unable to hold it off any longer, you grab his head and hold him to your base, nutting straight down his throat. He reached his own climax in turn, cupping the head of his shaft as he twitched.

You're both left breathing hard when you let go, but you're not done with him yet. Just in case this was a dream, you wanted it to be the best you've ever had.

Crouching down, you take Barbatos by his ass and lift him, surprising the butler and yourself. You rest him on your shoulders, and take his sensitive, dripping cock into your mouth.

He gasps, and it's like your first fantasy all over again. But better.

He's rocking against your face, moaning your name while tears of pleasure cascade down his face. All too soon, he's crashing through another orgasm, cumming down your throat this time, and panting hard all over again.

You set him down on the counter, hoping to catch your respective breaths when an alarm goes off.

You and Barbatos look at his watch together, horror painted all over your faces.

The smell of cum and burnt delights met your noses, and a myriad of curious voices met your ears.

It was time for the tea party.

You lock eyes, share a quick, sticky kiss, and jump into action making this mess disappear.

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A/N: Fucking hell, writing that was so fun I'm leaving an author's note! Lmao. Enjoy<3

so everyone can fit in it !

quell

(v.) subdue or silence (someone).

➵ pairing: saiki kusuo/reader

➵ word count: 3k

➵ genre: smut, nsfw

➵ warnings: over stimulation, penetrative sex, edging, biting, lap sex, desk sex, unprotected sex.

➵ summary: You head to Saiki’s dorm room after you complete an assignment, thing start to get heated very easily.

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No Rest for the Wicked

SUMMARY: An innocent slumber party turns into something more thanks to Asmo’s meddling.

PAIRINGS: Solomon x f!reader x Simeon

WORD COUNT: 5.1k

WARNINGS: aphrodisiacs, threesome, fingering, piv, unprotected sex, dirty talk, use of ‘good girl’, praise, can be considered dubcon bc of the aphrodisiac element!, restraints, Solomon having the time of his life while Simeon is fighting his demons poor man wants you so bad but he can’t

A/N: it only took about 3 years to finish but it’s finished wahoo!!

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The day started off with the most innocent intentions.

You got a text from Luke in the Angels group chat asking if you were free for a slumber party at Purgatory Hall—minus those ‘evil’ demon brothers, Luke added. And you, being eager for one peaceful night away from the constant chaos at the House of Lamentation, accepted right away.

It’s not that you hated being around the brothers, you loved all of them, but living with them could be draining when you were constantly being the mediator of their family drama, roped into Mammon’s get-rich-quick schemes, or unwillingly sucked into one of Levi’s dating sim games.

“Oi, when are ya gonna be back?” Mammon asked nonchalantly, pretending to be focused on scrolling through his Devilgram feed and not on your response, secretly hoping you’ll say soon.

You packed up your toothbrush in a traveling case and dropped it into your overnight bag. “Tomorrow, duh. It’s just a sleepover, Mammon,” you laughed, poking his forehead just to tease him.

He jolted up from his sprawled position on your bed. “Tomorrow?! That’s too long!”

“Pfft, lol! You sound so desperate right now,” Leviathan giggles off to the side, sitting on the floor against your bed. He had been engrossed in playing Mononoke, but just like Mammon, stuck by you since you started packing.

Mammon scoffed, “Do not.”

Just to spite his younger brother, Mammon lunged over and covered up Leviathan’s screen. The purple-haired brother shrieked and tried to scoot away, but judging by the sound his phone made, he lost the round.

“You idiot! MC look what he did to me!” He cried, holding up his DDD with big red letters spelling out ‘LOSER’. “I was just about to beat the boss and unlock the diamond armor.”

“He started it,” Mammon grumbled, returning to his lounging position.

“Just admit you’ll miss MC, Mammon,” Beelzebub said, from his spot on the ground next to your legs. “I’ll miss her.”

Unlike the other two who were either too stubborn or shy to admit it, Beelzebub was proudly unapologetic in his feelings for you.

It was not like you were leaving forever but the demon brothers act as if one minute without you is a century. It was cute if you were being honest. It was nice to have all the company and love around you. Never once did you feel lonely living in the House of Lamentation.

“I’ll miss you too, Beel,” you cooed, leaning down to press a quick kiss on his cheek. You caught his face flush as he continued to munch on his chips with a pleased grin.

“H-Hey, doesn’t the Great Mammon get a kiss too?” Mammon was sitting up now, watching you eagerly. His DDD long been forgotten.

You hummed, tapping your chin, “I dunno. It depends. Are you going to miss me?”

Your lips curled into a grin as you watched Mammon struggle between admitting the truth or suppressing it to save his tough guy persona. His conflicted blue eyes darted from the ivy crawling up your bedpost to your lips. Finally, he relented and an exasperated groan fell from his lips, “Argh, fine, fine! I’ll miss ya! So, ya better come back home soon and in one piece!”

Your heart flipped hearing him say it out loud. He didn’t say how he felt about you often, but when he did it filled you with nothing but warmth.

“I’ll miss you too, Mammon.”

His eyes brightened. You cupped his cheek and leaned in slowly, watching his eyes flutter shut and wait for your lips to meet his.

“I can sense your suppressed sexual tension from the hall, Mammon,” Asmodeus’s voice announced as he threw open your bedroom door.

You jumped back from Mammon before your lips touched, hearing him mumble a curse at his brother, and watched as Asmodeus barged into the room with a neatly gift-wrapped box in his pedicured hands.

“MC,” Asmodeus sang, gliding over to you and slipping the gift into your hands, “I brought you something that’ll spice up your sleepover. Make sure the chihuahua doesn’t get into it though.”

You frowned at the nickname everyone seemed to have given Luke. Just because he was short and a little yappy didn’t mean he was a dog. “What is it?”

Before he could respond, it was Beelzebub who provided an answer with his superior sense of smell that’s able to detect anything edible. He was practically drooling when he said, “It’s chocolate.”

The Avatar of Gluttony seemed to forget about his chips and reached for the box, hoping to get a helping of its contents, but Asmodeus smacked his hand away.

“Not for you,” he chided, “they’re for MC. Feel free to share with Simeon and Solomon though.”

He winked.

“Oh, thank you, Asmo.” You looked over the inconspicuously wrapped box. There was nothing written on it to help you figure out the brand. It was just a red box with a neatly wrapped bow on top. It looked harmless, but could you really trust Asmodeus to give you just chocolates?

Asmodeus leaned into your bag and shuffled around in it.

“Sorry if this offends you, darling, but ew ,” Asmodeus cringed, pinching up a pair of pajama bottoms you had packed. “What is this ?”

You scowled, finding it hard not to be offended. You snatched the pants out of his hand and folded them back up. “My pajamas. Is there a problem?”

“There is absolutely a problem! You can’t go to a slumber party with such unsexy clothes!”

You gawked. What did he think this slumber party is going to involve? You were spending a night with angels and one of them was a child. You were planning on sleeping tonight, not getting lucky.

Asmodeus grabbed at the pants again but you refused to let go. It was futile trying to win a tug-o-war against the demon but you were stubborn.

“Come on dear, don’t be difficult. These have to go.”

“Oi, if she wants to wear that ugly thing, then let her,” Mammon butted in.

Come on, the pants weren’t that ugly!

Mammon took your side of the tug-o-war, grabbing onto the pants and helping you pull them from Asmodeus’s powerful grip.

But, apparently, two of the most powerful demons in the Devildom and your stubbornness pulling on a pair of cheap, gimmicky pants was enough to tear it in two.

“Asmo!” You held your half of the pants up, inspecting the torn seams.

“Oops,” he giggled, tossing the fabric over his shoulder. “I guess you’ll have to wear something else.”

You found it hard not to imagine he planned for this to happen.

“MC,” Satan called, suddenly appearing at your door before you got the chance to start cursing at Asmodeus for ruining your clothes. “Lucifer wants to talk to you before you go.”

You checked your DDD for the time. 6:46 PM. You were supposed to be at Purgatory Hall by seven. You really didn’t have time for this.

“The worst you’re allowed to pack are shorts!” You warmed Asmodeus, before following Satan out the door.

“Don’t worry, darling. I’ll make sure you’re nice and comfortable!”

—

“MC! You’re finally here!” Luke jumped into your view like an excited puppy as soon as the doors were opened by Simeon.

The older angel greeted you with his usual warm and welcoming smile, “Hello, little lamb.”

You felt your face heat up at the endearing nickname he has chosen to give you. You ducked your head to hide the embarrassment evident on your face. “Hello, Simeon.”

“I trust she’ll be safe with you,” Lucifer said, pointedly looking at Simeon with his intense gaze.

“Of course, she’s safe with us!” Luke barked, crossing his arms, “It’s an angel’s job to keep humans safe. Unlike you demons who only-”

Simeon calmly put his gloved hand over Luke’s mouth, which was still trying to spew off insults at Lucifer, and chuckled, “MC will be perfectly safe with me, I promise.”

Your ears perked up at the specificity of his statement and you had no doubt he was telling the truth.

That confirmation was all Lucifer needed to feel better about leaving you there for the night and not under his protection.

“I will see you tomorrow, then,” Lucifer whispered to you, dipping down to press a parting kiss to your forehead. His hardened expression melted away for just a second as he gazed down at you. “Goodnight, my dear.”

“Goodnight, Lucifer.” You waved to the Avatar of Pride as he departed.

When you turned back to the angels, you noticed Simeon’s sullen expression, uncharacteristic for the always pleasant angel. Once he noticed your gaze, he shifted back to his usual handsome smile. You wanted to ask what was wrong, how you could help him, but Luke, eager to get the night started, grabbed your hand to pull you across the threshold into Purgatory Hall.

“Come on, MC! I already baked a whole batch of cookies to eat while we watch movies all night! There’s no way I’m falling asleep early!”

—

Luke was practically bouncing off the walls, from excitement or the sugar rush after eating seven cookies in the span of ten minutes, when you finally settled down in the living room for the movie.

He cozied up beside you, cuddling into your side like a clingy baby puppy but you could already tell he was beginning to nod off halfway through the film.

“MC.”

You nearly jumped out of your skin when the soft voice leaned into your ear, gloved fingers brushing gently against your shoulder. Simeon appeared behind you. The warmth of his body sent a pleasant shiver down your spine.

“Oops, did I frighten you?” He asked innocently. His hand fell away from you but the heat still lingered.

“N-Not at all.”

“I was going to ask if you wanted to change into your pajamas. You’re free to use the restroom down the hall next to Solomon’s room.”

Now that you thought of it, you hadn’t seen the suspicious sorcerer yet. Would he be joining you all for the slumber party or was this a strictly angels and you event?

“Yeah, sure that’ll be more comfortable.”

“Do you need me to show you the way?”

“No, I’ve got it. Thank you, Simeon.”

You had been to Purgatory Hall a few times for some study sessions and had gotten used to the layout by now. Plus, you’d like to drop in on Solomon just to say hello to your fellow human exchange student.

You may not have spent as much time with Solomon as you did with the demon brothers, but you did enjoy his presence. After all, powerful sorcerer or not, he was still a fellow human from the human world. On the rare occasions you did spend time with him, it was filled with chatter about human world memes and pop culture.

Before your stop at Solomon’s door, you entered the bathroom. With your backpack propped on the sink, you unzipped it and peeked inside.

To your horror, the white, lacy negligee you plucked out of the bag taunted you with its sheer fabric. You dived back into the bag, ripping out Asmodeus’s box of chocolates to find nothing else stuffed in the bag—no T-shirt, no ugly pajama pants. There was only a pair of lacy white underwear and the negligee.

You sunk to the tiled floors and resisted the urge to curse out Asmodeus for doing exactly what you said not to do. Instead of thinking about yelling at him, you pulled out your DDD and brought up his chat log.

MC : WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!!! What the hell am I supposed to do now!!!!!!

Asmo : put it on and have some fun~~ <33

“Ah, I hate you so much right now,” you whined out loud, leaning your head against the door. You could sleep in the clothes you have now but the chocolate stain Luke accidentally smeared on your shirt when he got a little too excited about showing you his cookies said otherwise.

There was a knock on the door before you could respond in all caps and tell Asmodeus what you really thought about his idea.

“MC? You in there?”

It was Solomon.

“Yeah, I’m here.”

“Simeon told me to let you know Luke fell asleep so he’s taking him to bed.”

You huffed—so much for staying up all night.

You heard Solomon’s footsteps begin to retreat and pushed yourself off the ground to call after him. After opening the door, you stopped him before he was too far down the hall. “Wait! Can I borrow a T-shirt?”

The sorcerer’s eyebrows rose but his expression soon melted into his usual mischievous grin. “Too excited to pack properly?”

“More like Asmo thinks it fun to meddle with my clothes.”

A knowing look crossed his face, and you wondered exactly what he knew. Had he been in this kind of predicament with Asmodeus before?

“I see. I’ll get one for you then.”

You thanked him as he departed to his room and shut the bathroom door once again. You stuffed the ‘pajamas’ back into your bag and reached for the chocolate box. A chocolate or two would calm your agitation. Though the chocolates were from Asmodeus as well; there was no telling what he had done to them. You didn’t care that much at the moment as you unboxed them and tossed a piece into your mouth.

The sweet taste was accompanied by a fruity aftertaste that almost left you feeling like you were floating and you nearly moaned. It was better than anything you’d had in a while.

Solomon was knocking again. “MC? I’ve got a shirt.”

You hardly heard, too entrapped by the chocolate to notice. You stuffed the chocolates back into your bad and opened the door to greet the handsome sorcerer extending one of his black shirts to you.

You thanked him and shut the door again to quickly change, hardly caring about the way your palms felt a little clammy as you slipped off your pants or your chest was tightening. The shirt smelt of him—surprisingly minty. Some buried part of yourself wanted to stuff your face into it and inhale deeply, to have nothing but him surround you.

When you left the bathroom, dressed in nothing but your panties and Solomon’s shirt and backpack in hand, you found the sorcerer still standing in the hall.

His eyes were quick to move to your bare legs, his shirt covering only half of your thighs, and they were slow to trail up to your eyes.

“I should… go.” You excuse yourself, even though you’d rather discover what that look in his eyes was.

“Still planning on watching the movie without Luke?”

“I think it would be better if I just went to bed.” You were starting to feel a bit warm—unusual considering this was the Devildom, a place perpetually cold.

“That’s too bad,” he lamented, “I wanted to show you a new spell I’ve been working on.”

You perked up. “Spell?”

“One word—control,” he offered, hushed like a secret meant only for you.

You looped your arm around his and dragged him towards his bedroom. His side close to yours didn’t help the heat slowly spreading through you. “Two words: Demonstration. Now,” You demanded.

His hint didn’t give you the slightest clue as to what he was talking about but you were excited nonetheless. You always found his magic fascinating to observe. Being new to the whole realm of magic and demons made you incredibly curious. You were human after all; it was in your nature to be curious.

Once you flung open his door, you were met with green vines crawling up the walls, spilling over desks, and hitting you right in the face.

“Not what I expected,” you said, moving aside the vine, to push deeper into the overtaken room. You weren’t sure what you were expecting; when he said control you were hoping for something…exciting.

You tugged at the collar of your shirt.

Exciting as in domination, holding you down, going down on-

“Just wait.”

You sat on his bed, starting at the ceiling and hoping the cool sheets would take away the heat of your skin. It was beginning to ache—ache more than just surface level irritation; it was growing between your thighs. You crossed your legs and bit your lower lip when the ache turned into a throb.

“Better be good,” you muttered. Your excitement was dwindling, being replaced by the desire to slip your hand between your thighs. When you tried taking a breath, you realized your breathing was growing ragged. Your skin felt like it was on fire, heat coursed through your body at the slightest movement.

“MC.”

You turned your head only to find Solomon’s right next to yours. You didn’t notice when he sat down. It’d be easy to lean in and kiss him and you never realized how badly you wanted to kiss him.

“Yes?” You breathed. So easy… just one kiss. Your fingers tentatively slid over the skin of your thighs, attempting to calm the heat between them.

The sorcerer watched, dragging his eyes from your hand over your body clothed in his shirt. “Everything alright?”

“No.”

He raised a brow.

“I just,” you wanted to shut your mouth, “really need you, Solomon.”

You wanted to bury yourself into the ground. Sure, the sorcerer was handsome, smart, and you definitely had a crush on him but you didn’t want to admit to it—not like this. Your face warmed, not from need but embarrassment.

His lips quirked as if he were fighting off a smile. “While I would normally never say no, especially to you, I have a feeling there’s more to this.”

You whimpered, “Please, ‘m serious.”

His hand came up to press against your cheek and you leaned into it, desperate for any contact. The need grew, demanding to be satiated.

He frowned. “You’re burning up.”

“No time to play doctor.” Your hands grabbed him to keep on your skin. “Just kiss me.”

“I’m getting Simeon.”

You groaned, not only was he trying to pull away, but he was getting an angel. It was not the time to bring in an angel when all you wanted was to be pressed into Solomon’s mattress and fucked. Though, your traitorous mind thought, you wouldn’t mind Simeon being witness.

“Be a good girl and stay,” he said, standing up.

When you refused to let go of his hand, a tendril from one of the vines slithered around your wrist and yanked you back with so much force you fell against the bed.

So that was what he meant by control.

“I said be good.” The tendril tightened around your wrist, taking hold of the other one as well and drawing your arms over your head.

He walked toward the door and the ache burned hotter, twisting you insides with every step he took further away from you.

“No, wait,” you whined and writhed, “h-hurts. It hurts.”

Concern bled onto his features. “I’ll be back.”

When he slipped from the room, the tears came. Your insides were being torn apart; the fire on your skin grew into an inferno, eating away at your flesh. You needed him back. You needed his hands on you again—to slip between your thighs and make the pain go away.

You were hyper aware of the door opening again and two men slipping into the room.

“Please,” you begged, “I’ll be good for you, swear.”

“Oh, dear,” the gentle voice of Simeon was a relief, only momentarily. Neither of them were touching you. They weren't even near you. They hovered at the end of the bed, observing as you writhed and cried.

“Swear I’ll be good,” you repeated, nearly delirious, as you tugged at your restraints. “Good, so good.”

“Was there something in the cookies?” You could hear Solomon questioning.

“No, I watched Luke make them; nothing was added that a human couldn’t consume.”

Footsteps drew near the side of the bed and your left side dipped when one of them sat. You turned your head and found Simeon; concern drew his brows together.

“Did you eat anything else besides those cookies?”

“Chocolates,” you managed to wheeze out. “Bag.”

Solomon took your backpack and searched it, pulling out the box of chocolates Asmodeus gifted you. He opened the top and sniffed the contents. “A powerful aphrodisiac,” he grimaced.

You wanted to groan but it came out as a low moan instead. Of course, Asmodeus gave you a box of chocolates laced with aphrodisiacs for your totally innocent sleepover. You couldn’t have one relaxing night away from the brothers without them causing some sort of chaos.

“Do you want us to call Lucifer?” Simeon asked, wiping away the tear tracking down your temples with his gloved thumb.

You whimpered, “no, want you.”

Shit.

Another confession down for the sweet and caring angel. You might as well confess to your crush on the demon prince and his butler while you were at it.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?”

You nodded, afraid if you opened your mouth again you would describe every explicit detail of your current thoughts.

The vines around your wrist squeezed. Solomon tsked, “Use your words.”

He snaked toward your other side and rested his hands on your exposed thigh. You spread your legs to give him permission to slip his hand between them. When you attempted to wiggle your hips down to get him closer to where you wanted him, the vines locked you in place.

You had no choice but to speak. “Yes, yes, I want you—both of you.”

“We’ll take care of you,” Solomon said. Any hesitation from before was gone. His fingers drifted higher, pushing your shirt up his path until he reached the edge of your panties. He traced the lace material. “Interesting choice.”

You almost forgot you ended up slipping on the pair of panties Asmodeus packed in your haze.

You almost choked when Solomon’s hand brushed the seam of your clothed slit.

“Don’t tease her; you need to help her quickly or the effects can turn dangerous,” Simeon instructed. He hadn’t moved from his spot, hands remained in his lap as he observed.

You could hardly understand a word they were saying that didn’t involve your pleasure. The word dangerous would’ve made you panic in your right mind but the lust building inside you made every other rational sense dull.

“You can help too,” Solomon said, looping his finger through your panties and dragging it down one agonizing inch at a time. “An angel should help humans in their times of need. And I think this is definitely a time of great need. ”

“I shouldn’t-” He faltered when he saw the slick of your arousal clinging to your underwear as Solomon finally pulled them off you. His hands clenched. Angel from Celestia or not, there was desire pooling behind his eyes.

You wanted to reach out and grab his hand, to reassure him you wanted it.

Solomon ignored the turmoil brewing within the angel and spread your thighs apart. Hungry eyes took you in. “Pretty,” he murmured as he leaned closer, warm breath blowing across your core. When you whined, he chuckled, “don’t worry I won’t tease you anymore.”

His tongue pressed flat against your cunt and he moaned from the sweet taste of you. Then the slow flicks from the tip of his tongue over your clit forced a cry from your lips as you rocked your hips into Solomon’s mouth.

“Not too loud,” Simeon said, his thumb brushing over your lip. “You’ll wake Luke.”

Your tongue darted out to swipe along the tip of his thumb, tasting only the cotton of his glove. Your teeth bit down on the fabric and when his hand pulled back the glove fell away, revealing his smooth, bare skin. You wanted to taste him, even if it was just the salt of his fingers.

You parted your lips again, wanting to beg for him, but the glove was shoved into your mouth.

“Quiet,” Simeon ordered in a tone you weren’t familiar with. Stern, demanding, and it only aroused you further.

You released a muffled moan when two of Solomon’s long, slender fingers stuffed themselves into your dripping core.

“You’re so wet. Wanna come on my fingers?” Solomon asked, almost mesmerized as his fingers slid in and out of you with ease, coating them from tip to knuckle. “Fuck—I know you do. Look at that face.”

Your eyes were too heavy to open, brows furrowed as his fingers continued to work, circling and pressing against that spot inside of you that made your back arch and fingers dig into the sheets.

“Why don’t you come on my fingers first? Then you can ride my cock like a good girl; Simeon’s too, if he’ll let you.”

Your eyes cracked open just to glance at Simeon, who was too focused on Solomon’s fingers. With Solomon’s focus on your cunt, the vines around your wrist loosened enough for your hand to creep toward the growing bulge in Simeon’s pants. Fingers over his thighs and just about brushing against him, he caught your hand and laced it in his.

“Just be good and he’ll give you what you need.”

You knew he was holding back. The look in his eyes said more, hungered for you. His fingers untangled from yours and began to trace up your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Then he shifted from his spot on the bed and lifted you slightly just so he could slip beneath your head. Your head rested on his thigh. His hand pulled the shirt higher, thumb lightly brushing beneath your breast.

“Focus on him,” Simeon instructed.

“Yeah,” Solomon grunted. His other hand grabbed your jaw, forcing your gaze to fall back to him. “Watch me.”

His fingers continued working you up and up. Your cunt clenched around his fingers as the burning ache of the aphrodisiac was replaced by a new ache for release. You rocked your hips as your breaths grew stuttered.

“That's it,” Solomon murmured, thumb brushing over your sensitive clit. “You’re doing so good.”

The stimulation on your clit along with Simeon’s hand brushing over your pert nipple was enough for you to tip over the edge. You let out a cry around Simeon’s glove when you finally came. Your thighs tensed around Solomon’s hand and your back arched while your hips rode out your high.

“Good girl,” Simeon said, petting your sweat matted hair and he pulled the glove from your mouth. Your pants filled the room. When your breathing evened out he asked, “how are you feeling?”

You swallowed, mouth feeling too dry to speak. The pain was gone; you were relieved. But, something still lingered—desire. You wanted them—closer, deeper .

“I… still need more.”

Hands caressed your sides and helped you sit up. You came face to face with Solomon, who wore a hungry smile on his face.

“Don’t worry; I wasn’t done.”

He maneuvered himself against the headboard of his bed and manhandled you onto his lap. He slipped off his dark turtleneck, exposing his pale chest and sculpted stomach.

You felt his erection press against your core and you couldn’t help but clench, eager to have him inside you.

“Go ahead.” Solomon nodded. “Take what you want.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Your hands reached for the buckle and freed him from his pants easily. You bit down on your lip when you saw his cock, leaking with precum. You wanted a taste, but it’d have to wait—you needed him desperately.

You rose onto your knees, angled him against your opening, and sank. Falling deeper and deeper into a warm enveloping pleasure, you took him easily.

Solomon let out a breathless curse in your ear once you took all of him. His hand found your hips and down to the curve of your ass. “Fuck, you feel good. Now, come on. Ride me.”

You lifted yourself off his cock slowly, savoring the drag of his length sliding through your slick walls, before throwing yourself back down. You moaned, dragging your hands from his stomach to his shoulders to give yourself support as you rode him.

You jolted when another set of hands moved down your side.

“Simeon,” you moaned.

One of his hands trailed your waist, slipping over the curve of your stomach where he could press against the shape of Solomon’s cock inside you, and the other caressed your breasts. His hand moved lower, brushing over your sensitive clit and toyed with it until you were crying his name.

A quick swat on your ass had you yelping.

Solomon tsked, “It’s almost like you’re forgetting who’s cock is in you.”

He took over, thrusting into you with a faster pace than you had set, hitting a spot in you that made the coil in your stomach tighten.

You whimpered, burying your head into his neck, “ngh, ‘m close.”

“Me too.” Solomon’s thrusts were growing stuttered as your cunt continued to clench around him. “Come on; come with me.”

It only took a few more thrusts before you came again, your hips half their movement as you let your orgasm ride through you. Solomon wasn’t far behind; after a few more thrusts, he came inside you with a drawn out moan.

You lay limply against his chest, catching your breath.

“Let’s clean you up.”

You were lifted off of Solomon, wincing when you slid off with a wet pop and felt the mix of your releases dripping from you.

Simeon was quick to get you cleaned up in your haze, cleaning between your legs with a damp towel and drying away any sweat.

By the time you came back to your senses, you were being tucked into Solomon’s bed.

“Wait.” You frowned. “What about you?”

Simeon smiled; he pressed an all too sweet lingering kiss to your temple. “Don’t worry about me. You just need to rest.”

Your frown only deepened. You wanted to argue, but your eyelids felt too heavy. Sleep called, almost like a spell had been put over you.

“Good night, my little lamb.”

—

When Lucifer arrived the next morning, expecting to walk you back home after a restful slumber party with the angels, he nearly flew into a rage upon learning you were— ahem —rendered immobile from the night before. It took a few words of reassurance from you to quell his fury, but it was soon directed towards Asmo when he learned about the chocolates.

Lucifer promised he would return the next morning, hoping you’d be rested enough to return to the House of Lamentation, and left, muttering about a punishment for a certain demon when he got back home.