#emily. || asks.

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@allcluia asked: ( keep quiet ) Evan and Emily

just fucking around !

Sera would faint if she caught them - hopefully, at least, then Emily might be able to pass the scene off as a stress-induced hallucination and send the older angel off to get some rest, with a steaming cup of good dreams to chase away the memory.

But Sera, and being caught by her, was the last thing on Emily's mind right now.

Her layered, ruffled skirts hiked up to her waist, held in place by the same arm that braced her against the wall, muffled pants mingling together as Evan dipped her head against Emily's neck. The solider was always so composed, so efficient - and this encounter was certainly no exception.

She sank her teeth into her knuckle hard enough to draw blood, as the soldier curled her fingers, just lightly pressing against a certain spot that made the seraphim jolt. Her cunt pulsed and she swallowed a sharp keen, pressing her forehead into Evan's shoulder.

"E-Evan!" Emily stage-whispered, grasping Evan's forearm with her free hand. "Please, slow down!" She didn't care the slightest about the pseudo-publicity of the hallway, she just wanted the moment to last as long as possible.

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@darkseraphscorner asked: Emily, pro: sweetest bean in all existence and would love snuggles. Con: all of heaven wants you dead for deflowering her.

Send me one pro and one con you could see with having sex with my character.

Deflower...?

"Are you operating under the assumption that I'm a virgin?" Or that virginity was anything other than a human construct created for the sole purpose of controlling women and their bodies and making them feel shameful for completely natural urges and desires.. The Host had no role in that, that was all Man's doing.

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@firstfcllen asked: "Little shy, eh? I'm not so bad once you get to know me." - Lucifer @ Emily

DUNGEONS & DRAGONS: HONOR AMONG THIEVES

The angel ducks her head, more than a little embarrassed to be called out by the Lucifer Morningstar himself. Thankfully, he's correctly interpreted her silence as shyness, rather than rudeness.

"I don't think you are," she replies honestly. All that Lucifer had done to rebel, in the grand scheme of everything, was fall in love and ask a few questions. Surely that wasn't enough to earn the title of Father of All Sins, was it?

"Ms. Lilith has told me a lot about you. It's an honor to finally meet you, sir."

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@allcluia asked: “My soul and your soul are forever tangled.” Evan @ Emily

♡ Valentine’s Day Sentence Starters ♡

"Oh, Evan..."

Tangled was a good word for it. The sensation of knots, twisting together, unable to tell where one started and another ended. Constricting. Threatening to choke the breath right out of her lungs. The closer Emily got to the other angel, the tighter the webs became.

But she'd be lying if she said she didn't like it.

Emily reached up to clasp Evan's cheeks in both her hands, drawing the taller angel down to press their lips together.

"Please tell me that's a promise. Forever."

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@holyfurnace asked: 🌿 from Lute @/holyfurnace for Emily (only if you want to ofc <3)

Send 🌿 to meet my muse under the mistletoe || No Longer Accepting

There were many reasons to enjoy the holidays in Heaven, and not just because Heaven was where so many of them were created. There was just something so... joyous about the time of year, an anticipation buzzing so potent in the air that every molecule of her being felt as though it were vibrating.

Any other season, Emily would not have the courage to make her next move, but something about the intoxicating aura of the Christmas season emboldens her, moving her feet and wings toward the other angel.

"Oh, Lute?" The seraphim gently reaches for the warrior's wrist, shyly pointing up at the plant above their heads. "It is a Christmas tradition..."

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@redemonarc asked: Send 🌿 to meet my muse under the mistletoe + Vaggie or Emily @/redemonarc

Send 🌿 to meet my muse under the mistletoe

Christmastime in Hell was certainly... different. Not in a bad way, of course! Things were still festive, in their own way, and Emily supposed that it made sense, when taking into consideration that the whole Reason For The Season tended to remain under his Father's watchful eye in Heaven.

Also the fact that many traditions associated with Christmas technically were appropriated from Pagan traditions, many of the practitioners of which had ended up downstairs...

"Vaggie...?" The seraphim lightly tapped the other woman on the shoulder, bashfully pointing at the small plant above their heads. "I don't want to assume that the practice is the same here, but, well... Where I'm from, we're supposed to kiss each other if we're under the mistletoe."

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@allcluia asked: " you look beautiful in my bed. " Evan @ Emily

PROMPTS FOR THE MORNING AFTER

Emily's face flushed. Evangela spoke in such a straightforward manner, somehow voicing the simplest of statements in a way that made desire flare in her chest all over again.

The angel sat up slowly, pulling Evan's blanket up to cover her chest. Modesty was a foregone thought, but it was a habit she couldn't shake. The covers were soft, still warm from their body heat, and smelled deliciously of Evan.

"It'd be more beautiful if you were still in it." She extended one hand beseechingly, beckoning Evan to return to the blankets. "Do you have to leave so early?"

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Anonymous asked: Lute for Emily :3

Send me a Character and I'll tell you if my Muse would sleep with them

Her freckles stood out more than ever against the deepening color on her cheeks. Hands clasped in front of her, Emily's fingertips worried at the edges of her gloves, rolling the question over in her mind.

"Well... I won't deny that there's certainly very much to admire about Lute... She's so dedicated in everything she does, I'm- I'm certain that extends to other areas as well..."

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