#angel devil x reader

[bunnis-fanfics]

Angel devil holding your puffy pussy lips open with gloved fingers so he can cum directly into your cute hole <3

Watching his cum dribble down your thighs, seeing the way your hole clenches around nothing, begging for his cock…

You’re so desperate to have your lover inside of you, he finds it very cute.

And tempting.

[rosieiscooler]

dating csm characters

⇝ includes - denji, aki, angel, kishibe

denji doesn't know what it means to feel real, genuine love. he thinks you're crazy hot, obviously, but he's initially confused or at the least suspicious of the affection you show him - it's like he's waiting for you to drop the ball and try to snag the chainsaw's heart.

when the sting never comes, when you never betray him, never make a grab for anything other than his hand, he relaxes. having denji's heart means having a constant shadow. he's clingy.

has zero experience and no idea what he's doing. everything he knows about relationships comes from the manga he reads - it leaves much to be desired. he wraps an arm around your shoulder too tight, suffocates you in his warmth when you hug, sleeps stuck to your side with no hope for escape.

denji is clumsy but sincere. his hands are sweaty when he holds yours, he'll bump your forehead instead of kissing you, mumble awkward comments like "you smell good." or "you're cute."

his kisses are sloppy. teeth bumping, hands wandering, he gets caught up in grinning and laughing and then laughs harder when you pull away and act annoyed.

loudly jealous. you can see it, hear it, from a mile away. talk to some other guy and he's all huffing and puffing and "why don't you just date him if he's such hot shit!" give him some time, he's working on it.

movie and video game nights are a must. except, he falls asleep during every movie and breaks the controller when he loses. you can't really complain, though, not when it means having him doze against your shoulder.

he thinks he's the shit, the best boyfriend ever. he'll drape his jacket over your shoulders when it rains, walking with his hands behind his head and saying, "yeah, i know, i'm a gentleman," with a nonchalant shrug (he's eyeing your reaction too carefully for someone so 'confident').

tries to play it cool when he gets flustered. he’ll tinge pink to his nose if you mess with his hair or lean into him and try to save face by saying things like, “come on .. you’re makin’ me feel all weird inside.”

he's broke, so dates are far from fancy. you two find a hole-in-the-wall ramen joint, take a walk down the neon streets of tokyo, or lay on the dewy grass in a park. he tries to pay for your meals, but you're faster (he didn't have the money, anyway).

makes you have sleepovers with him in aki's apartment (much to aki's dismay). drags you onto the futon with him and passes out the second he's got you in his arms, "you're the best thing i got," he mumbles in his sleep, curling around you.

trusts you to fight for yourself, but won't think twice if it looks like you need help. he'd swing in, snag you out of the way of a blow with carefully human arms despite his chainsaw head, "i gotcha." he mumbles, "still with me?"

sometimes he just stares at you with this big, dopey grin, all pointed teeth and shining eyes, like wow, i can't believe somebody likes me.

aki is not one to beat around the bush. he's long since been aware of his .. condition, his fate, it's only fair that you know, too.

he takes you to a rooftop, sits next to you with his loose hair blowing in the wind, "to tell you the truth," he says, "i don't have a lot of time left." he turns to face you then, eyes half lidded, expression simply, but so deeply, sad, "but, whatever i do have, i'd like to spend it with you."

it hangs over you two every day. every touch, every kiss, every shared night, there's the weight of what's unavoidable following you. it's heavy, but it's worth it.

if you ever argue, ever yell at him, he goes quiet, forcefully calming himself down before saying something like, "i don't want to fight with you," so gently it almost hurts.

protective in a 'i have to stop you before you can even start' way. he's always nagging with things like, "don't leave your socks on the floor," or, "don't touch that," or "drink some water." it's his way of saying he cares about you.

you start to adopt his morning routine. you two wake up together, do skincare, make coffee - he's memorized how you like it, then sit on the patio while he smokes a cigarette and you watch the sunrise. your little bubble of peace is precious to him (until it is inevitably broken by power and denji).

lowkey judges your skincare routine. "is that hand soap?" he asks the first time you slide in next to him to wash your face, "that's abysmal. you need to correct that." he buys you new products that same day.

malewife patient zero. he cooks the best meals, folds your laundry perfectly, and keeps the plants alive (plus denji and power!). he likes when you hug him from behind while he cooks, even if he acts like it's bothersome. think 1950's housewife but a man and also hot.

big routine guy over here. he lives for that sense of normalcy. every night, he reads in bed while you scroll on your phone. he'll casually adjust himself if you flop onto his chest, and shut off the lamp he was using to read the second you fall asleep.

gets twitchy if he hears you've been hurt. he insists on being the one to see you first, to patch up your wounds. "be more careful," he whispers, hand clutching yours tightly, "please. i can't lose anyone else."

aki will never stop worrying. but you're the one person who can make his shoulders relax, his voice soften. some nights, when you're half asleep, you catch him just looking at you. like you hung the moon. "i can't believe this is real." he murmurs lowly, brushing hair back from your face before laying beside you.

angel doesn't have a lot to live for. he wanted the quiet life. the country mouse. he said it himself, he'd rather die than keep working.

that was, until you came along. until you kept sitting beside him despite the danger, until you become someone he thinks about when he's looking for a reason to get up in the morning, until you became the one he looks for first when he enters a room.

he acts detached at first, "don't touch me," he'd warn, "you'll drain your lifespan." but then he becomes the one that lingers, the one that leans closer when he knows now more than ever that he shouldn't.

doesn't help with chores, or work, or anything, really, he just sits nearby, "you know, human," he says, head casually tilted to the side as he watches you with lazy curiosity, "you make living a lot less awful."

chronic napper. anywhere and everywhere. slumped against a wall, standing up, your lap, he'll take whatever perch he can find. you've become his preferred pillow.

if you fall asleep beside him, he stares at you, tracing your face with his eyes because he can't touch you. sometimes he hums, old hymns, soft lullabies, something to fill the silence and bring you sweet dreams.

touch is complicated. he wears gloves so he can hold your hand, but even then, he's cautious. you'd be lying if you said you weren't cautious, too. even though you want, more than anything, to caress his face, to feel his lips without a barrier between, each time, one of you pulls away. he can't do that to you. and you can't brave the consequences.

if you try, if you reach for him, he recoils, stepping back, "stop. it's not worth it." he says every time, though his eyes harbor such intense longing; it looks like tears will spill over any second.

never says 'i love you'. it's too much, too serious. if he admits it, he worries he'll lose you the next second, he'll get to close. you, instead, get a feather trapped in the pocket of your coat, a gloved hand closing over yours, his quiet voice when he says "you keep me tethered." but not 'i love you', never 'i love you'.

angel's wings get in the way of literally everything. it's like he doesn't have control over them. "oops." he mumbles when they flap against your side. "my bad," is all you get when they knock your work from the table.

talks about death like he's talking about the weather - calm, detached - it's never been anything but inevitable to him, a simple countdown. but, he turns to you mid-sentence, catches your expression, and falters, "ah, well," he shrugs, eyes moving skyward, "now that i have you, i'll at least die happy."

if you get hurt, it shakes him. he hovers nearby, never too close but not far, either. "don't touch me," he says, "but stay alive."

you kissed once. only for a second, maybe two. a fleeting, too short press of his lips to yours. he pulled away like he'd been burned, wings fluttering and twitching as he averts his head, "that can't ever happen again."

kishibe didn't mean to fall for you. he was never supposed to fall for anyone. but he kept showing up where you were anyway, cigarette in his mouth, smirk on his lips, pretending it's nothing but coincidence.

never officially calls himself you're boyfriend or says you're 'dating'. "we're just .. spending time together." he says, but his hand brushes the small of your back and his lips press against your temple that same day.

dates are far from normal. he takes you devil hunting with him, teaches you to throw a knife or shoot a gun. you ask if it counts as a date and he shrugs, "why not? you're here, i'm here. what else do ya want, huh?"

used to only refer to you by your name, but one night, while drunk, he calls you 'sweetheart' and you never hear your name from his lips ever again.

old fashioned in the way that he offers you an arm while you walk down the streets, compliments you - "wow, look at you, sweetheart" - when he sees you, holds the door for you. he'll wave you off dismissively if you try to thank him for anything.

he says 'i love you' in the most unceremonious way possible. like, a slip of the tongue after he says goodnight followed by a "don't make me repeat myself," before he promptly walks off with a heart that's beating just a little bit too fast.

sometimes he's a little too reckless. he'll come home bloody, still half-grinning, "you should see the other guy," he winces as he speaks, collapsing against the couch. if you patch him up, he watches you, something unreadable in his eyes, "you've got good bedside manner, doc," he chuckles roughly and takes a long swig from his canister.

kishibe is used to violence. you bring a warmth he thought was long off the table for him. he grumbles when you kiss his scars or clean his wounds, but he secretly loves it.

won't let you drink from his flask or smoke one of his cigarettes, he nudges you aside with ease, holding the canister above your head where you're hopeless to reach for it, "nope," he smirks, playfully stern, "don't need you gettin' hooked on this shit, too."

the kids - being power and denji - treat you like you're their parents. they tease kishibe about you til he's angry enough to hit them across the head and send them both running, "damn kids," he'll grunt, adjusting his coat, "thought i taught 'em when to quit."

dreams about settling down with you. marrying you, starting a family. he'd never thought himself a father before meeting you, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't considering it now.

he doesn't really get your apparent infatuation with him. on late nights, he'll lean against the balcony railing, turning to you with a thoughtful expression, "you really want to waste your time with an old man like me?" he asks. assure him that you do, and he's laughing - a gruff, breathy sound - "well," he says, "you better not kick the bucket before i do. deal?"

[visionsoflilith]

good boys that you just can’t help riding till they cry ♡ moaning, writhing and mewling under you as you drop your weight on him, the loud slapping of skin resounding in the room along with his voice and your amused chuckles. He’s cummed so many times he doesn’t know what’s going on anymore, delirious and spit bubbling from his mouth, rolled eyes, all he can pick up is the sparks of pleasure going up his body. His dick is a angry dark pink, your tight hole milking him so much he’s about to go dry. But it’s not any time soon. Because no matter how overstimulated, how much he cries, he is definitely not done anytime soon, the amount of cum he just spurt out is proof of that.

🐇- armin, chuuya, dazai, atsushi, ranpo, poe, angel devil, choso, gojo, grim/casper (adwd), jinshi, izuku (adult), tomioka, rengoku, MAYBE MAYBEEEE katsuki (adult and after fighting to convince him), amajiki, kaneki, reigen, kurapika, shinichiro, link (tloz), sebastian (stardew)

authors note: hi guys! Thank u for 300 followers and I’m sorry for not writing for so long. if u guys have other character suggestions please let me know! I don’t think these characters are solely subs but are willing to sub, I will write again soon! Also this isn’t edited I will edit any grammar mistakes soon :)

special thanks to my friend for helping me choose the characters 🫶

[starglitterz]

♡ love spiral

you, angel devil, and aki hayakawa catch a ride back after work. turns out having the three of you pressed up against each other in the backseat is a bad idea.

✧ feat : hayakawa aki x fem!reader, angel devil x fem!reader (1.4k words) ✧ warning(s) : exhibitionism, improper senior/junior dynamic, semi-public sex, fingering, fingers in mouth, reader calls aki sir, two usages of senpai this is an nsfw fic. minors + ageless blogs dni. ✧ a/n : seeing these two freaks animated in the reze movie fundamentally altered me as a person & rearranged my brain chemistry. happy first post of 2026! hope the fact that it's akiangelreader smut will be a good omen for the rest of the year <3

please reblog & comment ! it makes me rly happy ^_^

This is exactly the problem with not driving his own car, Aki Hayakawa thinks to himself. Now he's stuck in the back seat with a couple of devils; his partner and the junior they're both supposed to be training. Training. Aki scoffs. Yeah. Like teaching you how to take cock is part of the job scope. 

Angel Devil's wings are taking up approximately ninety percent of the space in the back and it's severely getting on Aki's nerves. You don't seem to have a problem with it though, giggling and poking at them like they're a novelty attraction. And Angel, for all his constant whining about how troublesome you are, is actually letting you caress them while he looks at you with the barest hint of a soft smile playing about his lips. 

When you feel the weight of Aki's gaze, you fix your doe-eyed stare at him instead, clambering impossibly closer to grin, “We did well today, right, sir?” He's heard the title a million times from his other subordinates but it never makes him feel the way he does when it's coming from your pretty mouth. He grunts noncommittally and your face falls, mouth drooping into your trademark pout, “C'mon, Hayakawa-senpai! I deserve a reward, don't I?” 

Aki's eyebrow twitches. He knows exactly what kind of reward you want. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Angel, who lets a lazy smirk curl his lips, “Yeah, Hayakawa-senpai. We've been good today.” Angel rarely shows any emotion other than apathy but ever since you've joined their duo Aki swears Angel has become far more devilish. Case in point: right now. 

“Have you? And for that matter, has she?” Aki rolls his eyes, wondering how on earth he ended up in such a fucked-up situation with his coworkers. And though he'll deny it till his last breath he doesn't regret it in the slightest. 

“I'm an angel,” the pink-haired devil shrugs and leans back in his seat to gaze out the window, “I'm always good.” 

“I've been good too, sir, you know I have!” You're all up in his face and Aki is realising once again that he should have fucking driven to work today because this car is way too cramped – your fingers are splayed across his thigh, nails digging into his skin ever so slightly as you blink those huge eyes at him and not-so-innocently move your hand higher. 

“Hey.” His brows knit together as his hands ball into fists in his lap, muscles tight from the struggle of holding himself back, “Behave yourself.” 

“Will I get a reward if I do?” You give him a grin with just too many teeth and Aki ponders for the millionth time why the fuck he always gets saddled with the freaks of the public safety bureau. 

“We are in a car. Someone else is driving.” His jaw is clenched and his voice is clipped, terse with an undercurrent of tension that's a dead giveaway to how much he actually wants this no matter what he pretends otherwise. 

“That guy?” Disbelief colouring your tone, you point a thumb at the driver, clearly just some random entry-level employee blasting rock music in his headphones and who couldn't care less about anything other than getting the three of you home asap and enjoying the rest of his Friday night. “He's not paying attention at all.” 

“That doesn't mean-” A loud flap interrupts Aki, and when he blinks Angel has spread his wings in such a manner that one feathered side is blocking the driver's entire view of the backseat. The devil is wearing a faux-innocent smile mirrored on your expression as the two of you peer at Aki to gauge his reaction, “Problem solved.” 

“We are going to get in a car accident and fucking die.” Aki groans, looking heavenward and praying desperately for some deity out there to save him. 

“Well, at least I won't have to work anymore.” Angel sighs, prompting you to giggle at his forlorn tone. 

Aki snaps. 

“Fucking fine, if you both want to get arrested that fucking badly-” He spreads your legs roughly enough to pull a squeal from your lips, unceremoniously slipping a hand up your skirt to find your panties already damp. “Shit, you're already this wet? Should've known you just couldn't fucking wait for us to get home.” 

“Sir, please-” A dangerously loud whine as your hips buck into his calloused fingers, so close yet so far from where you need him most. 

“Shh…” Angel cups your face with a gloved hand, turning your chin to meet his maroon eyes gleaming with lust, “There we go.” His fingers tap your cheeks experimentally and your mouth drops open like a dog waiting for a treat – you're used to this by now. “See, I told you she's been good.” Angel mutters to Aki, sliding two fingers into your hot, wet mouth where you start to suck on them like they're your favourite candy. 

“Shut the fuck up.” The devil hunter huffs, pulling aside the gusset of your panties to finally, finally slip his index finger into you. You would moan if you weren't so busy choking on Angel's glove, yet another pair you're ruining by drooling all over it – he doesn't care, getting him a new one will be Aki's problem. 

Both Angel and Aki's fingers are delightfully long, reaching places inside you that you just can't on your own no matter how hard you try and it sends you into ecstasy every time. With the taste of leather in your mouth and the sensation of your senior’s fingers crooking just right inside you it feels like your every nerve is on fire, jolts of pleasure singing up your spine and making you see stars.

“You're so fucking spoiled.” Aki growls, trailing heated kisses down your neck as your eyes squeeze shut in bliss, “Always getting what you want.” 

“You're the one who spoils her.” Angel points out, tilting his head to observe you curiously. He knows watching you gag on his fingers is the closest he can get to touching you the way Aki does, so he does his best to memorise every little detail every time. The way your eyes glaze over when he presses the pad of his thumb into your mouth, or how eagerly you swirl your tongue around his fingers – they're all etched into his mind like it's something sacred.

“Don't act like you're so innocent.” Aki retorts as he strokes your clit, relishing in the keen you let out. Even though he knows he really shouldn't be doing this in the back seat of a fucking office car – and since he is, he should be focusing on making sure you keep quiet – Aki just can't help the devil on his shoulder whispering the truth; he wants everyone to know that it's him making you feel this good. He's come so far from his days of despising devils.

“Like I said,” Angel withdraws his fingers from your mouth with a sticky squelch, and you mewl at the sudden emptiness, “I'm a devil first. And we've reached, by the way.” 

The lights of Aki's apartment building shine down on the car through the night, illuminating the place the three of you call home – Aki doesn't know when his house became devil central but he wouldn't change it for the world. “That enough of a reward for you?” He murmurs, pulling back and hurriedly adjusting the hem of your skirt to a somewhat presentable length.

“I didn't even get to finish!” You pout, bumping your forehead against his arm before you and Angel tumble out of the car together while Aki thanks the driver, who thankfully doesn't seem to have noticed anything amiss. He's probably used to the eccentricities of Special Division 4 – everyone's heard the rumours, after all. 

“Too bad.” Aki says dryly as he slams the door shut, “Try behaving better next time.” 

“Ugh! You're so mean!” Sticking out your tongue, you run ahead, grabbing Angel Devil by the sleeve of his blazer, “C'mon, Angel, let's leave this meanie behind and go home first!” 

“Ahh…” Angel sighs and follows after you at a much slower pace, “Okay, but I want ice-cream.” 

Aki can't stop the fond smile curving his lips as he watches the two of you skipping up the stairs. Even if he did get the short end of the stick when it came to partners, you're both his freaks and he wouldn't trade your bizarre dynamic for anything. Unable to keep the amusement from his voice, he jingles the housekeys in his hand and calls out something that makes you both freeze, “Nice try, but neither of you are getting inside without me.”

“...Oh.”

i love them an unreasonable amount UGH they make me sick </3 can fujimoto ever let anyone be happy ever

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[sh1-n0bu]

hehehehheheheee pretty birb bf

winged bf who pick you up into their arms, gently cradling you as if you were made of glass and the finest jewelry as they tell you to “hang on” before unfurling their wings and taking off into the sky

winged bf who show you the beauty of flying, holding you securely in his arms as you take in the way how the world below you looks so small and beautiful. who only has a gentle smile on their faces as you point out the big apartments and parks where you go to for a picnic date. who only has eyes on you as you admire the twinkling lights of the world under you

winged bf who wrap their wing around you whenever you shiver, even if it was one of those annoying sudden ghost bump things you get out of the blue. he’s still worried, let him worry for you in peace😠

winged bf who plucks a feather out of their wing, gently tucking the soft feather into your hair, or on your jacket — wherever you want. he wants you to carry a piece of him to remind you by even though you regularly steal his clothes

winged bf who allows you to be only person to touch his wings, to care for them, to brush them, to just… well, touch them to your heart’s content really. he doesn’t care if you put the tip of his long feather ends over your lips, mimicking a mustache, he doesn’t care if you want to use it as a blanket, he doesn’t care if you wanna use the ends like a cat toy in front of his face. he’ll indulge in your silly shenanigans

winged bf who sheds at least once a year, filling your shared home with the old feathers. who is either smug about it or is apologetic as he helps you broom the excessive fallen feathers. at this point you could probably make a plushie or some sort of art project from the amount of feathers that he shed. to which he objects, saying these are all old and weakened feathers, offering his wing for you to pluck feathers from if you really wanna make an art project

winged bf who hides the two of you under his wing when cuddling in bed, the added layer of his own extra limb making the scene feel more intimate than it is. as if the entire world is blocked out, just a meager existence passing by as you two enjoy this moment of comfort as his wing becomes a curtain to give you two privacy

winged bf who sometimes gets too sexually frustrated and pent up with your curious hands constantly touching the place where his wing is connected to his back, the skin and muscles there are sensitive, making him jump in his seat whenever you do it to tease him

winged bf who knows that it isn’t your fault. you probably don’t know, you don’t have a wing after all, so you don’t know what it means when someone touches your wing. who only calms your worries with a forehead kiss, usually handling his problems himself

winged bf who lets out a whine into his hand, muffling the embarrassing noise as your hand wraps tighter around his cock. he was way too sensitive than usual and it was all because of your wandering hand on his wings. he probably should have explained it all to you but right now, he found his words escaping him, mind melting into a muddled mess as he finds his hands clawing at your own in desperation

winged bf who mumbles out a weak protest of being “s-sensitive! aaah… f-feels too sen—♡︎ sensitive! y-your haaandd♡︎” as his legs start to shake, staring through teary eyes as you coax out yet another climax out of him. his tip an angry cherry red from the continued torture of your hand, his slit weeping precum over and over again despite having just came, getting hard in your hand embarrassingly fast

winged bf who gets tortured by your loving hands for who knows how many times. his eyes are getting blurry and breathing started to hurt. even more, his dick was stinging, twitching every time your tight fist comes up to the tip, letting go briefly as if to taunt him, touching the dripping slit with the tip of your finger and making him whine loudly before fucking his cock into your hand again and again. this was just pure torture, he wanted to escape and run away but you were whispering such nice words to his ears. calling him your good boy, your angel, how you loved being with your beloved like this… could he really ever refuse you?

winged bf who gets more and more twitchy in your gentle hold as your hand picks up speed, the filthy wet noise of his earlier cum being used as a lube filling the room alongside his loud moans. who begs for you to not to touch his wing as it flutters around, dropping a feather or two onto the floor due to moving around so much. who only lets out a pathetic whimper of a “cuz’ ahh haamgh—! [n-name], please! please don’t—♡︎ d-don’t touch them...? they’re sensitive too aanh haagh mfgh♥︎!!” when you ask him why

winged bf who felt like his skin was on fire. everything felt too much but felt too little at the same time, his cock painfully hard again in your hold the moment you ran the tip of your finger over the bane of it. his muscles were getting tense, a strange sense of feeling coiling around in his stomach as you kiss the place where his wing and back connects, shifting around frantically with a chirp or a preen falling from his swollen lips

winged bf who weakly paws at your hand around his dick, wanting to push it away but chasing right after it with his hips as the strange feeling in his stomach just continues to grow worse. it didn’t felt like his usual orgasm, the way he would just fall apart in your hands. it felt more intense and that scared him. who cries out through loud whines and bitten back sobs that “f-feels weird!! aanhh haah [n-name]—! it mnggh♡︎ feels weird! my c-cock feels unnck haah ahh amhh weird♥︎♥︎!!”

winged bf who throws his head back into your shoulder, hands covering his beet red face as a scream tears through his lips, muscles tightening, body going taut in your arms when you gently bit into the base of his wing, your other hand keeping his wing in place so it wouldn’t flutter and knock you away as he fucking squirts into his stomach, painting his muscles and your hand white. who lets out soft chirps and noises, legs twitching and hands struggle to decide whether to hold onto you or to muffle his embarrassing noises

winged bf who only lets out weak noises and chirps when you try to communicate with him, asking him if he was doing alright and if your angel was with you right now after that overstimulating experience. who immediately hides within his wings the moment a sliver of sobriety hits him, too humiliated to even look you in the face because what was that? and why did he felt… so good?

winged bf who gives you a weak glare that you know isn’t exactly serious, pouting at you and complaining about how you messed up his mind and stuff. who lean into your touch as you push his hair away from him, getting to see the still reddened face and the few tear stains on his cheeks. who grumbles about how you have too much power over him when you chuckle, leaning in to plant a kiss to his pouting lips. who chase after you with a demand for a proper kiss this time

⇨ sephiroth, genesis, angeal, hawks, xiao, venti, angel devil, vash, knives, sunday, simeon, raphael + anyone you can think of!

[saintkaylaa]

Your Disco Stick .ᐟ

ᡣ𐭩: aki, angel, kishibe, yoshida

note: texting them “did you feel that? i’m bouncing on it telepathically”. this also might be the last time i include yoshida bc i paused reading csm so im not caught up & ive only read bits and pieces of current chapters /:

warnings: sexual, crack, cursing, ooc yoshida probably, mean!reader, f!reader

I BLOCK MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS

[notmclovinn]

touching

divider: enchanthings || wc: 363

contains: x fem!reader, mutual masturbation, pillow humping, possibly ooc, they’re in love

note: soz if this is ooc, i’ve only watched the anime and movie and this was wrote in under an hour and barely proofread 😅😅

angel's eyes were all over you, trained to the way your hips buck up, giving his low eyes a glimpse of the wet patch your pussy left. they watch as your hands grip the edge of his pillow, the way you head falls over, picking it right back up and throwing back whenever you tease your clit just right, your hips bucking wilder as you chase your release.

and god, the way your whines and moans filled his ears, and the way you look at him with that pout.

"angel, i wanna touch you s'bad.."

fuck.

your eyes drink in the sight of angel's long ginger falling onto his shoulders, the way his muscles flex as he jerks his cock—grunts leaving his lips as he tries to match the pace your hips rut. your eyes following the way his balls move with each pump of his hand, the way his head often falls back, adams apple bobbing as he moans.

god, he looked so fucking beautiful.

his legs legs are tucked under his thighs, spread wide as his body leans back in just the slightest— arm leaned back as he holds himself up.

his position makes you see everything. it's addicting.

"don't stop- please-" angel begs, his voice traveling south. "'want you to cum all over my pillow, please-"

you frantically nod your head— "yesyesyes" you chant, body shaking as you rut your hips against the fabric like a feral animal.

angel moans your name, eyes resisting to close so he wouldn’t lose the sight of you— his hips buck upwards and his balls tighten as he gets closer and closer to his climax.

"agh- fuck- i wanna touch you so- uh!" angel moans, hips stutter as his cum begins to shoot from his red throbbing tip, some of the hot liquid reaching your skin.

your body locks up and you let out a sob as you cum, head falling forward as tears begin to weld in your eyes.

"angel- i love you-" you choke, hand reaching to wipe your tears as it blurs the sight of the devil in front of you

"i love you too." angel's chest heaves as he speaks— and for a moment, it felt as if he touched you.

[shiryusdragon]

"Where do babies come from?"

Summary: Your kid asked where babies come from Characters: Aki, Angel Devil, Denji Warnings: Pre-established relationship, fem!reader

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Aki:

His hand that was holding the handle of the coffee cup suddenly froze. Aki felt like all the color had faded from his face when his daughter asked that out of the blue. Of course, she would ask this at some point; all children are curious and full of questions, but he wasn't prepared to get that question while he was trying to enjoy his breakfast.

"Um..." He swallowed hard and put the cup back on the table. How was he supposed to answer such an innocent and yet complicated question? "Well... Uh... Where did you hear that from?"

"From the big kids in the playground..."

"Look... when two people love each other... They sometimes... um..." He scratched the back of his head, his brain almost overheating as he searched for a way to make an analogy. He couldn't just use the classic "Mommy and Daddy kiss and the stork brings a baby" story. His girl was too smart for that.

"Like... when you plant a seed. When a person loves another person, they, um... They plant a seed, and then... It grows into something new."

"But how does the seed get there?" Of course, she'd ask that.

"Ah... when we kiss." Aki couldn't handle it anymore and just said the first thing that came into his mouth.

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Angel:

Angel froze, caught off guard by the child's innocent question. He hadn't expected it, but couldn't ignore.

"Well, babies are brought into the world through a special process called conception. When a man and a woman love each other very much, they... they share a special act of love, and that can result in a new life growing inside the woman's tummy."

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Denji:

Denji almost choked on his food when his daughter asked that.

"Well, uh... Well.... Well-" Denji looks at you, waiting for a hint of what he should answer. When you just chuckle, he clears his throat. "Why don't you ask your mother? She seems to know a lot about it."

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