oh angel, god’s not coming to save you anymore
demon!constantine x f!angel!reader
aka i just watched constantine and cannot get the idea of demon!constantine outta my head…i’m not okay and i need him carnally also i definitely did not proofread this, i just had to get it OUT THERE -17 DNI | NSFW CONTENT: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK cw: pure filth, themes of divinity, piv, slight dubcon, corruption kink, loss of virginity (implied), pet names (angel, doll), dacryphilia, slight degradation, orgasm denial bc demon!constantine is a jerk like that, he likes to be called sir and reader gets his god complex acting up at some point
ever since he first laid eyes on you, demon!constantine has wanted nothing more than to ruin you. the way you carry yourself so elegantly, a sweet smile on your face as you grace the world with your mesmerizing beauty drives him wild with want. of course, he’s no stranger to attraction—plenty of seductive demons and pretty angels have caught his eye over the years, but none of that even comes close to how much he desires you now. demon!constantine has made it his goddamn priority to get you right where he wants you, and he won’t stop until he’s finally buried deep inside your pretty pussy, milking every last drop of your angelic innocence out of you.
don’t get him started on your delicate laughter which sounds like the softest bells to his ears—oh he wants to hear that pretty voice of yours choke with tears as he pounds into you, begging him for the kind of mercy god could never grant you. demon!constantine wants to watch as your perfect face is ruined, your soft lips swollen from his mouth. he wants your eyelashes heavy and wet with thick crystalline tears as he robs you of the sweet innocence of your ethereal being. he your gorgeous unmarked skin to be littered with bruises and bites, he wants the realms of heaven hell and earth to know that you belong to him.
and finally, demon!constantine’s desires bear fruit when he easily lures you in with his deadly charms, like a unsuspecting little moth to a blazing inferno. he watches with a sadistic satisfaction as your lips tremble, the realization dawning upon you that you’re trapped in his clutches. the innocent fearful expression on your face goes straight to his cock, and he has to restrain himself from ripping your pretty white dress to shreds and stuffing you full of him on the spot. of course, demon!constantine knows the satin threads decorating your body will be sprawled on the floor by the end of night, but he’s going to take his time with you. he lets his cigarette fall to the floor and blows out a final puff of smoke as he gets closer, trapping you between his strong arms and the stone cold wall behind you.
his lips crash into yours without warning, cupping your face in his hands and sucking on your soft bottom lip. he drinks in the mewls that slip from you like ambrosia falling on his tongue. ‘you taste sweeter than i could have ever fucking imagined’ he whispers, ‘would have been a shame to have wasted these pretty lips on an existence devoid of sin’. your cheeks are ablaze with his words, warmth spreading through your body and pulsing at your core. your pristine wings tremble with every movement, much to demon!constantine’s delight. he runs his hands through the soft feathers of your wings, marveling in the way you shudder at his touch. finally, he pushes you down onto the bed, and his larger frame looms over you. he kisses you again, pinning you down to the mattress, letting his tongue explore your sweet mouth once more. he finally pulls away, marveling at his handiwork. the way your lips are swollen and glistening from his mouth, saliva running down your chin, the way your doe eyes look up at him—oh, he can’t wait to ruin you for good.
now that demon!constantine has you where he wants you, he’s not going to hold back. he easily slips your dress and panties off of you, his dark eyes drinking in every inch of your perfect, unmarked body. here you are—god’s most beautiful creation, the epitome of innocence and purity—looking up at hell’s most ruthless demon with tears and newfound lust brimming in your eyes. ‘god was only able to keep you away from me for so long…my pretty angel’ his voice, dangerously low, reverberates through your very being as he moves his calloused fingers along your thighs, coming to rest at their juncture, feeling the heat rising within you as he gets closer to your sweet spot.
he catches the juices that have begun leaking at your folds and coats his fingers in them, earning a shiver and a sigh from you. ‘just look at you…so fucking wet already,’ demon!constantine’s tone is laced with awe as he drinks up the sight of your glistening pussy. he raises an eyebrow in mock suspicion. ‘maybe i’m wrong about you. maybe you’re not so innocent, after all.’ he runs a finger along your crease, letting your arousal paint his hand, ‘would anyone ever believe a sweet little angel like yourself could drool all over me like this?’ your only response is a whine and a shake of your head. of course, demon!constantine knows just what you are—a soft, naive little thing who’s presented herself to him like a rabbit in a lion’s den. and he’s going to ruin you, claim you, keep you all to himself.
he wastes no time in running his finger deep within your creases, and you squirm, whimpering at the foreign feeling. at your reaction his tone shifts into a sweeter—almost patronizing one. ‘my little angel has never played with her pretty pussy before, has she?’ he looks over to you, and the slight shake of your head is all the answer he needs. ‘of course you haven’t…what would god think if he found his most precious angel touching herself?’ he sneers. it’s not long before the foreign feeling turns to pleasure, and you sigh, biting your lips as he picks up the pace. ‘it’s a shame he can’t see just how much your little cunt enjoys my fingers.’ another finger slips along your folds, finding your most sensitive spot with ease.
nothing can compare to the melodious whimpers that fall from your lips as demon!constantine fucks you with his fingers. his movements are controlled and precise, and he marvels at the tears that slip out of your eyes. you attempt to cover your face with you hands, but demon!constantine guides them away with his free hand. ‘let me see those pretty tears, doll’ he watches as they continue to spill, as each drop runs down your face. he intercepts the drops just as they are about to spill down your chin, his fingers guiding the wetness down your neck and onto the swell of your chest, his large hand cupping your breast.
he moves his mouth towards your chest, his breath hot on your tits. demon!constantine takes the opportunity to connect his mouth fo the sensitive flesh of your breast, sucking a bruise into your skin, eliciting sweet moans from your swollen lips. he continues marking your soft skin with his mouth, all while his fingers are still running through your folds. ‘so fucking divine…god sure took his time making you…’ he whispers, drinking up your ethereal sighs, and he tsks, ‘what a shame—you won’t be able to show him your face again after i’ve ruined you,’ he reaches the hand that was cupping your breast back towards your wings, stroking them as his fingers continue thrusting into you.
and suddenly, you begin to feel a hot pleasure building up in your core, a feeling like no other you’ve ever felt before. your legs shake as the burning coil within you threatens to burst and spill over, and you shut your tear filled eyes in anticipation.
demon!constantine notices how close you are, and suddenly halts his movements inside you. just like that, his fingers are gone, replaced with an aching numbness, the coil building up within you suddenly lost. fresh tears leak from your eyes at the loss of contact, the cold air on your warm folds sending shivers up your spine.
drinking up the sound of your cries, demon!constantine just chuckles. ‘oh angel…you think i’d just let you cum without even having you beg for my cock?’ he flips you over easily onto your back, fingers dancing along your wings once again. he guides your ass up in the air and frees himself from his pants, moving his fingers to collect some of the juices running down your thighs. coating his cock with your sweet sap, he positions himself at your folds, his tip ghosting over your glistening cunt. ‘if my sweet little angel wants to cum, then she’s gonna have to earn it.’ he says, his fingers pushing into the soft skin of your ass, earning a sharp sigh from you.
´is that what you want, doll? you want to cum on sir’s cock?’ he asks, ‘does my perfect little angel want sir to fuck her pretty pussy?’
‘y-yes…’ you sigh.
‘then beg for it doll. tell sir exactly what you want,’
‘please….’ you sigh, ‘p-please…’
‘i cant hear you, angel,’ he mocks, moving himself back just a bit. he grabs one of your wings, in an attempt to coax the words out of you.
‘p-please…sir…i-i want…’ your voice breaks as you feel him tug your wing slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to exploit the sensitivity they cause you.
‘come on, doll. i know you can say it.’
‘s-sir…please g-give me y-your cock…please…’ your beautiful voice wobbles with tears and want, and demon!constantine can’t wait anymore. he drags the tip of his cock along your folds, and finally enters you, gripping your hips firmly. you moan both from the pleasure, and at the realization of the sinful acts you’re engaging in are irreversible. demon!constantine’s voice distracts you from your thoughts, ‘you feel so good, doll…so fucking tight….’ he groans. and just like that, any remnants of your morality dissolve as you let yourself savor the feeling of his lips on your skin and his cock dragging mercilessly through your throbbing folds. you let out a beautiful moan, your pretty voice only encouraging him to go faster, stuff you fuller with his cock with every thrust . ‘that’s it, pretty angel…’ he encourages, ‘let me hear you sing…’
the harmony of skin against skin mixed with your moans and his occasional grunts fills the room, clouding your senses. you feel so full with the way his cock stretches your cunt, so full that it hurts, and you can’t help but grip fistfuls of the bedsheets between your fingers.
‘i think i know why god finally let me have you, doll’ demon!constantine sneers, pushing himself deeper into you and reveling in your whimpers, ‘he realized you were too fucking perfect to be left untainted’ once again his words fill you with hot shame, but the pleasure that clouds your mind easily wins over any other thoughts. ‘after all, an angel so goddamn pure’ he emphasizes each word with a thrust, ‘deserves to have a little sin fucked into her, doesn’t she?’
you can’t help the sigh of ‘oh god...’ that slips past your lips at that, earning another sneer from him ‘oh my pathetic, sweet little angel, don’t you get it? god’s not here to save you anymore…’ demon!constantine’s voice is practically oozing with saccharine as his grip on your ass tightens, nails digging into your sensitive flesh, ‘you belong to me, doll. you’re sir’s little cocksleeve.’
his filthy words threaten to send you over the edge once again, your cunt throbbing with a mixture of pain and pleasure as he continues moving himself through your folds, faster with every thrust. your tear filled moans are music to his ears, and he feels himself getting close just as you do.
‘think you can take my cum, angel?’ demon!constantine’s voice breaks through the haze in your brain, and you nod, feeling the burning coil tightening within you once again, ‘s-sir…g-god...i’m…c-close’ is all you manage to say, and he moves one of his hands back to your wings, tugging on them as you reach the apex of the sinful encounter.
‘there you go, pretty angel. cum for me…cum for your new god…’
and the coil finally bursts, as he allows you to let yourself go on his cock, drenching him in your sweet juices. the feeling is nothing short of euphoric, and demon!constantine groans, gripping your hips firmly as he releases his every drop into your pussy, ‘fuck, doll…’ he curses, ‘you’re so good for sir…such a good little cocksleeve…all mine…’ he savors the feeling of your tight walls milking him of everything he has. demon!constantine waits for a few moments before he pulls out, watching as his cum leaks out of your swollen cunt and along your inner thighs.
demon!constantine marvels at the sight in front of him. your face is a mess of sweat, tears and drool, your previously neat hair now sticking in tendrils to your face. he’s left marks on your neck, your tits, and the swell of your ass. the feathers of your once pristine wings are ruffled and unkempt, still shaking as you come down from your high. as your eyes begin to flutter shut from the exhaustion, demon!constantine revels in the fact that you belong fully to him, no longer the innocent sweet little angel from before. you’ll lose your precious wings to him, he’s sure of it. he can imagine the tears streaming down your face as you’re stripped of your divine status, and the very thought makes him want to stuff you full of his cock once again. but he’s content in watching your supine form covered in his cum and bruises for now.
after all, he’s got all eternity to fuck you as he pleases, now that you won’t be able to fly away….