#angell smut

[sinful-lanterns]

tit sucking with angell and shawn. especially if you lactate too mmmnghh they’d be all over you

CW: Lactation kink, threesome, breast worship, tit sucking

Hear me out on having both of them suck on you at the same time 🤭

Just picturing Angell and Shawn unexpectedly watching a damp spot appear right above where your nipple should be. You’re embarrassed as you didn’t mean to accidentally lactate in front of them, but before you could cover yourself up and excuse yourself to the bathroom, Shawn is moaning and pulling you towards her, lifting your shirt up so she can latch onto a swollen bud.

Angell is quick to pounce on you too, the eager cat-like woman pawing at your exposed breast and licking over a bead of milk. You didn’t expect both women to be so hungry all of a sudden, but any protest dies on your lips as you give in to your desires. It was quite hot for Shawn to suckle so needily on your tit after all, lapping pathetically for her meal as she moans and looks up at you. Angell is no different, except her eyes are closed and she’s greedier with her licks, slurping up any milk that comes out and gripping your hips to pull you closer, her nails almost digging into your sides.

I imagine that if you have issues regarding your lactation in the future, Shawn and Angell are both very happy to appease. Just don’t let Angell suckle too long, she’s a bit feistier than Shawn so she may leave bite marks on your breasts 😅

[a-certain-romance]

Annoyed

Synopsis: Making their in-game ‘Annoyed’ voicelines all about you (smut no angst)

Characters/Ships: fem!reader x Rahu, Zoya, Chameleon, Bai Yi, Du Ruo, Angell, Eirene, and Shalom (Separate)

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, oral (Shalom & Rahu), Rahu has a cock, spanking (Zoya), fingering (Chameleon, Bai Yi, Angell), slight mommy kink (Du Ruo), strap on (Du Ruo), face sitting (Eirene), inexperience (Shalom & Angell), loss of virginity (Shalom & Angell), reader sometimes referred to as Chief

A/N: Format is a bit different bc so many characters. It seems the smut gods possessed me I finished this in just a few hrs. Will probably make a pt 2 using ‘special attention’ voicelines as well for other charas.

“You’re the chief of the MBCC, yet you’re doing such things…have you no shame?” She grunts out, trying to maintain her composure despite the way your hand is currently pumping her leaking cock. “Do you want me to stop, Rahu?” You ask from between her legs. She eyes you warily. “Someone will walk in and see us.” “The door is locked.” “Seems like you have an answer for everything,” she scoffs. Rahu’s hands grasp the chair’s arms in an attempt to stay clear headed. It doesn’t it work. She huffs, ripping the mask off her face and grips it tightly in her hand. “Make it quick…” she growls, head tilting back in pleasure. “Will do~” you smirk triumphantly before pressing an open-mouthed kiss to her tip.

You and Zoya were in the middle of a meeting with other higher ups in the Leigon. She always radiates power and confidence wherever she goes. You thought you were used to it by now. But seeing her give out orders in such an authoritative tone made you weak in the knees. When she sat back down in her chair, your hand made a journey from her knee, to her thigh, and now rests dangerously close to an area that will surly get you in trouble later. “Are you…provoking me?” She grits out at a volume only you could hear. You smile, “I’m being discreet.” “Discreet my ass.” Zoya grips your hand from underneath the table to stop it from moving further. “You want me that bad? You’re such a needy fucking brat. Just wait until this meeting is over.” When the meeting comes to a close, Zoya locks the conference room doors. “I thought I trained you better than this,” she sighs in disappointment. She pulls out a chair and manhandles your body over her lap. “You’re going to count every slap I give you and if you lose count, we’re starting over.” She lands a harsh swat to your exposed rear. “One…”

Chameleon is an alluring woman, and her seductive tactics only render you to be more compelled by her every word. She leans forward from where she was seated and traps you in your chair, her hands planted on either side of the seat you’re in. “I know what you're thinking about... no subconscious impulses go unnoticed before my eyes.” She brushes a few strands of your hair behind your ear. “So tell me Chief,” she murmurs, “do you want me to take control?” Her question hangs in the air for only a second before you allow it with a breathy “yes”. She smiles dangerously, a glint in her eyes that every sinner gets when they know they’ve won. “Perfect,” she whispers, trailing kisses down and around your neck, leaving bright red marks before moving on to the next. Her hand slides underneath your pants, glides under your panties, and only stops when her fingers meet those slick waiting lips she’s been vying for. “Just let it happen.”

Bai Yi tends to be the ‘top’ in your relationship. She can’t help but want to overstimulate you with orgasm after orgasm, drinking in the sound of your moans and your sweetness on her tongue. “Oh? How unusual. Are you taking the lead today? In that case, let’s have some fun…” Bai Yi grins as you lean over her. “But are you sure? You just look so damn good in this outfit, I really want to ravage you.” She whines playfully. It doesn’t take long for you to turn her into a crying, moaning mess. “O-okay no more edging, please let me cum!” She begs. “I’ve been so good for you, haven’t I? Why won’t you let me—” “Where are your manners?” You scold, stilling your curled fingers right before they hit her g-spot. “Ask me nicely and maybe, maybe, I’ll give you the release you so desperately crave.” Bai Yi curses, biting her lip as she sobs in pure ecstasy. “I’ve been such a good girl, chief. I deserve to cum after all that edging and torment.” She pouts, awaiting your decision. “You make a good case,” you sigh, leaning near her ear, “but I think you can take a little more.”

Du Ruo was reading through one of her many mythological books as she laid in bed. She was deeply enthralled by the information she was learning, but her focus broke when a pair of arms wrapped around her waist. “Stop messing around…” she giggled melodically over your wandering hands. Your arms moved up to wrap around her neck, your head resting on her plush chest. “Aw, is my baby needy for attention?” She coos, “Want me to take care of you?” You nod, and she closes the book with care before setting in on the nightstand. From the drawer below, she pulls out the contents needed for her to wear a rather large strap on. “Are you comfortable?” She asks sweetly. Du Ruo places her hands on your bare hips, letting the tip gather your wetness before she dares to push in. “Good, now hold still for mommy~”

“You seem anxious. Do you want me to do something?” Intimacy was almost foreign to Angell. It took a while for the two of you to form a relationship, but it was worth all the effort and more. Angell wanted to try her best—the best is what you deserve really. But there was one thing she wasn’t so keen at. “Something as in…?” “Let me pleasure you.” She asserts, and the rare sight of a blush dusts her cheeks a light pink. She crawls onto the bed towards you and her body towers over your frame. “I want to learn how you make you feel good. Teach me.” And so you show her. Angell takes off your clothes with great anticipation. Her eyes rake over your body and you swear you’ve never seen her desire you more in any other moment. “I’ll talk you through it,” you say softly before guiding her hand down to your core. “Once your fingers go in, do whatever feels right to you. Stroke, scissor or curl your fingers or—oh my god—“ you moan abruptly at her ministrations. “Yes, like that, Angell that feels so good.” She continues to pleasure you, her eyes zeroed in on how her fingers disappear into your wet heat. When you climax, she tentatively brings her slick fingers to her lips and sucks. Angell’s eyes widen and in a flash her fingers enter you once more, her mouth moving lower to get a better taste of you. It seems like it’s going to be a long night.

“If there is something you desire, just tell me honestly. You and I, we don't need to play this game.” She cocks an eyebrow, waiting for your next move. Eirene is analytical. Eirene is patient. Except when it comes to you, and how good your tongue feels inside her after a long stressful day. Eirene weakly grinds her cunt against your mouth as she sits on your face. Your tongue laps at her greedily and she can’t help the sinful moans that escape. Her hand moves to cover her mouth in an attempt to conceal them, but a harsh slap to her thigh convinces her to grip the headboard and be louder instead. “Chief!” She cries out, spreading her legs wider so you have more to work with. “I’ll never get enough of you. Please, don’t hold back.” Eirene lets out a gasp when she reaches her climax. When you try to move her off, she holds up your head to meet her eyes. “Again.”

“Okay, okay, okay... This is a "virgin" territory for you, huh? Now, give me your hand. I'll teach you how to do it properly.” You didn’t expect today of all days to be the one where Shalom takes your virginity, but you weren’t complaining. “I’m going to put your legs over my shoulders now, just let them rest there while I pleasure you.” You nod and try to calm yourself, but you can’t help the nerves that rise to the surface. “Chief,” she nips the inside of your thigh playfully, “I won’t hurt you. We can stop whenever you’d like.” You put your trust in her hands and give her the green light. She delves in, and although this is all new, it feels so damn good. You let her awaken every new sound you never knew you could make. It’s almost too much. You grasp for the bedsheets, or maybe that was a blanket? Your hand settles on her head and you can’t help but push her in further. Your legs shake involuntarily and the pressure in your lower region starts to build up. You call out Shalom’s name as you experience your first orgasm. “Relax, I’ve got you.” She says, moving any hair away from your sweaty forehead. In your afterglow, you shift around to curl up against her. “So, how do you feel now that you’ve experienced your first?” She asks. “…Can we do that again?”

[shalomniscient]

tierlist on twt got me acting unwise……. [nsft utc]

raven full on sobbing when she’s overstimulated, clawing at the sheets behind her head and arching that gorgeous back so perfectly as her thighs tremble around your head. hiccuping sobs and moans that choke on your name with each harsh lash of your tongue against her clit, and each sinfully good curl of your fingers in her drooling cunt that might as well be sobbing too. she’s so loud, weeping out thin, keening praises while her hips jump and stutter to the time of your thrusts. just the sound of you working her cunt has her so dizzy, her eyes so far back into her skull only the whites are visible. she can taste the salt of her own tears on her lips but god, she fucking loves it. she’ll keep you there between her legs until she’s incoherent or passed out—usually both. teaching is stressful, after all, and she needs a good destressing session with her partner every now and then.

folding shalom in half would have her vocalising like never before, just pure, uncontrolled moans as you push her knees to her ears and put her through the mattress. her fingers dig into your back like claws as almost animalistic noises rip their way out of her throat, nothing coherent at all, just the prettiest whines and half-legible pleas. she’s breathy, needy, demanding—she’d hiss, or attempt to, if you even think about slowing down the pace at which you’re fucking into her. she’s dripping onto the damn sheets, leaking around your cock, why the hell would you even stop? when she cums it’s messy, squirt spraying over your abdomen, and she makes a noise barely even human anymore, all hoarse moans and hitched mewls.

matilda, poor thing… her composure turns non-existent the second your hand wrap around her dick. she’s whimpering like some wounded creature, hands fisting into the couch cushions beneath her. her brain feels like mush as she looks up at you straddling her, her aching cock in your gentle grip. her lips part with a breathy groan as you pump her length, thumb swiping over the slit. god, she’s leaking like some kind of broken faucet into your hand but by the sounds spilling from her throat she certainly doesn’t have the capacity to care at the moment. not when it’s been so long and the loose circle of your fingers around her feels like heaven on earth. she tries to fuck into your hand but the way you straddle her limits her movement, and she whines again, pleading and desperate and oh-so polite in her begging. she always remembers her pleases and thank-yous—and so you can’t even be that upset when you sink down onto her cock, taking her into your cunt in one smooth go and she cums immediately with a long, drawn out whimper of your name.

angell is a mess of grunts and groans as you take her cock into your throat, all the way down to the hilt, your nose brushing the trail of grey-silver hair on her pelvis. her elbows are braced on the kitchen counter behind her and really they’re the only thing keeping her up as you suck on her dick, seemingly unbothered at the press of the cold wood floor against your knees. watching your head bob has her throat so fucking dry, her moans of your name knotting in her chest. she tries, she really does, to be quiet but you’re so good at this it should be illegal. angell goes higher in pitch as she gets closer, one hand tangling in your hair to hold you in place as she ruts into your eager mouth, her grunts coming more unbidden now. she still has some sense to draw back and ask if you’re okay with her cumming in your mouth and fully moans your name—almost a whimper—when you take her back all the way, fingers digging into the muscled meat of her thighs. when she cums it’s with gasping, heaving groans as she holds your head in place, her cock twitching in your throat. she makes another weak noise when you pull off, a string of saliva connecting the tip of her cock to your lips. she yelps only a little when you stand and ask her to join you in the bedroom for round two.

[bloom-into-blue]

𝕄𝕠𝕟𝕠𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕖

summary: angell and bianca share you. that's it, that's the tweet.

contents: transfem!angell x reader x bianca, cunnil.ingus (bianca receiving), handj.ob, an.al se.x (reader receiving), fing.ering, pure, soft smut with a hint of aftercare.

word count: 1.8k

author's note: chat. i have been so very stressed. i'm sorry this was shorter than the last two fics, i just want a woman to hold me tenderly. here, have pure smut.

art source: i adore you, my teacher

bianca's quiet sighs echo throughout the room, her hands tightly gripping onto the bedsheets. yours are muffled against her, too busy parting her lips with your thumbs to lap at the sensitive flesh before you like a starved woman.

“you tightened up. c'mon, relax f’me,” you hear angell rasp behind you, two fingers already knuckle-deep into your ass while she ignores everything else entirely, something that's both unbearable yet exciting mixed together. you know what's ahead.

as if to help you relax a bit, bianca breaths out before carding her fingers through your hair gently, murmuring a quiet, “you feel so, so damn good. ugh, your tongue,” and she can't finish the sentence before a quiet gasp falls from her lips and she jolts against you, prompted by the way your teeth brush gently against her folds. she's dripping onto the bedsheets now, but no one pays any mind to such a small detail, not when angell is focusing on the way your tight hole takes her fingers, not when you're lost between the sensation of angell filling you while preparing you for her cock, and certainly not when bianca's too busy grinding against your mouth slowly, as if afraid of taking more than necessary from you. you're desperate to taste her more though, so you push your tongue against her entrance and delight in the breathy whine that follows.

angell lets out a sound between a whimper and a growl, needy for your attention as well, before she moves to your side and takes your hand gently, all while her free hand stays with two fingers inside your hole. “please,” she whispers, “touch me too.”

you'd coo at the sweet way she pleads, but you'd rather die than pull your tongue away from bianca's folds, so instead you hum against the blonde’s dripping cunt and wrap your fingers around angell's cock. her breath hitches as you stroke her at a languid pace, already noticing the way her precum drips slowly from her tip and onto your hand.

between bianca's little gasps above you, angell's quiet whimpers as you stroke her, and the latter's fingers scissoring inside your tight walls?

you feel dizzy, intoxicated, and you need to feel them both against you.

you start pumping your hand around angell faster, making her grunt at the feeling, and at the same time wrap your lips around bianca's hardened bud, which prompts her to gasp sharply and rock her hips against your mouth.

“fuck, t-that feels so good, please,” bianca mewls frantically, her grip on your hair growing tighter. her essence is all you can taste, and you know she's getting close from the way her inner thighs grow tense before relaxing and tensing up once more.

angell isn't faring any better beside you. she's all quiet pants and whines, bucking her hips against your hand as she tries to fuck it and imagining it's your pussy. that doesn't mean angell ignores your pleasure though, because her fingers are now going in and out of you at the same pace as her hips move, and all you can do is suck bianca's clit while you moan around it, just as needy as the two girls that whimper your name between needy moans and growls.

the first one to come between all of you is bianca, who throws her head back with a wanton scream and arches against you, shivering while riding her high against your tongue. you press it flat against her, letting the blonde ride you to her heart's content, happy to taste her release against you.

angell isn't too far behind from bianca though, for she lets out a choked up cry of her own and thrusts desperately into your hand, then releases her seed into your palm while her hips jerk and quiver.

her fingers still inside you though, making you whine in frustration as you pull away from bianca's pussy. “please, i-it's not fair,” you whine and wiggle your hips. bianca giggles at the sight, breathless as she is, and her hand is back to caressing your hair gently.

“don't worry, cutie. we'll spoil you for taking us so well, won't we?” bianca coos softly, her blue eyes rising to meet angell’s golden gaze.

“she's right. it's only fair we return the favor,” angell rasps. before you can process their words, both women shift theirs and your positions around, now angell is sitting on the bed with her cock against your ass, with bianca smiling in front of you like a cat that's about to get the cream.

after a last whisper against your ear of “relax,” angell starts pushing in as gently as possible, slowly sheathing herself into your ass with quiet grunts that threaten to turn into whines. you don't fare any better for the record, clinging tightly onto bianca and resting your head between her tits while letting out ragged breaths. “that's it, just like that,” you hear the blonde whisper while she gently strokes your back. with the way angell stretches you out, any discomfort you could've felt is minimal at worst, and at the same time you can feel bianca's hand traveling downward to stroke your soaked slit without actually dipping her fingers inside, the tease that she is.

finally, when angell is buried inside you all the way, both of you are already breathless and desperate for her to start moving, though for some god forsaken reason she manages to hold back. “keep my cock warm for a bit, alright?” she murmurs into your ear, then presses all of her front against your back, letting you feel her soft chest and the way her pebbled nipples brush against your skin.

“don't worry, i can keep you busy,” bianca purrs, and finally parts your lower lips in order to push two fingers in, her body flush against yours and her soft nipples pressing against yours while absolutely tempting you to just lean down and suck onto them. the only thing stopping you from actually doing that is the way her fingers move at a tantalizing and slow pace, coupled with angell's cock filling you and making your mind empty itself in record time.

all you can do now is try to grind back, falling into angell's embrace and feeling her cock twitch inside your ass, or try to roll your hips forward, with bianca thrusting her fingers into your drenched pussy as a reward. you need both, yet all you can do is whimper and whine instead of actually begging for them to ravish you like you want to.

after a few brief moments, angell’s resolve finally cracks, and soon she's pulling out until nothing but her tip remains inside, then slowly pushes herself back in. “fucking hell,” she grunts before she starts thrusting in earnest against you, licking and nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck while bringing out rhythmic little moans out of you.

bianca's breath hitches at the display, and her smile widens as she decides now it's a good idea to start pumping in and out of you, resting her forehead against yours in an effort to keep you grounded. “just let yourself go. we'll both take care of you.”

so she says, but between the squelching of her palm against your labia and angell snapping her hips against yours faster every second, it's hard to say anything beyond a shaky, “please…”

you can feel the way angell smiles against your skin, still dizzy with her own pleasure yet proud of how much of a mess she's already making out of you. without any warning, her hands shoot up to your breasts and begin kneading them gently, right before she starts rolling one bud between her fingers while pinching the other, effectively drawing even louder cries out of you. “hey, no fair!” bianca calls out with a pout while thrusting her fingers into you at an even faster pace, and if her arm burns, she doesn't show it. in an attempt to upstage angell, bianca grits her teeth before a sly grin rises to her face, and suddenly her lips are pressed against yours and her tongue is already pushing into your mouth when you let out even more needy mewls.

for her part, angell doesn't seem jealous, and if anything her smile widens at the sight while her hands continue to toy with your nipples. all the while, her cock keeps going in and out of you; it only manages to feel even thicker when it's inside your asshole, you can barely breathe from the pleasure alone. bianca's now distracted herself rather well by kissing you and making an even bigger mess between your legs, while her free hand grips onto your hips and, surprisingly enough, guides you so you're grinding back and forth.

you barely know where angell begins and bianca ends now, all you know is both of these women are consuming your entire being right now.

cracks start to appear in angell’s composed appearance, and what started out as confident grunts are slowly dissolving into needy cries against the back of your neck; suddenly her pace becomes less measured, far more sloppy, and each thrust goes deep enough inside you that your eyes roll back every time.

bianca notices the change thanks to the desperate moans you're letting out and pulls away from ravaging your mouth to grin. “oh, we can't have you come before our princess here, she chastises angell, right before a third finger enters your pussy and suddenly her pace is incomprehensibly fast. skills of a sinner, you'd rationalize when your brain wasn't melting out of your cunt. even worse (or better) is when the blonde starts playing with your clit using her free hand, something that makes you scream out and quiver around her fingers mere seconds later, which has bianca smiling impossibly wide. she simply keeps rubbing it in tight little circles while you clench around her fingers, all the while cooing in your ear.

angell’s eyes widen behind you. “w-wait, fuck, she got tighter-” she manages to blurt out before a whole whimper falls from her lips, and her pace turns borderline animalistic now, easily prolonging your release and threatening to make you entirely dumb on her cock. “gonna come,” she warns between desperate cries, then moments later makes her promise come true as her warm seed fills up your tight walls. only then does she allow her hips to slow down before going still entirely.

“good girl… you took all that so well,” angell praises before gently turning your head to the side so she can kiss your lips now, the contact sweet and chaste.

“can't say i disagree. you looked beautiful there, sweetheart,” bianca whispers as her smile turns genuine and her hand goes back to caressing your hip softly.

with the two of them holding you gently like this, making sure you're okay after all that, it feels like heaven itself is wrapped against you, naked and sweaty as they may be.

moments later though, you're finally coherent enough to realize angell hasn't pulled out. neither has bianca retracted her fingers for that matter.

“round two?” angell rasps.

“pretty please…!” bianca adds.

with a sigh, you realize this night is far from over.

[brickeater712]

duckcoins to spare

cw: angell x eleven, camgirl!eleven, mastu/rbation, squi/rting, toys, actually not much to say here

A/N: ange11. twitter mutuals are the ones in chat...

angell’s eyes burn at the screen, looking through all the jobs that are listed in front of her. 

‘commission: take out the gang fights at the bar by district 14’

‘commission: need someone to kill a billionaire!! urgent!!’

‘commission: can someone deliver my groceries to my door???’

angell groans as she scrolls through the list of commissions on dismyth. eyes flicking away the moment she sees any with a low payment offer. which is basically all of them. ever since she dropped off the chief of the MBCC back onto it’s doorstep, no one has been around to help her with taking the best jobs for her. 

or cook red bean soup, but that’s not her number one priority. 

angell turns around to look at her record player, sitting broken on her desk. she had tried to clean around after chief had been dropped off, but had haphazardly knocked her record player off the table- rendering it useless. 

angell doesn’t actually need the money from her commissions to continue living- chief’s been sending her money every week, making sure her needs are met. but she needs more money to fix up her record player, and for now, has simply been listening to her favourite song on some sketchy video playing site on dismyth. 

angell switches to the tab that’s playing her music, deciding to pause it. she stops the music, wanting to switch off the computer, but not before something catches her eye. 

a live stream- with a pretty girl in the thumbnail, that reads, ‘Call at 3AM’. angell’s eyes flit down to the title of the livestream, which is ‘Call at 3AM: Late night ‘chat’ stream’. she once more considers closing the computer, but the stream has already piqued her interest- and besides, it’s not like she has any commissions to do right now, she can take a break, right? 

angell shrugs and decides to click on the stream, not thinking much about what she would find. immediately, the video opens, and she’s greeted by the sight of that woman- eleven, if the name of the channel tells her anything- in the thumbnail. her face is red, she’s panting, and as angell’s eyes move downward, she watches her breasts move up and down as her chest heaves. before she knows it, she sees one of eleven’s hands propping her up on the bed and the other down between her thighs, thrusting a big, bright pink dildo into her-

angell hits the power button of the computer, sending it into sleep mode. she stares, dumbfounded, at her now black screen. her face rises to a bright blush, cheeks heating up as she tries to process what she just saw. 

ah… that- that was…

angell can feel her head spinning. she doesn’t know what else she expected- why else would someone be up at night, streaming on the dark web? 

“i- i probably shouldn’t…” angell mumbles to herself, shifting in her seat. she thinks it over for less than a minute, and with shaky hands, hits the power button on her computer again. 

it’s okay to be curious, right?

angell enters her password into the computer, and it boots up again- back to the tab, where eleven was on the screen once more. she was still fucking herself, while looking at what is assumedly her own monitor. angell watches, flustered, as she watches the thick, apparently vibrating toy move in and out of eleven’s cunt. so big… doesn’t it hurt? angell thinks, watching intently as slick drips down the toy onto the bed.

eleven’s voice rings out through the silent room. “as you can, see-  ah!”  she moans, “that this toy is reaaaaally powerful at it’s third setting- haaaah…” she trails off, grinding down on the vibrating toy beneath her. “i haven’t felt this good in a while.” she whimpers out. 

angell looks at the livestream’s chat, wondering what people comment on content like this. 

‘mari: oh my god Eleven please one chance I wanna put my head between your boobs so bad and bounce on your strap please’

‘CherieLuna: oh my! Eleven!! …. Alright brb guys gonna withdraw more money’

‘MBCCChief: ELEVEN??? This is NOT what the AV Room equipment is for!!!’

‘ty: i wanna suck on the toy when youre done…’

‘korichi: Eleven please just one taste, please 😭 ’

‘Rahu: ???’

‘Hopeless Romantic: Hey babe… I think you’re suffering from a lack of vitamin me ;)’

‘eiri: I NEED TO DO SCISSOR WITH HER SO BAD UNTIL MY LIPS FALLS OFF UNTIL THE BED BREAKS UNTIL THERE'S A NEW CHASM CREATED’

‘GanceGance: ma'am you're voice is so good I came twice already 🥵🥵🥵 ’

‘Rahu: eleven… can i visit later?’

‘CherieLuna: Rahu???’

angell stifles a laugh at the particularly lewd messages, wondering if these people think about their digital footprint. 

eleven looks over at the chat, reading the comments that fly by in a flash. “oh… amber… three comments in a row already? someone must be awfully desperate tonight.”

‘amber: let me lick it up 👅👅 ’

‘amber: eleven please strap me down’

‘amber: Let me bounce on it’

“if you subscribe maybe, i’ll let you- mmm-  do more than bounce on it.” eleven chuckles. 

and without thinking it over too much, angell decides to send a message in the chat. 

‘angell_1231: you’re really pretty’

eleven pauses grinding down on her toy, noticing angell’s message immediately. “a new viewer? haven’t seen you around before.” she says, before continuing. 

angell wonders what she should type next, while watching eleven squirm on her mattress. “ah- everyone, looks like i’m already gonna cum for the first time tonight.” eleven giggles, adjusting her body slightly so that now- angell has a view of the thick toy vibrating in her soaking cunt, buzzing away in joy as her hips jolt every few seconds. 

angell can’t take her eyes off the display- a world that she has personally never dipped her toes into before- so alluring and beautiful, and she can feel her throat go dry and her own core heat up at the erotic display in front of her. 

“fuck- fuckfuckfuck- i-i’m cumming…” eleven moans, hilting the toy inside her as deep as possible, her slick dripping onto her thighs and on the mattress. she heaves for a while, panting while the chat goes wild at the sight. 

“now, what about i let you all control the next toy?”

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it’s been one week since angell first watched eleven’s stream. she’s taken up more commissions since then, no matter how ridiculous they may seem- she wants to earn more money, after all. 

it’s three in the morning once more, and angell is seated at her computer, cursor hovering over eleven’s livestream. she’s been thinking about it all week- and now that eleven is finally live, she supposes she can take some time to relax for a while. she clicks it, and once again, eleven appears on the screen, this time with her fingers pinching at her nipples. 

as per usual, the chat is as crazy as ever- people interacting with her and with each other.

‘Hopeless Romantic: You and I should have a private stream… ’

‘e-dommommy: please, she’s not gonna dm someone as cringe as you’

‘Hopeless Romantic: Really? What makes you think she’ll go for someone who didn’t even say anything up till now?’

‘e-dommommy: wanna bet? hey eleven, is that your name because you’re an 11 out of 10?’

angell tears her eyes away from the little conflict happening, drifting her view to eleven’s tits instead. she can see how stiff eleven’s nipples are, every tug making her whimper a little louder. 

“ oh, how i wish i had someone to play with my tits while they fuck me- look, i’ve been sitting on this this whole time-” eleven lets go of her tits to pan the camera downwards, to show her swollen cunt, stretched around another thick, but this time, glass dildo. angell squints at the screen, watching the way she can see eleven’s clit throb, and the way her pussy clenches around the toy. 

it makes angell’s own core clench, and her hand fights the urge to drift below and pleasure herself too. she’s in her regular sleepwear, but the fabric of her underwear is enough to bring stimulation on her clit. she finds herself rocking back and forth on her own chair ever so slightly, getting off to the display in front of her. 

“t-this one hits so- ngh, deep,” eleven whimpers out, feeling the toy hit all the right spots in her. she grabs the base of the toy and pulls it out slowly, letting the camera catch every shine of slick that it pulls from her cunt. “this is one of my favourites- it makes me cum so hard everytime i use it.” she continues, pushing it back in with shaky hands. the high-quality microphone picks up the noises that emit from her actions, filling angell’s room with the filthiest sounds. 

angell’s sensitive ears pick all of the sounds up- causing her to soak into her panties- but she makes no move to touch herself. instead, she watches on as eleven’s moans rise in volume as she plunges the toy in and out of herself. 

“i-i’m gonna cum- mmph! can you all see?” eleven moans, her other hand rubbing furiously at her clit now, causing her to gush over her toy. “fuck, i’m- i’m cumming-!” her words cut off, and she throws her head back- and she squirts all over the camera, the hot liquid hitting the lens and dripping off. she pushes the dildo in as hard as she can, panting and riding out her orgasm, rubbing slow circles on her clit. 

angell is burning up now, feeling like she needs to take off her clothes- she’s been sweating at the sight this entire time. without thinking about it, she presses the ‘donate’ button, and decides to donate five hundred duckcoins. she can hear the ping! of the donation from the stream, and looks at eleven, who is still breathing heavily, looking at her chat.

“oh, its you, angell_1231… ah… five hundred duckcoins? thank you so much for the donation- i hope you attach a message next time, hm? flattery can get you to so many places.” eleven chuckles, and the beautiful sound makes angell blush. she simply comments an ‘okay’, to which eleven gives a thumbs up to her comment. 

before she can hear eleven speak more, angell closes the tab- she doesn’t want to stay up all night watching eleven, since she has a job tomorrow. when she stands up from her chair, she becomes aware of how wet her panties are. 

she supposes her shower will have to be a cold one tonight.

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it's another night at the computer. angell’s sitting at her computer once more, watching eleven's livestream. they know each other a little better now, since she’s been chatting more- plus she had asked the chief about eleven after she saw her berate her usage of professional equipment on her streams. 

“maybe you can persuade eleven to stop using the AV room’s equipment.” chief grumbles, before giving angell eleven’s phone number. but all angell can do is stare at it- she doesn’t quite know what to tell eleven just yet. so she decides to watch another stream. 

she chats more freely now, though all she says are just short sentences. nonetheless, eleven still acknowledges every sentence she says- and every donation she makes. 

“oh angell, you don’t have to donate every single time i have an orgasm, you know.” eleven pants out, watching the notification of another five hundred duckcoins coming in from angell. “that’s the second time tonight… you should keep some money for yourself, you know.” she groans as she lifts herself up off the toy she was sitting on. 

‘angell_1231: just thought that ur too pretty to let me watch this for free’

“quite the sweetheart, aren’t you.” eleven tosses the wet toy to the other side of the bed, and sits back down with a grin. “well, guess what. it seems after…” she trails off, doing the maths in her head, “that last donation, you’re entitled to a private call with me, you know.” 

angell’s eyes widen, and her hands start trembling. 

‘angell_1231: what’

eleven giggles when she sees her message. “so cute! you didn’t know?” 

‘angell_1231: no…’

“well… just know that you can cash that in any time you want.” eleven says, and winks at the camera. before she can continue with her next part of the stream, angell’s fingers fly across the keyboard.

‘what about… now?’

eleven looks surprised for a second, before breaking out into a smile. “of course! how could i say no to my number one supporter?” she quickly hits a few buttons on her computer, and turns back to the stream. “sorry everyone… looks like the stream is ending early today… well, until next time then!” she hurriedly turns off the stream, before the rest of her audience can complain about the early end. 

angell is surprised by how eager eleven had seemed to end the stream, but before she can ponder on it, a window pops up on her computer. 

a video call request from eleven. 

angell lets out a noise, and quickly reaches over to adjust the webcap atop her computer, so that only her body is visible. she doesn’t need to let anybody see her face, after all. she hits the ‘accept’ button, and eleven’s smiling face appears on her screen once more. 

“hey! angell… is that you?” eleven’s voice rings through the room, as her eyes dart across the screen to get a better look at angell’s body. 

“y-yeah…” for the first time, angell is nervous- she stutters, and she fiddles with her own fingers in her lap. “hello…”

“oh! i didn’t expect you to sound so handsome.” eleven compliments angell, causing her to flush a deep red. 

“thank you…” angell trails off, not knowing what to say.

deciding to take the lead, eleven continues. “so, anything in particular you’d like for me to do for you?” she asks, wondering what a handsome woman like angell would want. when she doesn’t answer, she continues. “roleplay? ASMR? or something simple like masturb-”

“that.” angell cuts her off. “can you teach me… that?” “ah…? teach you how to… touch yourself…?”

“y-yes… is there anything wrong with that?” 

“well, it’s just that… i had expected you to be… more daring with your request… people don’t pay as much as you do to get a lesson.” eleven thinks, recalling her previous private streams.

“i’ve never had the chance to do such things… to myself… because of my lifestyle… and seeing you just got me curious- and i couldn’t help but think about what if i were to do that to myself…” angell chooses her words carefully, trying not to divulge anything about her job or life. 

eleven looks surprised for a moment, but lapses back into her playful character immediately. “well then, after all that’s said and done, i couldn’t possibly be so mean as to not teach you…” eleven reaches over to her webcam and adjusts it slightly, so that the camera captures her upper and lower body. “turn your camera down too, okay?” she asks.

angell obliges, tilting her camera downward- and eleven’s view is now of angell’s chest, to her lower body sitting in her chair. she can see angell shifting uncomfortably in her seat, and tries to help her relax. 

“relax for me, okay? this will feel better when you let yourself focus on it.” eleven assures her. angell chokes out a stiff ‘okay’. “why don’t you start by taking off your panties? i can already see you soaking through them, you know.” eleven chuckles. 

angell looks down in embarrassment, having completely forgotten that she had only been wearing a t-shirt and panties- knowing she’d be taking a cold bath in the early morning. she flushes a deep red, but pushes her panties off her legs instead, revealing her already wet core. she attempts to hide herself, but eleven puts a stop to that. 

“don’t hide yourself, i think you’re really pretty down there.” eleven whispers into the microphone. angell moves her hands hesitantly, spreading her legs a little wider. “you’re already wet, hm? my stream turned you on so much?” 

“o- of course… it does every time i watch you.” angell admits. that’s something else eleven didn’t expect- if anything, she had assumed that angell’s compliments were just her way of trying to get into her (figurative) pants, but seeing the nervous woman on her screen now made her realise that her short, often lacking-in-emotion comments were just the way angell was. 

now it’s eleven’s turn to blush, not expecting this turn of events. “w-well, this display is turning me on all the same too.” she mutters, but loud enough for angell’s sensitive ears to hear it. angell pretends like she doesn’t, though, and tosses her panties to the other side of the room. 

“now what?”

“start with touching your clit.” eleven instructs, demonstrating it on herself. she ghosts her fingers over her clit, letting out little whimpers as she does- the slick from her previous orgasm on stream helped with lubricating her movements. 

angell tries to mirror her movements- gathering slick from her own cunt to rub gently over her own core. due to her heightened senses, the feeling of simply a single stroke over her clit makes her jolt upwards in her chair, letting out a high-pitched moan that resonates throughout the room. 

eleven is surprised by angell’s sensitivity, and thinks that it will make this more enjoyable for both of them.”does it feel good? just a few touches down there already have you letting out pretty sounds.” she whispers huskily into the microphone, watching the way angell’s fingers twitch at her words.

“y-yeah… feels different.” angell pants.

this piques eleven’s interest. “oh? different from what?”

“ah… “ angell pauses, and hesitates. “from the way my underwear feel against my clit.” she moans out. 

“have you… ever cum from that?” eleven questions, wanting to know the extent of angell’s experience with pleasure. the revelation of angell’s innocence in this aspect is turning her on, and she strokes her own clit faster. 

“no… never… not enough…” angell huffs out. her middle finger is more daring now, stroking her bud gently. the rough pad of her finger adds extra stimulation, making her hips jerk forward ever so slightly in her chair. 

eleven smiles. “well, this will be so, so much better than your silly panties.” she coos, spurring on angell to rub her clit a little bit faster. her legs spread wider instinctually, letting eleven have a better view of her pussy. “use two fingers now, okay? how many times did you try to get off against your underwear?”

“every- ah! stream…” angell whimpers, listening to eleven’s instructions.

“you should let more of that emotion slip everytime you comment in my stream after this, okay? let me know that you’re getting off to me fucking myself.” eleven presses, as she can see how angell speeds up her movements, and the way more slick drips from her cunt. 

eleven’s words are almost pushing angell over the edge, but eleven doesn’t want to stop everything here. “are you gonna cum for me? already?”

angell nods desperately. “mhm, so quickly-” she cuts herself off with a moan, and rubs faster. “gonna c-cum already.” she stutters out. eleven takes her own fingers off her pussy first, preparing herself to deny angell. 

eleven smirks. “hmm… not yet. take your fingers off.” angell doesn’t know why, but she listens to eleven- denying her own orgasm. her hips buck gently into the air, trying to chase the orgasm that she took away from herself. “good. i’ll teach you something more pleasurable, okay?”

angell nods with a whimper, ignoring the urge to continue getting herself off. she watches her screen as eleven shows her wet fingers to the camera, before dipping them down to her entrance. angell gulps down as she sees the tip of eleven’s finger dip ever so slightly inside- she finds her own hand trying doing the same. 

“that’s it, take your time with it, okay? do what makes you feel comfortable.” eleven says, watching angell’s clumsy movements. angell nods, and when eleven puts her singular middle finger in, just a little, she follows suit- the warmth of her own insides making her shift in her seat. 

“feels… strange…” angell huffs out.

“you need to get used to it, after all.” eleven hums, starting to thrust her own finger shallowly inside herself. angell watches, and mimics.

after a while, she gets used to the sensation of something inside her- her thrusts get deeper, and she’s accustomed to having her finger inside her- up to the second knuckle. eleven watches, and moans in approval, letting angell know that she’s proud of her. 

“this is my favourite trick. i love to push my fingers as deep as they can go- “ eleven moans while pushing her fingers all the way in, “and curl them up just a little- and fuck myself just like that.” she starts pumping in and out of herself, the squelching noises from her pussy now awfully audible to angell’s flushed ears. 

angell looks at eleven’s face, contorted in pleasure, and does the same. the feeling of her fingertip pushing up against her walls is a new, better sensation than simply thrusting her straightened finger inside her- and her moans rise in volume in tandem with eleven’s.

“feels so much- ngh!- better!” angell chokes out, already getting close to the orgasm she was denied just now. she can feel her walls clenching around her finger, the pulsations of her cunt driving her to fuck herself faster. 

“rub your clit with your other hand.” eleven instructs, doing the same on herself. their moans grow to a fever pitch, both of them gushing more at the sight of each other getting off. the moment angell’s other hand touches her clit, she lets out a little scream, her oversensitivity nearly pushing her over the edge immediately. 

“ah…” eleven groans, getting close to her own orgasm. “angell, baby, cum with me okay? have your first- oh!-  orgasm together with me.” she whines.

angell, too overwhelmed with pleasure, simply nods in acknowledgement. she speeds up the motion of her hands, mirroring the quick pace that eleven is going at now. together, their noises match each other and rise to a crescendo until- both of them cum over their fingers, slick gushing out and dripping onto the fabric below them.

angell, having never experienced such sensation in her life, is overwhelmed quickly- her eyes roll back in her head, and her legs straighten under her desk, and her toes point- and eleven takes in the sight of angell, in all her glory, letting go. 

angell rides out her orgasm, her fingers slowing down, eventually coming to a complete stop. boneless, she leans back on her chair, too hazy to take her hands off her cunt. now, only the sounds of her heavy breathing and eleven’s panting fill the room, and it takes a while before any of them say anything,

“so… was that everything you expected it to be?” eleven asked, breaking the comfortable silence. 

“it was… better than i expected…” angell says, still dazed out on her chair. 

eleven lets out a giggle. “looks like you enjoyed it? i did too.” 

“really…?” angell blushes. 

“like you wouldn’t imagine. in fact… i enjoyed it so much that i’ll give you another private session on the house, hm? i can teach you so much more.” eleven whispers, before giving angell another wink. 

angell smiles, though she knows eleven can’t see it. “sure,” she answers.

“then…” eleven leans into the microphone and whispers sexily, “i’ll see you at another three AM.” she giggles after, and ends the video call without letting angell respond, leaving her on a cliffhanger. 

angell stares at her computer screen, before tossing her head back and lying in the silence. the slick on her hands is drying now, and she supposes that she can take a shower after she lies there for a little while more- a warm one this time. 

perhaps the chief would let me visit the bureau some time?

[musouie]

sending simon a “care package” while he’s on deployment, but in lieu of non-perishable food and toiletries, you send him erotic photos and his favourite pair of your lace knickers.

he thanks you the following afternoon with a string of blurry videos of him jerking off in his bunk, muffled moans escaping clamped lips and a massive, veiny hand pumping his flushed cock.

when he comes, his meaty thighs tremble, as does the camera. you don’t see much, save for the splatter of white against his skin as he groans and sighs — a bestial thing ripped from his throat — and your knickers wrapped around him.

and when he returns from deployment, with pallor skin and sunken eyes, he leaves no room for you to question what could be wrong — because the second he enters your home, he’s forcing you against the wall and fucking your starved cunt for as long as he can manage, making up for all those precious months lost :(

masterlist <3 . . . newest feral!simon

[theorphicangel]

trying to convince bf! sukuna to do the TikTok challenge to the Sabrina carpenter song lyrics of “ a boy who’s jacked and kind” whilst he picks you up.

Yeah , your boyfriend isn’t too kind but you know he fits the jacked description pretty perfectly.

“No.”

“Pleaseeeeee, I’ll blur out your face.”

“No.” He pouts, frowning at his phone. He was sat on the couch, mindlessly scrolling. Of course he saw the trend but he had no interest in following stupid things he saw on the internet. He could pick you up easily but why should he have to prove it to the internet?

“If you’re too weak to pick me up then that’s okay I’ll just find someone who can…maybe satoru’s free—“

Sukuna’s head snaps up from his phone, immediately raging at the thought.

“Like hell you will, Go get your phone.”

[sai-int]

this struck something in me

The room is dimly lit, as it always is when you have sex with Simon. Shadows dance along the walls as he drives into you with unrelenting precision. Your back arches off the bed, lips parting in whimpers as his thick, throbbing cock hits that devastating spot deep inside you over and over. His hands grip you firmly, grounding you as your vision blurs, your body trembling under the sheer intensity of him. The air between you is electric—raw and consuming.

But then, just as you’re both caught in the heat of it, his low, gravelly voice rumbles softly against your ear.

"Y’know," he mutters, deadpan, "if I keep fuckin' ya this good, reckon y'might end up snorin' as loud as y'did last night."

You freeze for half a second, your brain short-circuiting before a laugh bursts out of you, completely unbidden. You try to hold it in, but it’s no use—you’re shaking with laughter, gasping for breath as Simon's thrusts slow to halt, watching you with the faintest glint of amusement in his eyes.

You manage to choke out between giggles, "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

He doesn’t respond immediately, just tilts his head with a dry, unimpressed look, though the tiniest smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Just making conversation," he says plainly, as if he hasn’t just shattered the mood entirely.

"Still with me?" he asks, his deep voice a low rumble as his hand cradles your cheek, thumb brushing softly against your skin. You manage a nod, your breath shaky, and a flicker of satisfaction crosses his face.

"Good," he murmurs, his lips ghosting over yours. "Now behave."

The words barely register before he thrusts into you again, slow and deliberate, pulling a gasp from your lips as your vision blurs, the intensity making your legs quiver.

mlist | @machveil thanks for the inspo

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

satoru likes jerking off in front of a mirror. no, scratch that – he fucking loves doing it.

fully bare, he sits on the bed in front of a body length mirror. the sun peeks from the window, kissing the freckles and scars on his body. there's a pink flush to his skin - his chest, his neck, his cheeks, the tips of his ears; he feels warm all over.

thighs spread wide open, he's leaned back on his one arm while his eyes are glued to his reflection in the mirror. his own hand feels hot on his tummy as he trails them over his pecs and his perked nipples. they're awfully sensitive and satoru can't help but hiss when he gives them a little squeeze. his bottom lip gets caught between his teeth and his dick twitches. he's so fucking hard.

pre-cum leaks from his aching tip, all swollen and deprived. he's been sitting here for a good while now – he loves edging himself; he conjures up the prettiest pictures of you in his head as he trails over his abs. he thinks about it being yours instead. your hand, your fingers.

he plays with his happy trail as he thinks about you nuzzling your face in it. his dick jumps again and he let's out a shaky laugh.

finally deciding to give in, he wraps his fingers around the base of his cock and his eyes almost cross at the touch. but he refuses to shut them – still keeping them trained on his own body through the reflection in front of him. he tightens his fist as he pushes down a little, putting more pressure onto his sensitive balls.

his head lolls to the side as he watches a glob of pre-cum slide down the side of his shaft. he thinks about you licking it up. he thinks about you giving his aching dick a kiss. his pearly white teeth sink into the plush flesh of his lower lip, almost strong enough to draw blood when he moves his fist up, twisting his wrist as he goes over the leaky tip.

his hair is tousled and he's starting to sweat – he looks fucking good. all the work he's putting in at the gym is really showing under the afternoon sun; his muscles look more defined with the layer of sweat glistening over them and he's proud of what he's seeing. it's hot. he isn't afraid to admit that he thinks that he's sexy, that he looks amazing like this. even his cock looks pretty; rock hard and pink, pre-cum weeping from the slit as it bounces at every thought of you inside his head.

you and your gorgeous smile. you and your loving eyes. you and your stupid jokes. you and your... body. he feels like a bit of a creep thinking about you in such dirty ways when you're not even his.

yet.

pushing off his hand, he spreads his legs a little wider as he leans forward, getting more comfortable. his fingers stay wrapped around his length while his free hand goes to his stomach. he's so sensitive to every single sensation – no matter whether it's from his own touch or somebody else's.

he discovered something new a few days ago... his belly button is sensitive, too. he pumps his cock slowly, almost painflully so as he traces his navel. goosebumps raise on his skin despite him feeling anything but cold; his head feels dizzy in the best way possible, his tummy nice and warm. satoru circles the hole before pushing the tip of his finger in. it's feels so weird and so fucking good.

the sight of him sort of fingering his own belly button is strange, but satoru has never been one to stray from experimentation. he loves to try new things, he loves to have fun – and if a silly thing like this makes him feel so ridiculously good, then so be it. he's not gonna be ashamed of that.

he can't wait to let you do it to him either. he's even a bit excited to see your reaction to the offer – would you be weirded out or would you be into it? would you tease him for it, call him names? tell him that he's a freak? a pervert? he pushes into the tiny hole a little harder at the thought of you making fun of him, his fist tightening around his cock.

he spits down onto his cock and speeds up just a little, enjoying the slick sounds that fill the room. he stares at his own adam's apple, he watches it bob as he swallows. he thinks about having something down his throat. he thinks about how it would look, how it would feel. he moves his free hand to touch the sensitive skin of his neck and puts some pressure on it – the broken moan that ripples from him echoes around the whole apartment and he just wishes you were here to listen to him.

his eyes are low as they set on his heavy cock again. he tries to imagine his hand as your own – he needs to do it. he wants you to touch him so badly, he wants you to make him feel good. of course, he thinks about making you feel good aswell; he spends so, so much time on thinking about giving you head. about the way you'd taste, the way you'd whine and whimper. how you'd squirm below him as he fucks you into overstimulation. but he does like to think about you down on his knees in front of him too. he wants to be greedy. he is greedy.

taking his hand from his neck, he now cups his balls with a pleased sigh. he massages them, letting his own spit and cum cover them completely. it's messy, just the way he likes it. he feels it dripping down to his asshole and he can't keep his lips from tugging upward. his eyes trail up his body through the reflection – his sweaty abs, his pecs, his flushed neck; his plump and now a little swollen lips and the pink tint that's dusted across his cheekbones. he's quite fond of his dimples and he loves seeing them. he thinks they make him even better looking, more charming. they do.

satoru thinks about the way you always poke them whenever you have the chance. would you do it now too that he's here jerking off to disgusting thoughts of you like the needy boy that he is? he thinks about the way you like to rest your head on his shoulder and hide your face into the crook of his neck whenever he tries to tease you a little. how warm your breath feels on his skin. how your lips brush against his pulse point.

fuck.

as he fondles with his balls, he gnaws on his lip because he needs to feel more. he wants you to bite it instead, he wants you to play with him instead. taking his hand from his crotch, he lets it travel all over his body again – his thighs, his waist, his lower tummy. everything feels so fucking good. his hips buck up into his fist when his fingers dance around his belly button once more. his head lolls back but he never takes his eyes off from himself in the mirror. he moves up to massage his pecs now, his sensitive nipples. he wants to feel your tongue on them. he can't stop thinking about it – your teethmarks around the buds, the bruises you'd leave behind.

he grinds his cock into the tight little hole he's made with his hand, lips permanently stretched into a sick grin because he knows it's coming already. the knot in his tummy keeps tightening, his need growing with every stroke he makes. he thinks about holding it off but decides that he won't do it today; he's meeting you in an hour – he's going to have to jerk off again after that anyway.

satoru plays with his nipple while rubbing the swollen tip of his cock with his palm and oh, fuck he's close. he thinks about how warm you'd feel around him. he thinks about your pretty face. he makes his fist even smaller and humps into it, mainly focusing on the tip. it's just so sensitive and it feels so fucking good. he thinks about you wrapping your lips around it, about you licking at the slit. he thinks about your smile. how much better your hand would feel on him. the wet noises that emit from the friction between his fingers and his cock make his heart beat even faster – dirty, dirty, dirty. he thinks about recording the sounds and sending them to you. he thinks about videoing himself through the mirror; he wants you to see what he's seeing.

every twitch and every spasm, the muscles he's worked so hard on, his dimples, his fingers, the mess he's making for you. he rubs his free hand over his tummy, his belly button and he thinks about your eyes and—

white spurts of cum land on his hands and his belly and his happy trail. satoru moans with a smile on his face - he doesn't hold back, now finally letting his eyes close as his head falls back. he keeps fucking into his fist despite how much it feels. he loves it.

after a good few seconds, he finally cracks open his eyes and peeks at himself again. he looks like a mess. it's perfect. he let's go off his softening dick, focusing on the cum adorning his skin instead. he takes a finger and swipes through the thick liquid; he drags it all over his lower stomach, playing with it like a child. he pushes some of it into his belly button and chuckles breathlessly at his own silly antics. he doesn't care.

his phone dings, signaling an incoming message and to his delight – it's you. satoru hums at the sight. it's a simple text, just something about buying him sweets from the store but it has his dick twitching against his thigh again.

maybe he has time for a round two before meeting you...

+ everybody say thank you logan we love you @staryukis this one is for you baby<333333

[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. 

[shotmrmiller]

your superior finding out about the secret praise kink you didn't know had a name because you'd always been called an over achiever, a goody two shoes. never gave anyone any trouble, nose burrowed in a book since you had knobby knees and a library card.

you'd thought it normal that the apples of your cheeks burned when praised after giving your teacher the drawing you'd made for them the night before. that heat spread from the center of your chest up when your first boyfriend/girlfriend whistled at the sight of you outside of uniform. that warmth settles in your belly when you get a pat on the back from your platoon leader firm enough to force the air out of your lungs because you'd disassembled and cleaned a glock with the ease of a professional.

apparently it wasn't.

after weeks of training with the fabled task force, weeks of sharing elbow room with the team, weeks of soaking up the dizzying praise from the captain ("did real good out there, eh? can always count on you." you didn't question the throb betwixt your thighs, taking care of it with a cute little bullet like you've always done since joining the military)

you're confronted by the worst of the lot. ghost catches you in a break room, your back to him, hands clutching a cup of coffee that's more sludge than liquid, its warmth barely seeping through the styrofoam.

his figure fills the doorway, shoulders nearly brushing the frame. your first thought is that his brows aren't twisted together and he lacks that cold, blank look in his eyes so your death isn't in the nearest of futures. the second is that when he's not fully covering his face, the outline of his jaw is quite visible, looking sharp enough to cut.

then he crosses his sculpted arms over his chest, seams straining against the expanse of his muscles, head tipped to the side.

he moves with the keen curiosity of a predator sniffing around a newborn fawn, gaze intense yet inquisitive, assessing your every detail with a menacing interest.

"you ever gonna tell me you've a praise kink, bird?" the question sends a chill through your veins before turning into a fiery rush as it races at twice the normal speed.

praise kink? no. surely not. doesn't everyone like to receive compliments?

"sure. i don't mind gettin' told i've an impressive cock but that's bed talk. you look ready to bend over 'nd show us how slick tha' pretty cunt can get over a rufflin' of hair and a couple of empty words."

that has you positively reeling, fingertips cracking the cup in your hands, pulse on your neck fluttering. you feel a cornered, skittish animal, ready to flee lest your life come to an end in his maws.

but as usual, the cruel man more creature than person, twists the knife he's dug into you with a certain ruthlessness only he can muster.

"so be good for me, eh? love your praise? earn it."

you've always been an over achiever, proven once again by the way you take him to the root in one long, broad stroke with any complaints at the sheer size of him resting firmly behind your clenched teeth.

"tight little thing, spread open over me like you were meant for it. for me." he runs a gloved thumb over your swollen bottom lip. "there's tha' look. drivin' me bloody insane when you gave kyle tha' molten gaze. none o' tha' now, yeah?"

he creeps his ungloved hand down to circle your pearl with the spit-slick pads of his fingers, drawing in a sharp breath when your walls flutter and constrict around his cock at the feel of something other than your toy giving you the relief you need after a hard day's work.

"bloody fuckin' 'ell."

ghost claims a fistful of hair, pulling you closer to him, his breath warming the stinging, throbbing mark he bit onto the delicate skin of your neck. the shuffling of feet right outside the door snap you out of your daze, fingernails sinking into the bulging muscle of his chest but he has none of it.

he uses your hair to direct your focus back onto him and even though he'd only given you a leading tug you felt some strands of your hair come off with a pop.

"easy. can't see your pretty face when i'm fuckin' ya if your lookin' away."

your expression twists into what you hope is bliss when he bucks his hips, your whimper drowning out his groan when he hits on something new.

something you want him to keep hitting.

"exactly like i'd thought."

everything else blurs together after that, and only when you're back in your room using a warm cloth to clean yourself up do you remember the other things he'd rumbled.

(inside o' ya, make you mine-)

(-get 'bout bein' with anyone else-)

(-ll to myself-)

you touch your tender pussy with gentle fingers at what he'd said in the end.

(leave tha' f'me, he swipes your hand away, i'll get ya there, pet.)

if price's compliments take a nose dive off a cliff you don't notice because you're getting your daily fill of them and ghost after dinner every night. kyle keeps them to one word and soap likes to tempt fate as always.

[sinful-lanterns]

i need to ride angell until shes shooting blanks.

CW: Riding, overstimulation

I know Angell should realistically have a lot of stamina considering she’s a hitwoman, but imagine overstimulating her and riding her till her cock goes limp 🥵

She probably doesn’t expect to go down so easily, but Angell is throwing her head back and grunting as you bounce up and down on her silly style. She’s never had anyone ride her so vigorously before, and the poor woman is trying so hard to hold back as she doesn’t want to come so soon. I imagine that she’s filling condom after condom with how hard you’re riding her, the pile of used condoms just adding up the more you overwhelm Angell and proof of how good you’re making her feel.

In the end, if you manage to out-fuck Angell, she’ll be lying back like a husk, yet will have the most relaxing sleep of her life. She really needed that dick riding it seems <3

[yanluvr]

thinking about taking yan!angel’s virginity and now he just follows you around everywhere like a lost puppy until you bless him with a pleasurable session. he cries out for you as your fingers play with the head of his cock. his body shakes uncontrollably and he pathetically bucks into your tight fist. you capture his lips into a heated make out session as you continue to play with his body. he pants breathlessly when your kiss ends, a trail of saliva connecting your tongues. he moans when the movements of your hand grow faster. his many eyes roll back as you give him your permission to cum.

cuddles afterwards are a MUST. he’s like three feet taller than you and his wings are so unbelievably fluffy as they wrap themselves around you to keep you warm and comfortable. as you drift off to sleep, he just continues to stare at your relaxed face. he swears right then and there that he’ll protect you forever.

[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…

(More?)

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[rafesfawn]

🪽🧺 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐋

𝜗ৎ⋆｡˚ when rafe sees a precious little doll on the side of the road with a broke-down car, how can he resist out of the kindness of his heart offering her a ride? just a ride home, that's all...

or how trailerpark!angel!reader and rafe met!

warnings: use of the nickname pet & little one, reader! is eighteen-nineteen! bit of perv!rafe, barely proofread!

a/n: first time writing a rafe fic/blurb! im so excited, also this is based on this ask and thank you so much for sending something I really appreciated it and I hope u like it mwah! I would say you two meet in like early season 2 (right before the cross storyline) also for the format slight ib to others on here esp @rafesangelita (sorry for the tag!)

this was based off of this ask! which tysm i literally love requests and rafe and trailerpark!angel!reader is my new obsession <3

a small, meaningless kick was made to the tire while you huffed and groaned, putting two hands over your frustrated features as all you wanted to curl up into a ball and cry.

“piece of shit,” you mumbled under your breath, kicking the tire once more, but immediately a whimper fell from your lips. the pain shot from your toe up to your spine. making you sniffle and tip-toe in pain. in your denim ruffle skirt, white socks, and pink converse, you sat down on the asphalt, on the side of the road, leaning against the side of your broken-down car.

she wasn’t the best car, but she surely got you around most of the time. most of the time. it was a little volkswagen beetle, light pink in color, covered in so many stickers some wondered if it was passing inspection. it wasn't.

sitting with your head against the car for what felt like hours (it was maybe ten minutes), but spending even that on the side of a main road in kildare island was torture. especially with the beating sun late august provided.

rafe was speeding down the road on the way to play golf and get drunk with topper and kelce. “ah shit, i don’t know, man.” he said into his phone, holding it up with one hand; his voice gruff and confident, topper on the other line. “you really think i won’t kick your ass today huh?” a smirk grew on his already smug expression.

letting out a short chuckle at toppers response, nothing anybody ever said meant more than a laugh to him. or that's what it used to be like anyway, his act wasn't together if anything, it was worse than it'd ever been. his father condemning him to disingenuous "discipline" to forget about the possible death of his golden daughter.

"the fuck?" he mutters into the mic, his voice laced with confusion. as he sees up ahead on the road, a pink car broken down, with the most precious thing sitting against it. a pout on the angels soft lips and the most defeated look in her eye. aw, you just fell right into my lap, didn't you? little angel.

your eyes glued on the pavement, your entertainment of watching a little ladybug try to make it to safety in the distance, was shortly interrupted.

a nice black truck coming into view it came to such a short stop it almost took your breath away, the breaks slightly screeching at the haste. a tire replaced the spot the ladybug once was.

you stood brushing the dirt and gravel off the backsides of your pale thighs, left bare by the short fabric of your skirt.

the man stepped out of the truck. he was tall, and the sleeves of his polo looked like they were about to burst at the seams, not able to contain the biceps beneath. his features strong and statue-like, his deep sea eyes hidden behind the curtain bangs that hung over his forehead. a grin that seemed too genuine, too good to be true.

you removed your heart-shaped sunglasses, placing them on top of your head to see him more clearly. your possible savior, but he was anything but.

he stepped a bit closer, seeing the state of her already pretty beaten car, "having some car trouble?" rafe asked as if he wasn't stating the obvious.

you pretended he wasn't either as you nodded, the frown only slight now but still on your lips as your eyes remained looking up into his.

"aw.. poor thing we can't have that, what happened?" his voice, a mockery of sympathy. as he inspected the piece of shit car she loved so much. his care coming from a place of ownership, of burning ache or want.

still, in slight shock, you hadn't answered him, following behind him as he reopened the hood like he owned the car. not even realizing you'd been rude and not replied till he spoke again. "little one, i can't fix it if you don't tell me what's wrong." a heady mix of gentle and firm that made your mouth go dry and your head dizzy.

"oh- it's been on her last limb for like ever, i guess she finally called it quits... right on my way home." you said with a little sad laugh that rafe wanted to bottle the sound of and listen to on repeat. "and I really need to get home," you added fiddling with your fingers in front of you.

a sweet girl all out of options, rafe was so glad he was here to provide her with his help. "tell you what, I'll take you home and come back and fix this thing up for you, huh?" he offered, there goes his saturday plans he presumed. it'd be worth it. he told himself he'd make it worth it, with those shy eyes and the expression you carried like a lost puppy. you'd owe him he'd make sure to get something in return.

just like he figured, you shook your head. never wanting to accept such a grand favor. "I can't ask you to do that, I mean, I don't even know your name." nerves, curiosity, and a glint of something else tinged in your voice, so many wonders in that head as soon as his truck came to a stop for you. why? the only question running through your mind.

"It's rafe, can I help you out now?" his genuine grin turned almost smug at his own remark, brushing that bangs out his face, the effort pointless as they immediately fell back again.

you paused. picking at the already chipped white nail polish on your sore fingertips, a larger-rougher hand covered your own, stopping your movements with that firm gentleness he carried around her. you looked up at him, he was so much closer. the scent of some cologne that probably could pay your rent, and a tinge of smokey wood filled your senses.

"pet?" he questioned with an expecting tilt of his head, calling you that like it was the most natural thing in the world.

your body and mouth responding before giving another second for your brain or anxiety to think it over, you nodded. "can you please give me a ride home?" you hesitantly asked, it felt weird. getting help, and even asking for it felt foreign, he offered it so graciously like it was nothing.

looking down upon her, his grin turned genuine once again, his eyes seemed almost proud it was a soothing balm to her nervous heart. a rosy hue to her cheeks as his palm covered the side of her neck, making a few pats to the flesh before leading her to his truck.

you'd owe him. something he was sure you were ready for.

[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.