I though to myself “what kind of insane or wholesome thing should I ask for?” And landed on something up your alley: werewolf Dan going grrrrr on some people who try hurt human Max (could be a non driver au!). Bonus for some werewolf Pierre and human Charles being friends and coming to help? Idk, memories of teen wolf are banging around in my head like a DVD logo on screen. Dan being possessive in a healthy way! Max loving it! Piarles love! Idk, love them werewolves!!! (please tell me if this is too much)
Vicsy, my friend. I'm sorry this took me so long. I had a long think.
This actually is going to be a little scene pre - and it's coming closer. Just for you. So have a drabble from werewolf Pierre fic. It's a bit different, but I hope it scratches the itch.
Also, I guess Spoilers for my own damn fic.
Max could protect himself. Daniel was intimately familiar with all of the ways Max could protect himself.
He had a scar on his ribcage from...one of those enthusiastic protections.
It's just that...Max is making him wait for something and Daniel is like...fine with that. Something to do with their pack and the whole reason Max is here and blah blah blah. Danny knows it's important.
But right now. right now. Max is wearing one of those open shirts and he's dancing underneath the lights and it's touching all of his skin in the places that Danny is only allowed to look at and never touch.
Not yet.
Not until whatever Max is waiting on happens.
Danny trusts him and he trusts Pierre and he can be a very very patient man - he has been - but the thing that's cracking that patience tonight is that Daniel is under the impression that Max still knows that he is his.
Max might not be Danny's right now, might not be in his bed, but he's not in anyone else's.
Danny certainly isn't in anyone else's.
"Hey," Pierre bumps their shoulders together. "I knew bringing you two out this close was stupid, but get it together, yeah? You can't go wolfie in here."
"That guy is touching him." Danny grits out. "He's got his fucking -"
"Daniel." Pierre bites, pointing outside, but Daniel is already going, shoving through people to get out the back door, abandoning Pierre when he should be protecting him.
His breathing is hard and Pierre was right. He has no business being in this bar - not when it smells like sex and desire and Max. Everywhere smelling like Max. People smelling like they want Max.
The metal door slams shut behind him and Daniel gulps in the air - feeling the moon pressing down on him.
This was supposed to be fun. It was supposed to be a way to keep them all in check - let them burn off some of that energy that makes them a bit crazy this close to the moon - and Danny has ruined it by being two seconds away from -
Danny is leaning against the dumpster and it smells so awful and overwhelming, but it's clearing his head of Max. Or that's what he tells himself when he hears the backdoor open and he spins.
"Danny," Max is saying his name before he's even out the door, but he doesn't look mad - just soft. Sweat still dripping off his body and Danny can definitely smell all of that - can smell everything and it's really not helping with the moon and the -
Until he catches a whiff of that other guy - his scent all over Max so Danny puts up a hand, can't stand to have him this close.
"You are being very silly," Max says with a raised eyebrow. "You know I don't -"
"No, Max." Danny bites out, anger and frustration bleeding through. "I don't know because all I know is that I have to wait and -"
Max steps right into his space, hands on his face and it all melts away because all Danny can see is blue and all he can smell is Max and all he can feel is want.
It's not often that Max gets close enough to him for Danny to feel the bond between them, but he feels it now and it's like every other time - like the moon no longer has any say over Danny. Only Max. Only ever Max.
The bond between them flickers and it's enough that Danny can feel it - can feel how Max was dancing with that man and thinking about Danny's hands on him. How he only wanted Danny there. How he waits on Danny everyday. How he consults the gods for -
"Someone is coming," Danny whispers eyes wide. "Someone -"
"For Pierre." Max smiles before tipping his head forward to rest on Danny's collarbone. "After he comes." Max whispers. "That's what you're waiting on. When he comes, you and I get to -"
Danny wraps his arms around Max, tucking his face into his hair. "You don't have to tell me more. I know how it works."
Max breathes him in deeply and another flicker of something comes through - desire and trust. The feeling of being protected.
Danny can wait.
Danny can be patient.
"Soon," Max kisses Danny's jaw as he pulls away. "Thank you for wanting to protect my honor from that very ridiculous man, but you can go and run it off now. I promise, the only man I'm going home with is Lando and he won't try anything with me."
"He's too afraid you'll turn him into a toad." Danny laughs, trying to pin Max's quick fingers before they can pinch him in retaliation.
"I am not that kind of witch, Daniel." Max huffs and Danny releases him.
"Soon." Danny confirms.
Max raises a shaky hand to Danny's cheek. Love. It's love that comes through. "Soon."
Warnings: Except for a couple sentences of plot, this is nothing but pure smut.
A/N: So, today @bloodstained-porcelain-doll decided to do an Archangel Takeover on her blog. I wanted to send in some questions for it, but I’ve never really been good at the idea of “interacting” with fictional characters. I decided to suck it up and do it anyway. This question/answer conversation took place and inspired me to write a drabble to go with it that would explain Lucifer’s “disappearance” from the takeover and let you, dear reader, experience what would’ve happened. It’s a bit larger than what I consider a drabble and it’s a little rough, but I’m so damn happy to have not only finished something, but completed it in just a couple hours. I haven’t been able to do that in a very long time. Have fun with your takeover, Raven, and I hope you all enjoy this piece.
Gotta tag my main Lucifer babes: @lucifer-in-leather and @wayward-mirage And some peeps that might be interested...off the top of my head because I don’t have my forever taglist handy (I know, I suck): @a-sea-of-fandoms, @helvonasche, @kittenofdoomage, @madamelibrarian, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @paddy1219
You and the fallen Archangel appeared in your room.
“How? Tell me how you brought us here? You are completely human.” Lucifer questioned suspiciously.
“Well, certainly a powerful celestial entity such as yourself already knows. It’s why you’re willing to be here with me.” you smirked, sitting down on the edge of your bed and patting the spot next to you.
Lucifer remained standing, his gaze easily revealing to you his internal struggle; why he was compelled to give you pleasure like you’d never known.
After a moment, you decided to give him his answer by rolling up your sleeve and revealing the oddly shaped birthmark near your wrist, only recently had you learned it’s meaning.
“That’s not possible!!” Lucifer growled defiantly, yet still unable, and unwilling, to leave your room.
“Apparently it is. Are you displeased, Archangel?”, your words more of a seductive purr than a query.
Lucifer visibly shuddered at the sound of your voice, his disbelief fading and desire quickly taking its place.
“Absolutely not.”, he groaned, giving himself over to the incredible need that had been burning since the instant your eyes met, and taking you into his arms.
The chill of his lips against yours sent a delicious tingle coursing through your body; finally settling at the apex of your thighs and the intensity pulled a sharp, but muffled yelp from your throat. You felt Lucifer briefly smile against your mouth before you suddenly found yourself facedown on the bed.
“Oh the things I’m going to do to you, little one...”, Lucifer whispered before seizing your hips and pulling you onto your hands and knees.
Reaching around to your stomach, he made quick work of the button and zipper of your jeans, pausing a moment to trace a cool finger across your heated skin. You bit your lip hard in attempt to silence the begging moan threatening to escape you.
You’d been forewarned that sensation of finally having him this close to you would be intense, but this was indescribable. It felt like your very soul wanted to escape the confines of your body to get to him. He ground his hips against you while his hand ghosted over the denim covering the swell of your ass, then there was no stopping the whimpered “please” that left your lips.
“So eager for me, aren’t you Child?”, he chuckled darkly as he grabbed your waistband and yanked the material down your legs. Your hips involuntarily rolled backwards, desperate for contact. Your panty covered sex brushing against the erection straining beneath, pulled a deep, rumbling groan from his chest.
Lucifer lunged forward, pushing you flat onto your belly and hooked a finger into your panties. He took his time pulling them down your legs, driving you mad. Once free of the material, he moved back up your body, leaving kisses along your calves and thighs. Some were soft and gentle, barely making contact with your skin and making you tremble with want. Others were hot, open mouthed nibbles; his teeth leaving your reddened flesh tingling. He just had to see how long he could tease before breaking your resolve down to incoherent pleas of mercy.
Now eye level with the round of your bottom, his hands roughly grabbed both sides and opened you up, allowing him to see the glistening wetness of your sex.
“Is this what I do to you, little one?”, he groaned in surrender, no longer able to withstand temptation. You hear the sounds of him freeing himself of his own clothing and you writhe in anticipation, completely incapable of any coherent thought.
Lucifer pulls up your shirt, kissing up your back, towards your neck as he does. The forward motion drags his stiff cock up your legs, causing goosebumps explode across every inch of your flesh. As the tip of his cock comes in contact with your slickened labia you thrust your hips backward, your body silently begging him to hurry up.
Laying his weight down onto you fully, Lucifer tilts his hips enough to grasp his painfully hard cock and guide it into you. You arch your back, aiding with his aim. He slides inside you easily and fully, bottoming out with his first thrust. You echo each others groans of satisfaction as he begins rolling his hips just enough to feel movement, but not enough to withdraw from the confines of your tight heat.
Your hands fly up and grab hold of the vertical wooden rungs of your headboard, not only to center yourself against the torrential waves of pleasure, but to guide his hips into a rocking motion, deepening his thrusts. Reaching down, he grabs your hips tightly, and pulls himself out further and further with each stroke until his hips are slamming into you.
The pleasure within both of you is building at an impossible rate and soon he’s panting out a warning that he’s not going to last much longer. You moan in agreement. The waves of your release ripple through your walls, up into your belly where the sensation spreads throughout. His thrusts become stuttered as his rhythm fails. Lucifer grunts out a breathless, “I can’t...” and you feel him empty himself inside you. The force of his orgasm and the throbbing pulse of his length sends the final spark to the nerves of your core and you fall over the precipice of absolute ecstasy.
After a few moments to calm your labored breathing you managed to speak. “That was incredible.”
“That’s an understatement.”, Lucifer panted in agreement.
“So,” the Archangel began, “Exactly when and how did my sugar addicted little brother find you, Hoath?”
“Ho ah what?” you giggled.
“Hoah Teh, it’s Enochian. It’s the closest translation for what you humans mean when you say ‘My Love...specifically, not just love in general”
“He found me last week. Scared the crap outta me too, when he just ‘appeared’ in my kitchen. He said he felt the call of a sigil and he had to investigate.” you said. “After a few unsuccessful attempts at an explanation, he finally tapped me on the forehead and I just...understood, I guess. I was marked to be yours.” you finished sheepishly.
“And….?” his crystal blue eyes bored through yours as he waited for the rest.
“….and he gave me this weird oil and herbal mixture to rub on my birthmark while I prayed a specific phrase, allowing me to tap into your power and bring you to me.” you offered in a whisper.
“That little Trickster!” he snorted indignantly, but soon softened. “I guess showing him all my tricks wasn’t such a bad idea after all.” Lucifer said, smiling the most beautiful smile you’d ever seen, and pulled you into a sweet and passionate kiss.
You couldn’t wait to see what the future would hold.
She really did escape, didn’t she? I rolled my eyes as I gained access to all the cameras in the last chamber she was to ever take, and sure enough, she wasn’t there. The sensors on the panel that was supposed to take her into the incinerator pit didn’t pick up any dropped portal gun, and no weight was to be detected anywhere. She wasn’t in there.
I lost sight of her, and I had to kill her off because she was too good at these tests. No…not good. She was too stubborn. Determined to finish even if it took a whole human day to solve. And she escaped. I rubbed my forefingers against my temple in frustration.
I set a lunatic free.
I spoke into the intercom that allow me to talk to subjects at a minimum. Well, that might just change in a bit. “Hello?” I made sure my voice was non-nonchalant, as if escaping was just part of the test. “Where are you?” My tone changed slightly as I remembered that she either couldn’t/wouldn’t speak. Oh, how I overlook the simple of things when I’m bad-tempered.
"I know you’re there. I can feel you here." That was no lie. I felt panels being stepped on lightly as she ran, and I got a vague sense of her location when she stopped at my words. I grinned slightly as I began to trace her, but she suddenly broke into a run. Damn it.
I continued with small conversation as I felt her move slightly away from me, which was fine. I had no problem with her running around and killing herself without me watching. I’d find her dead body either way. Suddenly, my visor flashed a bright red and I narrowed my eyes. She was closing in. I broke my own promise, and my voice came in an angry snarl.
"You’re not a good person, you know that right? Good people don’t end up here."
The screens stopped flashing and stayed red as the door to my chamber opened. My eyes flickered as I turned around wearily, fuming as I saw Her. My voice came in a low growl, dripping with sarcasm.
send "auld lang syne" for my characters reaction to waking up from a happy dream about your muse --- only to remember that your muse is already dead.
"NNNgh, come ooon Hypnos, got out of that bed!" The silver haired god child urged, trying to drag his twin out of bed by pulling on one of his arms, but his other half seemed so heavy while almost asleep, especially for his own frail arms.
"Let me sleep, Thanatos. I have been playing with you enough" The golden haired answered on a drowsy tone while trying to free his arm and get back to his comfortable position in bed, without success despite the weakness of his twin. If his strength was not that big, his stubbornness was unlimited.
"But I want us to do something together!" They had been separated only for a few hours since Hypnos decided to try to have a little nap, but it was already too much time of loneliness for him, especially since the others seemed to try to avoid the young god of death as much as possible. "Please~" He almost begged as he climbed on the bed to crawl towards his brother, only to get caught by two small arms, forcing him to lie down and stay quiet. He was about to complain, since this is not the idea he had about doing something together but yawned after a few seconds, eyelids getting heavy and closing slowly. "chea...ter..." He turned around to wrap his arms around his other half, snuggling against him.
When Thanatos opened his eyes, he was no longer a child, he was no longer holding his precious twin and no one was holding him anymore... he was left alone with an underscriptible pain and something would be forever missing since they took away a piece of him. He was already surprised he has been able to fall asleep since it became somethnig even more difficult than before without his brother to help him. "I know you are not death.... for being the death myself, I would never allow it to happen..." His hand touched the empty space next to him on the bed as this rare pain tightened his chest. "But I wish we could do somethng together... even if it's just sleeping...even if it has to be forever..."
