is there any way to make all of your angel ocs fucking rail out of me… asking for a friend
All of the angels? At once or separately? Cause some of them are definitely down for a little cooperation if you catch my drift. Otherwise, they’re patiently waiting and taking turns.
Seraphiel doesn’t demand much from you, chasing his pleasure only after you’re completely satisfied, and he ensures you’re properly taken care of. You’ll grow tired long before he does. Anyone he might share you with benefits from his very thorough preparation—his impressive size requires a slow, almost teasing approach while he works you open with his tongue and then stretching you wider with one finger, then two, and perhaps three…
Metatron is a little unpredictable. It’s all fun and games and playful flirting til he’s got you pressed up against a shelf in the back of the library and his erection stretches the front of his robes and is grinding against your hip. Maybe he’s feeling frisky today or you teased him so much he just couldn’t resist anymore. You can be quiet, can’t you? He’ll try to be quiet too. But maybe Seraphiel or Michael catching you together wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world either, if you’re open to the idea.
Habuhiah is the sort that hints at what she wants while she tries to make sure you feel the same way she does. She’s not used to flirting or seduction or having such intense desire for someone. She could use perfumes to make her more alluring or teas to increase your sensitivity or arousal, but she won’t—not yet, not unless you like the idea later and ask her to. In the meantime, she has some unique privileges and a secluded herb garden and workshop where she makes most of her potions and elixirs. She might be too impatient to go all the way back to her room if you finally decide to indulge her fantasies—the smooth wood surface of her work table will do for now. (The handy bottle of oil, hiding in plain sight on a shelf nearby, is a calculated choice that pays off. She made the oil herself, just for you.)
Trying to out-maneuver Gabriel or Uriel separately is a challenge; together, they’re nearly unstoppable. Uriel is quiet but sweet, affectionate in his own way and something like a stubborn cat that won’t be ignored. It’s cute how clingy and grumpy he gets sometimes. Maybe it’s strange that he doesn’t even mention Gabriel the entire day you spend together, but he doesn’t need to. There are times when you sense someone watching you from nearby, and you realize Gabriel’s piercing garnet-coloured eyes are watching both of you when you spot him in the distance as you tour the garden and library and training grounds. It feels like anticipation for something is building, tension that churns beneath your skin and makes you sensitive to every lingering touch and fleeting glance. It’s only when you stand before Gabriel in their shared chambers at the end of the day, uncertain as you lower yourself to your knees beside Uriel at his feet, and his sharp smile and bright eyes promise a thorough reward for being so patient for him—and so good for both of them.
