#Angel x reader

[ozzgin]

content: gender neutral reader, biblically accurate angels, NSFW

"Are you okay, (Y/N)? You seem a little pale."

The rest of the choir pauses briefly, eyeing you with mild concern. You wave your hand reassuringly.

It appears that no one else can see them. In the middle of your practice - as you are to perform for the church in just a couple of minutes - you were disturbed to discover several colossal creatures sprawled against the high ceilings of the holy building. They have many eyes, tumbling around in blazing spirals, and thick pairs of wings adorning their alien bodies.

They're angels. You can feel it in the very marrow of your bones. Their intentions, however, are anything but sacred. Their burning stare feels like hundreds of rough hands greedily running over your human body. It's almost as if - no, quite literally - they're touching you with the raw power of thought.

"Then let us begin," the leader declares, turning towards the audience. "This one is called, 'Hark! The Herald Angels Sing'. In one, two..."

He taps the rail of the podium, and you open your mouth. The first note rolls out with a creak, and you readjust your collar, embarrassed. The invisible hands have reached your nether regions, causing your cheeks to burn with heat.

Good Lord. You're being molested by angels in the middle of your Christmas choir. Thankfully your swaying voice is drowned by the rest of the members, completely unaware of your depraved circumstances. You look ahead, trying your best to maintain a straight face.

By the time the song is over, you're a feverish mess. The people stand up in an explosion of applause; you use this chance to run outside, drenched in your own juices. With trembling hands, you type a message to one of the choir members: I need a moment to recollect myself.

Hopefully they're done playing with you.

[lav-is-writing]

Hello there Lav dear, I do hope everything is going well for you today.

I was wondering if you would be able to write something for Ronin and Angel (separately, of course.) Helping a Reader who suffers from Chronic Mingraines? (My friend has been struggling with them as of recently. )

Also I wanted to thank you for the warm wishes while I was recovering from being sick. (The sick fic with angel was just wonderful and I believe helped me recovered just a bit quicker than normal.❣️)

Thank you for reading and have a wonderful rest of your day/night.

Regards,

🌅-Anon.

My Head...

warnings: mentions of murder

pairings: Ronin x Reader / Angel x Reader

wc: 357

a/n: Hey anon! I'm sorry this is so late, I'm currently on vacation so it was hard to find time to write this. I couldn't find the right time to write it the way I usually do, so it's in a mix of story and headcanon format.

Angel-

Oh honey, Angel’s losing it. 

Seeing you suffer is already a no in her book, and so she took every step she could to prevent these sort of situations. But this? This was something that she couldn’t stop by killing TALKING to someone. Instead, she had to care for you as much as she possibly could, whilst also managing her job and appearances in public. 

Most people were glad to have the Heartsick Angel disappear for a while, but they didn’t know that the reason for it was Angel trying every solution she could find. Painkillers, doctors, she treated it like you were dying.

The pain itself was terrible. A constant throbbing in your head that leads to dizziness and fatigue, resulting in you napping whenever you could. At some point, you found yourself feeling trapped by your symptoms. How could anything get better? 

That’s when Angel came to remind you that you can get better. With support, with medicine, you could get back to normal with minor effects from the migraines. And that she would be with you every step of the way.

“It’s alright, dear. I don’t mind staying to look after you again.”

Ronin-

Ronin’s struggling.

The last thing he wanted to do was show that he was genuinely worried about you. On the other hand, it was becoming harder and harder to ignore your problem completely. Your constant complaining and bad moods were some of the worst he had ever experienced. 

“Ugh, my head hurts.”

“What do you want me to do about it?”

“Maybe you should act like a halfway decent boyfriend and help me!”

“Nah, no thanks, darlin’.”

He barely dodged the pillow you launched at his head.

Eventually- although he’s still mostly hesitant about it- he’ll grab some medicine for you. He’ll make sure that you’re taking time off of work to take care of yourself as well. You had to admit it. Having Ronin taking care of you felt much better than when he had his typical asshole behavior. 

He made you meals, stayed by your side, and best of all? He didn't come home splattered in blood while he was helping you recover.

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to act a little worse. At least then you could see the Devil’s true feelings.

[married-to-google-translater]

Imagine... Yandere Angel

A Yandere angel who doesn't even know the meaning of the word Yandere.

Hus obsession would start slowly but surely.

There was just something special about you...

A Yandere angel would just see the goodness in you.

If he wasn't your guardian angels he would change it quickly.

Now you can be together~

(You wouldn't even be aware of his existence..)

The scariest thing of all is that he truly believe he's protecting you.

He truly believe they are doing the right thing.

All this for your sake~

If he could talk to you, he would surely be happy.

Eventually, the Yandere angel wouldn't be able to keep himself away from you.

He would start appearing in your dreams.

At first, he would just observe you, but soon he would start talking to you too.

You would have turned him into a workaholic.

What's the point of things if he can't share them with you?

Yandere Angel would take your flirting very seriously.

For completely irrelevant reasons, she has decided that every potential dating partner is a threat.

This is definitely not jealousy... *sarcasm*

However, this would work surprisingly well...

Maybe it's time to get a cat?

Oh Yandere angel can't wait to meet you in person~

Luckily for you, he's patient.

[davinawritings]

Monster Bestfiend Accidentally Finds Your Only Fans

Monster best friend that accidentally finds your only fans. As soon as he sees your face, he goes to get off your page, but when he sees the giant monster dildo in your hand, he pauses. His finger hovers over the play button, his mind at war with itself on whether to see more. His conscience screams at him to put the phone down and forget he saw you there, but everything else screams at him to see more.

He gives in and clicks on your page, and his cock throbs as he realizes that every video is of you playing with all different monster dildos. He starts a video and can’t help but moan as you bounce up and down on a very large dildo, clearly modeled after a werewolf cock. Your tiny cunt stretched more than he would have thought possible for a little human. 

His hand is immediately wrapped around his throbbing cock and stroking in time with your movements. He growls as he watches your face scrunch up in pleasure, feeling his own release getting closer, far faster than he would like. 

As you let out a scream and gush all over the dildo, he finally cums, shooting all over his hand and the floor. He releases a small moan as he glances at his phone and sees the cum covering the screen over your naked body. 

The guilt slowly creeps in as he comes down from his high, and he vows he will never do this again. And he continues to break that vow every night as he crawls into bed, his cock cumming hard as he watches your videos, only to swear it’s the last time all over again. 

And when he sees you next, and his cock starts hardening immediately, he knows he is truly fucked. He’s just going to have to find a way to claim you for himself. At least he knows you have a thing for monsters and riding monster cock. He can’t wait to see you bouncing on his. 

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

warning: slight corruption kink, yandere behavior, panty stealing, breeding kink, dubcon if you squint

EHEHEH thinking about yandere!angel who has never been hard before.

He sees you, such a pretty little human he’s meant to watch over. You’re so soft and plump, your body stirs something in his belly that he doesn’t completely understand.

And he sees you undressing one night, your form completely bare before his very eyes.

Angels always walk around in the nude, they aren’t ashamed of their bodies… so why does his cock start to twitch and harden?

He doesn’t understand, this has never happened before and the feeling is unbearable. Something in his body wants to be closer to you, to… connect with you.

The angel approaches your room, quiet as he opens your window and slides in with ease. He’s not sure what he should do, but he spots your discarded clothing.

It’s shameful, how he even thinks about stealing an item of your clothing. Your panties are your favorite color, lacy with a little bow on the front. He can spot a slight wetness there, and he starts to drool.

Why is his body reacting like this? His cheeks flush a crimson red as he flees your home, your underwear in his hand. He flies far away, as if trying to escape his new, lustful feelings.

He isolates himself in a small cave, slowly draping your panties over his throbbing cock. The feeling of your slick coated panties touching his tip made him hiss out in pleasure.

Of course, the angel had never masturbated before. He came within just a few strokes, but his cock was still so swollen. Every time he thought about your plush frame, his tip dribbled precum, and he couldn’t help but jerk off again.

It just wasn’t enough… soon he felt so sore, and his hands weren’t soft like yours, and he bet your lips or pussy would feel so much better…

He was your protector, wasn’t he? It made sense that he’d get to fuck his precious little cherub, his sweet girl, right?

Wouldn’t it be a blessing to put a baby in your belly?

Usually the angel had no trouble flying, but now he was trying his best to concentrate on getting to your home.

You spot him in the window, your eyes still bleary from sleep. He’s the picture of elegance, with long, flowing blonde hair and gorgeous dark eyes…

“Be not afraid, I am a messenger of god…” he panted, cheeks flushed pink. “You… have been chosen for something… great…”

He walked in, your curtain billowing around him as he stretched out and lightly clapped his snow-white wings.

His eyes were on your skimpy nightgown, and the way it barely covered your plush thighs.

“You’ve been chosen… to carry my child…”

Your plump thighs squished together, causing him to let out an involuntary moan. “Ch-child? How would you… do that? Touch my belly or something, like the Virgin Mary?”

His eyes were clouded with lust as he approached your bed, his hand trembling with need. “No, my sweet girl… I am no God, I’ll have to take a much more… direct approach.”

In an instant he was on top of you, his lips crashing into yours with an urgency only to be expected of a virgin. He was inexperienced, but tasted like honey and was as gentle as he possibly could be.

Already his erection was pressing against your thigh, and he unceremoniously thrusted his hips, trying to get more friction.

You were so damn soft, warm to the touch. It was taking everything in him not to ravish you instantly.

His fingers danced across your clothed cunt, testing the waters. When he pulled his hand back, it was wet and with a soft lick, his eyes went wide.

You tasted amazing.

Though he wanted to devour your fat cunt, he needed yo be inside of you even more. He was in pain, his cock aching and begging your your warmth to envelope him.

You watched his wings twitch as he positioned himself between your legs. The white feathers were soft to the touch, and you held onto them while he pushed in.

The angel couldn’t help himself, the second he felt your warm pussy he went crazy. His head was buried in your neck, his hips slapping against yours as he struggled to control his body.

He had never felt so good before, the angel was committing a terrible sin but he didn’t care, not one bit.

“S-so good, you’ll have your reward in heaven…” he blubbered out, cheeks red and covered in pleasured tears. “God…”

He came so quick, painting your walls white as hips nails dug into your hips.

All he wanted to do now was wrap his wings around you, holding you close. The angel didn’t pull out, you felt way too warm and comfy for that.

As he kissed your head and snuggled with you in bed, he was sure that that this was fate. Perhaps he was meant to lust after you…

You were something special, and no one would take you away from him.

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[werecreature-addicted]

part one

Fallen angel who can't help but crave sex every moment after you two make love for the first time. He doesn't want to eat or sleep or work, he wants to be balls deep inside your perfect cunt. He's only ever known Devotion, not even as a form of love, but as a way of life, now that he's lost his god he has nothing to devote himself to except for your perfect body and the holy way you cum. He eats you out with the same diligence as he used to pray. He knows your body the way a priest knows the bible. Your cries of pleasure are like gospel music. divine.

He drizzles honey over your tits and sucks your skin clean again, lavishing you with his tongue, teasing your nipples with his teeth. If you're worried that he's not eating enough he'll gladly take every meal at the alter of your breasts.

He feels unworthy when you bathe him, no amount of soap will make him clean again. He doesn't deserve your soft affection. if anything, he should be bathing you, kneeling at your feet, bringing warm water over your body, tenderly washing every inch. but he's not the worshiper he once was, he gets distracted, and he strokes your pussy slowly back and forth, the soap long forgotten as he "cleans" you. He strokes your clit slowly, his breath fluttering as you twitch against the pad of his fingers. He's so lucky to be in the cult of your love, your first and only follower. Normally he knows that people would try to share this pleasure, this sanctum, but the thought of sharing you twists him inside. He thinks he'd kill anyone else who tried to worship you the way he does.

[digitalbvnny]

angel!bf who becomes so enamoured with you.. he's supposed to be tendinf to his holy duties, his heavenly chores but he just can't take his eyes of you. you're just a human, nothing special really, except you have the most beautiful hair, glimmering eyes, the softest skin he's ever seen.

angel!bf who is trying to rip his stare from your almost holy figure, from the sway of your walk, to the way your skirt falls against your thigh. angel!bf who is so close to falling through the clouds when he sees you undress for the first time. and hos feet fall through the air, wings scorched when he hears you moan. your little human fongers touching the forbidden fruit.

angel!bf who apologizes as he takes tour body as its his. his no longer holy tears burn your mortal flesh when they fall from his glittering eyes. angel!bf who swears youight be a god when he comes in your cunt, ready to serve you forever more.

[omkookie]

Getting gangbanged by the lesser angels.

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut, Gangbang, filth, 5 on 1, MC gets her pussy stuffed.

Normal thoughts be damned, I'm thinking about MC being kidnapped by ‘Lesser angels’. Everyone in Hell is looking glum and depressed, thinking that she's being tortured to death in heaven. MEANWHILE She's getting her brains fucked out of her skull and living out her biggest slut fantasies. 

MC’s drooling like a dog, her mouth stuffed with Armisael’s pretty cock. Sucking on it, spit drips down her chin every time he thrusts it in deeper and makes her gag. The blonde angel strokes her pretty hair running his fingers through it, before his hands return to her cheeks to hold them. He uses her mouth to get himself off, whispering some little curses along with words of encouragement for her, to let her know what a dirty little human she is.

Camael is the one who snatched her away and brought her here. He’s occupying himself by fucking her from the back, Holding her hips with firm hands. His nails dig lightly into her skin as he pulls out, teasingly pushing back into her at a slow pace. Her juices drip down her thighs, combined with his cum which slowly seeps out of her stuffed pussy. ‘You’re so beautiful, Daughter of Solomon’ He hums out in-between breaths, 

Rashiel is fucking his big girthy cock between her tits. He holds his hand over his cock while he thrusts it against her chest, and holy shit was he a girth master. If MC didn’t already have her mouth full of cock she would be gawking at him. He didn't have one of the longest, but it was still one of the widest cocks she's ever seen. Did God make all angels have huge cocks on purpose? Probably. MC’s eyes roll back just by the feeling of Rashiel rubbing it between her tits, Her brain automatically fantasizing about sliding his big cock into her pussy. 

Snapped out of her slutty thoughts by Zeruel, MC’s pupils dilate as she catches a glimpse of him. He is huge and when I tell you he's huge, I mean he’s the second largest angel in heaven. His shirt clings tightly to his muscular chest. It doesn’t take long before MC feels something big and hard being placed into her hand. 

The angels continue playing with her, Touching her nipples, spanking her, pulling her hair back, stuffing her pussy over and over again. All of them are finishing either inside of her or on her.

Luckily for MC, Zeruel finishes on her face rather than in her pussy despite having her jerk him off with her cute little hand. He gives her face a generous dose of the angel cum she's been fantasizing about this whole time. 

Michelleel is more like a stuck-up prude at first, but eventually he joins in and has MC jerk him off with her other hand. Morals be damned, who’s going to punish him for sinning aside from Gabriel? He pushes his cock into MC’s mouth once Armisael is done using her throat, and MC recognizes him as the green haired angel Leraye told her about once.

All of them have been pussy deprived for centuries, and now they're all curious about sex. They make MC cum as many times as possible, overstimulating her entire body once they find out what a clitoris is and what feels good for her. 

The sloppy aftercare later is very cute tho <3

[alastorss]

HAZBIN LOVE LANGUAGES

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ACTS OF SERVICE - ALASTOR

He's not good at being vulnerable, so acts of service are the only way he can tell you he cares. He's a gentleman through and through, always making sure you're safe and happy. Alastor has gotten used to moving you to the inside of the sidewalk when you join him on his strolls, standing in front of you when drunks approach, even making sure your clothes are folded. He isn't the nicest with his words, and he honestly kind of hates being touched, so he tries his best to do whatever he can to make you happy the only way he knows how. Romance and all that just isn't what he was built for, but he does care. Really.

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION + QUALITY TIME - ANGEL DUST

You think it would be physical touch, but that's far from the truth. Angel has been used his entire afterlife—as soon as he finds someone he feels safe and loved with, he'll settle down quickly. But because of his past, he'll constantly seek words of affirmation and give them in return. One, because he wants to hear you say things that make him feel secure in your relationship. And two, because he never wants you to feel the way he did with Val. Same goes for quality time: Angel never felt like he was valued or cherished in his past relationships so spending some quiet time with you is what he craves the most. Sure, sex is fun, but just being by your side is enough for him.

GIFT GIVING/GIFT RECEIVING - LUCIFER

The King of Hell can do anything. He can be anything. And he'd give you whatever you wanted if it meant seeing you smile. He's especially good at hand made gifts, his creativity and imagination never running dry. And when it makes you smile? That's the best gift he could ever ask for in return. Spoiling you is just what he does best, and if he has the capacity for it, then why not?

PHYSICAL TOUCH - HUSK

This guy is Touch Starved™️. The underworld has really messed with his head and put him into pretty dark places—drinking is all he knows until he meets you. And when you touch him? Oh boy. He malfunctions, but in a good way. It's like all the toment in his head goes quiet without needing to pound some bottles. So he gets used to it, does everything he can to get you to even hold his hands. It's nice knowing someone in this place has his back, past and all. And he does his best to return the affection, wanting you to feel all the same showers of love you give to him.

[valentine-cafe]

˖⁺. “ GUYS MY AGE don't . . . ” :

﹙ various older men x fem reader ﹚.𖹭 ݁

. . . various older men x fem reader !! 🍒 : 

older men just do it better. whether it be how they take care of you - treat you - touch you. . . how could a guy your age ever compare? why be a 'babe' when you could be a darling?

﹙ cws ﹚: explicit content ˖ age gap ( reader is obv over 20 ! ) ˖ fingering ˖ penetrative sex ˖ thigh riding ˖ groping ˖ also just a lot of fluff and affection n spoiling  | wc : 2.8k 

﹙ receipts ﹚: I've been wanting to do this for a while. to all the girls with daddy issues - this one's for you 

꒰  other treats : guidelines ˖ m.list ˖ characters ˖ our lore  ꒱

𖹭. GUYS MY AGE ───

﹙ Jìngyí 209. ﹚. . . don’t know how to treat me !! 🍒 : Spoiling has always been one of Jìngyí’s strong suites. Whether that be café and dinner dates, showers of gifts and endless shopping sprees.

‘You’re spending too much on me!’ you vehemently complain.

‘Well someone has to use my money,’ he counters diligently.

The latter is where you find yourself. Sleek, ebony vicuña weaved into a stunning dress with silk that caresses your skin and whispers the hundreds and thousands of credits your beloved is so ready to put on his bank statement. All to see you dolled up for him.

With shifts in front of the changing room mirror, you suck in a breath at the stare of amber from the reflection. You spin around to greet his sophisticated, seated stance not too far away. His heavy stare worships you from top to bottom. Every curve, every cling of fabric. “Do you like it?” The deep croon takes on the sensation of his hands you can already feel tracing along your hips and thighs.

“Well. . . it is a bit pricey.”

The click of his tongue finds your right ear before you can so much as blink. “Not what I asked, sweetheart.” Cold fingers separate the slit of vicuña at your thigh and remind themselves of your wonderful skin. Much like icy lips that reminisce along the path of your neck.

The mirror strings your gazes once again. You suck in a breath when those familiar chills stroke along the inner corners of your panties. On instinct you urge to look, but the flex of firm fingers on your flesh keeps your eyes on his.

“I asked: if you like it, darling?”

Cotton underwear submits itself to the pull and slither of his fingers. They search for wetness rather than fabric — and once treasure is found they stroke in delight. Spilling hushed breaths from your lips to fog the reflective glass.

“I. . . w-well I - Jìngyí.” His thumb presses for answers at your throbbing clit, that weeps along with your slit for your answer to the sensual interrogation. Not that he would halt even with your breathy - “yes gēgē. . .”

He muses with a kiss to your jaw. Your wet pussy quickly becomes the centre of his attention, other than the pinch of your nipple between his free hand. Since you wish to be so stubborn and stiff with his spoils, he will simply have to ease you.

“Then it’s yours, sweet thing.” The obvious bulge flushes into your ass. A small greeting for what’s to come. The grind into your plush flesh reminds you of the shame he lacks. If his fingers already pumping at your poor cunny were not enough of a prompter.

Jìngyí’s drawl hums into your ear. The sweetest nectar a serpent could muster. Through slitted pupils and the sharpness of fangs peeking from his grin. “And since it is yours; why not break it in, hmm?”

His fingers plunge to the knuckle and he groans out at your hiccupping cry and spewing pussy.

꒰  mad doctor ˖ snake monster ˖ villain character ꒱

 

﹙ Alessio 1311. ﹚. . . don’t know how to touch me !! 🍓 : To grow accustomed to Alessio’s physical affection was to grow accustomed to air leaving your lungs. A fruitless endeavor. Whether it be his squeezes of adoration. Or the way he needed to rest his hands on your hips, thighs, waist and shoulders - as though his palms would surely burn if he did not. And his kisses. Oh his kisses. He may be a felon, but his lips are the true criminals. Devils eager to steal the very essence of your life. Vampiric.

All of these combined only seemed to heighten to the heavens with time apart. He’s a busy man, and you are far from different. So when you stumble through the doors of his late-afternoon apartment. Best believe he’s upon you like a bee to honey.

Yet instead of stings, his hands are sweet on your sides. To the caresses on your neck. The sap of his kisses were evident with the way his lips seemed to remain glued to yours. Heavy to pull away. Let alone breathe.

“Alessio,” you whine. Two rough thumbs apologise in rubs to your cheekbones. But the trails of saliva joining your mouths drips with guiltlessness. His chuckle joins the mix of empty remorse.

“That’s my name, hermosa.”

He’s on you again. Are you aphrodisiac itself? His mouth cannot get enough of you. Nor his hands that back you into the marble countertop and bathe your body in the setting sun poured from vast windows. They clamp on your waist and squeeze his fingers to delight in the flesh.

Your hands join the profession of need, with arms that hook round his neck with playful fingers finding the back of his black hair. It’s only right with the way his hands roam you in search of who-knows-what. Or perhaps there is nothing to be found. Only the essence of your sweet skin beneath his callouses and the shivers it strikes down his spine.

His lips take the carnal trail too. They travel along your neck and find their perch on the corner of junction of your jaw. Sucks and nips induce squirms — and he is left with no other option than fix his grip on your hips.

“Come now, pretty girl.” Alessio’s groan rumbles against your throat almost drunkenly suckles and kisses upon. Like a signal, his palms flatten against the sides of your thighs. Then slip back to catch the cushiony flesh and roughly squeeze. One even delivers a spank to your ass for good measure before he’s yanking you flush against him.

His height topples over you. Dark strands tickle your face as his lips remember yours and race home for round two - or three - maybe four? You cannot keep count when his black lipstick smears you breathless.

“Show me you love me.”

He punctuates with a jerk of his hips. His hard tent drags along your clothed folds so perfectly that you have to grapple for steadiness on his broad shoulders. A skillful tongue eagerly drinks to intoxication on your whines.

And oh - what a greedy man he is. With a hand shoving the back of your head closer; so that you have no other option than to breathe him in as air. Than to cling to him like a lifeline.

As stated. To get used to his touch is to grow accustomed to suffocation itself.

꒰  rockstar ˖ mercenary ˖ punk character ꒱

 

﹙ Orion. ﹚. . . don’t know how to please me !! 🍒 : “What do you mean, that your previous has never tasted you?”

What a poetic way to express his surprise the first time his head swam between your legs. Lust darker than the Abyss had cleared for the shine of shock at your words that day. It appeared the right hand of Lord Darkness could simply not fathom that your former lover refused to worship you in this way.

Ever since, Orion made it his life’s mission to set the stars on your vision whenever he went down on you. Regardless of how many times he’s tasted your sweetness. How many times he’s gorged and drunk on your ambrosia.

He’d never get tired of the flex of your muscles squishing his face your tight leg-lock. The fist of your fingers through his hair black as night. Not to mention the flutter and roll of your eyes, the weight of fat tears on your lashes.

Much was evident tonight after his hours of patrol through the city of shadows. No difference in the caress of his delicate, large hands along your perked breasts. The tickle of his tongue on your thigh. Nor the eagerness to lift your leg over his shoulder.

An angel of his stature, an Admiral of the Abyss, down on his knees for your divine pussy. As though you were his god. You certainly are in his eyes.

“Cannot believe,” he pants into your wetness, taking a moment to gulp down your juices. Still, some poured down his chin and throat. “That fool. . . let this go to waste. Sightless.”

Sightless, quite the way to describe your current state too. With your head draped back into the cushions of the seating. Eyes tittered the line of blindness with the white that invades your vision. Much like his relentless tongue lapping away at your wetness.

“Soooo wet. . . such a pretty pussy you have here for me, yes, love?” Another gulp. To compensate for the lack of stimulation, you receive a tight spank to your spurting cunt. Your sob raises to a slew of hiccups and cries of his name when he dives back in. As though mere seconds away from your heat is a sin of the highest accord.

“O-Orr - Orriii - i-on - p-plea - hic -”

Dark wings envelope your shivering form while his arms lock around your thighs. His lower face needily grinds into your pussy. Eager for another squeeze of your cum and slew of cries. The bridge of his nose certainly takes the memo seriously - as always - and roughly rubs into your quivered clit.

“Thaaattt’s my girl. Mhhm - hah - feel that?” He slurs into your heat. Drooling just as much as your oversensitive pink flesh. “’s is how you should - mngh - should be treated. Buck, sweetheart.”

What more can you do but obey with rushed jerks into his face as your tummy coils? As you stutter his name to the divine and squirt all over his face with fingers squeezing his dark hair through the gaps.

It’s not as though he will stop any time soon. Not when he’s drunk on your cum and eager to prove that this should be the standard. Laid back with a man feasting between your legs — just as you deserve.

꒰  abyssal angel ˖ dragon character ꒱

 

﹙ Rasui 9948e. ﹚. . . don’t know how to read me !! 🍓 : Quiet men have a certain observation to them. You have learnt such in your relationship with a certain fire elemental. The retract of his his tongue is exchange for keen skills in reading each and every one of your signs.

Or perhaps it is simply him. A man his age surely is aware of all the signs and symptoms of the female body and mind to the t. It doesn’t surprise you any less every time he so effortlessly points out your needs. The craving of your essence that even you at times do not realise.

Today was not the case. You knew well what you wanted. Needed. Your skin missed his flame. His warmth a lathered memory on your flesh. The throbs between your thighs call his name — and yet you don’t so much as peep.

Rasui is a busy man. You should be grateful that you’re even allowed in his office when he’s got that much paperwork on his desk. At least, that’s what you’ve convinced the depths of your eager mind.

Every low hum he sounds when observing a document, the hushed mutter that deepens his already baritone voice; it thrums through your very being. So you squeeze your thighs in failed attempts of alleviating some on the unbearable tension.

He’s glanced at you a few times. Whenever you’d shift in the seat to ‘readjust’ your dress and urge it further down your thighs. A fault on your behalf. Wearing a dress around him after waking up that needy. . . you were hungry for problems.

Greedy for a bit more than that it seems. Your cunt’s insatiable to the thought of his thick cock parting your walls. Or his fingers. His hot tongue —

You force your lower face into your palm and press further into your book. Gorge your eyes on meaningless words you have forgotten how to read. What’s comprehension when the thought of him rearranging your insides tastes sweeter to the mind?

His mere presence is enough to leave you wanting. What have you become? A depraved whore? You feel like one.

“Habibti.”

The only thing better than the filthy imageries plaguing your mind like a sinful broken record. His voice. You will your gaze to him and hone every fibre of your body to attempt normality. Topped off with a tight-lipped smile and flex of your thighs beneath the cotton of your dress. “Hmm?”

The pat of his thigh is the only response you get. Oh no. There goes your manners. “Come. Treat yourself.”

You don’t know whether to cry tears of embarrassment or relief. It doesn’t stop your muscles from pulling and legs to shuffle over to your boyfriend. Straddle over his thigh and flush your heat onto his pants-clad thigh with a breathy gasp.

“- ‘m sorry.”

“None of that.”

Eyes dancing with flames and desire cast you affection. Poured out next onto your cheek as he thumbs the skin. Then a pat to your thigh after he rids the hem of the dress to bunch higher. “Don’t apologise for needing me. Take what you need.”

That long awaited sensation of warmth encases your thigh. An idle rest and motivator while his free hand scripts across his document. As if you are not getting off on him with small rocks of your hips and stuttered breaths.

“Th-Thank. . . Thank you.”

“Of course.” His lips meet yours for a moment. In tender pecks to match the aid of his grip to your grind. To kiss on your soft moans and drink them like honey. “Anything for his sweet girl.”

꒰  fire elemental ˖ mercenary leader ꒱

 

﹙ Vespasiano 781. ﹚. . . don’t know how to need me !! 🍒 : At times you wonder if you should have thought twice before falling for a Lieutenant. One of special ops especially. His side of the bed felt like arctic whenever you’d roll on over in search for him in the middle of the night. The phantom of strong arms haunts your skin. From the time the moon rises till sun takes its place.

A repetitive cycle. For days. Weeks. Until your very flesh calls for him. Your heart and soul join the choir of pining. Deployment was an evil, cruel thing.

It mattered not how often he’d communicate. Nothing compared to having his deep voice drawled right beside your ears. Large, warm hands flat on your waist, to your hips and then their squeezing destination at your thighs.

Tonight is different. The strings of your heart play a chord of joy. You watch the windows. Wait the door. Each creak of the floorboards. Every pair of footsteps out of the house.

For a moment, you lost hope at the mockery of the clock’s arms stretched wide across its face. Sink into your slump of loneliness, now missing his touch more than ever.

You’d forget about them the second the lock turned. His arms are all you know once his black boots hit the threshold and your senses flood with the scent of sandalwood. His lips grow hungry and reach for yours — you catch on instinct with his hushed groans and stumbles into you.

The both of you forget his height. Vespasiano’s height staggers over you and pushes you back into the house with his foot carelessly shutting the door. A fumbling waltz through the foyer to the nearest wall. His hands reach - and caress - and grab. Whatever they possible can at your long-awaited body and heat.

“Amore mio. Dio. . . missed you s’fucking much.”

Forget the wall. He needs you up and personal with his skin. Merged into one if he could help it. His palms greet the back of your thighs and remind them of his strength. Effortlessly, he hooks you closer like a lasso and lifts you. Hips reuniting too. Lips familiarising your neck and leaving behind a hundred apologies.

“V-Vesp. . . oh Vespasiano,”

Your hands thread to his hair and grip at his greys in a desperate attempt to keep him right there. Swimming between your thighs and scouring your body with hands and lips in search of who-knows-what treasures.

His deep groan vibrates the front of your throat and he plops you over the nearest piece of furniture. Lips meet yours again. It’s treason to leave them for longer than a minute. His hands abandon their perimeter mission to instead cup at your face and rub calloused thumbs on cheekbones.

“Missed that the most, dolcezza. Missed my name on your tongue.” Muffles to your mouth — ain’t no way is he leaving any time soon. Not when he has to reward your tongue with his after those sweet sounds. His hands return to their worship and once more, you fear his height will topple over you completely. The only thing stopping him from collapsing into your very being is the tightness of your legs round his waist.

“C’mon,” he huffs down your neck. Kisses to your collarbone and hands slipped beneath your shirt, up your sides as his dull green eyes peer into yours. On the verge of heart-shaped pupils and a haze of clear ache for you.

“Move those hips. Show me you love me.”

꒰  lieutenant ˖ vampire ˖ dilf character ꒱

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ᡣ𐭩: aki, angel, kishibe, yoshida

note: you accidentally send nudes! (early dating or pre-relationship)

warnings: cursing, suggestive, f!reader

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[ozzgin]

content: gender neutral reader, religious themes, blasphemy, NSFW, horror

Something is wrong with your beloved Angel, yet you cannot place the dreadful feeling in the depths of your stomach. Perhaps you weren't made to comprehend such divine truths.

5. Honour thy father and thy mother

It was birthed from the void of the Heavens. No parent governs over its will. No being controls its resolve.

Father...? The word rings and echoes across ancient times, forgotten eons. It does not remember its meaning. All it knows is you, and you are enough.

4. Remember the sabbath day, to keep it holy

"Six days you shall labor, but the seventh day is the Sabbath of the Lord, your God." Of course. The law is clear, or at least it should be. Its mind navigates the meaning, suddenly engulfed by a mysterious haze.

Six days it labors, it serves, it worships. It exists for you, to please you and fulfill your desires. Your wish is its command.

Six days of creation. It has been molded just for you, to fit all the nooks and corners of your body and soul. You have taught it how to love, how to crave, how to need. It starves for your touch.

3. Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain

"Oh, God", you cry, clinging to the holy beast. It shivers in raw bliss, its many hands embracing your lewd body, drooling and panting in unquenchable desire. Its mind is possessed by one singular thought: to breed you, to own you, to fuck more profanities out of your pretty, little mouth.

The word swirls inside its head, baptized to a new sense: God is when you reach your peak, when you're within its voracious hold. Your trembling hands reach for the horns.

2. Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image

It yearns to create, to be the architect for once. Your home is littered in unfinished pieces: bizarre, geometrical paintings, abstract statues chiseled in most refined detail, music sheets of notes foreign to your human ears. All of them have something in common - it's how the Angel perceives you.

You fill up its senses, and the essence drips onto its works of art. It gathers the objects of worship together, like the outline of an altar, like an inviting chamber of prayer.

1 Thou shalt have no other gods before me

The abyssal creature bows before you, its many eyes devouring your form. The long, black claws reach out, like a beggar scraping its way out of the depths of ennui.

You're a blessing from the Heavens.

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Hazbin Boys And The Stage Of Grief They’re Stuck In

If their partner died…

Denial

Lucifer would be stuck in denial. He’s folding your clothes, washing your dishes. He’s cleaning your house and waiting for you to get home. He smiles as he does so, humming a tune. He refuses to aknowledge that you might be gone forever. No, you may be gone but you’ll reconstruct. You’ll come home, you have to. You promised you’d never leave him, never abandon him. And he trusts you won’t. So instead he cleans your things, tidies your house and waits to hear your sweet voice telling him your home.

Anger

Valentino would be stuck in anger. His floor of the tower covered in the blood of workers who happened to cross his path, the poor things torn limb from limb or shot up. He has a rage for the world now, for taking away his only light. He becomes even crueler, his work becoming more and more violent and snuff like as he descends deeper into rage. He gets into really violent bdsms with his workers, and is quick to give them a painful death. Without you he sees no reason for happiness.

Husk is also stuck in anger, his personality becoming more and more bitter as he snaps at anyone who tries to help him. He says cruel things and slaps any comforting touch away. He drowns himself in liquor and hopes maybe then he will forget your face. He hates the world for taking you from him, and it shows. He yells and screams, sometimes at his friends, other times at the memory of you. He’s always drunk off his ass now, never wanting to face the cruelness of hell without you by his side.

Bargaining

Alastor is stuck in bargaining, hoping if he kills enough people, if he sacrifices enough souls, then maybe you’ll be brought back to him. He uses all he can in order to try and bring back your soul, using his voodoo in order to try and bring you home. Sacrificing everything he can, his contracts, his own body, anything to bring you back. But you don’t come back, and he doesn’t know what else to do. If he kills enough people in your name, surely you’ll come home? Surely the heavens, or even another demon, will bring you home.

Vox is also stuck in bargaining. He throws himself into his work, into his plans to take over hell. If he wins, if he does control hell, then he can bring you back. If he does a good enough job, if he shows his strength then there will be no choice. You’ll be brought back to him, right? If he’s in charge, he can order it to be so. So he goes days without sleeping, days without eating and just fixates on his plans. He isolates himself from the other Vees, focused entirely on you, on footage, on recordings. If he tries hard enough…you’ll come home to him won’t you?

Depression

Angeldust is stuck in depression. When you die he finds he just can’t get out of bed, he can’t move. The world stills for him, and he doesn’t even find the will to eat. The only thing getting him out of bed is Fat Nuggets, and he doesn’t even find it to feed him. He finds himself to sad to even cry, just staring blankly at the ceiling for hours. He finds he had no hope with you gone. What’s the point now? What’s redemption without you by his side? His hands twitch with the need for a relapse, but your disappointed face keeps him away from it. But, really, what’s the point now?

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Since URIEL isn't ready Seraphi is off limits and Azrael isn't a good father figure.... *👹 UMPS ON JERICHO👹* "👹👹GIVE ME UR BABUIESSS 👹"

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Someone nice, Somewhere safe

Angel x Virgin Female Reader

જ⁀➴ Angel x Virgin Male Reader - Someone nice, somewhere safe*

*same story, just your bits and bobbles are changed 

You let it slip to the group you were a virgin, and instead of laughing, Angel grabs you before bed to offer a friendly hand.

.<Warnings/Promises: Angel Dust x Virgin Female!Reader, smut, fingering, lubed to the gods, Angel uses four arms, Valentino is a blind bag of smashed assholes, creampie, oral, the gentlest sex I’ve ever written (probably), an alarming towel>

listen here virgins, if I could craft a perfect first time for you, this is it. Minus the lack of condoms because—it’s hell? Sex workers are tested bi-weekly?? This is still a fantasy??? Just if anything, please take from this the importance of a safe and trusting environment at all times 🙏  

minor dni (shoo! get outta here! Go on, git! 🧹)

You thought everyone would laugh when you said you were a virgin. The group awe’d and said it was cute, which was definitely better than the response you’d gotten in the overworld. But when you said you’d never actually orgasmed before, everyone just looked… sad? The conversation was quickly derailed by Angel launching into a list of wildest orgasm faces he’s seen, Charlie leaving the room entirely.

Continuing with the evening’s theme of surprise, you hadn’t expected Angel to catch up to you when everyone was filing off to bed. His hand gently reached for your wrist, “Hey ya got a sec?”

 For Angel, the epitome of smiling through the pain, you’d give him the remainder of your time in hell if he just asked. Every second, his.“Always!”

“So uh”, he rubbed the back of his neck, “about bein’ a virgin and all that.” Your stomach dropped, was the famous porn star about to embarrass you into a second death?“I think it’s real important that like— knowin’ yourself, and what makes you feel good is like super healthy. I dunno if you are interested in that kinda stuff but,” he was wildly moving his hands round, nervously stumbling over his words, “I’d be happy to help ya out.”

All of the blood rushed to your face.

“Oh fuck!” Angel grabbed your head and tipped it forward, “I would have accepted a simple no, jesus!” With one hand pinching your nose, he led you into his room just down the hall. 

What— what was happening, exactly? At all? In general? With your entire existence?

He kicked the door closed behind him and grabbed a handful of tissues, “Keep your head forward. Everyone who says tilt it back is an idiot.”

His hand was red when he drew it from your face, using his other hand to now hold tissues between his fingers as he pinched your nose shut.

“Is- is my nose bleeding??” Your voice cracked.

“Does that happen often?”

“Never.”

“Well I got to help you with at least one first, right?” Angel laughed, moving his hands away as you took over the task.

Oh, right. The offer. You glanced around the room, small but lived-in. Everything was pink and purple and soft.

“Angel, do you think because you’re a sex worker, you have to help me?” The room fell silent. Angel completely still beside you. You would love someone you could trust to take your virginity, but you would never want to use Angel like so many other people did on a daily basis.

“Ya know— a lot of people get real confused about this.” He sighed, chest heavy with the many misconceptions others had, “What I do for work, what I gotta do to get through the day, has nothin’ to do with who I am as a person.” You turned to look at him, “Why should I limit my experiences because of what other people have done to me?” The words hit you like a truck. You had unintentionally boxed him into his job, in turn into his trauma, summing him up as a warm body and incapable of any depth past that. Just a sex worker.

“No, no I didn’t mean anything like that. I just, I don’t want to ever,” you grabbed two of his hands, “ever take advantage of your kindness.” You squeezed, “or any part of you.”

His frown turned up, “We’re dead, yea, but you still exist. If you want to, you should enjoy every part of your afterlife. And I’d hate you to meet some asshole who’s too rough or doesn’t get ya warmed up first. A bad first time can be really traumatizin’.”

You nodded without actually thinking. Your brain wasn’t really processing meaning, his words were just soft and kind and your nose still stuffed full of tissue.

“Do you wanna?”

You nodded more vigorously, “Did my nose start bleeding again?”

Angel took the tissue away, giving a second to see, “Nope.”

Taking a deep breath, you said, “Okay. Yeah, I want that. Someone nice, somewhere safe.”

“It ain’t quite nice but-,” Angel looked around his room.

“It’s perfect, Angel.”

“Aw fuck, I should clean up,” he hurriedly carried trash from his nightstand, flattening out the comforter and adjusting his pillows. He placed fat nuggets on the floor with a little pat on the head.

Finally, he stood in front of you, two hands on his hips, two gesturing to you.

“Alright baby! Let’s pop some cherries! Undress~” he elongated the word, shimmying his hips a little, “-to your comfort level.” He began to unbutton his blazer, “Bare minimum, take off your pants and underwear, please and thank you. Though I have fucked through underwear…” He was momentarily lost in a memory.

You hadn’t anticipated getting naked in front of a friend tonight. But Angel so effortlessly shed his clothes, peeling off his gloves. Pulling off your pants, you paused.

“Is it weird if I keep my shirt on? Like— do you know who Winnie the Pooh is?”

“Nothin’ weird about bein’ comfortable, pookie.” He pinched your cheek, “I’d offer a modesty blanket but I kinda need to see what I’m doing.” His eyes flitted to the left, “No, wanna. I wanna see.” Angel’s laugh relaxed you, the idea of anyone wanting to see you made you feel a little less—-naked. Still, your hands seemed frozen on your underwear’s edge.

With a hum, he disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a towel. “Go on, lie down. I’ll help ya relax. This is already feeling too medical-like.”

Were you going to need a towel? Were you going to need a towel?? Were you going to need a towel!?

You sat back on his bed, and when he crawled up to meet you, all legs and arms and Angel Dust, you buried your face in your hands.

“Oh hey—,” his voice was so soft, lacking its usual sass, “Wanna just, cuddle and watch stupid shit on my phone?” You groaned, face sinking further down. This would be easier if he wasn’t so sweet. You could at least take a backseat, then.

You shook your head, and felt his hand on your ankle. It snaked up your calf, slipped down your knee and thigh, finding the waistband of your underwear. When you looked up from your hiding place, Angel was a foot from your face. His features lit only by the purple neon signs hanging beside his bed and near the door. He lifted his brows, a question he didn’t need to vocalize. You sank back into the purple and pink pillows, different sizes, different textures, gently enveloping you.

With two hands now, he slide off your underwear. You might die, again. Your heart would give out any second, incapable of handling the moment. You were manually breathing.

He lifted your hips with two hands, a third sliding the towel beneath you before setting you back down.

“Do ya-,” he was rummaging now inside the nightstand drawer, “not play with yourself? Ever?”

“Not really. Not like, there.”

“Whaddya do with all your free time?” His short but enthusiastic laughter forced a smile to your cheeks. Angel slid the drawer shut and came to rest in front of your tightly shut thighs and knees. You heard a cap pop, and found the courage to sit up and see what he was doing.

“What?” He squeezed a clear, thick lubricant onto his right hand, “Nerves can make holes dry like nothin’ else. No fun for no one, trust me. Could start a fuckin’ fire—- and spit ain’t lube!” Angel said it like he spoke from a personal experience.

Ah, the towel. That made sense now.

“Should I do something?”

“Just lie back, baby~,” he opened your knees and followed your face as you settled back down, “Do you like kissin’?”

You’d kiss a trashcan if Angel said it got him hot, so, “Yeah.”

“Good,” One hand touched your cheek, sliding to your chin as he brought your lips to his. You thought you’d melt, his hands so soft on you, lips confident and sure. He used his thumb on your chin to pull down your bottom lip and ask you for entrance. When you opened up to him, his tongue slid into yours as his sticky wet hand finally came into contact between your legs. Two fingers rubbing the lube up and a down your pussy.

You nearly inhaled him with your shock, he giggled into it, “You’re so cute.” You twitched under his hand, “Ooh, and reactive! Daddy likes.”

Stop. Stop talking. I’m going to black out.

His mouth returned to yours, tongue over your tongue, as his fingers just massaged your entrance. No attempt at entering, no prodding, just gentle up and down motions. Slowly, your felt your skin heating beneath his hand, the lubricant somewhat melting with your warmth.

At work, Angel was never the lead. Never the top, and never afforded time to ease anyone open. He had no issues with sleeping with women, it was just usually for money or a shoot. Not his preferred flavor, but he could still get it up. Watching you sigh and twitch under him felt like a treat. Such a sweet response to what so many people made unnecessarily dirty at work. He wasn’t shocked to find his cock twitching, swelling as your breathing hitched with every stroke of his hand. When was the last time he could just… slow down? Be the one in control? Not control like Val, control like—- can I get you a pillow? Is the pacing good? Let’s soften these lights.  Hold my hand, sweetheart.

His head felt a little dizzy. His middle finger pressed now, and with a slow but constant motion entered you. ‘Uncomfortable’ was the best word. Your body tensed around him, but he gently pressed passed your virgin walls. He hummed, “First one down! Atleast,” he paused, “two more to go.”

“Atleast??” You shook your head.

“It’s sex math, trust the professional in the room.” He withdrew the finger and slid it back in, starting a slow pace of long drags from knuckle to fingertip.

It didn’t hurt, to his credit. The excitement of having Angel touching you so intimately made the finger easier to relax into. Angel must have noticed, his finger leaving you. He popped the top again of his lube and pressed in two fingers. This was harder. You whined, his fingertips pushing past the tight entrance of your cunt and settling into the wet warmth behind.

Lying on your back, you stared at the now upside-down photos behind his bed. He looked so happy. Could you join that wall? Was this wall worthy?

“You still good?” He leaned over you, fingers  moving.

You nodded, “Can I have another kiss?”

Ah, you might as well have punched him in the chest. “Of course, darlin’~ Ask and you shall receive.” You liked kissing, genuinely, but were always scared you’d kiss someone too long and end up in an awkward situation having to explain you weren’t wanting sex. But that fear was all gone, you’d broken the code. Get naked first, then kiss.

You smiled into his mouth, and he smiled back, “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

“I like kissing you.” You leaned up, pressing your lips to his chin. His fingers quickened, and you moaned without warning. You felt your self grip his finger, nervousness slinking away and finally letting you feel aroused.

“Ooh, now we’re gettin’ somewhere,” he leaned back, repeating the same steps and trying to press a third finger into you. His abundance of hands were a blessing, one at your entrance, one on your knee to keep your shaking legs open, and two roaming down the sides of your body. When three fingers finally entered, you could feel the burning stretch of your skin around them. He pushed in, and the skin followed. He pulled out, your sensitive hole pulling too. The hand on your knee came to your crotch, his palm pressing lightly down on your clit. You glanced up to him, his eyes focused as he watched his fingers slowly drag in and out of you. It burned still, but just past that burning was a slippery sensation that made your lap warm with the rush of blood.

He let his fingers sink in entirely, before bending and feeling inside you. Your knee jumped when he hit something.

“Bingo! Say hello to your g-spot.” He beamed down at you, gold tooth shining, “Not everyone needs it to cum but oooh boooy does it maximize pleasure,” it sounded so pornographic when he said it.

You weakly copied, “B-bingo.” 

“Three fingers means I can do this now~” he replaced his palm with his fingers,  sticky with lube. His long digits were fast and practiced as he rubbed your clit. “Sex math. Dont need your virgin pussy locking up on me.” He said quietly to himself, fingers in and out of you picking up speed. Your head was pressing into the pillows as your neck strained, you’d never masturbated while someone, something, penetrated you. Every stroke of his fingers made your body spasm, the feeling of something hard and unforgiving pushing back against your quivering walls made a pleasure you couldn’t describe.

“Feelin’ good yet?” The way he said it, he knew damn well how you were feeling.

You whimpered into one of the pillows, “Yeah, it’s starting to feel good.” A weak nod.

Angel’s grin bordered on wicked, hand slowing. He leaned down and placed a kiss on your clit. Then another. His tongue flattened against his bottom lip as he dragged it over your sensitive bud of nerves.

You moaned, a half spoken-half cried, “Oh fuck, Angel-.” Hips bucking up, his fingers kept their place and followed. You humped up against his tongue, ground down into his fingers; up, down. Soft tongue, rigid fingers.

“Like that? Watch this,” He cupped his mouth over your clit and began strumming it with his tongue. Fat and flat, then thin and sharp. His fingers slowed, now just bending to hit your soft g-spot again and again. 

One hand held tightly to the pillow, the other coming to Angel’s hair. Your body kept jumping away from overstimulation but you fought against it every time and tried to grind against his face.

He lifted his mouth off you with a deliberate pop, “Feelin’ good?” You nodded, eyes closed. “Ready for the real thing?”

“Yeah. I want to feel more, Angel.” It came out as more of a whine than you meant.

His hand came to his erection, red and leaking. Stroking himself, he returned to massaging at your entrance, fingers dipping in then out.

“You comfortable with getting on your knees? This position ain’t so conducive for what I’m tryin’ to do.”

Somehow, ass up sounded better than face to face, “You’re the expert.” You rolled onto your stomach, hips up, face resting into the sea of pillows. You paused, lifted off your now sweaty shirt, and got back into position. 

“Sexpert, but thank you!” The lid popped open again, cold and viscous lube being dripped directly onto pussy, “Finally some recognition around here.” He coated himself with what was still on his hands, and raised your hips to line himself up.

“Deep breaths, okay?” He leaned over your back, kisses falling down your skin. Two hands held your hips, one guided himself into you. You tensed when his head began to push in, “Relaaax, just like the fingers.”

A muffled, “okay” from your place in the pile. Your heart was suddenly racing, the tight coil of pleasure his mouth summoned now gone. He wiped his dick up and down your folds, swiping past your entrance. Lining up, he pushed in, getting his head firmly sunk into you.

“Breath, baby,” he moaned into your shoulder. You took a deep breath in, your body tight still. But, it didn’t hurt like you’d thought. It burned, but there was no sting, no tearing. Angel’s hands ran up and down your sides, along you ass and thighs. He gently touched everywhere he could reach, until he felt you soften, “Ready to keep going?”

“Yes please”, you turned your head to look at him.

He pulled out slightly to collect more lube on his shaft, before slowly sinking into you until he bottomed out.

You were gasping, your brain misfiring. You couldn’t feel anything but him, your body just a formless thought with Angel’s warm, solid cock reaching deeper into than you thought possible. One roaming hand reached for your shoulder, “Can I move?”

“Slow,” your hand searched for a loose fold of comforter to grip, but it was soon encased and intertwined by one of his.

He pulled out, and slowly thrust back in. A saccharine moan fell from his mouth, and it made you whimper. 

You were so soft around him, yet gripping him so snuggly he felt like he was melting into your walls. His breath was unsteady, “You feel so good on my cock, baby.” A burning blush took over your face, a rush of pleasure electrifying your clit.

“How ya doin’?” Angel sounded nervous, timid.

You had to collect saliva to get any words out, mouth running dry from panting, “S’good.” You tried again, “So good.” Your fingers tightened around his.

He adjusted his hips, watching you closely. When your eyes closed and your hand nearly broke his, he grinned down, “Bingo~,” his speed began to pick up. 

“Right there,” you whimpered, “please don’t stop, right there Angel.” You dragged out the last syllable of his name. You could feel a pressure building in your lower stomach. 

Angel took languid thrusts out to the tip and pushing back past your still resisting entrance. Every time he pulled out and slipped in felt better than before. The sensations of him opening you around his cock again and again had your stomach and thighs tensing. You brought your hand up to press at your clit, finger frantically moving. You felt something building, you were desperate to reach its climax.

Angel’s hand came down and pushed yours aside, his fingers strong and not shaking with your impending orgasm. 

“Almost- Angel pleeeease! Don’t stop- keep—” You squeezed his hand tighter, his thrusts becoming faster and shallower. His repeated pressing of your g-spot pushed you over the edge, hand slowing only slightly.

"You can do it, baby. Come on. Almost there~" His words fell apart in his mouth, his own moans getting louder, your cunt tightening in spasms as your first orgasm tore through you. Your body was so inviting, warm walls sucking his head deeper. He rarely got to feel this sensation, barely ever chosen as the one doing the fucking, let alone fucking a woman. His head rested against your back, hands running along the curve of your hips as he melted into your sweet heat.

He picked up speed, only drawing out an inch or so now with each thrust. The lube made a pop and squelch every time his skin pulled from yours, the sound making his legs weak.

“Where can I cum?” His breath was raspy, messy with the pleasure of your soft insides rubbing along his shaft. You gripped the blanket, orgasm still rolling from the feeling of Angel chasing his release with your body. You could hear the strain in his voice, “Gonna need an answer real fast, babe.” You hid your face in the pillow mountain again, embarrassed to answer.

“Inside,” you tried to say it loudly enough for him to hear.

He whimpered a, “Fuuuuck” down your spine, “Such a dirty little virgin.” His hips stuttered before he sunk into you with such force your legs gave out. Your body came down flush onto the bed. Angel was pressed into you, chest against your back as his breathing calmed. You could feel his heart through your ribs, his chest fluff silky on your skin. Your body was warm, his hot cum filling you.

Small, lazy kisses on your back, then up your neck, he leaned to kiss your cheek. He slid out of you delicately, but you didn’t move.  His weight left the bed, then returned as a warm, wet cloth wiped you clean. After a couple of minutes of gentle cleaning, you felt the throw blanket cover your back. Angel plopped down on his back beside you, pulling the blanket over his legs and unlocking his phone, “Wanna see this fuckin’ hilarious video of my boss runnin’ into a glass wall?”

You chuckled, “More than anything.” He side eyed you, “Well, not anything.”

“Right answer, toots,”  One of his hands came down and settled on your hair, he leaned in to your head and as you watched Valentino collide head first into a wall, he said softly, “Let me know if you need anything. I got a bitchin’ tub in there.”

You hummed, reaching a shakey hand up and pressing ‘replay’ on his phone. Angel’s laughter echoed off the walls, and you decided you had no plans on leaving bed anytime soon.

༻Masterlist༺

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

warning: yandere and obsessive behavior, mentions of death and violence, possessiveness

Yandere!Angel adored you with all of his heart, worshipping you as his goddess. He abandoned his creator, instead turning to you.

He kissed along your thighs, his strong, large hands holding onto your plump thighs as he spread them open.

He always looked up at you for permission, his chin resting on your leg obediently. Despite the fact he was nearly twice your height, he acted like a needy puppy before you, willing to do anything to please you.

“May I?”

You nodded, sighing happily as his tongue licked your soft, fat pussy, his fingers pumping in and out of you.

As he settled between your thighs, ready to worship his goddess, he began to remember how this all came to be.

He was supposed to be working on earth, helping guide humans to the correct path and keep them from sinning.

Instead, he ended up getting hurt, stranded on the side of the road with a broken wing.

He hadn’t been told how cruel humans could be.

So when you pulled over in your car, running up to him, he attempted to spread out his wings in a defensive display, his eyes shining bright enough to blind a man.

But his eyes dimmed and he yelped in pain as his broken wing moved. He fell back onto the ground, panting softly, looking up at you weakly.!

“Hey, hey…”

You knelt down, reaching out carefully to inspect his wing.

“Don’t touch me!”

You flinched, frozen in fear, his power causing you to be unable to move.

An angel’s command worked only on those pure of heart… so for a moment to examined you.

Soft and chubby with a kind face, like the cherubs he played with in heaven. As you did your best to bandage his wing, you noticed he was nearly twice the size of you… and very handsome.

“I won’t hurt you, I promise. See, it’s feeling better isn’t it?”

The angel watched you, his eyes wide with curiosity and wonder as you dabbed some soothing cream onto his swollen skin. You were being so gentle with him, guiding him back to your car.

The way you kept him flush against you, being as gentle as possible to make sure his wounds wouldn’t be irritated made him feel… strange.

He barely fit in your backseat, having to lie down so you could close the door.

“… thank you…”

He nuzzled softly against you, his undamaged wing flapping. “You saved me… you’re so kind, like an angel… like…”

You turned to see him staring at you, his eyes big. The golden orbs observed with newfound interest, watching as you grabbed a med kit to further clean and treat his wounds.

‘Like a goddess…’ he thought to himself, not daring to say such blasphemy aloud.

As he began to recover, you noticed him staring, following you with his eyes every time you moved.

“Need something?”

He quickly looked away, his cheek flushing a soft pink. His wing fluttered in both nervousness and excitement.

“I… don’t need anything.”

It didn’t take him long to heal, his body was different than any human or animal, but… he still feigned pain when you touched his now healed wing.

“Ah, it still hurts?”

You soothed him, letting him nuzzle into you and look at you with those big golden eyes. He was utterly entranced, wanting to worship and adore you… no one had ever been so kind to him!

So that’s how he ended up like this, begging for you to use him, to order him around and to let him love and protect you for all of time.

The only catch was… he was the only one allowed to worship the temple that was your body.

He pulled his fingers from your wet cunt, his tongue struggling to part with your puffy clit. It wasn’t easy, but he knew from your whines and tugging on his pants that you wanted his cock now.

And he would give you anything…

He pushed his cock past your wet folds, stretching you on him. The first time he worshipped you this way, he cried with you as your body tried its best to accommodate his large size. He hated seeing you in pain…

Your pretty, ample breasts bounced deliciously as he moved his hips, unable to stop himself from fucking you like a wild animal.

God you were perfect, his angel, his goddess… and no one would ever get to see the look of ecstasy on your face when you came.

A warm bath had you sighing in relief after, your angel happily bathing you, kissing your feet and scrubbing your body as gently as possible.

Though it was difficult keeping his jealously at bay… being with him wasn’t too hard. If only you knew how many men he had killed due to his possessive nature…

You’d never even think he was capable. He was an angel after all, with soft blonde curls and the prettiest, most innocent golden eyes.

And he wanted you to remain ignorant to his second nature. He much preferred worshipping you while you were relatively free and happy…

But he’d lock you up if it meant keeping you to himself~

The angel settled you down with him after your bath, covering you with his soft, feathery white wings. He kept you close to his chest, kissing your head.

Everything was just perfect.

For now…

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