Izumi

Average demon slayer enjoyer

[nekophy]

Hades Al & Persephone Luci (Pt 1)

First meeting to speedrun marriage proposal 💅

As per my previous post- here's that Hades x Persephone AU lol I know the vote said Hades!Luci & Persephone!Al, but after adding it up with twt, This version won- so they get to be illustrated first skksks 🏃‍♂️

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[veejiez]

THE HORNIEST

↳ GOJO さとる + fem!reader

Summary : Horny!Gojo needs you so bad, he's insatiable. A menace.

Warnings : minors do not read/interact : smut/explicit content, it's very horny lol, not proofread, c*mshots and creampies, unprotected sex, multiple rounds, implied drunk sex

Note : lmk if you want more horny gojo lol 👍 reqs open!! anyways lol the title cracks me up. he ain't the strongest he's the horniest :(

Horny!Gojo introduces himself to you in the flirtiest way possible, cooing a sweet and drunk "Who invited the goddess?" into your ear. He's sat on the couch with you, one night at a stupid frat party. Starstruck by you. And your reciprocation made his chest feel fluttery for the first time in years. It also made his dick stand up in his pants.

Horny!Gojo leans into you for the whole night, whispering flirty things and dirty jokes into your ear like his mind is a factory pumping them out. You match his playful energy so well, he says "I think we're made for each other."

Horny!Gojo has his sharp eyes wandering to your thighs, then your shoulders, then your lips as you speak — and he licks his lips to wet them.

Horny!Gojo showers you in compliment after compliment, relishing in your reactions and getting greedier; he needs to get you alone. "Wanna go someplace quieter?" he has to shout over the music to ask you.

Horny!Gojo assures you with cocky confidence, "Yeah, I could make you cum. Aw, don't give me that eyeroll, it's turning me on. I know for a fucking fact I could make you cum. I could make those eyes roll back. I could make your legs shake."

Horny!Gojo squeezes your hand tightly when he leads you upstairs, and giggles with you as the two of you escape into a quiet, empty bedroom. His heart is panging so hard in his chest. His body feels electric. He's so horny it's the only thing he can focus on.

Horny!Gojo whimpers when you crash your lips into his. He starts making out wildly with you like he's a sex-deprived loser. Because he is. A sex-deprived, touch-starved college boy.

Horny!Gojo hits those deep, hard strokes with no breaks just to destroy you. He never lets up. Never stops to have a breather or lets you catch your own breath. "Working up a sweat b—abyyy? Too much dick stuffing your little cunt? Yeah? Is it too much? Too big? Too deep? Fuck, you're gonna squeeze my dick off, haha, calm down. It's just a little dirty talk."

Horny!Gojo murmurs into your ear, "All I wanna do is make you finish over and over again." desperation and conviction in his voice. He really just wanted to fuck you into bliss, have you dumb on his fat cock, have you squirming and whimpering and going feral for him.

Horny!Gojo pins you down like a beast but also pounds into you like he's the bitch in heat. "Oh my god oh my god yes yes yes fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckkkk that pussy's so fuckin' gooooodddd" he's a mess, just swearing and moaning like a broken record.

Horny!Gojo almost sobs your name into your mouth when he cums, draining every drop of cum that he's worked up for you in the past hour.

Horny!Gojo turns his creampies into whipped cream with his thrusts, smacking his hips so hard into you that you feel his balls slap against your ass. They're so heavy and full, makes you think that if you weren't on birth control you'd definitely get knocked up with just one of his fat nuts.

Horny!Gojo goes round after round, becoming a melting sweaty mess of a man and feeling his muscles tire out. He pins you to the bed with his whole weight, and gives you his all just to show off a little.

Horny!Gojo has such a strained but enthusiastic voice after fucking you into next year with his dick. "Wow... that pussy's so fucking creamy." he grins toothily. A sweat drop beads off his cheek. His bangs are stuck messily to his forehead, some brushed to the side.

Horny!Gojo is insatiable, he calls you long after the party, over and over, shows up at your door and relishes in how his horniness rubs off on you. He's always a giggly mess in bed with you.

Horny!Gojo needs you so bad some days that he comes to you straight after his workout at the gym, no shower just sweaty gym boy abs, and fucks you as a way to "push his limits" for like three hours.

Horny!Gojo needs to cum everywhere he can. It's like he has a cumshot checklist. Thighs? Yes. Tummy? Yes. Ass? Yes. Chest? Yes. Face? Yes. Pussylips? Yes. Hands? Yes. In your panties? Yes.

Horny!Gojo is so fucking cute when he kisses you after sex, nuzzling your neck like a cat and telling you how good you treat him with that five star pussy.

Horny!Gojo jerks himself alone when you can't come over :( always to you, of course. Sexts like a menace. He's a bit too good at it.

Horny!Gojo gets so pussy drunk sometimes that he begs you to become his wife. His dick feels so raw and sensitive but he keeps squeezing it into that tight hole of yours.

Horny!Gojo is obsessed with you, mind body and soul. Just the sight of you and sound of you makes his dick stand up. And then he's whisking you off your feet and frantically throwing you onto the bed, and you're giggling at your horny boyfriend— oh... when did that happen? Hm. Well now he's your boyfriend.

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[he-calls-me-kitten]

Dirty Dozen (ft. +2)

GN! MC x Pervert! OM Characters

(Cause y'all seemed to love the first one omg. Also TW: I made everyone wayy more sleazy and nasty than before so read at your own risk. MInors DNI)

Pervert! Mammon who likes to ask you for something specifically when your hands are full. "MC, lend me a few Grimm could ya?" He asks when you're in the middle of cooking.

"My hands are covered in cake batter, just take some from my back pocket."

"Are you sure it's there? Let me check both pockets." He isn't so much searching for coins as much as he's feeling and practically groping your ass. Seriously you start to wonder how it's taking him 20 minutes to find something that's right there.

Pervert! Solomon who keeps his room colder than usual when you come over for magic lessons.

"Is it too cold for you MC? I apologise, I kept it this way because some of the potions have bad reactions to heat but if you'd like-"

"I'm absolutely fine, Solomon. You worry about me too much." You smile at him reassuringly, not noticing how his eyes are so eagerly trained at your nipples perking up through your thin t-shirt.

Boner Bonus points if you allow him to hug you for some warmth. His fingers will definitely brush against your chest more than once.

Pervert! Beel who seems to make a mess whenever he's trying to help you in the kitchen. "I'm so sorry, MC. I didn't mean to spill it on your hands!"

"It's okay Beel, it's just some cream and syrup. I can just wash it off right away."

"But it's such a waste. Please allow me." He starts to thoroughly lick your fingers and you shake your head and let him knowing his fixations on food.

But he can't help it - you taste so good. He secretly wonders what you might taste like down there, drooling at the thought.

Pervert! Levi who has taken to sitting on pillows Japanese style while gaming and offers you the same. Sure enough you don't even suspect an ulterior motive.

"Did you get inspired by some human world anime again? Careful though - your legs and butt will start to cramp after a while."

"MC you're too gracious! Caring so much for an otaku like me!"

After you leave, he promptly takes the pillow you were sitting on and puts it in his bathtub. He's going to sleep on it ofc. Your scent on it helps him jerk off better.

Pervert! Belphie who now asks you to rub his belly till he falls asleep. "What's so funny?" He asks as you giggle at his request.

"Since when do you need help falling asleep?"

"I care about the quality of my sleep. And I sleep better this way."

Fortunately you believe him and don't suspect that it's because it's the closest he can get you to fondling his dick. He has such a difficult time holding in his moans and hard ons, every time your hands go even a bit lower than usual.

Pervert! Barbatos who got into sewing clothes as a hobby and specifically likes making them for you now. But you never understand why he needs to take same measurements over and over again.

"Oh? This is a different kind of design, MC. So the measurements will vary from before."

"Always making new things aren't you? You never fail to suprise Barbatos." You smile at him admiring.

The tightening of the tape around your chest and crotch are subtle. He can hardly keep it together when you praise him after all. But he has to if he wants to skim his hands over your body like this again.

Pervert! Diavolo who takes you on such long drives that you always doze off in the front seat, waking up apologetic for missing so much of the journey.

"Hahaha, it's okay, MC. We've been on this same road lots of times. I assure you, you didn't miss anything. And I like that you feel safe to sleep in my presence."

"But still, I'm so sorry, it feels disrespectful..." You apologize, not even knowing how hard he is in his pants right now.

Afterall, he can keep squeezing your beautiful thighs, maybe let his hands wander between them and imagine himself fucking you in the back seat as much as he wants, when you're asleep.

Pervert! Simeon who will have noone except you as his muse for art classes. And the themes just keep getting more erotic each time.

"Are you sure you're okay with this, MC? You don't have to do it if you're not comfortable-"

"Nonsense, Simeon. I feel super comfortable if it's you. You're a true artist after all." You say as you lay on his bed wrapped up only in bedsheets, exposing your entire back and legs.

If only you knew, this angel has thoughts dirtier than most demons. How he's practically fucking you with his eyes. How he's definitely going to jerk off into those bedsheets, moaning your name.

Pervert! Satan who loves teaching you things - standing right behind you, guiding your hands to make latte-art, or trying a new style of painting.

"That's it, nice and slow. Look how much you've improved, MC." He beams at the cute kitty in the coffee cup.

"All thanks to you, Satan. I can't wait to learn more from you." You smile at him earnestly.

He almost feels guilty for tricking you this way, but the way your hands feel in his, and your ass feels against his groin is so addicting. One of these days, he wishes could teach you to be on all fours and take his length in your pretty little mouth.

Pervert! Asmo who loves keeping your eyes on him and noone else. From elaborate performances to petty staring contests, he cannot have enough of your gaze.

"Oh you're turning red in the face, Asmo. Did I manage to flutter the heart of the Avatar of Lust?" You lean forward smiling.

"You're my only weakness after all, MC. It's your fault for making me this way." He almost moans.

You laugh and mock apologize at his antics but you don't know he's been grinding like an animal on his seat, and creamed his pants under your innocent gaze. Your undivided attention just turns him on so much.

Pervert! Lucifer who makes his desires too obvious sometimes. He'll regret it in the morning and take you to dinner to apologize but not until he's already done something dirty.

"Lucifer, it's 2 am. You need to throw away that coffee and sleep." You're practically dragging him to bed.

"Fine. I'll go sleep if you'll stay in my room tonight." He says knowing you'll comply. You care too much for your own good. He's not even going to let you sleep on the couch, no you have to stay wrapped up in his arms.

You might wake upto him groaning your name in his sleep and you might mistake it for a nightmare - not knowing how he's balls deep inside you in his dreams.

Pervert! Thirteen who likes how excited you get over her newest inventions and keeps making more things to call you over.

"And this little baby and can throw pie at people's faces without ever missing. Guaranteed headshot." She smiles proud.

"This would be so useful in a cafeteria food fight and then get banned right after its glory. But I so wanna use it!" You whine.

She loves how much you appreciate her inventions. She is secretly working on a 'pleasure' device scented like her to give you - she hopes you'll like it just as much.

Pervert! Mephisto who is actually taken aback by your duality. You're such a mischievous little imp usually but turn so well-mannered in front of Diavolo's esteemed guests.

"So even you can be prim and proper sometimes? If only you could maintain this on the daily." He huffs.

You laugh and mock-bow in front of him. "Of course, anything for you my dearest lord. Would you like to dance with this proper human while you can?"

He blushes at the sudden offer. Why you little- how dare you tempt him like this. You can't complain about him gripping you somewhere improper or too tight. You deserve this for your attitude.

Pervert! Raphael who is still navigating new feelings of lust he's never felt before he met you. Why his heart skips every time you fall asleep on his shoulder or why he felt a sudden warmth at the pit of his stomach feeling you breath so softly into his neck.

"Thank you for helping me tidy the classroom, MC. I didn't even know where the cleaning supplies were."

"That's alright. It's more fun with two people anyway and wait Raphael there's a bucket over the-" The fresh bucket of water already spilled splashing all over both of you.

You immediately fetched a towel to help him dry up but he couldn't stop staring at you instead. With the uniform sticking to your body like and the water glistening on your exposed skin - why was he so enthralled? Why does he feel a strange pulsing between his legs as you hover over him?

[demonvibez]

A Midnight Encounter - Part 2

Characters: [Asmodeus / Beelzebub / Belphegor / Diavolo] x F! Reader Word Count: 5.1k+ Rating: Teen [Suggestive Themes] Tags: suggestive/sexual themes, making out, light petting/groping, chest play, reader = she/her pronouns, each demon has a lil backstory, possessive demons A/N: Thanks for all of the love on part one! Part two is just a tad more suggestive than part one, due to a couple of the demons involved. Hope you enjoy! ♡

[Part Two of Two - Read Part One Here]

It was late at night in the House of Lamentation, and you had just finished preparing yourself for bed. You had finished your homework for the day, as well as your nighttime routine, and it was time for you to settle down. Just as you sit down on the edge of your bed, you start thinking about how it would be nice to have a quick little snack before you turn in to sleep for the night. Picking up your DDD from the nightstand, you check the time to see just how late it was. You decide that it was probably late enough for everyone to be asleep, and it was safe to venture out into the house alone with what you are wearing - a skimpy spaghetti strap tank top and tiny shorts that leave little to the imagination. You push yourself up off the bed and cross the room, making your way towards the door. Leaving your bedroom door open, you make your way towards the kitchen next door . . .

Asmodeus is on the way back from an extremely exhausting day with Solomon, having run errands all across the Devildom with him. He pours himself through the front door with a dramatic flair, a loud pouty whine and a sigh escaping his lips before he tosses his jacket onto the coat rack and makes his way towards the kitchen. He knows that what he needs to end such a draining day is to just relax and sink into his night time routine before settling down to get his beauty sleep. As he saunters across the hallway, he pulls his DDD out of his front pocket, opening it up and haphazardly scrolling through it while he mindlessly walks to the kitchen. He just needs to pop by real quick to get a little potion to add to his face mask for the night - he deserves it after the filthy mess that Solomon dragged him through today! How rude of him~! 

Solomon had originally invited Asmo out under the guise of going to a "social club" up in the human realm. The pair had originally asked if you wanted to go along with them, to hang out and get some fresh sun on your skin, but you had prior arrangements to bake and have tea with the Angels over at Purgatory Hall. Unfortunately for Asmo you had to decline - and he really wishes you hadn't! Without you there, it was just awful! Turns out it was no social club at all! Asmo was tricked into going to that stuffy Sorcerer's Society where he had to listen to Sol talk to some crusty old men for several hours. After that, the group of sorcerers dragged poor Asmo out to a remote village, where they spent half of their evening hiking around a mountain in search of a hippogryph they wanted him to use his powers to charm. It was absolutely horrible! No place for someone like the Avatar of Lust to be showing his pretty face~! 

All in all, it had been a very exhausting day for Asmodeus. He would normally do his quick routine after experiencing a day like today, but he thought tonight he definitely deserves an extra little treat~! Little did he know that once he reaches the kitchen doorway, however, that a different type of treat would be waiting before him. He almost doesn't notice you standing there at first, his attention deep within his own Devilgram feed, but seeing your gentle form gracefully searching around the kitchen in the middle of the night makes him do a double take. His sunset colored eyes begin to sparkle pink with lust as they take in every inch of you, every subtle little curve accentuated by your adorable little pajamas that he would love to see you wearing more often. He watches as you take a pack of Hell Sauce Flavored Instant Noodles from the top of one of the cupboards, your tiny little cotton shorts riding up just so slightly that the curve of your cheeks peek out from beneath them - just enough to toy with his mind. 

Asmodeus can't help but to wonder to himself if you know exactly what you're doing to him - if you know how easily you can charm beings from all three realms as if you are the Avatar of Lust, and not him. How you don't even need magic to make Lust itself weak for you, just merely existing near him is enough to make him go feral. Do you even know how much he thinks about you? How he is just utterly obsessed with you? Can he really even be called self-centered if his mind is only filled with you? Asmo never knew he could feel like this - that he could not only have such powerfully passionate feelings for another person, but that he would also see his sin in an entirely new light. Just as he is seeing you in an entirely new light. Don't you know how gorgeous you look right now? The way the light from the fire on the stove illuminates your flawless face, cascading down each of your perfect curves and making your natural beauty glow in the middle of the kitchen. He can't help but to drink you in with his eyes, memorizing every inch of your body left exposed by your little outfit. Oh how he wishes you would dress like this for him more often. You look so good when you show off your body like this, he has about a hundred outfits he'll give you if you want. He'd love to dress you up in them, right before slowly stripping them off of you, worshipping you every step of the way...

Eyes glowing pink and mind full of lust, Asmodeus glides over to you and pulls you into his embrace right as you notice his presence, before you are even able to speak. 

"Well, isn't it nice seeing you here, muffin," he says as he squeezes you, leaning down to press light little kisses into your neck. "I would have come home sooner if I knew such a delicious little snack was awaiting me in the kitchen," he whispers as he kisses his way up to your ear, his hands gently teasing and caressing your body as you turn into putty under Asmo's touch. One of his hands snakes it's way up the front of your shirt as the other holds you firmly in place against him, a soft moan escaping your lips as he gently plays with your breasts, his plush lips nibbling on your ear. Your eyes flutter shut, your mind eager to let go and let the sensations take you over, when Asmo suddenly pulls away. You let out a small whine and turn around to face him. He grabs you by the hips and chuckles.

"You're too adorable when you pout," he says as his lips finally caress yours, the kiss light at first but building in passion and intensity as the lust continues to build between the two of you. Suddenly Asmo realizes that he has no idea when your tongue entered his mouth - he is just so consumed with you, he didn't even notice. Your hands begin to roam up and down his body, small moans escaping from the both of you. Asmo can't help but to wrap his arms around you and pull you in tighter, pressing his hips into yours as he grabs your ass. There is so much lust built up between the two of you, he can't even tell which of you it belongs to anymore. You run your hands through his strawberry blonde hair, noticing his demon form when your fingers graze one of his horns, and the whimper you elicit from him along with it. You slowly start to stroke it, massaging as you kiss him, low moans rumbling from his throat with each stroke. The pace of your kisses slow down until you finally pull away.

"Aren't you just the most precious little human ever," he said, pulling you up to carry you, your legs instinctually wrapping around his waist as you frantically grab at securing your hold around his neck and tugging his hair a little. He lets out a light giggle. Everyone always forgets how strong he is!

"Don't worry, honey. I've got you. We can finish up this little party in my room~♡" he says in a sultry tone, carrying you out of the kitchen and up to his room.  

Of course Beelzebub, the Avatar of Gluttony, would never miss one of his infamous midnight snack raids. Tonight, however, Beelzebub is feeling the effects of his sin a bit harder - he had a particularly rough fangol practice that day, so he feels even more ravenous than he normally does. He usually enjoys his days playing fangol, the extreme workouts coupled with intense competition making it so Beelzebub can really let loose and blow off some steam. Today's practice, though, was no normal scrimmage match. Instead, a few of his teammates had decided to play a prank on the school's rival team, resulting in them being disqualified from District Championships. Of course, the coaches were nothing less than infuriated. Before practice even started, the entirety of RAD had been called to assembly and lectured by their Head Coach on proper student conduct - with a half hour interlude from Lucifer about respect. After that, the coaches took the entire team out to the Colosseum to run laps around it. When the laps were done, they had to do endless drills, and Beelzebub wasn't even given a snack break for any of this. He didn't even partake in the prank! He was out at Madame Scream's with you trying the newest flavor of Blood Macarons! But here he was, doing tackle drills until he drops, without a single little bag of Spicy Newt Chips. 

It is far past dinner time when his coaches dismiss his team. Beel makes his way home and through the front door of the House, dropping his duffle bag right inside the door before starting his shuffle towards the kitchen. With each step forward, Beel can't help but to fantasize about Shadow Goose Burgers and Deep-Fried Devil Zebra, his mouth starting to water as his stomach rumbles abnormally loudly. He finally arrives in the kitchen, crossing over towards the fridge, ripping the door open with urgency and pulling out the first item he sees. He doesn't care if the food is marked for a later date, whether it's leftovers or ingredients for a recipe - Beel was starving and he was gonna consume every little bit of food in sight. He doesn't usually like to indulge in his sin like this, always feeling immense guilt after his binges are over, but today he feels he deserves it. He restrained himself all day, put up with his coaches' punishments, and didn't fly into a rampage a single time. He earned this midnight binge in his eyes, and he really didn't care if it meant he would have to pay to replace the entire kitchen tomorrow. Hell, even if Lucifer strings him up, it will be worth it if he can satisfy some of this unrelenting hunger.

A few minutes later, you make your way to the kitchen, pausing in the doorway to see Beelzebub standing in the glow of the refrigerator. The door is ajar as he pulls various food items out, opening them up and tossing them into his mouth without a care in the Devildom. You can't help but to crack a tiny smile as you watch him, finding the sight of him eating an entire Eclipse Mince Pie in one bite too adorable. Anyone else would be mad, seeing as that was supposed to be tomorrow evening's dinner, but you just love seeing that warm smile on the Avatar of Gluttony's face. Beelzebub pulls a Devil Crush Mango Parfait out of the fridge, tearing off the cling wrap and turning up the glass to pour its contents into his mouth, the parfait dribbling down his lips and chin in the process. 

You can't help but to let out a small giggle, which causes Beel to stop what he's doing and finally turn to look at you, his eyes widening slightly and his hand losing grip of the parfait when he sees how you're dressed. The sound of glass shattering fills the room and a blush creeps over Beel's face at the realization of the lost dessert. Suddenly, another realization dawns on him - he's not hungry for food anymore. He wipes his face on the back of his jacket sleeve before slamming the refrigerator door shut with one hand, stepping over the shattered parfait to walk over to you. He stops in front of you, his large frame towering above as he looks down at you with his violet eyes and rosy cheeks.  Your name escapes his lips in a low, grizzly tone, causing your heart rate to speed up just a little. "You really look beautiful tonight," he says, always being honest with what he thinks and feels about you. His eyes scan you up and down once more before the blush on his cheeks deepen, creeping down onto his neck. 

His arms reach out and wrap around you, pulling you closer to his body. The look you give him when you look up at him, along with your tiny little hands resting on his chest, are all he needs to give in to his desire and lean down to kiss you.  The feel of your body against his, the taste of your lips on his tongue, Beel can't help but to think he's in the Celestial Realm all over again. Your lips are sweeter than Celestial Chocolate and he feels himself getting more and more addicted to the taste with each kiss. The Avatar of Gluttony often talks with his mouth full, and just like when he eats, he can't help but to sing your praises as he pours his love for you into every kiss.

"Mmm...ou're so am-zngly 'ewiciousss," he says, refusing to break contact with your lips. 

You giggle against his lips, your hands roaming his chest and abs before snaking their way around the back of his neck and up through his fiery orange hair. You can still taste the hints of mango on his tongue when it brushes past your lips to meet yours, and you swear Devil Crush Mango tastes better this way. His hold on you tightens slightly, causing your feet to lift off the ground in his embrace, his kisses as sloppy and ravenous as he previously was for food. After a few more moments, you finally pull away, breathing heavily with a smile on your face. As you catch your breath, Beelzebub looks at you with those adorable puppy dog eyes of his.

"I think I'm hungry for you right now...can we continue this in your room? Please?" And before you can finish nodding and telling him your affirmative, Beel is picking you up and carrying you to your room. He doesn't even care about the state of the kitchen or the broken parfait on the floor - he can deal with his brothers yelling tomorrow if he gets to feast on you now.

Belphegor had slept through dinner, hidden away in a crevice of the House of Lamentation where none of his brothers could find him, his DDD on ‘Do Not Disturb.’ He had a particularly annoying day today, and he just wanted to snooze it away peacefully and without interruption.

It all started this morning when Lucifer was nagging him at breakfast - the eldest was complaining about the state of the attic, ranting about how the Avatar of Sloth needed to keep it clean if he intended on keeping it as a second room for himself. Then his brothers started arguing over the idea that Belphie has a 'second room' - Asmodeus wanting to expand his closet, Leviathan needing new shelves for all of his various collections, they kept rambling on and on as Belphie tried falling back asleep for a few more minutes, only to be awakened by the shattering of a plate thrown by Satan. He knew it was going to be a long day at that moment. 

It was only made worse by the fact that Mammon was being extra greedy with you all day, and Belphie felt like he has barely gotten to see you at all. Every time he would approach you and try to talk to you, even if it was something for class, Mammon would find a way to butt in and steal you. It really pisses Belphegor off thinking about how his brothers always steal you away from him. When he made his pact with you, he meant every single word of what he said. He wants to be closer to you than anyone, and it upsets him when his idiot brothers get in his way of accomplishing that. He'd do anything to constantly bask in the warm sunlight of your attention and affection. He wants nothing more than to just have you all to himself - to steal you away to the attic and lock you both in there, napping away the world and living a beautiful life together in the dream realm. 

But of course, he can't do that. You would never be happy just sleeping your life away. And as much as he tried to get your attention today, apparently it just wasn't in the stars for him.  His brothers were always going to be in your life, occupying your time and stealing you away from him. Especially Mammon. Which usually, he doesn't generally mind his brothers much. But when it comes to you, everything is different. You're their precious human. The human that made him see the entire world differently. The human that had extinguished the fire of hatred that had been burning inside of him for thousands of years. You mean the world to him - his human, his first love, his starlight, his everything. And when he gets denied access to you - especially from his scummy older brother that he swears still doesn't trust him with you - he can't help but shake the feeling of emptiness inside of him. 

The Avatar of Sloth doesn't like it when he can't get his way. He wants what he wants, and what he wants is you, and he wants you now. But...sadly, he can't have you now. Because, of course, Stupid Mammon has you roped into helping him with one of his side gigs for the afternoon, and he has no clue what time you'll be back. Sulking off up the stairs with is favorite cow pillow under one arm, Belphie went to go slumber in one of his best kept secret hiding places. He dozes off to the dream realm to see you in his memories, hopeful of seeing the real you when he wakes up.

Hours pass, and Belphegor awakens from his prolonged nap. He pulls his DDD out of his jacket pocket to look at the time, seeing how late it is before putting it back - definitely past dinner time. His stomach grumbles, and he pauses for a moment to observe it, trying to figure out if the feeling is from himself or his twin. His stomach rumbles louder, this time with a certain empty pain, and he decides he must be the one that is hungry. He climbs out of his hiding spot and decides he might as well hit up the kitchen to see if his twin has left him anything. As he makes he way down the hall, pillow in his hold once again, he can't help but to reminisce over the dream he had while he was asleep - it was a memory of the two of you cuddling under the stars on his (and his twin's) birthday.  He'll never forget the way you looked under the light of the Devildom moons that night. He wouldn't trade that memory for anything. 

Belphie makes quick work of making his way downstairs, turning the corner and making his way straight to the kitchen. 'Maybe I should go see if she's home after I eat' he thought to himself, 'sneak into her bed and cuddle if she's asleep.' He approaches the door, seeing the light cascading from the door frame, assuming his twin is awake and feeling the same pangs of hunger as he is. Right before he walks into the room, he stops himself, his violet eyes widening as he sees you. Instead of approaching you immediately, he slinks back into the shadows, deciding to observe you from afar for a few moments.

He takes in every inch of you with his eyes as you prepare yourself a bowl of Cinnamon Hell Flakes, the memory burning into his mind at the rare sight of you wearing such skimpy little pajamas. He's never seen you like this before. Sure, he's slept in your bed hundreds of times, but you're usually in baggy pajamas or you're wearing your day clothes, caught up in his midday naps. He's never seen you wear anything so tantalizing. The way your tank top hugs your breasts, the way your shorts shape your ass and expose your thighs, tempting him to want to see more...

Do you even know how much of a tease you're being? You don't, do you? Before you can take a single bite of your cereal, he drops his pillow down and sneaks up behind you, wrapping both his arms and tail around you. He buries his face in your shoulder and starts to pepper your skin with kisses, nipping little bites here and there, not wanting to bite down too hard but being sure to leave tiny little marks. The more he breathes in your scent, the more he just wants to possess you. His kisses get a little bit rougher, more frantic as his lips trail their way up your neck. You can't help but to want to give in to Belphegor's touch, dropping your spoon onto the counter as your eyes flutter closed. A soft moan escapes your lips as his hands slide up the front of your shirt, your breath hitching as he nibbles your earlobe and whispers your name.

"I've been wanting you all day, but you've been busy entertaining my idiot brothers," he said. Suddenly, you feel his tail slide up and around your waist as his hand pulls your chin to look up at him. "You're gonna make it up to me right," he said in a low tone, his lips finally crashing onto yours, his kisses needy, passionate and intense. You match his intensity, pouring just as much passion into the kiss, both of you letting out little moans and wanting more. You break the kiss, turning around in his hold.

"Let's go the the attic," you suggest as you wrap your arms around his neck. Belphegor will be making sure the two of you didn't actually get any sleep for a while tonight.

Lord Diavolo was over at the House of Lamentation late at night. Earlier Barbatos had rushed into his office with an abnormally large stack of paperwork, and an earful of complaints from the Nobles, so he went over to the House to recruit Lucifer’s help and start working on the pressing matter. The three of them had locked themselves away in Lucifer’s private study for the last few hours, toiling away with form after form, eager to reach a solution together that would please everyone. Diavolo can feel himself begin to go a bit stir crazy as time continues to pass like molasses - he needs a break, and he needs it now. Barbatos offers to stop and make the Young Master some of his favorite tea, but he politely declines his butler - Diavolo needs to stretch his legs and get some air. He reassures the other two that he will be fine, they can continue working - he is just going to take a quick stroll around the House and be right back. 

Taking his leave from the secret study, Diavolo begins to wander around the halls of the House of Lamentation. He is usually here on business and doesn’t get to just hang out much, so it’s nice for him to be able to see more of the mansion at his own leisure. It’s a shame for him that everyone is asleep at this hour, for he would love to join in on your chaos with the brothers - but he’ll enjoy this rare moment all the same. Speaking of the House’s inhabitants, his mind couldn’t help but to wander to think only of you. As he mindlessly makes his way down the stairs, he can't help but to wonder how you’re faring in his realm. 'Are you happy here? Is there anything you need?' He hopes you know you can always come to him when you need something. Just say the word and he won't hesitate to give you anything you could possibly desire. 'Are you lonely? No...probably not. You have the brothers, after all...'

Diavolo rarely gets to see you alone. Thinking about this, he lets out a small annoyed huff as he reaches the bottom of the stairs, crossing his arms across his chest. It's not lost on him that almost every moment of your waking hours are occupied by one of the Seven Avatars of Sin. As much as he loves his best friend, and his 6 rowdy younger brothers, he couldn't help but to feel a small thorn of envy pierce at his heart when he thinks about the connection you have with the demon brothers. A connection he may never have with you, given the nature of the seven pacts you hold with them. It's as if that shiny, perfect soul you have is intertwined with theirs, and for political reasons, he may never be able to have that with you. You, the adorable human that stumbled into the Devildom and danced your way right to his heart without even trying. The one that charms beings from all three realms so effortlessly. The one that treats him like he can be normal and do "normie things" (as Leviathan calls it), instead of just treating him like some stuffy royal you are forced to associate with. He feels like you really see him, and every time he thinks about you his love for you grows. A twinge of insecurity sneaks into the back of his mind, for he has no idea how you truly feel about him. You're always so busy with the brothers, getting pulled into various shenanigans all across the Devildom with them, he feels like he never gets enough time with you. Sometimes he wishes you would just tell the brothers off and run away to his Castle so that he can make you fully his and pamper you. He wants so badly to make you his princess, he'll do almost anything.  

Just as the thoughts were swirling around in the Young Prince's mind, he began to hear a clatter coming from down the hallway. Raising an eyebrow, Diavolo began to press forward, curious to see what the cause of the noise was. He pauses by your door, seeing it open and turning his head to look inside, quickly scanning to find it empty. He raises an eyebrow, finding it odd that you wouldn't be safely tucked in your bed at such a late hour. Continuing towards his original destination, he stops again in the doorway when he sees you, and in that moment the icy thorn of jealousy and loneliness in his chest starts to melt away into something warmer. Only in his fantasies has he seen you dressed in something like this. Fantasies of the two of you tangled in his silk sheets, sharing the most intimate moments of lust and love together before falling asleep in each other's arms. He had no idea when he left Lucifer's study to take a break that he would get so lucky as to run into you like this. He can't help the dark blush that dusts across his face, his golden eyes smoldering as he takes in your appearance. He unfolds his arms and holds them outwards to you, hoping you will hug him as he says your name.

"I didn't expect to see you up this late." You walk up to him and wrap your arms around him, immediately getting engulfed in one of his famous warm hugs. He's so much larger than you are, and the feeling of his arms wrapping around you and holding you close as your chest presses against his make you want to melt. His cologne smells so intoxicatingly good that you almost forgot he had said something to you.

"I wasn't expecting to see you here either, Dia," you finally reply to him, slightly flustered. 

Diavolo's heart starts to beat faster at the sound of you calling him such a cute little nickname. He looks down at you with a fond smile, and he can't help but to seize the moment when he sees the look in your eyes, assuring him you may return some of his feelings. He leans down and finally presses his lips to yours, your eyes fluttering shut as you wrap your arms around his neck. You feel his large hands slide down your back, his hold on you growing possessive. Much to his surprise however, you nibble on his bottom lip before sliding your tongue across it, asking for entrance. You wanted to deepen the kiss, and of course he would always oblige you.  As you feel his tongue massage yours, you can't help but to let out a little moan, causing Diavolo's resolve to weaken that much more. You hear a small growl rumble from his chest, his hands sliding down to cup your ass and pick you up, your legs instantly squeezing around his waist as your hands slide into that soft red hair of his.  A few moments later and he breaks the kiss, setting you down on the kitchen island's counter while still keeping his hold on you. 

"I want nothing more than to take you back to my Castle, take you to my room, and keep you in my bed forever," he says, his golden eyes blazing with lust and love for you. You lean in to crash your lips against his once again, murmuring 'yes' and 'lets go' in between kisses. He reaches down to his pocket and pulls out his DDD to call Barbatos and tell him to portal you all home - having you in his bed tonight is far more important than some boring paperwork, Nobles be damned.

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[l3viat8an]

I want to sit on Diavolo’s face so fucking bad 

Nsfw ♛

Same nonnie, same <3

Diavolo himself wants you to sit on his face so fucking bad!!- it’s the first thing he insists on doing to ‘get you ready for his cock’.

He lays down on the bed and practically drags your body up to his face, desperate to get his mouth on you. Now don’t insult him by trying to hover or keep your weight off of him. Sit. On. His. Face.

If you still try to hold yourself up a bit, Diavolo will wraps his arms around your legs, fingers digging into your soft thighs and pull you down until your full weight is on him!!! He’ll be fine-

Eats you out like he’s starved-

Alternating between licking long, fat strips along your pussy getting as much of your slick as he can into his mouth to sucking harshly on your clit. It’s all sloppy as Diavolo practically makes out with your cunt, gently rocking your hips in time with his tongue.

Tests what you like more and then repeats that over and over until you’re a mess!! moaning ‘n whining his name, grabbing his hair just to ground yourself a bit and feeling him moan vibrate against your cult when you do-

He’ll be watching you the whole time too, eyes starring up at you so intensity it’s like he’s trying to burn your body into him mind. Especially when you cum all over his face- ‘so gorgeous when you’re lost in pleasure~’

Trying desperately to squirm away as he keeps your body in place, licking up every drop of your cum and then some.

You’re reminded of his slightly terrifying demonic strength when he won’t let you up….he doesn’t stop you with words, he just nips at the inside of your thigh as a warning and holds you down….his tongue almost lazily circling your clit to hear you cry out some more…

You’ll have to be crying from overstimulation or yank at his hair to get him to take his mouth off you- and even then he still doesn’t want to let you go…yet.

[godnectar]

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[nekophy]

Hades Al & Persephone Luci (Pt 1)

First meeting to speedrun marriage proposal 💅

As per my previous post- here's that Hades x Persephone AU lol I know the vote said Hades!Luci & Persephone!Al, but after adding it up with twt, This version won- so they get to be illustrated first skksks 🏃‍♂️

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[stellarfromthevastocean]

Yandere :OC Masterlist (1)

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...darling♡

Luke:(the omega)

orange juice

orange juice: enchanting night

Sheon:(the gold digger)

change of heart

change of heart: red-handed (?)

Rylle: (the prince)

regress

Micah :(The Guide)

100% perfect

Yuri : (The Emperor)

sweetheart

Theodore: (The Duke)

Paramour

Paramour: flower

Everett:(The Lover)

Paramour

Paramour: flower

Wren: (The Ex)

Barefoot

Otto: (The King)

The Exile

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[wrioluvr]

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nineteen; he/him; male/gn reader; top reader; both nsfw and sfw

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genshin, hsr, overwatch, mdzs, svsss, link click, the summer hikaru died, our life: beginnings and always

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☆ i'm unable to be mutuals with anyone on here since this is my side blog, sorry （>﹏<）thank u sm if u do drop a follow though, i appreciate it a lot ♡

☆ i don't really do requests since i find it really hard to write scenarios i'm not personally invested in, sorry! feel free to leave suggestions though! ♡

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nsfw are in red, fluff are in pink, slightly spicy stuff are in blue.

୨୧ - male reader, ➴ - gn reader

honkai: star rail ⊱☆⊰

୨୧dr ratio bottoming

୨୧coming out to luka, sampo and gepard

genshin ⊱✿⊰

୨୧wriothesley giving a handjob

୨୧power bottom wriothesley

sub yanderes ⊱♡⊰

୨୧slutty sub yan x himbo reader

୨୧slutty sub yan x himbo reader pt 2

➴inmate sub yan x prison warden reader

➴text messages with your cute bf

➴christmas special

vampire oc: kliff ⊱☽⊰

୨୧pt 1

୨୧pt 2

playboy oc: roman ⊱☆⊰

୨୧pt 1

miscellaneous ⊱♧⊰

୨୧aggressive househouseband drabbles

୨୧teaching cheating ceo boyfriend a lesson

[pervertedaydreams]

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kinktober day 5: bondage, cock-warming, and foot-humping

pairing: polyester x top/seme male reader x polyurethane

premise: you—a demon—strip away the angel twins' inflated egos

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polyester and polyurethane were nothing if not arrogant. the superiority they held over being self-proclaimed "new-gen" angels could be sensed a mile away. not a single opportunity was missed on their end to gloat about how much better they were than everyone around them. yet, for all their boasting, it was also the part of their life they had the least genuine passion about.

the twins treated ghost-hunting like a 9-5 and didn't care to tend to ghosts outside of their work hours. furthermore, they actually were rather neutral about them and their existence when they weren't being paid to take them out. 

that's how they met you. on a random night while strolling earth, they'd come across you in a random alleyway smoking a cigar. any other angel would've probably taken you down right then and there, not sparing a single moment to hear your pleas for mercy. however, when it came to the twins, they dismissed any otherworldly creature by simply shooing them away, and they would have done that same exact thing with you too when you started begging for your life.

but that's the thing: you never did. you were completely aware that they were angels—powerful angels at that—yet you didn't even take the time to spare them a second glance. who the hell did you think you were? did you not realize that you were basically scum compared to them? that reaction is what made you different from the rest and what made them swear to scare you straight the next time they saw you.

however, it seemed to be quite literally impossible to frighten you. no matter how many ghosts they annihilated in front of you, or how they showed the fear that came across those ghosts faces in their last moments, you never budged. eventually it got to the point where you started accusing them of wanting to see you, with how often they'd purposely find you just to try to prove a point. they obviously took offense to that, refusing to admit that their continuous torment was anything other than annoyance and their egos being slightly hurt.

you already knew before them that their questionable attachment to you wasn't for the reason they told you it was, so you did them the favor of helping them figure it out. 

in the course of time you finally got tired of their insults and failing attempts to reign superiority over you, taking it upon yourself to set them straight. yes, you were a demon, but that plain fact didn't make it impossible for you to tell when somebody was actually attracted to you, and it wasn't exactly hard to identify that in the twins. for hating you so much, they sure as hell liked to roam their eyes around your body—shamelessly, no less. 

both of them are absolute brats, though, so you weren't going to give them the satisfaction of touching them without breaking down their pride first. 

that's how the current situation at hand took place. one of their usual daily pestering sessions was initiating, but this time one thing led to another, resulting in both of them following you home. now you were on your couch with polyurethane on your cock and polyester at your foot. you promised to break their pride down, and you had no plans to go back on that vow.

it had been over half an hour of polyester being bound and gagged, endlessly humping your foot with lessening hope of ever reaching his high. polyurethane on the other hand, wasn't even given the chance to reach his climax. with you having cuffed his hands behind his back while he cock-warmed you, leaving him no possibility of balancing himself in case he even tried riding you.

both of them had believed that out of this "session" you would be the one left begging and pleading for them, but as time went by, and every minute stretched further, they realized that the complete opposite was taking place. only a bit over thirty minutes had passed, and their original objective was weakening by the second. how long would it take for you to actually fuck them? would you even fuck them?

polyurethane was the first to break. he just couldn't keep it together, not after the way you fingered him open to take your dick. he almost came merely from being prepped, and it was tearing at him that he couldn't get properly fucked by you solely because of his ego. 

"I-I'm sorry," he whispered out, hiding his head in the crook of your neck as if to hide his own shame. although you heard him, you feigned confusion, acting as if the words hadn't reached your ears. shifting your head to look at him, you let out a small hum. "sorry, what was that? I couldn't hear you."

"I'm sorry for my b-behavior," he said again, head still tucked into your neck. if he was going to start begging, he at least wanted to do it whilst not looking at you. polyurethane could feel his brother's piercing stare, almost capable of reading his exact thoughts. you're giving in?

but he didn't care, not anymore. he was sick of waiting, and keeping his mouth shut wasn't going to get you to touch him any sooner. "p-please fuck me," he whined, making a weak attempt to bring his ass down more on your cock. a small grin decorated your face as you gazed at his reddening face. he still wasn't looking at you, but that didn't make him feel any less humiliated.

"okay then," you responded, putting down the book previously placed in your palm and instead moving both of your hands to grab the angel's hips. after getting a firm grasp of him, you started thrusting upwards into his hole, setting a rough and fast pace. any prior plans to speak were immediately thrown out the window as he rang into a cascade of moans, not able to keep his noises down. 

due to your aggressive thrusts, the momentum of them traveled down your body until they reached your feet, causing you to indirectly push your leg onto polyester's penis. he used that propulsion to hump your foot better, knowing that it would probably be his best chance at getting to cum while in his current position. his frame shook as he bounced on your shoe, the sudden change of pressure causing him to let out a stifled moan around the gag in his mouth.

as you persisted on plunging into polyurethane, the need to see his face grew. it's not every day you get to pound the brains out of heaven's first-rate angel, and you'll be damned if you lose the opportunity to see his face during it. pulling one of your hands away from his hips, you gently placed it around his nape, forcing him to pull back from his hiding place and look you in the eyes. 

lord, you could look at that face all day. 

his cheeks were wet with tears, and a pair of puffy, blue eyes and a red nose resulting from the crying adorned his features. he was hiccuping as well, his whole figure jolting every time he did. you could genuinely take a photo of that expression of his and hang it up as a piece of art. he looked so sensitive, so fragile, so angel-like. and you were the reason for it. 

knowing that fact swelled your chest with pride. once you snapped out of the trance his appearance had placed you under, you leaned forward, smashing your lips together while keeping a firm grasp on the back of his head so he couldn't run away from the gesture. you continued pounding into him through the kiss, causing polyurethane to moan into your mouth as more tears began streaming down and decorating his face.

all polyester could do in the midst of this was watch. he didn't know whether to be envious of his younger sibling or excited knowing that his turn to take you was soon approaching. his walls contracted around nothing while looking up at the sight of you plunging into his brother. he wanted that; he wanted your cock so bad. 

polyester started aligning his grinds into your foot with the rhythm of you were pounding into polyurethane. his whines got louder as he felt himself nearing his high, tears starting to build up at the corners of the older angel's eyes. 

"a-aughh, I'm—I'm gonna cum!" polyurethane cried out, his eyes slowly traveling upwards and into the back of his head as his orgasm neared. you bit back a moan, feeling a knot in your own stomach forming. your thrusts started to get messier, chasing your own high while assisting the twins in reaching their own.

all it took was a few more snaps of your hips before polyurethane came all over himself, his semen spurting on his lower belly as a drawn-out moan left his throat. you shortly followed, emptying your own fluids inside of him until they overflowed, causing some of it to leak out of his ass. 

as you two began relaxing into each other, you felt polyesters frame shake around your leg, signalling his own release. small noises left him as he came all over your shoe, dirtying the material with his juices. you raised your hands to pat both of the twins' heads, letting them ease into the feeling of the delicate touch after their recent orgasms. 

"you two did well," you softly state, waiting for them to even out their breathing before making any attempts to move. polyurethane let out a groan while going to lay his temple on your chest; polyester let out heavy breaths as he moved his head to rest on your thigh the best he could. during their recovery period, it was clear they both shared the same thought.

'well, there goes our egos.'

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[saintxlaw]

Friction. [Polyurethane + Reader]

━╋ Summary: “Don’t scream or shout; I’m workin’ my way down…”

━╋ Contains: SMUUUTT, top!Polyurethane bc of the plot, plot=me, unprotected s3x, overstimulation, rough, like he’s putting her through concrete mattresses type😭, cursing, a dash of dumbification, dirty talk, praise, manhandling, fucked in a headlock, drooling, slight mind break, again this is INTENSE, squirting, hair pulling, dacryphilia, tummy bulges<33, he makes me so wet idk how to act, pussy spankingg, Poly has a d!ck piercing, Jacobs ladder to be specific, petnames

A/N: English is not my first language AAAND this is @strawberryraviegutz fault again😭for making me think about writing for just Polyurethane😭💔IM INNOCENT IN THIS I SWEARRR😭😭🕊️

Polyurethane always had bad a habit of going overboard.

From he and his brother’s very personal beef with the Anarchy sisters, to having their own look and the extremities that followed leading to nowww—

“M-mmph!”

The big hand tangled in your hair pushes your crying mouth deeper into the tear soaked pillows, slamming his hips hard against your flushed ass with a rough moan, stretching your crybaby pussy something vicious.

You were having such a hard time collecting yourself and Polyurethane hadn’t even got to put the little metal ball through his tongue to use. No, your current state was all thanks to a few newer piercings he thought would fit his aesthetic -and you- better.

“J-Jesusss…fuck!”

Oh, how right he was.

You feel him fat n’ heavy pounding away at your most sensitive spots, swiveling his hips and you gasp- shrill and needy when his piercings griiiind right up against your gooey walls; drooling cockhead fucking slobbery precum kisses against your g-spot. Your mind is fuzzy and blank, dripping down his cock and soaking his balls.

"Mmm...that’s it! O-ooh…she’s fuckin messyyy!" Polyurethanes other hand tightens around your hip as he hisses in pleasure in your ear, licking into it with a debauched hum while you sob, overwhelmed by sensations. Fortunately and unfortunately, you’d stay overwhelmed since Polyester wasn’t here to tell him to go easy on you.

Letting go of his grip on your hair, he loops a thick arm around your neck, bending your head back so he can lean over and see the spectacle he’s turned you into. Tears stream down your darkened cheeks, eyebrows pulled together like you’re about to really start bawling and you’re drooling so much it pools in the crevice of his arm as you gasp and cry with your eyes rolling into your empty head—completely fucked out.

Polyurethane takes his eyes off your face, past the stiff peaks of your tits to look one of his favorite things about you.

“Awww baby…” He coos when he sees it-

The outline of his dick in your guts.

Back n’ forth back n’ forth. Maddening.

You’re so pretty too, sooo good letting him fuck you the way he does. Making those sounds that make his mouth water- pliant and sweet- your pussy squelching after every nasty thrust. It used to be the sheer pressure that would fuck you up but now? The delicious balls of metal up the underside of his cock gouging out your insides have you losing your damn mind.

“O-oooh! Poly- cl-..!” Close. You’re so close. So is he.

Head lolling forward, too weak to hold it up, the angle makes it harder to breathe with his beefy arm around your throat but the lack of oxygen makes the sappy heat swirling through you that much sweeter.

Bringing a hand down to your slick throbbing clit, Polyurethane is cruel as he puts you out of your misery— strumming the bundle of nerves with fraying precision. Your teary eyes pop open, whines turn into wails so wrecked that he can taste his own orgasm. There’s one hard wet swat then two- directly on your pearl— Polyurethane railing your pussy like a slick fist when you black out; turning into a puddle of gurgled moans, you scream.

Like a ruptured geyser, you can’t stop fucking coming. Your release bursts out of you in a messy jet, the visceral intensity leaving you raw and breathless until you’re boneless.

Polyurethane fucks you through it, slamming his hard base against your soaked pussy lips in a filthy grind, hot and pulsing inside you. Heaving out a guttural moan, he gushes in frothy thick strings, filling you up until you’re dripping.

Your juices mix together while you pant, breathless. Polyurethane still lodged deep inside you as he presses a wet smooch to your cheek, holding your limp body up, tweaking one of your nipples as your ears ring, drooling and cockdrunk. Pretty and pathetic.

“Maybe we should get you some piercings of your own..”

*edging fic otw bc I’m nowhere near over him

[konknonbi]

i colored it 🖌️😍

he's feeling cutesy🎀

[konknonbi]

💋💋💋

inspired by this! yes it's from @/nekoboydreams

Sorry guys it's rushed, I'm going to be really busy this month that I won't have time to make art😭

[a-typical-nightowl]

Polyurethane's VA quoted a meme and I animated it as quick as possible

[lesly-oh]

She's got a way...

she got away

[sublime-angels-deactivated20260]

No words. I was gagged bye🥹