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heavenlybookseller · 4 years

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Open Starter

It was nearly lunchtime when the stranger walked into Azriphale’s shop. They looked quite out of place, and the angel couldn’t help wondering if they were perhaps in the wrong place. It wasn’t so much that they didn’t look as though they belonged in a bookshop, more just that they didn’t belong in his bookshop. He was, after all, a dealer in antiquities and rarities. Not that many of those ever actually successfully left the shop, but that wasn’t the point.

“May I be of any service?” he asked politely. But not in the polite way that shopkeepers do when what they really want is to prevent you from developing sticky fingers. An actual polite way that said he really did want to be of use, even if he hadn’t the slightest idea what the stranger might be seeking.

#open starter #aziraphale rp #good omens rp #novel rp #angel rp #supernatural rp #lucifer rp #welcome to nightvale rp #shadowhunters rp

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heavenlybookseller · 4 years

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touch-starved starters!!

❝ no one’s ever done that to me before. ❞

❝ could you play with my hair? ❞

❝ i can’t remember the last time i did this with someone. ❞

❝ that feels nice. ❞

❝ i haven’t been hugged in years. ❞

❝ i never want to let go. ❞

❝ let’s just cuddle forever. ❞

❝ you put your arm around me and i literally felt my knees buckle, this is so pathetic. ❞

❝ i just want to be held for a little while. ❞

❝ you’re legally obligated to keep holding me. ❞

❝ i think i forgot what human contact felt like. ❞

❝ i need to remember what hugs feel like. ❞

❝ do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer? ❞

❝ my family was never the touchy-feely type. ❞

❝ i’ve never been in a relationship before, so i don’t really know how to do the whole…kissing thing. ❞

❝ you were my first kiss. ❞

❝ could we cuddle, like, platonically? ❞

❝ i’m in desperate need of a hug. ❞

❝ i didn’t even know i was ticklish there! ❞

#aziraphale rp #good omens rp #book rp #supernatural rp #angel rp #shadowhunters rp

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heavenlybookseller · 4 years

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Hello, all. My sincere apologies for vanishing. I was going through a bit of a rough patch. But I am planning to come back. Starting tonight. I'll try to get some open starters up and contact people I had threads with. Looking forward to being back here!

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heavenlybookseller · 4 years

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//Happy Halloween from your friendly neighborhood gremlin and her human!

#the bookshop is closed || ooc #tiny jaguar || lila cat tag

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heavenlybookseller · 5 years

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Original Work

//As mentioned before, here is a link to my not-quite-drabble. Maybe now these two will be quiet and leave me alone, so I can work on other things.

Perhaps by Divine Intervention by clear_sight

#the bookshop is closed || ooc #who is the author || mun #writing is hard || original work

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heavenlybookseller · 5 years

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//So some of the characters from my original work have been pestering me and basically keeping me from getting anything else done. I’ve got a drabble started, just because I need to re-plan their novel but I also need them to shut up and let me do other things. So my question to you guys is this: Would any of you be interested in reading it, like if I put a link to my AO3? Or rather, to the story itself once it’s up.

#the bookshop is closed || ooc #who is the author || mun #writing is hard || original work #((Since this is where I've been instead of here for the most part.))

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heavenlybookseller · 5 years

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When Lucifer tugged at his feathers, that was it. Aziraphale came hard, back arching and wings fluttering and twitching. He cried out, panting, as Lucifer thrust into him. After a release like that, he felt loose and relaxed and more than a little hazy. He was still deep under. Far enough that he wasn't yet speaking.

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Aziraphale couldn’t have resisted that order if he had wanted to. Not with Lucifer consistently hitting that spot inside that drove him crazy, not with the archangel stroking his wings. He was so close. It was hard to think right now.

Lucifer was evidently enjoying this. Aziraphale did the only thing he really could at the momentt, letting out a high keening noise as he rose to match Lucifer’s thrusts. The fact that Lucifer had complete control made this even better. Aziraphale wasn’t sure he could keep from cumming much longer.

Lucifer smirked at the obedience, sucking and nibbling at the angel’s neck as he rolled his hips into him. He knew that this wouldn’t last much longer, he was overwhelming the hell out of Aziraphale and he had to admit that he, too, was finding it hard to hold back.

“I-It’s alright to let go. Make it count, beautiful. Show me how much you’ve got, hm?” He thrust faster now, building up the tension in his own gut as he reached and tugged at the feathers once more.

#biblicaldaddyissues #v: the rest #cv: devil on the doorstep #storm #why not a lemon tree || nsfw

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heavenlybookseller · 5 years

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//Posting an actual pic of the mun for munday for once. In makeup at work. Which is the whole reason y'all actually get to see my face. (I'm from the "don't trust anyone on the internet" generation.) I look very different - and a lot less dead - out of makeup.

#the bookshop is closed || ooc #who is the author || mun #munday

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heavenlybookseller · 5 years

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Me: "I'm going to go back to posting as usual this week!"

Also me: *has written like 4 replies since Sunday*

#the bookshop is closed || ooc #who is the author || mun

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heavenlybookseller · 5 years

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Aziraphale's eyes fell closed when Lucifer nipped at him. It felt good knowing he could give in to his own urges without fearing that he'd hurt Lucifer in some way. While the archangel insisted upon leaving to chance whether or not he ended up pregnant from what they had already done, Aziraphale felt better knowing there would be no further risk.

"Come here," he ordered gently. Pulling a condom from the bag, he moved up the bed, tugging Lucifer with him. It didn't take him long to undress, all the while pressing little kisses to Lucifer's face and neck.

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Aziraphale set the bag aside and pulled Lucifer close against him. The omega felt hot and it sounded like perhaps he was starting to drift into another spell of lust. This time, Aziraphale had no qualms about helping him through it.

“Do you want to go back to bed?” he asked gently. He had brought condoms that he had also gotten while he was out - and he had not missed the way the technician had looked at his mark - which he had wisely stuck in the bag containing the blue cohash and anise.

Lucifer’s cheeks were red again, his body was buzzing with heat and he sighed heavily. He wasn’t happy with his heat basically giving him no control over how he felt. Well, he knew he’d be wanting Aziraphale either way, but it would be nice not to feel like death warmed over.

“Yeah. I’m having trouble thinking already.” He laughed and threw his head back, groaning. “I’s hot and I’m needy.” He leaned in and bit at Aziraphale’s jaw teasingly, falling slowly into another spell of lust. If angels could purr, he would be.

#biblicaldaddyissues #v: the rest #sv: gamma alpha #cv: gamma & sigma #nest

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heavenlybookseller · 5 years

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Home

//I never thought "I'm glad to be back in Ohio" would be a thought I would have. Maybe it's less that and more just I'm glad the move is effectively over. I may start trying to catch up on replies tomorrow. I don't know how far I'll get. My entire body just feels like one giant cramp from three days of 12+ hours of heavy lifting and/or long-distance driving. My legs, especially my thighs, look like somebody used me as a punching bag. I kind of feel like somebody used me as a punching bag...

I got 3 hours of sleep last night on a pallet made out of all the blankets and towels I could get to (my dad was trying to insist I take the air mattress he had brought, since my mattress was already loaded in the truck, but he was legit sick from the heat so there was like a negative percent chance of that happening) and then drove what ended up being about six and a half hours home. And then immediately going to unload the truck and get things into storage. By which I mean I got the cats out of the car and into my bedroom and was then immediately hustled right back out the door. I think I've reached a point where I'm teetering on the brink of flat out delirium from pain, dehydration (because nowhere in that three days did I take time to make sure I was drinking enough, on top of sweating all day), and sheer exhaustion. Tomorrow has to involve moving all my crap out of my parents' living room and garage, but outside of that it may just be audio dramas, because I'm not sure how well I'll be able to move.

So we shall see how replies go. I'm definitely not responding to any requests from potential new RP partners yet. Just people I had already started threads with before the move. And then we'll go from there as far as whether or not I can physically handle being here on any given day.

#the bookshop is closed || ooc #who is the author || mun #the land of corn and burning rivers || ohio #PSA

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heavenlybookseller · 5 years

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Aziraphale stood awkwardly near the elevator as though unsure of what he should be doing. When the stranger seemed to take note of his interest in the books, the angel commented almost distractedly, "Oh, of course. I, well, it's just that I deal in rare and antique books. And you appear to have quite the interesting collection."

But then the man insisted his name really was Lucifer Morningstar and that he really was the Devil. That couldn't be. And not for any of the usual reasons a human might come up with, but for a number of reasons following more celestial lines of reasoning.

"You can't honestly mean you believe yourself to be the Devil," Aziraphale prodded.

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Aziraphale hesitated at the offer, but there was something familiar about Lucifer’s scent. He smelled vaguely like Crowley. Who was decidedly not an alpha, even if he acted like one. So he nodded and took Lucifer’s arm, letting the man lead him.

He was a bit hesitant to be alone with him. Even if he did hate the crowd and the attention the spotlight garnered. He wasn’t much for being the center of attention.

When they arrived, he stepped out into what had to be one of the most quietly decadent flats he’d ever seen. The books caught his attention immediately, of course.

Looking over at the man - possibly angel - he asked nervously, “What now? And who are you, really?

Lucifer hummed, stepping over to the bar to get the blonde a soda, seeing as that’s what he’d had when they were downstairs. Well, downelevator..? There should be a word for this.

The way that the other looked to his books made him smile, and he pursed his lips, walking over to him and setting the drink down on yet another piano. “You can take a look, if you want. Just be very careful.” He smiled and sat at the piano bench.

“Lucifer Morningstar, of course. I’m sure you’ve heard that I am the devil. I assure you that it’s true.” He gave a warm smile, like it’s no big deal.

#biblicaldaddyissues #v: the rest #sv: gamma alpha #cv: gamma & sigma #den of iniquty

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heavenlybookseller · 5 years

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Moving

//Well guys, today's the day we load the moving truck. Tomorrow's the 7 hour drive with two angry cats. And Sunday is unloading the moving truck. I'll probably lurk in whatever small amount of downtime I have, but I don't expect it to be much, and I don't expect to get many replies done, if any. So if my activity drops to basically zero for the next three days, don't be surprised, although I may still answer IMs from mutuals.

See you all in a few days!

#the bookshop is closed || ooc #who is the author || mun #PSA

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heavenlybookseller · 5 years

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"Right you are," Aziraphale agreed with Hilda's point about making a father. "Crowley and I raised the boy we believed to be the antichrist ourselves. Well, not ourselves. We worked for his parents' household, I as their gardener -"

"You were the worst gardener in all of history," Crowley chimed in. "You'd've been sacked in a week if I didn't keep fixing things. You were supposed to maintain the garden, not let it run wild."

"Yes, well, that's hardly the point," Aziraphale replied. "Though I will say you did an objectively superior job as his nanny, my dear. Poor Warlock, I think we were more parents to him than his parents. Regardless, we took the positions in the hope that our infernal and divine influences would balance each other out and he'd just be... normal. Didn't work quite so well as we'd hoped, but it turned out that after all of that, we were raising the wrong boy. All worked out in the end, though."

Crowley did raise an eyebrow at the glasses, that eyebrow creeping even higher as Ambrose scrambled to take them off and tuck them away. He grinned mischievously and asked, "I've my own one warlock fan club, have I?"

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“Ours told the Devil that he wasn’t his real dad, because dads don’t wait until you’re eleven to turn up,” Aziraphale said with a grin. At Ambrose’s comment about the antichrists not wanting to destroy the world.

He was absolutely delighted with Hilda. She seemed very bubbly and happy. She didn’t seem to like Crowley very much, but the demon wasn’t much for first impressions.

The glasses were a bit of a surprise. Crowley’s eyebrows crept towards his hairline and Aziraphale looked between the two as Ambrose scrambled to take them off.

“Quite right about that,” Aziraphale said, shifting the conversation. “It seems I’m always all too soon saying goodbye to my mortal friends. And Ambrose told me what he endured. The world has changed quite a bit in that time. Though to be honest, I feared he had died.”

“I thought the same,” Crowley interjected. “Difficult to kill a Child of Night, but not impossible.”

“Yes, quite,” Aziraphale frowned. “But then he came in today and it was so lovely to hear his voice again. And to see him looking so young. I was telling him, I’ve some Grimoires that might interest him.

“I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you around the shop, though, my dear, and I’m quite good with faces. Is there any particular type of texts that interest you?”

Hilda grinned just as brightly as Aziraphale, which literally made them look the same. She nodded, “That sounds like quite the smart lad. He’s right, you know? It’s easy to make a child, but making a father? That takes work! Sabrina is sixteen, she’d told Satan off herself as well. Sent him back to hell! With the help of Ambrose, and her friends.”

Her bright bubbly mood faltered slightly at the mention of what Ambrose had gone through lately. She glanced to the warlock, who was cutting the pie to try and kill his embarrassment, and lowered her voice, with a sad smile, “Life hasn’t been quite nice to my poor boy the last few months. And he-.. if it wasn’t for Sabrina, we wouldn’t be having this conversation..” She still had nightmares, trying to deal with Ambrose who was bleeding out allover her, and Sabrina, who’d been shot full of arrows.

“He’s a strong one.” She looked to Crowley and brightened her smile, “I assure you. And I can only be thankful that he has friends, here, in London. He’s been wanting to come back.” She looked to Aziraphale, “Oh! I believe my family had already moved on to America at the time. Which is a shame, I wish I’d met you earlier, dear.” She smiled brightly at Aziraphale and picked up a plate with a slice the pie her nephew had cut. “Here you go! I hope you like it! Ah, Ambrose darling, is this the Crowley you spoke of so much?”

Of course. She had to make this worse. He stuffed the glasses into the pocket on the inside of his jacket and winced slightly before pushing a grin. “Ah, yes. That would be Crowley. Now, how about we speak of more cheerful things, yes? Aziraphale, you may like these. And, I am so very excited to hear of your new findings. You have such an eye for great texts.” He smiled, putting three magic grimoires onto a table. He knew them by heart for the most part and if there was one place they’d be safe, it was this shop.

#loyalwarlock #v: the rest #familiar sights

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"Ours told the Devil that he wasn't his real dad, because dads don't wait until you're eleven to turn up," Aziraphale said with a grin. At Ambrose's comment about the antichrists not wanting to destroy the world.

He was absolutely delighted with Hilda. She seemed very bubbly and happy. She didn't seem to like Crowley very much, but the demon wasn't much for first impressions.

The glasses were a bit of a surprise. Crowley's eyebrows crept towards his hairline and Aziraphale looked between the two as Ambrose scrambled to take them off.

"Quite right about that," Aziraphale said, shifting the conversation. "It seems I'm always all too soon saying goodbye to my mortal friends. And Ambrose told me what he endured. The world has changed quite a bit in that time. Though to be honest, I feared he had died."

"I thought the same," Crowley interjected. "Difficult to kill a Child of Night, but not impossible."

"Yes, quite," Aziraphale frowned. "But then he came in today and it was so lovely to hear his voice again. And to see him looking so young. I was telling him, I've some Grimoires that might interest him.

"I don't believe I've ever seen you around the shop, though, my dear, and I'm quite good with faces. Is there any particular type of texts that interest you?"

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“There is,” Aziraphale replied. “But not to worry. He isn’t a problem either. His name is Adam. Lives in Tadfield. He’s a good child.”

When Ambrose got up, Aziraphale followed. When Ambrose addressed her and she introduced herself, Aziraphale told the demon, “I think it’ll be quite alright to let her in. If she’s a relative of Ambrose’s I’m sure she’s perfectly fine.”

Rolling his eyes and grumbling about how the angel was too trusting, Crowley stepped back and let her into the shop. If she was a Spellman and a relative of Ambrose’s, then she was a Child of Night. Should be safe enough, really, even if for none of the reasons Aziraphale thought.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Hilda. My name is Aziraphale,” the angel offered cheerfully. “Don’t mind Crowley, he’s not the trusting sort. Care for a cup of tea?”

“How do you think I’ve survived this long?” Crowley grumbled at Aziraphale. But he followed anyway. He pulled up a chair for their new guest, intentionally dragging it across the floor from the other side of the shop just to annoy Aziraphale.

The angel, meanwhile, had turned the table into something lower and round and materialized another cup and saucer, as well as plates, forks, and a knife. The teapot seemed to be miraculously still full and warm and the milk still cold.

“You’re Ambrose’s aunt?” Aziraphale clarified. “Ambrose is a dear friend from the old days. It’s lovely to meet his family.”

“Well, maybe not whichever one might restart the apocalypse,” Crowley said darkly, slinking back over and sprawling into his chair.

“That.. is fun to know. At least so far, the antichrists aren’t planning to destroy the earth.” He looked at him, then nodded as they said it should be alright to let Hilda in. Because he knew that she was about as dangerous as a cotton ball, at least when her family wasn’t being threatened.

The second she walked in, she grinned at Aziraphale. “Thank you dear, I would love a cup. You’re so very kind.” She set the pie down, gave the redhead a weird look, then turned to Aziraphale again. “Ah yes, raised the little thing myself, after his father-..” she trailed off, glancing to the dark skinned warlock for a moment, then looked back to the kinder one of the two men. “Well, I am very happy that he has found you again, darling, friends come in short supply.”

At Crowley’s comment, she tensed and shot a look that showed she wasn’t very comfortable with him. “I see you’ve heard about Sabrina. She’s a good girl, a nice wee one.” She then turned to her nephew and smiled, pulling out glasses that looked like Crowley’s, but clear. “Here you go, dear. You forgot these. Such an odd attachment you have to those things.” She chuckled as if it were silly, and put them on Ambrose, who looked mortified. He was already wearing one of those useless scarves around his neck. With the glasses, it looked as though he was trying to resemble the Demon. Which, consciously or not, might be true.

She then handed him a bag, “And some of your grimoires.” He thanked her and put the glasses away hurriedly, swallowing thickly though he did smile. The books? He’d probably let Aziraphale go through.

#loyalwarlock #v: the rest #familiar sights

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Aziraphale set the bag aside and pulled Lucifer close against him. The omega felt hot and it sounded like perhaps he was starting to drift into another spell of lust. This time, Aziraphale had no qualms about helping him through it.

"Do you want to go back to bed?" he asked gently. He had brought condoms that he had also gotten while he was out - and he had not missed the way the technician had looked at his mark - which he had wisely stuck in the bag containing the blue cohash and anise.

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“I’m not upset,” Aziraphale confirmed. “I just wanted us to talk about this and discuss planning. Given we didn’t do that before.”

He paused for a moment, then asked sincerely. “You’re not upset, are you?”

Honestly, Aziraphale hadn’t been entirely comfortable bringing this up at all. It was such a personal decision for an omega. But they were bonded, and so any children that came out of this were his responsible, too. So it did affect him, not just Lucifer.

Lucifer looked over, shaking his head at him. He wasn’t upset at all, he should have thought about this, and taken something. He had nothing to be upset about. “Nope. Not upset, honestly I’m about 99.9% certain that we’re fine. The almighty wouldn’t allow me to procreate. I just don’t want to… take a chance.” He put the roots away.

He leaned in and laid his head on his shoulder. His fever was already building back up, his stomach was buzzing again, and he sighed.

“I have to say, being an omega is the most annoying thing in existence.”

#biblicaldaddyissues #v: the rest #sv: gamma alpha #cv: gamma & sigma #nest #why not a lemon tree || nsfw

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Aziraphale blushed at the praise. He had gotten much, much better about accepting it to be what Lucifer genuinely thought, but it had also developed into something of a kink. Not that he would ever admit that, even if he knew full well that Lucifer was aware of it. There wasn't much about him the archangel didn't know about him by this point.

"I know," he replied in a hushed voice as Lucifer wrapped the scarf over his eyes and the world went dark. He couldn't help a small sound as he was lifted off his feet. He trusted Lucifer. Of course, he understood the repeated assurances, but he really did trust the fallen angel.

Aziraphale was still and pliant as Lucifer bound him to the headboard. This, they had done before. As always, Aziraphale tested the bindings, more out of habit than anything. If he absolutely had to, Aziraphale knew he could break either the bindings or the headboard, whichever gave first, but the chances of needing to do that were slim to none. He was safe here.

For the moment, he kept quiet, waiting. His breathing was deep and even, his heart wasn't racing, despite the very noticeable erection. He seemed completely calm. There was a sense of serenity that came over him when they did this. He was bound, for the purposes of what they were doing he was helpless. Powerless, even though he wasn't in any regard. But because of that, he had no decisions to make, no distractions. He couldn't even see right now. What happened to him from here was entirely up to Lucifer, and there was a sense of peace that came with that.

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Aziraphale let Lucifer take the book from him easily. He looked up at the archangel, watching him, pupils already blown wide as his corporeal form reacted to what he knew was coming. His eyes fluttered shut and he moaned softly as Lucifer kissed his jaw and stroked his cock. Lucifer knew exactly how to rile him up, not that that took much by now.

When the archangel withdrew, Aziraphale got obediently to his feet. This was probably going to happen in the bedroom. There were more means of restraining him there. And honestly, that thought excited him. The fact that he’d be blindfolded as well - unable to touch, unable to see what was coming, and unable to get away - excited him. Just the thought of it had him half hard by the time they reached the bedroom.

There was a time he would have been embarrassed by that. There was also a time the prospect would have scared him. But he trusted Lucifer absolutely. And so he just waited obediently for his lover’s commands.

Lucifer grinned softly once they got there, happy to see that his lover was definitely riled up. He loved to see his cock standing against his stomach, definitely up and ready for what was to come. He was also extremely happy to see him not ashamed of it. It’d taken a whole lot of time and effort to get there.

“You’re beautiful, like this, you know? You’re always beautiful, but like this.. ready for me, happy and riled up, you’re breathtaking.” He kissed him softly, then he picked up a scarf from his dresser and ran the soft fabric along the angel’s side, “You know you can stop me at any time.” He whispered and gently, slowly tying the scarf around his eyes, two wraps so that it would be an effective blindfold.

Then he scooped him up and carried him to the bed, laying him down and tying his wrists to the headboard as he had done before. He had ideas, toys that would make this a whole lot of fun. He had sweets, lotions, tons of fun things that he would love to try with his angel. “I have ideas, but you can stop me at any time.”

#biblicaldaddyissues #v: the rest #cv: devil on the doorstep #melt #why not a lemon tree || nsfw

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