#angel x human

[spacebubblehomebase]

Shit post!

Don't take this too seriously, but LMAO XD. -Bubbly💙

[imagine-darksiders]

Just so you all know, this is how tall I hc Lucien to be when compared to the human.

[flowerbetweenfangs]

Human at first glance...

The person covered with strange burns all over their body. Too clumsy when they walk, almost like they had something to stabilize them before. Their voice is raspy and rough. Their touch scorching hot. Molten metal encircles their head.

Then one day the scars reopen, revealing flaming eyes. Fiery wings burst from their back and wrap around you and them. A fallen angel. Their molten halo will reform one day, but until then, they must remain on earth.

[bloozz]

yan!angel x gn!reader

: yandere behaviour!!, stockholm syndrome, gn reader, kidnapping, swearing, some nsfw elements??

🐟  - authors note: holy shit my last post blew up so heres a treat for yall!!! ily

どうして あの日遊んだ海のにおいは どうして すぎる季節に消えてしまうの またおんなじ歌を歌うたび あなたを誘うでしょう...

-ado (the world’s continuation)

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🌊. yan!angel who saw you helping an abandoned puppy on the street and immediately knew he needed you.

🦈. yan!angel who loves to wrap you in his wings :)) when he threatens to drop you if you dont obey him

🌊. yan!angel who wants you to worship him and all his unholiness holiness!!

🦈. yan!angel who can heal :D (so when he gives u injuries he can hide the evidence!) ps.. its by his saliva so interpret that however;)

🌊. yan!angel loves to cuddle you and wrap you in his arms as his halo glows (disrupting ur sleep smh)

🦈. yan!angel is definitely a switch :)

🌊. yan!angel who begs you to let him bring you to the afterlife so you guys can be together forever.. <3

🦈. yan!angel who’s wings are super sensitive (so is his personality tbh.. he's a baby at heart)

🐟 ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- ︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚.

it was the dead of night... and you really wanted some sort of sleep. but theres a big big problem... the angel that kidnapped you has a fucking glowing halo above its head that’s brighter than the sun. he may not have to sleep but you need to.

“hey.. you haven’t fallen asleep yet, love..” he whispered. his face looked worried, and i could see his face very clearly, from the light emitting from his halo. 

“listen.. can we just not cuddle tonight? your halo is really bright and i cant sleep” you glared, feelin clearly grumpy from the lack of sleep. it seems he was about to start sobbing. he just couldn’t accept that and when you tried to squirm away he just trapped you with his big fluffy wings.

“move-- hey! what the heck are you doing?!” you exclaimed while flailing around helplessly against his wings. 

 he just smiled at you and covered your mouth with his hand.

“you can’t leave my grasp darling...”

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hope u sinners like it!!! my last yan post blew up?? i love to read ur comments asking if yan househusband came in the food or if it was reader’s coworker!! ;))

[rougepancake]

Sent from above

FT. Angel Devil; Fem Reader

WELCOME TO THE MONSTER MASQUERADE

WARNINGS: Sexually explicit content under cut. Minors and ageless blogs dni. HEAVY sacrilegious themes, loss of virginity (reader), Angel treating himself as an actual angel, extreme dubcon, corruption, slightly ooc Angel??. Whatever- if you’re not turned on by this shit then leave <3

SUMMARY: Your guardian angel has come to guide you during one of your darkest moments. What would you ever do without him?

Your guardian angel was a being of absolute beauty that had been with you your entire life. And, up until now, you had yet to actually see him in person. You were actually starting to think that it was a good thing that you hadn’t lay your eyes upon him before. He was simply too beautiful.

Your guardian angel was simply divine.

“D-Did God send you here to help me..?” The words left your lips slowly as you looked up at him, admiring his shining halo. You were met with silence, but it didn’t scare you. For you trusted this angel with your very life, regardless of the fact that it was your first encounter with him.

He reached out towards you, his gloved hand grabbing your chin and squeezing it gently. You could have sworn that you saw his eyes shine, but it could’ve been the light playing tricks on you.

“Of course.” It was all he said, and you couldn’t help but notice how uninterested he sounded. Actually, the more you thought about it, the more you realized that his physical appearance didn’t match the descriptions of angels in the Bible.

But maybe that was so you wouldn’t be frightened.

Totally.

“How do you plan to help me?”

“Well, what’s your problem?”

“Did God not tell you?” You saw him tense up as he took a step back from you. He leaned against your desk and looked out your bedroom window, admiring your view of the stars.

“Of course God told me. That’s why I’m here.” His sentences were short, as if he wanted to get to the point. You wanted to get closer to him, but your instinct told you to hang back. There was something about him that made you wary, despite his angelic nature.

“Right…”

The sound of the city echoed throughout the night and into your room, sending chills across your skin. The more silence that filled the air, the more anxious you got, and he knew that. Maybe he was telepathic, or just really good at reading the room.

After what felt like hours, he walked back over to you, looking you directly in the eyes. He reached out a hand and placed it on your shoulder, only to apply pressure and push you back onto your bed.

The action took you by surprise, though, all you could do was stare up at him in silence as you propped yourself up onto your elbows. Why did he do that? Was he actually going to help you?

You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. Had he really stunned you into silence? Maybe that’s what happens to someone who is in the presence of true beauty…

You noticed that he was looking around your room. A part of you hoped that he took note of the various Bible verses scattered around. After all, such a thing could impress him, and he just might tell God how much you admire Him.

“Wait, what are you-“

“I’m going to help you.” He said simply as he finished tying his hair up— when had he done that? His gloved hand ran down your stomach and to the hem of your shirt, causing you to shiver as it slid underneath the fabric. You couldn’t help but swallow anxiously as he moved. Especially since you had no idea why an angel was touching you so intimately.

He took his time, his delicate touch causing you to squirm and whimper— two things you had never done before.

Then, all of a sudden, a moan was torn from you. Something so lewd, yet so beautiful, and all because he pinched your nipple.

Honestly, you had never felt this way before. Was this because he was an angel? No… you knew better than that. Maybe he was testing your loyalty to the lord? That certainly sounded right.

Without warning, brought his other hand up and cupped it over your clothed cunt. He wasted no time in removing your shorts, pulling them down to your knees and pushing your panties to the side swiftly.

“Make sure that God can hear how well your guardian Angel is helping you.” And without any form of preparation, he shoved two gloved fingers into your cunt, watching closely as you writhed and moaned. The penetration was simply too much for your mind to handle, and it was throwing you for a loop.

Who knew that something so wrong could feel so damn good?

Before you knew it, you were calling out to God shamelessly. You were saying His name in vain, but you couldn’t help it. Not when there was such a powerful tension being built in your lower stomach.

Oh you had never felt so good before. You felt like you were floating, but being bound to the earth at the same time. It was a wonderful, yet painful experience that you hadn’t expected to partake in until you were married off.

“There you go…” He whispered nonchalantly, working you through your sudden orgasm with shining eyes. All you could do was pant and whine, and it was a good look for you. According to Angel, anyways.

Though, you couldn’t help but want more.

Thankfully, he wasn’t done with you just yet.

[yaoistims]

Ship dynamics: Devoted angel x Human that removes their wings

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[ssafloofyfoxx]

GN! Biblically Accurate Angel (Jophiel) x Afab! Reader

Hello! This is just a quick drabble that I wrote up a few nights ago. I couldn't find many biblically accurate angel fics so here we are!

CW: NSFT, Teratophilia, oral, penetration, AFAB reader, biblically accurate angel, blaspheme, mentions of the Bible, nonhuman genitalia, mentions of ab*se, possessive language, slight d/s dynamic, dirty talk, light degradation. Let me know if I'm missing any!

WC: ~4200

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You sit at your desk, sighing heavily as your eyes flit across the pages before you. After hours of trying to keep your focus on your studies, your mind had begun to wander yet again. It always happened when you were forced to study scripture. You couldn’t help it, really. You know the Bible inside and out by now, so you weren’t sure why your mother was so intent on making you memorize every word. You’ve been studying the Word since you were five, and that was fifteen years ago. You’ve read every version of the Bible that you possibly could get ahold of.

But, the questions you asked about why angels were always depicted as beautiful made your mother mad. As did the questions about demons being depicted as ugly, twisted creatures. Popular culture and common depictions of these beings always contradicted the word of the Old Testament. God’s warriors were described as terrifying beings that a human mind couldn’t even begin to comprehend. And wouldn’t it make more sense for demons to be ethereally beautiful in order to lure you to sin? 

These thoughts float around your head, knocking into every corner of your consciousness as you try your hardest to wrap your head around these concepts. It wasn’t easy, trying to convince your deeply religious mother that she had gotten the Bible completely wrong. You had even met the business end of her wooden spoon quite a few times for asking these questions after Sunday School. 

Something moving just outside of your field of vision pulls your attention away from the worn pages in front of you. The movement was so quick, just a small flash of darkness in the corner of your dimly-lit room. You weren’t even sure you had actually seen it.

Playing it off as just a trick of tired eyes, you decide to call it a night. Punishments be damned, you need some sleep. Standing up from your desk, you head over to grab your rosary from your nightstand before kneeling beside your bed and closing your eyes. You began to recite the prayer of the rosary while closing your eyes, trying to keep your thoughts focused on the task at hand. But, again, as you try to focus, you can’t help but notice a feeling of being watched. 

It’s been like that for a while now. And you dare not bring it up to your mother for fear of her calling in the priest for yet another exorcism. The last one she had called in was enough to keep you from talking about these feelings with her. But that didn’t mean it didn’t unsettle you. 

After you finish reciting your prayers, you get yourself ready to sleep, opting to change into your favorite sleepwear: a pair of baggy basketball shorts and an oversized old t-shirt. You crawl into your bed after going about the rest of your routine, making sure to shut off all of the lights. 

You always felt more comfortable in complete darkness. Your mother always said it was because you were trying to hide your sinful thoughts from God. But in all honesty, it just made you feel more at home. 

As you were drifting off to sleep, you couldn’t help but ask one last question to God. Pondering if he could ever answer your questions about what angels truly look like. Pleading with him to show you just a little bit of proof that your understanding of His word was not wrong. 

As the calming tendrils of sleep grip your speeding thoughts, you drift off into a deep slumber. You don’t know how much time goes by before you are awoken by a sudden bright light in your room. It could have been only minutes, or it could have been hours. Time all seems relative to your sleep-laden brain. 

When your heavy eyelids manage to pry themselves open, you are met with a glowing figure in the corner of your room. Rubbing your eyes, you blink in surprise as something begins to slowly take form before you. A tall figure, lankly limbs complimenting a kindly face and long, stark-white hair. The eyes of the being before you are what truly catch your attention, though, the orbs looking like black opal set against the stark-white skin of their face. 

“Wh-who are you,” you manage to croak out, sleep constricting your voice and dryness making it hard to speak. The being chuckles at your surprise, taking a single step towards you as you back up until your back hits your headboard. The chuckle reverberates through your mind, sounding like a chorus of a thousand voices melding into one, low rumble. 

“You had asked your God to confirm your beliefs. I heard your calls and decided to answer. My name is Jophiel, the Angel of Knowledge.” Their voice once again floats through your head, filling your senses with something akin to a sedative. It is melodic, full, and sounds as if it is echoing off of the corners of your thoughts. You can’t help but lean forward, trying to get a better look at the ethereal beauty in front of you. 

“I wanted to know if Angels were truly humanoid beings, or if they looked as the Old Testament described them. Fiery beings with 6 wings and eyes covering their entire body, or as wheels of eyes meant to be His chariot. But you look nearly human. Is that your true form, Jophiel?” As you ask this, you inch even closer to the tall figure, eyes scanning and scanning, trying to see if you could find an answer to your questions in the many details of the angel’s body. 

Yet again, hearty laughter fills your thoughts. “As you wish, dear one. But do not be afraid of my true form. Some have been known to mistake us for demons.” You just nod at the soothing voice, your eyes now trained on those opalescent eyes. Before you could even register what was happening, the form of Jophiel begins to change. Where once a nearly-human figure was, now a much taller being stands. Six pearl-white wings are stretched out behind the large body. 

And that body. Oh, that heavenly body is covered from head to toe in those dark opal eyes, all of them fixated on you. You can’t take your gaze off of them as the moonlight reflects off of the many colors that are refracted. And your thoughts begin to swim. 

The first word that comes out of your mouth surprises even the all-knowing Angel of Knowledge. “Beautiful,” you mutter, standing up from the edge of your bed. You deftly walk towards the hulking figure, absentmindedly reaching out and running a finger along the shimmering feathers of one of the many wings the being holds. 

As you stand there before the angel, your mind continues to wander. You can’t help but feel completely attracted to the form before you, a warm knot forming in the pit of your stomach. You know you shouldn’t be feeling like this towards a heavenly being, but you can’t help it. They are just so damned beautiful.

As you continue to run your fingers along the beautiful iridescent feathers, Jophiel clears their throat, chuckling softly. “I can hear your thoughts, little one. And my, what a vivid imagination you have,” they whisper, reaching out a long limb to cradle your head and make you look into their main set of eyes situated on their face. You can feel your cheeks begin to heat up as you are pulled from your treacherous thoughts. 

“I-I’m sorry,” you begin to stammer out, unsure of what to do, but unable to look away from those captivating eyes. Their intense stare does nothing to quell the fire now burning in the pit of your stomach, spreading to each of your limbs and pooling between your legs. Damn you and your licentious thoughts. You are definitely going to hell for lusting after a Seraph. 

At that thought, another chuckle reverberates through the large angel, causing your cheeks to redden even further. If that was even possible. “Oh dear,” they coo, drawing a claw across your cheek. “You really think it is a crime to sin for an angel? If humans don’t sin, then Jesus died for nothing,” they say, causing your heart to double its pace. You can practically feel it as it quickens, the blood rush causing a cacophony of echoes in your ears. This is so embarrassing, but oh so enticing. 

Your throat feels dry as something akin to a smile spreads across your new companion’s face. Did they have a mouth before? You can’t remember, but you do know that you want to feel those lips against yours. After hearing that thought, the tall angel leans down, pressing a slow, soft kiss against your trembling lips. The sudden contact catches you off guard, a little whimper escaping your throat. Your reactions are just so precious, so adorable, that your angel can’t help but chuckle against, the sound coming from their throat instead of inside of your mind. 

You melt in their large, clawed hands like butter, reaching out to take grasp of anything you can find purchase on. Your fingers dig into flesh, and you can feel their multiple eyelids flutter under your fingertips. Good gracious, even just that small kiss has you weak in the knees. Your thoughts are more lewd than ever, the feeling of electricity basically frying any rational thought you had left in that empty little brain of yours. 

Jophiel pulls away, grinning widely at the pile of goo that you have become underneath their intense gaze. “You are so beautiful, love, it’s hard to hold myself back. It’s been a while since I’ve wanted to claim a human as my own. Of course, I do need permission first. So tell me, my dear, do I have your permission to make you my obedient little pet?” Their words are like a soft purr, causing your stomach to erupt in a stampede of butterflies. Not trusting yourself to speak, you simply nod your head. That is all that your angel needs, apparently, since within the blink of an eye you are scooped up in their large arms, pulled against their frame with their lips attacking yours. They are hungrier this time, and what you assume to be a tongue is licking at your bottom lip, impatiently asking for entrance. You blindly oblige, opening your lips and letting the strong muscle roam the inside of your warm mouth. The first thing that surprises you about Jophiel’s tongue is its size. It has to be at least as thick as your wrist!

The second thing that surprises you is what feels like a long row of bumps that run along either side of the large muscle. If you didn’t know any better, you would say that their tongue is completely covered in piercings from tip to base. And good God, it feels heavenly. You let out tiny whimpers, keeping enough of your wits about you to try to keep your noise down so as to not alert your mother. 

After what feels like forever, Jophiel pulls away, leaving behind your swollen lips wanting for more. You whine at the loss of contact, causing your partner to chuckle at you. “My sweet, be patient. Tell me, which form would you rather I take you in? Of course, I can be whatever you want, and I can lay claim to your adorable little body in whichever way you wish. Just say the word and poof, your fantasies are my command.” You feel a shiver run down your spine and a bunch of debauched thoughts run through your mind. 

But what you really want is for them to mark you as theirs while in their true form. Fill you up with whatever appendage angels truly have, be it their tongue, their unbelievably large fingers, or whatever appendage they wish to use. You just wish that this beauty would hurry up and fill up your needy holes with something. 

You don’t even have to voice your thoughts and within an instant, you are set down gently onto your bed, legs being spread wide for all of those lovely eyes to peer at. The many eyes are boring into your soaking wet core even though your shorts still cover you completely, a low growl ripping through Jophiel’s chest. “My beautiful human, so thoroughly ready for me to fuck you. Spreading your pretty legs so that I can make you all mine. I can’t wait to taste you and feel you squirm all over for me.” Hearing such words from the lips of an angel causes your body to set aflame all over again with lust. Why is it so fucking hot in this room? Before you could even think of removing any of your clothing, though, you feel the cool sensation of Jophiel’s tongue sliding up your inner thigh. 

You try to buck your hips at the foreign feeling, but one of their hands covers your entire torso, pressing you firmly to the mattress. Their tongue goes to work, sliding up and down your slick folds, eliciting downright sinful moans from those pretty lips of yours. Jophiel can tell that you are going to be such a fun little human to fully break and toy with. They stare at your face as they continue to tease your needy little hole, never once entering and only circling around your entrance while their free hand moves up to wrap around your throat. It doesn’t squeeze, just rests there, but the feeling of the claws against your jugular causes an unfamiliar jolt of lighting to pulse through your heated veins. 

The best part of having an angel eat you out is them still being able to talk while their mouth is preoccupied. They continue to whisper dirty words in your mind as they slowly tease you. Your mind hazes over with lust, your eyes bouncing between all of theirs that are trained on your face. You can’t seem to look away from the divine being between your legs, fingers moving to find any type of purchase on their head. You are surprised to find a pair of thick, curved horns sitting at the top that you hadn’t noticed before. And even more surprised when a purr emits from their throat and they suddenly plunge their tongue inside of your weeping cunt when you grab hold of their horns. 

“Go on baby,” they purr, voice reverberating through your empty mind as their tongue explored your depths. “Stroke my horns while I tongue-fuck your pretty little cunt. Make your angel feel good, precious,” they continue. Both of their large hands knead at your soft skin. You comply, clumsily sliding your hands up and down the rigid growths. You are rewarded with even deeper ministrations of your angel’s tongue, the tip finding that wonderful spot that makes your toes curl. They pump their tongue in and out of your greedy little hole while keeping the tip rubbing against that delicious spot deep inside.

This much pleasure quickly sent you over the edge. Sure, you’ve played with yourself before, but you’ve never actually reached an orgasm. So, your first rolled over you in waves. Jophiel didn’t even need to touch your pretty, swollen little clit, either. They groaned as your body spasmed around their tongue, but they didn’t stop. Instead, they continued tongue-fucking you, helping their precious little deviant ride out this mind-shattering orgasm. And what an honor it is to be the one to get you to that point.

When your body stops twitching and you are plastered in sweat, they slowed down, their hand moving to stroke your cheek adoringly. “You did so well, pet. Your cum tastes absolutely divine.” You can’t help but whimper at the praise, blushing brightly. And even if your thoughts are still reeling, you can’t help but wonder how long Jophiel will actually stay by your side. Another chuckle floats through your mind, causing you to blush even deeper. 

“Oh, love, I’m going to completely ruin you tonight. I’m going to make you so addicted to me that no human will ever compare and you’ll crave nothing but my divine pleasure. My good little fucktoy is what you will be, love.” Their words are so dirty, so unholy that it works you up all over again. They can feel your juices working up around their tongue, causing another guttural groan to leave those lovely lips of theirs. But instead of impaling you with their tongue again, the withdrawal. 

Slowly, their fingers hook into the hem of your shorts, pulling the loose garment off of your body and tossing them to the floor. And then your shirt follows, leaving you completely exposed and bare for your lovely angel to marvel at. Their fingers ghost over your body and you whimper at their touch, already needy for something to be fucking you. They stay kneeled before your bed, pulling your body down and throwing your legs over their broad shoulders. You’re now barely touching your bed, having to hold on to their horns to keep the strain off of your neck and shoulders. And without warning, their long, thick tongue probes at your cunt yet again. This time, while they delve deep into your slick folds, they pull you so close that you take so much more of tongue inside. 

Your second orgasm comes much quicker, the new stimulation sending you over the edge in a matter of minutes. They let you ride out your high before pulling away from you, grinning and licking your juices from their face greedily. They set you down back onto the bed to let you catch your breath. 

“Stroke me, baby, stroke my horns while I taste every single inch of your pretty little pussy,” they demand, and you follow along. Your fingers are wrapped around the large growths and you softly stroke the smooth surfaces from tip to base. As a reward for your ministrations, Jophiel moves their thumb to deftly play with your swollen little clit. It sends a whole new sensation through your body that has you throwing your head back and basically howling with pleasure. You can't even be assed to think about your mother sleeping in the room next door. Thankfully, Jophiel made it so that she can't even hear you.

You are panting at this point, grinding as hard as you can against Jophiel’s face. It feels so good that your mind goes completely blank. You can only think of their studded, strong tongue quickly fucking you and their rough thumb toying with your sensitive bud. 

And once you do, you shyly look at them, whimpering. “I… I want to make you feel good too, Jophiel. Pl-please teach me how to pleasure you,” you whisper, moving to sit up and place a trembling hand on the side of their face. A deep purr bubbles from their chest. 

“Very well, love. Tell me, do you want to try and pleasure a pretty pussy like your own or do you want to learn how to take my holy cock down your throat, baby?” They coo at you as you run the options through your head. You can’t decide which you would rather do, honestly, so you give a tentative “both,” causing an even deeper purr to resound from your godly lover. Without warning, they stand up and move over to the chair that sits by your desk, sitting down and spreading their legs for you. 

In front of you, their body contorts and you can see a large slit open up between their legs at the same time as an unbelievably large rod grows from where a clit should be. The sight of it causes your mind to go crazy. It’s just so fucking hot. You move over, immediately kneeling between Jophiel’s legs and looking up with hopeful eyes. The angel gently begins to teach you how to please them with both your hands and your mouth, and you quickly pick up on both ways. 

You continue to switch between two configurations of pleasing your lover. One of them being with your swollen lips wrapped around the head of their lovely cock and swirling your tongue around the sensitive ridge and then your fingers pumping in and out of their slippery wet cunt. The other is with your hand pumping their large member and letting your tongue and fingers explore their dripping folds together. They coo encouragement, egging you and encouraging you to hump yourself against their foot to try and get off while you please them. 

Soon, they grow even needier, as do you. And you want something to fill you up. Reading that thought, they gently pull your lips off of their cock and lean down, giving you soft little kisses. They then pick you up and stand up, heading back over to your bed. You are laid down on your back, lips never leaving yours. You hump the air, trying to get some friction between your legs, causing a deep chuckle to rumble through your lover’s chest. 

Your angel soon pushes the large tip of their monstrously-shaped cock against your entrance, testing out to see just how wet you were. And if you’d need a little extra help fitting it inside of you. They decide that your pussy is plenty wet enough to safely slide inside, and so they do. The tapered tip spreads your hole apart deliciously, causing you to take in a sharp breath of air. But they’ve barely even got the head inside when your body begins to tremble from the pleasure. They take it slow, speaking sweet praises into your swirling thoughts and slowly coaxing your body to relax. 

Once you are fully relaxed, they are able to slip their entire cock inside of you, stretching you out so much that it stings at first. You can feel every ridge and bump that is on their thick member. Jophiel keeps their hips deathly still as your legs slowly wrap around their waist. Sooner rather than later, you are begging for them to start moving, wanting the friction of their ridges scraping your walls. 

As Jophiel slowly begins to pull their cock out and push it back into your pretty little cunt, their hands roam your body, settling on your breasts. Deft fingers work over your nipples as a warm mouth begins to kiss from your jawline down to your neck. With enough patience, they soon get you comfortable enough to the point that they can begin to fuck you faster. Sharp, pointed teeth scrape your sensitive skin, sending even more waves of pleasure through your veins. Everything is overstimulating, but it feels too damned good to stop. The feeling of his balls slapping against your ass, his teeth sinking into your skin, his one hand moving to toy with your clit and the other continuing to toy with your nipples. You move to brush your fingers against the anchor joints of their first pair of wings, earning you a needy moan from your partner. Their movements get faster as they struggle to contain themself, wanting nothing more than to pound you into this bed and leave you a quivering, mess, your mind broken and needing for their holy cock. 

The two of you pleasure each other and orgasm after orgasm racks your body. You have no thoughts at this point, only focusing on the lovely pleasure that courses through your veins. And the words coming from Jophiel push you towards yet another orgasm. 

“Oh Lord, you are downright sinful, love. Your cunt feels so delicious, hugging my cock and sucking me in. You just love being fucked in front of the eyes of the Lord, don’t you, you sinful little whore? Such a good little whore, taking my holy cock so well. Coming for me just like a good little pet. I’m so close, love. Come with me, I want to feel your cum mix with mine. I want to fill your quivering little cunt with my seed and burn your body with the memory of my blessing.” As Jophiel continues to fuck themself into you, you can feel their words drive you over the edge, and they let out a low groan into your ear. 

“Such a good little whore, your pussy quivering around me. Goodness, I’m coming, love. Your hot, tight cunt is gripping me so hard that it’s milking every last drop of my cum. Don’t you love feeling me fill you up, love?” They talk to you as they start to shoot their hot load deep inside of your convulsing walls. The sticky, hot liquid causes your head to reel. And Jophiel doesn’t stop fucking you. Oh no, they have enough stamina to keep going all night long.

And that is exactly what they do, fucking your puffy little pussy until the first light of day breaks over the horizon. By then, you are both so thoroughly tired that Jophiel collapses on your bed beside you. They keep their cock inside of you, plugging up their several loads while you cuddle into their large, hot body. Most of the eyes had gone away to accomodate your touch, but the wings stayed, wrapping around the two of you and protecting you as you slept. Your body fit perfectly against theirs, your face tucked into the crook of their alabaster-white neck.

You are now a Seraph’s partner. Their mate. And this is only the beginning of your life of debauchery together. 

[pendarling]

The Angel & Their Lover 🕊️

Angel x Human

The window opened again that night. A soft breeze trickled in and pushed past the curtains onto the sheets. The darkest nights were always the loneliest, at least, to an Angel.

They don't remember when it started, but this nightly routine of visiting their unknowing lover became a habit. It was a human like no other they'd ever witnessed. A human with features so pleasing to the eyes and so gentle to their peers, they had never expected to see such a kind-hearted soul. It wasn't an instant magnetic attraction, but the Angel grew curious about this human's strange hobbies over time.

The Angel couldn't stop staring, whether it was the flick of their hair or the bite of their lip. Unlike most people, they spoke in a tone they'd never heard of before. It was so relaxing, yet so fitting and beautiful they couldn't quite put their finger on it, yet it drew them closer. So, they studied them carefully, analyzing everything humans did daily.

They were surprised to conclude that in their passion for looking further into this human, they had also fallen in love with them. That revelation left them feeling something warm in their chest, a sensation they couldn't describe at first, but now all the winged being could do was follow their dearest in all the places they possibly could since physically being with them wasn't possible.

Was an angel even supposed to feel this way? This bright smile couldn't be controlled while they tenderly admired their lover closely, watching them work as their Angel hummed a whisper of a song, hoping that their human could hear them calling. These daily ventures out to see them repeatedly left them with no answers. Yet, they persisted and stayed.

~~~

The sun sets earlier than usual in the winter season. Today, the Angel watched their precious lover work tirelessly throughout the day. They didn't wear gloves while walking outside for some reason, which worried them more when they noticed how the Human's hands reacted to the cold. It shook slightly, only a bit, but nothing more than that.

Their ghostly fingers leaned into their lover's. It would only slip through them, but imagining their fingers intertwined wasn't so bad. As the light began to reflect from the snow and their warm breath collided with the fresh cool winter air, the Human thought they spotted a twinkle from the corner of their eye. They paused momentarily and turned to see nothing but the endless white sea of frost.

The Angel, on the other hand, couldn't believe it. Just now, it almost felt as if their lover had sensed their presence because their eyes had met in this split second. It was only for a brief moment, but it captivated Angel.

There was a goal here, wasn't there? Something they were pursuing, and they couldn't let them get away. They had to figure out how to communicate with them immediately. There had to be a way. So, Angel had finally put it together and found a solution, even if it turned out to be temporary. They were thrilled when they discovered that angels could appear in a human form for a short time, during a particular time of day.

Angel settled down their heart as they prepared the items sprawled across the ground of an open area in a field. Angel waited patiently for the time set and the moon's light to reach them. They were eager to feel the transformation overtake their body as they held their hands up in prayer.

A soft glow penetrated through the night clouds and down to their figure. Angel felt a strange tingling in their body as the light cascaded evenly around them. It was a soft and delightful switch from their spiritual form to their mortal body and an exciting experience. A grin began to spread across their face as the thoughts of their lover took over their mind once again.

A whistle in the wind pushed them into opening their eyes and waking up the following day on that same frosty field they had performed their ritual.

Angel couldn't remember the events of last night, but a shadowy figure leaned down towards them.

Angel cracked their eyes open just a bit and was astonished to see that their Human had found them in such a dishevelled state. They quickly sat up and dusted off their clothes. They were dressed in light clothing that imitated the snow in colour, so the simple fact that their lover could so easily spot them was surprising enough.

The Human chuckled softly and lent a hand. "What's a sweet thing like you doing out here in the cold?"

Angel's cheeks began to burn again; all they could muster was a quick apology while trying to fix themselves.

When Angel got up and surveyed their landscape, they noticed it. How strange their Human's eyes appeared to be, the apparent look of knowing their smirk gave off and that aura of darkness and comfort drew them in.

Their Human was a Demon.

"You're-" Angel stopped to catch their breath. They couldn't believe their love and admiration for them had thrown off their sense of identifying a Demon.

"I'm a demon; I've noticed you have a knack for following the things you like, huh?" Their eyes sparkled with a hint of curiosity and intrigue. Angel blushed at their secret being revealed, but they felt a lightweight on their chest even more.

"I suppose you're going to tease me for this."

Demon rolled their eyes, "well, it's in my nature, but to tell you the truth, I loved having you as my lovely little stalker."

Angel took a deep breath and shook their head, "then why did you ignore me?" Angel was embarrassed; this was a mistake.

Their dearest looked over at them with another one of their unmistakable signature smiles. A soft and reassuring squeeze held tightly onto their frost-bitten hand.

"Why would I want to rob you of all that fun?"

~~~

MASTERLIST

[resisteverything]

I think it’s interesting that while Crowley spitefully calls Aziraphale “angel”, Aziraphale never calls Crowley “demon” in the same way. I think this is because “Angel” is such a positively charged term that it can at worst be teasing, but “demon” as a term said spitefully comes off as an insult.

So yeah. I have no bigger point here, I just thought about how Angel kind of sounds flirty as something to call someone, and came to this conclusion.

[3lectrify-my-heart]

the fact that tumblr, out of all places, lacks in biblically accurate angel x reader fics is... honestly disappointing in a way i wouldn't know how to explain

[monsterfuckabilitytournament]

submit more fuckable monsters here:

[mytragedyperson]

angels aren't supposed to fall in love with humans. This isn't because God thinks angels are better than humans. it's because, if an angel falls in love, it tends to be to an obsessive level. They don't take rejection very well. They're extremely loyal and devoted to their lovers, but this means if they're cheated on they tend to become even angrier than humans, a few times it's resulted in the death of both the cheater and the person they cheated with. And if their loved one loves them back and things work out? humans will die and they don't always go to heaven. this causes the angel to become depressed. the punishment for falling in love with a human tends to be banishment from heaven. it's harsh but most of the time the angels that fall in love with humans end up doing something that would cause them to become a fallen angel anyway. they're still allowed to love others though, as long as they're immortal. it's heaven's best kept secret that Lucifer himself was the first angel to fall in love with a mortal, a human, Eve.

IDK what this is. I've been thinking about angels falling in love with humans and it ending badly for a while now. The idea of an angel falling in love with a human and becoming somewhat of a yandere. They'd never physically hurt the human they're in love with, and they don't mean to cause any other harm but they just love so much, with so much loyalty and devotion. They feel everything so strongly. They try not to get jealous and to remain professional but it's so hard to do when they just want to keep the human with them for as long as they can, to prolong their death as much as they can. and then there's the idea of a human figuring this out and purposely making the angel fall in love with them, knowing they'll always be protected or hoping they'll grant them immortality or something. Just a dark romance with an angel falling in love with a human and, as a result, becoming a fallen angel.

[pink-sunrise-56]

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🕊️6 am no sleep, listening to religious trauma songs while trying to find angel lover (monster lover) stories or one shots 🕊️ running off of spaghetti, oatmeal chocolate cookies, orange juice and water bitchs forgot to take meds earlier today 🤩

[flowerbetweenfangs]

Lips of an Angel

No content warning, just good old fashioned m/m love.

Originally posted on A03

Will sighed and stretched his arms above his head as he watched his computer screen switch off. Pulling out his cellphone, he clocked out for the day. Rubbing his temples, he leaned back in his chair.

Another week of work done. The sweet release of the weekend dangled in front of him. And by release, it would be another friday and saturday at the bar, nursing cocktails and inhaling greasy food that was probably doing worse things to his body than the alcohol.

But it was routine at this point. He found himself putting on his sneakers and pulling on his jacket. Keys and wallet already in his pocket, he sighed. Pulling out a ponytail holder, he pulled back his hair. He’d have to get it cut soon. The work from home life had him starting to be sloppy with his looks.

The bar was up the street from his apartment. It was a small hole in the wall that served its purpose: getting people drunk and their inhibitions lowered. Everyone was there to have a good time, maybe take it back to their place.

It was a dimly lit room, smoke from the kitchen wafting over to anyone who decided to sit across from the bartender. Jo gave him a nod of acknowledgment, hands moving dexterously as she mixed something for the man in front of her. Once she filled the glass, he took it with thanks, sliding his payment to her, then leaving a folded up bill in the tip jar. The amount of green made Will almost envious.

“Your usual, Will?” She asked, grabbing bottles to start the mix.

“You know it.” He smiled, then sat close to the wall. Turning toward the bar, he saw a few people playing pool. A couple of newcomers, an older man and someone young enough to be his son. The older man was white haired, with rosary beads hanging out of his pocket. But despite the religious item, he wore a simple black t-shirt and blue jeans, leather wristbands fastened up his arms.

The younger’s hair was ash blonde, pulled back into a tail, wire framed glasses covering his eyes, the dim light making quite a glare. His clothes clung to his body, showing off a muscular physique. Tan athletic tee, with dark jeans. When he bent over to line up his shot, quite a few heads turned or necks craned. As the cue slid back and forth between his thumb and forefinger, Will noticed an eye tattooed on the back of his hand.

Will felt the glass hit his fingers, and it jostled him out of his staring. Picking up the drink, he tilted it to Jo and then started to sip at it.

“You got any change?” A voice drawled next to him.

A woman stood next to the jukebox, her hair curtained around her face. Her cheeks were flushed. She was in a blue sundress, with leaves patterned up and down the skirt.

“Sorry.” He shook his head. “But there’s a card reader.” Taking another sip, he tapped the bar. Jo whirled around and called out an order to the cook. The hiss of the deep fryer was loud, drowning out all the chatter in the bar.

They could use some tunes. Will left his drink and went to the jukebox and flipped through the songs.

“Can I make a request, Mr. DJ?” The woman asked. Her eyes were icy blue, sending a chill up his spine. The all too familiar hunger that set him on edge.

“One song,” He said, holding up a finger. No need to cause a scene if she was being polite.

She pouted, but nodded. The chill went from his spine to his stomach, and formed a weight that made him feel uneasy. He’d be sticking to the bar and Miss Jo, it seemed.

After making a playlist, Will stepped back and caught another look at the pair playing pool. They were chatting, with the older guy waving. After a moment, he went and put the cue back, before heading out the door.

Going back to the bar, Will sat and sighed. There was now a heaping plate of nachos next to the half empty drink. He took a few bites and washed them down with the rest of his cocktail.

“So, what does a guy gotta do for fun around here?” The stranger’s voice made Will straighten and turn around on the barstool.

“You’re probably in the most lively spot.” Will admitted. The woman had gone to the other side of the bar, talking to a pair of men. The hair on the back of Will’s neck stood up.

“Hmm.” The stranger picked up a pale ale, sipping it. He leaned on the bar. His eyes were hazel, but looked almost golden in the dim room. “Well, that’s good then. I like the quiet.” Setting down the bottle, he held out his hand to Will.

“Thomas.” The eye on the back of his hand seemed to glower at the other occupants of the bar.

“Will.” He returned the handshake, the cold from the bottle clinging to the stranger’s hand. “Just moved here?”

“Passing through for work,” Thomas sat down on the barstool, swiveling it back and forth and sipping from the ale. “But I wanted to see if there was fun to be had while I was here.”

“Am I giving off that much of a vibe?” Will chuckled, taking his freshly filled drink.

“Huh?” Thomas asked, arching a brow.

“... Nevermind.” Will shook the plate of nachos. “But the way, these are to die for.”

Thomas picked up a chip with a heaping amount of cheese and meat on it. Most of the liquid dribbled onto his fingers. He ate it, before noisily sucking on his fingers.

Now that was just unfair. Will turned toward the bar, trying to subtly hunch over.

“A little salty for my taste, but the meat’s good enough,” Thomas said, sticking out his perfectly pink tongue and winking. He finished off his ale and then called for Jo.

“Let me get another drink, and one for him.”

Will fumbled with Thomas’ shirt, pulling it over the man’s head. A silver cross swung back and forth, a braided cord holding it around his neck. It seemed to be engraved, but Will’s eyes were elsewhere, hungrily looking over the body behind it. This wouldn’t be the first time he’d done things one would consider sacrilegious while people wore their holy symbols.

He’d personally left the faith a long time ago.

Their lips crashed together again, Thomas’ fingers twisting in his hair. That perfectly pink tongue pushed its way into Will’s mouth.

The taste of the pale ale was faint, which put Will a little more at ease. At least Thomas wasn’t blind drunk. They hadn’t been knocking back drinks, but it was always a gamble he hated taking when he took someone home.

Glasses askew, Thomas slipped his hands under Will’s shirt and slid it up. Lips trailed across his chest and stomach. Skin prickling and nipples pebbling, Will let out a groan. Back to his front door, Will eyed his bedroom.

Thomas had another eye tattoo on his left pec, right below his nipple, and another above his navel. It was odd, but at least it wasn’t anything hateful.

Readjusting his glasses, Thomas gave a soft chuckle. “I’ll admit, when I saw the woman eyeing you up at the bar… I knew I had to make my move.”

“Well, I’m glad you did.” Will pressed their bodies together. Scorching hot flesh, stomach, chest, hips…

Thomas dropped to his knees, starting to unbuckle Will’s belt. His hands were moving so fast, Will barely had time to react.

“Hold it!” Will put the heel of his palm to Thomas’ forehead. The motion seemed to stun him. Slowly, he looked up.

“What?” The tip of Thomas’ tongue poked out of his lips. It waggled back and forth, taunting him with what it would be doing shortly.

“Sorry, I’m a bit anal about this… No pun intended.” Will rolled his eyes at the wording and staggered out of Thomas’ grip to the bedroom. He was so hard it was hurting to walk. Every bit of friction from his clothing was agony on his cock.

When he pulled open the drawer on the nightstand, he retrieved a condom and a bottle of lube. He’d have to go out and buy more of both soon.

Thomas hung in the doorway, studying Will with crossed arms. His amber eyes flashed with lust. The piercing gaze made Will’s cock twitch, a wet spot forming on the fabric of his pants. God, he needed to fuck this man soon.

“You put that on…” Thomas said, walking over and slipping a hand into Will’s waistband. “I’ll take these off.” He unbuckled the belt, his eyes never leaving Will’s.

Once the pants hit the floor, Thomas eased down Will’s briefs. His quickly dampening head was already poking out of the waistband. Precum dribbled from the tip as the fabric slid down his thighs.

Slipping on the condom, Will sat on the bed. Thomas moved between his knees, parting them. His mouth wrapped around Will’s length, taking it in easily. As he bobbed his head back and forth, he caressed Will’s balls and stroked his thigh.

It was heavenly. Will tilted his head back and let the sensation roll over him. The hot and wet mouth did its job, making him feel the pleasure as though the condom wasn’t even there.

“If you’re this good all the time,” Will panted, pressing his hand on Thomas’ head to make him take it to the back of his throat. “I hope your job relocates you here.” Rocking his hips, he thrust upward.

Opening his mouth wide, Thomas gagged, the sensation nearly making Will explode. Drawing his head back, he looked up at Will, as if asking for approval. His lips came off the cock, before he began to trail his tongue up and down the shaft.

“Too much at once?” Will asked, feeling his cheeks burn. He cupped Thomas’ cheek, putting a thumb to his lips.

Thomas gave a quick nod, giving Will’s length a few strokes. His shoulders and chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. The lust seemed to be gone, but his actions weren’t slowing. Metal glinted as the cross swung back and forth.

“Be a little more gentle with me, please?” Lips went back to the tip, tongue swirling.

Burying his fingers in the nearly white hair, Will made a fist and pumped back and forth, making sure to be slower. Thomas’ mouth was tight and warm. The sucking sent a pleasant buzz through Will’s body.

“Your mouth feels really good,” Will moaned, tilting his head back. “You suck as well as you smooth talk.”

The chuckle that came from Thomas nearly brought Will to a climax. He managed to control himself. All this edging was going to do a number on him. Sweat formed on his upper lip and brow as his shoulders began to itch.

“What time is it?”

The question made Will shake his head. Fogs of lust muddled his brain, making it hard to register what was being asked.

“Ermm…” He fumbled for his phone, managing to grab it. Thomas’ mouth never left his cock, the sucking seeming to grow harder and faster. Clenching, Will managed to keep himself from cumming, despite Thomas’ best efforts.

It was nearly 3 am. They’d left right after last call. He hoped that he wasn’t keeping Thomas up too late. Then again, what even was Thomas’ job? Would lack of sleep affect it?

Thomas pulled himself off Will, panting hard. Rubbing his jaw, he looked at the erection, as if pondering what to do.

“Do you want to stop and leave?” Will peeled off the condom, more pre cum drooling out the tip of his cock. He hoped the answer was no.

“Just wanted to know…” Thomas panted, his fingers resting on his fly. “Do you… Want me to leave?”

Will shook his head. “Just got caught off guard by the question, is all.” He got a fresh condom as Thomas slipped off his pants.

He was wearing black briefs, which he quickly tugged off. The black eye gave way to golden hair on his groin. His cock was dripping, twitching with his heartbeat. Like the rest of his body, it was glistening with sweat.

The erection rubbed against him as Thomas’ lips crashed into Will’s again. Hand stroking Will’s length, Thomas let out soft moans.

Reaching out, Will stroked Thomas’ tip and shaft, getting a few whimpers and more precum dribbling down his fingers. Parting their kiss, Thomas bit his lips, squeezing his eyes shut as he thrust into Will’s grip.

“I almost don’t want you to let me go.” Chuckling nervously, he smiled and licked his lips. Panting hard, he let himself rub against Will’s grip a little longer. Warm breath tickled Will’s mouth as Thomas stared at his covered cock.

Straddling Will’s thighs, he kissed his lips, his neck, and the v of his collarbone. His thumb brushed against the curve of Will’s jaw, before he pulled back.

Thomas laid on his stomach, spreading his legs. His ass was perfectly round and muscled, his thighs thick and firm. Between this and his face, it was hard to pick which to look at.

Will lubed himself up, easing a finger into Thomas. Hissing with pain, Thomas clenched, making a fist into the sheets. Despite wanting to yank himself back, Will pulled out slowly. He prayed he wasn’t taking some poor stranger’s first time.

“Easy…” Will urged. “You’re gonna pull something.” Or break his finger. A trip to the hospital would have been a bad way to end the night.

“Sorry,” Thomas let go, taking in deep breaths. “Believe it or not, I don’t do this often.” He chuckled softly, the sound sending that pleasant buzz through Will again. His cheeks were bright red, although there was plenty of blood to keep him rock hard.

Will nodded, leaning over Thomas’ body. Through his fingertips, he could feel Thomas’ heart racing. Trailing his nails over Thomas’ back, Will felt the gooseflesh forming.

Easing his digit back into Thomas, he slipped it back and forth. Thomas let out whimpers, grabbing one of the pillows and burying his face into it. Even muffled, the noises drove Will crazy. His cock felt like it was about to rip through the condom.

Adding another helping of lube, Will lined himself up.

“Just let me know if you want to stop,” His lips brushed against Thomas’ ear as he spoke. Thomas let out a shuddering breath in response, wriggling his ass as Will.

As he slipped inside, Thomas gasped. Grabbing the sheets again, he kept a white knuckled grip as Will pushed in deeper. He was tight as the fist he was making.

“Fuck…” Will brushed hair from his eyes, giving his hips a few test rocks. Thomas gasped at the motion.

“Keep going,” Thomas grunted. “I can take it…”

Placing his arms on either side of Thomas, Will began to thrust. Thomas yelped, burying his face into the pillows again. Closing his eyes, he continued to rock back and forth, letting sensation take over.

Thomas’ gasps turned from pained to excited, then slipped into moans. Will increased his speed, thrusting harder and deeper, pressing himself completely onto Thomas. Their skin was slick with sweat, their bodies slipping over one another. Seizing Thomas’ hair, Will turned his head back, their lips meeting.

Moaning into his mouth, Thomas nibbled on Will’s lip, before tossing back his head Will seemed to hit the right spot. His whole body clenched, jizz spurting from his cock.

The motion made Will grunt, and he finally let himself go over the edge. Even with the condom, he could see some white fluid on Thomas’ ass. Slowly, he eased himself out. Thomas’ body completely collapsed onto the bed, his hair falling around his head in a halo. A few strands clung to his temple, which Will found himself kissing.

“Let's get you cleaned up…” He muttered into Thomas’ brow.

In the darkness, a pair of eyes fell onto Thomas. He could feel them. Will’s sleeping form was in the crook of his elbow, dark hair falling over his chest. Tracing his thumb over Will’s shoulder, Thomas looked back and forth.

Then, he saw the icy blue eyes in the window. Wisps of brown hair twisted in the wind. The eye on the back of Thomas’ hand opened, a beacon of white piercing through the darkness. The cross around his throat changed into a dagger, the leather cord forming the hilt. At the sight of the gleaming metal, the demon’s features twisted and it let out a soundless scream.

It spiraled and turned into the shadows, vanishing as the first rays of dawn began to peek through the window.

He’d brought the people of this quiet town another night of peace. And he was fine with that.

[bookish-monster]

BOOK REC

Exodus 20:3

by Freydís Moon - find them on Twitter, Instagram, and TikTok

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Exodus 20:3 is a standalone love story centered around Diego, a Mexican-American trans man, and the relationship he forges with a Brazilian angel named Ariel as they refurbish an abandoned church in New Mexico together. It’s a beautiful blend of queerness and religious eroticism that comes in at around 100 pages on my Kindle edition, and has been recently updated with a new cover (see above) that is absolutely gorgeous. There is prayer, body worship, divinity kink where the divinity is no fantasy, hemipenes, and more eyes and teeth and wings than humans are used to experiencing in their love affairs. I absolutely loved it.

A note about body terminology for trans readers: Diego’s genitalia (he has had top surgery but not bottom surgery) is referred to using feminine terms such as “cunt” and “clit.” Some trans readers might find this dysphoria-inducing or otherwise upsetting.

Diego is what many people would call “troubled.” He does camming out of desperation for money, has recently quit using opiates illegally, and is struggling to deal with his mother’s disappointment once she found out about the latter through Diego crashing a car and getting sent to jail once the cops found said opiates inside the car. Basically, he’s not having a fun time as the family disappointment, so he reluctantly agrees to his mother’s plan for him to earn enough to pay her back for his bail money via refurbishing the church in New Mexico.

Ariel is the church’s caretaker. Diego is attracted to him from the jump, but that attraction is tempered with the wariness of a prey animal who has been hunted down and abused one too many times. Diego isn’t used to tenderness or genuine love from his sexual partners, and he isn’t interested in getting mixed up with someone and used in ways that don’t make him happy in the long term. I really loved how complicated Diego is—he’s tough as nails because the world hasn’t treated him gently, but also desperate for real affection because of how love-starved he’s become over the years. 

Ariel isn’t smothering when offering that affection, nor parental in caring for his new laborer. Initially, he comes across as enigmatic and perfunctory, reclusive and emotionally distant. But as he insists on digging into Diego’s past, so too does Diego start putting the pieces together and realizing that Ariel isn’t quite the man he seems. During their first sexual encounter with each other, consent is kind of iffy, but it gets talked about later between the characters. The sex scenes are lavish and drawn out, abstracted by Freydís’ beautiful prose into things elegantly rendered yet primal in their intensity.

The writing in this novelette is exquisite, by the way. Freydís has a command of language that I’m nakedly envious of, and there were multiple points where I stopped to re-read certain passages just to savor the taste of them, as well as the beautiful wordplay and turns of phrase. I keep a list on my phone of 1-2 sentence snippets I read in various places that are too good not to write down, and that list gained several entries from this book.

Finally, I really liked Exodus 20:3’s frank discussions of trauma and oppressive systems. As a Mexican-American, Diego is no stranger to the violence constantly forced upon brown bodies by the United States government, and as a trans man he’s equally familiar with transphobic violence from cis people. Although Freydís makes absolutely zero attempts to gloss over or divert attention from real-world issues inherent to their characters’ identities, nothing ever felt hopeless. Diego is initially very cynical, but as his relationship with Ariel evolves so too does he undergo a change of heart toward the nature of faith. You can get a side of religious philosophy with your steamy monster fucking in this book, if you choose to accept it. 

Overall, I really enjoyed this book and cannot recommend it enough to anyone who’s in the mood for queer Latino romance stories. I can say with confidence that nobody who chooses to pray at Freydís’ altar will be left unsatisfied.

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[otpcompendium]

One morning the top pane of A's window inexplicably shatters, spiderwebs creeping down the glass seemingly out of nowhere. On the same day, they encounter B, a strangely angelic figure who claims to have moved in to the apartment upstairs. When they go to welcome the new neighbor, the upstairs apartment is empty, but over the course of the next few weeks more and more strange things start to happen in A's apartment, and B keeps inexplicably showing up in unexpected places at the perfect times.

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