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Absolutely Canon Ghostmyers interaction (feat. Amanda)

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##come back to me

ex!vox x reader / alastor x reader (in reality he stole vox’s bitch)

part i

synopsis: you’re getting tired of the radio demon

beware: heavy yandere aspects, heavy obsession, implications of manipulation, reader just not having a break

whenever he looked at you, gazed upon your form, they were always so gentle. the embodiment of love and infatuation were behind them, as he wouldn’t be able to hide it even if he tried.

alastor won’t lie, he first started talking with you out of spite from his rival. you were in a vulnerable state at the time, and my, did you spill most of vox’s secrets behind closed doors! alastor came to you just to talk heavy shit about vox in hindsight.

although, it would be a lie if he said he wasn’t catching a genuine interest in your own stories and interests. it took time but he did fall for the aspect that you are one of a kind: little did he know, you came from the era of his circle. it was like it was meant to be.

“my dear, if you do not want to deal with a rodent like him, give me the word and he will be gone.” “don’t you lift your pretty finger, i will take care of him.” “you’re so cute when you try and take control — we both know he will not listen to your word — it’ll just make him more starved.” this is where you began to hear vox behind his words

they’re were laced and very similar. the contrast was that alastor seemed more confident in his words, almost like he expected you to listen to his statements when there wasn’t a choice. at first, you didn’t want to believe it. the radio demon was far different from the man you called an ex

just like last time, you felt suffocated in your own space. you felt small, but this time you caught the signs before it could go any further. alastor didn’t appreciate that, especially since you took the lead more often.

you had to take a break, just a simple break, even for an hour. you wanted to get as far as you possibly could from that demon for even a fragment of time. husk caught a glimpse of you leaving on a dark night, but he only nodded at you before continuing on with his task.

getting away from one demon was one thing, hiding from two was another. you were fully aware that alastor would know of your absence soon enough, as that cannibal never seemed to sleep. although, you could only stay out of the streets for so long in hopes that vox hadn’t noticed.

you found yourself straying into a bar, for the bouncer happened to be an old friend to let you in even when the place was at max. in the far corner of the building where a busted light hung over your head, never to be replaced or fixed since months ago. your gaze fixated on the shitty drink some guy handed you in the crowd, and it was evidently spiked from how it fizzed.

“and i thought that wretched hotel was your haven.” your gaze picked up to find vox standing over you. he picked at his sleeve. “seat taken?”

too exhausted to care, you beckoned for him to take the seat. “not like today could get any worse.” you pushed your drink to the side, raising a hand before he could speak. “don’t begin on your excuses, not tonight.”

“sweet hells, what happened to you?” oh, how you missed the gentleness of his voice. you missed the way how he gazed at you at this very moment — it was specific and genuine — you never fell out of love with him. just… distanced yourself from it. “i swear to fuck if it’s that demon, i will—“

“vox, it’s fine.” your hand came over his. “it’s whatever, not like you could just get in that hotel without getting tossed across the pentagram.”

those heart pupils that adorned his eyes finally shown, and that’s when you remembered why you had to get away from him. “sweetheart, i don’t understand why you won’t come back to me — come back home where i know you’re safe and well.”

it’s almost like a sixth sense to know that the answer you’re about to give him will result in a temper tantrum. so you decided against it. “i have to go.”

“y/n, please, this is the only time we get to talk, don’t go! i promise to make it better, i—“

he lost you in the crowd.

returning back to the hotel at the dawn of a new day was almost a mistake. a hand came to pinch the bridge of your nose the moment alastor came to your side.

to your surprise, he didn’t ask a thousand questions. instead, he went on with hoping your night out went well and to alert him next time. though, there was a hint of something else behind his tone you couldn’t figure out.

just like any other day, you both gardened the plants that are scattered along the building. making breakfast that involves fresh meat and a fine cup of tea.

is it too late to add that you’re getting used to this? it’s suffocating, yes, but alastor seems to make it more bearable.

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Alastor and Vox fighting for reader

Oh this good.

((IMAGINE)) Alastor and Vox competing for reader!

A/N: ignore the fact that Alastors name isn’t in red, I’m working on my phone right now instead of my laptop and I dunno why it’s doing that.

Warnings; swearing/foul language

Details; Reader is G/N, will be using they/them pronouns.

Vox just strikes me as the type of guy to just be all out there, would definitely brag about you despite you not even being in a relationship with them, he doesn’t strike me as the sappy type

-Vox would definitely just announce about your presence in his life out of nowhere for no reason at all, would even broadcast it even though no one knows who he’s talking about, it’s more like a threat towards those that know.

“Hey there, did ya catch the hottest thing in hell right now??” Vox said as he appeared on almost every screen in all of the seven circles of hell, his sharp toothed smile and eager body language was dead set on whatever he was about to do “no you didn’t, why? Because they’re mine, so keep your fucking hands off of them!” He threatened “anyways, have you heard about mister outdated radio? That old goon doesn’t get any bitches, cause he’s not like me, THATS ALL.”

-would definitely dox you and find your IP address, then sending over an unprecedented gift with a drone, the contents of the box are often high end things such as clothing, jewelry, hell, you even have the latest hellphone

-(bro screams out sigma male wannabe but hey I respect that you like him, I see his appeal as well)

-Alastors a little more old fashioned, this includes the way he courts you, he often opts for simply sending a classic bouquet of roses to your homely abode, accompanied by a hand written letter and a request for dinner!

“Dear reader, it has come to my attention that all this activity and interruption to your daily schedule has made your life so far a chore, especially with that silly low life headache constantly disrespecting your privacy. May I invite you over to an intimate affair over dinner to hopefully ease your mind of such chaos?” Is what’s written on smooth paper, you can tell from the hand writing that it’s all sincere and written with an old styled pen and ink.

-But of course— Vox doesn’t step down, ever. You receive a little message video disguised as an ad, and your naive little self click on it

“Hey, it’s vox, and you’re my one and only” Vox appears on your screen in a rather raunchy manner, his finger gliding across his long desk in the video “and you my love, have been given the more than well deserved dinner— yes, just for you being you since you are so amazing and sexy, keep killing it” his finger than pointed over at you through the screen, charisma and confidence emanating from the way he presents himself in the video alone

-very over the top gifts from both of them, so imagine opening up your door only to find that you can’t even open it because on the other side it’s being blocked by packages, gifts, and large bouquets

-Alastor/Vox would oftentimes removes the others gift on your doorstep so sometimes it’s ether not there or it’s off to the side of your yard

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Confrontation

PAIRING : Alastor x qpp!gn!reader

NOTES : spreading the aromantic agenda with my silly little queer-platonic partner reader!! :3 ALSO !! I based the relationship between them with my own aroace experiences. I personally still say “I love you” whenever im in a qpr because I still love them, just in different way yknow?? Just a heads up that any form of love portrayed in this fic isn’t romantic in nature :)

CONTENT : angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending, gender neutral reader, aroace!alastor

[Name] walked up to the door of the infamous “Hazbin Hotel”, a sour expression on their face as they knocked on the large door. A happy face poked through, her face lighting up at the appearance of a person as she swung the door open excitedly. “Hi! I’m Charlie, are you here to-”

“No, sorry, I’m not here for your hotel,” [Name] said, looking at Charlie for a moment before looking over her shoulder. “Is Alastor here?” They asked, looking at Charlie as they spoke in a rushed manor. Their hands clenched into fists and unclenched repeatedly as they waited impatiently for the princess to respond. “Oh! That’s fine, I guess, but-”

“How may I be of service!”

Charlie frowned at being interrupted again but stood out the way while her grip fell from the doorknob. Alastor stood behind Charlie, a wide smile as he looked at the person who called his name.

“Oh, [Name]. Hello again,” the Radio Demon said as his posture visibly straightened upon seeing them. His smile looked strained as his gaze remained on [Name]. The tension grew thick as the pair of partners looked at each other, unspoken words pouring like a fountain into the air between them. [Name]’s jaw clenched as they raised their hands and shoved Alastor. Charlie’s eyes grew wide and was about to intervene before the stranger began pointing a finger and yelling at Alastor, who stumbled backwards and held onto his staff to keep his balance.

“You absolute asshole! You left for seven years! You leave me for seven fucking years, and you reappear at some crappy rehabilitation hotel without telling me?!” [Name] complained harshly, stepping toward Alastor and shoving a finger in his chest as they stared him down. Their gaze was filled with anger, hurt and disbelief. Their eyes held tears that they refused to shed, noting the slight satisfaction in Alastor’s gaze. “I can’t believe you! You absolute douche!” [Name] spat, which Alastor responded with by gripping their wrist and pulling it away slightly. Alastor stared them down, laughing sourly as he glanced over at Charlie. She closed the door, awkwardly glancing between the pair as she debated whether to intervene or not.

“Now, now, my dear! Let’s be civilised, there are people watching,” Alastor spoke calmly, though the threat in his voice was no secret. He looked [Name] up and down, almost drinking in the fact they really were there and that he wasn’t dreaming of their existence. “Don’t give me that bullshit!” [Name] growled, pulling their hand out of Alastor’s grip as they spoke with a dangerous tone.

“Al, what’s going on?” Charlie asked, an awkward smile on her face as she stood next to Alastor. She looked over at [Name] and then at Alastor, concern flooding her eyes. Something was very clearly wrong, and Charlie being the sweetheart she was felt the need to try and fix it. Alastor turned to Charlie sharply, his everlasting smile growing wider than usual. “Nothing you need to concern yourself with, Charlie! If you will?” Alastor tilted his head off to the side, silently asking Charlie to leave the two alone in the entrance of the hotel. Charlie looked between them one last time before nodding slowly, walking away before quickly speeding up as she ran to talk to Vaggie about the strange encounter.

Alastor turned back to [Name] after Charlie left with furrowed eyebrows and a mildly frustrated look despite the smile.

“Where were you?” [Name] questioned, raising a brow while straightening their posture to match Alastor.

“I’m afraid I cannot tell you that, my dear-”

“Right, of course you can’t. You never could, could you?”

“[Name]-”

“No, Alastor!” [Name] yelled out, their hands clenched into fists tightly until the knuckles of their hands turned pale. Their breath was heavy as they panted, almost out of breath from the travel over and the yelling. “You can’t disappear without a word and just show up like nothing happened! Were you even- were you even going to tell me you were back?” [Name] continued, their harsh voice going softer toward the end of their sentence as they felt their hurt bubbling up. Alastor remained quiet, his gaze on [Name] never changing until they glared at him. He cleared his throat, his grip on his staff tightening.

“I won’t say it was exactly a plan of mine to tell you, no,” Alastor replied, staring at the hurt expression on [Name]’s face. Half of him enjoyed seeing the pain and suffering he seemingly put [Name] through, but the other half felt guilty. He felt guilty for feeling such satisfaction out of their misery, and felt guilty for having put them through that misery in the first place. “You must forgive me, my darling [Name]. I understand that this must all be troubling news for you, but please do note that this has nothing to do with you.”

“Do you really understand, though? How it feels to have your partner disappear from your hands for seven years without the acknowledgment of if they were even alive?” [Name] questioned, their tense shoulders falling as they looked at Alastor. Their gaze scanned every inch of Alastor as if they were searching for a sign of injury. Despite their anger and hurt, they still cared for his well-being. They felt relieved when they noticed no injury, before looking back in his eyes with a cold gaze.

“[Name], I promise if I could tell you where I was or that I was even leaving; I would’ve told you in a heartbeat. My love, I didn’t want you to be roped into another one of my messes,” Alastor spoke sweetly, raising a hand from his staff to hold [Name]’s face. His expression and voice was altered to seem sweet, but [Name] knew him all too well. Alastor simply wished to not cause a scene in front of the hotel staff if any of them waltzed even near them. And though there was a hint of truth to his words, it wasn’t all true. Resisting the urge to melt into Alastor’s touch, they took a step back as their eyes brimmed with tears once more. “Stop that, Alastor.”

“What do you mean, my dear?”

“Stop- stop acting like you didn’t expect this to happen eventually.”

Alastor’s hand hovered over the spot [Name] removed themself from before it slowly returned to his staff. He knew that the minute he returned, they would find out and confront him. He’s known for the last seven years. He gave out a reluctant sigh, clicking his tongue as he smiled. He knew it was time to face the consequences of his actions, he prepared for this. He was ready for them to take their leave. To leave him as he did them, except this time taking away the only connection they had to each other.

“I’ve never been great at telling the full truth, but dear, I do promise that if I could then I would tell you why I left,” Alastor said quietly, having the slightest hope that he could keep them tied to him. He really did love them, and sure their love was odd to most, he cared for them in a way he never cared for anyone before. It hurt him to leave, knowing he would be hurting his partner for something so selfish.

“I’m mad at you, and dear Satan do I hate what you’ve done, but I’m not leaving you.”

For once in his life, Alastor felt speechless from his surprise. They weren’t leaving? He looked at [Name], searching for a sign that they were lying. And though he saw their anger and hurt present, he saw no sign of a lie. They bit the inside of their cheek as they raised the hand and pinched their temple.

“I don’t forgive you, Alastor. But I trust you, and I love you. You are my friend and my partner and I am putting some faith in you that you do truly have a good reason for leaving for so long. And that you will tell me when you can,” [Name] spoke slowly, carefully picking out their words as they looked up at Alastor. They knew Alastor got into deals often and that sometimes they ended horribly, so they assumed that it was connected to that. Alastor’s expression softened as he reached his hand out to hold [Name]’s cheek. He analysed their face, gently stroking his thumb over their cheek as he gazed at them with a sense of gratitude.

“I missed you, mon amour,” Alastor said softly, bringing his forehead to theirs and pressed them together gently. Alastor closed his eyes and breathed softly, enjoying feeling them being near him again. “So, so much. I promise I’ll make up the years I missed with you till the end of this afterlife and the next,” Alastor added on quietly, feeling them lean into his warm touch.

“I missed you, too, lovely,” [Name] sighed, raising their hand to hover over the hand that held their face before raising their other hand and holding Alastor’s face in their hand.

They remained peacefully in each other presence, fearful that if they let each other away from their grasp the other would part from them in the blink of an eye. Charlie watched from around a corner, tearful but also overjoyed for Alastor while Vaggie watched carefully, not fully trusting the whole ordeal in the slightest.

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Pretty Baby || Alastor x Reader || 18+

I got a request for Alastor with a Female Reader with a praise kink so here i am to abide! I do not support Viv or their actions! || includes: praise kink so MDI!, Fem bodied reader ||

You sat on the couch in the lobby, a book in hand as you snuggled up in a blanket, Alastor had wandered off to god know's where while you were at the hotel listening to Husk and Angel debate something they saw on tv. The door to the hotel opened and in walked your tall dark and creepy beloved. He walked over and gently used his cane to lift your head, the cold steel made your skin shiver as your eyes met his red ones. "Hello my love, what have you done all day?" You smile as he questions you. "Just read and listen to everyone." You hummed as you stood up and looked up to Alastor's face, his gorgeous grin on his lips. "Good girl. Lets take a walk, go get your coat my love." You shivered at his praise, his smirk got a bit more sinister as he noticed. You dashed up the stairs to change, you put on a dress that resembled something women in Alastor's time when he was alive would wear along with a jacket to go over it. Not like you needed one, hell was hot. "There is my pretty baby." Alastor smiled as he offered his arm to you, you took it as you left out the front door of the hotel. A cold shiver ran up your spine at his words.

"Where are we going Ali?" The nickname was silly, but Alastor loved it. "You'll see my love." He hummed as the two of you walked the streets of hell, demons cowering away from Alastor's presence. Soon enough you noticed the sign that read Cannibal Town. "Aunt Rosies?" You asked Alastor who nodded and walked with you into the shop.

"Alastor you old dog!, and the beautiful Y/n! Still look delicious, sure you dont want to give me a taste? Oh im joking!" Rosie giggled as you let out a small awkward laugh and looked to Alastor who brushed it off. "Darling, why don't you go find a new perfume you like." Alastor smiled and let you walk away. You kept glancing at Rosie and Alastor who passed him a box of sorts. You walked back over to where the two sat. "Alright darling, time to go!" Alastor said as he shoved the box in his pocket. "Oh uh-" You didnt have time to say anything as you were whisked out the door by him. The walk home seemed quiet and longer, once at the hotel, you were taken upstairs to the bedroom you two shared. "Alastor, what-"

The box was pulled from his pocket and he opened it, inside was a necklace that held a small pendent of an A. "Oh Alastor!" You cooed as he clipped the necklace to your neck, his fingers lingering on your skin. "Youre always such a good girl, i figured you were owed a present for all your understanding of my deals and being gone often." You let out a small gasp at his words, his hand still on the back of your neck. He spins you around and grabs your chin. "Good girl." He whispers, letting the radio filter leave his voice. "Alastor.." You mumble and squeeze your thighs together, he was playing a dangerous game. He may be the powerful radio demon with hundreds of souls under his belt, but you. You were the one who was starving for his affection and wouldnt stop until you were satisfied. "What darling? I cant help it. Youre my pretty girl." He guides you to your knees, his red eys staring to your own. "Such a good girl." He pets your hair, his fingers running through your hair. "Now, keep being my pretty, perfect girl and open that pretty mouth of yours." He grinned, it was going to be a very, very long night.

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##most desired

y!vox x reader // y!alastor x reader // y!adam x reader

synopsis: two overlords and an angel who are insufferably in love with you. // she / her pronouns

beware: DARK THEMES // obsessive behaviour, heavy yandere aspects, stalking,

notes: the most y/n thing i ever made

you were one of the first overlords of hell that remained in the same rank to this day. everyone knew of you and dared not whisper your name in fear that you would come for them. they saw you in the streets or at downtown bars, sometimes at a corner table of ozzie’s. you were a mystery that preferred bringing misery.

little to no people knew of your background. it was swept under the rug to never be looked at again, and maybe lucifer helped with that. you were an angel before, way back when the rules were more strict and heaven was nothing more than a guarded kingdom.

“just one chance, y/n!” adam urged. “one date — that is all i ask for!”

you scoffed at his antics, growing used to his advances of being asked for your hand. “how many times do i have to say i’m not interested? i have work. get going before sera is on my ass.”

sera. your old boss and best friend — everything you worked towards was being at her level — instead came crashing down when you disagreed with the exterminations. adam watched you fall, but sera was the cause.

downstairs, lucifer helped cover it up. it was big talk around hell for quite some time until it was thrown under the rug and you could live in peace. while your power cannot compare to the rulers of hell, it comes close. you’re just careful of not showing that.

the radio demon always shown great interest in you — not that he knew you personally — but enjoyed your story like an old tale. while he isn’t sure which story is the real one, he enjoys the theories that you were just a hellborn that came up.

it was rosie who connected you both. she was a friend of yours, and one of the best cooks you’ve ever known.

“oh my stars! alastor! you have to come meet one of my good friends, you are going to love her!” rosie beckoned. “she is such a pumpkin and the cutest thing! oh, there she is! y/n!, over here sweet pea!” she strides towards your seated area.

you watched your friend gleefully place a hand on the man’s arm, her signature grin tugging at her lips. “this is alastor. alastor, this is y/n.”

it was nice to finally place a face to the name! he had a fondness to you from the start: sat with you at the small of your booth and chatted until nightfall, completely in awe of your welcoming personality.

but why wouldn’t you be welcoming? you are one of the main overlords, what is there to fear when nearly everyone is below you? alastor felt a sort of connection, a relation that you are no different than him.

his admiration only begins to grow from here and continues the more you interact. slowly, he becomes a part of your daily life and starts showing you off to the world that you are an “acquaintance.”

now it was no lie that your name started to spread around hell like a wildfire, especially to know your hiatus is officially over. back to the present of downtown bars and corner table at ozzie’s for dinner — your face was back up to being recognizable — and it was a wonderful change

it would not be until recent years when you would finally meet vox at an overlord meeting: his personality nearly matched yours. if not, then you both had a click that had you both in deep conversation right after.

you could imagine alastors dislike towards that interaction

“so you’re the big talk of hell, huh?” the host approached you with confidence inside and out. “my, what a pretty face! it’s practically made for television, how about we do something about that?” the moment brought your hand to shake his, vox brought you to his side with an arm over your shoulder as he walked you to your seat.

“what do you have in mind?” now, normally you don’t condone this behaviour — but he really piqued your interest. “it’s not like my face isn’t already noticed on the streets, for what reason does it need to be on billboards?”

“stunning features like yours should be shown off, and not just for the streets,” he emphasized. “here’s my card, we could talk more later, dear.”

alastor had a full front view of this interaction and a perfect angle of vox’s smug expression when he watched you tuck the card in your pocket.

now don’t get me wrong, adam has been watching.

he couldn’t let his sweetheart just go to hell like that! littered with sinners and demons and— you get the point. it was hard to recognize him with the mask he now wore, especially since he never made the effort to show himself to you.

what if you were angry at him? he seen your face fall when the topic of exterminating these wretched souls came up. he made a point to his angels that they do not touch a strand of your hair.

he can’t keep himself away from you though, not when there’s no bastards that are getting too cozy with you. his plans of coming back into your life needing to take a charge and fast.

coming down as he pleases to just see you, often keeping his mask on so no demon can see how he looks like. whisking you into the sky so you won’t be able to get away from him

he has your wings on display in heaven, don’t worry about it.

vox and alastor coming to find out someone from the heavens is coming to see you? this is by far the first time in history they will ever come into an agreement of something: no angel hands should ever touch your skin.

alastor makes it a point to constantly whisk you to the hotel, or sometimes his radio station to hide. “they won’t find you here, sweetheart! i’ll keep you safe.”

the way all three of them would become more and more possessive the more time you are with one or the other. you can’t say no, there is denial when wanting to just stay home alone. someone is always at your hip.

there is only so much time where you either kill one of them or they take you and hide forever: but forever isn’t long when adam has his angels searching for you each year.

“c’mon babe! we could go back up to heaven, i’ll pull some strings!” adam often confides.

“we could rule over hell with no one to undermine our power if we took the chance!” vox would persuade.

“we could hide forever and live however you desire if you just take my hand.” alastor chimes.

having these 3 men after you is something you do not want, especially when their obsession levels keep rising. at this rate, murder is an option. it’s only the matter of time.

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something i truly cannot get over is gojo didn’t just stab or slash or simply kill the higher-ups... he eviscerated them. dude in the middle has his brain pouring out of his skull, split into fragments

like this isn't a pensive heartbroken man at all, this is a man fuelled by pure anger, a broken warrior uttering his last cry of grief and rage through an act of immense brutality

psychotic mass murderer gojo satoru oh how much i love you and grieve you

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Double cake 🍰

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Nanami is such a daddy 😮‍💨

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what I see every morning 🥴

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sukuna bf texts! (non-curse au)

the long awaited and requested post

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Watching Sukuna feed his one y/o always makes you laugh uncontrollably;the man doesnt know shit about feeding a baby.

"here,eat." He places the bowl of apple sauce in front of his son,and watched him expectedly.

"um,Ryo?"

"what?"

You stiffle a laugh, covering it with an awkward cough.

"are you..going to feed him?"

Your husband folds his arms across his chest and raises his brow at you.

"why would i do that?"

"um, because he's one?Ryo,he cant lift the spoon by himself! he'll just make a mess!"

Sukuna huffs,and crouches down in front of his son. He watches how the carbon copy of himself struggles with the spoon for a few seconds before finally taking a hold of it. Sukuna turns toward you with a smug smirk,his eyes shining proudly.

"i dunno babe. He looks perfectly fine on his own;after all, he's my son so-"

SPLASH

You choke on your own saliva and then you're sitting on the floor, laughing while tears stream down your eyes. Sukuna is silence as he watches apple sauce drip from his nose,onto his lips and finally,on the kitchen floor.

"oh-oh my gods!" You giggle breathlessly, "y-you were right! he's your son after all!!!"

Sukuna merely grabs a napkin and wipes his face and gives his son an unimpressed look.

"nice job, genius."

"He's one!!!"

Your husband just stands up and walks away

"from now on,i wont be feeding him."

You both know its a lie; especially when you wake up the next morning to the sight of your husband making airplane noises while successfully feeding your son with only a few splatters on his face and shirt.

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Your boyfriend begging you to go into the bathroom for a quick fuck. Telling you about how he just needed to feel your pussy. Bending you onto the door of a stall and tugging down your panties quickly. Moaning when he thrusts his throbbing cock deep into your sopping pussy.

His hand covers your mouth in an attempt to muffle your whines and whimpers. Both your faces flushed as he ruts his hips up into you, cock grazing your gummy walls and spongy spot. Unable to help the way your pussy gushes down your thighs.

He’s fucking into you like a touch starved man, bullying your tightness open to fit his face, his face buried in your neck with a string of his own mewls.

You both let out a cry, your boyfriend’s breathing speeding up with a shiver. “B-baby, ‘m close, are you close?” he breathes, cock twitching when you nod tearily. “Let’s cum together okay? N-now.”

Your eyes roll back as you shake, clenching down on his cock as a clear stream of your juices hit his pelvis. Your boyfriend groaning deeply before burying himself inside you and pumping you full with his cum.

His arms wrap around your waist from behind. Letting out a satisfied hum as you panted heavily. Pressing his lips to your neck in thanks, knee between your thighs collecting his mess of a load as it seeps lewdly out of you and onto the floor below.

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"kento.. its dirty-" you moan out softly into your teachers ear as he sucks your ear lobe into his mouth. shoving his wet tongue into your ear. your whole body burned as the only thing that filled your ears were nanamis heavy breath and the sloppy sounds he made while he licked your ear.

you have been pushing his buttons lately. acting all innocent as you sneak your wet panties into his pocket at the beginning of class. having him struggle to hide his ragging hard on. he hiss as he push your skirt up. only to reveal that you didn't have any panties on. your wetnesss dripping down your thighs.

"you filthy whore". nanami groan out as he slip a finger into your tight pussy. a finger turn into two. two turns into five. and five turn into him shoving his whole fist into your gushed pussy. twisting his fist inside of you. as your pussy spurt all over his thighs. wetting his pants suit.

"tch, look at you making a mess. i didn't even need to use a lube this time". he tch at you. eyes darken as he stares at the way your pussy holds into his fist so tightly. the way it makes a pop sound everytime he shoves his fist out then shove it in again. you were indeed a mess. so fucked out of it.

"im not stopping till you coat my whole pants with your cum" and he did keep his words. you were left laying down on his now wet lap. shaking. sobbing. trembling. as nanami comfort you. kissing your sweaty forehead. rocking back and forth.

"let me see your pretty pussy" nanami asks. more like demand. as you spread your thighs showing him your abused pussy. so red. so puffy. your hole was still wide open from being stretched with his fist.

you accepted him to gently kiss your pussy. but instead he inhales the smoke of his cigarette just to blow it out on your wet cunt.

[armyjimin23]

Being your boss’ little slut. Your only job being to sit pretty in your own office and ‘help’ with paper work. You’re on the top floor of the building with him, getting the most luxurious working conditions cause he just adores you so much.

You smile widely when calls you in his office. Your boss lifting you off the floor to wrap your legs around his waist with your arms around his neck. Pressed against his office wall as his lips met yours hungrily.

“Been aching for this sweet pussy all fucking day. Gonna be a good girl and take what i give you, right baby?” He breathes, lifting you further until your legs drape over his shoulders, your fingers tangled in his hair when his mouth latches onto your wet folds.

He eats you out like a starved man, kissing and licking your cunt before sucking harshly on your clit. His thick fingers curling into with a groan of his own. You tug at his strands, lips parted with your head against the wall in a string of soft cries. Your boss lapping at your wetness until his chin glistened from your orgasm.

When he’s done, he bends you over his large glass desk. Heels dragging along the floor as he used his knee to spread your legs. Thick cock finding its way buried deep inside you.

He fucks you hard and rough, lewd sounds of skin slapping filling the room as you gripped onto the edge of the desk. Your moans are loud and whiny, his cock throbbing when a hand reaches around your delicate neck. Pulling you upwards so that your back rested flush on his chest, his thumb pressing past your lips while his other hand played with your spilled tits.

“My favorite fucking girl. Gonna move you in here. okay? That way i can fuck you whenever i want.”