18: Are you into dressing up for sex?
Always. Sometimes dark and ready for blood or to step on a boy, other times I do....enjoy being dainty and cute...
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18: Are you into dressing up for sex?
Always. Sometimes dark and ready for blood or to step on a boy, other times I do....enjoy being dainty and cute...
👔 : Violet notices that Samael’s shirt is open & goes to 'fix it'.
“Sir, your shirt.” Violet moved forward without thinking, gently taking the two pieces of fabric in her fingers to fix it in place. But rather, her lip tucked between her teeth as her fingers brushed against the peeking flesh. “You’re always so mean to me and yet... so gentle with your girl. What is it that makes this so? Can’t you be nice to me? Just once?” Her blue eyes slowly moved to gaze up at Samael, a small pleading and curious innocent look on her face. Without much thought as she spoke and looked sst the man, her hand had slipped a bit further, palm almost fully placed on the man’s warm chest.
✿ The one time Xavier texted Samael
[Text: Samael]
Did you enjoy my thank you gift? I know it was a bit out of the blue, but I thought you could use something nice. It was either that or a free suit, and I figured Bambi was the better option.
✶ for something awkward to happen during sex
SOFT NSFW ASKS - for @itsfallensamael
Mercy knew it would happen again but after their fight, she had been worried that Samael would treat her with care instead of being with him again. That wasn’t what she wanted though. There was nothing else in the world that made her feel as good as he did, making her feel wanted and cared for when their bodies were tangled together. Her head had fallen back against the pillows, her legs were pushed up so he could plunge his length deeper into her.
She wanted to tell him how could it felt, but as she looked up, something twinged in her leg. It went from pleasurable to hurting very quickly. The moans stopped as the angel began to squirm under Samael’s body. “Ow, ow, ouch!” Reaching for her thigh, the angel tried to massage it to make it stop but the muscle was still twitching under the surface of her skin. “Cramp,” she squeaked.
The angel began to blush a brilliant shade of pink, spreading across her cheeks and to the tips of her ears. Never had she been so mortified to get a cramp, especially when Samael was still inside her. Her hands came up to cover her face, willing for the cramp to subside or for the bed to open up and swallow her hole. It occurred to her that it was oddly human to have something awkward to happen during sex but she couldn’t even think about that now.
“you have to be quiet if you want to cum”
Violet was struggling. She bit her lip trying to keep any moans in. Samael seemed to find it amusing to do this when in reality Violet was losing her mind. Be quiet? That was the last thing she wanted to do. However her change into being less of a bitch meant she listened more, and better. So here she was, listening ad being quiet so she could cum.
🔮
for your muse to find mine… in a dream 🔮
The dreams had started after he had visited her that night. They started the same, the dark eyes, the tight grip on her body, the fear in her eyes. But after they talked and she had some clarity on what had gone on that night, the dreams still returned. They changed from something dark, hidden in shadows with a fearful whispers and promises, to something else entirely.
Every night he appeared in her dream, standing at the edge of her bed but this time she went to him without fear. Mercy still stripped out of her night gown for him but she enjoyed the way his eyes raked down her form, making her feel desired instead of afraid. She longed for his touch, even asking for it in soft whisper. When it came, it felt like the ghost of a touch as fingertips dragged between her thighs causing the angel to part her legs, asking for more.
Just as she was on the edge of getting what she wanted, her eyes snapped open. The room was still dark, seemingly undisturbed but something told her she wasn’t alone. “Samael?” she called out, into the darkness. Her heart was still there, hammering loudly in her chest, the sound echoing in her ears. “Are you there?” Part of her hoped he wasn’t there, knowing she could have said something embarrassing in her sleep.
for: @itsfallensamael
♥ "Don't be so surprised... You still are one of my favorite bitches"
“Even when I’m like this you still find a way to mean in a gentle way. You’re not such a bad guy, you’re kinda like a cat. Cute when they want to be, but mostly an asshole.”
♥ (In a very twisted way. I do)
“So you admit it? I knew you did. That’s really sweet of you, no matter how twisted.”