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another-lost-mc · 7 months

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Got any thots/ideas in wing kink for Luci, Simeon, or anyone with wings?

a/n: there's a few different types of wings among the cast, but I think they're all unique and worth talking about!

wing headcanons

featuring: lucifer, mammon, asmodeus, beelzebub, diavolo, simeon, raphael (+ michael and karasu)

0.7k words | nsfw | suggestive

cw: wing kink implied. sexual situations and predator/prey kink mentioned. the predator/prey kink section is after the divider if you prefer not to read that part.

One of the first signs of trust is the casual affection he shows you when his wings are revealed. He might not always reach for your hand in public, especially if he's a bit more reserved by nature. However, what you do feel is the soft sensation of his wing brushing against your side when you walk beside him. He doesn't even mean to do it at first. It's like his wing naturally extends itself to curl around your back or glide against your arm. It's an unconscious gesture motivated by his feelings for you.

He might ask you to help with his wing care next. If he has wings made of feathers, he sits patiently while you preen them. You're especially careful when you straighten the feathers that look stuck out of place. Your hands are coated with a special oil that keeps his wings soft and protected from harsh wind and cool rain. It's a ritual for both of you now, one that often leads to grateful kisses and quickly descends into passionate lovemaking. Preening his wings was something he didn't enjoy doing by himself, or he reluctantly asked others to help him. Now that he has you, he craves the intimacy of it.

Leathery wings don't require the same level of care, but your lover is still grateful when you try to make him feel pampered and cared for. Sometimes stroking the edge of his wings feels ticklish. Sometimes it sends little bolts of desire shooting through his body straight to his cock. You never know whether he's going to laugh and squirm away from your hands, or if he's going to spin around and pin you underneath him.

Beelzebub's wings are thin and extremely sensitive, and he doesn't like it when they're touched. You are a rare exception. He trusts that you won't hurt the delicate wings that sit against his back. It feels nice when you gently run your fingers along the very edges. He rewards your gentleness and understanding with hungry kisses and greedy hands that rid you of all your annoying clothes.

As the crown prince, Diavolo's wings are particularly impressive and adorned with precious gold ornaments. He secretly likes it when you tease him about keeping the gilded gold pieces clean while you polish them to a glimmering shine. For special occasions, he'll even change them to a different metal that suits your preferences better—he wants to look his best for you. Don't be surprised when he offers you gifts of jewelry made with the same precious metals and jewels that match his own. He would love to see you wear them—and only them—the next time he invites you to spend the night.

Most of the time, fucking someone in his true form can be clumsy or awkward. He doesn't just let anyone touch their wings so intimately either. When you're intimate, he might purposefully reveal his wings. His wings wrap around your body and draw you close while he shields you from the world, protecting you when you're naked and vulnerable. (It also hides you from unworthy eyes that don't deserve to see you that way.) Sometimes his wings randomly appear in the height of passion, unfurling at his back when pleasure drives away all thought and reason except the singular desire to touch you. When his mind isn't clouded with lust, he looks a bit bashful that he lost control like that to begin with—it only happens when he's with you.

Another possibility is a little bit of predator/prey roleplay. Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to be hunted? Your winged lover is more than happy to indulge in this kink should you ask. The forests of the Devildom (or the human world) are perfect for this. He leads you there and urges you towards the tree line in front of you. He'll even give you a head start.

(You're going to need it.)

It begins when you finally run into the darkened woods with only glimpses of moonlight to illuminate your path. The smallest sounds are impossibly loud, echoing off the trees around you: a snapping twig, the crunch of fallen leaves under your feet, your own ragged, panted breaths. Sometimes you see movement from the corner of your eye and when you turn around, there's nothing there. What you do notice is the tree branch high above you shaking slightly, as if someone was just there and then launched himself back into the sky.

(He's toying with you.)

Adrenaline gives you one last burst of energy that propels your feet forward, and you keep running despite the burning in your lungs. The blood in your veins is laced with lust and fear in equal measure. It's not long before you finally hear it: the sound of wings slicing through the air and growing louder as he draws near. Do you hear the soft swish of feathers? The taut snap of leathery wings billowing against the wind? Or perhaps it's the bzzzt of wings fluttering rapidly at his back that quickens your pulse? Suddenly, his familiar silhouette looms above you and blocks the moon from view. You're pinned against his chest before you realize what's happening, and his arms (and sometimes wings) curl around your body. Greedy hands start to pull at your clothes as he crushes his lips against yours. The game is over, and you're finally his to claim.

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luxthestrange · 10 months

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Incorrect quotes#846 WOAH-

Mc*Is Playing hide n seek with Luke and the other young angels*1....2....3!!!-

Baby Angels*Squeals as Mc runs to find places to hide*

-Watching their interaction,Michael and Raphael watch over them-

Mich: Do you think they whimper?

Raph*nearly breaks his neck turning to look at him*!?!-

Sim*Coming in with lemonade and cupcakes without even hesitating*They do more than whimper~

Mich & Raph*Both look at him in shock*!?!

Sim*Going to give them their snacks, turns around to smile "innocently" at his brothers*

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itostea · 11 months

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bllk boys with a shy!reader

disclaimers: suggestive in some parts, reader wears a dress in Kaiser’s part (i have no idea if someone did headcanons with a shy reader already but credits to whoever started it)

pt. 2

Shidou:

He’s going to have a field-day with you, good luck…

He was already touchy before you started dating but now it’s twice as much

Always hugging you and biting you to relish in how embarrassed you get

He thinks it’s so cute when you stutter out a protest but end up doing nothing to stop him

Bro is always slapping your ass 💀

He thinks he’s so funny whenever you scream at him all embarrassed to stop because his hits actually sting 😭

You actually learned when he’s about to go for the hit but you can’t even dodge because bros hand swings at the speed of light

DIRTY JOKES

He’s got such a foul mouth and you literally have to hide your face in his shirt whenever he starts opening his mouth

Oh god one time ygs were watching a movie and a R18 scene was playing

He did not shut up.

“Babe doesn’t this remind you of the time we fucked in the–”

Cue to you throwing a pillow at his face and hiding your face in your hands

He’s a demon though so he literally pounced on you and let’s just say ygs did NOT finish the movie 😦

Will fight anyone who gets to see you embarrassed though because that’s reserved only for him teehee

Isagi:

I feel like he’s so understanding about how shy you are that it makes you shyer

Like he’s literally SOOO bf material and he’s so patient with you

Okay but he’s also unaware that he has natural rizz

You’ll be doing your make-up, feeling his eyes on you and when you ask why he’s looking at you like that, he just responds with a “just admiring how pretty you are”

HE’S SO EHFPWEFWE

And he flirts with you subconsciously but he secretly loves it when you get all shy on him

Everytime that happens you just cover your face while he laughs gently, trying to pry your hands away from your face so he can see you

“C’mon look at me”

GAHHHHH I CAN’T

Sae:

He thinks your shyness is actually quite refreshing

It’s not normal for him to see someone so shy when he’s used to trash talk 24/7

Pretends he thinks it’s a hassle but secretly loves it

Goes “really now?” whenever you explode from embarrassment and he feels his lips curl in amusement whenever you stutter out a complaint

Whenever you start rambling because you’re still embarrassed he just places his hand on your head and gives it a smiles that says “yeah I get it now”

He’s so cool it just makes you get even more bashful

Sleepy Sae = touchy Sae

You’re going to be battling demons whenever he starts hugging you closer to him in the morning

Oh god and when his biceps wrap around your waist as he nuzzles his face in your neck

PLEASE JUST ONE CHANCE RAHHHH

Michael:

Like Shidou… he’s gonna love teasing you

His routine is literally wake up, play soccer, flame his teammates, go home, and tease you just because

Like when he’s in the middle of flaming the shit out of his teammates (I’m sorry Ness) he’ll suddenly be hit by a memory of you and then starts smiling to himself

His team thinks he’s bipolar 💀💀

Calls you nicknames like “darling” “sweetheart” or “liebe” so he can get you nervous for him

Has no shame so he literally walks around the house with no shirt on

You’d be running in the opposite direction and you can hear his gremlin laugh from the other side of the house

Jk I think his laugh would be cute 😍

Sometimes ygs will go shopping and he’s in the fitting room waiting for you to show him a dress or two

Bro tells you to twirl and praises you with the most poetic rizz ever

Like you didn’t even think he was capable of doing that but you learned he was.

Just laughs whenever you hide your face with your hands and ushers you to go try on the other dresses

In conclusion he’s a menace around you but trust me he’s only doing it bc he’s in love with you!

#michael kaiser x reader #michael x reader #shidou x reader #shidou ryuusei x reader #bllk x reader #bllk #blue lock x reader #blue lock #isagi x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #sae x reader #itoshi sae x reader #michael kaiser #isagi yoichi #sae itoshi #shidou ryusei

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angelltheninth · 2 months

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Very Bloody Affairs

Pairing: Michael x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, mention of killing, sex while covered in blood, name calling, degradation, rough sex, choking

Word count: 0.8k

A/N: This is very bloody. Like very bloody cause I looked up what he gets off and... I don't have the stomach for that so this is the best I can do with it.

He always came back to your covered in blood. It was never his blood and he never bothered to wash up before kissing and embracing you close. His cock was already tenting in his pants by the time he was fully pressed up against you.

"Why are you always so gross about it?" It being the way he kills people. Always in ways that gets the most blood on him as possible. "And so... ah-!" You sucked in a shaky breath as his cock pushed inside of you in one smooth motion. "Forceful with me every time." Michael paused for a moment, his mismatched eyes staring down at you, "Good god are you needy. I didn't say stop. I asked you to be more considerate in the future. At least wash up."

His eyes rolled in amusement, "Miss out on marking you? Do I seem crazy to you?" The cock inside you stirred when you didn't answer. "Well, I may be crazy but you're the one spreading her legs open for his cock."

You chuckled and combed through his hair, cringing at how bloody your fingers looked after, "I guess I am." He always fucked you differently after a good kill so how could you resist. "What are you waiting for? Move." You tried to press him closer but he wasn't budging, his hands trapping you.

"Beg for it." His face darkened immediately, his soft grin becoming wider, more psychotic by the second. "Beg for me. Beg me to fuck you like those lowlifes begged me not to kill them! Let me hear those screams again! Call my name. Call His name. Let us both hear how much you need this." Michael chuckled as his hand came to wrap around your throat, "I could kill you too you know? Yeah. But your holes are much too entertaining to get rid of. For now. You are only human after all."

"You're fucking crazy." You managed to laugh, voice shaking only a bit before he cut it off by squeezing his hand around your neck.

It was never a secret that he was crazy. But you always seemed to need a reminder of it. Michael was different with you but every now and then his true nature came into the light. Your pussy got drenched every time. You were crazy too.

Michael's smirk turned into a groan when he felt you clenching around his cock. "So you say. But I know you love getting fucked like this, being marked by their blood, being marked by me, inside and out." He drew his hips back and snapped them back against yours, causing your body to jump.

If you were to scratch his back now, to give him injuries of his own, his own blood would be mixed in with that of his enemies. But you wouldn't be able to tell anyway and he wouldn't get the high he normally received. You still chose to do so, your nails digging hard into his pale skin and leaving long marks all the way down to his hips, harder and harder as Michael fucked you faster, rougher, keeping you from speaking a full sentence. His hand squeezed harder, making you gasp his name, winded and eyes tearing up.

"Such pretty noises coming from you." His thumb pressed against the side of your throat, making you choke on his name.

Even when you wanted to talk back you couldn't. Torn between the pleasure his cock was giving you and the constant pressure around your throat, not to mention the smell of blood, you pulled him closer because that was all your body was capable of.

"What a sight. You have no idea how much pleasure it brings me to fuck you right now. I wonder what they would do if they knew? Or if you were the last sight they saw before death. It would be a mercy on my part. Giving them on last glimpse of bliss before I kill them." Michael bend down to lick a path from your neck to your mouth, bringing the blood with him. "Seeing you come from my cock just before their death... you're lucky yours will be much more pleasant."

You held onto him like a lifeline, moaning into his mouth, hissing when he bit down to draw your blood as well, "S-Slow down! Too fast to- fuck, God!"

"Oh I'm sure He would be flattered. However you'll have to be content with my cock." Michael teased as he held you, let your orgasm edge away, his cock still inside you, waiting until you're calm to start again.

"You fucking jerk!" You didn't protest against his thrusts any longer when you felt his cum flooding your insides, but you could do so after, "You... forgot to pull out. Again." Thankfully the Angel couldn't have kids of his own, but the mess was still annoying to deal with. Then again, Michael always enjoyed making a mess.

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sleepycreamcola · 6 months

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I want Micheal Afton but in the most discreet way possible.

I wanna make out with this man on his couch, and end the night humpping his thigh. I wanna ride him in the back seat of his car in the woods on a cold night. I want him to bend me over the hood of his car, I don’t want us to make it home. We spend the night on the side of the road. Wanna suck this man’s soul out in the bathroom. I want and will fuck him anywhere except for his bed.

The bed is to simple, it’s to stable, easy even. He’s sleep deprived, I’m chaotic manic. I need it to feel like a implosive decision, it can’t be planned.

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gilverrwrites · 3 months

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Their Perfect Date HCs [Angel edition]

Rating: General

Human Edition | Monster Edition

Please remember: There is strength in softness.

Cas

Absolutely brings you flowers.

Hear me out: fruit picking!

Something like strawberries

Spend the day outdoors in the sunny weather, chatting, walking, picking and comparing fruits.

Maybe a picnic at the end where you can refuel, and Cas can bask in the sun. Enjoy people/nature watching together.

Then you take him home and make your harvest into something; a pie, wine, jelly/jam.

Put him in a frilly apron and boop flour on his nose, he’s in love.

Cas won’t partake in the consumption, but he’ll enjoy watching you, and earnestly listen to your review.

Gabriel

Brings you chocolates/candy.

(Obviously, he has ideas, plans, and wants of his own, to a dangerous extent but) Gabe at his core just wants to impress you, don’t give him choices because he’s very much a ‘whatever you want’ kinda guy in those scenarios. His ideal date is whatever your ideal date is.

What do you want for dinner? ‘Whatever you fancy sugar’, your wish: my command.’ Do you prefer the red outfit, or the black? ‘I think you look smokin’ in both, pick whatever you feel good in.’ Do you want pasta or pizza? ‘I want a pizza you. Do you want pasta or pizza?’

Plus, he loves simultaneously using indecisiveness to wind you up and to force you to make decisions for yourself, to voice your own wants and needs.

Ultimately though, I think his ideal date would be something surprisingly simple.

Like a coffee date.

Or hot/boozy hot/chocolates and pancakes at a dessert restaurant.

Tell him about your proudest moments, your favourite everything, your biggest adventures, your fondest dreams, so he can soak you in.

He’ll tell you about his own escapades, drops some big names, about his early days on earth, and so on.

Somewhere you can spend hours chitchatting, sharing stories, and getting to know each other, while getting high on sugar and playing footsie under the table.

Jack

Isn’t sure which is most appropriate or which you would like most, so he brings you all the gifts! Chocolate, flowers, soft toys, you name it!

But then he gets nervous and thinks it’s too much, so he only gives you the flowers.

Until you’re halfway through your date, when things are just easy and relaxed. He confesses and gives you the other stuff at the end of your date.

As for the date itself it would be something classic but fun; bowling, mini golf, roller skating.

If it’s score-based, he won’t be competitive, but also will not let you win.

If the venue does food, and you’re struggling to pick he’ll order your second choice so the two of you can split and share.

Will find any excuse to try and hold your hand throughout.

Lucifer

Does not bring a gift. Come on, he’s all the gift you need.

Lucifer is not easy to take on a date. (He’s not easy in any regard really.) Especially when you take into account his distaste for all things human.

If he’s earnestly asked you on a date/agreed to a date, then the only salvageable factor is you. No pressure.

And it's not like he can just fly you away to another galaxy or something, cause you know, human bodies don’t tend to do well in the vacuum of space.

Plus, he’s so contraire you could spend hours listing ideas and he would bat down every single one. (Secretly loving every moment because he gets to spend time with you, making you laugh as he comes up with more and more ridiculous reasons to reject your ideas).

Really though, just take him with you on your daily routine, or even like, your ideal day. Let him bitch about all the humans in the grocery store, let him try your favourite foods, him laugh at the kid who dropped their ice cream, and let him watch you geek out at the book/video/hobby store without embarrassment. Just let him experience your true self, while letting him be his true self.

No policing him, just pure unadulterated freedom with the person he loves.

Michael

Brings you chocolates, but not like fancy ones. Adam advised that gifts were customary in human dating culture, but didn’t specify which kind, so he got you a selection of candy bars, the same kind that Adam seems to enjoy.

Something outdoorsy and active but with a view; Hiking, rock climbing, or even just a long walk on the beach.

Something where you can find a nice place to settle and watch the clouds and/or stars together.

If stargazing, he will teach you about the different constellations, their creation, and their stories.

Will be absolutely enamoured if you already know some of it and are able to have a back-and-forth conversation.

Adam also tried to teach him some other dating tricks, like fake stretching to put his arm around you, but that seems redundant. If he wants to put his arm around you, he will simply do so.

Short circuits a little when you lean in closer and rest your head on his chest/shoulder.

#supernatural angels #supernatural #supernatural lucifer #castiel #jack kline #supernatural gabriel #supernatural michael #spn #spn headcanon #castiel x reader #jack kline x reader #gabriel x reader #michael x reader #lucifer x reader #gilverrwrites

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domreader-headcannon-scenarios · 5 months

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Hello! I really love your works sm, can i request a sfw or nsfw head cannons of the angels from WHB? Thank you!!

I’m so glad you liked them!! So I’m tryna write the angels as best I can Gabriel is the only one I’ve met outside of a event, I’ve seen the other two in the Halloween event! I like em but ngl they have…unique kinks I needed to google hifth

I hope you enjoy!!

Over all cw: blaspheme (I think?? ((Angels worshiping you)), death (not main characters), abuse of power

Sfw/nsft hcs on Angels!

Gabriel

Cw: inappropriate boners,

He basically a guard dog standing over your shoulder 24/7 to keep you safe, he calls you his ‘Lord/Lady/Highness’ and has an army of angels who think the same of you

He’s not very affectionate but if you just say ‘hold me/my hand’ or ‘kiss me’ he’d do it in a heart beat. As his God he only wants you pleased

He’s a terrible cook and somehow steals food and is terrifying good at getting away with it (it must be an angel thing??) he dosent even lie saying he made it, he’s just vague where it came from (only once have you caught him in the act and you made him apologize, but the person gave him the food regardless)

He dust a lot in your home and you cant help but notice the ‘home made’ duster he ‘found’ has feathers matching his wings…

Nsft

Canon Kink: Hierophilia; deriving sexual pleasure from religion, religious places and objects as well as find the act itself religious

He enjoys watching you participate in religious activities…maybe too much. He also finds pleasure in treating you as his god.

You jokingly thought of making him go to church, only for him to jump at the chance. He lowkey regretted it when you didn’t touch him, and made him stay squirming in his seat instead of helping him get off. He for whatever reason thought you’d let him jerk off or would touch him yourself as you were holy, nothing you did was wrong but…touching himself in this place is

You’ve actually caught him touching himself to you praying before, he got bashful upon getting caught but you swear you’ve heard him doing it after that, you just don’t catch him in the act (though you’ve caught him awkwardly standing by and adjusting himself)

He’s got a adorablely small and sensitive cock and he genuinely doesn’t need it touched to cum, roll it between your fingers for a few minutes and he’s trembling as he spills out all his cum

Michael

Cw: murder, inappropriate boners

He’s strict with everyone around you, but not you, in his eyes you are the law since he serves only you, you cant do wrong

He’s terrible if you have guest, he demands they now to you and though he’ll settle if you tell him to, he watches them like a hawk and makes sure nothing gets out of hand

You see that leash? If you get mad and pull on it, he will calm down and you have his full attention, give it another tug downwards, and he’ll drop to his knees in front of you, and anyone else in the room

He likes brushing and styling your hair, he’ll try to help you bathe, insisting you don’t need to lift a finger, he will take care of everything, just relax

Nsft

Canon Kink: Erotophonophilia; ‘Muder kink’, deriving sexual gratification from killing or watching someone get killed (BOY IS THIS A HARD KINK TO CASUALLY WORK WOTH)

If push comes to shove he has a habit of killing people who harass you too much/threaten you, but he gets…really excited afterwards and is pressing his thighs together to hide his erection, especially if you’re clearly not in the mood

You’ve seen him get in fights while still aroused from the last kill an honestly, when in public you sometimes just force a chastity cage on him to discourage him acting out

Though he believes self pleasure, or just the act in general is…sinful, he will do anything for you with no qualms, he only feels good when you touch him anyway

He suffered from wet dreams whenever you’re around him or he has objects with your scent

When he want to fool around desperately he will walk right up to you, kneel and beg you to touch his neither regions, stroking, slapping, pinching, doesn’t matter as long as you touch him

Raphael

Cw: messy kitchens, messy person, furniture abuse,

He’s messy and kinda gets annoying at times since he discovered how much fun it is to smash condiment packages

He’s good about cleaning, and he even cooks to make up for the mess…but he’s a sloppy cook too but at least it’s not intentional this time

He doesn’t understand that the furniture isn’t trying to hurt you and doesn’t need to be punished. He’s broken threee tables, one bed post and five chairs since he’s moved to being your ‘Guardian Angel’, all for tripping you or you stubbed your toe on them

He’s not affectionate but he’s not distant, he just follows your lead, he stands close by and if you ask him to come over he flops in your lap and looks up at you like a puppy. He likes when you watch tv and let him lay across your lap, he falls asleep easily that way

Nsft

Canon Kink: Automysophilia; getting sexual gratification from defiling oneself, being dirty or defiled

He enjoys getting messy with cum, blood, dirt, just about anything. He will be blissed if you strip him and cover him in…well it’s up to you ;)

He has no qualms with jerking off in front of you if you don’t want to touch him while he’s too messy, but he wants you to be fully clothed while he’s sprawled out naked in front of you

He’s fucked slime before since it feels…weirdly good around his shaft, to the point he gets excited when he sees it around the house. You had to punish him for thinking he could ‘fool around’ with it then hide it away again

He’s got a very sensitive halo, while other angels get off to them being touched like a devils horns, he avoids it since it brings him to his knees in seconds

#what in hell is bad #whb #Gabriel #Raphael #sub Gabriel #Michael #sub michael #sub raphael #dom reader #Gabriel x reader #raphael x reader #michael x reader #headcannons #nsft #sub whb Gabriel #sub whb Michael #sub whb Raphael

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sleepingpillscosmos · 9 months

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Congrats on 300!!! You deserve it! I love the event idea, so can I request the prompt “"my sides hurt" cue the other character getting a pillow thrown at their head when they start smirking "I DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING"” with Michael Kaiser? (I hope I don’t come off as rude or anything, I’m just really awkward over text)

SMUG — michael kaiser

pairing: michael kaiser x fem!reader.

warnings/content: mention of sexual activity. reader is not really an early bird.

wc: 1k.

requested: yes, by anon.

a/n: well guys.. remember when yesterday I said that would have posted another request? well.. I totally forgot to post this, I even forgot to let someone beta read it. so sorry guys.

anyway thank you for the congratulations! I'm convinced this prompt was made for him. and you didn't absolutely come off as rude or anything!

prompt: "my sides hurt" cue the other character getting a pillow thrown at their head when they start smirking "I DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING".

You turned in your bed as you slowly woke up, the sheets sliding against your naked skin and the morning sun making it glow under the light of its rays.

You sat up on the bed, keeping the sheets close to your body. You blinked a few times, adjusting to the light of the room.

Michael wasn't in bed with you, but you already knew that, even before waking up. You were used to it. He always woke up pretty early to stretch and go for a morning run, then he ate a quick breakfast before leaving your shared apartment to go to the morning training and come back around 10 am, when you usually got up.

You tried to wake up and start your day with him multiple times over the three years you lived together, but you've never been much of an early bird, so it never worked. You always ended up knocked out on the couch by the time Kaiser came back from his run, and he ended up having to take you back to your bedroom every time.

After a good five minutes where you stayed sat on the bed looking in front of you, you finally decided to get up and start your day.

Once you took your first step, you immediately stopped, hissing, taking your hands to both your sides. Fucking Michael.

You recollected yourself, taking your panties and an old t-shirt of Michael's to cover your still naked body. You gave the clock a quick glance and read 10:37 am. Micheal should already be at home, and the noises coming from your living room confirmed it.

You went to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth. When you were done you went to the kitchen to eat breakfast, making a quick stop in the living to say good morning and give a quick kiss to Kaiser. As usual he sat at the table with his glasses on and his laptop in front of him, checking the videos from the last match he played.

You approached him and hugged him from behind, and as soon as you did it you could see the little smile on his face on the reflection of the screen in front of him. He turned his head a little, so that he could give you a peck on the lips.

"Good morning." You said to him smiling, resting your chin on his shoulder. "Good morning." He answered back, pausing the video that was currently playing on his laptop.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked turning his body, so that you could slot between his legs and he could hug your body with both his arms.

You nodded, still smiling at him, "Yeah, I was really tired."

"I could tell." You looked at him confused, raising one eyebrow.

"You were snoring really loudly." He said, trying not to burst out laughing. You scoffed, looking at him annoyed, then you flicked his forehead before going to the kitchen to finally have breakfast. He shook his head laughing, then he turned his body back to the laptop to resume his work.

You prepared your breakfast, then you sat on the counter while eating it and drinking a glass of orange juice. Once you were done you looked around the kitchen, which was a bit of a mess, so you decided to tidy it up.

You quickly wiped the counter and the stove, then you started to wash the dirty dishes, which was the longest part. They accumulated in the sink since yesterday morning. Nobody wanted to clean them, so they just piled up, filling the sink to the top. Usually you both would have just put them in the dishwasher, but unfortunately it broke a few days ago.

When you were finally finished, and your fingers looked like the ones of a 90 years old lady, you grabbed your phone and went to the living room to relax a bit on the couch.

You sat down, ready to watch some stupid stuff on your phone and laugh at them like a psychopath, but the constant pain in your sides prevented it. You shuffled on the couch trying to find a comfortable position, but every move seemed to make the pain worse, making you hiss over and over.

Micheal looked at you from his seat, knitting his eyebrows in confusion, "..are you alright?".

You stopped moving and took a deep breath. You already knew that if he knew the reason of your discomfort he would be smug for the rest of the day or even more. But on the other hand if you said that you were alright, which you obviously weren't, he would annoy you until you confessed the truth. After considering the two options, you decided to just get it over with.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, closing your eyes, "..my sides hurt..".

You opened your eyes and looked at him, seeing that he turned his gaze back to the video, with a smirk slowly growing on his face. You scoffed, then you grabbed the first thing beside you, which was one of the pillows of the couch, and threw it at him, hitting his face.

"I didn't even say anything!" He loudly said, throwing the pillow back at you, but missing you completely.

"I know what you were thinking!" You retorted, then finally you found a comfortable position on the couch. The smirk on Michael's face didn't go away, but you weren't surprised of that, so you unlocked your phone to busy yourself with something.

"Want me to help with that?" He grinned, his gaze still on the computer. "You've already done enough."

After a small pause, he found the perfect come back. His smirk grew larger, "Well, that's not what you said last night."

He had to thank the universe that you didn't have rocks beside you.

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pineappleciders · 1 year

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helloooo!! was wondering if you could do headcanons on what it would be like to be friends with the goths from south park. :) if you could that would be awesome thanksss! 💗☺️

BEING IN THEIR FRIEND GROUP; THE GOTH KIDS

INCLUDES: pete thelman, michael, henrietta biggle, and firkle smith

they probably just saw you as another asshole conformist at first and just ignored you

as you start to get closer and bond with all of them more it's a bit confusing,,, you dress like a normie and look like one so why are you hanging out with them???

henrietta tells you that you have to dress goth if you wanna hang around them. she doesn't want to be seen with a conformist 🙄🙄

you hang out at henrietta's and she gives u a goth makeover while listening to goth music. she's converting you

when you show up at the bus stop the next day looking like edgar allen poe they just kinda check u out for a moment before giving an approving nod

despite your makeover, you still haven't really gotten into the whole death & despair thing and pete reminds u all the time to stop being such a 'goody-two-shoes', as he calls it.

"can i get an orange juice?"

"no, asshole, you have to get black coffee! god, do you know anything about goth culture??"

i can see u being firkle's babysitter and he like. threatens you to not tell ANY of the goth kids about it unless u want to die. ez blackmail

lots of nights where u all just sit on a hill and look out over stark's pond and smoke... if u won't smoke firkle and pete call you a pussy

when you hang out with any of the popular kids they get like. borderline upset and sigh and flip their hair and shit

"ugh, you're still hanging out with those guys? y'know, goths don't hang around popular greasy jocks. goths stick to their own. you wouldn't know."

they r jealous u have other friends but they're taking that to the grave

always dragging you into shit, especially if you're preppy or a straight-A student.

"i can't skip class! i have no absences, i can't stop now!"

"jesus fucking christ.."

they r kinda mean sometimes but it's tough love!!! the only one i could see really admitting he cares for u as a friend is pete, and that would be when you two are alone. if you told anyone he'd never talk to u again

u like to annoy michael as he's walking around or to class. like just follow him chatting about literally anything or poke him and watch him over his shoulder and he's going NUTS. it's so fun though

you, henrietta, and firkle dye your hair together in your teen years, like your favorite colors . michael thinks it's stupid and pete calls it gay (but secretly wants to too)

they'll never say it but it honestly makes them all really happy if they turn on gothic music and you start bobbing your head or say you like it. you might catch one of them smiling at you while you rock out but it quickly disappears

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skinnywalker · 1 year

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Adolescent attachment (kid RZ Michael Myers x kid male reader) Part 1

TW: homophobic slurs from Mikey's dad, violence, blood, mistreated baby Michael 😔

There is one good thing in this world. Only one reason why Michael got up in the morning. One reason why he put up with this hellish family. One reason why he went to school.

Him.

Micheal's only friend.

He was taller than Michael, meaner and basically his personal guard dog.

"Where'd you get that ugly shit anyway?"

His dad starred at the large new sweater Michael had dawned.

He didn't respond earning a muttered "queer bastard." From his father.

It doesn't matter though. Micheal has tuned out every voice of the people around him. Every voice expect-

"Mikey!"

He turns on the edge of the sidewalk to meet the pair of echoing steps coming towards him.

There he is.

"You walk so damn fast man!"

He looks so pretty when he is flustered for running.

"You like the sweater I made you?"

"Yeah I do. it's really soft."

He smiles.

His smiles always bring a smile to Michael.

The day goes slowly even with it being a Wednesday. Micheal can barely focus on anything else other than the sweater he has been wearing all day.

It's the first birthday gift he got from anyone other than his mom.

The first gift he ever got from a friend.

"Awww what's wrong shitface? You don't like soap?"

Two boys threw soap bottles and their contents at Micheal screaming and laughing. He spit and gaso trying to get the sting mess from his eyes and hair.

He'll show them.

"Micheal needs a strong hand to help him through his urges. He can't keep taking it out on animals. Ms. Myers it's very unsafe."

Micheal could only barely hear them anymore. He knew exactly what he was going to do.

He stood there above the bloody corpse of his former bully.

"Mikey? What are you doing over there?"

Silence.

"Mikey! What's going on-"

He froze starring.

Micheal watches his face carefully for any sign of fear, angry, unhappiness, anything.

"Good riddance."

He takes Micheal's hand and pulls him from the scene towards their sidewalk.

Michael knew he could trust him.

He was Michael's favorite person.

"You sure you can't go trick or treating with me?"

"I don't want to go either but my parents are insisting."

He sighs hugging Micheal tightly

"I'm really sorry mikey."

The walls of the hospital echo with screaming.

"NO! I WANNA SEE HIM! LET ME SEE HIM!"

"Micheal you can never see him again ok! You are dangerous!"

Dr. Loomis held him scratching and biting deep into his arms.

No.

It's not fair.

"You can't see him Micheal."

He doesn't listen.

Micheal will see him again.

Even if it kills the whole damn town.

#rz michael myers x reader #slasher x male reader #slasher x reader #rz michael myers #michael x male reader #rz michael myers x male reader #michael x reader #michael myers x male reader #michael my beloved #michael myers x reader

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slasherwife · 1 year

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Michael with an s/o who never smiles/laughs and his reaction to seeing/hearing her smile/laugh for the first time? Sorry for any writing mistakes, english isn't my first language.

awh don’t worry bae i gotchu 🥹💝this is so much longer than i thought it would be LMFAO

Michael seeing his stoic partner smile for the first time

summary you are michael’s myers partner, mannerisms of stoicness so similar to his own—living in an abandoned shack off an abandoned road💕 he finally let you get a tv and something on your baking show makes you laugh and michael witnesses the event unfold 😍💕

warnings mentions of sex w michael 💞

you fit him like a glove. stoic man loves his stoic partner🥰 in a way that ties him so close to you, is that you two are so similar. you guys aren’t exactly alike in every way of course, in that case you two would be more different then alike. It’s your mannerisms that are identical.

it was late one night, when everything is quiet and you both are minding your own business in the shared small home off an abandoned road. the cicadas and crickets are singing outside, and michael is in the kitchen cleaning off his clothes in the sink since there’s no washing machine. his stiff, pencil straight back was facing you.

it was one of the first few nights that you had bought a tv. for the first year of living with michael, you had no electricity. only lanterns during the night due to the cost of getting the abandoned shack up and running again. you worked a 9-5, 5 days a week at the local mart, and scrounged up enough money to buy some generators and a tv.

michael didn’t want a tv, and it took a while to convince him. it wasn’t clear to you why he didn’t want one, but you could make out a little from his broken sign language (that you made him learn LMFAO), that it made too much noise. he didn’t like it. however you pleaded and persuaded him into letting you buy one, and he caved in. he didn’t like arguing with you.

there weren’t a lot of channels at all, but this one particular junior baking show you thoroughly enjoyed. you liked keeping up with it every night. when you came home from work, you entered the door to michael waiting for you, and embracing him tightly, breathing in your scent heavily, face in your neck as he pulled you gently to the bedroom for some long awaited cuddles. (and doesn’t mind indulging you in some hot fucking after work either)👏💞

then you’d retire to the couch in the main living and turn on your baking show😊. this episode was particularly endearing, though your facial muscles didn’t so much as twitch at the emotional loss of two more members, as they were about to be eliminated from the baking challenge. michael was in the kitchen, when he turned to face you and walk towards you.

michael doesn’t know what caused your facial muscles to pull up into a bright and soulful smile, but he would like to personally meet them and thank them in his own way, for giving him such a wonderful sight. he didn’t know such views could make him want to fall to his knees🥹💕it was just so shocking.

for all he knew, your face could have been tied with thread back to prevent any emotion being seen. it was a wave of pure satisfaction that washed over him, seeing something come out from your soul that showed of emotion. in a way, the stoic manners you had frustrated him in a delicious way. why didn’t you ever give anything?

but now you did, you gave him something. and he wants to see it every day now almost. he likes it when you show what your feeling, but he loves you for the stoic beauty that he fell in love with😭💕.

you look over at him, the ghost of a smile still on your face. his eyes glassed over with something you’ve never seen before. and he just stares at you. his staring doesn’t faze you at all anymore, he stares at you all the time when you sleep so this is pretty much nothing 😂💗 but his gaze was so soft. you blushed, knowing that you had smiled in front of him.

michael is so glad he let you get this tv💕💕

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another-lost-mc · 10 months

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More than temptation awaits you at Purgatory Hall.

MICHAEL x SIMEON x RAPHAEL x gn!Reader, 2.4k words, NSFW.

Content warnings: Canon-typical vampire behaviour (biting/blood drinking). Dub-con and dark themes including manipulative behaviour, power imbalance, mind-altering magic. Dom/sub dynamics, teasing, masturbation, oral sex, overstimulation, praise kink, corruption kink, pet name used for Reader (little lamb). gn!Reader (they/them pronouns).

more from the vampire!au

You stare at the ceiling of Simeon’s bedroom. Moonlight peeks through the curtains on the far wall; it’s the only light to chase away the evening’s shadows. When you turn your head anxiously to look at the angels surrounding you, all you can see is the unnaturally bright glow of their irises, tinged red with bloodlust. Michael’s eyes are the clearest of the three, and he sounds calm but authoritative. Trustworthy. Simeon and Raphael don’t speak much but when they do, they sound raspy as if they’re parched and dying of thirst.

They are thirsty, aren’t they?

Simeon called you earlier and you were startled by how rough his voice sounded, the faint tremor that distorted his voice as he spoke. He begged for you to come between groans of pain, and you rushed to Purgatory Hall as quickly as you could. Neither of you realized Raphael was suffering in his own room and had already called the Archangel to inform him of what was happening. By the time you arrived, all three angels were present and were exposed to the mysterious infection.

“We need to quell their bloodlust before it’s too late and they lose complete control of their senses,” Michael warned you when you arrived. You could see for yourself that Simeon and Raphael’s conditions were deteriorating rapidly, their brows furrowed and glistening with a sheen of sweat. “I am only here to help them, the same as you. Please help us.”

Of course you wanted to help—that’s why you agreed to give them what they needed, if it would spare them pain and suffering. That’s why they led you to Simeon’s room and laid you on his bed, and why they started peeling away your clothes for better access to the blood in your veins.

“You’re so brave, little lamb.”

Michael’s voice carries to you from somewhere near the foot of the bed. Simeon and Raphael work silently on either side of you. Raphael unbuttons your shirt so the collar is loose around your neck, and he rolls up your sleeves. Simeon unbuttons your jeans and taps your hip gently; you raise yourself off the bed so he can tug them off, and he lets them fall carelessly to the floor.

It would be a shame to ruin your nice clothes.

We want you to be comfortable.

The cool air on your bare skin makes you shiver. “You won’t be cold for much longer,” the Archangel promises.

In your secret, most depraved fantasies, you wondered what it might be like to have Simeon take you to his bed. You imagined it all sorts of ways: sweet, innocent fumblings as you giggle against each other’s mouths while he tries to peel away your clothes, or the harsh, panting breaths against your neck as he grasps the back of your shirt and tears it down the middle in his haste to find bare skin.

You knew Simeon looked at you a certain way when he didn’t think you were watching. He was generous with his touches, intimate touches he thought he could get away with in public and shrug off as platonic. He brushed his hand against yours when you walked, as if tempted to lace them together but not having the nerve to. He moved his chair closer to yours at lunch so that your thighs pressed together under the table. When he leaned over to speak to you, his lips nearly brushed your ear and his warm breath tickled your skin. You stared at his eyes when he pulled away, dark and wanting while he licked his lips and smirked.

You didn’t realize until now that Raphael acted differently around you too. He lacked Simeon’s recklessness, but he was no less intense. He didn’t linger close to you like Simeon did, but his gaze was hot and heavy and no less attentive as he watched you quietly from a distance. Sometimes he did shock you with flirting, his bold declarations tempered by his dulcet voice and even softer smile. He left you stunned and stuttering a response, only to turn away and remind you he wasn’t serious or he was only teasing you.

You’ve underestimated the angels, you think as Michael rubs a warm hand up and down your bare shin soothingly. “Relax,” he coos softly as if he can sense your anxiety. “You’re giving them what they need. They’re so lucky to have a friend like you.”

Simeon and Raphael each take a seat on the edge of the bed. They lift one of your hands in theirs and run their noses along the delicate skin of your wrist. Their eyes smolder like ruby pools in the dark room when they stare down at you, filled with unrepentant longing and hunger.

They move in sync, both striking fast as snakes as they bare their gleaming fangs and bite into your skin. Your body jolts in surprise from the searing pain, but your gasp of shock and discomfort trails off as your veins are set ablaze by something else. You moan before you can stop yourself, and your face heats up in mortification when Michael chuckles nearby.

“Don’t be shy.” The mattress dips by your feet when he kneels on the bed; he nudges your legs apart so he can settle comfortably between them. He rests his hands on your knees. “We want you to feel good, little lamb. This is your reward for being so generous.”

Michael watches you squirm on the bedcovers as pleasure seeps into your body from the fangs latched onto each of your wrists. The gluttonous sounds of Simeon and Raphael sucking and slurping and licking at your skin is punctuated by your increasingly loud, breathy moans and whimpers.

The Archangel huffs with amusement when your thighs press against him in an effort to rub them together for some sort of friction. He tilts his head in consideration and moves his hands to your bare thighs, pressing them down against the bed to hold you down. “What’s wrong, little lamb? You seem restless.” You don’t respond, but he doesn’t expect you to either—he can feel your body trembling with something other than fear.

Simeon and Raphael have been watching you with greedy eyes while they feed. Michael nods to them and after his silent instruction, they place their hands on your chest. They slide their hands underneath the flimsy material of your shirt and rub your skin with slow, soothing motions. Raphael scratches his nails lightly in your skin, leaving little pink indentations where he’s marked you. Simeon trails his hand up over your nipple and pinches it lightly between his fingers; he smiles against your wrist, bloody and satisfied, when it drags another moan from you.

“Does it feel good when they touch you?” Michael asks, sliding his hands slowly up your thighs. His thumbs drag up the inside of your legs.

You tilt your head back and nod clumsily against the pillow. “Y-yeah,” you whimper, arching your back against the mattress. Raphael and Simeon continue fondling your chest as they feed. “It feels so good.”

Michael hums thoughtfully as he slides one of his hands up the inside of your thigh. His fingers brush against your arousal, hot and needy beneath your underwear. Your thighs tremble delightfully when he strokes against the damp spot you’ve made with the tiniest amount of pressure, and you buck against him in a silent plea for more. Your own voice is hoarse from the mantra of sounds falling endlessly from your lips; the venom in your veins poisons your body with overwhelming pleasure.

Michael pulls his hand away and smirks against his sticky fingers as you cry out, pained by the loss of his touch. “Tell me what you want.” The command in his voice is unmistakable, even as he licks your musky taste from his fingers.

“I don’t—” you trail off between panting breaths, “I don’t know, please—”

Michael catches Simeon’s heated gaze, and he smirks before looking down at your sweaty, flushed face. Your eyes are glossy and blown-black with lust, and unshed tears cling to your lashes. “Tell me what you fantasize about when you think of Simeon,” he suggests innocently, eyes watching with fascination as you both react simultaneously to his words: Simeon growls against your wrist, and your eyes clench shut—from pleasure or embarrassment or both, Michael’s not sure.

“His mouth,” you admit in a shaky whisper, whimpering in shame as you turn your head to face away from Simeon.

Michael slides away from you and off the mattress, walking around the bed to Simeon’s side and nudging him to trade places. Simeon wipes at his bloody mouth, but all it does is smear your blood over his chin and hand. He nearly stumbles to the foot of the bed, blood-drunk and delirious with lust, before taking Michael’s place between your legs.

Michael kneels beside you on the mattress and tilts your head back towards him; he smiles when you finally open your eyes. “What a sweet, honest creature you are,” he murmurs, thumb rubbing along your bottom lip.

While you’re distracted by Michael, Simeon tugs your slick underwear out of the way and buries his face against you, licking at sucking at your arousal. You nearly scream at the sudden sensation of his hot mouth and tongue, wet and sticky from your blood. Simeon groans loudly against you as you slide your free hand into his hair.

It’s delightfully sinful, the chorus of sounds filling the dark room, humid with the heat of their bodies and thick with the scent of copper and musk. Raphael stops feeding and squeezes himself through his pants, eyes dark with glittering arousal as he watches Simeon’s mouth work greedily between your thighs. Curses and groans fall endlessly from your lips, and you writhe against the mattress and arch your back as Simeon’s skillful tongue pushes you towards release.

Michael reaches down and covers your hand that’s tangled in Simeon’s hair with his own. He laces your fingers together and helps you guide Simeon’s movements. “Do you want to come?”

You’re too caught up in the ecstasy of Simeon’s mouth to realize Michael asked you a question. He squeezes your hand beneath his and grips Simeon’s hair, tugging harshly at his scalp and pulling him up from between your legs. Simeon hisses from the pain and snarls at Michael who raises an eyebrow at him before glancing back down at your face.

“Do you want to come?” Michael asks again, but his tone is sharper now, and it startles you into focus.

You whine incoherently, struggling to speak as the inferno building inside you leaves you nearly speechless. You roll your hips desperately in search of delicious friction and Michael tsks quietly.

“You can do better than that,” Michael murmurs. “Use your words, little lamb.”

You nod your head against the pillow, subconsciously baring your throat to him that makes you look so submissive. “Please, Michael, I want him—”

Michael’s eyes flick up to Simeon’s frustrated gaze and he smirks. “Never say that the Archangel doesn’t reward obedience.” He stares pointedly at Simeon for a few moments before pushing his head back down between your legs and releasing his grip on both of you.

Within seconds of Simeon’s hot mouth against your skin, you’re riding out your release, head mouth open in a silent scream. His hips grind against the mattress and he’s fueled by a different kind of hunger now. He keeps going, mouthing desperately at your sensitive skin even as you whimper pathetically above him—it’s too much, I can’t—and ride out the aftershocks of the second orgasm he drags from your body. By the time Simeon has licked the cum and slick off you and pulled away, you’ve passed out from exhaustion and blood loss.

“You did so well, you beautiful creature.” It’s almost gentle, the way Michael wipes sweat off your brow and cups your warm, ruddy cheek with his palm. His touch lingers for a moment before he finally moves away from you.

He glances at his angels who stand near the bed on shaky legs. Their faces are both stained crimson from your blood, and they each have blooming stains in their white pants: Simeon from rutting against the mattress while he feasted between your thighs, and Raphael from fucking his fist while he watched.

Michael ignores his own aching erection tenting his robes as he reaches for your wrists. He casts simple spells to close the bite wounds until your skin is healed and unblemished once more. “I think I can finally appreciate your exceptional interest in our little lamb,” he muses.

He waves his hand and murmurs a complicated blessing that illuminates Simeon and Raphael in a bright glow of his Grace. He nods satisfactorily when he sees that the hints of the vampiric infection within both of them are gone.

You were too worried about your friends, and too far gone with pleasure later, to notice he was never truly infected himself.

“How will we explain this tomorrow?” Raphael asks, grimacing when he runs his hand through his sweat-slicked hair. Simeon reaches for one of the discarded blankets on the floor and covers you with it.

Michael stands next to Simeon and places his hand over your eyes; it glows faintly before returning to normal. “All the others know is that they were here for a visit. If anyone asks, our friend was too sick to go home for the night. They’ll wake up with a fever tomorrow and think this was nothing but a dream, if they remember it at all.”

“Why did you do this?” Simeon asks quietly. He doesn’t sound angry or disapproving, but simply curious. There’s always a purpose for everything the Archangel does.

Michael faces Simeon and grasps his shoulders. “Is my generosity not enough? You both work so hard in the name of the Celestial Realm.” He leans closer to Simeon’s ear. “And we don’t have to fall for the things we want.”

He steps back and adjusts his robes, inwardly pleased by the contemplative expression on Simeon’s face. “Take care of our little lamb until I can arrange a formal visit for them. I trust that you can handle everything else from here.”

Simeon and Raphael lower their heads. “Yes, Michael,” they reply in unison, eyes downcast to the floor until the Archangel disappears in a golden flash of Celestial magic.

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