Nov 5, 2025
ummmmm i wasnt sure how to do this one but you get the idea
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ummmmm i wasnt sure how to do this one but you get the idea
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?
Messing around with an eleven sketch I have aaand... I need to pick something......
which ship? 👁️
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