#angel devil x reader

[blueparadis]

❝ IN THE MOMENT ❞ + (aki, denji, yoshida, angel devil, kishibe )

+. CWs — female anatomy, she /her pronouns, cum play, corruption kink, voyeurism, unprotected, oral acts, sex toys, s/d dynamics, bdsm themes.

+. synopsis — where they would like to cum? Would they cum inside you if given a chance to hit it raw or strictly prefer orals?

+. notes — congratulations. I've finally found my debut format for headcanons to touch a new fandom.

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Aki insists on wearing a condom. However,He has thought many times how your gummy walls would feel around his cock. He has been jacking off quite frequently wrapping his fingers tightly around his cock, imagining it to be your raw cunt hugging his aching cock. But when you told him you ran out of condoms he couldn't just let the chance slip rather he took it saying that he'll pull out in time. And that is how he ended up having your legs over his shoulder as he fucks you. He has been jamming into your whole for a while and he can't seem to get enough of this view: you grabbing tits as he pounds into you. Aki can't think straight, and neither can you but when you convey to pull it out, he suddenly remembers. And he listens to you, how could he not? especially when you haven't been other whiney bitches who didn't let him do it raw. “Yes...yeesh ...ohhh fucckk. baby..”, he groans as he shoots his cum all over your belly and a little bit over your pussy lips. You rub yourself while he watches his hole clench. Aki thinks he could try this another time but he is coming back to have a nice fuck.

Denji might be desperate for sex but he is not willing to give up the feeling of your hands around his cock or your warm mouth sheathing his cock. He prefers the former since he can touch your boobs if you let him, otherwise, he will happily gawk at your naked boobs, and watch your nipples grow hard and wide. But with you pumping his cock, spitting on his tip to make it faster than usual makes him recoil in pleasure. An echo of groans fills the room as you quicken the pace. “Can I cum? uh....nigh...can I cum now?”, he eagerly asks. He might not be near his orgasm but the thought of you kissing him while giving him a hand job makes him do anything for you, be a good boy to you. It's so easy to make him cum at times like these especially when he asks for quickies so bashfully. You kiss his dry lips depriving him of the air to breathe as you keep stroking his cock. He groans as you pinch his nipples slowing down your strokes and at such an abrupt stimulation he cums, white slimy fluid coating all over your palm. “Waah! I came.”, he coos excitedly. And he'll let you go for another shot if you don't need to get back to work right away.

Yoshida loved teasing you, eating you out mercilessly until you begged him to stop. Sometimes he would tie your hands so that he could jerk off with one hand while eating you out. He is not always up for sex, he tends to find orals far more exhilarating than some normal vanilla sex. Putting a vibrator inside your pussy while he sucks your boobs, or watching you fuck yourself on a dildo was just the tip of the iceberg to him. But when you crawled in between his legs with a vibrator clipped over your vagina, he wanted to kiss you and tell you how obedient and praise you for being a fast learner. The view of his cum smothering your face is so thrilling but how can he not cum inside your mouth when you had been sucking him off while he was playing with the intensity of the vibrator, that is, how long you would last? would you last longer than him? You would occasionally pull away from sucking him off since the heat pooling in between in legs needed to be aided immediately. You wanted to touch yourself but that would be his win even though that might make him cum sooner than expected. But when you notice him grabbing the sheets, keeping the controller away you could taste the victory in your mouth. You wanted to win sure, but you wanted to feel him envious about it. Taking his aroused cock pushing it further, the tip hitting the back of your throat you felt it hard to breathe. Loads of thick, murky fluid oozed out of his cock down to your throat. Finally, you look up to him, with doe eyes as he says "you just keep getting better and better"

Angel devil never thought he would be able to have this, have a taste of heaven as you would agree to let him fuck you raw. With his hands under your inner thighs, having your arms curled around his nape he can barely fuck you properly. But that has been helpful because he has craved to be cockwarmed by you. His wings occasionally flap while he moves to and fro slowly feeling your cream smothering his cock. “You’ll pull out right?”, you ask him as he quickens his pace. At first, he tries to shut you up with a kiss but when you push him away he coyly drawls, “do you want that?” You wince as you feel a harsh stroke, his balls slap your cunt. You nod at him bucking your hips in the intention of not letting a drop spill outside. The moment he cums, his ivory wings spread open, his head was thrown back and his eyes are squeezed shut. It was almost reflexive. He was confused when he noticed his wings wide open in the air. Now, who wouldn't like to see that lovely sight once more?

Kishibe in his early forties finds it hard to keep his lust at bay and it seems to dissolve every time he sees you in that cute pink outfit he bought for you. He just wants to have you sprawled out underneath him plugging his cum into your tummy. But he can't do that, at least for now. When he will have you convinced to take pills and then he will waste no time ramming his cock into your sweet pussy. For now, he can go for other options like having you in between his legs, rubbing your cherry-tainted cheeks occasionally while you suck him off. He never warns before cumming but you seem to find a pattern of his orgasm. After all, it has been a while since he had you under his wing. When he lays back, thighs spreading more, hips bucking up as he shudders nearing his high, you quickly pull away letting his cum spread all over your throat and boobs. He thinks, maybe, he likes this view. Maybe, he can now fuck you raw in all positions so that you don't whine for another pink dress.

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    SUBMISSIVE MEN APOCALYPSE, I'm talking about men who will absolutely crack open and melt the second that they make eye contact with you.

It could be in the middle of him talking and telling you about his day, and in the split second that you glanced up from your phone to pay attention to him, he started stuttering over his words and had to start over from the beginning of his story because of how flustered you made him.

I’m talking about men who whine and cling to you for reassurance, even over the simplest things.

You'd be in a totally different room from your shared apartment, and he’d come barreling in, snuggling into your personal space, none verbally begging for your attention. He might even pout from the other side of the room until you finally give in and acknowledge him.

I’m talking about men who promise their boss that they will finally come in to work on time, only to get distracted by just how naturally pretty you look lounging on the bed, minding your business as you feel the right side of the bed creak under his weight.

“Just one kiss, please,” he’ll mutter. You couldn’t hide the dangerous grin that spread across your lips as he crawled on top of you. The once innocent peck is not surprisingly turning into something more heated as the feeling of his erection pressed against your thigh shamelessly.

"I'm going to be late," he mutters against the curve of your neck and shoulder before pressing kisses into the flesh, shivering against his mouth as he sucks hickies into their respective places.

Submissive men who practically tremble against you, with his chest pressed into your back and his hand placed under the hook of your rear to shove his hips at just the perfect feral position for his dick to be buried snuggly into your cunt, that same position that has him whimpering and groaning your name like a plead.

heavy on — angel devil, eren yeager, hiromi higuruma, satoru gojo, nanami kento, kenma kozume & armin arlert

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[meownotgood]

kinktober 2023 ♡

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

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

WEEK ONE — masturbation / aki hayakawa

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

WEEK TWO — lovemaking / satoru gojo

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

WEEK THREE — smoking / aki hayakawa

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

WEEK FOUR — double penetration / aki hayakawa & angel devil

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

[angelltheninth]

Secret relationship with Denji, Aki, Power, Makima and Angel Devil?

Those can be either cute or spicy depending on the person here. Or just fail fully lmao.

Pairing: Denji, Aki Hayakawa, Power, Makima, Ange Devil x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, secret relationship, co-workers, kissing, making out, sneaking around, marks, hickies, flirting at work, car make outs, domestic bliss, sharing clothes

A/N: When is CSM coming back? I just might read the manga at this rate cause I miss them sm!

DENJI

The secret doesn't last very long because Denji just can't not talk about what an amazing and hot girlfriend he has. Finally. He was very bad at hiding it in the first place, always perking up when you'd call his name or praise him, reaching for your hand, barely catching himself from kissing you. And when he did want to kiss you he'd do it in a very flirty type of way. In his mind he's always flirty so it's not that odd, but other could tell that it was different with you.

AKI HAWYAKAWA

You and Aki live together so naturally you arrive at work together too. Nothing weird there. What everyone else doesn't know is how you got going early so you could sneak in a little make out session in his car. It makes his hair a little messy but he wave that away with a poor night of sleep, wouldn't be the first time. But in general he is quite good at sneaking the two of you around when you need some time alone, he knows all the good spots in the building.

POWER

No way is Power hiding you. Why would she? You're perfect, amazing, worthy of her, and she can't say that about anyone else. But if you wanna act all professional fine, it's hot when you do. Only... it's a little difficult to hide, and even harder to explain all those bite marks on your neck, or how your clothes is sometimes a mix and match of each others as you clearly got dressed in a hurry as Aki came knocking on your door to get up already.

MAKIMA

A secret is best hidden in plain sight as far as Makima is concerned. She's not worried anyways, not like anyone can do anything about it. She loves you and love her right? So why not flaunt it a little. A lot. She wraps her arm around your shoulder as you walk, makes your heart flutter with her clever words in front your co-workers, teases you without mercy until you grab her by the tie to give her a piece of your mind as you said to everyone else. To her that's code for you wanting to be pushed against the nearest flat surface.

ANGEL DEVIL

Angel Devil doesn't really see the point in having a secret relationship. It's too much of a hassle in his opinion. He wants to kiss you when he feels like it, not just in the comfort of your home, although that is nice too. Kissing you as you make breakfast is all good, so why not kissing you when you're out for lunch with everyone else. He gladly takes bites of your food, deliberately licking his fingers. He knows how to get to you, even in front of others and he won't hesitate to use those tactics.

[oleicim]

YOSHIDA AND ANGEL (seperatly) WITH AN S/O WHO IS A PIECE OF SHIT (lovingly) —bites them, punches them (lightly), or like pulls there hair LOVINGLY 🫶

poking around !!

pairs: angel devil x gn!reader + yoshida x gn!reader

warnings: none i think??

a/n: i literally forgot my login into this account... but luckily i found my info months later!

not fully proofread!

yoshida could be a patient man, to an extent. and he certainly has to extend that limit when you poke and prod him around.

he grimaces and smiles annoyingly at you at first, the tug of his black locks stuck in between your fingers make him grunt and shoot you a look. he gets fed up with the tugging so you opt for a more tender touch, curling the thick onyx strands around your finger. he doesn't get genuinely frustrated from your nagging. he actually oddly finds it endearing, knowing that's how you cope with your cute aggression for him.

then theres the part where he gets payback, saying words with an underlying intention that he plays off with a, ‘i have no clue on what you mean, y/n… :)’ and poking at you with ghosting touches and lidded eyes.

oh but when you start to bite? he doesn't mind it as much as he originally thought he would.

especially when you sink your teeth on his skin directly, he grins as if a snake personified, all sly and his cheeks flush a soft pink. he always winces at first, pain surging from the sudden pressure, although it grows to fluster as he looks at the imprint of your teeth on him. he doesn’t mind the markings from you.

overall yoshida puts up with your antics, and even will indulge in getting silly revenge by teasing you. he’s patient, although if you pushed more buttons he will start being petty and not reply to any of your actions.

angel is utterly confused as to why you want to punch him in a non-fighting way. he doesn’t understand it, why do you want to harm him? don’t you love him?

then he learns the concept of you being a little shit is to portray your affection for him, and then he huffs out a ‘weird.’ at the realization and gets used to the prodding.

he’ll have a poker face at the action of his cheek being pushed up from your finger, sighing as he accepts his fate. but he’ll smile when you start getting upset at his lack of response whenever you bump him, earning another push from you.

tugging his hair makes his eyes widen slightly and grab his own hair to tug it back to him, before failing as you keep messing with him even after his counter. he then falls limp and accepts it also, allowing you to play with the thin strands.

something he oddly learns to like is the pinching you do. when you pinch his cheek or his shoulder, or even his thigh or the side of his waist, he gains warm pigment on his cheeks in that pale skin of his. he doesn't understand as to why, but the abrupt feeling of being touched makes goosebumps flood down his arms.

angel is quite honestly accustomed to it, and wont refute. he just takes it, and that can piss you off at times to his indifference. and thats when you finally get a reaction, a little smile and a huff of a chuckle.

[escapenightmare]

bnha and csm when you're feeling cold.

izuku sees you rubbing your hands up and down your arms in an attempt to warm yourself up and before he could think twice, he's already taking off his soft green coat and putting it around your shoulders, "are you warmer now?" he asks in a concerned tone, big sparkling eyes staring into yours.

bakugou glances at you from the corner of his eye when he sees your frosty breath appear in a cloud in front of him. he tuts at how cold and miserable you look and begrudgingly takes off his scarf, slowly and gently putting it around your neck. "dumbass, should've taken a scarf with you," is all he says before walking away, leaving you to catch up.

denji is staring at you in the normal way he does when he sees you shiver from the cold, barely five seconds pass and his arms are thrown around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder as he back hugs you. "what're you doing?" you ask. "warming you up, babe!" his smile is contagious.

aki shakes his head when he sees you, immediately shrugging off his jacket and gesturing you to raise your arms so he can put it on you. "i told you take a jacket with you, do you want to get sick?" he grumbles while folding back the cuffs. you shrug. he gives you a disapproving look before kissing your forehead.

angel devil stares at you humorlessly, "this is your fault. if you were going to get cold, you should've bought a jacket with you." you entertain him by staring back until he sighs. "but i'm a nice boyfriend so," he shrugs off his jacket and dumps it on your head with a small smile, "here you go."

denki looks at you bundled up in his black and white jacket and can't help but grin. "here!" he says, jumping onto the couch with a heavy looking blanket. he pulls you closer and swings a leg over your waist before covering both of you in the blanket. "nice and toasty right?"

kirishima pouts, "i told you to grab a coat or jacket babe," but nevertheless doesn't hesitate to take off his red sweater and gloves and give them to you. he smiles when you put it on and puts an arm around your shoulders, "make sure to take one next time, alright?"

[privitivium]

angel devil w/ devil crush rambles/hcs, nsfw

only physical devil attribute mentioned is a forked tongue (not used for scenting ), no particular devil, no mentions of makima.

cw;; noncon touching, lingerie, overstimulation, subbot angel :p

he didn't appreciate how outward and expressive you were. being part of the same division and all, of course you had to make conversation like a good guy, right??? but you werent the good guys. why are you treating everything like its so unexplainably awesome? to put it simply, he didn't like you. that much. however, there was still a small amount of like, trust. he's just ,,, shy in an awkward, apathetic way,,, he does commend you for not being so ignorant most of the time. more insolent, rather.. he thought your time spent on earth would be used well to be a more refined being, but clearly not...

"don't touch me." he would hiss, having grown used to not interacting with other devilsㅡespecially not used to one touching him.. you both took on a relatively human form, so it gets a little startling everytime you touch him.. you seemed to take it a little seriously, however;; seeing as his powers had no effect on you... your touch began lingering a bit longer than usual. you were a bit of a nuisance as he saw it. constantly poking at him, taunting and teasing... a bit annoying is all. "but i'm lonely." you'd complain, huffing. pulling away just to moodily cross your arms over your chest - he would roll his eyes, trying to ignore you as he tries to let himself relax.. not doing anything in particular, merely standing in existence..

and, to put it simply, you liked him. loved? or.. had a crush on him as someone, a kind human, had explained to you the feelings that you felt while meandering around him... you were one to explore your body, as it were natural. finding whatever captured your fancy - or rather, which thoughts made you flustered enough that blood started rushing toward your groin. incredible! first boner, as a human, in a human body, ( eons ago? )... it began to ache after awhile of merely staring at it after it risen,, body uncomfortably warm.. and then; exploring your body until you were trembling and seeing stars... you wanted to share this with angel, wanting him to feel the wondrous pleasure that you felt as it was notorious for couples. but could there be more?? you ask around, none of the other devils comprehending what you were trying to get at, until you asked a few humans at the library who directed you to books on human anatomy and pleasure... amazing! admiring him for the time being..

ㅡ"who is she?" angel points with his eyes, shamelessly toward the young human woman behind the counter of the small store, who seemed a bit too giddy for his liking. his grip on your hand tightens, just a smidge.. you smile widely and flick your forked tongue outward, cheekily - "she's a fan! can you believe it? she likes me..." you would say, hand squeezing angel's right back and beginning to swing your conjoined hands back and forth, a woman who was interested in you.. "she's my friend, lets me come around after everyones gone!" a human friend? are you kidding? keeping his distance by your side, staying away from the smiling woman,,, a disgusting feeling in his gut, feeling a bile in his throat and wondering why you were so interested in human culture such as this, as he lets himself admire the clothes hanging up on the wall in the dim lighting, hand still entwined with yours.

ㅡ"don't worry, we don't need supervision, angel.." you hummed gleefully, dragging him by the hand down the relatively empty street;; no one to gawk at you, that is for certain. having a particular interest in humans fashion, you decided to share this with angel.. whether he liked it or not. as he begrudgingly followed you, unable to pull his hand from yours,,, "where are we going?" he would question, a bit apathetic yet ever so curious as he stealthily admires the downtown area.. really, no one is around.. even at the time of three in the morning? it's a little unbelieveable, knowing how wreckless humans can get during these hours.. but he isn't one to immensely question everything..

"woah, look at this..!" you flaunt a piece of fabric that practically looked like white string on a hanger, excited as you look over at angel. excited to share your interest, is all. totally not to see him in .. whatever it is you're holding.. "don't you wanna try it on? it's so you!!" and then, promptly showing off your body after you dragged him into the dressing room, happily;; the woman busy at the front desk, going over her employee's schedules, definitely not going to bother you..

ㅡbody naked, stripped down to your flesh and dick promptly dangling inbetween your legs as you stood in front of angel, partially facing the mirror while you try and work out the damn mess of fabric. angel, shamelessly letting his eyes rake over your figure. the thought of we shouldn't be here echoing throughout his mind as something warm settles underneath his belly, his cheeks.. set aflame. you began posing in front of the mirror, a bit silly.. in a black, sheer mess of lingerie, before you were helping angel undress to get into something you picked out - all for fun, you tell him, lingering touch along his shoulders and arms.. hrmm.. something like that.

ㅡexploring angel's body in the comfort of your room of your tiny apartment provided by the higher ups. he was a little weirded out by your affinity of magazines with naked humans and tapes stacked by the TV and.. toys strewn about - catching his gaze, and immediately explaining to him what they were for,,, "pleasure," you simplified, giddily as angel takes the time to admire what each little gadget does... only having a few tapes and magazines only for practice, not for material for masturbating as one would think.. often using the image of angel sitting proudly on your girth, taking it with ease,,

a little nonchalant as you explain to his sobbing, writhing form, abdomen coated in his cum and the tip of his cock darkened red in comparison due to the apparent overstimulation you accidentally put him through after jerking him til he came twice in a row.. a little uncaring and utterly happy as you smile over him; fingers dipping inward just underneath his sack,, trying to follow what you saw on those tapes between those two guys... "yeah, you gotta make sure you're all nice and stretched so it's easier for me to slip in... it might be a second." since he was..,, tight. having a bit of a hard time of piercing him with your well-lubed up finger after merely circling his rim, giving him time to react before you began scissoring him - he cries outㅡfidgeting, trying to relaxㅡa high-pitched noise that was melodious. fingers pumping in and out, dutifully. quick, fast, eager to be inside him and feel the way his walls feel around your girth rather than your digits.,, he commends you for your interests, as you graze against his prostate with your digits.,,

ㅡ"aren't these bodies great, angel?" you'd marvel, grinning as you feel yourself pulse inside him; breathless and marveling at his bare frame, so tiny in comparison to yours.. trying to make out what he was saying through his choked up voice and tears that you lean over and kiss away - his lips following yours before he grabs your face with his dainty hands, cupping your cheeks gently while shoving his tongue in your mouth messily, obviously having no idea what he was doing and simply doing what he felt was right... so pretty, you'd marvel, weirdly keeping your eyes open as you makeout, keeping him stuffed with your cock while you tangle your fingers in his light, dusty red hair.. he seemed to like it; the way he began tensing around you and trying to grind downward with a soft whimper,,

ㅡthe next time when you're out and about, he isn't too hesitant to hold your hand. it feels good, he realizes this like a magical epiphanyㅡin human bodies, so it's technically the same as touching... othersㅡand is sure to take advantage of it by constantly touching on you somehow! "isn't it.. great?"

[obitohno]

let's talk kinks

aki, angel, denji, power, makima

themes ⤸

fem! reader, 18+, edging, orgasm denial, oral sex, foot fetish, foot jobs, pussy grinding, piss kink, golden shower, sex toys, chastity belt, lingerie, vibrators, paddles, pussy spanking, degradation

word count ⤸

1.7k (unedited)

a/n ⤸

the way that i’ve been desperate to write about csm kinks has been rotting my brain, but the wait is finally over! also, this is my first time writing wlw, so i really hope that it’s not completely terrible to read ;-; i had a lot of fun writing these, so pls enjoy!

reblogs are appreciated ~

you think that it’s entirely unfair, how easily aki is able to snatch the breath from your lungs each time that his lips ghost over the surface of your skin, unable to voice it so when he kisses you just like that. 

he’s no stranger to the way that the muscles of your inner thighs clench, stretching wide enough to accommodate the width of his shoulders, broad enough to have you aching as he tongues at your clit, his gentle hum of approval vibrating over your sensitive nub. it throbs beneath the flat of his tongue, glistening with the shine of his saliva that only serves to aid the drooling mess that escapes the fluttering entrance of your hole, forced open around the tight stretch of his fingers. 

his teeth graze over your clit, the wet muscle of his tongue delving between your folds to taste where your scent is the strongest. he groans, and along with him, you mewl with the promise of your fast-approaching climax. 

only, it doesn’t come. 

as soon as your fingers are clenching tight around the ink-like strands of his hair, his mouth is all but torn away, and you’re left choking, a pitched cry of frustration gasped from between your kiss-swollen lips. 

‘c’mon!’ 

he actually dares to huff a laugh, the heat of his breath fanned across the sensitive crook of your hip. furiously, your clit pounds, the tune matching that of the rapid beat of your pulse, and you sob with the loss of your well-deserved orgasm. repeatedly, his tongue—aided with the to-and-fro of his fingers buried within the cavern of your cunt—brings you to the summit, only to force you to abandon each time. you’re sobbing, slit desperately ground against the mould of his mouth, but you fail the realise that the pitched keen that escapes you—accompanied by the shimmering of your sclera—only serve to inflate the swell of his ego as he brings you to the edge of yet another orgasm, only, to let you fall, again. 

‘a-aki! please!’ 

he’s grinning, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he thumbs at your swollen clit.

‘since you asked so nicely.’ 

ଓ

it’s movie night, and you are a tad baffled when denji encourages the press of your heel between his legs. 

the night had started as usual, with your legs stretched across the length of the settee, feet pillowed by his lap, his fingers deftly working through a knot that has been niggling at the arch of your foot all day. you’d thought nothing of the breathy moan that had escaped you when the pad of his thumb worked to release the tension, but clearly, he had. only, you don’t realise it until  you’re stretching your toes and your ankle brushes against the evident bulge that has swelled between his thighs. at first, you make to pull away, an apology already spilling from out of your mouth, but his fingers catch, curling around the circumference of your ankle. 

‘again,’ he begs, nostrils flaring as he exhales a nervous, jittery sigh. there’s a dusting of pink forming on the bridge of his nose, and the sight alone has you agreeing readily, the press of your foot nudging at his groin once more. 

his brows pull together, and just a couple of strokes have him moaning throatily, hips rolling to meet each press of your foot. watching him has your thighs clenching, the spark of your own arousal dampening the lining of your underwear, and you can’t help but moan along with him when he tears at the fabric of his sweats, the rigid heat of his cock now gliding against the flat of your foot without a barrier to halt him. the rounded shape of the tip of him is swollen an angry shade of red that matches the blush that dominates his cheeks, and you’re awed by the way that his expression morphs into one of unabashed bliss. his slit is weeping a mess all over your toes, and it has the blunt edges of your teeth biting into the plush of your bottom lip, and it is mere curiosity that has your heel grinding into the squishy pillowing of his balls, prized by the way that he wails. 

‘more, more, fuck, please, don’t stop—!’

ଓ

it is with power straddled above you, the damp warmth of her pussy slipping and sliding over your own, when you announce that you need to use the bathroom. 

only, when you attempt to sit upright, expecting her to allow you to empty your bladder within the comforts of the bathroom, the palms of her hands are pawing at the curve of your breasts, fingers roughly pinching at your nipples before scratching over your ribs to find purchase there. fiercely, the schlick, schlick, schlick of her sopping cunt melds to yours, circling, grinding, stroking you closer and closer to where she wants—needs—you, and your gut coils with the phantom whispers of the orgasm that teases at your pulsing hole. each brush of her public hair tickles at your clit, the texture sodden with the diamanté of your arousal intermingling with hers, and each wet thud of her hips dropping to yours has a breath punched from out of your mouth. 

the velvet-like glide of her folds make your head spin, and beneath her, you squirm, the release of your bladder now dangerous close. 

‘ah—w-wait,’ you manage to gasp into the the silk of her hair, her teething nipping at your throat. ‘i really need to—’

‘so, go,’ she’s grinning, all wicked teeth and the bite of her nails scratching at your ribs once more. despite the fire that scorches the apples of your cheeks, no further encouragement is needed, and just as her fingers are prodding at the tight muscles of your hole, your bladder releases in time with the pitch of your orgasm, cresting high as the spray of golden liquid wets power’s groin, along with your shaking thighs. you don’t know whether to feel relieved or embarrassed, wide eyed as you acknowledge the dampened bedsheets with a coy mewl, and perched above you, power squeals, the slight curves of her breasts rising and falling with each rapid breath that is greedily sucked into the ‘o’ that shapes her lips, jaw slack as she watches you recover enough to brush the tremble of your thumb between the stretch of her thighs. 

‘your turn, hm?’

ଓ

angel has always been pretty, you think, but you are unprepared for just how beautiful he looks bound in nothing but the frilled lace that hides the contraption that cages his weeping prick. 

it had been he who had presented the idea, already bearing the pink-plated chastity belt as he drops the key into the palm of your hand. he’s entrusted you, you recognise, and the realisation has your heart swelling with pride. you don’t question where he bought such a device, yet, when he presses a silver-coated bullet vibrator into your other hand, you feel the hitching of your own breath, watching as he teases at the hem of the frilly white material that hugs at his waist. they’re quickly tugged down the expanse of his cream-coloured thighs, and upon the sight of the translucent string of sap that clings to the flimsy fabric, your mouth is watering. he kneels before you, squirming under the heat of your gaze, and when your stare drops from the sweet pinking of his cheeks to the belt that hides his cock from view, his lungs expand and deflate just a little faster. 

your tongue is probing into the valley of his mouth when there’s a click! and a buzz, which is then followed by a low, drawn out moan that is muffled to your shoulder. the warmth of his thighs are already damp with perspiration, and nerves have your fingers trembling, by no fault of the vibrating toy that has his balls swelling within the confides of the chastity belt. it’s not long before he’s drooling, teeth scraping over the curve of your shoulder, greedily humping at the press of the palm of your hand as he seeks moremoremore of the toe-curling bliss bestowed upon him. 

despite the fact that the cage prevents the full expansion of his girth, you’re still able to watch as his slit leaks a pretty mess down the bumps of your knuckles, and when the bullet strokes a path over the sensitive skin of his perineum, his jaw drops and he shrieks.  

‘m-more—pleasepleaseplease—!’

ଓ

you probably shouldn’t have trusted that when makima had promised to take it easy on you, that she’d be telling the truth. 

the smirk that had flashed across her face should have been telling, and yet, it isn’t until she has you stripped bare, bent over her equally naked thigh, that it finally dawns on you that this isn’t going to be a typical punishment. you’d been especially bratty this evening, she’d reminded you on the way home from a meal shared at your favourite restaurant, and this, apparently, is her way of ensuring that you thank her properly. still, when the leather padding is roughly tapped against the naked curve of your pussy, you’re unable to muffle the strained moan that is torn from your throat. 

subconsciously, your hips roll, desperation pushing the edge of the paddle between your folds, which spread to reveal the slick-soaked hole that dances with anticipation. but, instead of the fingers that you’ve become familiar with widening the muscles of your inner walls, the paddle retreats and then, in one swift motion, it connects with a sharp squelch, and the squeak you expel quickly morphs into a moan. the sting ricochets, and the way that your pussy throbs is laced with both pain and arousal. 

again, and again, the paddle beats at your sopping cunt until your lustrous secretion is oozing a tacky stain on the thighs that pillow the weight of you humping uselessly into the air. no matter how much you beg, she refuses to stuff your clenching hole, the pads of her fingers teasing over your rim instead, only, she doesn’t touch you there, either, not really. instead, the paddle, now sodden with your arousal, is harshly slapped over your pulsing clit, and when you scream, she scoffs. 

‘how pitiful,’ she tuts, grinding the flat of the leather, up-down, up-down, up-down, until you’re just about to come undone. 

you’re gasping, feet kicking out as you beg, ‘please, please—!’ 

but instead of hearing your cries, she simply  laughs. 

‘how pathetic, indeed.’ 

© obitohno. all rights reserved. do not repost my works.

[blueflameart]

Chainsaw Man incorrect quotes cause that’s what I’m known for

Aki, trying to ask y/n out: Would you like to stay for dinner?

Denji and power: WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER?

Maki: While I’m gone,denji, you’re in charge.

Denji: Yes!!!

Makima, whispering: Aki, you’re secretly in charge.

Aki: Obviously.

*Angel helping Aki out after he got injured, while the others are watching*

Denji: How does aki look?

Power: A little better than you, actually.

Y/n: Yo is denji sleeping or dead?

Aki: Hopefully dead, I hated their guts.

Power: Yeah, so did I.

Denji: Okay first of all, fuck you

Kobeni, struggling to keep upright in their 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me

Power, pointing at them and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.

Power: I am not out of control! I'm a law abiding citizen!

Denji: Really? Name one law

Power: Don't kill people?

Denji: That's on me. I set the bar too low.

Makima: I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying.

Denji: oh.

Y/n: .. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.-- [translation: I’M SORRY]

Aki: What's that?

Y/n: Remorse code.

Aki: im even angrier now

[brayneworms]

closest to heaven that i'll ever be.

featuring. angel devil x gn!reader.

synopsis: angel's first time with you.

word count. 2.1k

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

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

"This is stupid."

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

"What is?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Humans are weird," Angel says flatly.

"Even me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Gloves," Angel deadpans.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes. I—yes. More, there, more—"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[hinakazino]

Meeting their future kid! || Angel, Aki

Summary: Meeting their future child they had with you!! Or, in which your child with them somehow lands in the past for awhile.

Context: This is before an established relationship, the kids a teen here. Oh and (C/N) stands for your Childs name.

Warnings: SPOILERS (mainly on Aki’s part), none, just fluff.

— angel devil

Honestly, he’s shocked. Literally thinking what? That’s impossible. Touching him shortens one’s lifespan! He didn’t have a lover either, humans and even devils didn’t interest him- So how is it possible that he has a child?

But he couldn’t deny it either, the girl standing in front of him looked like him. She carried the same features, like the red hair and had wings just like him. There wasn’t a halo though, and he could instantly tell she was a hybrid.

“Dad!”, his daughters voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He hadn’t even realized that he’d completely zoned out. Angel had no idea what to say, but listened as his daughter spoke. “Dad, I know this is quite shocking, but I’m really your kid, my names (C/N),” she said.

It seems that from this Angel regained his composure, he didn’t like beating around the bush anyway. So he asked straightforward, “who is your mother?” “Y/n,” and it clicks. He’d seen you around, and you were his recently assigned partner.

“Um.. you can ask any question you want dad, don’t worry I’ll answer!” your daughter says as she grabs his bare hand to take him to sit. Angels terrified and instantly slaps his daughters hand away. “Woah woah- sorry, I forgot to say, dad I’m immune to your curse!” she says.

His face shows skepticism, but he sits down next to her and he finds himself apologizing. “Sorry..What’s it like in the future?” he asks. “No worries! Oh well, you and mom are basically retired devil hunters. You still go on the job but you get 4 days off now."

He watches as his daughter talks with enthusiasm, and finds himself softly smiling when she says, “happy to hear right dad? Mom says you didn’t like fighting or working much.” Angel feels that he quite enjoys the thought of a future with you and his daughter, it was just truly too good.

Angel then wonders on, "what is it that you do?" he asks. He watches as his daughter responds, "I'm a devil hunter too- but you don't have to worry because I'm pretty strong!!" "Really?" he says. "Yeah! You know you still always have that look on your face father, I'm not a baby anymore," your daughter states proudly.

Angel chuckles at this, as he realizes that his future won't be a lonely one. He won’t be alone anymore, he has his own family. It was in that moment that another thought had occurred to him, my touch drains others lifespan so how strange is it that we were able to have offspring?

Before he could ask though, your daughters time was up. "Sorry dad, I gotta go, this mechanism that got me here doesn't last long," she says. "Ah, no it's okay, stay safe," angel says. "One last thing though! Mom said to give you this, she said it may solve a question you have."

He watches as his daughter hands him a note, and stiffens when she hugs him. Angel finds himself slowly recuperating the hug, hands softly placing themselves on his daughters back, it felt foreign to him. When his daughter had left, he had opened the note.

'From Y/N.

Angel I know you're probably wondering this, so what we did was ...'

Angel blushed, rather his whole face became flushed as he finished reading the note. He could tell that you knew him fairly well since this answered his question exactly, and when he saw you later that day he couldn't stop the thoughts constantly popping up in his head.

— aki

Aki was more so surprised he lived long enough to actually have his own family, but the point that it happened was pleasant to him. He’d lost every person that was there for him in his childhood. Aki felt a sense of warmth knowing that he’d become someone who was now there for others.

Truthfully the idea that a devil hunter lasted in public safety more than 7 years was considered celebratory and it was no secret why. Having a family on top of that? That’s quite the achievement.

But there’s a lot of questions he has, who is his lover? The mother of his child, what’s life like? Has a lot changed? What about Denji and Power, how are they doing? His curiosity shows itself on his face and his son starts off.

“Soooooo, dad like I said I’m your kid and it’s a lot to take in, but I know you have a lot of questions so ask away,” his son says. The kid looks like Aki for sure, he stares at his child’s face and offers a smile. Aki signals for his son to sit down next to them and a father-son talk ensues. “What’s your name kid?” he asks.

“I’m (C/N), and I’m pretty old now,” his son responds. Aki can feel a sense of annoyance, but not with any dislike. “I call you kid a lot huh?” “So you do realizes that you overuse the word,” his son says matter-of-factly. Aki chuckles and continues on, “Yeah uh, who is my lover?”

“Y/n,” and it makes sense, Aki’s noticed your recent starting at him. It wasn’t unwelcome, he could tell you were looking at him with admiration he just didn’t know it was much more. You were his recently assigned partner, one he was tasked to train.

“Mmh, what’s life like?” he asks, trying to sound casual. Aki’s face heated up as it started to settle in that you were a big part of his future. “You and mom are retired married devil hunters, both of you do get called on missions sometimes but it’s really just living and doing normal stuff now,” your son responds.

Aki felt relieved that he let go of his revenge. “How are power and denji?” he asks. “Uncle and Auntie are doing fine, they’re both still in the devil hunting business, you can bet they’re annoying the heck outta me,” your son says sighing. Aki can only smile hearing this.

Everything felt so perfect, he still couldn’t grasp that this was what his future was like. “You decided to be a devil hunter,” Aki comments softly, he genuinely felt slight concern hearing this since he himself has seen many of his coworkers lose their lives.

He watches as, (C/N), his sons face shifts to one of pride. “You don’t have to worry about me father, I know what I’m doing, I got taught by the best of the best after all,” he says. Aki feels proud to hear this, he’s glad knowing that this wasn’t something he pushed on his son. This actually made his curiosity spike again, what about the gun devil, makima, or the agency at his sons time?

“I- I just want to confirm some more, I didn’t force you into devil hunting right? I know I do dislike gun devil and all, what about miss makima-” Aki stops talking as his son cuts him off. “Dad this is my decision, for real, and I don’t know what you’re talking about? The gun devils captured during your time and it’s last appearance was to take down the control devil, Makima,” your son says while shrugging.

Aki couldn't help feeling confused, he had been given no time to ponder over this revelation though, as his son announced his retreat. "Sorry, I've got to go back to my time now father," his son says. Aki feels saddened by this but before he lets his kid go, he makes sure to give him a good hug.

"I'm proud of you, and tell your mom I'm on my way to see her," he says ruffling up his sons hair. He stand there watching as his son laughs and heads on his way with a soft wave.

© 2023 by Hinakazino, do not translate/edit/claim or use my work in any form.

[meownotgood]

♡ threesome / hayakawa aki & angel ♡

♡ kinktober 2022 ♡

pairing: hayakawa aki & angel x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

content: soft dom aki, soft dom angel, voyerism, dirty talk, praise, pet names (sweetheart, baby, etc.), reader uses female pronouns, if angel can’t fuck you himself then watching aki fuck you is the next best thing

this work contains explicit content intended for 18+ individuals. please read the tags and do not interact if you are a minor.

Angel's predicament has always been this: he wants to touch you, he wants to feel you, he wants to be closer to you. But he can't, for obvious reasons. 

It tends to keep him up at night. Angel curls up under his bed sheets, pure white wings fanned out, pumping his cock while he thinks about you. After many restless evenings, he came to the conclusion that he would do anything for one chance with you, regardless of the circumstances. 

So, if Angel can't fuck you himself, watching Aki fuck you is the next best thing. Fortunately for Angel, Aki really likes having an audience. 

Angel sighs, leaning back further in his chair, admiring the view. His pants are pooled at his ankles, his face is flushed pink, and his hand is wrapped around his cock, stroking up the length slowly with an open grip. He spreads his legs a bit more and then quietly chokes out, "Aki… How does it feel?" 

Aki has you caged in under him, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He swallows before he speaks, his voice shaky, to the point where he sounds like he's high, "Really f-fucking good," He stutters, "She's soooo good." 

Aki has you positioned perfectly so that Angel can see everything, including the way Aki's thick cock presses inside you. The shaft is slick and glistening when he pulls out, echoing a wet sound when he shoves it back in deep, his cockhead nudging at your cervix. 

"Tell me more," Angel twists his hand and squeezes, breathing harshly at the sensation. 

Aki obliges, "It's really warm, really fucking tight," He breaks into a whine when he shoves back in again, his words starting to slur, the pleasure downright overwhelming, "Squeezing my dick so much… Every time I pull out, feels like it's sucking me back in." 

Angel moans loudly at that. 

Aki is still in his work clothes, his hair loose. His suit jacket is falling down his shoulders, but still manages to cling to his arms. His tie is loosened, his slacks are pulled down to his thighs, his shirt is unbuttoned at the top. Same with Angel; the devil's pants are pulled down, but his dress shirt and jacket are still on neatly. It's a stark contrast to you, stripped completely naked, your body exposed to both men. 

The way they're watching you is so intense — It makes you feel dizzy, like you're not sure who you should focus on. Aki, who's tall frame is positioned over you, his hair long and messy, his cheeks flushed red. Or Angel, who's observing your every move intently, taking in every detail of the scene, his wings gently fluttering. 

"Shit," Aki groans, and he dips his head over your shoulder. You wrap your arms around him, fingers tangled in his soft hair as he whispers in your ear, just quiet enough for only you to hear, "You're so damn wet, baby. You getting off to this? You like when someone else watches me fuck you?" 

All you can manage in response is a nod as Aki's teeth connect with your neck, nipping little hurried love bites into the skin there. You tilt your head to give Aki better access, and when you do, you catch eyes with Angel for the first time in a while. 

Angel's lips are parted, and strands of his cherry red hair stick to his forehead from sweat. He's jerking himself off steadily, his gaze flickering between you and Aki. His cock is pale and pretty, the sensitive tip leaking with precum, coating his palm each time he pumps it. He looks so disheveled, so needy. A total mess, just from watching you get fucked. The look in your eyes when you turn to him — pupils blown, desperate — is enough to make Angel's dick throb hard in his hand. 

Aki places delicate kisses up your jaw, over the shell of your ear, and his breath is hot on your skin when he mutters, "You're doing so well. Can you get a bit louder? Let Angel hear you, sweetheart." 

Aki's voice is soft and sweet, his lips are tender, but the way he fucks into you is relentless. He shoves himself in with deep, hard thrusts, focused on giving Angel the best show possible, on showing him just how well you can take his cock. Aki caresses your thighs with his palms, lightly squeezing, and he presses his lips to your cheeks, then your forehead — Faint kisses that contrast perfectly with his brutal pace, sending tingles up your spine. 

You manage to stutter, "Feels amazing, Aki, d-don't stop-" 

"Oh my God…" Angel tosses his head back as he jerks himself with more fervor, feeling himself getting closer, his dick getting harder when he hears your sweet voice. 

"Angel," Aki says, and it quickly draws the devil's attention back. Angel opens one of his eyes, and Aki continues, "Tell her what you wanna do to her."

"I wanna, fuck," It's difficult for Angel to get the words out. He's so close already, his wings twitching, his dick aching in his palm. He has to slow the pace of his hand to keep himself from cumming, taking in a deep breath to calm himself down further. "I wanna touch her. Really bad." 

Aki replies, "Yeah? Where? Here?" His large hands move to cup your breasts, pinching and twisting at the nipple. 

"Yeah, y-yeah, shit, Aki. You're fucking her so good." Now that he's got himself started, Angel can hardly hold back from babbling everything that comes to his mind. Watching the way Aki fucks into you, his hands gripping your thighs to spread you open, his cock stretching you out, his balls hitting your ass; it's so filthy, but so fucking addicting. 

It's addicting for Angel to close his eyes and focus on the sounds: your whines and Aki's quiet groans, the echo of skin slapping against skin, and the disgustingly wet squelch each time Aki thrusts in — It's intoxicating for Angel to imagine that he's somewhere in between. Before he even realizes what he's saying, Angel admits, "Want her to suck me off." 

A little smirk falls on Aki's face. God, he knows he shouldn't get turned on by that, but something about imagining fucking you senseless while you're choking on Angel's dick, struggling to take the two of them at once, has him feeling lightheaded. 

And Angel knows he shouldn't get so worked up just by watching this, feeling himself pushed further and further to the edge by the way you chant another man's name, Aki's name. He's watching his co-worker fuck you, he's gonna have to go to work tomorrow and see you and him and know that he watched the two of you fuck each other stupid. 

Aki grabs your face by your cheeks, his tone sultry when he mumbles, "Bet you'd look so pretty baby, sucking off Angel. You want to, don't you? Admit it." 

You nod your head, babbling, "Uh-huh, wanna make you feel good, Angel-" 

Angel feels his heart skip a beat in his chest when you address him directly, his breath hitching, but you're cut off when Aki commands, "Stick out your tongue." 

Aki presses his thumb to your lips, and when you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out as you were told, he bullies his thumb into your mouth until you suck on it obediently. 

"Ohhhh God, I can't, I'm gonna cum," Angel whines, feeling on the edge of his high. Aki grabs your chin and tilts your head forcibly until you're looking at Angel. 

With your eyes on him, your lips parted and Aki's thumb shoved in your mouth, Angel can't hold back anymore. He spills all over himself, cumming in thick ropes, getting his hand filthy. He looks so pretty when he finishes, his face blissful, his eyelashes heavy and fluttering. His voice is sweet and high pitched as he mutters an incoherent mix of swears and your own name. You swear you can see his halo glow brighter, spilling yellow beams of light onto his form, reflected upon his eyes.

Aki can feel you getting close, your cunt tightening around him, so he takes his thumb out; it's still wet with your saliva when he rubs your cheek and asks, "You gonna cum, baby?" 

"Mhmm, mhmm." 

"I'm close too," Aki chokes out. He clumsily wedges his hand between your legs, his fingertips rubbing precise circles on your clit, and he adjusts his pace, fucking you to a steady rhythm, one he's sure will make you cum. "Cum for me and Angel, and let Angel see your pretty face." 

His instruction is all it takes before you're over the edge, cumming around Aki's dick, with your head tilted towards Angel. Aki feels you get wetter; he nearly slips out, but he buries his head in your shoulder, clumsily chasing his high, his hands gripping your waist to pull your body even closer to himself. 

Angel slowly opens his eyes. He's still calming down from his release, his hand stroking his dick lazily. He pleads through shallow breaths, voice weak, "Aki… wanna see you cum on her. Can you?" 

Angel just barely catches the way Aki gasps, Yeah, yeah, before he pulls out, his fist hastily jerking his cock until he's groaning in pleasure, cumming all over your stomach and your chest, getting you sticky and messy with ropes of his white cum. 

Aki takes heavy, quickened breaths, and Angel reaches up to push messy strands of hair from his forehead. Aki cups your cheek and quietly praises, "So good, so good. You did so good for us. So perfect." 

"Yeah, that was amazing," Angel nods in agreement, "I don't care what we have to do. Next time, you're gonna switch places with me, Aki." 

[serapphiim]

how good i think csm characters would be at eating someone out...

[m3gumix]

Lovesick ; Chainsaw man

Characters : Power , Angel Devil , Beam Warnings : NOT PROOFREAD. masc pronouns for reader in Power's part , gender neutral / non-binary pronouns for Angel Devil and Beam. Possibly ooc for everyone- [ uh the Beam & Power one were made specifically for @rayuki and someone else ..& I asked for them to give me scenarios with their favs while I made the Angel Devil one for myself- ] Synopsis : Them falling inlove with the reader and/or love at first sight. Basically just as the title says..Lovesick Request[s] : #1 ; Power : "Power seeing someone outside of Aki's apartment while home alone and gets bored so she says hi to them" #2 ; Beam : "Romantic scenario let’sss seeee uhhhhh he wants to hold ur hand but is a little too nervous so he tries to find ways to let you know he wants too. Or he tries to find ways to build up courage to ask you- either is fine." A/n : Hello loves! I'm finally writing again! This time for chainsaw man because the anime was hype and I'm having a csm brainrot. I'm taking Chainsaw man requests!! NO NSFW. Other than that enjoy <33

Denji and Aki left power to watch over the apartment. Why? Who knows, perhaps they couldn't trust her enough with this mission. "But then why bring Denji?" She's repeated that sentence in her head over a million times. Before they even left Aki had told her to not go anywhere and to not open the door for anyone, would she listen? Probably not. But she hasn't done anything yet...surprisingly, she's just been sitting with Meowy while rolling on the floor. "Can you believe them Meowy! How rude of them to leave me here by myself- I should've just went anyway! As a matter of fact- I will! They can't tell me what to do!" She stood up with a huff as she put on her shoes and began stomping to the door, slamming it open she kept that pout on her face til she noticed a male leaning on the railing infront of Aki's apartment. He had the uniform on, what was he doing here? Was he sent to watch over Power? "That's ridiculous! I can watch over myself!" "You! Why are you here! Who are you- Did Aki send you to come watch me! Well I can watch myself I'll have you know-" She yelled at y/n as he just turned around, a confused look on his face. He chuckled at the confusion washed over Power's face "I'm just here to get some fresh air..no need to be so angry." She slowly put her arm down and blankly stared at the male. "If you're not busy, would you like to stay with me for a bit?" Trying to break the silence , Y/n asked Power a simple question that he hoped she would respond too. She narrowed her eyes at him and thought about his offer. "Hmm...Fine. I suppose I could spend my time with you, human." She proudly smiled and she walked towards the male. The two of them continued having a conversation about random things, just to pass time, it was mainly Power talking about anything and everything but they enjoyed each other's company. These conversations went from minutes then quickly to hours long. But sadly it had to end when Y/n got called for a job. "Ah- sorry..I gotta go..I got called in. Wait- I never got your name?" Power stopped her ranting and stood proudly with her hands on her hips. "The name's Power! Be happy that I chose to waste away my time with you, Human!" Y/n only stared at her before smiling and tucking away some of her hair behind her ears, "Hello Power..the name's y/n." Power's eyes went wide as she stared back at him as he parted his hand away from her and began walking away. She felt something completely new- something she's never felt ever, it was like....this warm feeling in her cheeks. Was it getting hot in here? Why does it suddenly feel like her face is burning- Oh silly Power, you're inlove!

"It's so hot...can we go get another icecream before working again." The red headed devil slowly followed behind you while yawning. You kept your eyes ahead.. ignoring any sighing and groaning the small male let out. "As much as I'd really love too, Aki would kill us if we did." You reasoned with Angel, continuing to go to your location. "How about when we're done I'll get you some more, 'kay?" He looked up at the sky in thought, silently pondering your offer for a few minutes before finally responding. "You promise?" "I promise." The both of you continued to walk in silence before you heard Angel's groaning again. "Something's in my eye...I can't get it out.." Turning around to see what he was complaining about , you noticed his eyes seemed to be watering a bit. You sighed as you pulled out a tissue from your pocket and leaned a bit closer to his face. "There..all done. Your eyelashes are pretty long, that's probably what was in your eye." He stared at you with his usual blank face. You both stood there looking at each other in yet again, another comfortable silence. "Hey...there was this movie I saw, a man and a woman were standing like this.." He took a small step forward towards you before continuing. "They were about this far from each other,..and then they kissed." You slightly tilted your head in confusion. "What's your point?" Angel looked away and sighed , "I've never done something like that, and probably won't. Things like that never really interested me it just- never mind.." You sighed and put the tissue over your mouth, you leaned even closer to Angel as his face slightly scrunched up a bit as if he was confused. When he was about to ask what you were even doing his eyes widened when you put the tissue over his mouth and leaned down to give him a soft kiss over the thin cloth. "There, was that okay?" You stepped back as he looked down, touching his lips before letting out a long groan and crouching down on the floor as he felt his cheeks heat up a little bit. "I...I can't work anymore today.."

Living in a beach house was probably one of the best choices you've made, you get to go out to the ocean...nice views...a lovely house not near too many people, and then....Beam. A fiend that you've become friends with..I suppose? You could say atleast, he'd visit you pretty often whenever you were just relaxing outside or just whenever he saw you he'd come running- Speaking of which, he was sitting next to you right now. It was night and you decided to just sit outside and look at the stars and as usual, Beam came to see you. "Hello Beam, it's nice to see you again." You smiled as you looked at him, Beam flashing you a toothy smile in return. "Yes! Nice to see you too!" You chuckled at his response as you looked back at the sky, Beam rocked back and forth as he looked up as well. There was silence between the both of you but you felt as if someone kept staring at you. To relieve your curiosity , you turned to face Beam...ah..Yeah, he was staring- He let out a startled noise when you turned to face him before quickly looking back. You brushed it off as just you catching him off guard, but as you continued to look at the scenery you could see Beam out of the corner of your eyes turning to look at you once more. "Ah- uhm!" You turned to look at Beam as he started talking, "yes?" He continued looking at you as he fumbled with his hands a bit, you rested you hand in your palm as you patiently waited for him to let out whatever he needed to say. Whenever Beam seemed to be around you , he always felt much more happy than he usually is. He'd feel his face heat up at the warm smile you'd always give him when he was around.. But at the same time,..as much as he'd want to hug you and such like he does with Denji..he never seems to have the courage to do so. Why? He's never felt like that before? Your eyes widened and you let out a small gasp as Beam grabbed your hands in his. "Beam..thinks your pretty! The most beautiful human alive!" You stared at him with wide eyes as you felt your own face slowly heating up. You both stared at each other in silence before you laughed. "Thank you Beam, but you're much prettier than I am."

[iovetecchou]

Short-Cut ⧸ Angel Devil.𖥔 ݁ ˖

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

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

༞ GN Reader.

༞ 1,163 words.

kinktober masterlist!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[mncxbe]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭...

ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: work colleagues dynamic, mentions of onlyfans, needy Angel, voyeurism, masturbation, cum play♡

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who has never touched nor seen a naked woman in his entire life and keeps getting taunted by his fellow devil hunters "What do ya mean you've never been with a lady? You really don't know what you're missing."

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, whose colleagues introduce him to the concept of OnlyFans. He doesn't really see the point of it and doesn't feel any sort of interest or attraction towards the women there– at least not until he accidentally finds your profile.

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who recognizes your tattoo and know for sure that it's you, his sweet little patrol partner. he does't want to admit it at first but seeing you pose in such an indecent manner does things to him, his pants tightening at the sight of the pretty lingerie snugly wrapped around your soft curves

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who knows he's hooked and has no shame when he blatantly asks you to show him the real thing. "What'd you mean you wanna see the real thing?" you ask in confusion, glancing down at his phone screen. Angel simply shoves the phone in your face, pointing at the picture of you. "I wanna see you naked"

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who has some real motivation to do his job for the first time in years. you'd promised to strip for him if he caught the devil you were after and he did just that, happy to put in some work for his reward.

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who watches you with curious eyes as you pat the empty side of your bed, motioning him to sit beside you. you teasingly take off your uniform pants and he feels his face heat up at the sight of your bare legs.

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who almost drools when you lay down on the plush mattress with your legs spread in front of him, your glistening cunt on display for his hungry eyes. "It looks so pretty" he hums, his fingers ghosting a few centimeters above your skin. he doesn't want to risk accidentally draining your lifespan but fuck– he wished he had a pair of gloves so he could touch you

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who begs you to touch yourself for him and watches your tiny fingers rub circles on your clit, relishing the soft moans that spill for your lips. he gets hard when you push two digits inside, slowly stretching yourself open, your pussy glistening with slick

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who doesn't touch himself until you allow him to. he doesn't want to seem like a pervert. after all, this was supposed to be a little experiment to satisfy his curiosity and get his colleagues to stop teasing him– he didn't expect to get off to the sight of you pleasuring yourself

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who fists his cock in front of you as you pump your fingers in your needy cunt, his orgasm drawing closer as you tell him how much you wish he could touch you, how you wish it would've been his fingers inside you instead of yours– "Angel... fuck i need you t-to cum f'me too" you whine as you reach your high, your juices leaking on the mattres below and he cums on the spot at the pretty sight

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who shoots his load on your pussy, watching the creamy seed dribbling down your puffy clit and folds. he can clearly see your walls spasming as you come down from your high and blushes furiously when you gather some of the cum on your fingers and stuff it inside your cunt, whimpering his name softly

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who helps you clean up and brings you a glass of water, making you promise that you'd let him touch you next time— "I promise I'll be careful. I'll wear gloves just let me do it for you" he pleads and you can't bring yourself to say no to him

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who uninstalls the OnlyFans app the moment he leaves your apartment. he doesn't need that stupid app now that he has you. the real you.