#n angel themes

[zrllosyn-art]

Malakhim for @plyushh

[oathkeeper-of-tarth]

Isobel Thorm, icon, godsend, hero, absolute titan, determined to carry the hurt/comfort genre on her STR 12 shoulders. I adore her.

Of course, the catch is that she herself has also Been Through The Horrors but chooses not to acknowledge this in favour of adamantly insisting on being the caretaker (which she is obviously very good at, like... professionally, as a cleric and healer).

And even more than that, caretaker to a person who is a big nigh-unkillable (but very significantly not, as Isobel herself points out, unharmable!) radiant wall of muscle and holy fury so used to being a champion and protector herself, extremely keen to dismiss her own issues as a bit of "paladin's fatigue" and "flights of fancy" and who is on so many levels, some very fundamental to her being, tied into being A Sword.

I guess my point is... fic writer comrades-in-arms, this is what we call a goldmine.

[serial-killers-hope]

RONIN WITH A GOD READER

Oh my, how quaint! I shall see to it that I deliver then… ~ DP

Ronin wants to love you.

But how can he when you’re a god?

A Ronin x God MC / Reader

The God I Need Dead.

You weren’t sure how you got onto this so called “pathetic” planet by your superior. Though as usual, you thought nothing of it.

You felt the soft sand underneath your feet, the sounds of crashing waves and loud thunder filling the air though you were praying ( ironically ) for no rain. After all, weather wasn’t in your jurisdiction… funny. But, nevertheless you stood your ground.

The sand from the rain was moist and cold, the air made your skin prickling under the cold air. It was strange to have a mostly mortal body but it felt oddly right with your wings tucked against your back. It was funny how the human body worked… wasn’t it? After all this and you’re still amused by how your comrades in work had made this planet.

You walked along the edge of the water, your eyes stuck on the crashing waves and rising tides of the storm… until they befell a pier. Old but not disheveled by any means… and a human who stood at its end with a long object ( you assumed was a bar of some kind ) in his right hand and a knitted hat in the other. What was curious was the way he looked out into the ocean and seemed unbothered by the high-speed rain that soothes your ears.

Your wings ( thankfully had stayed ) shielded you from the rain. Your brows knitted in confusion as you approached the pier. Climbing up the steps with an odd grace to your step. It honestly would have been amazingly beautiful for a mere mortal to behold…

“Are you alright my dear mortal?”

The man turned to look at you; his dark eyes that you swore were darker than ink, practically glaring daggers at you as he clicked his tongue and whistled slightly through his teeth with a judging gaze. He looked a little angry to see you with all your holiness and that god-like sanctimony you swore you can tell he hated.

“If you’re at all upset I could-“

“God, don’t you lil’ angels need to stop bitchin’?”

You immediately looked perplexed, the veil over your head tilted with your movement as your lips quirked into a frown. You wondered if the man knew who you were at all… he probably didn’t.

“I apologize. I am no angel. I am the divine being of the animals you humans slaughter or keep as so-called ‘trophy pets’ or otherwise.”

The man stares for a second more before practically bursting out in an erupted laugh. It was oddly amusing the way he used the bar in hand as a crutch or cane of some sort and the way his lips curled into a sly smirk as he stopped and took a look at you.

“Dunno you! Hell, maybe you’re one of those fuck ass ‘gods’ that people whine about. You all are some sort of mess, I’ll give you that.”

Your cheeks redden a bit in embarrassment with your wings ruffling in mock anger. But it was honestly quite nice finally ‘meeting’ someone who actually didn’t care about your status.

“And here I was thinking something else was behind me… boohoo for me I suppose.”

The man laughed once more, raspy and deep as he leaned against the bar ( which you suspected was a human weapon of sorts, you didn’t question it at all ) with a cocky grin.

“You here to tell me to convert? To change my so-called ways of evil or some bull shit like that…?”

You hesitate to look up at him; your eyes glued through the veil, onto the man who you swore had horns on his head. Maybe it was a fashion statement of some kind? They were obviously fake… but it was amusing to think that this human was a demon.

“Not at all, I was just curious. May I inquire on you on your name or moniker?”

The man’s grin falters for a quick second before chuckling, walking up to you with a small whistle with the bars hooked end against your chin. His plum hair falling over his eyes as he lifted your veil to view your face with a good stare.

“Call me The Butcher Darlin’… I’m what you gods fear.”

[urbanqhoul]

um. HI! big fan of your work and especially WRW. kind of a strange question, would it be alright with you if people self-shipped with your ocs? i find Whimsy and Angel incredibly endearing and smoochable

I don't necessarily mind it I think it'd be kinda fun to see what ya guys come up with X3 as long as nothin goes into the proshipper turf obviously u3u Thou just a fyi canonically both Whimsy and Angel are very gay Very ok and curious to see oc's for WRW if any of you wanna make em though go ham and cheese it warms my cold dead heart~ ...also if ya guys make any ocs/fanfics/whatever tag me I really wanna see em~ My bud wrote lil Whimsy x Angel fanfics and I reread them so much

[stinkrascal]

one thing about caspian and vaughn is they have the most complicated family tree ever 🐎

[theangelcatalogue]

˖°🏹. ࣪𖤐 YOUNG JUSTICE MASTERLIST! ₊ ⊹ ๋࣭⭑

" Going once, going twice! Every man here has a price! " - Tally Hall

ִ ࣪𖤐⋆.˚ Artermis!

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

ִ ࣪𖤐⋆.˚ Robin(Dick Grayson)!

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

ִ ࣪𖤐⋆.˚ Kid Flash(Barry Alen!)!

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

ִ ࣪𖤐⋆.˚ Superboy(Connor Kent)!

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

ִ ࣪𖤐⋆.˚ Zatanna!

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

ִ ࣪𖤐⋆.˚ Miss martian(Megan)!

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

ִ ࣪𖤐⋆.˚ Aqualad!

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

[depravedangelbaby]

tagged by the sweet @ohheyitsjustbear ♡♡

last movie, last song, my lock screen, and last selfie :)

tagging my darlings @void-whisper, @highbidontcrybaby, @pissgoon, and @heplen ♡♡♡

[mariusroyale]

lil aftermath i plan on writing in my RAPH fic (Red Angel Perpetuating Harm)

or

leo’s forcing himself to be ‘useful’ after weeks of bedrest and raph is tired of fighting stubbornness :/

[fluffyfairyzz]

new fictotype just dropped!! /srs /silly

[venusjeon]

???

[noxtivagus]

i love the sky so much

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Chrome Division  -   The Angel Falls

[youvegotmailpdf]

BREAKING NEWS 2day i wrote ….!!!! only 603 words as of now but its for this idea ive wanted to get into for sooo long i stare at the pinterest board for it all the time and i finally had a breakthru for it !!! scream

[koushirouizumi]

{D.N. A n g e l} ~ A M i d s u m m e r's Night Dream ~ S A T O S H I x Daisuke {SatoDai} + R I K U Harada / Daisuke x Riku; {DaiRiku} on A.0.3: Here!

By Young Me

Spoiler{s}: for {Anime}-ONLY; up to midway through Mio Hio's arc.

Music © LAZY KNACK; D. N. Angel (C) Yukiru Sugisaki

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Notes: This is Old {10+ yrs old}. it’s my 2nd early thing made for this series out of multiple. The footage used will reflect this, as it was made before widespread change into H. D. Please be understanding. [There may be intent for me to re-make it someday!]

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[sttoru]

⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. the jjk men coming back home to their lovely housewife after a rough day at work <3

tags. satoru, suguru, toji, sukuna x housewife!female reader (separately). fluff, mostly smut. size difference for all of em. manhandling here n there. p in v -> unprotected. crēampies. brēēding themes. half asleep when writing this—apologies for any grammar errors

𝐆. 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔. dry humping, cūmshot, reader gets called ‘angel, baby’.

“mmmh.. ya smell like cookies,” satoru sighs as he hugs you from behind, lightly swaying your bodies back and forth in a romantic dance. you had jazz playing in the background while you were baking some cookies, completely relaxing in the comfort of your home.

you got somewhat startled when satoru first appeared behind you, his arms sneaking around your waist. you scolded him—though were quickly soothed back into a loving mood when he kissed your neck and enveloped you in his embrace.

satoru can’t help but to let his urges take over. having his pretty little wife in his arms in that apron he bought, is doing unspeakable things to his body. his hands roam all over your torso until they stop to fondle your breasts.

“no no,” your husband swirls his tongue around your ear as his hands squeeze your chest from underneath your shirt. “continue what you’re doing, angel. let your hubby do what he needs to do, ‘kay?”

you’re used to the usual routine by now; satoru coming home, spoiling you with either gifts, food or his affection before relieving his stress on you. satoru never leaves you sexually frustrated—ever.

“kay,” you nod and just continue to work on the batter for your next batch of chocolate chip cookies. it’s difficult to concentrate when satoru’s warm breath sends shivers down your spine. his tongue slithers from your ear to your neck, unapologetically leaving hickeys. he always makes sure to give you them. you’re his and he needs to keep reminding you of that fact.

“fuck, baby,” satoru’s breath hitches once he feels your hips jolt back against his groin. his fingers brushing against your sensitive nipples was all it took for you to get worked up. you whimper his name under your breath—body squirming in his arms.

satoru bites your earlobe gently, his own hips not able to stay still for another second. he rolls his lower body against yours from behind until you can feel the imprint of his hardening erection pressing against your ass. you grind back against him, to which satoru responds by tweaking your swollen nipples, “such a naughty fuckin’ wife i have.”

your husband is on the edge of just cumming into his pants without any shame. he’s done so before when in your presence—the dry humping always gets to him. it’s a weakness of his that he isn’t good at hiding. he rubs his huge bulge right between your sweet and plump asscheeks, getting off from the feeling.

“gonna make me cum in my pants,” satoru whines and his slender fingers dig into the fat of your breasts even more. he’s needy for you, for every part of you. the fact that you’re sweet enough to accept what he gives you is driving him to the brink of insanity. he tries to stop himself, though to no avail, “shit— don’t wanna— need to cum inside of y—”

a string of whimpers leave satoru’s mouth and his hips spasms against your ass, pressing you against the kitchen counter as he gives one last thrust forward. “my god,” satoru breathes against your nape, his throat dry as he imagines that it’s your warm cunt swallowing every drop of his cum instead of his boxers.

you turn your head to look at satoru behind you. “are you okay, hubby?” you ask through soft breaths. the white-haired man shivers at your smooth voice which makes him press the bulge in his pants against your behind even tighter. you can feel a certain wetness starting to form on the front of your lover’s pants.

“yeah, totally fine,” satoru breathes out, trying to stay cool, calm and collected. he’s trying his best not to ravage you right now. he’s throbbing—blood flowing into his cock again already. you’re the only one who could trigger such sensual reactions from him.

satoru pats your ass a couple times, letting his wet tip rub against your folds through his pants;

“just wish i could’ve bred y’r cunt instead. fuck—can i? need to pump my pretty girl full before i go insane.”

𝐆. 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔. on the table top lol, reader gets called ‘sweetheart, darling’

suguru always makes a beeline towards you after he gets home. it’s tough being a cult leader—having to ‘treat’ people who come begging him for help. having to exorcise those curses that haunt those incompetent buffoons.

all of it is exhausting to the sorcerer. and what better way is there than to find solace in the presence of his stay at home wife?

“sweetheart,” suguru shows you that handsome smile of his the moment he steps into the living room, “need some help?” his eyes dart down at you on your knees, manually scrubbing a spot underneath the couch that was hard to reach. his gaze is focused on the arch of your back, how your ass sticks up as you complain about you’re inability to reach that spot in the corner.

“no, ‘tis fine,” you sigh and give up. you sit up straight on your knees and finally look at suguru. you didn’t expect him to stand so close to you in under a second, his hands reaching for you the moment he comes into your vision.

before you know it, you’re stripped from your shorts and panties. your back is on top of the nearest dining table and suguru’s standing right between your spread legs. he reveals his stiff cock after unzipping his pants and gives it a good few pumps as he looks you up and down, “i’ll fuck the frustration out of you, yeah? don’t you worry, darling.”

a win-win situation; suguru gets to take care of his needs and you get to forget about your exhaustion from all the household chores. your back arches off the surface and your eyes widen the second you feel his dick invade your tight pussy.

“mmh, yeah— that’s it,” suguru grunts, not able to take off his eyes from your wet folds as his cock disappears between them with each thrust. he starts off slow, allowing you to get used to the feeling of being stretched out, “you’re doing so well. you deserve this and so much more.” you appreciate the little things your husband does to make sure you stay comfortable throughout the entire process.

“suguruu,” you moan out his name, to which he responds with a short hum. your nails dig into his muscular back with every move—each time his tip taps that sweet spot deep inside of you. suguru kisses the inside of your upper arm before moving up to place a peck on your forehead.

“mhm, such a good little wife,” he sighs in content and fails to contain those noises of pleasure. you catch the faint grunts and moans that leave his lips between heavy breaths. suguru’s completely blessed to have you be his forever lover, “thank you for taking care of the house today as well.”

your stomach fills with butterflies because of his smooth tone. suguru’s calm yet hoarse voice ringing in your ears makes you want to burst already. the long-haired man punctuates his thrusts with pecks on your cheeks—kissing you after each slow yet harsh hip thrust.

your teary eyes meet his and you’re completely mesmerised by the way he looks at you. your husband is careful about the way he treats you, especially during intimate moments where you’re the most vulnerable.

though at the end of the day, he’s also but a man. seeing his gorgeous wife underneath him as he’s drilling into her will make him lose it. no doubt. all suguru wishes to do is to make that belly of yours expand with his love—his cum;

“hold onto me, sweetheart. i’m going to go a bit harder on you today, is that okay? yeah? good girl, take it for me.”

𝐅. 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈; mating press, reader gets called ‘doll, wife, ma.’

assassin work is not for the weak. you know it, toji knows it. he always comes back home late at night. sometimes he doesn’t return home for days on end. you’re constantly living in fear that your husband may never return. even as toji reassures you that he will, every day.

“were ya worried again, doll?” toji asks as he tries to console you. you had been crying, he could guess by the dried tears on your cheeks. it’s around three in the morning and he had returned from yet another mission. only to find you still up.

“you promised you’ll stop doing such dangerous work,” you hiccup, trying your best not to cry again. toji sighs and turns your face so he could look you in the eye. he can’t help the tingle of excitement that runs down his spine—you’re adorable when you’re upset, “i did, didn’t i?” toji nods as his callused hand runs up and down your side.

he feels guilty every single night. he’s going to quit his job for your sake, though first, he has to save up some money that would last you a couple months. toji hates seeing you in distress about him and thus always tries to distract you.

by pleasuring you until you’re unable to think about nothing but him.

“i’ll make it up to ya,” toji grunts the moment he has your legs up in the air, your body nearly folded in half underneath his bigger one. he loves this position solely because he can see every change in your facial expressions. “c’mon, wife,” the dark-haired man mumbles, his eyes glued to your bouncy breasts and pouty lips, “told ya not to worry too much ‘bout me, yeah?”

you nod, knowing you should trust your husband. he’s never once broken his promises of coming back home to you. so, you simply let go and moan his name repeatedly as his tip kisses the deepest parts of your insides. “i—i trust you,” your tongue rolls out due to how well toji’s pounding you into the mattress.

toji grins at the sight. just a couple thrusts and you’re gone—completely cockdrunk without a worry in sight. he lets out a moan at the way you’re holding onto him so desperately, like you don’t want him to go. “fuck, keep that up ‘n i’m gonna knock you up, ma,” toji hisses. he can’t keep himself from cumming right inside of your cunt if it keeps on squeezing him.

you can’t even respond due to his thrusts knocking the wind out of your lungs. you can only babble about how deep he is and how you’d love to carry his kid. toji’s on cloud nine as he hears you confess your desires to get impregnated by none other than him;

“mmh, don’tcha worry, ‘m g’nna make you a momma soon enough. that way y’ won’t be lonely no more when i’m gone. gonna give you a kid so that you’ll always have a piece of me around—heh.”

𝐒. 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍; heian era. degradation. cunnilingus. reader gets called ‘woman, brat,’

all you can do when sukuna isn’t around, is bore yourself to death. you hang out with your lady-in-waiting or with the cats walking around the estate. sometimes you go visit markets or other beautiful places right outside of the area, but that’s all there is to it.

though, when sukuna returns from his duties, you’re always happily welcoming him back. you’re the first one to greet him and lead him to a place of relaxation. that place being your shared bedroom. sukuna’s hungry eyes that are focusing on the way your clothes fit around your curves tell you more than enough.

“where ‘s my dinner, woman?” the king of curses’ deep baritone nearly makes you shake. you watch as he sits back against the headboard of the bed, his expression stoic yet amused. you know he doesn’t mean real food—he means you.

you’re his dinner.

you take the hint and slowly undress yourself, a strip tease to make sukuna excited about what’s to come. however there are more consequences to teasing him, as he isn’t a person known for his patience.

“stop wriggling,” sukuna scoffs against your wet cunt not a minute later. your clothes are ripped off your body and your legs are wrapped around his head. you can’t stay still when sukuna’s tongue is quite literally devouring you.

you moan out his name loudly, just the way he likes it. sukuna grins against your wet folds, letting the tip of his tongue roll up and down your slit while his thick finger lazily stimulates your clitoris. “got a fuckin’ brat as a wife,” sukuna delivers a harsh slap against your sensitive cunt after cupping it with one big hand, “stay still, i said.”

you squeal at the rough contact. you attempt to listen to your husband, but your body doesn’t allow it. your sticky thighs keep shaking and your hips keep jerking upwards against his mouth. his wet tongue slobbering all over your pussy is a clear sign of just how much sukuna looks forward to coming home—to watch you beg for mercy when he goes too far.

“delicious,” sukuna pants as he dives deeper into your folds, burying his entire face against your cunt. he sniffs your scent and simultaneously enjoys the taste of your wet juices. you’re all he needs after a frustrating day of taking care of duties back to back.

one of his hands brushes against your lower abdomen to keep you pinned to the bed. you grab the wrist of that hand and hold onto it for support. sukuna groans at the sight of you trying so hard to not cum on spot from his actions.

he speeds up the movements of his tongue and his big hand squeezes your tummy a little in the meantime;

“i think i’ll go for a second round of dessert after this one, ey? what’d ya think? wanna let everyone know that you, your cunt and your whole body is all mine—so i’ll probably fuck ye so good y’re gonna be heard all ‘round the estate.”

[thegreatestheaver]

tweaking the fuck outt i want m order dronce merch so bad and i could buy it but im really trying to get better with spending my money ... but also .. murder dronce ..