#angel devil smut

[saintkaylaa]

would you still love me if i was a worm?…

(ft. aki, kishibe, angel, & yoshida)

note: good ole classic to start with the csm smaus! pls also note that yoshida might change bc i’m not finished with the manga😭 if you don’t have something nice to say then say nothing at all!

warnings: none, fluff, gn!reader

— aki

— kishibe

— angel

— yoshida

[brayneworms]

closest to heaven that i'll ever be.

featuring. angel devil x gn!reader.

synopsis: angel's first time with you.

word count. 2.1k

content. smut, MDNI I CHECK, loss of virginity, crying, consent checks, d/s tones, sub!angel + dom!reader, gender neutral reader, guided masturbation, pet names (little love), we fuckin with gloves on, aftercare (it's brief but it's there), lmk if i missed anything.

notes. this originally had kobeni and aki in too but angel's part got way longer, so i'll post them separately :3 reqs are open btw so go ahead and req anything, just check my rules first ty.

"This is stupid."

Angel stares at you balefully; beyond the light flush adorning his pale face, he looks distinctly unruffled, no change from his usual apathetic demeanour. He sits cross-legged on your bed, arms folded, shoulders stooped. You pause in drawing the blind, tilting your head.

"What is?"

He throws you an irritable look. "This. The—this whole set-up. Why pretend when we both know the truth?"

You pull the blinds to, cutting the view of your bedroom off from wandering eyes below. The room stays lit with rosy lamps and projected stars, filtering through Angel's auburn hair. "And what truth is that?"

Angel scowls. "I can't touch you. So. What's the point."

"There's more to sex than that," you say matter-of-factly, secretly delighting in the way it makes Angel's blush darken. He rolls his pretty eyes, hands twisting in his lap. What little sunlight that isn't trapped by the blinds illuminates off his hair like gilt.

"Even so," he mutters. "It won't feel the same. It won't be... good. For me, or for you."

"How can you possibly know that, little love?"

His brows knit at the nickname, and it is a little much, but it feels right in any case, and you like the way it ghosts off your tongue, like the way it makes Angel's eyes droop. Still, his reaction invokes an interest in you, and you perk your head up.

"Have you tried? Before?" you inquire, moving back over to the bed. You sit, crossing your legs, keeping a safe distance—but Angel retracts himself all the same, recoiling back away from you and tucking his hands out of sight. You suppose it must be instinct by now, after so many years living in a body undesigned for love.

"So what if I haven't," Angel mumbles. "Doesn't take a genius to figure it out."

"Humans have a saying—don't knock it 'till you try it."

"Humans are weird," Angel says flatly.

"Even me?"

"Especially you. This is tiring me out..."

You whap him on the shoulder. "Nono, stay awake! Okay, let me—okay. Just tell me, 'cause it's the only thing that matters... do you want to?"

Angel stiffens; behind him, his wings curl into each other protectively, the feathers ruffling as though offended. "W-what?"

"Like, just tell me." You fidget, slightly awkward. "I won't judge, obviously. You've heard more than enough embarrassing shit from me from the bottom of a bottle. So... have you? Thought about it?"

"About what?" Angel stares at you like you've grown a second head, but the flush on his face is darker than ever, wine-red and brilliant against the parchment print of his skin.

"Fucking me," you say bluntly, knowing there's zero point beating around the bush with Angel. He sputters, body tense like he's about to spring off the bed. "Or touching me. Or me touching you. Have you thought about it? Do you want it?"

"I—I..." Angel's mouth works soundlessly for a few moments, eyes wide and more awake than you've ever seen him. Then, unexpectedly, his whole form droops; you feel cold water wash over you, followed immediately by panic. "What's it matter? Like I said earlier, I can't... you can't... just stop making me think about it."

"Humans," you say quietly, "are more resilient than you give 'em credit for. 'Specially me. Cleverer, too, I think, 'cause back in whatever century some genius fucker came up with an invention that changed the world forever. Wanna know what it was?"

Angel stares at you, bewildered. "Uh..."

From the waistband of your sweats, you draw out a pair of gloves. They're on the thinner side, just shy of sheer, black. Expensive, woven from fine cotton. More than you'd ever spend on yourself. But for Angel, you can indulge, you suppose.

"Gloves," Angel deadpans.

"Gloves!" you repeat cheerily. "'Cause, yeah, maybe I can't touch you with my hands. But I... thought... I could touch you with yours."

Angel blinks rapidly. "I—I don't understand."

"Can I show you?" you ask quietly, and he makes a choked noise in the back of his throat, small and needy. After a few tense moments, he lifts a shoulder in a would-be careless shrug.

"Do as you please," he mutters. "Humans are so stubborn..."

You giggle and sit back, spine pressed against the headboard, and cock your legs out so they're straight before parting them. Angel looks quickly away, face aflame, but you pat the space between your thighs encouragingly. "Sit here? If that's okay. It'll make it more comfy."

Angel regards you warily. "You're eager to die, huh?"

Behind the petulance is worry, the sort he's never been good at dressing up, the sort he loathes that he has in the first place. You tilt your head, gaze soft, you hope.

"Nothing's going to happen. I"m all covered up, see?" You wave your arms quickly down your body, clothes from throat to toe. "Just have your head against my chest and it'll be fine."

Angel chews at his lip for a moment, torn between, you think, spurning you for your idiocy and accepting human touch for the first time in God-knows-when. Eventually, you suppose, his selfish side wins out; he turns around stiffly and lowers himself to lay against you. His hair splays out against the comfy spun cotton of your hoodie, and you wonder if he can hear your heartbeat. You can feel the tension in his shoulders through your clothes and skin.

"There you go." Your voice slides into an unintentional low murmur, and Angel shivers against you, wings beating at your ankles. "You comfy?"

He nods, barely perceptible. Not seeing his face clearly is a little frustrating.

"Can you tell me?" you say, gentler than usual. "Just, you know. So I'm sure."

Angel huffs. "If I wasn't, I'd put my hand under your shirt and kill you. Even though that would mean a lot of paperwork, I'd do it."

"Okay, okay. So, um—can I? Touch you?"

Angel squirms. "I—I guess. If you're going to, then fine."

"No, little love. Tell me." You lower your head, putting your lips as close to his ear as you dare; it's still enough for your hot breath to stroke over the sensitive skin there, judging by the shiver that racks through Angel's body as you murmur. "I mean really tell me. Tell me where you want to touch yourself, where you want me to touch you."

"I—hn." His voice is starting to get a little strangled the further out of his comfort zone you prod him. "Why do you have to say such stupid things?"

"'Cause I like you," you admit, a little stiltedly. "I wanna... make you feel good. So. If you want to stop, we can stop."

"I—I didn't say that," Angel mutters. "I... you're close."

"I am." A pause. "Is that okay?"

He fidgets. "Yeah, I guess. It's fine." He pauses, then sighs. "I mean, it's nice. If that's what you wanna hear."

"Only if it's the truth," you say.

"It is, okay?" Angel sighs. "Okay. I... want... I want you to... touch me."

"Okay," you say, a touch too eagerly. "Okay, little love, can do. Where?"

"I—God." Angel buries his face in his hands; you can see the backs of his ears poking through the waterfall of tawny hair, singing scarlet. "Anywhere. Everywhere. I—hn."

You can feel your heartbeat in your throat, palms clammy through the gloves. You lift one hand up and cup his face, feeling the thin line of his jaw, the warmth of his blanket of hair. Angel tilts into the touch unthinkingly, and you swear stars explode over your eyes.

When your other hand comes to rest at his hipbone, just over the jut of his waistband, Angel jolts.

"Here?" you ask, and he nods. You slide your hand over his stomach; his warmth is dulled by the fabric of the glove, but it's closer than you've ever gotten. You can feel everything that matters; the contraction of his muscles as he breathes in and out, the inclination his body has towards your touch, the xylophone of his ribcage singing with each quick breath he takes.

Your hand travels up, slowly, marking a railroad up the pale skin, smoothing over his sternum, ghosting over a nipple. At the contact, Angel gasps, back tensing against your chest as he arches into the touch. You feel him pebble through the cotton, and he squirms, twists his face to hide in your shoulder.

"There?" you whisper, and he gasps out,

"Yes. I—yes. More, there, more—"

He's so sensitive. You suppose it comes from a lifetime of never being touched. You can't imagine how lonely it is. You would've gone insane a long time ago. Your fingers circle over his nipple and then the other, 'till he keens, brows knitted together, mouth open in a small 'o', 'till the fabric of his trousers becomes noticeably strained.

"How about here?" you ask, fingers ghosting at his belt.

"You can't," Angel grits out. "It won't—with the glove, it'll h-hurt."

"I know, I know," you coax soothingly. "It's okay. You wanna touch yourself? I'll watch. It's okay."

Too far gone, you think, to argue like he usually might, Angel gets his hands out from fisting the bedsheets and shakily paws at his belt. There's the pop of a button and the sigh of a zipper, a 'V' of pale skin shrouded with wisps of auburn hair before he's pulling the fabric clumsily down to his ankles, boxers and all. You feel your breath stick in your throat like glass at the sight of him.

His whole body is trembling as he takes himself in his hand; the first experimental stroke has a shuddering breath tumbling out of him, the next a pitchy moan, so ethereal that it makes your skin raise in goosebumps. Angel collapses back into your chest, sweat sticking his hair at the temples, spine squirming against his rutting hand. His long legs twitch against yours, one tangling around like a snake, hooking your ankles together like holding hands.

It's so achingly sweet you could cry. When your hand wraps around his, forcefully slowing his pace, he whimpers out a broken-sounding noise, and your heart flutters.

He's so perfect. So gorgeous. It's a crime you can't touch him for real.

But for now—this will do. This will more than do.

Angel turns big eyes towards you, round as pennies, brighter than ever with fervour and the beginnings of tears dampening his long lashes.

"Is this okay?" you ask, and Angel nods like his life depends on it.

"Yeah," he gasps. "Yes. Want you to—h-hah..."

"What?" you ask, picking up the pace again. Angel writhes, free hand flying up to grip at the fabric of your sweatpants. "Want me to what, little love?"

Your thumb swipes hard over his tip, and Angel makes a high noise like a piano with its strings cut. "O-oh, oh, please, please I'm so close, I'm so—I can't, I feel so—hah!"

"It's alright," you assure him, heart thudding. The whole display has heat surging in your lower abdomen, but you can't think about that, it's about him, your Angel, it's only about him and tears break over his lashline and trickle down his cheeks as he gets closer to his peak, breathing becoming strained and ragged, and he's hot against you, filling you with a burning heat.

"I can't," Angel says wetly. "Hn, hnn, help me? Please, just—do something, I can't—"

Wordlessly, you push your free hand under his shirt again, circle his nipple before taking it between your fingers and tweaking, and Angel's whole body locks up; his back curves, wings twitching almost independently of the rest of his body, legs kicking at the mattress, and he sobs out as he comes, a pitchy wheezing broken sound that's going to live under your bones for the rest of your life.

He collapses back against you, totally spent. You do him the quiet mercy of tucking him away and pulling his slacks back up, buttoning them about his waist as he makes a face of discomfort. You run a tissue over his hands and stomach, mopping up his spend quickly before nudging a bottle of water against his lips. They're full and rosy as they lazily take the nozzle in, sucking absently like a drunkard going back for another swig.

"Was that okay?" you mutter, and Angel scoffs tiredly.

"Mmmn." He turns on his side, digging his face into your stomach. "It was... nice. I'm too tired to return the favour, though."

Fondness beats through you like a heartbeat, slow and syrupy. "It's okay. There's always next time."

Angel's wings flutter in tandem with his eyelids. "Mm," he agrees with a low hum of exhaustion. "Next time."

He's dead to the world within the next few minutes, breathing against your abdomen; as he sleeps, or dreams, or whatever it is devils do, his wings cocoon the both of you, like he's trying to keep you safe even in sleep.

[meownotgood]

kinktober 2023 ♡

STARRING — aki hayakawa, angel devil, satoru gojo INFO — happy kinktober! <3 these will all be short and sweet smutty drabbles. all fics are gender neutral / fem bodied reader. this masterlist will be updated with links to each fic as they are released. thank you for your patience!!

warning: 18+ content, do not interact if you are a minor

WEEK ONE — masturbation / aki hayakawa

jerking off, pillow humping, sexual fantasies, edging, a hint of degradation, aki just can't help his feelings for you

WEEK TWO — lovemaking / satoru gojo

soft sex, touch starved satoru, body worship, praise, creampie, satoru shows you how badly he's missed you

WEEK THREE — smoking / aki hayakawa

riding, shotgunning, semi-public sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampies, cockwarming, a touch of angst, aki indulges in his two favorite vices: you and his cigarettes

WEEK FOUR — double penetration / aki hayakawa & angel devil

threesome, fingering, anal, gloves, suit kink, nipple play, bondage, aki & angel want all of you at the same time

[milffies]

Hiiuuu luv hru!? ❤️ you're LITERALLY my favourite writer who writes angel devil so well!! If you're well and still into csm, is it possible for u to write for him? Maybe more nsfw? (Feel free to ignore this if you don't feel like writing this!) MISSED U SM

hiii nonnie , i'm good , just real busy!!! i'm so glad u like my writing :3 i'm still into csm, just haven't seen the fandom that active but i love angel a whole lot so i enjoyed writing this sm . <33

— ౨ৎ : warnings angel devil x chubby! reader . basically a smutty character study, very tame.

to start things off, angel is terribly gullible !! either he doesn’t care enough, or hasn’t been exposed to people for that long to understand when he’s being 'played'. sweet boy is very, very mallible !! <3

with that said — getting him into a contract that’d allowed for you to freely touch him without risking your lifespan wasn’t all too difficult. once again, it’s between equally likely possibilities that angel let this happen because he admittedly craves touch, or simply didn’t expect himself to get tricked. if you’d ever ask him about the matter, all you’ll be met with is a lazy shrug and an ‘i’dunno’ on his end.

butbutbut!!, once you’ve introduced him to physical contact, and he see’s that it’s something enjoyable, angel very quickly becomes a lovey, mushy, needy puddle. calls you his ‘favorite human’ and all !! though, he is still a devil before all else, and combined with his already nonchalant personality, he’ll process emotions ‘n whatnot very differently. give the poor thing time, though — he’ll get better at this for you !!

the first time you touch angel’s hand — you note that it’s surprisingly soft. after a second of thought, though, you conclude it isn��t too shocking considering this is angel devil. the devil with big, expressive eyes and pretty pink lips. lips you often times find yourself imaging not being lethal.

he jerks his hand away from yours after you’d two had made a contract that’d give you free reign to touch him. you watch as he looks at his hand as if you were the one that could drain his very life essence away. the thought makes you wonder if devil’s even have the life force to even get sucked away.

those same doe-like eyes of his blinks in succession a few times before landing on you.

“soo,” you’d drawl, a small, knowing grin on your lips. “i feel fine. i’m guessing that didn’t take off any of my time?”

you’re met with a shaky nod from the smaller figure. he licks a stripe over the thin expanse of his lips your eyes still haven’t fully moved from.

“can….can you touch me again?”

the only, truly proper way to describe an early ‘relationship’ angel is as a needy kitten. the ones that very and visibly clearly want affection and attention — but never initiate physical contact first. at times, he’ll reluctantly sprawl himself on you, a guiding hand on your wrist being led to his head. nono — of course he doesn’t need your attention !! you just happen to be a convient source of it (he convinced himself this to be the reason why he likes being around you.)

as angel is exposed to more affection and touch — and you bring him to the revelation that it can be sexual — a noticable spike in his clinginess is very obvious. constantly seeking out reassurance when nestled into you — a shy, reluctant: “we can uhm…cuddle…right?”, an unsure: “work was soo tiring today, can we hug ‘n stuff…?” to the suprise of none; he didn’t really do any devil hunting — but that’s an afterthought to him when you coddle him as if he’s some little, helpless thing. he’s too precious like this, how can you not take advantage of the moment !! <3

if you’re chubby: angel is all over you even more !! so soft, so warm — you’re pratically his own heated, weighted blanket. angel knows he’s more petite and lithe, by human standards, and clearly by devil standards. loves how nice his smaller frame slots so perfectly against your own larger body though, constantly nuzzling up against the softest parts of you.

“stop movin’ s’much,” a muffled voice murmurs, the owner of the voice’s head comfortably buried in your chest.

“tryin’ to get comfy.” angel lazily says, gazing up at you, his pretty long lashes obscuring parts of his irises. he’d been that close to probably having the greatest nap in his life, but he couldn’t find himself fully drifting off because of you shifting around. truly, you were a blessing and a curse. cozy and soft to the touch, but always moving — interrupting his plans to laze around. </3

with a small smile and a hand to his scalp, a muttered apology is given to him. how can you not adore him like this?; pressed so close to you as if he’s trying to melt into you, breathes shallow and not completely taken with the bratty front he usually puts up.

angel feels your own rising chest even out, letting out a content sigh. finally, it’s hard trying to get proper shut-eye when your human pillow can’t stop moving.

“thas’ better…” the devil murmurs, pretty eyelashes fluttering, before closing.

like i wrote about in this post, angel, like everything else, is very lazy when it comes to him and sexual encounters. this doesn’t in specific mean that he’s not a good partner, or unattentive to your needs — he just doesn’t know. that, and, he never puts extra energy into anything he does, even if this, (to him) unknowingly jeopardizes his own pleasure. baby doesn’t just yet grasp the concept that, the thing that already makes him feel good and overwhelmed, could somehow be better !! </3

very, very sweet and absorbed in what makes the two of you feel the best. especially you. kissing this part of you makes you let out those pretty noises for him? noted. pressing, and rubbing his fingers in unsteady circles has you closing your doughy thighs around his hand? angel’s certainly keeping that tucked away in his head. will want you desperately to talk him through it, guiding him where to touch, suck, and kiss. actually puts in effort when you praise him, don’t acknowledge the fact he lives off this though — he pouts !!

angel’s hips rolls against your own softer ones at a languid pace, occasionally pistoning down to give a proper thrust.

“w—warm…” he lets out — the sound a mix between a murmur and a whine. he bites his bottom lip and hides his face in your neck to cut the sound off prematurely. feels too good for him; too squishy, too syrupy. god, how did he manage existence for so long without ever feeling this ?

“yeah?” you tease, a hand coming to comb through his slightly damp locks. at the touch, angel properly lets out a whine, his hips giving one, two, then three quick thrusts into your too-tight pussy. though his moves are uncoordinated, the shakey rocking of his pelvis against yours has your pussy rewarding his movements with tight clenches. and of course—

“yeah.” he echoes — he whimpers. "feels s’good — feels good f’you too…right?” how eager he is to please. though, he’d never admit it. but you can tell, especially with how he’s zeroing in on rolling his hips in tight circles — knows that gets you to tighten up around his pretty cock and let out hushed moans of your own.

“good boy, angel.” you sigh, head lolling back, prompting him to bury his face deeper into your sweaty flesh. needs to be close to you, needs to know this is real.

angel’s too precious like this — not fully understandant on how to please sexually. the small devil is unintentionally edging you, you’re so close to making a sticky mess over the petite man — if only he was a ‘lil bit more experienced.

though, that’s what you’re there for, right? <3

[c-h-e-r-r-i-e-s]

Making a contract with Angel Devil

Part 1 is here if you want the series start

Technically this will probably be part 4? But I have writers block about part 3 lol so this is where we’re going

NSFW this time besties, nothing too crazy but def some wing play 🤭

Sitting on the floor with your knees pushed up to your chest while nursing a beer. “Angel?” You ask hesitantly.

“Hmm?” He replies casually

“Have you ever had sex? Ya know since you can’t touch anyone? But like condoms exist so.. I’m just curious” you blush and sip your drink.

“Yeah a couple times but it’s nothing special in my opinion” he had gotten use to touching any part of you now. His hand twirled a lock of your hair.

“Would you wanna see what it’s like without protection?” You ask partially stumbling over your words, afraid to look at him.

“Uhh with you?” Before you can answer his chin is leaning over your shoulder lazily as he pushes your hair out of his face.

“Yeah if you’re into it” you try acting casual about it.

“I think so yeah” not sure what to do next he kisses your cheek and it takes you by surprise. With wide eyes you look up to him.

Smirking you ask “Have you ever truly kissed anyone before?”

His gaze breaks away and his hand trails to twirl your hair around a finger again.

“Not exactly” and he looks embarrassed but all you can feel is sad for him. Never getting to physically touch skin on skin. Always physically distanced from everyone around him forever.

You look into his big brown eyes and move so your lips are hovering over his, shared ragged breaths linger between you both. Your lips tenderly press against his and your hand slides in his hair. Locking him into the kiss as your lips slide against his. Softly opening your mouth and kissing him properly, lips slotting against his as he pants into your movements.

Then he pushes you off by the shoulders but doesn’t let go. His eyes search your face for a moment before leaning back in to further explore your lips.

Crawling up on the couch, your lips never leaving his, you press him back. Straddling his waist as you make out, you notice his hands instinctively stay above your clothes.

“Come on” you say smirking and pull him by the hand to your room. Striping your clothes before laying down leaves you in just a soft bra and undies that don’t match. Angel removes his shirt and shorts before sitting on the edge of your bed.

Patting the bed in front of you, Angel joins and lays facing you. Grabbing his hands and draping a leg over his small hips you tangle your bodies together. It’s foreign to angel and he’s not looking at your face but where your pelvises meet.

“Hey is this very different than times before for you?”

“Yeah” he breathes out.

“We can just lay like this if you’re overwhelmed”

“No I -“ trailing off he goes quiet.

Your hands soothe his, realizing that even though he may have had sex before, intimacy like this is a bit new.

“C’mere” you pull him in and trace patterns on his shoulder.

“Are your wings sensitive?” You ask quietly.

“A bit yes” he looks at you and tentatively moves his hands around your waist.

“Can I?” Your hand slides from his shoulder to his wing and softly traces down the bone of his wing.

“Oh fuck” he whispers

“Good to know” you giggle and kiss him again.

“Can I sleep in here?” He asks

“No sex?” You question a bit disappointed.

“I’m good” he replies quickly. But he also snuggles into you. Hands roaming your body, he breathes you in.

“Angel I .. I feel like maybe we-“

“Yeah I know” he cuts you off not wanting to face himself.

“But should we talk?” You can’t look at him either.

“Maybe but I’m not the best at this” he replies slowly.

“Okay well just know I have feelings here”

“Yeah me too”

“We can leave it there if you want”

“Yeah probably best”

The drinks from earlier take over your brain and the heat from angel laying next to you soothes you both to sleep.

——————

The next morning you wake up huddled together and covered by angels wing. Legs wrapped around his waist and his hands on you slowly and sleepily caressing your back.

Shifting your hips against him you feel how hard he is. Lazily you kiss along his face and push his hair out of his eyes.

“Morning” you whisper as you roll your hips on his.

“Sorr-“

“Don’t be. Do you wanna?” You ask softly.

“So much” and his hands are pulling at your underwear.

“One sec”

You run and pee and turn off the fan before laying back down next to him but completely naked now.

His hands trace down to your clit and he plays with your arousal.

“This is very different”

“For you I can imagine” and you suck on his neck. Scraping your teeth on his skin.

Pulling down his boxers and pumping him while he rubs at your folds.

“Fuck please” you whine while tugging his hair and pulling him into a heated kiss.

A muffled mmmff comes from him as you part your lips against his. Letting your tongue swipe in his mouth and your slit rubs on his length while he pulls you in by your hips. All one fluid motion like 2 pieces fitting together.

Slowly the head of his dick presses into you and he grabs at your hips with bruising strength. Fully feeling the slide into you and both of you letting out a sigh as he fully settles inside of you. Panting into the crook of his neck you kiss messily up to his lips. Each of you moving your hips into the others as your hands dig into skin.

“Fuck lay on your back” you ask as you both move to where you’re on top. Angel guides your hips a bit before reaching for your clit with his thumb. Swiping over it as you ride him. Foreheads pressed together with sticky sheen of sweat, your hair clinging to each others faces.

Using one hand to prop you up, the other slides along the inside of angels wing.

He lets out a yelp and his hips stutter up into you harder.

“Holy shit yes do that again” you moan into his shoulder.

Maybe his dick isnt the biggest but his hands are sensual and his noises are perfect. Hearts racing you trace the inside of his other wing. His hips fuck up again and all you can do is moan at how it hits just right.

All the intimacy and his thrusts meeting yours has you cumming. Biting into his shoulder and messily panting, drooling on him. He releases inside you and pulls your hips flush against him while he does.

Slowly his grip on your hips loosens as you both kiss and curl into each other.

Angel looks to you and says “you’re not allowed to die”

Giggling you kiss his cheek. “Good thing we made that contract hmm”

“Oh yeah this is what I want now. Blood is no motivator for me, not like this”

There’s a wild look in his eyes.

With him still inside you, you sit up and shake hands. “Deal”

[iovetecchou]

Short-Cut ⧸ Angel Devil.𖥔 ݁ ˖

dark content! if you dont like it, don't read it. you have been warned!

༞ Contains...! omorashi, piss kink, bladder control, angel pisses himself, degradation, dubious consent, dacryphilia, touch starved angel, slight!dry humping, ruined orgasm, premature ejaculation, humiliation

༞ GN Reader.

༞ 1,163 words.

kinktober masterlist!

Classic Aki, pairing you up with the laziness member on the squad. Was he trying to punish you for something?

"I'm bored… can't we stop for ice cream on the way?" Angel whined, dragging his feet as he walked behind you. You let out a long, drawn-out sigh. If it wasn't for his ability— you would have wrung his neck by now.

"No! Angel, we only just started walking." You deadpanned, cutting down an alley to get to the destination faster. But when you didn't sense Angel behind you, you spun around— tapping your foot in annoyance.

"What is it now?" You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest, raising a brow in his direction. Angel shifted on the heels of his feet, rocking back and forth slightly. His actions caused you to become even more irritated than before. He was fucking around— and you had no patience for Angel today.

"I really gotta pee." He confessed, bringing his hand down to his crotch in a pathetic attempt to suppress the urge. Your eyes widened as you watched him unabashedly palm his cock. Angel crossed his legs, biting his lip as the need to go increased with each passing second.

"Why didn't you go before we left? I warned you we would be out for long!" Your voice was laced with annoyance as you watched the petite man shift uncomfortably before you. You felt a twinge of heat surge through your body when Angel let out a pathetic whine. Something about hearing his discomfiting sounds stirred something within you.

"I didn't feel like it… quick— human, take me to the nearest bathroom." You uncrossed your arms, balling your hands into fists beside you as you came face to face with Angel. "No." You spat, shooting daggers at him with your gaze alone.

"I wasn't asking, I was telling," Angel mumbled under his breath, rolling his eyes. That was your last straw. Before your brain could catch up, your hands seized the bratty man. You slammed him against the alley wall, careful enough to avoid skin-on-skin contact in your blinded rage.

"Shut the fuck up, I've had it with you." You spat, one of your legs wedged between Angel's thighs as you pressed him further into the rigid wall. "I hate being paired with you… you're lazy and useless. I wish you would just die already."

Angel's eyes widened, but not from your words— no. But from the way your leg pressed into his crotch. Your knee kept grazing over his cock, but the pressure in his bladder was causing his mind to go murky.

"Seriously, I need to pee. So just— ah!" You brought one of your hands down the expanse of his suit-clad torso, only stopping when you reached his belt. Pressing good and hard into his lower tummy.

Angel's cheeks flushed a pretty shade of crimson, complimenting his features perfectly. He tried to close his legs together— to prevent himself from leaking, but your thigh wedged between his made that conquest virtually impossible.

"You're really pathetic, you know that? What, are you going to wet your pants? Don't tell me you already did a little. That's fucking gross, I can feel it seeping through your pants." You mocked, pushing your knee further into his cock to solidify your words.

A smirk etched into your features as you felt his dick begin to stiffen. "Oh? Don't tell me you're getting off to this now! Wow, you really are a shameless little bitch." A wicked chuckle echoed through the alley as you pushed even further into Angel's tummy, drinking up all the whines he cast.

"S-Shut up…" That was all Angel managed to croak out. His mind was too hazy from the desperate need to pee and the feeling of your knee rubbing against his cock. His flush deepened as he lost control, leaking more as the seconds ticked by.

Angel would have pushed you away by now if it wasn't for the fact that he forgot his gloves today. Sure— you were a drag, but he didn't intend to drain your lifespan. If Angel did, who would carry out missions for him? Plus… as much as he hated to admit it, Angel was enjoying this. A little too much.

The poor man was beyond touch-starved, so the tiniest morsel of contact had him squirming.

"Wait! I think— something's coming out," Angel croaked. His blush only deepened as he ground his hips down against your thigh. Your eyes widened at his eagerness to give in. How pathetic. "I-I think I'm— ah!"

Angel let out the most obscene moan as he made a mess inside his pants. His cock strained against his underwear as he came. He shook violently in your grasp, eyes rolling back into his skull. You were utterly mesmerized by Angel's lewd display. Who knew the slightest bit of degradation and touch would hurl him over the edge like this?

Angel could hardly recover from his orgasm before a second wave crashed over him. His crimson orbs shot wide, lip quivering as he cried out, "N-No! I… I can't hold it," You pushed off the wall, pulling away from Angel. You watched as his shaky legs gave out, and he collapsed to the dirty alleyway floor. His hands shot down to his crotch as he squeezed his legs tightly around them.

Small tears ran down his cheeks as he desperately gazed up at you. Angel was giving you a pleading look, asking for mercy. But he was too far gone. A small trickle of piss dribbled past his slit as a whine ripped through him.

Quickly, a small trickle turned into a full stream. Drool seeped past Angel's lips as he relieved himself. His tears continued to run freely, mind too clouded to feel humiliation from your severe gaze. He could faintly hear you laughing at his pathetic state, but all Angel could concentrate on was the pleasurable feeling of finally emptying his bladder.

"Oh my god, you are pathetic! Look at you." You teased, kneeling to his level. Your nose nearly brushed across his as you leaned into him; playing a dangerous game— allowing yourself to get this close. You could feel Angel's shaky breath fanning over your lips as he averted his gaze from yours. "This is all your fault…" Angel hiccuped, a profound pout striking his face.

Angel shifted uncomfortably from his spot on the ground. Suddenly all too aware of the wet and sticky feeling inside his pants. Your hand traveled over his clothed thigh, carefully avoiding the saturated mess he made. You successfully captured Angel's gaze once more with your touch alone.

"I told you to go before we left. Don't blame this on me— sweet cheeks." You chuckled as his blush grew furiously from your cute nickname for him. Your hand trailed a little higher up his shaky thigh before you whispered, "Oh, and Angel… if you need some help relieving yourself sexually, all you had to do was ask. But seriously, make it to the toilet next time."

[that-weeb-in-ur-closet]

“I'm so West Coast, It's a goddamn shame... ”

Angel Devil x fem!reader smut.

@mncxbe <3

Playing Now: West Coast — The Neighborhood.

Something you learned very quickly, the Angel Devil? He's such a cute, sweet, and lazy devil. He likes to do nothing more than sleep, eat, and stare off into space. Even when he found out you could touch him and started to date you, the most he would ever really do is sleep with his head on your lap or watch TV and eat.

So, when you brought up sex, he wasn't really fazed. Never done it, never even thought about doing it, since he never thought there was a point to it. But, there wasn't any reason not to do it either.

So, when the clock hit nine pm, the door locked and lights dimmed, you both found yourself in his bed. At first, it just starts off as soft breaths and mumbling about what's about to happen.

"Do you mind if I take off your shirt?" You ask, tilting your head while moving a bit closer.

"No, I don't mind at all," he says blankly, lifting his arms for you to grab and lift the brim of his shirt, up and over his head while yours soon follows along with it.

Seeing him being so calm about everything — even up till now, is making it seem like he doesn't care about this. You're sure he does, because he would tell you if he didn't want to do this. Still, it's making you more determined to get a reaction.

After pulling off his pants, you gently push him to the bed, now messing with your own shorts. You look at him to see anything on his face, and all you're met with is a cat-like blink. Continuing, you slide off his boxers and get greeted with his stupidity pretty cock. It's not the longest but it's still really nice. Why waste time looking at it when your hand could be stroking it?

So, that's what you start doing — wrapping your hand around the base of it, you meet his eyes and see the faint look of surprise on his face. You can even hear a small groan when you start to move your hand, making him trap the sheets of the bed a bit. When you tease the tip of it, he closes his eyes, biting his lip and bucking his hips into your palm.

After a few more minutes of rubbing him, you decide to take your hand away and slide off your panties — leaving him to stare at you with a very needy look. It's so precious how his legs shake as you climb on top of him, dragging your slit on the head of his needy cock.

"A-ah, I... Please.. Princess," He asks, grabbing your hips as you finally take him inside you, going at a slow and easy pace to adjust that's making him lose his mind.

After a few deep and slow strokes, you start to go faster, making him cry out with teary eyes, "Princess, h-hell— thank you... Please, please don't stop,"

The way he begs you to keep riding him makes you squeeze around him, grinding your hips in circles while moaning out a choked "Angel," while gripping his shoulders.

"Princess, h-hmm, I'm gonna, a-a-ah-!" He gasps out, trying to give you some sort of warning and failing — busting inside of you as his eyebrows furrow up, trying not to let his eyes roll back so he can see you.

Helping him to ride out his high, you feel the sensation in your core build up and break at the sounds of his pants and whines, filming over his now twitching cock.

Riding out the high for a few minutes, you come to a slow stop — breaths heavy and deep.

...

..

"Round two?"

[rougepancake]

Sent from above

FT. Angel Devil; Fem Reader

WELCOME TO THE MONSTER MASQUERADE

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

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

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

Your guardian angel was simply divine.

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

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

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

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

Totally.

“How do you plan to help me?”

“Well, what’s your problem?”

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

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

“Right…”

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait, what are you-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Though, you couldn’t help but want more.

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

[zoromuse]

hi! for the valentines day event, could i maybe request angel devil with prompt 5 ?

Angel Devil + “Keep going, I want to see how you do it”

cw. f!reader, masturbating, angel walks in on you, mutual masturbation

wc. 0.5k

a/n. first time writing for angel devil and i really liked it, thank you for requesing, hope u like it, and happy valentines day<33

Sex was not something that came to mind when you were with Angel, or at least not yet. You knew the conversation was due sometime soon, but you could already imagine how it would play out, considering the whole “no touching” ordeal.

Still, that didn’t make you immune to the filthy thoughts that drove you to slip a hand between your panties as you were laying in your bed, rubbing hard circles on your clit and imagining it’s him instead of your own hand.

Unbeknownst to you, he’d come over to your apartment after work, a little tired from the mission he’d been assigned. He expected to see you doing some work on your computer, maybe even taking a nap on your bed, he didn’t expect to walk into your room and find your teasing fingers on your weeping pussy, a teary eyed expression on your face before you cover yourself up with a blanket and shout apology after apology, even if he was the one to invade your space.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean- I didn’t k-know you were coming, I’m-”

“Please…” he pleads, and you watch as he desperately throws off his clothes and joins you in bed, kneeled between your legs with his hard cock in his hand, using the last bit of self control left in him to be careful not to touch you. “Keep going, I want to see how you do it”

Fuck, he was so… attractive. Everything about him makes you want to give up on your future and touch him, stroke him, coax all the pretty noises you know he’s bound to make when he cums, but you hold back, resuming the circles you were tracing and giving him a show to enjoy, so much more sensitive now that you knew he was watching you.

“Like that, just like that” he said, stroking his cock to the rhythm of your digits. “Put one of your fingers in”

You were plenty happy to follow his instructions, slipping one of your fingers into your walls and curling your knuckle to prod at the right spots, throwing your head back at the pleasure.

He curses under his breath, bucking his hips into his own fists, imagining it was your hand, your mouth, your cunt, anything other than his own hand.

It’s not long before you’re almost there, your orgasm so close your thighs are trembling and toes curling in ecstasy.

“Cum with me,” he says, not sure if he’s begging or demanding. “P-please, please cum with me”

You nod your head frantically, your free hand squeezing the sheets beneath you when the tight knot in your tummy snaps and you cry out his name, your legs shaking as you let go of the pent up tension inside of you and cum while listening to his pretty cries.

He’s cumming so much, the liquid white shooting far enough for a few drops to reach your folds and your inner thighs, it’s a shame that’s as close as he can be with you, because as soon as he finishes, he wants to embrace you, hold you in his arms until the warmth of your bodies lull you both to sleep.

©️ zoromuse 2023 | all content belongs to zoromuse, do not modify or repost

[torpidx]

SECOND SKIN - Day three

A/N: I forgot to mention that Angel's latex suit has wing holes!! So don't get confused if he just shoved his wings into the suit... he didnt. BUT HERES DAY THREE <33 WOOHOO

Word count: 1,909

Prompt: LATEX

Characters: Angel Devil, Aki Hayakawa.

Contains: PET NAMES, SUB ANGEL DEVIL, DOM AKI HAYAKAWA, FTM ANGEL DEVIL, LATEX SUIT, LATEX GLOVES, FINGERING, RUINED ORGASM ((Happens once)), UNINTENTIONAL FORCED ORGASM, HAIR PULLING, SPANKING.

"Are you sure this will work?" Angel's voice was gentle as he cast a downward glance, his eyes fixating on the latex suit that clung to his body. The peculiar sensation it brought was weird, not to mention the very obvious hole that was open around his crotch, allowing the cool air of the room to caress it.

"Only one way to find out. Come closer," Aki said, perched on the edge of his bed. He moved his hand in the air, beckoning the devil to approach him, observing Angel's nervous steps towards him. His arms instinctively hesitated before firmly gripping the ginger's waist.

Aki remained in the suit he typically wore to work, relying on the protection of the latex gloves he had put on earlier, while Angel changed in the bathroom. The sensation of latex against latex was intriguing, and it wasn't entirely unpleasant. Aki's hand traveled up Angel's chest, lightly brushing against the hard nipple that peeked through the suit. Angel stood there, delicately biting his lower lip, emitting a soft gasp.

A rush of happiness washed over Aki's voice as he whispered, "I'm so happy to finally be touching you, my dear." His cheeks flushed with a soft pink tint.

Angel's head bobbed in a gentle nod, acknowledging Aki's words, as his body instinctively leaned into the touch of the devil hunter's fingers. A mixture of nervousness and anticipation swirled within him, creating a fluttering sensation in the pit of his stomach. Aki's fingers teasingly caressed and circled his nipple through the latex, the material's unique texture generating a simulated warmth that sent shivers coursing throughout Angel.

A rush of arousal shot through the ginger's body, causing wetness to trickle down his thighs, moistening the latex that clung to his skin. With his gloved hand, he firmly grasped Aki's gloved hand, skillfully guiding his touch downward. Aki's face filled with confusion before he realized what the other was asking him to do. His fingers glided over the wetness of Angel's slit, his eyes fixated on Angel's closed ones before moving down to gaze at his mouth, envisioning those pretty lips wrapped around his cock. The idea made his erection throb against his tight pants.

Delicately, his finger traced circles around his sensitive bud, eliciting a soft, pleasurable moan from his partner's lips. Swallowing audibly, he continued the teasing motion, circling and stimulating his clit with increasing intensity. Each rotation sent waves of pleasure rippling through Angel's body, heightening his arousal. Craving more stimulation, his hips instinctively began to grind against Aki's hand with increasing speed. The pace of his movements quickened, intensifying the friction as he was brought to great pleasure.

Finally, Aki slipped a finger into Angel's entrance, skillfully curling his digit upwards in search of the other's pleasure spot. The sudden feeling of Aki's fingers caused Angel's body to tense, a mixture of surprise and pleasure coursing through him. With a soft whimper, his hips bucked forward, seeking more. His gloved hands found purchase on Aki's shoulders, gripping tightly as waves of bliss began to wash over him.

Aki's fingers continued to stimulate Angel's drenched core, finally finding his sensitive spot. The chorus of moans escaping Angel's lips grew louder and more eager with each precise hit against his G-spot. Just as the pleasure was about to peak, Aki abruptly halted his movements, hearing the sound of Angel's frustrated whines, denying him the continued pleasure he had been craving.

Suddenly, two additional fingers entered his tight entrance, causing him to emit a wincing sound of discomfort. A gloved hand tenderly caressed his face, gently shushing him in an attempt to offer comfort.

"I'm sorry," Aki's voice murmured, filled with reassurance. "It will only be painful for a few seconds. I'm just trying to loosen you up." His voice attempted to soothe the ginger's pained whimpers, while soft tears welled up and trickled down Angel's closed eyes, as he tried to calm down with the still fingers deep inside him.

Once Angel's body had gradually settled, Aki cautiously resumed the motion of his three fingers, easing them in and out of him with a slow pace. His eyes fixated on Angel's reactions, observing his body's response and the sounds that escaped his lips, while being careful not to cause any harm. Aki maintained a gentle pace, ensuring that each movement brought pleasure and comfort. As Angel's pained whimpers slowly subsided, they were quickly replaced by soft moans of pleasure. Angel resumed grinding his hips against Aki's fingers, surrendering to the pleasure that quickly built up in his stomach once again.

With the movements from Angel's hips, Aki increased the speed of his fingers, consistently hitting his sensitive spots. His thumb circled Angel's clit, feeling the ginger's arousal building up once again. Angel's body tensed up as he rode Aki's fingers at this point.

Angel's hips moved with desperate yearning, craving more and more pleasure from Aki's skilled touch. Sensing his lover's desire, Aki responded by quickening the rhythm of his fingers, skillfully navigating Angel's most sensitive areas, eliciting gasps and moans of delight. Aki's thumb circled Angel's clit, intensifying the pleasure that coursed through the ginger's body. With each thrust of Aki's fingers, Angel's arousal tightened in his stomach, his breath growing heavy with anticipation as he surrendered himself to the waves of pleasure. The climax built within Angel, the knot in his stomach bringing him closer to the edge.

At the peak of his pleasure, Angel's voice reverberated throughout the room with a passionate cry, his body riding Aki's fingers until his release. Warmth surged within him as he climaxed, coating Aki's fingers with his wetness. Aki continued to move his fingers, guiding him through the waves of his orgasm, leaving Angel breathless.

With a swift motion, Aki withdrew his finger from Angel's quivering entrance, eliciting a whimper of longing from the ginger. Rising to his feet, Aki made his way to the bedside table, a glimmer of lust filling his eyes. He opened the drawer, unveiling a stash of lube and a box of condoms nestled inside.

"Get on your knees and arch your back for me," Aki commanded, his voice laced with desire. He watched with a heated gaze as the ginger obediently positioned himself on the bed, his form presenting a tempting sight. With knees planted firmly on the mattress, Angel gracefully arched his back, lifting his ass in the air. His face nestled against the plush velvet blankets. Aki's pulse quickened as he observed his partner obeying him. His eyes roamed all over Angel's submissive posture, from the slight wiggle of his hips in anticipation to the subtle movements of his body caused by his ragged breathing.

He reached out for the lube and opened the box of condoms, pulling one out. His eyes locked onto Angel as he positioned himself closely behind. Unbuttoning his pants and slowly lowering the zipper, he sent shivers of anticipation down Angel's spine. With care, he lowered his pants, revealing just enough to release his throbbing, fully erect cock, ready for the pleasure that awaited them both.

With a trembling hand, he tore open the condom packet, feeling the surge of suspense coursing through his veins. Carefully, he unrolled the latex protection down the base of his cock, ensuring a snug fit that promised safety. His fingers trembled with eagerness as he unscrewed the cap of the lube, allowing the cool liquid to pool onto his waiting palm. A generous amount coated his fingers.

He carefully coated his throbbing dick with the slick lubricant, ensuring his 7-inch cock was fully covered, mindful of Angel's comfort. The sensation of his own hand gliding along his glistening shaft sent shivers through his body, pleasure building with each stroke. Guiding himself towards Angel, he positioned his slicked tip at the entrance of his partner's warmth, his heart racing with a mix of desire and nervousness. Sliding his erection up and down Angel's welcoming slit, a delightful tremor of pleasure rushed through his body before finally pushing past Angel's entrance. A shaky whimper escaped Aki's lips as the ginger in front of him tensed up with a mix of pain and pleasure.

His hands caressed Angel's hips, silently conveying an apology. As he pushed a few more inches inside, Angel let out a pained whimper. Aki slowed his movements, giving Angel a moment to breathe and allowing his body to adjust and find comfort once again.

As Angel's body eased into relaxation, Aki gently pressed his hardened dick further inside, fully bottoming out. Aki couldn't help but release a pleasurable moan, overwhelmed by the sensation.

"Fuck, you feel amazing, Darling," Aki spoke as Angel gasped, his body tensing in response to the words. He felt full and a warm fuzziness spread throughout him, as if every inch of his being was consumed by the devil hunter's generous size. It wasn't overly thick or too slender, but just the perfect fit, effortlessly hitting all the sweet spots.

With his head thrown back, Aki withdrew his dick achingly slow, teasingly grazing Angel's entrance with just the tip. Then, in a sudden rush, he thrust back into Angel's tightness with force. Angel buried his head deeper into the softness of the blankets, a passionate moan escaping his lips. His back arched, seeking more of the mind-blowing pleasure. The friction of his nipples against the smooth latex heightened his sensations, sending waves of stimulation throughout his body.

"God, you're so tight," Aki whimpered, his thrusts going even deeper, each stroke grazing Angel's sensitive spot with precision. His body leaned over Angel's, his hand entwined in a handful of hair, pulling Angel's head up from the plush blankets. The ginger clenched tightly around Aki's length, a mixture of pleasure and overwhelming sensation causing tears to trickle down his flushed cheeks.

The intensity of Aki's thrusts escalated with each movement. His desire for Angel consumed him, his breath hitching in anticipation. Their combined scents filled the room, Aki's hair sticking to his forehead as he felt the heat radiating from Angel's body through the latex. Angel, lost in ecstasy, experienced the pleasurable ache blended with a hint of pain, creating an intoxicating sensation that sent shivers down his spine. His body craved Aki's roughness, yearning for more of the overwhelming pleasure that only his boyfriend could provide.

Angel's senses were overwhelmed by pleasure. Each deep penetration sent shockwaves of heat radiating through his body, the pressure against his inner walls driving him to the edge. Every moan that escaped his lips grew higher, the knot in his stomach building up.

As Aki let go of Angel's hair, his hand rose in the air and came down forcefully against Angel's ass, eliciting a pleasurable clench and a loud cry from his partner. With the slap, a knot formed in Angel's stomach, and he released his orgasm with another cry. Aki's rhythmic thrusts faltered momentarily as he succumbed to overwhelming pleasure, filling the condom.

Aki pulled out of Angel, removed the condom, and tied it up before disposing of it along with the latex gloves on his hands.

"Angel... Take that off, I'm going to run you a bath," Aki said. Angel's tired body fell against the bed, responding with a soft noise, listening to Aki's footsteps fading into another room. A soft smile formed on his lips as he rubbed his face against the soft blankets, allowing his body to rest before the bath.

[jkirschteinsgf]

the feminine urge to write a whole akiangel fanfiction no-devil¡au college¡au roommates¡au

[fallenxangel-13]

fallen angel worshipping your body for the first time. eyes widening in adoration, as though seeking salvation in your flesh alone. his fingertips ghost over your soft skin, lips murmuring praises against your bare neck- warm and desperate-before he takes you raw.

"you're so divine," he groans in your ear, his large wings shudder, feathers rustling as he thrusts deeper into you-eager for more. his faintest whispers send shivers down your spine. "forgive me, love.. heaven was wrong. you were made for me. only me. understand?"

[fiendishfables]

Drabble: What about...

Forgetting to leave Lucifer Morningstar one of your feathers…

There was no time to explain, no time to react. You had to leave, for his and your safety both. To preserve what you both held so dear.

"Wait, love!"

"There's no time, Luci! I'm sorry! We're out of time!"

You opened your wings, feathers rustling like a wave of glitter, ready to shade you from Hell and transport you back to Heaven.

That was until a firm, yet gentle hand gripped the membrane of your left wing.

"You can't leave yet!" He would protest.

"I don't have a choice!" You would snap back, eyes filling with tears. Hellens, how he hated seeing you cry. But you were still beautiful either way.

"Yes you do! There is always a choice, my beloved! Please, j-just...just think rationally. I can talk to them! We can work this out!"

"Not one that won't hurt you. I can't come back to you, Lucifer. Never again. We both knew it would come to this eventually."

"W-Wait, love, j-just- let me speak to them! I can fix this, I promise, I can!" Frantic tears welled in his eyes.

He couldn't lose you.

Not you.

Oh by all the saints above and below, anyone but you.

You offered him a small, sad smile, a subtle tear falling from the corner of your eye, down your cheek then to the silk sheets.

Then, wrapping your wings around yourself, your form disappeared off of his mattress, leaving him grasping for empty air. A soft rain of golden glitter left in your wake, some gently falling onto Lucifer's beautiful blonde hair.

Lucifer almost instantly began letting his hands roam the mattress, searching for the one thing you always left, hoping to cling to you the way he always did once you left him.

Except...

"Oh, no. No, no, no, no..."

The feather.

There wasn't one.

He checked multiple times. He was now certain.

You hadn't left a feather.

You. Hadn't. Left. A. Feather.

a/n: some angst to end the night is always nice. Especially if it’s a series teaser…

additional notes: I’d be interested to know y’all’s predictions as to why the readers feathers mean so much to him. I’d also love to hear any superstitions about the upcoming series in general; stay curious <3

Check out Teaser #1 here!:

[c-h-e-r-r-i-e-s]

Late night angel devil brain rot is hitting

please read this bc it’s so good

Reader uses panties as protection from touching him

[saintkaylaa]

are you cheating?…

(ft. aki, angel, kishibe, & yoshida)

warnings: cursing, suggestive, kishibe & you being toxic cute, f!reader

— aki

— angel

— kishibe

— yoshida

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

stuffed

kinktober, day three

a/n: i've had this image stuck in my brain since like april or something, fucking finally wrote it down

warnings: devil!eddie munson x reader x angel!steve harrington, smut, threesome, tentacle sex, kissing, dirty talk, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, double penetration, double penetration in one hole, the boys bickering as usual

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“Fuck,” Steve nipped at your lips, a tangle of his, and the other entity’s behind you, ethereal tentacles holding you aloft between them, “your pussy feels so good when you’re all stuffed like this…”

Hearing an all too familiar demonic scoff in your ear, “you think her pussy feels good right now? Really? You don’t know what you’re talking about because her ass right now is fucking insane,” Eddie snapped his hips harshly, skin clapping loudly as he buried himself even deeper, “like actual magic.”

“What,” a cruel chuckle rumbled within the angel’s chest, “you wanna pull out and let me feel? Just fill up all of her by myself, because I’d be happy to stuff her full all on my own, thanks.” 

“Fucking let you?” Eddie actually laughed, “yeah right,” before he unexpectedly forced one of his inky tendrils into your cunt, right beside where Steve’s rough rhythm was steadily making it weep.

“Oh my god!” your hazy eyes snapped open, having fully blocked out their bickering over your shoulder as it was such a typical thing at this point. 

Plunging in just as far as the celestial cock, that already stretched you out, went, “shit,” the demon moaned, “maybe you aren’t as crazy as you sound, Harrington. Her pussy does feel amazing.”

Head falling back against Eddie’s shoulder, you just managed to spot the flame in Steve’s glare before you felt him slam one of his own gleaming tentacles into your ass. You had already been so overwhelmed prior to their petty tiff, unsure how you were able to simultaneously take just their dicks in your holes, just that stretched you out beyond belief, “fuck, g-guys, guys!” 

“What is it, baby?” you heard the lewd squelch of their efforts quadruple and echo throughout the room, “can you not take it?” Eddie’s dark whisper resonated directly in your ear, “can you not take letting us feel all of you at the same time?”

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