#angel boyfriend

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

Another dumb idea from me, we never see the angels even throwing scraps of affection to each other which makes think since demons are very physical, but angels aren’t. (Also I’m under winter weather advisory and am cold so I randomly imagined cuddling the angels and realized smn)

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Angels must be touch starved, God was probably the only one they accepted affection from.

So I keep thinking about us doing trivial things to them and how it makes their heart flutter. They just melt when you even praise them. They get desperate for your approval, just to hear things like ‘Good Boy’.

They only know basic affection they’ve witnessed humans do over the years.

Then one night it’s cold to you, you invite them into bed to bed to cuddle.

They are confused at the thought of what ‘cuddling’ was.

You drag them into the bed and hold them close, you press against them.

They start to get excited briefly but you stop there, you hold them there and they can feel your body’s heat radiate off you.

They feel…a warmth they aren’t familiar with from their chest and they see your…looking up to them expectantly.

They stare at you and you take their arms and wrap them around you, as you secure yourself and rresecure your arms around him, he’s left on his back with you laying ontop of him, his arms wrapped around you like a hug. Your arms are wrapped around his chest as you get comfortable.

He’s surprised when you just…lay your head down and close your eyes. He doesn’t know what to do, your soon asleep.

They feel honored to watch you sleep, the fact you are comfortable enough to sleep not only near them but on them. There is a protective instinct keep you safe when you’re like this, but they know you’re not in danger.

They are so happy as to them, you are showing your trust them by leaving yourself vulnerable like this.

They get upset when soon after, they start to fall asleep, they need to protect you!

But soon…they wind up falling asleep and waking up hours later, but now their head is resting on your chest. They can hear your heartbeat and it soothes them, on impulse they nuzzle your chest and close their eyes again. They are so calm they don’t realize you’re awake and watching them.

[edenspetals]

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍'𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓

eerie eyes peer through the darkness yet nothing is more unnerving than the gurgling screech that cuts through the air. the rush of the devilish creature as it sprints towards you with outstretched claws ready tear right through your soul.

you stumble back, legs quivering from the excessive running — and at last, you accept your cruel fate. with eyes scrunched tightly and hands clawing into your own robes.

perhaps it will be a quick end,

perhaps not. your aching body readies for the strike to your nerves —

yet all that sounds through the crisp air is the slicing of steel and an agonised screech from the demon.

with your eyes daring to flutter open, you witness a familiar flash of gold and fluttering silk robes; of which encase you soon enough along with large, soft yet protective wings. a strong arm adorned in gold bangles holds your limp figure near while the other extends a blade now stained in dark blood.

a heaving chest is what you notice first, then flashes of thin god chains and finally the flare of amber eyes that grow tender - only in the slightest - when they glance down to your quivering form. “what did I say?” is all he breathes, voice ragged and red-tinted lips pulled into a frown. “what did I say about wandering off?” a flick of his sword and the dark substance scatters onto the ground — drawing your vision to attempt a peek at the now slain creature; yet the hand that previously sheathed his sword cups below your chin and turns your face back to his. as though wishing to shield your gaze from violence.

your silence remains as he slithers an arm beneath your knees and scoops you up. as mighty white wings extend out, the auric specks upon feathers shimmering through the darkness when he flies the two of you out of the abyss and to the safety of his white marble halls. upon the expansive balcony he often dances the night away with you.

“you could have been killed — or worse.” he quivers, setting you atop your own feet and watching as you turn to calm yourself. his concern was appreciated, yet you were overwhelmed. so you do not answer his gentle scolding and turn your back to him, to which he demands your answers.

“I’m aware!” you finally snap, whipping around to face the angel. “I am aware, rish -”

a gasp leaves you as warmth encases your wrists and the cool marble railing meets your back in an abrupt pin. amber eyes peering down at you, a pretty face framed by long, curly brown tresses only an inch away.

“no you do not.” the angel grunts. “do you have any idea of what I would do if I lost you? I promised to protect you, it is my duty. so let me.” his gaze softens and one of those arms hooks around the small of your back once more as he lifts you forward. warm lips brush yours, contrasting the thin, gold lip ring at the centre of his lower.

“you are mine. my love, my soul.” he mumbles, the ringed fingers still on your wrist rubbing a thumb against your pulse as he breathes out into an almost-kiss.

“so let me protect you, mi amanecer. please.”

[obsessivevoidkitten]

An Unholy Attraction

Male Yandere Angel x Male Demon Reader (CW: Physical assault, non-con, psychological abuse, isolation, food deprivation, blood, kidnapping, forced relationship, general yandere themes) Word Count: 2.6k  Margaret Sewell, 89 long years old, spreading sunshine and radiance into the lives of all who knew her. A mother to five and a grandmother to many more. She passed peacefully in her sleep and she still looked as if she were merely sleeping in her casket. Her service was lovely. Beautiful floral arrangements, a lovely and heartfelt eulogy, and a coming together of a large number of people to mourn their lost family and friend. It was beautiful. An absolute all you could eat buffet of human misery. Real gourmet shit. Sure, you could pick up a meal from any depressed rando or sad bar scene, but this right here was some fancy fucking dining. You were just innocently enjoying your meal of unfettered human sorrow when suddenly everything went black. When you came to you found yourself in wholly unfamiliar surroundings. You were tied with ethereally glowing rope to a cushioned silver chair, each wrist, and ankle were bound, as well as your torso. There was a pristine silver bed with an immaculate white mattress and silver blankets and pillows. The hard floor tiles were white and silver in a checker board pattern. The walls and ceiling were white too and the light was bright and harsh. This was fucking Hell. A really bright and tacky Hell. Well, no it wasn’t, you were a proud denizen of the underworld. This was worse than Hell. Seriously, what in the great name of Belphegor happened? You struggled against your restraints trying to get free but they were leeching away your magic powers. What could possibly do that? When you found out who abducted you they were DEAD! You heard footsteps approaching the room you were stuck in. The door opened. In stepped a beautiful man, tall and elegant, emerald eyes, with hair of the finest spun silver. He wore pristine white and silver robes, the kind you would expect to find on an archmage. He carried with him an aura of grace and power. “EXCUSE THE SHIT OUT OF MY GOD DAMNED FUCK, WHO ARE YOU AND WHY AM I HERE!?! I AM (Y/N) A DIGNIFIED BEING FROM THE OTHERWORLD AND I DEMAND RELEASE!!!” You practically growled out your words, your teeth sharpening and your eyes going entirely black. You looked feral. You felt feral too. “How positively foul. But what more can be expected of an unclean parasite though? You are not a dignified being from the otherworld, you are a demon of Hell. And you should not speak unless spoken to. I am the archangel Seltrael, and you are here because I was comforting the grieving while you were feeding off and enhancing their misery.” This wasn’t really true, he rarely bothered with the affairs of humans. Certainly reducing their grief would be a lost cause, they would simply find more. He had actually just stumbled upon you and found you captivating and in his loneliness he had to have you. But you did not need to know that, better you think him noble. “Are you an idiot? Are you in possession of all the mental strength of a moldy head of dehydrated cabbage?? I was just doing what I have to to survive. Feeding off a little emotional turmoil.” You were, understandably, pissed. Sure your presence strengthened negative emotions in humans, but you weren’t out killing or making contracts for immortal souls! He walked closer and struck your face. Hard. He did not really want to do it, but he did think it was necessary. He had to make you obedient. “You need to treat me with proper respect.” The fucking lunatic held your face in his hand, stroking your cheek with his thumb, it would have been a tender gesture at someone who had just been hurt had he not been the fuckwit who had hit you. You had never met an archangel before, but rumor had it that they were all varying degrees of unhinged. They were said to be ancient, and after God vanished they apparently cracked under the pressure of their abandonment, responsibilities, and immortality. Apparently these rumors were true. You glared at him silently. “Don’t give me that look, I have taken it upon myself to train you. You should be lucky that I have deigned to care for you.” In reality he felt he was the lucky one to have found you. You would take care of his loneliness.  “What? Train? Do you think I can just go without human negativity? The only other thing we live off of is blood dipshit. Even if that was something I consumed I doubt you have any blood laying around.” Another smack, this one making you a bit dizzy for a moment. Kinda worth it to agitate him though. “You can drink mine, after you treat me with the reverence I deserve and ask nicely for it.” The grin he gave you sent chills down your spine. You, a Dignified Being of the Otherworld, who had experienced the deaths of human tragedy and the terrors of what some choose to call “Hell”. “You are a whackadoodle dipshit if you think I would lower myself to b-” He punched you so hard in your stomach that the chair almost fell. Ouch. He just stared at you as you tried to recover from his abuse. This man was completely out of his mind. Even if you did not have to beg you sure as shit did not want to consume Angelic Ichor. You had no idea how your body would react to such a thing. “Why are you trying to train me anyway?” You hissed, once more glaring at your “angelic” warden.

“I kill most demons, but you have not directly hurt anyone.” He had his hand your sore cheek again, his  finger lightly moving across your lip as his cold gaze took you in. “You can be fixed. I want to help you. But you have to want it, you have to request for my help.” This wasn’t false, he did want to help and fix you, to elevate you from parasitic feeding on humans to a mutualistic relationship with himself. You would love and admire him and keep him company and he would provide you with everything.  “Go make out with a splintered broom handle, you revolting earwax filled enema bag.” You said deadpanning. You winced as he jerked your head back harshly by one of your horns. He got right up in your face, so close you could feel his breath. “Maybe a little time alone will convince you.” He released his hold on your horn and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. How was he revolting? You’d feed from lowly humans and not him? He was your savior! The last thing he wanted was to leave you now that he had you, but he had to break you a bit to get cooperation. At first the worst part was simply boredom, he would come in for a few minutes each day, like clockwork, ask you to beg him for help and food, and then slam the door when you told him where he could shove his “help”. It was so monotonous. At least you never had to use a restroom like humans did. You flicked your tail in agitation, you counted the floor tiles, you contemplated new insults to add to that book you wanted to publish one day, “The Tome of Insulteries”. But after a week or so you were very anxious and hungry. Having not fed you were starting to go through withdrawal. Sensitivity to the lights and door slams, clammy skin, chills, tremors and even greater than usual irritability. You were beyond miserable.  “Come on (Y/N), this can all end this very moment if you just ask for my blood~” You had to willingly ask for his essence, you did not know it but it would seal a pact binding you to him for all eternity so you could never leave. “May the flesh fall from your bones and may the wolves sup well upon your marrow!!” You were not doing well, isolation was not good for you. And you were shaking. You would not starve to death, but you were still growing weaker and even though the withdrawal-like symptoms had faded you were still growing more psychologically distressed from the isolation. But you’d be damned (and you had been damned) if a little kidnapping, forced isolation, and starvation would keep you from throwing curses and insults. He left with an angry expression. Why wouldn’t you just ask for his blood. You had to be hungry! He came at the same time the next day. He walked over to you running his hands through your hair. It was nice to feel physical contact, if only it wasn’t his. “(Y/N), don’t you want to feel better? You’d never have to hurt ever again if you’ll just ask politely.” He was getting really impatient. You needed to just realize you were his already. “How about you politely suck my dick you fucking psycho!” He stared at you with an intimidating and creepy smile. You tensed up waiting for a smack that never came. Instead he undid your pants and pulled out your cock. “G-get off!” What the fuck was wrong with this guy? “I’ll get you off little demon don’t worry~” He got on his knees before you, in what almost seemed an act of worship with your crotch as his alter. He tentatively sucked each of your nuts for a few seconds before kissing them gently as he stroked your cock, it betrayed you and hardened quickly at his touch. “Seriously! Stop it! Why are you touching me.” You moved against the rope restraining you even though you knew it was useless. “You told me to politely suck your lovely cock. So I am.” He took the tip of your cock into his mouth and sucked lightly, rolling his tongue around the bell end. He lapped the tip of his tongue over your cock hole, your precum tasted divine to him (trust him, he would know). “I-it was rhetorical.” You were too tired to keep squirming so you gave up struggling, you blushed deeply at his attention. You could not help yourself as you made lewd little moans and gasps. He greatly preferred those sounds escaping your lips over the usual curses. You wanted to cry, you felt so betrayed by your reaction. He fondled your sack as he took your entire length into his warm, greedy mouth. You instinctually bucked your hips, as much as you could with your restraints, desperately seeking to shoot cum down that wonderful throat. A bit to your embarrassment, you did not last much longer and actually let out a whimper like moan as you shot into his mouth and he gulped down every drop.

“Thanks for the snack (Y/N), but you look quite famished yourself and I would not be a very good boyfriend if I let you go hungry.”

“A WHAT friend?? What the shit is this fuck? You think you’re my b-b-boyfriend!? You kidnapped, isolated, starved, and restrained me! You’re a moldy d-” He cut you off abruptly by slamming his lips into yours, kissing you deeply rather than hurting you this time. His lips were amazingly soft. You would have bit him, but you did not want to willingly put his blood in your mouth. Even if you had not verbally requested it. He broke the kiss and snapped through all your restraints, not that it mattered now. You were far too exhausted to do use any of your magic at this point. Before you could ask what he was doing he tore your clothing off, grabbed you by your horn, and dragged you across the room and pushed you on to the bed in the corner. You fell on to it on your back, you recognized his hungry gaze as lust and yearning. You did not like where this was going. “Please don’t do this. Just let me go…” You backed yourself into the corner of the bed where it met the walls. Your lip trembled, quite cutely, in his opinion. “You’re mine, and I am tired of waiting, I have given you chance after chance. I took you from your miserable parasitic life, I have taken you into my personal pocket dimension of heaven, and I have fully committed to taking care of you.” He disrobed and you could see he was all lean muscle, it looked as if he was chiseled from the whitest marble, his large cock glistened with a copious amount of precum, he allowed his six wings to manifest and it was certainly intimidating. “Now, one last chance, will you ask nicely for me to feed you?” “N-no!” You immediately began to regret that response. He lunged at you with a maniacal grin marring his otherwise beautiful features. He grabbed your ankle roughly, you kicked at him but he grabbed that ankle too. He pulled you to the edge of the bed and flipped you on to your belly. You squirmed as much as you could, but he was extremely strong and he had you pinned, he rubbed his uncut cock against your hole, the precum would be all the lube he offered you. With one thrust he rammed his entire length into your ass. You screamed in pain. You started sobbing and crying, you had never even bottomed before. It felt like someone had stuck a hot fire poker inside you and was splitting apart your insides. Each thrust was slow, hard, and deliberately painful. You were trembling even more now, each movement of his large member renewing the pain inside you. “PLEASE S-STOP!!!” Tears were streaming down your face, you had forgotten that you could even cry, it had been so long. In response to your cries he pulled your head back by your horns and went faster, the sound of his huge nuts slapping your ass taunting you. You knew you had to be bleeding a good amount by this point. “Pl-please” You begged softly. “Please. Please. Please. Please.” You were broken, repeating your soft chant for mercy over and over. “My blood would make the pain go away little (Y/N)~” You could not see it but he was smirking behind you, he knew he had broken his small demon. “C-can I have your bl-blood please?” Your words came out in a choked sob. “Mmm, of course anything for my precious boyfriend~” While still inside you he slid his arm around you with his wrist up to your mouth. You bit it and sucked the blood gently. You could feel your soul resonate with him, your very essence branded by his. Oh fuck, that’s why he wanted you to ask for it, you’d never be able to leave him now. You were renewed with life, and while the pain ebbed into nothingness almost instantly it did nothing to make the moment more pleasurable for you. You lay limply, resigned to letting Seltrael have his way over you. At least it didn’t hurt anymore. And it did not take long for him to finish, he was pushed over the edge from the act of you accepting his soul binding blood. Each throb of his prick sent another flood of angelic cum into you. You were still sobbing, albeit much more quietly. He sat on the bed and pulled you into his lap. He held you close with his arms around your torso as he draped his wings over you protectively as his cum leaked out from you, though he did not seem to mind at all. “Don’t cry (Y/N), I’ll never have to hurt you again, you’re mine now~” He peppered the space between your horns with little kisses. That’s why you were crying. You were his now. You would always be his.

[ophanimgold]

this my new guy, Damascus

a long forgotten priest from an ancient religion

he also looks like this

[monstercampus]

Archangel Professor & Isaac of Virtue - First Meeting

(cws: none)

Considering how many demons you've met at the school so far, it's a little shocking to hear from your harpy classmate that there's a chapel on campus. Especially since you haven't seen such a building anywhere in your tours, but you wonder if perhaps it's due to the sensitive nature of such a place. It's not exactly something you're planning on looking out for, but when she mentions it, the idea sticks in your head for the rest of class.

It's but a week later that you notice the distinct chiming of a bell on your way to the dining hall for lunch, the brisk Sunday morning chilly and damp but not enough to stop you from diverting your path to follow it. It entrances you in a way, leads you down a cobblestone path right up the steps of an enormous cathedral sat squarely in the midst of the university's sprawling gardens. It looms over you in an almost intimidating way, so tall and grand with the kind of elegant architecture you'd see in any travel magazine for some historically exotic vacation spot. As you venture through the tall but shockingly light front doors, your eyes lock on to the first thing that enters your vision; a being standing before the pulpit that stands as if he was awaiting your arrival, alongside a smaller companion that busies himself with organizing what looks to be the donations from a busy service. Once the doors squeal shut with a heavy thud behind you, he lifts his head to look over his shoulder, his feathery white wings flicking up in surprise before he regains himself and turns to face you fully with a grin.

The church itself resembles one you would probably see back home, but only in the symbolic sense alone. There are pews lined from back to front, a podium for one to deliver sermons, stained-glass windows at the far end and gorgeously decorated walls and floors lined with eternal candles that burn forever. But unlike back home, there's a touch of nature inside the chapel; a light breeze blows through the room and sends tiny glitters of stardust careening through the air, and while there certainly looks to be a roof from the outside, all you see upon looking upwards is a cover of clouds that obscures all that lies within. Unlike the gloomy skies outside, this artificial one glows with a rosy-pink hue that casts over the whole interior, giving the cathedral a dreamy edge-of-sunset glow that feels as though you're seeing through rose-tinted glasses.

The archangel–who you only recognize as such upon thinking back to your Holy World History classes–isn't at all what you thought they would look like. His blinding white two-piece suit is the only part of him that betrays any humanity; the rest of him is a mishmash of different features that don't seem to meld together. His hands float in tune with the movement of his arms but they aren't attached, rather there's an empty space between his wrists and palms. Where there should be a head, there's nothing but eyes; a faint cloud of tiny, sparkling bits of stardust seems to be the only thing that indicates the space where his eyes remain in place. And a pair of huge, heavenly wings sit folded up against his back, yet they're so large even on his tall frame that they scrape the ground and leave small, glowing scratches of gold that brighten before quickly fading into nothing.

His assistant, however, appears to be astoundingly human. The young man watches you through snow-white eyes and a fringe of soft, pale blond hair, which is otherwise perfectly combed down and trimmed at the neck. The suit he wears resembles his mentor's to a T, aside from the jacket he's missing that leaves him only in the perfectly creased pants and black dress shirt. Somehow, despite the very air emanating a holiness here, something about his particular gaze betrays…well, it holds a hint of lechery to it, especially as his attention flickers between meeting your eyes and catching the bared skin of your ankles beneath your jeans as you halt in front of them. Here, in this moment, you feel the heavy uncertainty weigh on your shoulders at standing before the judge and jury.

"Here only a moment, and already you tempt my steward." A voice booms authoritatively from the head of the cathedral, and at that, the archangel's assistant guiltily turns his eyes away from you, and you're left feeling shame heat your chest despite doing nothing wrong. "Is there anything of note that you require, human, or do you desire nothing but to waste my time?"

The severity of the tongue-lashing you've just gotten could send you into shock had you not grown used to the terrifyingly abnormal by now. You would expect a being of such grandiosity and holiness to address you with gentleness and love–but this archangel speaks with bitterness hot on his tongue, so stern you feel like a child being reprimanded despite not knowing what for.

"Professor, the human has no ill intentions. I believe the Dean instructed us to welcome them with open arms." The angel leans over to murmur those words quite conspicuously, clearly forgoing the guilt of his stare in favour of easing himself into that tense space between yourself and the archangel. In this chapel, you feel he may as well be the only one on your side. Yet, if it weren't wholly improper, you would be sure you'd see those dozens of eyes rolling as the archangel heaves a breathy sigh.

"Welcome to our esteemed campus. I thank you for defiling our holy ground without warning nor reason." Suddenly, as if godly in nature, a crack of thunder erupts and the clouds overhead grow dark and worrisome. Yet despite the frightening shift, neither the archangel nor his assistant bat an eye as if the ill omen is an everyday occurrence–though the former does huff quietly, clearly aware of who that warning was meant for. "...Pardon my faithless utterances. I beg your forgiveness."

You distinctly hear the angel at his side mutter something about someone upstairs giving them an earful for that. Although the archangel himself couldn't sound less uncaring about his own apology nor whether you'd accept it, you do, and in return the professor takes his leave with a sweep of his wings around his frame–just barely avoiding clipping you with his feathers as he takes off in a golden blur into the sky, diving upright into the sea of clouds above and disappearing completely.

In the silence that follows, the protégé himself sighs. In the absence of his superior, he introduces himself as the angel, Isaac of Virtue, and the professor as archangel Mikael, formerly Dominion. All hefty titles, yet without much more you desire to say or to see, you turn your eyes away from the brilliant light and move to take your leave of this chapel that clearly wishes not to welcome you.

But Isaac catches your wrist as you do so, his mentor's many eyes having turned away and vanished to attend to whatever is his business. His smile carries a gentler edge this time, just as cool and soft to the touch as his palm on your skin as it lingers there.

"Don't mind the professor's words, human. He's….well, he's ancient," Isaac chuckles, the lighthearted attempt at a joke doing what he hoped and drawing a small smile out of you. "He doesn't really mind humans as much as it seems. He's just…well, he's quite stubborn. Very set in his ways…" That last part comes out quiet and soft in the airy space between the pews. However, when he inquires about any questions you might have that he'd be happy to answer, only one comes to your mind at the moment.

"Um…do all angels…are they like..?" You gesture towards your own eyes, although your focus shifts above his head to spot the twinkling of something as the light refracts off of it. It's invisible to the naked eye, but you could swear you see some kind of halo shape hovering there in the prismatic glow.

Isaac seems to understand your words without you speaking the rest of them, his grip loosening but not letting go–and with a nod, he proves his answer by closing his eyes. When he opens them again, three more pairs crack open down each of his cheeks and blink to take you into focus, the three extra sets surveying you independently with a heart-chilling shade of red irises. When you've gotten a good look, he's quick to blink again–and this time, only his primary pair of eyes reopen, the whites tinged a very pale pink before the colour soon drains away.

"I hope this was a show of good faith. We should be friends, no?" It's hard to disagree with such an innocently sweet expression staring back at you, so with little thought given to the verbal contract you're signing you agree with a soft "of course".

"Wonderful!" He finally releases you from his grip and claps his hands together, only afterwards ducking his head around out of habit to check if the archangel is listening. But at no sign of interruption above from the fiercely stern professor, he turns back around and produces a card from his sleeve that he presses into your palm. And with a cautiously big step back, Isaac extends his wings fully and takes off into the air, sending whips of a breeze to tousle your hair and clothes as he soars up into the cloud-covered ceiling.

As soon as he's gone, you turn the card around in your hands to take a look while hustling your steps out of the now-empty cathedral. On one side is nothing but a bit of gold engraving on the white cardstock, while the other side has a phone number beneath his name and university status. You can't help but notice how the golden ink moves within the card, lines writhing and intertwining within each other to spell new words out the longer you look at it.

"Isaac the Virtuous, aide to Archangel Mikael, envoy of angelic healing….friend of the equally virtuous–and charming–human."

[licieoic]

"Angel Boyfriend" - Digital Oil Painting

Sometimes I like to make Dean the shorter one, hehe.

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[sarahsartistportfolio]

you guys youguys youGUYS

suddenly I really really miss my angel ocs

Specifically now looking through the angelxreader tag like I didn't realize so many others were craving this dynamic.

I want to write more of my angels. I want to write them so much. I want to write silly little reactions like "You ask to touch their wings how to they react?" or "Their reaction to you summoning them and trapping them in a circle"

I am so soso open on taking suggestions on what readerxangel scenarios to put my characters in. I am bursting at the steams with love for my angels so if you too desire to be loved by a divine being.

Drop by my inbox

Here and here you can read/see a bit more of my angels(fallen/dark angels included)

Like seriously I could cry right now I just them so much 😭😭😭

[askthelovenest]

...Can you guess who my favorites are?

[theradicalace]

"I'd pay the devil twice as much to keep your soul"

more fallen angel boyfriend content because i'm literally the smartest and coolest person alive <3

[strawberry-shortcake14]

What if-

You had a angel boyfriend

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This can go in two different ways

1. He is super sweet and gentle

2. He's the devil in disguise

He could love you and complete you

Or

Be a whole "carlos madrigal"

Rude and has a bad reputation but secretly sweet and caring

Either way, he would give the whole world to you if he could

Would team up with Satan him self to throws hands on anyone who looks at you wrong or give you a bad vibe

Makes sure you have a great day and asking you what had happened each day

If yall get in to a fight/argument, he WON'T put his hands on you any where unless he's trying to calm you down by hugging you

If he does hurt you physically, it's the devil, not him

Can cook and clean very well

U : I can believe you did this!

House: Mr.clean clean

Bf : thank you :)

He may or may not be hiding mr.clean magic erasers in a closet

And maybe that's why the house is spotless

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

Random thought: Demons/Angels (marriage)

It’s brought up that angels and demons have different traditions than humans, and that goes into their dating behaviors.

They still have dates like humans do, and they tend to go out and have generally the same kind of dates.

Though they tend to not do the wedding rings thing. They also do have marriage, but it’s slightly different than human traditions.

Instead of using rings, they just sort of…chose to be mates? They have said in several points that they don’t get the whole proposal/wedding things.

I think instead, they just sort of announce that they are in a relationship and that’s it??

Since like, they have more of a sensitive sense of smell I feel like they scent their partner to make it clear.

I think I am remembering this correctly, but at one point Belphie was talking about how he thought you were ‘taken’ but you get confused and he responds smn like “Oh, you just have his scent (smell?) on you…ok.” I think it was in reference to Mc having just hugged/kissed all the brothers, undoubtedly accidentally getting their scent on you.

It’s also seems like demons and angels ‘mate for life’ since there’s literally been no talk of characters getting ‘divorced’ or ‘separated’, it’s only said when people are ‘dating’ which could mean that they just,,,would rather stay with their partner than leave. It’s canon that poly relationships are a thing and aren’t frowned upon (Asmo reveals this) as well as it seems that as long as they are informed, they don’t mind their partner fooling around with others.

But this also makes me think, they might not understand the concept of a ‘divorce’ so imagine, you and Solomon are just talking about people getting married and divorced in the human realm. (Just gossiping with Solomon)

Everybody (minus you two) got confused at that. When talking further you find that the other two realms actually take relationships much more seriously and only take them to the next level if they are ready to stay with that person for the rest of their lives.

[edenspetals]

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍'𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 ,

tw: some possessiveness, hints at unrequited love

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Seltrael but rather than a demon the reader is an intern angel?

Yandere Male Archangel x GN Angel Intern (CW: Manipulation, mentions of blood drinking, general yandere themes) Word Count: About 600 (I am so new to the requests, this is my first one, I do not think it is my best work, but I hope you enjoy it! I really enjoyed this concept so I refused to sleep until I had it done.)

- You were a relatively new angel, a mere couple of centuries old. You were pretty naive, you had just barely earned your wings. - You worked as an intern in the Cosmic Disruptions Detection Division. You basically filled out paperwork and filed things for many of the other angels in the department. - Nothing had ever been detected since the fall of Lucifer, there were over 100 angels in your division, your archangel overseer was Seltrael. - He was one of the stronger archangels that could assemble the others and probably fight a cosmic threat head on. - You were clumsy, it was not your fault, it was just how you were. Constantly tripping and scattering papers, messing up a report, or filing things incorrectly. - Eventually Seltrael notices this, now you have caught his eye as someone he needs to help. - Your job starts to bring you into contact with him more and more, whereas before you had never even spoken to him. - When you do food runs you now include him, some of the reports he wants to read directly, he even starts making rounds supervising directly and these rounds always end with checking on you and even helping you when you have a problem. - Sometimes he goes to get food and he gives you some. He likes watching you eat from his office, it fills him with pride to know you enjoyed it, he cooks it himself but uses his magic to make it look like he just picked it up. Can’t look too suspicious. - Occasionally you come back after a break and find some of your work completed for you. He craves thanks for this, he needs your admiration, but he still cannot reveal his intentions yet. - You catch him staring at you a few times, you only catch a glimpse but you could swear he wears an odd smile each time. - He cannot ask you out, he has to take what is his. That way you would not have the chance to say no. - After a particularly erroneous report you filed from misreading the sensory data at your assigned monitor which resulted in heaven’s 1st battalion lead by Seltrael, Samael, and Uriel to deploy to the cold fringes of the universe you were called in to Seltrael’s office. - He is so happy. This is his chance. You finally made a mistake big enough for him to have you crying. Sure, he altered your report to make you the laughing stock of heaven, but he was grew too impatient. - “(Y/N), you really messed up big. You caused a huge panic. This is an important job, I would be well within my rights to fire you and cast you to the lowest rungs of heaven.” - You cry and sob and can barely mutter out an apology. - Don’t worry, he has an offer for a position directly under him. (eventually literally) - He smirks, all you have to do is drink some of his blood. “Don’t worry, it is totally normal, I have a dangerous job and need to know where my personal assistant is in case of danger, you just have to ask for it so it works.” - You readily agree and practically beg for it, you were so terrified of going back to the lower rungs. - After you drink it you are his. He is your savior. You are so grateful to him and now have no problem being his lover. Not that you would be able to get away if you did.

[baiboop]

i was thinking about this funny scenario while i was writing my fic and i haveeee to share…

okay so, adam and micheal are together in the memoryscape. (this is a while into their imprisonment so they’re comfortable with eachother and have certain routines.) adams like “babe, wanna take a nap?”

obviously, micheal doesn’t sleep. he understands that this will just be stationary prolonged cuddling for him but he obliges to adams request.

now, micheal’s apparition is always clothed in the hand-me-downs from dean that adam was wearing when he first got possessed. adam doesn’t really mind that micheal wears them, but he was feeling like he wanted to tease micheal so he got an idea:

they’re about to lay down and adam puts his hand on micheal’s chest, pushing him back from the bed and he says, “you should put on pajamas, i have my comfy clothes on we should make you some pajamas.”

micheal reassures adam he has no use for differing garments and is fine laying down in the clothes he’s wearing now. adam knows if he begs micheal and tells him it’s a human custom, micheal will ALWAYS fold.

so he continues his speech, “yeah, yeah. i know you don’t need them, but it’s important to me, you know? humans always wear pajamas to sleep and it’ll remind me of home.” he flashes a pleading face at micheal to amplify the requests effectiveness.

micheal stares at him with that cute hopelessly clueless look on his face and he’s like, “i was not aware, of course i will adorn a pajama set if it’s important to you, adam.”

adam smiles realllyyyy wide and almost starts laughing. micheal smirks a little to himself, so proud, thinking he’s made adam very happy, but in reality it’s adams shit eating i’m-about-to-be-a-jackass grin.

in the mindscape adam and micheal have the ability to materialize objects, so basically anything (which for micheal is literally anything) they can think of can be willed into the space they’re occupying. for example if adam wanted a succulent he could just think of it and make it pop into existence. okay continuing on…

so adam gets all cheery and he’s like, “oh, micheal! im so glad. here let me make you a pair of pajamas :)”

micheal’s pleased with adams happy response and is like, “thank you adam, my love.”

now the pair of pjs adam has in mind is a pair of sonic pajamas from when he was 7, obviously resizing them to fit adams (micheal’s) 19 year old body.

he poofs them in and presents them to micheal, micheal is extremely confused but undresses and puts the pajamas on. they aren’t like anything he’s ever seen adam wear.

he’s wearing the pajamas and adam is laughing his ass off, he’s clutching his stomach and almost crying. the view of micheal, the stoic archangel, the prince of the heavenly host, commander and viceroy of heaven wearing SONIC PAJAMAS is truly just too much for adam and it’s funnier than he orginally thought it would be.

micheal’s been around adam enough to sense somethings a little off, because adam only laughs like that when somethings funny. and what could be funny? was he wearing them wrong? so he asks, “adam? is something the matter? have i put the pajamas on incorrectly?” micheal finishes, blushing just a bit.

adam breathes in deeply trying to control his laughter before he answers his angel, “no, micheal! no, you’re wearing them right! you look great!” he cracks a smile and stifles a laugh at the end.

micheal shifts uncomfortably, still feeling embarrassed and responds, “are you positive?”

“yes! those are classic pajamas, psh all humans have a pair! didn’t you know that?”

micheal is now embarrassed for a different reason, he’s embarrassed that he doesn’t know. he isn’t entirely sure about human culture and is sometimes bashful when adam talks about things micheal never knew before. so he responds accordingly, trying to save his pride, “well… i, of course. yes, adam thank you for making me these.”

once adam can compose himself enough, he leads micheal to the bed and they situate themselves, he was being serious about the nap and he fully intends to take his nap, even with his angelic boyfriend wearing a seven year olds sonic pajama set. once adams ready he wakes up feeling well rested, almost forgetting what micheal is wearing.

he and micheal go on about their day for about 30 minutes more, micheal obviously isn’t sure when he’s meant to remove the pajamas so he keeps them on. adam leads them to the living room where he intends to read while micheal sits beside him. they sit down on the couch and adam cracks, he HAS to tell micheal the joke. he seriously can’t look at him anymore. obviously, micheal is completely oblivious to the joke and no matter how many times adam tells him “it’s just funny because you’re some powerful big shot archangel wearing sonic pajamas.” micheal still doesn’t understand.

it gets even funnier when adam gets sick of explaining and gives up, micheal is not pleased by this and longs to understand. he’s need-ily asking adam to elaborate, and this sends adam over the edge again, his all powerful boyfriend begging him for answers in his sonic outfit. adam laugh cries a little more and micheal pouts for the rest of the day. (after changing back into his regular attire ofc)

and for the reveal, THIS IS THE ABSOLUTE DRIPPED OUT FIT, ADAM PUTS MICHEAL IN

and yes, this probably isn’t as funny to you guys as it is to me, and yes this is insanely random i’m sorry.

[anju-ds]

Day 2 of posting on Tumblr again

Have I told you that I've been really into Friday Night Funkin'? No? Well I am and I'm actually pretty good at it I ain't no Gegcoin but I'm awesome at it >:D

Recently a few friends and I started a new DND campaign based on Obey Me and I wanted to be an angel but also wanted to be Boyfriend just for the memes. So I made Angel! Boyfriend.

[valentine-cafe]

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍'𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒔 ( 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 9948 𝒆 ), 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒐'𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍩 ꒱ angel x reader ⊹ ۪ ࣪

“ the darling of the underworld with a smile of the heavens, right? ’

“ don't underestimate him for that smile. those eyes are that of a devil, I say. ’