I love your writing, hope you don’t mind another request! Demon!Hero, and an Angel!Villain, the angel is very flirtatious. Bonus points for the cheesy as hell line, “Did it hurt, when you fell down from heaven?”
tw: slightly suggestive
“Did it hurt, when you fell down from heaven?”
The hero blinked in surprise, turning towards the angel that had appeared from behind them. Their guard might have instantly been built up by their presence, but it didn’t stop the small pink hue from glowing on their cheeks.
“You...” They felt their heart skip a little. “Did you really just say that? That was really cheesy.”
They pulled their dagger from their belt, flipping it carefully into the palm of their hand. The angel’s sharp eyes followed the movement, silently letting the demon know they were watching their every move.
Hero had heard about this angel before. Sinful and cruel, with a personality that would put the devil himself to shame. They were infamous among the demon population, but their evil deeds were hidden from their kind. Even if Hero tried to incriminate them, the angels would never believe their word.
They were only a demon, after all.
“What?” The villain purred, flexing their wings behind them threateningly. It reminded Hero of theirs, and the emptiness on their back made them feel cold. “Not quite your taste?”
“Not exactly,” the demon fired back, collecting their senses. “You keep those out, and somebody might see.”
As the angel took a rather large step forward, Hero couldn’t help but take two back, gripping their dagger tighter.
“Why? Is it making you envious?” The angel grinned, approaching them like a predator would stalk their prey. “Or, perhaps the sight of me is exciting you?”
The hero’s cheeks went red, eyes widening. “Exciting me?”
“You look as though you want me to ravish you.”
The hero gasped when they felt the press of a wall on their back, and in that moment of distraction, the villain lunged for them. They felt the press of their body against theirs and their soft fingers tightening around their throat, knocking the wind out of them.
“And maybe if you ask very politely, I’ll give you what you wish for.”
Hero grit their teeth, jerking the knife forward. The angel gripped their wrist and slammed it against the concrete by their head, the dagger slipping from between their fingers.
It clattered to the ground, and the hero squirmed.
“Oh, look at you go,” the villain chuckled, a smirk dancing on their lips. “With all the ferocity one would expect from your kind.”
They leaned in closer, a leg pressing up inbetween theirs. Hero flushed from head to toe, instantly stilling. They could hear the sound of their own heartbeat, racing in their chest, and they were sure the villain could hear it too.
“Stop it,” they choked out, shivering when the grip around their throat tightened like it belonged there. Villain cooed in their ear.
“You’re practically trembling under my touch. Something tells me you don’t want me to stop,” they whispered quietly, their voice making their spine arch. The beauty of an angel was no joke, and this particularly angel was wearing very convincing sheep’s clothing.
Hero was dizzy. They swallowed and shook their head defiantly. “You keep this up, and you’ll be cast from heaven.”
“Please,” Villain hummed. “I’m not sloppy. What’s the harm in going around and charming a few demons, hm?”
Hero stiffened under their piercing gaze.
“Of course, I’d gladly be cast from that place if it meant I could show you off like a pretty little jewel.”
The hero could barely get their words out. “Don’t talk nonsense.”
Villain hummed in amusement, their dark eyes trailing over the hero’s face. They dipped down even lower, shifting their leg, watching how the hero arched keenly and made a whimpering sound. Their lips pulled into a delightful smirk, tracing their finger along their jaw.
“I meant what I said, you know,” they smiled, batting their eyelashes innocently. “If you ask politely, I’ll give you exactly what you want.”
Hero was supposed to be the demon. Hero was supposed to do the tempting. The familiar sensation was crawling up their throat, consuming their body. They bit the inside of their cheek, unable to hold their heated gaze.
“Please...” They skakily whispered, but the angel pressed a finger to their lips, shushing them.
“No, no, not like that, darling,” they purred, stroking the flesh of their bottom lip like they were made of glass. “Pray.”
The hero’s eyes widened. “What?”
“Tonight. Get on your knees, and pray. Pray for all the things you want me to do. Pray for all the things you want me to say, and I’ll do it. That’s all you have to do.”
So that night, the hero prayed. And the villain showed, fulfilling every demand they made like it was a promise.
