#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. ❞ 」

[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. ❞   」

[tojbnuy]

art by @ _3aem on twt!!

bestfriend!satoru who spam comments under all your posts and makes sure to let everyone know that he’s the one who took the pic

bestfriend!satoru who doesn’t ever let your read your books. he lays his head in your lap and demands you read aloud to him.

bestfriend!satoru who’s always kissing your cheeks to say hello and bye bye. sometimes they linger a bit too long but it’s only cos he finds you so cute .

bestfriend!satoru who talks suguru’s ears off about you. every detail about your outfit, the new shade of gloss you had on today, the way your ass looked absolutely perfect in those jeans. frankly suguru is sick of him.

bestfriend!satoru who sulks as soon as he finds out you’re going on a date. he’d lie on your bed with your plushies squished in between his biceps and whine about you being too pretty for this guy.

bestfriend!satoru who waits patiently for your return and can’t help but smile at your tipsy state. clearly date didn’t go too well. he helps you undress, fingers caressing the smooth silky skin of your back as he lets your dress fall.

bestfriend!satoru who gets mad when you say you’re fine to sit in sugurus lap since there aren’t any seats left in the car. he abruptly slams the car door in sugurus face and drags you over to his side. ‘come on baby you don’t sit in anyone’s lap but mine.’ and next thing you know your snug in his lap with his bulky arms wrapped tight around your waist. ‘just to keep you safe pretty.’

bestfriend!satoru who claims ‘one kiss won’t change anything’ and then he’s pressing his plush lips to yours. his tongue making its way into your mouth as his hands pet at the small of your back. ‘course it’s fine we’re best friends’

bestfriend!satoru who towers over you and always has a spare hoodie ready for you because he knows you never wrap up warm. truthfully he adores the way you look in his clothes, his hoodie reaching mid thigh on you and still you had miles of legs left on display. he’s always saying how much he loves your legs but he doesn’t think you know to what extent. plush thighs and a round ass that he had dreamt of far too many times.

bestfriend!satoru who knows it’s sick but everytime you nap in his room he picks you up and places you in his lap. just so he can feel your soft breasts pushed against him. his hands will wander until one of them is squeezing at your ass and the other is stroking the soft skin at your thighs. ‘sorry baby you’re just so pretty when you sleep’

bestfriend!satoru who peeks at you when you’re changing in his room. baby pink underwear with a little bow dotted right at the front.

part 2 !! part 3!! part 4 !!

[summikomi]

"four arms and two faces, and this is what you're fascinated by?" sukuna said, watching with feigned disinterest as you poked at the mouth on his stomach.

"you've gotta admit it's really weird. and i'm fascinated by plenty of things about you, believe me. you have no idea how terrifying it was when you pulled out two dicks instead of one." you responded drily, a finger pulling at the crease of the lips, showing the pristine teeth inside.

"does it have a mind of its own or do you control it? is it a subconscious thing?" you asked before he could reply to your dry wit, genuinely curious.

"i don't know, why don't you stick your hand in there so we can find out?" he responded, showing the fangs of his top mouth in a growl.

"you're gonna try to eat my fingers again. does it lead to your normal stomach or is it a different thing? can you even eat with it? can you swallow?"

"i didn't know when you asked for my time i would be teaching an anatomy lesson. again, give it a try, let's see what happens."

"you should be studied in a lab, seriously."

before he could protest to the (frankly, offensive) statement, you shifted a little closer, and with one hand pressed to his navel, placed a gentle kiss on the lips on his tummy.

"what." he hissed, but you didn't offer an answer and instead moved up on your perch above him so you could cuddle up to his chest instead.

"you're so interesting, kuna."

"you are arguably stranger." his voice seemed strained, but you knew well that was just his own stilted reaction to being flustered.

with a contented sigh you snuggled closer to his rapidly beating heart, deciding to give him the mercy of not having to hide his blushing face.

[ghostsanctity]

Simon had always known he was possessive, but this… this was something new. It all started during a rambling, half-drunk conversation with Soap, the kind they’d both forget by morning—except for one comment that had lodged itself in Simon’s mind like a splinter.

“Lass can’t forget you if she’s knocked up with your baby,” Soap had muttered with a lopsided grin, slurring just enough to make Simon dismiss it at first.

At first.

Simon knew you’d never forget him, no matter how long he was deployed. He trusted you, loved you in ways he couldn’t always put into words. But once the thought was planted, he couldn’t forget it. Maybe deep down it was the fear you’d leave or just the desire to know that you were fully his, round with his child, but whatever it was, when he got notified of an upcoming assignment, he knew he was gonna damn well try.

Which is how you ended up here now, pressed into the mattress beneath him, his broad chest blanketing your back as his lips dragged heatedly along your neck. He reaches around, pulling your body up enough for you to stabilise yourself as he roughly palms your breasts, tweaking your nipples between his fingers as he continues to rut against you.

He's been at it for hours, fucking you with a relentless intensity, determined to fill you with every drop of his cum before he leaves. You’ve lost count at this point, never knowing he could go for so many repeated rounds but you certainly know it now as you feel his cum run down your thighs, the squelching noise every time he fucks back into you, a combination of your arousal and how many loads he’s given you so far tonight.

"Fuuck-" he groans, his voice low and gravelly with desire. "Gonna knock you up so good. Gonna make sure you're round with my baby by the time I get back."

He pulls out, his cock sliding from your well-fucked hole 

He stares down at your pussy, mesmerised by the sight of it dripping with his cum. He leans down, his face mere inches from it as his heated breath ghosts your folds. He watches, transfixed, as another thick spurt of his previous load oozes out of you.

"Fucking hell," he mutters, his breath hot against your skin. "Look at that. Look at what you do to me."

He reaches out, his fingers gently parting your swollen lips to get a better look. He teases your entrance, circling it slowly before scooping up some of the cum that's leaking out and guiding it back in with his middle and ring finger.

He pushes his fingers deeper, scissoring them to work his own cum back inside you. He wants to make sure every last drop takes.

"Gonna plug you up-" he growls, his voice rough with lust. "Keep you nice and full of me.”

He withdraws them, glistening with the thick, pearly fluid before bringing them up to your mouth, pressing his fingers against your lips.

"Go on-" he purrs as he slowly pushes his fingers into your mouth, letting you suck them clean. You can taste the saltiness of his cum mixed with the musky scent of your arousal. It's a heady combination that makes your head spin.

"Good girl," he praises, his voice rough with approval. "Such a good girl for me."

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, only to bring them back down to your pussy. He circles your clit with them, the slickness of his cum providing the perfect lubrication before he gestures for you to roll onto your back.

He straightens back up as he slides the head of his aching cock through your folds, nudging the head of his cock against your entrance, teasing you with shallow thrusts that do nothing to satisfy the ache inside you.

"Y’not going anywhere," he murmurs, his voice low and rough with emotion. "Not after this- fuck -you’re not leaving me…You can’t–”

You could hear the subtle desperation in his words, a fear that you'd abandon him. He needed to know that you would be here, waiting for him, even when he was deployed.

He kisses desperately, trying to put every fiber of his being into this kiss, hoping to portray even a fraction of the strong love he felt for you. His hips start to move again, his cock sliding into you with a groan. He sets a slow, deep pace, each thrust deliberate and purposeful as he works himself in and out of you.

"Fuck, I love you," he grunts, the words torn from him. "Love you so fucking much…You're my everything, I swear I’ll never let you down-"

He wraps his arms around you, holding you as close as possible, fingers digging into your flesh as he impales you on his thick cock over and over again.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groans, his forehead pressed against yours. "So fucking tight and wet for me. Always so ready for my cock, god you’re perfect-."

He adjusts his hips, changing the angle of his thrusts so that he's hitting that spot inside you that makes you see stars. Your back arches off the bed as your nails rake down his back and you moan wantonly.

"That's it, baby," he coaxes, his voice husky with desire. "Gonna' fill you up so good. Gotta make sure it takes before I leave-

His hips piston faster, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. He's getting close, you can tell by the way his muscles tense, the way his breath comes in short, sharp gasps.

"Gonna cum," he grunts, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Shit- fuck-”

He buries himself to the hilt, incoherent mutterings rolling off his tongue as his cock pulses, filling you with another thick load. He bites down on your shoulder to muffle his groans as you feel it, hot and heavy, painting your insides white. He collapses on top of you, all his weight heavy upon you, though you don't mind at all, arms wrapping tightly about him.

He stays buried inside of you, his now softening cock still buried deep within you. He rests his forehead against yours as his breath comes in short pants, trying to catch his breath.

"I meant what I said, you know…gonna' make you mine in every way possible," he murmurs, his hand coming up to cup your cheek as he lifts some of his weight off of you. "Want you to have my baby- And when I come back, I'm gonna marry you because I’m completely yours and I want you to be fully mine, officially."

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[nanaphrenia]

thinking about yuta seeing your pussy for the first time. ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝⸝⸝ᐢ꒱

bf!yuta who practically falls to his knees in front of you when you finally peel down those pretty pink panties and show him your wetness.

“g-god.. my baby, so pretty.” he’d murmur as he holds your thighs in his big hands, pressing wet and needy kisses to your ankles all the way up to your inner thighs.

he’d spread your folds with his fingers and practically groan as he sees you dripping, your cunt clenching around nothing. his gaze is searing, and you can feel him picking you apart. when you try to swat him away, his grip on your thighs will just grow tighter and he’d look up at you.

“stop.. ‘m admiring what’s mine..” he’d say with an adorable pout.

bf!yuta who begs you to let him eat you out, to let him make you feel good. and obviously, you can’t deny him for so long. not when he’s practically crying to give you pleasure.

his nervous tongue would lick a long stripe up your slit, and he’d close his eyes and moan as your taste and smell overwhelms his senses. “taste so good, baby..” he’d murmur before diving in and tracing his tongue around the rim of your hole, his nose bumping against your clit in a way that has you seeing stars.

you’d grip his hair tight and pull on the raven strands, trying to get him closer. he’d growl in an almost animalistic way, his tongue darting out to delve into your folds, wriggling inside of you as he scream and moan.

your sounds are music to his ears, and it’s hard to ignore the tightness of his pants and the pre leaking into his boxers. he’d grind his hips down onto the bed while making out with your pussy, long black lashes fluttering under his eyes.

bf!yuta who doesn’t stop tongue fucking you even after you come, your heels hitting against his back and you squirming and crying out in pleasure and pain, begging for mercy. he just can’t get enough of you.

“nnoo.. don’t pull away.. just one more, please babg? i promise just one more. wanna taste you.”

but one more turns into 2, and then 2 turns into 3 and the next thing you know he has you shaking and writhing beneath him, his long, slender fingers pounding into you, stroking your g-spot with each thrust while his tongue laps greedily at your clit.

his jaw and mouth had started hurting a while ago, but he just couldn’t bring himself to stop. not when his gorgeous baby was feeling so good all because of him <3

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[fumiliar]

toji has a secret tattoo, in a place hidden from the rest of the world. and you wanted to find out what exactly this man was hiding.

"where?" you asked one more time.

"nuh uh, no telling," toji shaking his head once more.

"let me find it then!" you got closer to him as you inspected him. you decided to make a plan, you'd ask him to take off a piece of clothing, if he hesitated, that's the spot.

"take your shirt off," you slowly observed the man.

"if you wanted my clothes off, could've just said so," toji taking off his shirt easily with one arm. "do-"

"your pants," you continued, as the man raised his eyebrows.

"do you want to fuck me or something?" he took off his pants, leaving him with just his boxers in the middle of the living room. "quit staring won'cha, my eyes are up here."

you were lost, no hesitation in any of his movements. his skin was clean, in all the places you'd expect a patch of ink, there was nothing.

"give up?" toji taunted as a smirk slowly came to his lips.

you had an epiphany, his lips. you walked closer to the man, looking pitifully as if you were a kid who got their lollipop stolen. as you got closer, you leaned for a kiss. slowly, your hands reached for his face, landing on his bottom lip. you pulled his bottom lip down finding the tattoo, "kiss me" right on his inner lip. jackpot!

"YES!" you jumped in happiness, releasing his bottom lip. before you do your third jump, you felt large hands grabbing your waist, immobilising you. he lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist making you see him eye to eye.

"don't be too excited, now this is a secret between me and you, no one else doll, no one," toji emphasising the last 2 words glaring at your smile.

"ok, kiss me," before toji could respond, you smashed your lips to hip making him shut up, giggling in between kisses.

note: firm believer toji is a man who got a tattoo bcs of a silly dare.

[jjk4isen]

super annoying gojo satoru when a girl comes up to you and asks you if he's your brother even after clearly seeing him grabbing your ass and saying super cheesy lines to you to make you only roll your eyes at him.

and you're stuck dumbfounded because it's not rocket science to figure out that you two are a thing just by looking at the both of you because the clingy bastard is quite literally stuck to you everywhere you go, whining and pleading for yet another kiss after stealing several from you.

and it's the same clinginess that prompts him to answer in your stead "yes actually. we're siblings" he beams a smile at you and you scowl, why the hell is he feeding onto this random girl's delusions like that? can't he take the hint?

you're not done scrutinising him when he grabs your chin with his big ass hands and smashes his lips onto yours, tugging and devouring your mouth into an extra sloppy kiss for the girl to take a hint.

he pulls away, a smirk on his lips as he licks his lips where yours had been a second ago. "is that obvious enough?" he chuckles, eyes never leaving yours as you see the girl storm off in the corner of your eye.

[itsoutrageouss]

It’s the first time Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley sees you cry that something in him changes profoundly. You had always had your different skill sets out on the field, it was what made you such a powerful duo for the task force. You were sly, agile, a killer in the dark and he was a brute show of force and strength, able to kill with his bare hands. You argued a lot, though. Your differences that made you work so well also made you clash time and time again. He found you annoying. You found him arrogant.

But after a mission, Ghost finds you collapsed on the floor in an empty building— Crying. He’d never seen you do that before, but he knew you were a softer more sensitive soul, you were just good at hiding it.

He was moving before he realised it, crouching down in front of you, eyes narrowed as he tried to find your gaze that was lost in a heap of warm tears. His hands got clammy and his throat dry because how could he make it stop? It was like the sight had reached in and seized a part of him long gone, maybe one he’d never found before now.

“Stop crying.” He said foolishly, but his tone had lost its usual edge, and the very rare lilt of pleading had laced into his voice. Why did he suddenly grab your shoulders and press your trembling body into his? He had no clue but he wanted to shield you from whatever had made you look so vulnerable before him.

A part of him didn’t like seeing this, didn’t recognise the garbled sound of soft sobs, the way your body’s strength seemed to evaporate into a fragile, soft one that he wanted to pick up and put back together. Another part of him was sucking in this moment, afraid it would get lost and maybe feeling a bit guilty about it. But this feeling of… was it protection? Protection, yes. He’d never had it like this before. Usually, protecting means killing and hurting. Right now it meant nurturing as your small hands reached around his neck and you curled into him. He reacted immediately, sitting down and scooping you into his lap.

He closed his eyes, his chin resting on your head with a sigh. He had no idea what came next. This had to change your dynamic in some way because he couldn’t ever look at you the same. He saw your softness and maybe he fell in love with it right there, and wanted to be the one you showed it to. Only him.

“Im sorry” You whispered into his chest. His hands flexed around you, fighting the urge to smother you even more against him.

“Dont say that. Just keep holding onto me.” His voice was more hoarse than usual as his fingers unconsciously combed through your hair.

Whatever had happened, he was sure you felt it too, or you would’ve never let him this close. And he wished for everything you would let him again one day.

pt. 2 pt. 3 pt. 4

[flowerymenendez]

Your back was arched like a cat, your chest pressed against the door, your pretty and expensive dress was pulled up and your panties discarded.

His big hand was covering your mouth, preventing you from moaning while he pounds his cock inside of your pussy, his other hand grabbing your waist with such force that it made you let out a pained whine against his hand.

Your cunt was drooling and a puddle slowly grew on the floor.

Both of you were in the bathroom because he couldn't wait till get home after your pathetic teasing in front of his friends at the restaurant. It wasn't even necessary to prepare you for his massive cock, you were already soaking the chair while just staring at him, your hand rubbing the growing bulge in his pants, teasing him. You put some excuses before standing up, walking towards the restroom, his heavy footsteps following behind.

Until here you are, being fucked by your "best friend", trying not to moan loud while he pushes his throbbing cock deep inside of you, kissing your cervix multiple times until you're a trembling mess in his arms.

You came messily around his girth, trying to push him away when he keeps fucking you and you start feeling overstimulated. He comes inside of you, bumping his hot and thick sperm in your pussy, filling your guts up.

He slowly slides out, stuffing his hand in his pocket and pulling out a pretty and shiny plug. Then, he slowly pushes it into your swollen and fucked cunny, not wasting a single drop of his semen inside of you.

Minutes later, you're both back with your friends, your legs were trembling and you tried to fix your messy makeup and hair.

You both kept chatting like nothing happened, with your pussy stuffed with his cum.

I'll just let you know that you'll have the best punishment when you both get home.

And, of course, the next day you couldn't even stand up.

[screampied]

✧ ⁺˳ cw. fem! reader. husband nanami, whiney nanami, brēeding, cowgirl, mdni. adding to this

riding nanami so good that it makes him want to propose. focusing his weight purely on his rocking chair, the continuous creaks sing as you’re rutting back and forth. “s- sweetheart,” he slurs in a dreamy tune, a baritone-like rasp falling on his words. one hand of his grips toward your waist, tracing a thumb against the pretty curvature of your torso. whining yourself, you lean in toward his neck to bury your face near the crook, but he makes you collapse back. “no, no. don’t hide from me, wanna see those eyes,” and as gentle, mahogany irises meet your own, he groans. “good girl, my good girl. jus’ keep lookin’ at me, yeah.”

“kennnn,” you whimper, the repetitive dragging of your hips scratching a bittersweet carnal itch near the insides of your brain. his body heat was scorching hot, you thought you were gonna melt. the insatiable skin slapping against skin makes you deliriously numb, you want more. with your loose jaw hanging itself open, drooping—you lean in to lick a stripe up his neck. “fuck, ‘s good. mhm,” and each time you slam back and forth against him, he kisses his teeth. nanami’s sweating profusely, he barely even notices though because his entire attention’s focused on you. his pretty girl. although, the moment you start to dip your hips in a deep circular rotation, he tosses his head back.

“fuckin’ s- shittt,” he swears, and even his curses sounded so blissful . . sinful. for the first time in forever, nanami whines. the palm of his hand then closes in on your ass to give it a good firm squeeze. with fawn strands covering his eyes, he starts to shake. with his hefty chest heaving and a needy tone pouring from his voice, his gaze meets yours once more. “marry me, m- marry me, i need you to be my wife, please.”

an eyebrow of yours quirk upward at his words as a smile pierces its way against your spit-slicked lips. you throw your arms over his broad shoulders before giving him a sweet reply.

“hm?” and your hips had him going insane—the tempo, it was just right. not too fast nor too slow. the centers of your jittery knees bury itself into the sides of the chair before you whisper into his ear. “did you forget, baby? ‘m already your wife.”

nanami moans, your voice was enough to make him spasm right then and there—you sounded so sweet but your insides felt even sweeter.

your sloppy cunt grips against him tight like a vice, simply clinging onto him for dear life. within each pull and bounce against his lap, your walls were so gummy and goopy. it was just tantalizing. you were nothing but a tease and he only craved for more as each second passes.

taking in every inch of his thick cock, you hold back a noise yourself. digging the edges of your teeth into your bottom lip to suppress an incoming squeal, you kiss his neck — it was slow, you create a soft trail of butterflies with your lips. marking his neck with your own wings that press against your mouth.

“hah, oh . . are we?” he responds, panting. with a hand still glued to your hip like it’s made of adhesive, his eyes meets his ring finger. you and him were definitely still married. he groans, feeling a lump in his throat equivalent to the size of a saucer. “ah, forgive me sweetheart. ‘m sorry, y- your hips are just so..”

he doesn’t even bother trying to finish his trembling sentence before his cock kisses up against your g-spot once more. not just an ordinary kiss though, a french kiss.

it’s sloppy, passionate, and exquisitely thorough.

tangled fingers of yours claw at his cerulean blue dress collar. with cobwebs and cobwebs of slick saliva sloshing against each mouth — he huffs, shivering from your hands to roam further down his work shirt he wore. nanami was sexily slouched back, two thighs spread open for you with a single leg bouncing up and down in anticipation.

oh, he was close. his base sags and hangs as you’re rutting against him quicker and quicker. with a nice amount of fingers scraping through his hair and toying your fingertips with his scalp, you dip your tongue further into his mouth. “m- my love,” he purrs, and you don’t think you’ve ever heard him so whiney. his voice was melodic at most, each breaking syllable making the throbbing between your legs intensify. “don’t stop, please—i love you, i love you.”

“i love you too ‘ken,” you babble, feeling the elastic stretch curve and pull through your walls.

your lips part and you moan before feeling him hold your waist tight. nanami groans against your ear and it’s so low that it was almost a mere growl. it could have easily been mistaken as a growl with the raspiness in his voice. with your knees continuing to plow deeper into the chair, bouncing back and forth, he spanks you, again, and again, and again.

nanami’s about to come, you know once his prettily blown irises roll wayyy back until he’s seeing white and his thin brows curl into a proper furrow.

each sloppy bounce against his lap punctuates so good that he’s barely able to hold his moans back by now. you had him hooked. his faint poking dimples press together as he tries to speak, but instead of words, another dragging whine escapes. leaning up against his ear, your warm breath tickles his lobe. “c’mon, kento. cum in me, ‘s okay. make a mess in me, baby.”

“f- fuck, keep talk to me just like that, sweetheart ‘n i might,” he replies back in a shaky tone, feeling a chill reside up his spine.

your cunt’s addictive warmth was preparing to milk him for all that he’s worth. as he clenches down on his jaw for the umpteenth time, his grip against your waist tightens. “ugh, ‘s gonna be so much. so much for you, my sweet l- love,” and as he’s rambling, a thick load abruptly shoots into your core, dribbling into your womb. it’s hot, and when it rains it pours. nanami swallows thickly, the same lump that lived in his throat was now forming into a ball. your hips steadily slow down and you glance down to see the lewd mess emitting deeply into you. it’s so much—it’s velvety, creamy ropes of cum that quickly fill you up to the very top. as his tip spits such sloppy amounts of seed into your starved cunt, he bites his lip. “oh, ‘s still comin’ out. forgive me, ‘m givin’ you all of me, princess.”

with a soft smile, you kiss near the crevice of his mouth where a tiny crinkle caresses and marinates against his soft features. “don’t apologize for being dirty, ken. ‘s okay.” and his face softens at your words. nanami feels his body shudder with heat from how gentle you were with him.

you’re clinging onto him dry and he’s still pumping you full of ridiculous inches—featuring his beloved, syrupy textured cum. it’s a whopping amount that he could barely process how much he’s gifted to you until he actually looks down. the moment chest deflates, the sensitive crown head of his cock gives your sweetest spot its final chaste kiss. satisfied with being filled to the very brim, you don’t get off just yet. instead, you remain there, gently brushing your hips forward.

“m- marry me,” he repeats, his voice cracking.

nanami hears the squelches and spurts your own pussy makes from the residue of cum spewing from the undersides of your legs. “ah,” and he grips your chin, attempting to kiss you but his lips instead reach toward your chin. you worn him out, he’s barely even reaching your mouth and it’s cute. nanami’s got hooded half lidded eyes and a pried open mouth. he’s almost drooling for you, that’s how whipped you had him. “be my wife, i need you.”

kissing his cheek, you smile at his current pussy drunken state. taking a mental image to savor this moment forever, a thumb brushes its way against his tender cheek. “i'm your wife already, silly,” and his eyes dramatically roll back in rapture again. nanami’s releases always last long, and he’s still getting over it. his dick twitches from the sound of your voice, and he wanted more of his sweet sweet wife. the feeling of your sopping walls squeezing him for every ounce of cum he’s got makes him grunt. it feels so good that it’s almost heavenly. it’s warm and insanely sticky — oozing in ropey wads from your hole before trickling all near his lap. “all yours, ken.”

“all m- mine,” he repeats breathlessly, gently grabbing your wrist up to his mouth.

with a sheepish exhale leaving his lips, a free hand slithers its way toward your tummy. sighing deeply, nanami makes direct eye contact. “my love,” he repeats for a final time, and you gasp once he suddenly pulls out.

pouting for a second at feeling empty, he makes you lie flat on your back. nanami’s got a feral look in his eyes, broad shoulders raising up and down and messy unkempt strands all in his face, he wants one thing tonight and it’s you.

as he spreads your quavering legs open with a single hand, he then creeps two fingers toward your stuffed cunt to smear his cum near your entrance. “since we’re already married, let me g- give you a baby, sweetheart. you’d be such a good m- mommy.”

[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. ❞ 」

[luv-lies]

toji hates waking up early. he especially hates when you try to get up in the morning.

“toji, i need to pee.” you earn yourself a low grunt from the man, his arms tightening around you with your face squished between his forearm and bicep. his other arm is firmly wrapped around your waist, showing no signs of letting you go.

“hold it in.”

you try wiggling out of his arms, only to be stopped when he practically rolls on top of you, his chin resting on the top of your head. “stop moving, brat,” toji mutters gruffly, moving his hand down to your stomach and splaying his fingers across it, feeling the soft skin beneath.

with a resigned sigh, you reluctantly stay still, letting him pull you back against his chest. a satisfied hum rumbles from his throat. “better.”

“seriously, toji,” you huff in response, the warmth from his body enveloping you, making it difficult to focus on anything else.

he finally concedes, his arms tightening around you for a few more seconds before he loosens his grip, clicking his tongue in annoyance. “such a pain in my ass, woman. i’ll give you a minute before i’m dragging your ass back to bed.” toji grumbles, stretching out beside you as you get up from the bed.

once you’re done, you step back into the room and crawl back into bed where toji conveniently has one arm draped across the pillows. “took you long enough,” he scoffs lightly, shifting slightly when you settle back in his embrace, face nuzzling against the crook of his neck.

despite his attitude, you know toji cares deeply, even if he pretends to be grumpy about it. you can feel one of his hands wander to the plush of your hip.

“yeah, yeah. i know.” you reply with a hint of a smile on your lips.

“good,” he murmurs, burying his face in your hair. “now stop talking and go back to sleep.”

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[tojbnuy]

boyfriend!toji who doesn’t know why but he feels this weird jealousy everytime he sees you meet your friends and greet them all with a big hug. you never did that with him. you relationship was still fairly new to the both of you, but you kissed you fucked you even held hands sometimes when walking around. but, what toji was now realizing, was that he wanted a hug. well, he wanted a hug from You. not a casual little hug, a hug. holding each other. he didn’t know how to broach the subject without sounding needy and like the complete opposite of how he usually acts. he had never cared about this kinda stuff with other people, he’d never experienced it growing up and he thought he could live without it. until you. until you showed him that wanting to be held was normal. he’d been thinking about it for a while until one night, as the two of you got ready for bed it simply slipped out.

‘how come you don’t hug me?’

immediately you stopped plaiting your hair and turned to him with a shocked look.

‘what?’

‘how come you don’t hug me? like when you see your friends or you say bye you hug them. you don’t hug me.’

as soon as he said it he felt stupid. a grown man like him, older than you and he was sat here asking for a fucking hug. what if you turned the question around and said ‘well you don’t hug me’ what would he say? that i’ve never done that before sorry i don’t know how? his thoughts came to a stop when he felt a small hand grab his own larger one.

‘i- toji im so sorry. i’m sorry i didn’t think that was something you wanted.’

fuck now he’s made you feel bad.

‘nah doll you don’t have to say sorry, its nothing let’s just go to bed’

‘no toji please. let’s talk about it.’

you lifted the blanket and made your way over to his side of the bed so you could sit face to face. everything about you was so soft, so kind. such a complete contrast to himself. he was panicking, he didn’t do stuff like this, never talked about stuff like this.

‘honestly toji, i really just thought you weren’t a touchy person. i’m sorry for just assuming especially considering everything you’ve been through,’

‘no please doll. i wasn’t trying to blame you for anything. i just’

his palms were actually sweating, but your face. god your darling sweet face, looking at him like he hung up the stars in sky. like every word out of his mouth meant the world to you. you would wait for him to get the words out no matter how long he took.

‘i don’t know to be honest. you’re right i’m not a touchy person i’ve never really hugged anyone. but i want that. with you. and im sorry, i should be the one to initiate it i just didn’t really know how doll.’ his voice was so quiet, just a rough whisper.

he looked up to stare into your glassy eyes when you leaned in and kissed him. a small whisper of a kiss.

‘can i hug you?’ you said with your lips pressed against his.

he knew you knew he would prefer not to dwell on it.

and then he wrapped his arms around your back so tightly like he was showing the universe just how bad he needed you. he pulled you into his lap and let his cheek fall to your shoulder. he felt your arms wrap around his neck and you fingers stroking the hairs at his nape.

neither of you spoke, you simply sat and held each other and made a silent promise to maintain the closeness from today onwards.

‘thank you for telling me toji. you big baby.’

‘yeah that’s enough. time for bed.’

your giggle was music to his ears.

[ayyy-pee]

waking up freezing and shivering, teeth chattering every night because your husband is a blanket hog. you know it's not on purpose. he just can't help it. doesn't even know he does it most times. you'd think after years together you'd be used to it, but waking up curled into the fetal position as you try to retain even a smidge of warmth is something you don't think you'll ever adjust to.

so you reach behind you, feeling your spouses large form wrapped snug as a bug in your shared blanket and you grip onto the fabric. you pull as hard as you can but you don't manage to move him even an inch. you try once more...same result.

"ken..." you whisper, wrapping your arms around yourself. no response. "kento..."

he doesn't budge. you're tempted to just get up and go grab another blanket, but your husband, despite his seriousness, can get quite pouty when you do that. so you tap him hard instead sure to jab him in the spot you know is his most sensitive. this seems to do the trick as he grunts in response.

"I'm cold," you tell nanami and he sits up quickly, realizing what he's done. his pajama top hangs off one shoulder. his blonde hair is pointing every which way and sleep is heavy on his eyelids, threatening to weigh him down again any minute.

"I'm sorry, love," nanami speaks, voice rough and deep with exhaustion, but the sincerity in his apology clear.

then he's throwing the blanket back over you both. only he adds in a little extra warmth as he wraps his arm around your waist and throws a large leg over your body.

nanami buries his face in your neck, adjusting himself so that he can be as close to you as possible. only a few seconds pass before you hear his light snoring behind you. and you know the warmth you feel is from more than just his touch.

[moonymirah]

there’s a little boy staring up at you.

he has a dull expression but he seems entirely content and occupied sucking on a lolly while a tiny hand of his is buried inside his father’s big one.

“megumi. greet her.”

you take in toji’s stern but soft voice and smile at the child as he continues to stay still. megumi lets the air linger for a couple seconds before he decides to bring the candy out of his mouth.

“hello.”

waiting for a few more seconds it struck you that that was all he was planning to say. but it was ok. he just seemed to be a boy of few words.

“oh, hi. it’s so nice to meet you.”

you’d hoped the expression on your face reassured him that he had no reason to worry as you noticed his hand grip tighter against toji’s.

a simple nod was all you got before you heard toji speak up.

“i know this is a first date but i wanted to introduce you to him.”

his words were simple and clear.

your heart could only throb as you took in the sight before you; a little boy who was stuck to his fathers’s side, a hint of wariness in his eyes before he quickly averted his gaze.

this must be new to him and you internally winced at the thought of him thinking you were trying to take his father away from him.

but you greatly respected toji for bringing along his child — it was a straightforward and easy move to show you how important megumi was to him.

“and i’m happy you did. i’m looking forward to getting to know you better. the both of you.”

the slight small raise in the younger boy’s eyebrow only had you widening your smile before you caught him stare for a little longer than before; a tint of pink appearing on his cheeks.