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Lucifer’s favorite angel.
INTRODUCTION
Hello, my dear, and welcome. My name is Tobias, but you may call me Angel.
I am a switch with a sub lean.
This blog is focused on hierophilia, pecattiphilia, and religious/blasphemy related kinks.
I mainly write erotic fiction, but if you’d like to roleplay with me, scroll down to ‘Keep reading’.
I am 20 years old, and I use he/they pronouns.
I’m a gay trans man somewhere on the acearo spectrum.
To see my main blog, visit @theangeltopaz.
DNI
Minors; Fem-Aligned; Radqueer and TransID; zoophiles, necrophiles, pedophiles (other paraphiles allowed within reason: all parties are consensual adults. zoophiles, pedophiles, and necrophiles should seek professional help.); anyone wants to engage with genuine rape/non-con beyond just fantasy; Homophobes; Transphobes; Racists; MAGA Republicans/Trump Supporters; Ableists; Fatphobes; etc.
ASKS
Since this blog is themed around the aforementioned kinks, that is primarily what I will accept asks about. I also mainly write erotic fiction.
However, I have many other kinks that you may ask about or mention in an ask and you may roleplay with me if you so wish to.
Terms I like to be called: Daddy, Sir, Father, My Lord, My God, My Savior, Angel, Baby, Darling, Puppy, Kitty, Slut, + if you ask and I give consent
Terms for my body: Chest, Tits, Cunt, Pussy, Hole, Clit, Dick, Cock
(FYI: I am not looking for a relationship, this is just for my own pleasure. I also do not post or send photos, videos, or audios.)
KINKS
I do have many more, and you’re free to ask if I have a certain kink. These are just what I’ll mainly be writing about.
Hierophilia, Pecattiphilia, Blasphemy, Roleplay/Cosplay, Authority/Power Imbalance, Corruption, Teratophilia (Demons, Angels, and Vampires if they count), Intox, Hypnosis, Dom/Sub, Bondage, Biting (<3), Sir/Master/Daddy, CNC, Sado/Maso, Spanking, Light Degradation, Collaring, Breeding, Praise, Pet Play (usually puppy, but lately I’ve been told I’m more like a kitty), Somnophilia, Dacryphilia
However, I absolutely will not write about the following.
Watersports, Coprophilia, Foot Fetish, Non-Con, Cheating, Beastiality, Public Sex, Age Play, Detrans, Pregnancy, Choking
Bless this sinner’s flesh
Hashtags:
#˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ navigation
the only navigation post on this account should be this post for now. it’s just any general posts that apply account updates.
#hierophilia
sexual arousal by religious objects, people, and/or places.
#pecattiphilia
sexual arousal by acts that one believes to be sinful.
I'm sorry if this is a dumb ask, and I feel I already know the answer, but do bigender (masc & fem) folk fall under the "fem-aligned" section of your DNI?
- @sagegreensins
I’m sorry it took me so long to get to this! I haven’t been very active on Tumblr lately; life has gotten in the way. To answer your question, I’m totally okay with bigender people interacting, as long as one of their genders is more masculine. It’s mainly meant as a precaution against anyone who might have a fetish for gay relationships. Thanks for asking!
making out except it's more me shoving my fingers in your mouth and messing with your tongue and teeth and spitting and drooling all over your face yeah sorry
i love biting i love leaving hickies I love pressing down on the bruise afterwards just to make it hurt I love sinking my teeth in skin and thrashing my head around like a dog
I don’t know what kind of music you listen to, but two of my personal favorite albums are Psycho Magnet by London After Midnight and Self-Titled by Cinema Strange <3
Added to my Library!
All of these recommendations will be used when I'm drawing or playing games 💚
haven’t done a dom fic on here yet, it’s about time.
18+ content ahead. sub bottom angel character x dom top angel reader. reader has yandere tendencies (stalking and murder). male reader & character. (reader has a dick. character’s genitalia is not specified.) fem-aligned & minors dni (see pinned post for extended dni).
He was seemingly so… sweet, so pure, like any good angel should be. Cantiel was always humming a hymn or whispering a prayer. His wings were a shade of pearly white, only serving to highlight his innocence. The closest he was to a flaw was his habit of mischievousness.
He was a beaming ray of sunshine, a perfect example of a servant. You, however, were quite the opposite.
The sword at your hip denoted your status as a warrior, rather than just a worshipper. Your prayers were more demands than anything, and your wings were tainted grey from a history in blasphemy. You spent your days clad in armor or leather, and veering dangerously close to falling.
Humans looked at Cantiel with admiration, and you with fear. It was the nature of your job after all, to give to each person their rightful due. It required you to be a little sharp around the edges. Meanwhile, he got flowing robes and gentle voice.
You stared at him now, as he talked with some other, insignificant angel. He smiled, and you swore your heart stopped for a moment.
That other angel wasn’t worthy of being in his presence. Cantiel deserved so much better than that. He deserved someone who could protect him from every danger, demons especially.
That reason is precisely why you always ended up here, in this exact same position. Blood dripped from the edge of your sword, with which you made the cut. The unfamiliar angel’s head rolled away from their body.
There was a method to your madness. You would wait for Cantiel to step away, be it for prayer or the engagement of another conversation. Then, you pulled the offending being aside, under the guise of having a message or a small job.
Most angels would not bother to question your motivations. You were well-respected, after all, and it was hard to say no to the man with a large weapon on him at all time.
You talked with them long enough to erase any apprehensions they might still have, slowly walking with them to a more secluded area. You took your time leading them on. You strayed from the original topic, getting caught up in small talk that you couldn’t care less about.
Then, once at your desired destination, you struck. Your typical methods involved swiftly unsheathing your sword and slicing their head off. Finally, you abandoned the body—angels’ bodies tend to dissipate into pure light—and cleaned your instruments. They deserved no more of your time than it took to complete the act.
You knew your wings would turn a slight shade darker, pushing you one infinitesimally small step closer to Hell, but you couldn’t help yourself.
Truthfully, murder was sinful, but justice was not. That was the only way you were able to continue with this behavior. It was that irreverent seraph’s fault, having no respect for Cantiel, who was clearly above their station and status.
And so, you continued to slaughter anyone who you believed deserved it. Cantiel seemed to have a never ending flow of admirers, providing you with constant work. Not that you were complaining, since you were quite devoted to shielding him from harm in the background.
However, today did not go as planned. You couldn’t have sworn that, as keen as your senses were, you were completely alone. Your head whipped around at a gasp of your name and a cadence you would recognize anywhere.
Cantiel.
You expected him to be wide-eyed and horrified. In reality, he seemed more curious than anything.
“So, that answers a lot of questions.”
Cantiel’s statement not only broke you out of your shock, but provoked you to press him for further information. “What do you mean by that?”
His voice was playful, and his eyes had an unusual sparkle in them. You would know, from how long you’ve been watching him. “Angels have been going missing, specifically ones who speak with me, and I’ve been getting the persistent feeling of being watched for a while now. I do have to admit, I didn’t expect it to be you, General.”
Your brows furrowed, and you squinted, searching for any hint of fear. “You’re not… scared?”
“Scared?” he scoffed. “If I was scared, I would’ve done something sooner. It took me a little while to realize what was happening, but when I did, I was intrigued.”
You sheathed your sword, figuring you wouldn’t need it anymore. “And then you followed me here?”
“I mean, it wasn’t my intention to find you here, doing this,” Cantiel said, gesturing to the body behind you. “I was just looking to continue my conversation. Though, this surprise isn’t unwelcome.”
He sauntered closer to you with an air of concupiscence. His eyes dragged down and up your body, either sizing you up or admiring you. One could cut through the tension that hung in the air with a knife. “Y’know, General-“
You shoved him against the nearest wall, pinning his hands above his head and cutting him off. “You’re really not afraid? How about now, little songbird?”
His eyes widened ever so slightly, and his breathing quickened. He hastily concealed his surprise with a grin. “Mm, still a no, General.”
“You are either very brave, or very, very stupid. What if some demon came and had you like this?”
“You slaughtered one of our kin. I have reason to assume you have less than pure intentions.”
“And what about your own? No holy being would be encouraging me as you are now.”
“Why don’t you find out?”
Not even a full second after he finished speaking, your lips crashed into his. He reciprocated, kissing you with wild abandon. Finally, you were able to properly appreciate this instrument.
One of your hands traveled down, groping at his body with every chance you had. The other angel groaned into the kiss, and gave you the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth.
His lips slid against yours in a lustful tango, as he whined, practically begging for more.
You broke the kiss, whispering, “You sinful little thing. Not so cocky now, are you?”
Cantiel giggled, bucking his hips up against yours. “You underestimate me, sir. You’re gonna need to do a lot more than just that.”
“And yet, you were whining like a human whore a second ago.”
“I don’t know what you’re- mfgh!!”
You pressed fervent kisses to his neck, distracting him from where your hand was moving. He couldn’t help but moan your name when you suddenly began massaging him through his robes.
“Don’t know what, hm?” you mocked, lips brushing against his skin as you spoke. “By the time I’m done with you, you won’t know anything except my name.”
“Sh-shut up!” he exclaimed, but there was no real bite behind Cantiel’s words. His face was flushed. He leaned into the warmth of your body. He was already losing the game he had started, and you weren’t even close to being done with him.
“Mm, alright darling.”
“Hnggg-! Not like that!” he whimpered, as you bit down on his neck. You sucked at his deeply, with the clear intention to leave a mark.
Meanwhile, he gripped at your clothes and his wings puffed up, begging you not to make it obvious. After all, you were both still angels, and he had an uptight reputation to upkeep. You, however, cared much less.
You ripped apart his robes with ease, permanently staining the once untainted cloth with the signs of your lust, and pulled the heavy fabric off of him.
Cantiel now stood bare before you, cloaked in nothing but shadow. His pale wings twitched nervously behind him, contrasting with the deep red of his face. He now lacked his earlier cockiness, when faced with the reality in front of him.
Your mouth still worked against his skin, pressing kisses and bites along his collarbone. Discoloration followed your lips, signaling the bruises that form soon and sully his soft flesh.
His hands were still held above his head, but he suddenly began struggling against your tight hold. “Please, I w-wanna touch youuuu.”
“Do you think you deserve that?” you asked, pulling away from his skin to meet his eyes.
He whined at the loss of warmth, but nodded his head and responded, “Yes sir.”
Your gaze raked over his body, debating between punishing him further or letting him have what he wanted. “Hm, how about you do something for me first?”
Cantiel nodded his head again, a bit more hesitantly this time.
You ripped a piece of material from his already ruined garment, and tied his hands behind his back. “On your knees,” you commanded.
With some grumbling, the seraph knelt before you. However, you realized that all your work was finally worth it, as he looked up at you. He attempted to school his face into a contemptuous expression, but you could see clearly his arousal.
“Now, grind on my boot,” you said, lightly tapping the toe box against his crotch, “and if you can cum in 3 minutes, I’ll defile you. If not, I’ll leave you here, desperate and wanting.”
He pleaded, “P-please, that’s not enough-”
“It’s plenty. Your time starts now.”
Three minutes.
He started slowly, grinding down onto the top of your shoe. Cantiel rotated his hips in time with his breathing. He non-verbally begged you to do something, give him more time or stimulation.
Your hands remained at your sides. If anything, you looked bored with his pathetic display. “Clock’s ticking, Cantiel.”
He swallowed audibly, but became a bit more confident with each movement. The angel pressed his chest against your leg, and nuzzled his face into your thigh. He moved a bit quicker, readjusting to ride with more force.
Two minutes.
It didn’t take him long to establish an even pace. He soaked your boot, and tears already pricked at his eyes. His wings stayed flexed behind him, but they seemed to flutter with each rock of his body. His thighs were already twitching, but whether it was from usage or impending orgasm, you didn’t know.
However, it was oddly quiet. You came to realize that Cantiel was biting down on his lip, only letting muffled sounds escape. You tapped his cheek, saying, “Don’t do that, darling. Sing for me.”
He nodded his head. His mewls now echoed inside your head and around you. They were akin to his songs, in both beauty and intention. Tears slipped down his face, and his nails dug into your thigh.
One minute.
Just as soon as he had settled into a steady pace, he increased his speed. He was determined to reach his climax within your set time constraints. The sounds that escaped his mouth were somewhere between a sob and a moan.
Cantiel was so, so close. You could tell from the look in his eyes and fervent movements. He held onto you, as if you were his last lifeline in pleasure he was currently drowning in.
The seraph suddenly emitted a high, dulcet cry. His eyes rolled to the back of his skull. White liquid stained your boot and the ground beneath it.
Zero minutes.
He met your eyes, breaths coming quicker than were words, but you didn’t need his voice to answer him.
“Get up,” you ordered. Cantiel shook like a fresh fawn, standing up but holding onto for support. You held onto his waist, praising, “You did good. Was that your first orgasm?”
“Y-yes sir,” he mumbled, slowly coming back to himself. His face was red; whether it was from shame or leftover arousal, you didn’t know.
One of your hands moved to hold face and wipe away the remnants of his tears. “Would you like to continue?”
“I thought you said-”
“I know what I said. You came in time. I’m still going to give you the option.”
A small smirk tugged at his lips. “What, you too tired to continue, General?”
“And you still have the energy to act like a brat? Fine, then.”
You grabbed his hips, pressing him back against the wall. Cantiel pushed back against your chest weakly, without much intention behind his actions—other than angering you, of course. Seeing that his efforts were fruitless, he set his sights on undressing you instead.
Realizing what he was doing, you aided him in removing your clothes, only pausing to kiss and bite him. Your tunic and undershirt slipped off easily. However, instead of removing your pants as well, you elected to lift the other angel into your arms.
He instinctively resisted, and his sharp gasp cut through the air. Cantiel’s fingers dug into your shoulders for stability. His eyes never broke away from yours, though. “You scared me, General.”
“I did? Hm, I suppose I’ve achieved my goal then.”
His eyes widened, remembering your earlier conversation. The angel then crossed his arms over his chest, reminiscent of a petulant human behavior. “You know I didn’t mean that seriously!”
“You seemed pretty serious to me,” you contradicted, a winning smirk pulling at your face. “Don’t worry you pretty little head though, I still fully have plans to finish what I started.”
Your finger pushed far into him suddenly, and Cantiel let out a startled cry. You started with just one, knowing that most angels were virgins. He was no exception. It only served as a reminder of the stains you bore.
He was once again reduced to tears as you stretched him out, adding another finger when you deemed it appropriate. This time, you kissed his tears away, whispering, “I know it burns, but I’ve got you, okay songbird?”
He nodded his head, although it almost seemed like he was nuzzling you due to your proximity. The entirety of his being melted into your embrace, trusting you to take care of him and satiate his desires. His grip on you softened, and his eyes fluttered shut.
He accepted and even welcomed the slight pain, pushing back into your hand. His breaths aligned with your own, and he seemed to become accustomed to the feeling.
At least, that was until a third finger entered him, and you prodded inside him with renewed vigor. His wings flared behind him, but he had no motivation to actually escape. Instead, he buried his head into your neck, pressing gentle kisses to or nipping at your skin.
Cantiel had learned to refrain from hiding his noises, allowing broken melodies to flow from his mouth in an uninterrupted stream. He thrusted his hips experimentally, grinding against you and forcing a groan out of your own mouth.
“Are you ready for more, my dear?” you inquired softly, seeking his consent.
“Yes sir,” he responded, nearly breathless.
You removed your fingers and, although he was warned about it, Cantiel let out a whine. You unzipped your pants, saying, “This will only burn for a moment.”
Your initial thrust punctuated your sentence, and punched the air out the angel’s lungs. He was still tight, despite all of your prep and his best attempts to relax his muscles.
His hand rubbed his abdomen, somewhat in awe of his current circumstances. “Please, y-you can move.”
On his word, you draw out of him almost completely, leaving only the tip. After a short breath, you slam into him, skin slapping against skin and sounds intertwining in a cacophony of pleasure.
Cantiel threw his head back and cried out your name, as if you were the only god he had ever known. It nearly made you cum on the spot, having never heard him even pronounce your name before.
His and your wings combined to encircle you both, separating you from the rest of Heaven and quieting your noises. No amount of feathers could hide your sin from God, but it could keep you from the prying eyes of your kin.
Your hands gripped his thighs, a direct reaction to how tight the angel was. He would be covered in bruises tomorrow, from the work of your mouth and hands. The remnants of your passion would stain him, only serving to remind him of the ephemeral religion created in this taint.
Each time you thrusted into him, Cantiel responded with a keening noise. You adored his music, but his voice sounded so better like this. He alone was chorus like no other, and his song was one of ardor.
“God, you sound addicting,” you groaned, although you weren’t sure if he heard you. The angel was quite preoccupied, being lost in the throes of pleasure. His eyes latched onto yours though, seeking an anchor, and his nails dug into you.
Your thrusts only gained in speed, as he became more familiar with the feeling of you inside him. You pushed every thought, every prayer, every bit of adoration for anyone other than yourself out of his mind. You left him only with what was happening now.
Why would he want to remember anything else, when he had never known praise greater than this? Angels were taught to set themselves aside, to worship a God who would never praise with them in return.
However, in this moment Cantiel was the one being adored. You were buried deep inside him, seeking both his and your own pleasure. You drew every possible sound out of him, and praised him for his song. You pulled every idea out of his head, and filled the empty space with yourself.
The angel could no longer string together a coherent sentence, but he could feel a foreign heat bubbling in his abdomen for the second time today. You tell he was getting close, by the way his eyes turned up and his body shook, and you purposefully increased the speed of your thrusts.
With your name on his tongue, he came. He sobbed and screamed and squeezed around you, overwhelmed by the high he was experiencing. You buried yourself deep inside him, cumming moments after he did.
As the fruit of your orgasm spread inside him, something strange caught your eye. Cantiel’s wings, once a pearly color, were now becoming increasingly more dull. You knew he would be tainted, but this quickly?
It was that foggy, post-orgasm haze that you realized your mistake. In committing yet another sin, you were being cast out from Heaven. Cantiel, being your accomplice, was being dragged down as well.
The angel still cried, but no longer in pleasure. The pain of what his once-beloved God called sin was bearing down on him. You pulled out, and clutched him as close to you as possible. You had expected your own fall, but had never intended to bring him into this.
“I-it hurts-”
“I know it hurts. Whatever you do, do not let go.”
Or was this what you wanted? Cantiel would no longer offer his worship to a god, nor would he be distracted by any other angel. He would be yours, all yours, forever.
If you held him a little tighter and smiled at the thought? Well, that’s between you and yourself.
i really like the fantasy of being fucked on a church altar. Whatever that was on it now scattered everywhere on the ground. it's just a bit taller than the usual ones so my legs dangle uselessly while something fucks me. Demon, Angel, Priest, I don't care as long as its using me to get off.
I wonder if it would find it romantic if I mocked up some missing posters : ) I don’t find it too-too fun. So much of the info will be outdated immediately, since I plan on changing so much.
MISSING. [Too-personish first name that I’m not gonna let it use anymore] [last name I’m gonna replace as well] Last seen in [city several hours away from where I’m keeping it]. Last seen wearing [clothes I’m gonna immediately replace with cuter stuff I’ve picked out for it].
in any case re:"oral fixation", i think you could do to spend a bit more time thinking about how empty your mouth feels if there's nothing inside it, as a hobby.
