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[mourningstqr]

an independent writing blog for the characters of # heresy .

writer is 27 and uses she / they pronouns . multimuse account for the bg3 & supernatural creature verses , includes dead dove content so read carrd carefully . discord && twitter accounts available on request .

strictly no minors on this account .

musings of heresy

a multimuse informational carrd

[snooganshq]

♡  SPICY  ACTION  PROMPTS  ;

send a word for a starter !  add a ♡ to reverse the role !  or add a + for the action to be more harsh/aggressive, for those who are interested !  you’re welcome to specify body parts where it’s ambiguous. feel free to strike out the ones you’re uninterested in when reblogging ! ( all prompts are within a spicy setting, either during sex, or leading up to it, etc. ) 

please don’t use for taboo subjects !! thank you ♡

[  BEG ] ;  the sender begs the receiver to touch them. 

[  BEHIND  ] ;  the sender takes the receiver from behind.

[  BITE  ] ;  the sender bites the receiver somewhere on their body. 

[  BONDAGE  ] ;  the sender ties the receiver up.

[  CHOKE  ] ;  the sender chokes the receiver. 

[  COLLAR  ] ;  the sender puts a collar on the receiver.

[  CUT  ] ;  the sender cuts the underwear off the receiver.

[  DEGRADE  ] ;  the sender degrades the receiver.

[  DENY  ] ;  the sender denies the receivers orgasm. 

[  DOUBLE  ] ;  the sender penetrates the receiver with two objects/toys/etc.

[  EAR  ]  ;  the sender bites the receiver’s earlobe.

[  GAG  ] ;  the sender gags the receiver. 

[ GROPE ] ; the sender gropes the receivers breasts or crotch.

[  HICKEY  ] ;  the sender gives the receiver a hickey somewhere on their body.

[  HUMILIATE  ] ;  the sender humiliates the receiver. 

[  KITTEN  ] ;  the sender calls the receiver ‘kitten’.

[  KISS  ] ;  the sender kisses the receiver somewhere on their body.

[  KNIFE  ] ;  the sender holds a knife to the receivers neck.

[  MASTURBATE  ] ; the sender catches the receiver masturbating.

[  MORNING  ] ;  the sender wakes the receiver up with sex. 

[  MOUTH  ] ;  the sender slides their fingers into the receivers mouth. 

[  ORAL  ] ;  the sender performs oral on the receiver.

[  PET  NAME  ] ;  the sender calls the receiver a cute pet name during sex.

[  PIN  ] ;  the sender pins the receiver against the wall.

[  PRAISE  ] ;  the sender praises the receiver.  

[  PUBLIC  ] ;  the sender touches the receiver in public.   

[  PULL  ] ;  the sender pulls the receivers hair.  

[  PUPPY  ] ;  the sender calls the receiver ‘puppy’.

[  RIM  ] ;  the sender gives the receiver a rimjob. 

[  SCRATCH ] ;  the sender scratches the receivers back.

[  SLAP  ] ;  the sender slaps the receivers face.

[  SPIT ] ;  the sender spits in the receivers mouth / on the receivers face. 

[  SMACK  ] ;  the sender playfully smacks the receivers ass.  

[  SOFA  ] ;  the sender hurriedly takes the receiver to the sofa. 

[  SPANK  ] ;  the sender spanks the receiver. 

[  SQUEEZE  ] ; the sender squeezes a body part of the receiver. 

[  STRADDLE  ] ; the sender straddles the receivers lap. 

[  STRAP  ] ;  the sender presents the receiver with a strap-on. 

[  TIE  ] ;  the sender ties the receivers hands together using an article of clothing.

[  TOY  ] ;  the sender uses a sex toy on the receiver.  

[  WHIP  ] ;  the sender whips the receiver. 

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ THE 𝐒TAGES OF 𝐈NTIMACY.   a collection of various action prompts centered around the varying stages of intimacy.  feel free to adjust as desired. heavily mature content, dni with this post if you are under 18, & DO NOT use these prompts for non-con scenarios.  )

SETTINGS.

[01.] finding privacy in a cramped dressing room.

[02.] cramming into the backseat of a car together.

[03.] slipping into the lonesome alleyway behind the bar for "time alone".

[04.] pulling them away from a party after hours of relentless teasing.

[05.] getting handsy under the table at a fancy dining establishment.

[06.] taking the long way home and pulling over on a dark stretch of road.

[07.] staying behind at the venue after everyone else has left.

[08.] the hotel room door barely clicks shut before hands are on them.

[09.] a tent in the middle of nowhere where no one can hear anything.

NEW TERRITORY.

[10.] finding yourself staring at their mouth and getting caught.

[11.] pulling back from a kiss to look at them, then immediately going back in.

[12.] memorizing the shape of them for the first time with your palms.

[13.] that exploratory first kiss, reserved and shy.

[14.] a gentle first kiss that morphs into intense want.

[15.] feeling the shape of their body through their clothes.

[16.] asking for permission to remove one of their garments.

[17.] finally succumbing to the thick tension & colliding feverishly.

[18.] fumbling with buttons or zippers because your hands won't stop shaking.

[19.] admitting out loud that you've been thinking about this for a while.

HEATING UP.

[20.] pulling them into your lap in the midst of a heated kiss.

[21.] discovering that they're wearing [ GEAR / LINGERIE ] under their clothes.

[22.] kissing away from their lips, down the length of their neck.

[23.] desperately grinding on them through layers of clothing.

[24.] dirty talking directly into their ear to turn them on even further.

[25.] pushing them onto a piece of furniture before straddling them.

[26.] lifting them onto the countertop while making out.

[27.] tugging their hair to expose more of their throat to your mouth.

[28.] the wrecked way they say your name for the first time.

[29.] fabric tearing because neither of you has the patience for buttons.

[30.] removing an obstacle of clothing with your teeth.

UNRAVELING.

[31.] biting down on their shoulder to muffle how good it feels.

[32.] the sound they make when you find the spot that undoes them.

[33.] begging without any trace of pride left and meaning every word.

[34.] their composure cracking for the first time, they finally stop holding back.

[35.] repeating "don't stop" like it's the only language left in their mouth.

[36.] leaving possessive marks in places only they'll see.

[37.] whispering "look at me" right before you take them apart.

[38.] trying to be quiet and failing, so they clamp a hand over your mouth.

[39.] flipping positions so fast neither of you remembers who initiated it.

[40.] their nails dragging down your back hard enough to sting later.

[41.] being told to open your mouth and doing it before the sentence is finished.

[42.] having your hands pinned above your head.

[43.] the desperate scramble to get closer when there is no closer to get.

COMING DOWN.

[44.] fingers lazily tracing the marks they just left on your skin.

[45.] pulling the blanket over both of you without being asked.

[46.] that silent, dazed smile when they catch your eye across the pillow.

[47.] the shaky laugh when neither of you can remember where your shirt is.

[48.] going to get water and bringing a glass back for them without asking.

[49.] lying chest to chest, feeling their heartbeat slow back down against yours.

[50.] the quiet "hey" that means something completely different now.

[51.] "come here" said softly — not urgently. just wanting them close again.

[52.] the reluctant moment of untangling.

[seriouslyextra]

some “what we do in the shadows” prompts (season one)

feel free to adjust wording/pronouns/etc as needed!

“please, finish a whole victim before moving on to the next one, okay?” “it’s not hygienic!” “i told you, you didn’t close the door properly!” “i’m not a killer. i find people who are easy to kill.” “oh, you’ll touch the swords.” “you kind of disobeyed me just now. and i’m noting it.” “lately i’ve been seeing another man. he doesn’t see me, though, because i sneak behind him.” “you hide in the shadows. bah! you are weak.” “they have no nutritional value now.” “you think that i have forgotten that tonight is a special occasion for you as well, don’t you?” “it’s a glitter portrait. it’s a portrait, made out of glitter!” “be strong, sweet little one. some day they will all be dead, and you will do a shit on all of their graves.” “i know exactly who you need to talk to and where to go.” “i come here every week. it’s a smorgasbord of banality and despair.” “i’m holding up a finger, indicating to hold on a second.” “hello, cheeky little one. out having some fun, are we?” “i remember how it feels to be powerless and disrespected.” “are those little dogshits not giving you the deep respect you deserve?” “i come to you with a warning: those whom you trust cannot be trusted.” “if there is a stone, so to speak, in your shoe that needs eliminating…” “it’s not i who needs help, it’s you, so it’s me who’s ending this conversation, not you!” “you are just a fresh baby shot out of her mother’s womb, glistening with light.” “shush, darling, you don’t need to talk.” “if i need anything i will call you. but not through the ether. just by regular yelling.” “it is the blood from my body, so i call it my blood.” “here comes the party poop.” “have you ever considered hunting with a partner?” “tonight is a good night for the other guy, not me, to die.” “let’s just take things down a notch, and then fight to the death.” “i didn’t know i could feel such depth of emotion and utter, utter suffering.” “uh, ma’am! you were dead!” “you look like a beautiful piece of wallpaper.” “i wasn’t going to let him eat you!” “i want you to know that you… are… my… friend.” “oh, i feel wild. i wanna do something stupid and crazy!” “i would prefer to be invited in. it’s more polite.” “i didn’t think i’d ever see you again.” “you will always see me again.” “i have crossed oceans of time to be with you.” “this is a misery to my ears.” “you mustn’t kill them, please!” “i’ve got to free my fellow inmates. i made a gentleman’s promise.” “they’re trying to frighten us, but it won’t work. ah!” “you really fucked up there.” “don’t worry. i’ve coordinated a secret escape plan.” “sometimes i have this urge to tear my roommate to shreds.” “i will make an alliance with this unholy nation and make this place my home!” “darling, you feel like crap because you are eating crap.” “i am going to teach you how to kill!” “shh, you just shut up now, my stupid little baby.” “look, i am just stupid human man. ouch, ouch, my balls. i love to drink beer.” “i’m very sorry for saying you should be kept in a cage.” “let’s not get bogged down on the details.” “we’re going to go to a party full of hot idiots.” “we will do whatever the hell we want to do, and you will respect women a lot more after this, okay?” “you have a very, very special power! you are going to murder so many human people with this!” “what is this? are you roleplaying as a depressed man? it’s not NOT working.” “it says here that i am 100% white.” “you know what? this isn’t working, me being supportive. i feel like i am literally eating myself.” “thank you for helping me tonight, on my saddest night.”

[rpinmemes]

Send 🧼 for your muse to walk in on mine trying to wash blood off their hands.

[facrie]

closed starter, for: @mourningstqr.

it's been a couple weeks now of samael keeping tién prisoner at the secluded house. he's started giving her permission to go out, as long as he accompanies her, but he never lets her go very far. he can tell it's having an impact on her. he, however, doesn't seem to mind the lonesomeness. it being just the two of them is heaven in his eyes. the only problem is, samael likes his secrets and secrets are hard to keep when he has another person around. he doesn't need them being reminded of the fact that he's human every other day.

his cruelty is dealt out casually, but some days he doesn't have it in him. some days, it's a struggle to get out of bed. he's sure she can see it in his face, the fact that he's not always all there.

" get up, " samael tells them, standing to his feet from where he's sat on the couch. " you're not staying here anymore. "

...and it's not a matter of him needing space from her. no, that's not it at all. if he had it his way, he'd bind their souls together for all of eternity. she'd be met with his same harsh fate. instead, they'll have their own unique punishments and be probably be separated forever. it's not something he's looking forward to.

" tién, " he calls out for her again. " are you ready to go? i've already made the arrangements. you'll be staying at a church not far from here. they have rooms you'll be able to sleep in, away from the elements. "

[mourningstqr]

she’s caught a little off guard by what he says . she’s sprawled across the couch , a book she’s borrowed off him open in her lap and her knees draped across his thigh . the sudden standing jolts her , brows furrowing over her ocean eyes as she stares up at him .

“ . . did i do something wrong ? ”

her heart splutters , the book closed and she moves to sit up .

“ . . sam . . ”

[mourningstqr]

[ HOOK ] sender hooking a finger beneath receiver's jaw (astarion & fawn)

her head tips upward with the curve of the pale elf’s finger , her honey — speckled eyes flickering down to his palm , then back to his lips , then finally his eyes . most of the camp are at rest , the two of them down by the river and a bottle of elfsong wine on the floor by their feet .

she inhales softly when their eyes meet , her speckled brow furrowing ever so slightly .

“ i believe you are the most confusing mortal i have ever met , astarion . ”

[leneemusing]

A LIST OF CASUAL YET INTIMATE INTERACTIONS

sender to receiver:

[ HOOK ] sender hooking a finger beneath receiver's jaw

[ PINCH ] sender holding receiver's chin between their thumb and forefinger

[ LOOK ] sender holding receiver's jaw and turning their head to look at them

[ PICK ] sender telling receiver to "hold still" while they remove something from their hair

[ GRAZE ] sender brushes their fingertip back and forth along receiver's jaw while they listen to receiver talk

[ DIRECT ] sender seeing that receiver is going the wrong way, takes hold of their shoulders from behind and turns them the right direction

[ BACK ] sender grabs receiver's wrist and tugs them closer when receiver tries to walk away.

[ TOY ] sender fidgets with something receiver is wearing while receiver talks to them

[ STROKE ] sender absentmindedly plays with receiver's hair while they're focused on another task

[ DEPART ] sender is saying goodbye and kisses receiver's forehead

[ DRESS ] sender without prompting helps receiver put on a jacket

[ UNDRESS ] sender helps receiver remove an article of clothing or jewelry

[ REFILL ] sender refills receiver's drink before they can ask or do it themselves

[ FIX ] sender cleans something off of receiver's face

[ RUB ] sender places their hand around the back of receiver's neck, rubbing their thumb just under their ear

[ PULL ] sender sits next to receiver and places their arm around their shoulders, gently pulling them into their side

[ BECKON ] sender sees receiver and lifts their arm up so they can come hug/cuddle them

[ GLIDE ] sender is gently rubbing/scratching receivers back and rubs their knuckle down their spine to the small of their back

[ CHEER ] seeing that receiver is scowling, sender rubs their thumb over the furrow between receiver's brows

[ TUCK ] sender finds receiver asleep somewhere and puts a blanket or their own coat over them

[ TRACE ] sender brushes their fingers along receiver's forehead, temple and cheekbone

[ BRUSH ] sender brushes their hand up and down receiver's arm as they walk past them

[ KEEP ] sender holds receiver's arm just above the elbow while they're talking or to get their attention

[ LEAN ] sender looks over receiver's shoulder who is sitting, placing a hand on their desk while receiver shows them something

[ NUDGE ] sender grabs the chair receiver is sitting in and pulls it closer

[ LISTEN ] sender is listening to receiver talk and picks up an object that belongs to receiver to fidget with

[ SEARCH ] sender searches out receiver's gaze in a crowded room either for approval or to check if they're okay

[ SMOOTH ] sender smooths their thumb over receiver's eyebrow

[ SLIP ] sender places their hand in receiver's back pocket while they walk together

receiver to sender:

[ HOOKING ] receiver hooking a finger beneath sender's jaw

[ PINCHING ] receiver holding sender's chin between their thumb and forefinger

[ LOOKING ] receiver holding sender's jaw and turning their head to look at them

[ PICKING ] receiver telling sender to "hold still" while they remove something from their hair

[ GRAZING ] receiver brushes their fingertip back and forth along sender's jaw while they listen to sender talk

[ DIRECTING ] receiver seeing that sender is going the wrong way, takes hold of their shoulders from behind and turns them the right direction

[ BACKING ] receiver grabs sender's wrist and tugs them closer when sender tries to walk away.

[ TOYING ] receiver fidgets with something sender is wearing while sender talks to them

[ STROKING ] receiver absentmindedly plays with sender's hair while they're focused on another task

[ DEPARTING ] receiver is saying goodbye and kisses sender's forehead

[ DRESSING ] receiver without prompting helps sender put on a jacket

[ UNDRESSING ] receiver helps sender remove an article of clothing or jewelry

[ REFILLING ] receiver refills sender's drink before they can ask or do it themselves

[ FIXING ] receiver cleans something off of senders face

[ RUBBING ] receiver places their hand around the back of receiver's neck, rubbing their thumb just under their ear

[ PULLING ] receiver sits next to sender and places their arm around their shoulders, gently pulling them into their side

[ BECKONING ] receiver sees sender and lifts their arm up so they can come hug/cuddle them

[ GLIDING ] receiver is gently rubbing/scratching sender's back and rubs their knuckle down their spine to the small of their back

[ CHEERING ] seeing that sender is scowling, receiver rubs their thumb over the furrow between sender's brows

[ TUCKING ] receiver finds sender asleep somewhere and puts a blanket or their own coat over them

[ TRACING ] receiver brushes their fingers along sender's forehead, temple and cheekbone

[ BRUSHING ] receiver brushes their hand up and down sender's arm as they walk past them

[ KEEPING ] receiver holds sender's arm just above the elbow while they're talking or to get their attention

[ LEANING ] receiver looks over sender's shoulder who is sitting, placing a hand on their desk while sender shows them something

[ NUDGING ] receiver grabs the chair sender is sitting in and pulls it closer

[ LISTENING ] receiver is listening to sender talk and picks up an object that belongs to sender to fidget with

[ SEARCHING ] receiver seeks out sender's gaze in a crowded room either for approval or to check that they're okay

[ SMOOTHING ] receiver smooths their thumb over sender's eyebrow

[ SLIPPING ] receiver places their hand in sender's back pocket while they're walking

[mourningstqr]

samael -> tién.

you are complicating me.

tién’s chest heaves with the weight on it . she hasn’t been free of him in weeks , still confined in his home . since they were intimate , things have been . . tense . she’s not been able to look at him and he’s not been taking it well .

they’ve been screaming at each other all day , but sam’s words have quieted her , her eyes meeting his and burning bright with confusion .

“ . . what is * that supposed to mean ? ”

[beebssources]

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[mourningstqr]

sometimes you just take the next step and the path appears. (for whichever muse you're feeling most! or you can come in my DMs and force me to choose. I will not be offended either way :P)

fawn’s eyes lift to the warden , that familiar feeling of respect tugging at her chest despite the abomination she’s slowly starting to become . her cheek pulls between teeth and the druid turned her face away .

of course halsin has reasonable advice . she doesn’t know what she expected , he always knew what to say .

“ i fear the path is becoming foggier by the day . how might i take the next step when the future is so fraught with dangers ? ”

[mourningstqr]

a little ooc content but i spent about four days drawing fawn and i’m incredibly proud of it

[hatties-self-hate-journey]

How posting to my blog feels like:

[cinememed]

₍ 🎞 ₎   the  great   (2020 – 2023)  rp  starters  ! featuring violence, explicit language & mature themes . some lines have been slightly adjusted for rp purposes .

if the crown fits ... take it.

i promised myself a great love. that didn’t work out. 

you fired something in me, and when i look at you now, i must have you again. 

i have carried a romantic idea of people all my life.

it was an act of love, not an act of betrayal.

i saw a great love as a kind of perfect love. maybe it's not.

you're delusional about people, about the world.

that is your great gift. but it's a curse as well.

we cannot change without cost, even if it is our own.

you are always seeking for me to look at reality. well, i am, and it's horrifying. 

it is a flaw for a leader to want love so much.

you don't believe in me. i've spent my life trying to get you to.. and you just don't.

the worst thing in life is to come up against your own limitations and stumble.

i can't stop loving you when you talk, it rushes me.

no morality, no philosophy, just win.

i think you have a large appetite that is not constrained by morality.

you are complicating me.

a great love, like a great country or a great leader even ... is a flawed one.

not as fun as me. because i am known for being fun.

it's .. close to enough.

you do this, and you can't come back. i mean it.

there are many versions of you, and you know i'm the only one who sees them all.

i never thought being doomed would feel so pleasant.

i am fucked. i have decided to embrace it.

sometimes you just take the next step and the path appears. 

i look at you ... and my heart breaks. for your pain. for your sorrows.

i will not live a powerless life.

i do not wish to avoid bloodshed. what part of that plan do you not understand?

sometimes i'm so clever, i have to take a breath not to become dizzy.

i think i was angry because no one has ever not liked me.

there is no other way. i am a prisoner here.

you think me more naive than i am.

we are always not quite as good as we wish.

i don't want to kill you. you're not a bad person.

i could kill you. you are a bad person.

you're so sweet sometimes, i could just kiss you on the nose.

people underestimate the joy in suffering.

it wasn't destiny that did it. i did it.

i'm not scared, and i'm not holding your hand.

you're lying, which is both out of character and really annoying.

i am as good as dead here. that's why i have nothing to lose.

i will not be at your, or anyone's whim.

i wondered what had happened to you! well, wondered might be too strong.

[mourningstqr]

the pressure of his fingers caused an ache in her untouched core , her hips almost attempting to pull away from the invasive touch but trapped between his arms and the wall . the angel trembled , her moan broken and her breath heady when he stretched her out .

it was an odd sensation , but oh *so* good , something that she was certain to chase for the rest of eternity , damning her to hell and falling right down beside him .

a feeling she couldn’t explain tugged at her stomach and his name fell like a reverential prayer from her lips , crystalline blue eyes glowing .

“ samael . . sam . . 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒚 . . something . . something is happening . . ”

[facrie]

the black fades from samael's eyes. they're back to blue now. he's looking up to her in awe. it doesn't last before they narrow into something darker and pay careful attention to her expression.

fingers attempt to press deeper, if it were even possible. he adds a third, really stretching her out and working her open. his cock is tenting in his pants in the meantime and he has to let go of her other hip to reach down and readjust himself. she can't see it, but he's palming at his arousal through his jeans.

“ good, ” he mutters against her, words muffled by having his mouth occupied. he flicks his tongue across that pink bud again and latches on one more time, consistently sucking dragging it over her clit to give her some of that well needed friction. he's determined to make her fall apart just like this.

he pulls back, arching his hand so that his thumb is rubbing circles around her clit while he continues to finger her. he stops touching himself so he can reach up and press down on the wound on her stomach, where he stabbed her, letting the tender and bruised area ache beneath his touch.

“ c'mon, baby, let go for me, ” he says― no, begs. he's pleading with her to give herself over to him.

[mourningstqr]

it was the combination of calling her ‘ baby ’ and pressing his fingers into the injury that finally pushed her into her orgasm . the unusual feeling ripped through her body and an explosion of crystalline white light flooding the room , drowning the two of them in her aura . her entire body shook , confused and desperate gasps filling the air as she came on his tongue .

her eyes blew wide , soft little sobs of pleasure pouring from her lips . she may not understand what it was , but she knew it felt incredible .

“ oh . . oh , my . . ” ragged breathing smothered her words and she dropped her head back against the wall , eyes squeezed closed .

[mourningstqr]

the pressure of his fingers caused an ache in her untouched core , her hips almost attempting to pull away from the invasive touch but trapped between his arms and the wall . the angel trembled , her moan broken and her breath heady when he stretched her out .

it was an odd sensation , but oh *so* good , something that she was certain to chase for the rest of eternity , damning her to hell and falling right down beside him .

a feeling she couldn’t explain tugged at her stomach and his name fell like a reverential prayer from her lips , crystalline blue eyes glowing .

“ samael . . sam . . 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒚 . . something . . something is happening . . ”

[facrie]

the black fades from samael's eyes. they're back to blue now. he's looking up to her in awe. it doesn't last before they narrow into something darker and pay careful attention to her expression.

fingers attempt to press deeper, if it were even possible. he adds a third, really stretching her out and working her open. his cock is tenting in his pants in the meantime and he has to let go of her other hip to reach down and readjust himself. she can't see it, but he's palming at his arousal through his jeans.

“ good, ” he mutters against her, words muffled by having his mouth occupied. he flicks his tongue across that pink bud again and latches on one more time, consistently sucking dragging it over her clit to give her some of that well needed friction. he's determined to make her fall apart just like this.

he pulls back, arching his hand so that his thumb is rubbing circles around her clit while he continues to finger her. he stops touching himself so he can reach up and press down on the wound on her stomach, where he stabbed her, letting the tender and bruised area ache beneath his touch.

“ c'mon, baby, let go for me, ” he says― no, begs. he's pleading with her to give herself over to him.

[mourningstqr]

her hands were almost lost , floating aimlessly as they couldn’t decide where to place them when he removed her underwear . the cold air sent a shudder running down her spine and she was about to demand his promise again when she was hoisted up and on to his shoulders . her knees spread , pausing in that moment of forever before his tongue was upon her . a strangled moan escaped and her hand locked in knotted black hair , tugging in abandon .

it felt like rapture , heaven , the apocalypse , ascension and purity all in one . a sick game that she never wanted to stop playing . tanned flesh scraped against the wall and she inhaled sharply , hips bucking and back arching uncontrollably . she couldn’t organise her thoughts , couldn’t process exactly what was going on in her body . panic swelled in her stomach but was immediately assuaged by his lapping tongue , her gaze dropping down to watch him ravage her .

“ o — oh , sam . . . that’s . . . ”

[facrie]

samael can't help the grin that tugs at his lips when delicate fingers curl tight against dark strands of hair. he's got her right where he wants her. she's played right into his hands again. he's made a sinner out of her yet. it's too late to stop now. he wants to take, until there's nothing left. he doesn't have it in him to stop, he doesn't understand where the line is crossed. damning his angel to hell isn't enough, he needs the guilt of it to eat her alive.

he continues to lick into her― eats her like she's meant to be devoured and then some. really works her over with a skilled tongue. who knows where his mouth has been?

one hand releases from their side and he brings it between their thighs again. this time, to slip a couple of long, thick fingers into her. he pushes them in, until they're knuckle deep, then gives them a twist. he wants to explore her insides properly, so he does. he presses them in and out, like he's searching for something, and curls them against that something when he finds it. he's been looking for her sweet spot; the thing that'll make her eyes roll back while he massages the pads of his fingers over it and― eventually― starts to thrust them directly into it.

meanwhile, he focuses on that bundle of nerves from above. he continues, until his mouth and fingers are covered in her juices.

[mourningstqr]

the pressure of his fingers caused an ache in her untouched core , her hips almost attempting to pull away from the invasive touch but trapped between his arms and the wall . the angel trembled , her moan broken and her breath heady when he stretched her out .

it was an odd sensation , but oh *so* good , something that she was certain to chase for the rest of eternity , damning her to hell and falling right down beside him .

a feeling she couldn’t explain tugged at her stomach and his name fell like a reverential prayer from her lips , crystalline blue eyes glowing .

“ samael . . sam . . 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒚 . . something . . something is happening . . ”