#drabble for you

[hellsgreatestperformance]

Travis & Angel

@andact1on

「🕸️❝ Yuh wanna help out lil' old me taday?~ Ain't yuh sweet~ Why don't ya show me how stron' yuh are, baby~ ❞

With extra dough, metaphorically, weighing down his pockets he opted to spend a little. Mostly on himself, but he'd spare a bit for his friends back at the hotel. And to show some false yet conflicted appreciation towards his boss, he'd find him a little something too. And he appreciated the help from his favorite director. Sweet-talking the chump into doing whatever he wanted was cake. A little flirting, chest fluffing, and a little kiss on his cheek seemed to put the guy into a trance. So, what job did he have for the perverted bird? He was the designated shopping bag carrier~

Angel hummed thoughtfully to himself, then gasped when he saw the cutest fabric basically begging for his attention in one of the shop windows. The sparkling gold was sure to catch Val's eye. Sure he could transform it into a lovely gown, but why not something more sexier? This was the first thing he purchased. However, their emerald green and pastel pink fabrics left him in awe. By the time they left that shop, Angel already had the bird carrying two bags. ❝ Thanks, cutie~ ❞ He complimented him before going to the next shop, and the next, and the next, and the next until Travis had six bags on his big, strong arms. These bags were filled with gifts for his friends.

However, only about half way down the street he came to an immediate halt, feeling Travis walk into his back. Even when the guy asked him what was up, he was speechless. ❝ Do ya see those?! ❞ He didn't really pay attention to Travis looking over in confusion and asking what. Without hesitation, Angel pulled him by the hand inside. ❝ Wait here. ❞ He left Travis sitting on the bench near the mirrors. The poor guy was likely confused. During the twenty minutes Angel was roaming about, multiple people had walked up to use the mirror or simply walked past the dressing rooms. ❝ Do I got a treat fer yuh~ ❞ Angel winked when he finally approached? He had several outfits hanging from each of his four arms.

Angel strutted out in a tight, off-the-shoulder pink top that exposed his fluff. He wore a black miniskirt along with it ( and whether he was commando or not underneath was a secret ). ❝ Love it, don't ya? ❞ He winked and then sat directly in Travis' lap. He made himself comfortable and checked his phone whilst he did. ❝ Yuh 'no how easy fuckin' in this would be. ❞ He stuck his tongue out and snapped a picture. Checking it, he was pleased with how hot he looked in it. once he got up he texted Cherri before stepping back inside the changing room. When he reemerged from the room, this time he wore a tight black dress with a slit up the side. He slightly bent over and ran his fingers along his leg as he slowly, seductively lifted himself up.

❝ Wha' d'ya think? ❞ He stood in front of Travis and lifted his leg, pressing it against the wall directly behind the bird. ❝ I 'no ya wanna peek underneath, baby, but I need yer eyes on my legs. Sexy, ain't it? ❞ He couldn't help fucking with the guy. It was fun. And he wouldn't make a big fuss if his bag boy decided to give his legs a little touch. After they left that shop, Angel hit up a few more. Travis had bags in his arms and boxes in his hands. ❝ Ya 'no, a big stron' daddy like yerself really turns me on~ ❞ The bags were placed in the limo. Most were dropped off at the hotel, but Angel's sweet-talking made sure the day didn't end just yet. With that whole divorce, that house was free so Angel begged as cutely as he could to come over.

❝ Uh uh~ Naughty, ain't ya. But ya can't come in. Be good fer me an' wait on yer bed. ❞ Angel slipped into one of the rooms and locked the door behind him. Hours had passed since they had gotten here. When he found Travis in his room, the poor guy must have been so exhausted because he was sound asleep. Cute. But not allowed. Angel straddled his lap and started poking his cheek. ❝ C'mon, baby. Wake up fer me~ ❞ When he finally had his attention, he was pleased by the reaction. Angel had slipped into some gorgeous lingerie that had Travis' eyes wide. But when he went to touch, Angel denied him.

❝ Wait a sec. Yuh don't really think I took that fuckin' lon' slippin' inta this, do ya? ❞ He revealed what was behind his back. It was a custom-made sweater by yours truly. He had taken the time while they were out this evening to choose a black fabric that wasn't gonna be itchy. The end of the sleeves was a bit fluffy, for some pizazz, as well as the neck. It was by no means the most extravagant gift but it was more of a thank you. Travis had gone with him all day, never once complaining about the amount he had to carry. Not to mention that lately, he had been more bearable. A few weeks ago after a really bad Val Day, Travis had not only treated him like a princess but had stayed with him until he felt better. And never once had the guy tried to fuck it.

❝ Do ya like it? Yer gonna wear it, ain't ya? Try it on~ Hurry up, the sooner ya try it an' I get my pics, the sooner I can pull it off ya. ❞ 」

[classyrbf]

cheerleader!reader riding nerd!toji in the locker room afterschool. You’d basically be shunned by your team if they ever found out you were fucking a nerd, but you just couldn’t resist him. He wasn’t an ordinary, stereotypical type of nerd. He was the type who kept to himself, very nonchalant, and only conversed with a few people, but he also was very smart, not to mention muscular (he must hit the gym in his free time). It’d be a shame if he didn’t put those muscles to use. You’re a bit of a slut, practically slept with the entire football team and none of them had you whipped like Toji. His big hands, his thick cock, his muscular arms, they all just fit so perfectly in or on you.

Your skirt is hiked up, panties pushed to the side as you ride him on the bench, the loud sound of skin clapping echoing through the locker room. “Nnngh—fuck! Your cock feels so good!” You pant, slamming your hips down on his, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. “I swear—ah! Don’t tell anyone about this! I’ll make your life hell!” You threaten through your moans, biting down on your lip.

“I…I won’t.” He shakes his head, running his hands over your inner thighs, eyes glued to the way your pussy sinks down onto his glistening cock. “Fuck…your pussy feels too good,” he rasps, his hands reaching up to grip your waist.

“Don’t you dare cum in me! Mmmph, I can feel you throbbing!” Your mouth is saying one thing but your mind is saying another. You’d absolutely love to see his cum dripping from your pussy, but you can’t take any chances. But your hips keep on moving and your pussy keeps on clenching down on him like a vice, milking his cock.

“Shit, shit! S-slow down!” He tries to halt your movements, but you slap his hand out the way. “Stop! You’re gonna make me fucking cum! Ah! Nnngh!” His eyes squeezed shut as you went faster, bouncing on his cock like a bitch in heat.

“I…I can’t…stop.” Your eyes glaze over, like your in a trance, your sloppy pussy squelching with each movement and before you know it toji dumps his hot load inside of you, the sheer feeling making you cum with him. “Oh my god! Yes!” You rock your hips back and forth, his cock massaging against your g-spot. Your body twitches above his for few moments, both of you catching your breath. “Keep your mouth shut about this.” You warn, slowly lifting your hips, his cum oozing out slowly. A soft whimper leaves your lips as you stand to your shaky feet, fixing your skirt. “Ugh now I need to get a plan b.”

“I told you to get off,” he plainly said. “Not my fault.”

[kkusuka]

pt. 2 coming soon!

your roommate was a strange man.

can you even really call him a roommate if he's only home for one week every few months? but when he is home, simon riley is a pretty good roommate.

he fixes the heater that's been broken for two months, he replaces the faucet after it drenches you for turning it on too quick, he even takes a look at your car when you mention how your breaks have been squeaking. but other than his penchant for whiskey and the color black, you really don't know much about the man you've been living with for more than a year.

he's in the military, you know that for sure. he works with a team because he tells you that you have a striking resemblance to a man names "soap"? you take that as a compliment even if he didn't really mean it to be one. he wears combat boots even when he's off, you buy him a pair for his birthday that he doesn't take off until soles wear out. but all of these are merely observations, you don't actually know anything about him.

and it's not like you don't try to find out more things about him. you search his name on google- nothing. you ask him about his social media- 'don't got any'. you never ask about family because he never brings them up. all you have is a phone number and the license plate on his beat up dodge charger.

so, getting a call in the middle of the night, three months after you'd last seen simon, about a mission taking a bad turn and simon taking a bullet for an american private. all you really manage to catch after that was the hospital's address and a room number to ask for.

you feel like you're in a trance as you pack yourself an overnight bag, then move to simon's room and just start grabbing the softest clothes you can find and a bunch of snacks from his side of the pantry, then you're off.

you didn't want to see desperate or overly worried about a man whose favorite song you don't know but you're pushing into the high 90s on your way down. and your mind isn't clear until you're standing in front of a tired looking nurse in sanrio scrubs.

"um, i need to get into room 1206?" you barely choke the words out before she's getting up to lead you, "oh! mrs. riley, they told me you were on your way."

"oh-i'm, well" and if you hadn't watch so many hospital shows where they don't let anyone but family into the room you would have just told her the truth, but you just shut your mouth, give her a tight smile, and follow her down the hallway.

the room doesn’t take long to get to, but the door is shut and you can hear the people inside talking. but the nurse doesn't even hesitate to swing the door wide open, "mr. riley, your wife is here."

and then there are four sets of eyes trained on you, but all you can look at is the hulking figure of your roommate sat up in his comically small hospital bed. and all you can muster up is a slight smile and a small wave in his direction before the bags you're holding fly straight onto the floor.

"oh, shoot- i'm sorry. i didn't know if you needed anything so i just grabbed some things from your dresser- and some of those granola bars you like, and there should be a gatorade somewhere in there. and, oh my god, i'm sorry, how are you? i came as soon as they called, and they said you got shot, and-"

"calm down, sweetheart, or yer gonna be the one that needs a hospital bed." ok, simon could still speak that was good, and he was conscious and remembered you.

"i'm sorry. i just got worried, and-" simon knew you well enough to know that you'll worry yourself to death if he lets you keep going, "nothin' to worry about, sweetheart, pull up a chair, you've 'ad stressful few hours."

you practically fell back into the chair that the man with the kindest brown eyes you've ever seen pushed towards you. and for the first time since you arrived, you took a deep, long breath. hand clasped in your lap as you take simon in.

"feeling any better, mrs. riley?"

"she's fine, garrick." 

'garrick' seems utterly unphased by your roommate's- husband's? you can address that later- tone and just continues to smile at you.

"c'mon simon, we just wannae ken 'bout the bonnie lass yer hidin' from yer pals. ye 'aven't even introduced us." you're glad the scot waited until you'd calmed down to start speaking because it took you at least 30 seconds to realize he was even talking about you.

"sweetheart these are the boys, boys this is sweetheart, now fuck off before you scare 'er away"

they didn’t seem like they were going to leave until the older man practically dragged them out saying something about the heaping loads of paperwork they had to do. so will a little wave and a cheeky smile, they were gone.

"so, um, ho-how are you feeling? they, uh, said that you got shot?"

" 'm fine, sweetheart, better knowing i've got a bird at home who'll come runnin' cause she thinks 'm hurt, yeah wife?"

yeah, maybe you'll let the mrs. riley thing go on for a little bit longer.

idk i just really like the idea of simon just picking someone random and being like 'yeah this is it, you're mine now' and they have literally no idea

[white-poppie]

𐙚 ‧₊˚ Thinking 'bout Older!Toji <33

Older!Toji who very clearly needs reading glasses but refuses to wear them because "he doesn't need it." So he's just squinting his eyes trying to read whatever is written on the newspaper.

Older!Toji who's your biggest hypeman; you'll find him whistling "damn mama" at anything you wear, sweatpants, large ugly t-shirts? He's hyping you up like you're wearing designer clothes, his hands constantly on your butt, smacking whenever he has a chance. And if you whine cutely, he'll just chuckle and do it again!

Older!Toji who just refuses to fight with you even if it's for valid reason. You'd be screaming at him, and he'll wait till you tire out and just look at you with a coy smirk and say, "You done, baby?" ugh, he's so annoying.

Older!Toji, who has this weird thing where he squishes your face and then leans down to kiss your puckered lips with an audible smooch.

Older!Toji who's super clingy in the morning (contrary to popular belief) and just sags half of his body weight on you, and you can barely move. " 'jus five more mins ma," he'd whisper in his hoary voice and you'd have no choice but to relent.

Older!Toji who doesn't have the energy he used to have in his younger years, so after particularly tiring days, he just wants to lay his head on your lap and have you run your fingers through his hair and he's out like a baby...except the fact his snores could wake up the entire neighbourhood.

Older!Toji who loves wearing the black compression shirt and grey sweatpants combo just to see you salivate over him. He pats his thighs and gestures for you to sit on his lap before burying his nose in your neck and pressing a kiss on your shoulder.

Older!Toji fell in love with you all over again when he let you shave his face after you insisted. He just looks up at you with his intense eyes, being so silent you can't even tell if you accidentally hurt him or something, and after you're done, he grabs your hand and whispers out, "I swear to god, I am gonna marry you again."

[freaktoru]

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . nanami kento doesn’t argue… except this time he does. and he fucks you while he does it.

18+ MDNI, nanami is kind of a meanie :(

nanami kento is a man of undeniable patience and unwavering calm. a think-first, speak-later kind of man—never quick to argue, and always one to listen attentively before offering his own thoughts.

but when you “accidentally” forget to tell him that you’re going out with your friends after work, and spend hours worrying him sick and not answering your phone? now that really pisses him off.

clearly, you had forgotten to follow one of the most important, fundamental rules the two of you had set for each other—always let the other know of your whereabouts. 

seems like nanami had to remind you somehow. and today, his method of choice was fucking it into you. 

“you just can’t” thrust. “do” thrust. “what” thrust. “i tell you” thrust. “huh?” he drives each word into you, his thick cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside—making sure you feel exactly how much he means it.

your face is buried in the sheets of your shared bed, tears staining the pristine white bedsheets. nanami has been at this for hours now, pounding into you—every thrust harder and more punishing than the last.

“ ‘m sorry k-kento please” you sob pathetically into the wet sheets, voice barely audible in your helpless position. a strong hand fists a handful of your hair, pulling your head up closer to his. 

kento leans over, his warm, ragged breath brushing the tip of your ear, staying buried deep in your quivering, tight walls. 

“what was that?” he whispers, keeping a strong—almost painful grip on your hair. 

“i’m s-sorryyy kento i forgot” 

“mmm sweetheart” he murmurs, his voice a low, husky, whisper “that just won’t do.” he finishes, deliberately moving his other hand from your waist up to your sensitive, hardened nipples. you let out a mewl of pleasure as he rolls one between his fingers—the sound quickly turning into a breathy whine when he pinches down.

“please” you barely choke out the plea between sharp sobs. 

“please what? use your words baby” he mutters, hands now kneading the soft flesh of your tits.

“i’m s-sorry” is the only thing you can manage to say—pathetic and ruined in your fucked out state.

kento frees you from his grasp, letting your head fall back down into the mattress. his bruising grip on your waist returns, and he slowly starts moving his hips again. 

“i don’t think you are” is all he says, before quickening his already harsh pace. kento fucks you like this—like he’s trying to make you understand—for the rest of the night.

and you do understand. you understand that you’ll never make nanami mad again.

[gojosluut]

Turning around on your other side facing Satoru, you poke his muscular back with your index finger. Making his back arch a bit, as he turns his head around to look at you with a confused sleepy face.

“what was that for?” he rasps, sleep still lacing in his voice.

“can you lay on top of me..? like on my back..?” you whisper, your eyes peering up at his tired blue ones.

“…”

“…”

“…you want me to do what?” he asks sitting up more to get a better look at you. His face now outright confused.

“..I want you to lay on top of me!! like crush me with your body!” You whine, your hand now laced around his muscular bicep, gently shaking him from side to side.

Satoru sighs a small smirk on his lips. “fine, fine.. lay down on your stomach.” He says softly. You smile up at him before flipping onto your stomach, your face going into your soft pillow. laying in a pencil like position.

He turns over more lifting the covers up as he goes to his knees, before laying ontop of you. Laying his entire weight on your back, he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck.

You sigh softly with content, feeling his entire weight on you. Turning your face slightly to the side having a lazily smile on your lips. “mm now i’m comfortable..” you mumble sleepily, all Satoru can do is chuckle lightly into the crook of your neck.

“why am I crushing you again?” He murmurs into your soft skin.

“becauseeee you’re like my personal heating pad for my period cramps,” you mumble out. As your eyes droop shut. Satoru sighs smiling, shaking his head lightly.

“weirdo..” he mumbles before drifting off back to sleep. with his body quite literally covering yours completely, your period cramps dissolving as his warmth and the pressure of his body soothing the pain entirely.

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[kisssukuna33]

Sukuna is the type of husband who NEEDS to hold you when he sleeps.

Before he started being in a relationship with you Sukuna had trouble finding sleep in most nights, probably due to his bad working routine and messy habits that got fixed after you came into his life. And now he can't sleep unless his wife is safely wrapped in his arms.

You could be watching TV after a day at work and Sukuna will come home next probably tired as hell and in need of a nap. He is quick to wrap his arms around your hips and gently take you into his arms as he carries you to the shared bedroom, Despite your endless protests asking him to take a shower first,

"Kuna you stink, go take a shower first"

"Calling your husband stinky? You wound me darling"

"Sukuna please.."

"Fine then, but we shower together"

"But I just showered-

"Too bad brat"

When it's time for sleep, he patiently waits till you're done with your skincare routine. And if you take way too much time for some reason, like your friend calling you at the last minute to spill the hot gossips of the day Sukuna is there to remind you he's ready and set for his bedtime by scoffing loudly enough for you to hear. Petty man.

Taking a pee at night? Grabbing a late night snack because you're hungry? Those are impossible to do without waking Sukuna up. The moment you sit up in the bed, he's already awake, grumbling in his sleep and asking what the hell are you doing before pulling you back to his arms.

That one time you managed to sneak out of the bed without waking Sukuna up. You mentally praised yourself for the victory as you snuck in to the kitchen to eat the last piece of the chocolate cake. Before you can even take 3 bites you hear footsteps behind and when you turned to look, it's half awake and half asleep Sukuna with the blanket hanging by his hips like a toddler who ran out of their bedroom searching for their mom. He's scrutinizing his eyes at you, trying to figure out what the hell are you doing. Then he sees the chocolate cake and the icing around your lips and his face instantly takes a betrayed expression.

"Kuna-"

"So you left your husband, all alone, in this fucking cold weather just for chocolate cake?"

"We have a heater-"

"That's not the point, the point is how a chocolate cake worth more than your husband"

"okay now you're being dramatic"

"This is straight up gluttony"

"Sukuna!!"

It's gotten bad to the point where you can't even sleep one night away without feeling guilty because you know this man is wide awake and restless without you in the bed. Yet you wouldn't change a single thing. The way Sukuna's strong arms wrap around you, keeping you warm and safe while soft hum of his snores disappearing into the crook of your neck, it's everything you will ever need.

And you hope it never changes.

[yourname-exee]

Gojo's wife is calm, collected and well all around mature, much like Nanami. So when someone was taken by surprise that your last name was Gojo and not Nanami, that was the first time Satoru Gojo felt true heart break, his throat closed up and he thought he was about to blast this person into the sun. Is this what seeing red is like?

Buut of course his very sweet and understanding wife, simply placed herself into his side, hand pressing against his chest running it up and down as you say gently.

'Nope, this tall handsome fella is my husband.'

With the proudest smile on your face Satoru couldn't stay upset for long especially when you looked up at him with those soft eyes, he hooks his arm around your waist before standing up straighter a smile spreading across his lips, a cheeky smile some would say, as he responded with.

'That's right.'

(divider made by @adornedwithlight )

[priceoftheduchess]

thinking of old, retired!simon riley who hangs out pubs in his free time. he’s a tank of muscle, with a soft layer of fat over it all. he’s got the peak dad bod, and he’s a bit tanner than he was from working in his back garden. his tattoos are lining his body and he is scrumptious.

and he meets you. young little thing, sweetest bird he’s ever seen. shining, soft grins and plump, curvy edges.

he nearly drops to his knees to pray for you to grace him with your presence when you do it on your own volition. he forgot he was even playing blackball, the cue still held tightly in his hand. he was just practicing, just a hobby.

“mm, can ye teach me how to play?” you ask, and you’ve got a thicker accent than he does. he drinks it up, with a straw and all. he nods, handing you a freshly chalked cue.

you struggle enough to learn the mechanics for him to decide to stand behind you, front pressed to your back as he bends you over with his body weight — one hand on your waist and the other steadying your cue as you aim to break.

fuck. he’s so hot, burning even through your skimpy dress. his voice rumbles in your ear,

“c’mon, birdie, just steady y’rself. even out yer breathin’.” he instructed, as patient as ever.

you beat him when you guys actually started playing! yay! and then… you decided to make a silly little bet.

“if you can beat me,” you whispered in his ear, liquid temptation mixed with the way you were pulling him by his shirt collar down to your level — you knew he could easily beat you — “i’ll go home with you.”

simon has never won a game of blackball so fast.

[chososcutie]

♡dilf!nanami♡

warnings: baby fever, mating press, unprotected sex, cumming inside

art creds to @hercaptain and @narutoss.ramen

dilf!nanami who is the girl dad ever.

in fact, when dilf!nanami heard you were expecting girl twins, he was already ordering the matching pink strollers and cribs and little newborn baby onesies.

dilf!nanami who throughout your entire pregnancy, was plastered to your side, making sure your every need was meet, and constantly with a hand on your tummy, feeling for the little baby kicks.

dilf!nanami who when the babies were first born, was with you every step of the way, getting up out of bed at three in the morning if it meant his tired wife could get a few extra hours of sleep, feeding bottles to both of them if your breasts were too sore, rocking them in his big beefy arms and whispering how “daddy’s here”, and even strapping them to his chest in baby slings while he ran errands.

dilf!nanami who you can find cooing at your baby girls, making them giggle as he bounces them on his lap, blowing raspberries on their tummies and tickling them as he keeps them entertained for you.

and not only is dilf!nanami the best father, but he’s also the best husband.

dilf!nanami who after tucking in the babies to bed, tiptoes away to your bedroom.

because while he has to make sure the babies are tended to, he also needs to tend to his baby.

dilf!nanami who takes quick strides to your shared bedroom, wasting no time in sprawling his buff frame over you, pinning you easily down as he huffs hoarsely in your ear, “kids are asleep” while his bulge presses into your soft tummy.

dilf!nanami who is already half-hard at just seeing your chubbed belly and plush hips, your post-pregnancy body was just so tantalizing to him.

dilf!nanami whose hands roam your body with a desperate kind of need, squeezing and kneading tenderly as he places kisses all along your neck and jaw.

dilf!nanami who grunts lowly as your grabby hands reach for his cock, hastily pulling down his boxers until his length slaps against his stomach, spilling pearlescent beads of oozing precum across himself.

dilf!nanami who is huuung, swollen balls and thickened base all leading up to a perfectly symmetrical cock, the tip flushed an angry red and twitching wildly at your gaze.

dilf!nanami who quickly hooks a finger into your panties, shoving them aside before lining himself up, so heavy between your legs you can't help the small moan of anticipation you let out, wriggling your hips up impatiently.

dilf!nanami who only chuckles at his wife's eagerness, too quick to oblige as he begins to push in, past that first tight ring of muscle while you suck him in deeper.

dilf!nanami who groans at the greediness of your slobbering pussy, already trying to milk him for all he's worth as you clamp on tight around him.

"f-fuck, m'.. hah.. gonna cum if you don't stop sucking me in like that sweetie."

dilf!nanami who begins to roll his hips forward, filling you up inch by inch as your moans slur together, tongue lolling out dumbly.

he was just so big, you couldn't help it if you were already cock-drunk!

dilf!nanami who watches as your eyes roll back in your head when he starts up a mean pace, hips snapping into yours ferally while your spit-glossed lips hang open helplessly.

dilf!nanami whose hand comes down between your legs to stroke your twitching clit, the cool metal of his silver wedding band making you jolt with pleasure as you squirm under him.

dilf!nanami's baritone rumble of your name brings you back, as he suddenly throws your legs over his broad-framed shoulders, candied pink lips crashing onto yours in a craze as he folds you into a nasty mating press.

"wan' .. hah.. make ya a pretty mama again.."

"what?" you're gasping for breath, eyelashes fluttering as a familiar coiling heat begins to pool low in your tummy, winding closer with every harsh smack! of his hips into yours.

"can you do that f'me, my love?" dilf!nanami's words have begun to slur, eyes glossy as his throat bobs, pushing your legs up higher 'n higher. "have my babies again?"

drool has begun to seep out of the corners of your lips and with a mindless nod, you find dilf!nanami's hips bucking sloppily as he gets closer.

"say it."

you feel your tummy knotting achingly tight and with a hoarse cry you practically scream out, "k-ken' make me a mommy again! please!" before you're cumming, and cumming hard, creaming all over his cock until it's forming a little ring at his base.

dilf!nanami who is cumming seconds after you, your filthy words sending him over the edge with a soft groan as ribbons 'n' ribbons of hot, milky cum are shooting into you, filling you endlessly up until you're clawing at his back and crying with how stuffed you feel.

dilf!nanami who shudders and jerks over you, whispering small praises as the last wispy remnants of his seed empty into you, fingers coming to stuff the glossy dredges beginning to seep out of your ruined pussy back in.

you hiccup softly, whilst dilf!nanami shushes and coos at you to take it all, lovingly stroking your cheek and placing small kisses on your face while you recover.

dilf!nanami who after giving you a couple more orgasms and tiring you out, hears the babies begin to wail from the other room, tucking you in snugly before whispering “i’ll do it, you get some rest my pretty mama..”

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[hellsgreatestsideshow]

Christmas With The Vees

@toxitrosia

「 📺Preparations for this eventful day had taken weeks ( with a little time put aside to find that relic a suitable, disruptable gift ). Their lounge room was decorated with no expense spared. Golden tassels littered the perimeter. Mistletoe is hung from the doorway. Their tree stands tall with various ornaments and decorations satisfying each of the three Overlord's tastes. He's allowed Val and Vel free reign over it all and contributed where he was needed. This time of year in hell was busy and their business was booming with suckers lining up to purchase the latest gadgets. But with the little time he has, he meets his other halves.

As requested, he changed into the Santa outfit ( beard and all ). When he enters the room, the other two observe and break out in laughter. ❝ Ugh, fuck you. You both wanted this. ❞ He reminds them as he makes his way to the sofa, inserting himself in the middle of them both.

📱❝ Oh relax, Vox. We're only teasing. ❞ She gets off of the sofa and fetches two wrapped gifts from under the tree. They're held out to the others before her hands rest at her sides. ❝ Well, come on. Open them already. ❞ She impatiently waits for them to tear through the paper and see what's beneath. She's put a lot of thought into these gifts. She's made quite a few more. As if she'd only give them each one thing. Hilarious! These were her idiots and she would spoil them. Val is the first to open his. Both of these specific gifts are nightwear. Specially made by her. Val's is gorgeous I'm about to kill my husband's robe. A beautiful sequin pink with gold flakes in all of the right places. And since Val loved to remind them of how sexy he was, she made it transparent for his convenience.

Vox's, on the other hand, had them cackling. It was the oldest old man's nightgown. Despite seeming like a joke, she considered the time he lived and the fact that he already had one or two of these. It even came with a lovely nightcap. She considered his colors carefully. ❝ They're both perfect, I know. Made by yours truly. You're welcome. ❞ She returned to her phone for the time being, quite pleased with the gifts.

📺❝ Yes, Vel, that was enticing~ ❞ He looks over at Val, quite interested in that robe, which causes Vel to roll her eyes. ❝ But it's my turn now. ❞ He sits down and pats his lap, waiting for Val to sit in it like the good boy he is. ❝ Did you look outside yet That new, shiny expensive car is yours. Driver included. He'll take you anywhere you want to go. Daddy did good, didn't he? ❞ Among his gifts for Val were new clothes ( with Velvette's help ), accessories, and a special pair of lingerie he picked out himself. Of course, Vel would get her gifts too, but later since she was more interested in something or someone on her phone.

His claws curled over the moth's lower back as he smirked. He had done his best to find the most suitable gifts for these two. After all, they meant more to him than others ( though Alastor liked to creep his way into his mind ). These two helped his empire grow. They were a team that each played an integral part in his design. And the least he could do was spoil them. They worked so hard and were on their way to basically running hell. ❝ While I give Velvette her gift, go to your room. We aren't finished yet. ❞

When Val did, he would see the bed littered with decorative gold rose petals. A lovely aroma came from the sheets to further the erotic, yet relaxing scent. But the rose petals created a trail towards the luxury bathroom. The oversized tub had dozens of those petals floating in the water. The color changed from the oils that were good for one's skin. In the moth's presence, music started to play before Vox joined him. ❝ Velvette isn't joining us, unsurprisingly. She has other plans, so you and I have the entire place to ourselves. And we can do whatever the fuck we want. And what I want is to pamper you. ❞ He helped Val inside the tub before entering himself. Kitty brought them a bottle of aged wine that Vox had saved for a special occasion. With their glasses filled, the tech demon dimmed the lights.

❝ Is there anything special you want to do, Val? For today, my schedule is clear. ❞ He swirled the liquid around in the glass. ❝ Maybe you could give me a little show with all the new clothes Velvette gave you. And we can follow it all up with a candlelit dinner. Anything you want. ❞ A slight smile before he downed the glass and moved closer to Val. ❝ We're gonna make this a night to remember. ❞   」

[hellsgreatestperformance]

Vox & Angel

@hellsgreatestshow

「🕸️It was already that time of year when even hell decided to have some sort of Christmas spirit. The days were transpiring rapidly, or so it felt, which meant preparation time for festivities and gifts was thinning. And there was someone important he wished to craft something for. In fact, this would be the first Christmas he celebrated with Vox. So, how exactly could he make it unique? He planned to make a few dozen cookies for the hotel as close to his grandmother's old recipe as possible, among some other things. The spider paced around the room with both sets of arms folded. Without consciously paying attention to his surroundings, he halted when he was on the ceiling.

Since this whole thing began between them, they never insinuated they were dating or anything of that nature outside of carnal desire. But even though they were often eager to strip the other's articles off, there were times they participated in different things. The problem was sneaking around made it difficult. Neither wanted to risk Valentino discovering their affair ( if it could even be referred to as such ). But in those moments he could settle down on Vox's lap and converse with him or simply listen as his fingers busily typed away, a strange feeling building in his chest. So, even if Vox didn't feel the same sensation, why couldn't he still bring him something? After all, sex was on the agenda so some normalcy of their routine would still be intact.

Fingers eagerly prepared the cookie dough, rolling it to perfection. An assortment of shapes were skillfully etched out of the batter that consisted of: spiders, televisions, moths ( to appease his boss ), and absentmindedly some hearts. Yet as he placed the hearts on the baking sheet, he wondered why he even made them in the first place. Was it because they were cute? Maybe he should have paid more attention and considered some cliche shit such as trees, reindeer, or even snowmen. Fingers tap against the counter, thoughtfully. He could stick them in both Vox's and Val's individual baggies. It was just a shape, right? Why did it have to mean anything? Besides, it was just a cookie that would be glanced at for a moment before being eaten anyway. Before his mind started fucking with him, he threw the entire batch in the oven and that was that.

In the meantime, he worked on his accessories. He hummed as he pulled the string of the bracelet through various different charms. The little TVs were adorable. Their blue complimented the pink spiders wonderfully. When it was finished, he put it on his arm and held it up to see the little charms. It was so cute! Would Vox think it was cute, too? Would he want one? Could he have one? Even though he knew he shouldn't, a second charm bracelet was made anyway. After the cookies cooled, he placed them in a baggie with the bracelet securely wrapped and hidden under the treats. The final part of the gift was bought days ago. Sure he could make his own but he couldn't help how much he adored the transparent red-laced lingerie he saw in one of the shop windows. Not to mention the cute panties that came with it. He couldn't wait for Vox to see those~

Angel went to see Vox a few days before Christmas. Aside from simply wanting to see him, he wanted to plan where they would meet on the holiday. Charlie would be throwing a party at the hotel. And he assumed Vox would be entertaining Val and Vel. However, there had to be a point where both could get away to meet. So he could have Vox all to himself for either the whole night or even a few hours? They had to be careful spending too much time together because eyes were everywhere. And if they were caught they'd have to hope saying this encounter was only sexual would save their asses.

When they were finally alone, he bent over a little to kiss Vox's screen where his cheek technically would be. However, Vox seemed busy. It was a bad time, but around it, he tried his best to plan with him. Vox handed him his card and told him to buy whatever he wanted with it and that he'd text him a time to meet on Christmas, before returning to some important call. Angel stared down at the plastic after leaving the office. He didn't want his money. He wanted him. But treated himself to some treats and booze to indulge in while he watched some stupid trash TV. Was this his gift? Buying whatever he wanted? With no thought put into it whatsoever? Did he mean that little to him? Was he just a sugar baby? With Val, he had learned to handle it since their relationship was in shambles. But he didn't want that with Vox.

When he finally saw a text with a time, he responded. It was late in the evening on the big day. He put on a smile and kissed the demon. He was still a bit sad, but knew how to put on an act. He offered up the first of his gifts but asked him not to open it yet. He wasn't sure how he would react to the bracelet and he was a bit nervous about it. But Vox insisted on opening it since it was from him. ❝ Alright mista' impatient. Yer lucky yer hot. ❞ He sat on the bed, hands fidgeting amongst themselves as he watched. Vox seemed to like the cookies. He should since they were mostly made with solely him in mind. Val was just to distract him from being suspicious. But the bracelet seemed to leave him speechless. Shit. Was that bad? Maybe the lingerie would make up for it. He started lifting himself from the bed when he noticed Vox actually put it on. ❝ Boxy? ❞

He loved it? He what? He did? Really?! A smile curled on his lips, and before he knew it, he immediately pulled the demon into an embrace. Even though Vox informed him he would have to be careful with it Angel didn't care. He was relieved he even liked it at all. And maybe it had improved his mood a little. It was only when Vox tapped his arm did he realized he had the demon's screen smushed against his chest fluff. Vox had no issue with it but wanted to properly thank Angel. But wait, his gift wasn't finished yet. He had the lingerie hidden under his clothes. He was about to strip until Vox took his hands. Angel tilted his head as he stared. Vox had something he wanted to show him? He was instructed to cover his eyes and not peek. He teased Vox a little saying he would look, but he never did. Not until Vox reached for his hands to lower them from his face. ❝I wonda' wha' it could be- ❞ He was cut off midsentence by a myriad of something so beautiful. he stood there in complete awe. ❝ Oh, boxy... ❞ They were standing in a wonderland of various different Christmas lights. Snowflake lights hung around the perimeter. There were multiple trees, decorated in fake snow and flashy lights that cycled through different colors. Even fake snow came from the ceiling and decorated the floor in a magnificent white. The lights were in different shapes and sizes: snowmen, snowflakes, elves, reindeer, and some hell variants of them. And others moved and danced about the area. Angel didn't even realize he was smiling as his feet moved on their own. He wandered around the place, taking in the scenery that Vox had clearly taken the time to create.

❝ Yuh really did this all fer me? ❞ He asked while looking at Vox. The answer was obvious yet hearing Vox say it out loud made his heart skip a beat. An unusual feeling since their encounters were mostly sexual. He kept the sensation to himself, unsure what to make of it. But this was one of the nicest things anyone had ever done for him. And it had come from one of the Vees. Something he would never have expected. He walked back over to Vox, who even apologized, in his own way, for basically shooing him the other day but he was int the middle of making sure everything was going according to plan. ❝ I fuckin' love it. An' I think I got a lil' somethin' yer gonna love too, boxy~ I wasn't finished wit' yer gift yet. ❞ Shamelessly he stripped off what he was wearing to reveal the lingerie. ❝ Ya like it, baby? I can't wait 'till we're back in yer office, boxy. Fuck me right 'ere in the snow. ❞ 」

[classyrbf]

thinking about classmate!gojo who has no idea that the shy, nerdy girl in his class is secretly a perv who has a massive crush on him and has been trading nudes with him. From the moment you saw him in your lecture, glistening blue eyes and fluffy white hair, you immediately could feel your heart pounding. He was so cute, so handsome, and god his muscles drove you crazy, not to mention his smile. He’s only glanced your way a few times, though, but it wasn’t until you went on your fake account and began sending such lewd pictures of your body to him that he started noticing you. To your surprise, he actually sent one back and from there on out, you chatted every day.

You shouldn’t have been shocked to find out that he had a pretty cock too. Lengthy and thick with a pretty pink tip, just waiting to be sucked and fucked. Everytime you scrolled through your chats, your hands always found a way in your pants, rubbing at your little aching clit. You’d get so worked up, so wet, sending him videos of your dripping pussy, fucking yourself on your fingers just for him. He’d send a video back, jerking his cock, his heavy breathing and soft moans in the background. “God, baby, you have such a pretty pussy, you know that?” He chuckles. And the next morning, you’re both back to being complete strangers. He’s sitting in his seat on the other side of the room, obnoxiously tapping his pencil, completely unaware that you’re fawning over him, getting wet just thinking about him.

Sometimes you even leave class to slip into the bathroom, pulling your skirt up and snapping a picture of your cunt or unbuttoning your shirt to snap a picture of your tits just to hit send to him. And when Gojo gets the notif in class, the professors words going in one ear and out the other while he hides his phone to stare at the pictures you sent, his cock growing hard. And still, he has no idea that it’s you.

gojo: send a video of you playing with yourself for me, yeah?

Without hesitation, you listen. You’re in the bathroom stall, skirt hiked up while you quietly finger your soaked cunt, showing your slicked coated fingers to the camera. And a few minutes later, you walk back into class, watching gojo look down at his phone, trying so hard to pay attention but failing so miserably.

Later that night, Gojo is in his bed, fucking his fist to your pictures and videos, scrolling through your chats and messages, his cock throbbing in hand. “Fuck, I wish I knew what you looked like,” he muttered under his breath, pressing play on a video of you fucking your dildo, your ass bouncing up and down on the silicone. “I could fuck you so much better, baby. Have you screaming, begging, crying for my dick,” he grunted, following your pace. His eyes are fixated on your pussy, drooling over how it grips the toy, your juices dripping down it while your ass jiggles. Just as he’s about to cum, he clicks off your video and presses record, making sure to capture the moment to send to you. “Look at what you fucking do to me,” he rasps, and seconds later he’s cumming all over himself, moaning, grunting, swearing under his breath.

All you can do is smile when you get the video, giggling to yourself. His toned abs flexing underneath the light when he cums, throbbing veins decorating his thick cock. He’s just so perfect to you. A few seconds later he messages you.

gojo: when you gonna let me see your pretty face?

you: you’ve already seen it <3

part 2

[cuntyji]

nerdjo by mvtchaee

[kashverse]

“i don’t get you,” sukuna mutters, arms resting on his knees as he stares at your cat, who sits primly on the floor, tail flicking lazily. “you’re small. your head is tiny. you have no claws worth a damn, and yet you strut around like you own this place.”

your cat blinks at him slowly. the audacity.

“oh, so now you’re being mysterious? yeah, real intimidating, runt,” sukuna scoffs, leaning in. “tell me, why the hell do you scream at five in the morning for no reason?”

your cat meows. sukuna nods, as if that was an actual answer.

“nah, i don’t buy it. i know when someone’s bullshitting me.” he strokes his chin, as if deep in thought. “and what’s with the scratching? you have a whole damn tree to tear up, but no, it’s gotta be the couch, huh? or my chair. my throne in this shitty modern world.”

your cat remains utterly unfazed, licking a paw and dragging it over its ear. sukuna clicks his tongue in frustration.

“you think you’re untouchable. you think you can do whatever you want just ‘cause you’re small and cute?” he narrows his eyes. “you remind me of someone.”

you narrow your eyes right back from your hiding spot behind the doorway. excuse me?

but sukuna is too deep in his investigation to notice. he gestures toward your phone lying face-down on the table. “and what’s with you and cameras huh? every time there’s a flash, you go feral. you act like you’re being dragged to hell.”

your cat’s ears twitch. a clear tell.

“ohhhh,” sukuna smirks, leaning in like he’s caught onto something juicy. “what, you got a dark past? you some kinda criminal? don’t want your face out there ‘cause you’re on a hit list?”

the cat swipes at sukuna’s knee, and he actually pulls back with a scoff. “oi, don’t get violent with me, brat. i asked a simple question.”

you have to bite your lip to keep from laughing.

“i should make you my disciple,” sukuna suddenly muses, tilting his head as he assesses the feline before him. “you got the attitude down. the little mind games. yeah… you could be something great.”

your cat sneezes.

sukuna frowns, as if personally offended. “...you’re turning down my offer? just like that?”

he sits back with a dramatic sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “unbelievable. you’re worse than your owner.”

excuse me again???

before you can march in and object, your cat gets up, stretches leisurely, and then—just to really assert dominance—turns around and sticks its tail right in sukuna’s face before trotting off.

he stares after it, jaw clenched, eye twitching.

“…i’m gonna eat it.”

you finally lose the battle against your laughter.

[freaktoru]

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . satoru gojo is needy and rlly likes to cum inside!!

18+ MDNI

satoru gojo is one needy, pussy drunk, fuck. he’s quite literally the ceo of not being able to shut the fuck up—especially during sex.

“babyyyyy” he whines into the glistening skin of your neck, prodding your swollen, fucked out pussy with his cock. 

this is the fourth time satoru’s pushing into you tonight, whining and muttering in your ear about how it’s just not enough. for you, one round with satoru is all it takes to have your eyes rolling to the back of your head, and your breathing to quicken into shallow, shaky gasps. but for him? four times? baby, this is just the start.

“s-satoru—” you gasp at the sweet stretch, feeling him fully slide in his lengthy cock. “fuck baby—s-so tight” he stutters against your skin, placing soft, wet kisses along the stretch of your neck. he’s got you trapped in his favorite position—missionary—legs pushed back, hips locked in place with nowhere to escape.

“ ‘toru please s’ too much, n-no more” you whimper pathetically—nails desperately digging into his back, as he starts moving his hips, pushing himself in n out. 

“hah baby— feel s’good—gonna fuck you s-stupid on my cock” there he goes again, drunkenly slurring his words in your ear, ignoring your stupid pleas while he mercilessly overstimulates you with his cock.

“mmm ‘toru” the moan escapes your parted lips, your shaky breath ghosting over the now red, scratched up skin of his back.

“shh—shhh baby, take it, c’mon, take it for me” he groans, pairing each word with a deep, pleading thrust. and of course you will. how could you be so heartless and deny him like that?

“g-gonna let me cum in you baby?” he whispers against the shell of your ear, his warm breath sending a warm tingle of pleasure down your spine. 

“d-didn’t you already—”

“please baby cmon—fuck you feel s-so fucking good, let me just one m-more time” he cuts you off, mumbling against your skin and fucking you at the most deliciously agonizing pace. 

too fucked out to reply, you close your eyes, giving him a light, approving nod. no matter how much you deny it, in reality, you’d do anything satoru asks.

“mm yeahhh— good girl” he replies, coating your tight wet walls in his cum, ‘just one more time’.