#Angelus x reader

[starchants]

hi! i don’t know if you write for angel (btvs) but could you maybe write dating angel hcs? sfw & nsfw?

angel / angelus x neutral!reader ; dating headcanons.

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themes + warnings ; potentially a warning for stalking but like in the way that we see he does with buffy like idunno if that qualifies as stalking but i’m mentioning it, technically i refer to angelus (my bby) as well, some violence but like it’s protective angel and oh yeah a small bit of NSFW CONTENT.

author’s note — hi my lil starling <3! i do most certainly write for angel, i hope you enjoy <3! p.s. i’ve studied and have so many headcanons in my own mind about angel (and angelus) from over the years and some get displayed here but i can explain more in another post if you or anyone else wants !!

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oh the moment he saw you, he was hooked and angelus who was so far hidden back in his mind had let his obsessive qualities come full force into angel.

everywhere at night since then, if he ever caught your scent or saw you, he would ✨ politely ✨ follow you around to make sure you felt and were safe. god help anyone who made you not feel safe at all, excluding him.

this man, even without fully having met you as of yet, would physically harm or potentially “accidentally” kill someone if they dare touch you even with a slight bumping into you or make you even the slightest bit uncomfortable.

realistically as i’ve noticed in btvs and angel the series + my own personal headcanon, angelus isn’t a 100% gone like they tend to try and portray in both series. sure like angel has his soul most of the time but that anger? how he moves or snaps when he loses his mind? how he seems to not entirely be himself when he loses control? that’s all angelus in my opinion. i personally headcanon had angel knows that angelus is always lurking in the back of his head, which is why he’s always in there, and angel is afraid of him coming out but as we’ve seen in both series that he basks in people referring to him as angelus sometimes and gets cocky about it.

so we move on with the knowledge that angelus is a sneaky bastard hiding in angel’s mind and sometimes pulling the strings 🫡

the obsession that angel has with you is completely different than his obsession with drusilla. he wouldn’t want to make you crazy or do anything to harm you. in fact, it’s the opposite, he wants to keep you safe from everybody and everything but also let you shine like the prettiest diamond in the dirty rough world that you’ve found yourself in.

the moment that he officially meets you and gets to see your pretty eyes staring into his own, the pretty smile upon your face, and your sweet voice talking to him ; he feels like this is perfectly meant to be. that you were meant for him and him only. he gets even more possessive and cocky about you from this moment forward. i’m referring to him being cocky as in, when buffy chose angel over riley and he smugly made that face at riley as he followed buffy like a puppy out of the room.

speaking of like a puppy, he tends to act that way with you! he’s your sweet good old boy who has playful tendencies and some anger problems but he does good if you try to teach him how to behave. after all, when he was alive as liam, he wasn’t exactly the nicest person to anybody let alone any partner. but he’s learned over the years, both with his soul and without it as angelus, that he has to be better when attempting to care. you are the only one who gets to teach him and show him how to be a good lover as you notice he’s trying, not to mention he will open up and explain how he was prior to you with his past relationships.

you like gifts? he’ll be very good at gifting you random things that he finds and knows you like or that you may potentially like based on what he knows about you. considering he listens and hangs on to every word that you say even if it’s a joke. if you like written love letters? oh my goodness this man has got you. he can say some of the most romantic things to you in his letters plus it’s more “old school” and easy for him to do. you’ll get some heavy devotion confessed in those letters so you better keep them in that pretty little wooden box that he buys you once he realized you left those letters by your bed <3

he’s a very gentle lover to you and not super controlling over you but he does know how to manipulate you / persuade you if he desperately needs to but you can usually tell and i feel like you’d call him angelus when he tries to do that. both himself and angelus are at your beck and call, even if neither one of them could admit it. now i can ramble on about soft angel and soft angelus some more but i feel like we should briefly get into some of the other good nsfw stuff 😈

angel is always in control no matter how hard you try to be in control. he is so used to being in control whenever he was angelus that he grasps at being in control over you whenever you have sexual relations, outside of that basically you are in control.

i feel like angel is a very gentle lover and of course definitely is experienced which can lead into him being a lot to take in / wrap your head around as he can be overwhelming with how much devotion and love he gives you. he pays nearly so much attention to you, it may freak you out with how sensitive he is when it comes to your micro expressions and movements. his goal is to ensure that you experience everything in the most euphoric sense.

angelus is a good boy once you break him down enough, and as i previously stated, happens to always be in control and if you take your time along with playing his games you will be rewarded overtime with him being your good boy to treasure. angelus wants you to perceive his role in life and break him down, play games with him, leave him sounding like a depraved lunatic man for you.

the pair of them love you so much and would do anything for you, especially in bed, just let them love you how they see fit damnit!

[acciofictionalmen]

bait - ANGELUS (btvs)

(angelus x female!reader one-shot)

summary : in a desperate attempt to catch angelus, the scoobies send you in as bait.

a/n: i don't usually write darker pieces of writing such as this, so lmk what you think ! :)

warnings : gets a bit spicy, sexual references, strong language used, angelus hurts reader, mention of blood, a sprinkle of yandere, kinda angsty?? 14+

"Angel?" You said uncertainly, pushing open the door to his apartment. It was unlocked.

The silence felt consuming, and you swallowed anxiously as you took small steps inside.

His bed was untidy, duvet strewn across the floor, "I came to ask for help, there's a demon-"

"(Y/n)? You're back?" He walked in after you. You forced yourself not to wonder whether he had been following you or not.

His voice startled you and you failed to suppress a flinch. You hadn't seen him like this yet, had only heard the chilling stories that Giles and the others had told you full of the details of what he was capable of. Buffy had been determined to keep you far away from Sunnydale, from the soulless demon, to hide you and ensure your safety. You had been face to face with Angelus before, and it hadn't turned out well. But things had changed, your situation had changed, and your friends needed help to defeat him. No matter the cost.

He looked almost exactly the same as always, except his brown eyes were filled with faux concern. "Are you okay?"

Angelus advanced towards you as your eyes flitted to the clock on the wall opposite. Seven and a half minutes. Then Buffy would be here, and Angelus would be caught and restrained. A couple of minutes. You could do that.

Yet you hadn't entirely been sure of your friends' plan- luring Angelus into one place would surely be something the two-and-a- half century old demon would expect. But your friends - Buffy especially - were desperate, and it seemed that the vampire couldn't resist an opportunity to spend time with you. To kill you, was your assumption. He had made it clear from the start that he delighted in these small games that you all played. What worried you was that he always left as the winner.

"Yeah, I have to write an article on Sunnydale's history; I'm an intern now at the Sunnydale Press." You explained, your confidence increasing, "I figured you could help. I arrived this morning and the others weren't home so.." You trailed off, uncertain if he'd bought it. You were doing a terrible job at pretending and you knew it, but the others insisted that it should be you who stalled Angelus. In the past he had always been slightly more lenient in a situation where you were involved.

"I thought you needed help with a demon?" He jested, and your heart dropped. He knew, and you were fucked. But there was nothing left to do except play along.

The vampire slowly advanced and you moved backwards, "Yes, uh, an article on the history of demons in Sunnydale."

Your back hit Angel's wardrobe, and the man opposite you smiled.

"I've never liked liars." He said absentmindedly, finger lifting your chin as he observed you. The fear in your eyes was evident and he inhaled your scent, distress seeping from your pores. "Tell me, (Y/n)," He began, closing what little distance was left between you. If he had been human, you would've been able to feel his breath hitting your face. You shivered. "-and don't lie," he continued, "do you ever think about me?"

You struggled against him, "Angel I-"

"Don't say his name," Angelus spat through gritted teeth as his hands harshly grabbed your wrists, keeping you firmly in place. "And feel free to keep struggling, precious, but just do it a little more to the left." He groaned.

You didn't respond, breathless and feeling nauseous. The both of you knew that you could easily resist him more if you tried, but Angelus knew that despite what you told yourself you didn't want to.

"At night, when you're in your small double bed, cushions propped up around you, hair down, head leant against the headboard, heart racing, in your thin, thin silk dress," He paused as though he were imagining it right then and there, imagining the fabric, imagining how when it hit the moonlight it was practically see-through, "the one in that pretty shade of periwinkle," his eyes found yours again, and you swore they darkened. You were shaking under his touch, terrified at the prospect of this, monster watching you when you were most vulnerable. During moments you had thought you were alone. Private moments. And how had he even known where your friends had hidden you? "-do you ever think about me?" He repeated, pressing into you as a warning that if you dared to lie, to even consider it, he would know. The frail, wooden wardrobe shook at the movement.

"Yes." You whispered, barely audible, eyes focused on anything but his face.

He removed his hand from your left wrist and tilted your jaw so that your eyes were forced to look into his brown ones. Angel's eyes, yet lacking Angel's warmth.

"Good, good." He dragged the words out as his tongue darted out to lick his lips.

Your eyes fell to his mouth, then hurriedly went back to his eyes. He was smirking, he'd noticed.

"And how," his face morphed into a vampire's, "does it make you feel?"

Tears brimmed in your eyes as he grinned, revealing his fanged teeth. A warning. It was pointless- his teeth would end up buried in your neck no matter what you said.

"Good." A salty tear fell onto your cheek, which he instantly swiped away with his thumb. "And I hate myself for it." You mumbled, voice breaking. You had always had an attraction to Angel, even during his relationship with Buffy, and the shame of it was suffocating. She had never been anything but good to you, and you had repaid her by stealing glances at Angel whenever you thought no one was looking.

However now it became clear that someone had been.

"What was that?" Angelus lowered his fangs towards your neck at a tantalisingly slow rate. As though he meant to drag out the pain, to burn this memory into your brain.

Your eyes fluttered closed in preparation as you whispered, "I hate myself for it every, day."

A small scream left your mouth as the door to Angel's apartment was broken off its hinges, clattering onto the floor only inches away from where the two of you were. Buffy.

Angelus slowly pulled himself off of you. As a result of the interruption, his fangs had only managed to puncture the top layer of skin, leaving behind two red dots that quickly began to pool with blood. Angelus licked the smudge of red off of his fangs, making a show of savouring the taste.

Your best friend and mentor, the slayer, began to fight the vampire as you tried to help at every possible opening, but it was no use. He easily escaped.

Your neck on fire, you gently brushed the tips of your fingers against it, pulling your hand away to see them coated in crimson blood. Something told you that Angelus would be back for more.

thank you for reading!! lmk your thoughts <33

[prose-for-hire]

lowkey incompatible words but could you do Angelus + affection please?

A/n: I do actually enjoy writing Angelus and I tried my very best to aim for affection lol !!

Warning for blood and killing mention and Angelus stuff, vamp reader, thanks for this love I enjoyed it !! 💖

Love and honour were hellish words to him. Tenderness was weakness in his eyes. He hated Spike and Drusilla’s affection because it was a distraction. He had plans, big plans and they managed to get their feelings involved and mess it all up.

But when he found you it was impossible to stay away. He had found his own distraction, his own weakness. You drove him crazy, he hated you because he wanted you more than anything on Earth. He needed you, his mind thinking only of you.

You were his favourite obsession. His perfect weakness. He craved you the way he craved blood. The way he craved destruction and all evil deeds.

You were already sired and as bad as they come, looking to find yourself something exciting to fill your eternity with on the Hellmouth. And boy did you find it, just… not quite in the way you expected.

Angelus was cruel and there was a certain art to his brutality. You had never seen anyone (undead included) that took such pleasure from killing so indiscriminately. He drew you in, the danger excited you.

What you didn’t bank on was a need for connection within. A loyalty that somehow extended beyond himself. Only for you.

It twisted him up inside. Liking you was wrong to him but it made him want to do it more. After trying every mortal sin he only had his own nature left to explore.

He turned hot and cold with you when he caught himself softening, his anger at you for making him this way burned like fire. It hurt, but God did he make up for it with his affection.

He doted, he truly did. He kept you by his side always. He took you out anywhere you wanted to eat, you got your pick of the very best and freshest blood Sunnydale had to offer. He tortured anyone that tried to get close to you and he protected you in every way he could from the Slayer.

He killed for you. He went against his very nature for you. And it would only ever be you.

One night, you stayed in bed the entire time, feeding only on leftovers when he was usually so amped to kill fresh each night. His arm lazily around your shoulder as he pulled you close. He pressed kisses against your jaw and your neck, nipping and grazing against what had once been your pulse point.

“Nights like these, I feel for you”

He whispered against your skin, a sudden rough grasp at your limbs at what had tumbled from his mouth. You acted as if you hadn’t heard and he allowed himself to feel again.

He pressed kisses that would have been pure from any other mouth into your bare skin, a poison that you would never need an antidote for settled where your soul had been. It would only be filled by him.

You were his best distraction. The only one that he allowed his possession turn to affection.

[smuttyfandomgalore]

Angelus x Reader 

NSFW

You hadn’t meant to wander out on your own but you needed a break from the music of the bronze. Your sister’s emotions were driving you mad and the fresh air would do you good. Well, that’s what you thought anyway. It seemed fate wasn’t on your side as the soulless version of your sister’s boyfriend not so gently pushed you in the alley. The fear that shot through you was unlike anything before as those dark eyes of his found your bright blue ones. “What’s a little lamb like you doing out?” Angelus purred into your ear as he pushed you against the wall. The little black dress of yours doing nothing to hide you as the material moved up.

“Let me go.” You whispered out as he only moved closer to you. Both your chests brushed against each other and you blamed the cold air as your soft nipples began to pebble. “You really want me to?” He purred as his larger hand moved to grab at your breast. A soft gasp easily escaped you. Your hand moved to his muscled chest that the black silk shirt clutched at. You tried to push him away but your strength was no match for him. “I still haven’t heard you say so.” He purred; his fingers moving over your aroused nipples and gave you a sharp pinch. “You know, Angel saw you looking at him.”

“Looking at him?” You softly whispered out; becoming trapped with those dark eyes of his whilst his hand never stopped roaming. He moved one of his up and down your sides with your dress moving up to your hip. The matching, black lace underwear had him chuckling. “The night he stayed over.” Angelus purred. “He wanted to fuck you right there in your little silk nightie.” He continued to whisper darkly into your ear as you softly gasped. His hand slowly moved up your inner thigh. “He would have as well, but Buff got there first.” His taunting became cruel now as he continued. “Story of your life though.” Angelus hummed.

You tried to move from his hold but he only pushed you against the wall some more. “But you are my favourite.” He whispered. Angelus was whispering everything you had wanted to hear from Angel, well, from anyone in your life. God, you were so pathetic, you thought to yourself as you locked eyes with him once more. “I am?” You whispered out as you arched into him. His larger hand finally moved in between your legs and cupped your soaked pussy. Your panties were completely wet and his smirk only had you blushing even more. Angelus nodded with a soft hum; he’d gotten you exactly where he wanted you in a few short words.

But Angelus was many things and a liar wasn’t one of them. Not that he would say that to you. His fingers slowly moved up and down your clothed lips whilst his thumb circled your clit. “Hmm, I think you want this.” He purred and leaned in. You nearly whimpered as your lips brushed against his. You softly nodded your head and nudged into his neck as his hand finally slipped into your panties. His larger hand cupping your soaked pussy. “Good girl.” Angelus purred; nibbling on your neck now with a smirk spreading across his face. His fingers slowly teased your soaked lips some more. His free hand moved to gently stroke your cheek and this time you did lean into it. The moment distracted you as he slowly slipped two of his longer fingers inside your soaked pussy. “Oh..god..” You whimpered out, your eyes snapping to his now as he curled them so expertely against your spot. “You are so tight.” Angelus continued to whisper into your ear as he moved them deeper. You whined and your eyes watered with pleasure. “Please..” You whispered out, hardly knowing what you were begging for. The sound of your wetness echoed out in the empty alley as the vampire only smirked.

His fingers moved into your hair now and tugged on it without gentleness. It only had you tightening around his fingers some more. “Oh, you like that?” Angelus hummed, leaning in to finally capture those soft lips of yours in a harsh kiss. Your body shook against him as you arched into his movements. His free hand moved once more and took the straps of your dress with him. The top half of your dress fell for your soft, ample breasts to bounce from its confines. “Yeah, you are my favourite.” He repeated himself with a smirk before Angelus leaned in and hotly captured your nipple and began to suck.

His fangs slowly moved over your soft skin. You whined as the soft pain moved through. “Delicious.” Angelus whispered up at you as his tongue moved up to collect the blood with a growing smirk. His fingers continued to tease you as he cheekily added a third finger inside your soaked pussy. You whimpered at the stretch coming your way whilst his smirk only widened. His thumb quickly moved over your clit now as you breathlessly moaned out. “Good girl.” The praises coming your way were your downfall as your stomach tightened. “Angelus…” You whispered out; your eyes fluttering shut.

His own eyes looked to the side as movement caught his attention. A flash of familiar blonde hair at the end of the alley before Buffy came into sight. Her eyes widening at the display in front of her whilst Angelus continued to tease you without mercy. “Cum now.” He purred as he ever so gently stroked your hair as a flash of jealousy moved through his slayer’s eyes. You whimpered into his ear; not knowing what was happening in front of you as he quickened his pace. You shook against him some more as your orgasm ripped through you. His fingers soaked as you squirted around him and Angelus fucked you through it. “Hmm, so good.” He whispered his praises still.

Buffy’s eyes widened as she watched the scene and hated herself for the arousal that washed over her. Angelus only smirked as he realised her enjoyment as he brought his soaked fingers to his mouth to suck on. “Kneel now.” He purred, moving his attention back to you as you slowly moved to your knees. Your heart was racing and you hated how your mouth watered to be doing such a thing. Your hands moved to tug his pants down and watched his hard cock move out. His fingers moved into your hair now and began to guide you closer. His cock moved into your hot mouth without complaint as you began to suck. Your eyes fluttered shut as you moaned around him.

[angelus-scripturae]

Pls pls write anything for Astarion. Like maybe an imagine, idk. I would much prefer something fluff but literally anything else is fine.

I'm starved :(

Well baby I’m gonna feed you tonight. Can’t have my lovely followers starving now can i?

Astarion Ancunin

Nightmares

Summary: You comfort Astarion after you defeat Cazador (not ascended)

Themes: Hurt/Comfort, fluff, mentions of suicidal thoughts and abuse, gn! reader, no use of y/n, no specified pronouns, (shitty writing because this is my first time writing in 2 years)

Astarion couldn’t sleep. Not that he didn’t want to, but he physically couldn’t. Every time he closed his eyes, phantoms of his past plagued the skin behind his eyelids.

He should feel better. Cazador was dead. The ritual was stopped and his kin were saved. So why did he still feel trapped?

He shifted in his bedroll a few times before letting out a frustrated sigh and sitting up. Running a hand down his face and glancing around the dark tent you shared. The only light being the remaining embers of the fire outside.

Experimentally, Astarion attempted to close his eyes in a futile last attempt to rid himself of the visions. Only to flinch and open them again upon seeing those agonised faces and mutilated bodies.

Sensing the sudden lack of presence beside you, you begin to stir awake and feel the bedroll beside you only to feel it empty. Feeling a jolt of panic, you open your eyes fully only to find your companion sat barely a foot away from you.

Astarion’s head turns as you join him in sitting up. “Sorry if I woke you.” He mutters and runs a hand through his hair. The frown on his face highlighting his fine lines and blemishes.

You shake your head and yawn as you come into a comfortable sitting position. “Don’t apologise…” You shift closer to him but stop once he flinches slightly. “What’s wrong?”

Worry laces your voice as you reach out to touch Astarion’s hand. His hand twitches as if wanting to pull away before he lets it close around your soft skin.

“It’s nothing, darling.” He forces out a chuckle. An obvious attempt to brush the subject off. You’d known him too long to fall for that. You let out a small sigh and move to sit as close to him as you could.

“Star… You can’t lie to me.” You smile sadly at him. “Tell me what’s bothering you. You can trust me.”

Astarion hesitates. Even after months of adventuring with you and getting used to your heroism and kindness, he still struggled with the fact that he could trust you. It’s not that he didn’t want to. He trusted you with his life. But it was still new to him.

“I spent 200 years not trusting anyone…” He speaks quietly. “200 years… suffering at the hands of that maniac.” He swallows as if trying to gulp down a lump in his throat.

“I’m supposed to feel free… happy. I’m finally able to live without the fear of being used as a pawn in some sick plan…” He squeezes your hand ever so slightly, trying to find comfort in the warmth of your skin.

“But I don’t, that bastard is dead and yet I still feel him looming over me. As if gloating that his death was quick.” His voice cracks a bit before he clears his throat. “Do you know how many times I wished for that? Preyed? A quick death to save me from him and my torture?”

His words made your heart break into uncountable pieces. Your eyes softening as you shift to hold his other hand with your free one. “Star…” You start only for him to cut you off.

“You killed him though… I know that…” He clears his throat again. “It’s silly for me to still worry about him. And the people he made me hurt.”

You shake your head and move to get a glance at his face. “Astarion, it’s not silly.” You speak softly, letting go of one of his hands to cup his face and turn his face to yours. “You’ve gone through so much. More than I can even begin to fathom. What you did was not your fault. You were coerced and manipulated by a man who was selfish and ruinous.”

His eyes finally move to meet yours, instantly softening once he sees the kindness in your gaze.

“You’re a different man to who you were under his power. A better man. Even if you don’t believe it. I’ve seen it.” You smile softly and run a thumb along his cheekbone. “It’ll take time to move on from this. This has been your life for centuries. Those habits will be hard to break, but I’ll be right there. By your side. Because I love you.”

Astarion smiles as his eyes gloss over with emotion at your words. “You mean that?”

You nod and press a soft kiss to his nose. “With my whole heart.”

He leans into your touch. Moving closer until he’s able to press soft kisses to your lips. “I love you too.” He whispers against your lips before pulling away and lieing back down on his bedroll.

Your smile widens and you lay down with him. Your head resting on his arm and your body pressed against his in a comfortable silence. No other words needing to be said to explain the bond the both of you share.

Your eyes get heavy again quite quickly as your breathing steadies drifting into a state of rest. Astarion glances down at your sleeping face with a soft smile and moves some of your hair to give you a kiss on the forehead.

He takes a deep breath, readying himself to tackle his demons again. However, for the first time in days, closing his eyes didn’t bring visions of victims and abusers.

But visions of you.

[asimp4bee]

So we got cuddles from Voltage, but I really like Zodiac as well and don’t want him to feel left out 👉👈 love Voltage but Zodiac needs some love as well :)

Cuddles from the grouch himself <33

He's the type of mech that will absolutely not want a human (except Mea) near him but then he grows to absolutely adore the tiny fleshies

[i-heart-slashers]

[were-all-idjits-here]

Angelus Mortis Masterlist

You've always known you were different. After Bobby rescues you from a witch coven who were misusing your powers - which were strange, even for an average witch - and takes pity on you, you gradually earn his trust by using your magic to save him and his fellow hunters from monsters more than once. He raises you in the hunting life and against their father's wishes, Sam and Dean become close with you as they frequent the Singer household. With your magic being their worst kept secret, you fine tune your hunting skills alongside the Winchesters, coming in and out of their lives as canon events unfold and the world dooms itself over and over again - all while the pieces of your strange powers, parentage, and destiny all fall into place, leaving Team Free Will with the choice to either accept you for who you are or abandon you to the wolves.

A choose your own adventure style fic with various parts for you to choose Sam or Dean as a romantic interest and eventual endgame.

Ch 1 coming soon!

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Ave Satanas, Ave Angelus - Michael Langdon (American Horror Story : Apocalypse) ~ On Going

Summary:

The boy that looked like an angel, but was in fact, a demon fell in love with the girl who looked like a demon, but was nothing less than an angel. Nothing is safe from the cruel ticks of time, of the ruin it creates, nor from the ashes that the fire of hatred and rage produce. Memories are erased, powers are deleted from existence, and the kind are treated ruthlessly, like slaves, while the rich thrive above as kings and queens over the ephemeral waste that still clinged into the last drops of life soaked into the nothingness that the Apocalypse brought forth. Some say they will do destroy the world and leave no inch of soil unturned until they find the reason for their hearts to beat once more, and yet, only one ever succeeded in doing just so. The underground hails Ave Satanas, as he stood there, soaked in blood, superior to them all, while she, forever by his side, only ever heard one voice singing her a lonely, sweet hymn - Ave Angelus.

Chapter 1 - Apocalypse Arisen Chapter 2 - Drag Me To Hell Chapter 3 - Before The Day Is Over Chapter 4 - Magic Flower

[romeactivelycries]

Note: First post 😳😳😳 Sorry if this is bad yall i literally havent written for like 3 years and its proofread by me myself and I but inspired by Angel ep 2x9 angel goes undercover and you walking in on a meeting with demons

Pairing: Angel x Reader

Request: Nopee

Gender: Hopefully neutral 🤞 (lemme know if i fucked up)

Warnings: 18+, some biting and blood but nothing crazy just like vampires u know 🥴

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A yawn broke your daze as you glance over at Wesley turning the page to some demon grimore, hand covering his mouth as he glances at Cordy filing her nails instead of the papers in front of her. This awful torture had lasted all morning and well into the afternoon, research and books and files and guess what? Even more research!!

Groaning you slam your book closed, folding your arms on top of it and laying your head down on them as you mumble out a string of profanities and grievances to no one in particular.

“Got anything?” Wesley grumbles closing his own book and pushing it aside in favor of his now cold cup of tea.

“Just a headache,” you whine. You guys were trying to find out what powers were being held inside an amulet the demon of the week was wearing. It had given him enough strength to take out you, Gunn, and Wesley, he probably would have killed you all if Cordy didn’t have a vision leading Angel to drive by and pick you up. So now he was out scouting for the demons while the research led to dead end after dead end.

“I think I might go for a walk, maybe get us coffee,” you headed towards the doors grabbing your pager off the charging dock and shrugging on your jacket.

“Oo yes! Coffee sounds perfect!” Cordelia perked up, looking at Wesley who nodded in agreement. “Two mochas please!”

You move to open the front door when everyone’s pagers go off, glancing down you all read the message from Angel. It’s a location and the name of the amulet you’ve been searching for information on.

“We can finally focus our research! This is great, Cordelia can you-“ Wesley glances over at you looking at the pager and then meeting your eyes, he instantly knew. “Y/n don’t-“

You smile, running out the front door before he got the chance to tell you not to rush in head first. You were tired of the research, it was time to meet up with Angel.

By the time you reached the location it was nightfall. There was a hidden door in the alley between a nightclub and a liquor store, a brick wall amongst the cobblestone one, and when you knocked three times it slid open. Almost too easy.

As you walked through the door slide closed behind you and various half-burned candles were illuminating the staircase you descended. Looking around the small room you see 5 demons sitting around a table, one by one looking up at you.

Perhaps you had made a slight mistake.

“Look what we have here boys,” One of them begins to say, you glance over at them and see the amulet hanging around their neck. At least you were at the right place?

The demons all move to lunge at you, but before they get the chance the one sitting closest to you stands, chair shrieking as it scraps across the floor.

“This one’s mine,” He’s at your side before you can even blink. Angel. You open your mouth to say something but his eyes warn you not to as his face contorts into its vampiric appearance and he smiles, making a big show for the audience behind you. “Scream for us now.”

You feel his teeth before you even register them pricking into your neck, body paralyzed in fear as Angel moans at the taste of your blood on his tongue. Your eyes fill with tears as your body goes cold, the demons behind you grinning as they cheer him on, yet you can’t hear a sound. It’s almost pleasant to feel it all slip away, as Angel holds you in his arms, withdrawing his teeth as he gently guides you to the floor.

“Stay here, pretend to be dead please.” His voice is a stark contrast to the one he was putting on before as he turns back the demons.

Everything after is a haze, you remember seeing him tear the amulet from the first guy and putting it on himself, before turning to slay the rest of the demons. You can feel his arms wrap around you as he pulls you against his chest, whispering apologies and sweet words as he carries you through the night back to the motel.

You wake up to a train passing by, the horn blaring you from the warm comfort of sleep into the cold of night. Your hand finds its way to your neck, gently gliding over the mark left by Angel’s teeth as your memories flood back to you. Sitting up, you quickly slid out of bed and down the hall, your hands gliding along the walls and wooden doors. You had to see him, see Angel.

213, 215, 217.

You twist the knob, finding the door unlocked as you open it. Angel is sitting in his chair in the corner, turning from looking at the window to you as you close the door behind you. You both go to speak at the same time, saying each other’s name, and he motions for you to go first.

“Angel, I-“ you don’t even know what to say. Thank you? It’s okay? I’m sorry?

“I know,” he moves from his spot by the window over to you, reaching for your hand and gently pulling you to sit with him on the foot of the bed.

His hand trails up to your neck, brushing his fingers along the marks, closing his eyes and leaning his head against yours.

“Do you wanna do it again,” your voice is soft and it snaps him out of his trance as he just looks at you mouth agape, eyes flitting between back and forth between yours. “I want you to, if you want to, but if you don’t I understand-“

His fangs cut you off as they sink into your neck again. That pleasurable pinch of teeth against skin as he laps at the blood that pools there. It’s more gentle this time, more angelic, he rubs soothing circles on your shoulder and pulls back after such a short taste.

“I’m sorry,” he begins, just the faintest whisper as his lips hover near yours. Cradling his face with your hand, your bring your thumb up to his lips swiping away the remains of your blood that stained the corners of his mouth.

It’s as if your on autopilot as he opens his mouth slightly to capture your thumb, his eyes never leaving yours as he sucks and swirls his tongue around it. When you pull your thumb free, there’s just a brief moment where the world stops turning. The air is still and you can both hear your heartbeat. Once. Twice.

His lips are on yours as it skips the next beat, hands tugging at your sides as he pulls you to straddle him. You gasp at the sudden movement letting him take control of the kiss, sliding his tongue into your mouth and moaning as you entangle with one another. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding onto him as his kisses trail down your cheek and neck, bruising a path leading to his bite.

You both know it can’t go further, that it’s already gone too far, but neither can let go as he pulls you in to another intoxicating kiss. You rock your hips against him, feeling his hard on pressing against your sweet spot as you continue to roll your hips and moan into his mouth. He responds with the same urgency, hands tugging at your waist as he grinds up into you, soft moans escaping from his lips.

“Angel,” your voice is a broken whimper as you continue to press into him, trying to get as close as you possibly can. You feel his body shake and writhe the way yours does as you desperately grind against one another. “Please.”

Your not even sure what you’re asking for, but he takes it as an invitation to bite down on your neck once more and he pulls you down against him, rutting up into you as he openly moans and whines against your neck, desperately sucking and biting at whatever he can find. Your hands find their way to the nape of his neck and tangle in his hair pulling his head back as you both see stars, lazily falling back onto the bed and panting against one another.

“You’re not gonna go all crazy town on me now right?” Although you’re mostly joking there’s a hint of concern lacing your words as you pull back gently to look Angel in the eyes.

“I guess since my dick stayed in my pants we’re good,” he pants out, smiling down at you before his face contorts into one of concern.

You sit up, hand pressed against his chest as he continues to stare at you, “What is it you’re scaring me.”

“I fear Cordy and Wesley might think the opposite.” He gestures to the small mirror on the desk across from his bed and you rush over to it, catching your reflection your eyes go wide at the state of your neck. It almost looks like a rabid dog attacked you the way it’s covered in bite marks and bruises, no amount of make up would be able to cover this up.

Turning back around to him you offer a small smile and bite at your lower lip trying to think of a solution before an idea pops into your head and your smile turns into a grin. “I hear turtle necks are in right now!”

[nattierosejihnson]

Devil on your back, I can’t ever die.

[starchants]

hi! i hope you’re doing well. i was wondering if i could request some angelus hcs? maybe something like being angels gf and how it would be dating angelus or something? i’m sorry i’m horrible at requests. i hope this makes sense.

angelus x female!reader ; hot evil vampire and you are dating.

word count — 1,146.

themes + warnings ; hot evil vampire stalking but like in a good way if that makes sense? some men are creeps as a warning too, also some small possessive nature takes place here — putting that as a warning bc some people don’t personally like that! female reader if y’all couldn’t tell by the request!

author’s note — you made perfect sense my dear <3! i honestly got super excited seeing this so i hope you enjoy!

support mention ; if you feel like supporting, a nice ‘like’ will suffice on my blog, i know some writers love to ask nicely if you could reblog or comment etc. yet on my blog (no hate towards them as everyone likes appreciation in different ways), but if you’d like to reblog or comment feel free after all this is a safe space for any fan-individual to have fun :’)

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so let’s just establish the fact as of this headcanon section, you’ve been in a relationship with angel for a few months and you have yet to see angelus popping up during this time yet angel had been open enough with you to let you know about the dark side of him.

it’s late at night upon a school night, nearly midnight, and you know damn well you should be heading back to your room (whether bedroom or dorm you decide) but you decide that perhaps another loop around the town wouldn’t be too terrible especially since angel was willingly busy helping your friend willow with a history lesson as she demanded to know the real truth from someone who had experienced that part of history.

you had heard a low whistle as you crossed the street as you were determined to see if your favorite cafe was still offering any of your beloved treats before they closed at midnight and you felt yourself mentally freeze while you physically kept walking. footsteps fell behind you from a few feet away on the sidewalk and you felt a pair of eyes upon you from both the sidewalk along with one from an upper level yet you thought you were going crazy as nobody could be upon the roof.

you see angel had to cut the history lesson with willow short, as for some reason he couldn’t shake the thought of you wandering around alone out of his head, which lead to angelus peeking out and in a dick-headed way had announced to willow that he was over it and was leaving. now here he was having been following you for the past few blocks upon the rooftops before his eyes zeroed in upon the drunk young adult in a dark grey hoodie who stumbled along following you in the direction of what he knew was your favorite cafe.

oh hell no, angelus would think to himself, only i am allowed to follow my stór and he would hear his mother whisper in the wind to do whatever he could to protect his beloved treasure. he would be quick to speed ahead and jump down into a nearby alleyway only to casually pop out of it and lovingly call for you before he would make it obvious that he saw the creepy man behind you.

our beloved obnoxious vampire would be quick to loudly question “are you alright my stór? i can’t have my wife being all upset now can i?” he’d claim you as his spouse in order to get the creepy guy to realize he was making a fatal mistake, this would be a little bit of angel coming out to ensure that angelus wouldn’t go too far. you’d be quick to realize that this isn’t angel due to the fact that he never really gave you a nickname besides lover or my lover, not to mention the fact that his irish accent peaked out a bit more with the newly given name. this was angelus in all his glory and you couldn’t help but childishly grin as you knew that he finally stepped forward.

you would watch as he stepped towards the man who dared to keep stepping closer with his drunken eyes trained upon you and you would watch as a wide smirk casted itself upon angelus’ face as he grabbed the drunk by his own hoodie and slammed his face against the nearby brick of a closed store. you’d watch as his vampiric face came to light and you’d watch as he’d drain the drunken man nearly empty and you couldn’t help the childish giggle that escaped you upon the sight. which you had deemed as odd and unexpected but it made you happy to see the wild yet bloody grin you got from angelus as he dropped the body and turned toward you.

from that moment on, angelus would make it his mission to take over angel whenever he deemed it necessary as their girl happened to like his chaotic brutal nature.

i feel like angelus would be more willing to open up about his backstory with you, as opposed to angel, and he would tell you about how he decided to take the name that his mother would have given him upon his birth.

it’s never a dull moment being in a relationship with angelus. you’ll have to get used to others being rude to you as you watch your chaotic boy go off and play his games — his games that he wouldn’t dare to use on you, sure maybe a lil manipulation if the moment called for it in order to persuade you to perhaps get to safety or not do something too wreckless, but outside of that he wouldn’t use any games on you. after all, you’re his beloved stór, and he wouldn’t wanna tarnish his treasure.

this one is down for literally anything you wanna do, even like i said it’s too wreckless for you to do ; he would want to do it in place of you after he tells you off about it. if you couldn’t tell from earlier in this post, if you wanna walk around or run around during the night, you’re gonna have a six foot shadow following you around to ensure your safety. he doesn’t really give up on his stalking that he had begun upon angel seeing you for the first time, it’s kind of a given and eventually you figure it out and you don’t really seem to care — much to angel’s own small disagreement with it. (angel would think he was a monster for stalking you even though he couldn’t help it due to angelus’ obsession with you)

you’d have a lot of metaphorically-inherited enemies once you fall in love with angelus but a lot of them would be too afraid to come towards you or hurt you, out of the fear of your beloved man coming at them like a chaotic gremlin. i feel like they’d know your name and possibly call it out to you along with a vague threat or two thrown your way but then not really go to attack you physically out of the risk of potentially losing their own lives.

oh oh, last but not least, angelus would love to drink your blood whenever you would possibly let him, even if it’s a silly little papercut and that’s the only way you approve of it, he would get so hyper and quickly react similar to a dog with a bone. he wouldn’t stop until the cut itself would heal itself from the venom in his teeth, after all the venom runs through his body and it helps heal him, it would heal would consider … the whole reason why he has an obsession with you in the first place … being meant to be.

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okay i’ve figured out how i can make it work as a prompt, so angelus is the big bad of the moment and the scoobies are after him however he gets a spell or something put on him from some other baddie and he gets amnesia and he doesn’t remember he’s a vampire or the angel side of his memory just completely lost/afraid/almost human like and while running from the scoobies somehow gets into readers place of living cause in the depth of his mind he remembered it and reader obviously scared doesn’t know what to do

A/N: Warning for violence against reader, typical Angelus stuff and swearing but a bit of maybe fluff/angst too. Popped it under the cut cos it felt a little long. Hope this is okay love !! 💖

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Another night alone. Ever since your fiancé had succumbed to the curse and become the big bad, formerly known as Angel, you had been inconsolable. You hadn't felt up to patrolling with the others, in fact you had barely seen them all week. You were older than them and insisted you had some really urgent work deadline that was too important for them to understand.

You had dimmed the lights, watching some rerun on the tv and settled in to cuddle up with your broken heart. You heard a noise. The lights flickered.

Okay, you were officially spooked.

You got up to look out of the window, but there was nothing there. When you turned, though, a presence had appeared from the shadows.

Him.

"Y/n?" he asked. Angelus. You jerked in horror, frantically looking around for a stake.

The only thing he could remember was you. Your face, your name, the love you had given so freely. Memories fractured in his head but one thing remained. You. Your name.

"Shit! How did you-?!"

"I don't know who I am I just know that, uh, I'm safe here" he admitted, looking at the ground.

"Yeah, well, funny, 'cause I'm not safe here. Fucking Willow and her no good spells" you cursed loudly. She was meant to have uninvited him from your house but she had barely mastered levitating pencils yet.

He rushed over to you and you braced yourself, waiting for the inevitable pain. And it, of course came, just not in the form you expected. It was purely emotional. He had pulled you into an all encompassing hug.

He needed it. Needed you. You're the only thing he knew was right. The only good thing in his world right now.

Tears welled in your eyes as you breathed in his familiar scent. What had once meant safety had then been fear when he had turned into Angelus after the night he had asked you to be his. You had blamed yourself. But this, his embrace, his love, it brought back all the good memories. It reminded you that it had all meant something once. You knew it.

What you didn't know yet was that Angelus had been cursed. On top of his other curse. The creature that had been trying to kill the slayer that week had become a bit jealous that Buffy's mind wasn't solely on him and so had removed Angelus from the game.

It left you vulnerable, your friends knew this. They were fighting hard to try and get to you, try to warn you about what had happened to Angelus. To try and get to you before anything bad happened.

When you broke from the hug, you stared at him, frown lining your face. You were on edge but hope had taken over. What a dangerous thing hope was. He didn't like the way you were looking at him with such suspicion.

Had he hurt you? Was he a bad person? Is that why he couldn't remember anything, was he blocking out what he had done to you?

"You... you really don't remember do you?" You asked softly, tracing his cheekbone with your thumb.

"Remember what?" he snapped slightly, confusion looking like it pained him.

"Your name is... Angel, uh, Angelus and you're a..."

"A what? Say it." he moved from your embrace, turning away from you knowing that he probably didn't want to hear what you were about to tell him.

"Vampire"

At the same moment, Buffy killed the demon blocking their way to you. As the demon died, the spell broke. And they could only hope they would make it across Sunnydale in time.

He turned back slowly to face you, the confused look that had knitted his brows had darkened. His eyes black with violent desire.

"Oh yeah. Thanks, now I remember. I'm a vampire. And you're mine"

He launched at you, slamming you against the wall and roughly his possessive streak that he had felt ever since he had been cursed coming to the fore. He had loved you as Angel, but as Angelus he was obsessed. Possessed with this feeling that he had to have you.

He slammed you against the wall again, boxing you in. There was no escape. You were his. He wrenched your neck to the side, danger glinting in his eye and a satisfied smirk on his changed face.

You only had one hope left. Buffy. But you weren't sure that she would make it in time before he-

[smuttyfandomgalore]

YOUR ANGELUS IMAGINE WAS TOP TIER OH MY LORD. was wondering if you could possibly write another drabble, but during his priest era (yknow when he tortured n broke dru). similair to that scene in fleabag where they’re in the confessional? THANK YOU AND KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK ! - 🫀

AN: So happy you like it, thank you so much!!!

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Angelus’ head rested back onto the wall behind him; the small confessional crowded around him in a way he enjoyed. The private moment allowed the vampire to indulge in his needs; needs that even Darla did not know about. The gagging noise echoing around the room brought Angelus back to the present as he looked down.

“Hmm, I nearly forgot about you.” Angelus purred as he looked down at you. Your eyes welling up with tears as you moaned and whimpered against his fat, throbbing cock. “Good girl.” His purring continued as his fingers brushed into your cascading locks. He slowly helped you off his cock as you began to breathe heavily.

Drool began to drip down your mouth as Angelus raised an eyebrow. “I did not tell you to stop, did I?” He hummed. “No…sorry, father…” You whimpered; eyes so wide as you lent closer and moved your tongue up and down his length. Your hand slowly stroked what you could not fit in your mouth as you slowly took him in once more. 

His head once more fell back; the pleasure returned to his body as he slowly, for now, began to rock his hips.”Hmm, you might be the best I’ve had. Such a little whore.” Angelus taunted as he began to control your movements again. You whined at his words; wanting to shake your head but all you could do was rub your thighs together for relief. 

His eyebrow raised as his dark chuckling continued even as his moans began to flutter around the small room. “Hmm, your actions say otherwise.” Angelus whispered his taunts some more as your gagging prettily echoed. He pushed you against his stomach and kept you there; longer than usual and you softly whimpered.

Your hand delicately reached for his thigh to grip onto as drool began to fall from you, leaking down his throbbing length. He tugged on your hair and watched as you leaned away whilst trying to catch your breath. “Come here.” Angelus ordered; his hand fisting his fat, hard cock as you shakinly moved onto his lap.

Your whimpers were like music to his ears as you began to shake. His fat head was guided up and down your soaked folds. “Too big–I…oh…” Your toes were curling in pleasure as instinctively your hand moved to rest on his shoulder. Angelus did not care; he only chuckled and not so slowly pushed you onto his fat cock; impaling you with ease.

“Hmm, there you go, taking it so well. You were made for this.” Angelus purred as he filled you up so good. His thickness stretches you as the pleasure and pain begin to wrap around your body. His hand moved to the back of your neck and forced you to lock eyes with him. His smirk only tugged on his lips once more.

You softly hiccuped in pleasure; eyes welling up as he slowly began to rock his hips. His hold on your hips only tightening as you grabbed at his shoulders. Your soft, bare breasts pushed against his chest as you slowly began to bounce. Your body betrayed you as he chuckled into your ear once more and quickened his movements.

The sound of skin slapping against each other echoed around the small room as a bright blush came over your cheeks. Your eyes rolled back as the pleasure began to increase; becoming more intense as your stomach tightened. “Father….are you here?” Your eyes flashed open at the familiar voice coming over you both.

Your soaked, sensitive pussy clamped down on his fat cock and nearly had Angelus moaning out as you stared wide eyed at him. “Here, my dear.” Angelus hummed as he gracefully lent back against the chair; arrogance seeping from him. You softly began to shake your head as you heard your sister shuffle into the next confessional. 

You could hear your heart pounding in your ears as Angelus’ finger brushed over your neck; feeling your heartbeat. “What sins are you to confess?” Angelus hummed as his hips began to resume their rocking. A sharp gasp of pleasure escaped you as your soft, plump lips parted. He took that moment to place two of his thick fingers inside; pushing against your tongue.

His free arm wrapped around your middle and kept you impossibly close as his movements of his hips quickened. Your head fell back as your eyes rolled once more; your stomach tightening as his fat head bullied your spongy spot with ease. The words of your sister hardly reached your ears as the pleasure took over.

You saw Angelus’ lips continuing to move and could’t understand how he could act as if nothing was happening. The only thing that gave him away was his dark eyes full of desire. Your eyes widened as his hand slowly moved down your body; his larger hands moving to palm at your breast. Teasingly, he pinched your clit and watched as your eyes welled.

The sound of your wetness was echoing louder than you thought was possible as your whimpers continued to be muffled as he pressed another finger of his in your hot mouth. Your soft gagging noises resumed. A shine of sweat moved over your body as his thrusts quickened at a fast pace you did not think could be.

Goosebumps moved over your soft skin as your orgasm ripped through you without warning. Your toes curl in pleasure as you squirt around his fat cock that continues to plough you. “Ah–ah I..” Your moans of pleasure hardly muffled now as Angelus smirked before he harshly brought his hand to the back of your neck and smashed your lips together.

Your sister was whispering a prayer Angelus had ordered her to do as he took his pleasure from you with ease. His free hand wrapped around your body once more and kept you close as his thrusts turned vicious and harsh. Your soft, ample breasts bouncing in his face as he leaned closer; it was too late for you to see his face change.

It was too late to stop anything as his teeth punctured your soft breasts. “Wh…what…are you doing?” Your eyes rolled at the pleasure and pain fighting as soft whimpers escaped you. All the while Angelus continued to take his pleasure as your pretty, soaked pussy was fluttering around him. Your own stomach tightening. 

“Hmm, I need a little pet, don’t I?” Angelus purred as his hot tongue moved over your chest; licking up your neck as his grunts echoed still. Your eyes were rolling as his fat head once more bullied your spongy spot. “Another prayer.” He called out and your  head snapped to the side and watched your sister as his cum flooded you.

Your eyes widened as you saw his dark smirk. Your own body was shaking as you reached to grab onto the walls around you. Your orgasm ripping through you at the same time as Drusilla’s prayer echoed. Angelus leaned in and moved to burrow into your neck now. His tongue brushing over your soft skin for a moment.

His face changed as you collapsed onto his chest. Your hands reach for his shoulders once more to keep a hold of. That was until he bit down; harshly. You gasped and moved to try and fight but his hold only tightened. Your vision was blurring as your head began to loll to the side now; giving him more access to you.

His dark chuckle continued as his mouth soon captured your own soft lips before your eyes fluttered shut.

[angelus-scripturae]

hii! i was wondering if you could do wooyoung, san or seonghwa with brat taming? if you do that ofc. you can pick the member! have a great day! and take your time :)

I’ve only got time for Seonghwa right now. I’m sorry baby. <3

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Brat taming with Seonghwa.

Themes: Smut. Minors & ageless blogs DNI. implied female!reader dom!Seonghwa (Once again shit writing)

Boy do I have thoughts to share with you today my pretties.

Seonghwa:

Definitely a soft dom. Sweet and gentle. But sometimes almost condescending.

If you acted bratty while he was working, he’d probably just ignore you at first. A small smirk on his face as he watches you become more and more frustrated at his lack of attention. Pouting and huffing in a futile attempt to get his attention.

It would get to a point where he’d get sick of your constant pestering and grab your face. Giving you exactly what you wanted while scolding you.

“You wanted this right? To get fucked like a whore? Why else would you act like this?” He’d grunt in your ear while drilling into you from behind.

In public though, you’d be acting bratty while with friends or while walking around. Whispering dirty things in his ear. Only giggling and getting more traffic when he tells you to stop.

As soon as you were sat at a table or in a car behind your other friends, he’d let his fingers slip under your skirt or waistband and push his fingers against your hole. Immediately shutting you up as you cover your mouth to muffle the moans and mewls escaping your throat. Now it was his turn to whisper in your ear.

“Shhh baby… you know you deserve this… don’t you dare cum.~”