#angel’s puppy

[angels-puppy]

It’s my anniversary with Angel and I won’t get to see her for another month so she said I could post some pictures! I don’t want them to get taken down though so I had to censor them a bit 😅 Message me and I’ll send the uncensored versions - message me proof of how good they made you feel and you might get another present 😘

[celestialalpacaron]

“They’re a tricky bunch. Small, but they’re a lot stronger than you think.”

[teddybeartoji]

im gnawing at puppy!satoru.... like pookie.... i didnt know I'd be obsessed with that.......... IM DESPERTLY WAITING FOR PUPPY!SATORU 😭 😭 😭

18+ mdni; gn!reader

puppy!satoru, who sits in front of your bed with the biggest and prettiest wide-eyes. tears pool in the corners of them, wetting his angelic eyelashes in the most beautiful way. a pretty baby blue collar hangs from his neck – it's tied to one of your desk's legs and it's the only thing that's keeping him from lunging at you. whimpers fall from his wet lips and drool dribbles down his chin; his tongue hangs from his mouth as he pants in desperation. he wants to taste, he wants to touch – but he's being punished right now.

he has been a bad pup.

a muzzle rests on his face, the straps sink into his soft flushed cheeks and you can already see the faint red marks that they're leaving on his perfect skin. you almost feel bad. almost. his hands are tied behind his back and he's completely at your mercy.

sitting down on his knees, he slightly bounces up and down on his legs just to get some relief. his tail thumps against the floor so hard that you can hear it. his fuzzy ears are bent back and he looks oh, so cute like this. they flop a little every time he raises his hips from the ground and you coo at him.

the sudden murmur makes them perk up again, his eyes growing even bigger than before. please, please, please. you grin at him from your place on your shared bed.

the thing he desires the most, the heaven that sits right between your legs, your soft thighs – it's exactly at his eye-level. this is pure torture.

he watches you touch yourself, play with yourself with slow movements; he can see the slick glistening on your sensitive skin and he'd do anything to lick you clean. he just wants to make you feel good! white tufts of hair fall in front of his eyes; they're starting to cling to his forehead from the way he's sweating. it's too hot in the room - he's not even wearing anything other than he stupid collar!

his rock hard cock bobs in the air, his balls twitching every time it hits his own lower belly. there's pre-cum smeared all over his happy trail and he's making such a big mess even without your help. your dirty pup...

another pretty little mewl tumbles from his swollen lips and he tugs harshly at his leash, but winces when it doesn't let up. a soft gasp followed by loud panting, his tail smacks against the floor. c'mon, he's being so good. he's so good for you. please, just let him taste you.

"does puppy wanna play, hm?"

his eyes roll back into his head at your sultry voice and he's nodding his head so strongly that he starts to feel a little dizzy. the collar around his neck only seems to be getting tighter and tighter, his airways getting blocked by his suffocating desire. a glob of pre-cum spills from his slit and it slides down the side of his shaft. he feels it. he imagines you wiping it off with your finger, with your mouth. he's so fucking hard.

his eyes are glued to your center – his least meal, his only solution to his unquenchable thirst. he wants to bury his nose into your crotch, he wants to breathe you in, he wants you to be the only thing on his mind.

(as if you aren't just that already.)

more. he needs more.

the silk ropes around his wrist dig into him, and even those just seem to be getting tighter by the second. he can't stop moving around, he can't sit still – he's the one that's making it worse. it hurts.

he likes it.

satoru's glassy eyes follow your free hand as it trails all over your thigh and your stomach and he can't surpress the saddest little whine that crawls up his throat. your lips stretch into a wide grin while raising your hand to play with your nipple. your other hand stays playing with yourself, filling the room with the slick delicious sounds.

you watch him lick his lips, you watch him pant, you watch him yank at the collar again – he's like a magnet, drawn to you always and forever.

he humps the air and a tear falls from the corner of his eye.

"aww... you crying, puppy?" voice far from sincere, his cock twitches. your teeth sink into your lower lip and your eyebrows furrow in a fake, mocking expression. "oh, you poor thing..."

his sharp fangs glimmer in the low lights of the room. "please..."

his tail swishes behind him, he can't help himself. he has no control over his own body.

"please what, baby?"

"taste, please, can i have a taste?"

you laugh at his neediness and you hear the little metal parts of his collar cling together. he's getting impatient now. "i don't know... can you?"

pushing yourself off your back, you crawl over to your pup. he's sitting so pretty, harboring a big aching mess between his legs. you reward him with another teasing coo as you situate yourself on the edge of the bed – close enough for him to drown in your scent but far enough to shed another miserable tear.

his eyes fall shut as he lets you properly fill his nostrils, all of his senses. a shiver runs down his spine when he feels your fingers on the side of his face and his pretty blues snap open in an instant. he's staring up at you – hungry and eager to please, ready to take whatever you'll give him—

—ready to give whatever you'll take.

you push his head back a little, tilting his head so he's getting a good look at you. in this position, you tower over him so easily and he feels like putty in your hands. combing through his hair, you scratch right behind his ear and watch him lean into your touch with hearts in your eyes.

but then you tug on his white strands, intoxicated by the smallest sounds that keep falling from him. forcing him to keep his gaze on you, you widen your legs in front of him. it's so, so hard for him to obey you, to be good, when it's right there. his lip wobbles behind the restriction and another quiet plea echoes the room.

"are you gonna behave, puppy?"

"yes." the speed at which he answers is almost ridiculous, but you can't tease him for it. not when your own stomach fills with butterflies aswell. you want him just as much.

loosing the grip in his hair, you let him slowly sink toward your center; he keeps his eyes on you, not daring to look away for even a second. the scent is so strong now, his balls twitch as pre-cum dribbles down them. just another inch, just a little more. he's right there. right fucking there.

the muzzle barely bumps against your crotch and eyes fall shut with a dramatic sigh. his ears flop down so fucking cutely; he's literally a breath away but the damn thing is in his way, it's ruining him, it's killing him. and to add to that, it seems like the collar is just about an inch too short aswell because there's a big vein running on the side of his neck – a clear sign of him not getting enough air.

but he doesn't pull away. his tail thumps, it never stopped. he bounces on his heel and tilts his head to meet your gaze again. he rests his cheek on against your thigh and you take the second to admire the mess he's made already. his skin is all flushed, from his chest and up to the tips of his ears; red markings peek from behind the straps of the muzzle – the contrast between those and his marble skin is just exceptional.

drool trickles through the miniature cage and straight down onto your thigh but you don't mind. he looks absolutely fucked out like this. you allow yourself to card through his hair again, unable to keep your hands off of him for more than two minutes and he hums at your soft touch.

"such a cute, pup, hm?"

you cradle his jaw as best as you can and hold his face to yours again before leaning down and pressing a kiss onto the muzzle, just above where his nose would be. and then another to the side of the thing. he squirms in your hold, overwhelmed by your sudden touches. he feels like he's going to melt into a puddle when you press the next one to his jaw.

he can smell your arousal. it's... so fucking good. he hums as he tries to nuzzle further into you. all he can think about is filling you up and giving you his knot. c'mon, he's been so, soooo good... he deserves it, right?

you will let him breed you, right? you're gonna let him have a taste? gonna let him pump you full? gonna let him give you his knot?

right?

+ @staryukis & @ohimsummer hiiiiiiii guuuyss.... puppyboy!satoru on my mind so i just had to tag you two too hehehehe:333

[forgottenloverboy]

kneeling at your feet and panting excitedly and wagging my tail and looking up at you with heart eyes. btw

[dollykiller]

[mothsshoes]

the different vibes from these two this season is killing me 😭

[rubybug]

angel puppy 🪽💫🐶🌟

[dreamdropsystem]

i'm not a violent dog | i don't know why i bite - shane

[angelcakegf]

Need to squeeze a cute boy's thick ass like a stress ball rn

[angels-puppy]

Angel visited for the weekend for my birthday 🥰 she’s leaving in the morning 😢 but she wakes up before me so I got my holes all ready to make sure she’s entertained since I wouldn’t want to be a bad host 😌 last night I wore pajama pants and panties which gave her too much trouble so tonight my pajamas are just my flexer and plug 😉

She’s sleeping next to me now and I’m reading everyone’s nsft posts so I can go to sleep nice and wet to make it even easier for her in the morning 🥰

Anyone want to help me out and send an ask about what you think she should do to me?

[skunkox]

Puppy Dog Eyes

Who's using them least to most often

David:

Doesn't realize he's doing it and wouldn't believe you if you told him he was either. It mostly happens when he wants Angel to sit still and cuddle with him. Angel teases him about it every now and then. He'll just bury his head in the crook of their neck and deny it.

Milo:

Strategically uses them. Like when he wants to get out of playing a horror game. Or when he's trying to win a debate. Milo has been known to pick up Aggro and hold him next to his face. Puppy eyes on full display. The combo is lethal, and he knows it. There's also a quick change from puppy eyes to bedroom eyes that still boggles Sweetheart.

Darlin':

Does it all the time and doesn't even know. David, Ash, and Milo has seen it at least once. How quickly Sam would fold and how he'd struggle to hold himself back from locking them in a bear hug. They didn't wanna believe it when the guys joked about it, but Baaabe was quick to come with receipts. A picture found in the Mates group chat and taken by Sweetheart proved otherwise.

Asher:

All the damn time and to everyone. That's just how he's wired. Asher has one of those faces it's hard to say no to. It's not impossible, but it happens. Especially when he does it to people he's known nearly his entire life. There's a 50/50 success rate when it comes to Baaabe. They're used to his antics and doesn't have a problem with dishing out "consequences." But if there's no harm, why not let him have his way?

[smoosie]

The South Downs Cottage - Part 4 (last part)

Reverence

[nostalgia-mind-prison1995]

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[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Lightweight: Hazbin Hotel

Vaggie: (enters the new hotel after an arms meeting with Carmilla Carmine) Ugh.... I need a-

Angel: (pops up out of nowhere and holds up a cocktail) Drink?

Vaggie: ..... (Takes the drink, secretly appreciative) That was... oddly fast.

Angel: Not really. This was Charlie's, but Husk had to cut her off.

Vaggie: (sputters) I'm sorry. WHAT?!?!

Angel: (giggling like an imp before grabbing Vaggie's hand and dragging her down to the bar) You gotta come see this!

Charlie: (demon mode, suit coat missing and her shirt mostly unbuttoned, bowtie undone, snarling and flexing her claws at a mirror like a puppy seeing its reflection for the first time)

Vaggie: Uh.... What?

Angel: Watch this. (To Charlie) How's putting that homewrecking bitch into submission going, Toots?!

Charlie: (turns to Angel with an excited, fang filled smile) I think I got this bitch on the ropes! *gasp* Hi, Vaggie!!!

Husker: Oh, this is gonna be good.

Charlie: (eyes shift towards the mirror and fire spews from her body as she turns her full attention to her reflection with a growl) Now, you listen here, you cum guzzling bitch.

Vaggie: (gasps and covers her mouth)

Charlie: Vaggie is MY girlfriend! Mine! I'm the one who crawls into bed with her at night. I'm the one who gets to give her kisses every day. And I'M the one who got to wear her thighs as earrings on Thursday night!!!

Angel: (howls with laughter)

Vaggie: (zips to Charlie and firmly grabs her arms) Okay! That's enough of that. It's time to get you to bed, little missy.

Charlie: (melts at Vaggie's touch) Okay, babe. I love you so much. (Glances back at the mirror as she's led away and snarls) You got lucky this time.

Angel: (waits until they're put of earshot) Please tell me someone got a video of her shadow boxing herself for thinking horny thoughts about Ol' Featherduster.

[dr333am]

[fara-arts]

I’m sorry but I love them 🧜🏾‍♀️