NO ANATOMICAL CORRECTNESS HERE, SIR

Eyooo this blog’s going down soon! in a couple hours or so >D

Think I’m gonna be mainly posting ^^^ here for now! I will slowly be archiving all  my old stuff onto pixiv before it’s gone as well. I love how I can stick 20 or so same themed sketches under logs so for some stuff there isn’t any individual tw and tags so beware of that!

As for the anon asks, I got a curiouscat.me account! >https://curiouscat.me/nswfaegis

pros: anons don’t have to sign up, and if you get an account you can choose to go on anon anyway. it’s pretty quick and simple, there’s pics/gif replies available, crossposts p well with twitter

cons: nsfw text is okay apparently but they want no nsfw pics, which is fine since I can reply with sexy sexy shitposts on twitter??

It’s happened once or twice, usually because the Devil is a business owner first and all else second- so there’s been some busy times where the usually manageable work is running roughshod over everyone, especially seeing as there’s stuff only the Devil can do- and all else is left up to his right hand man. Wheezy and Pirouetta are the ones to deal with the day to day minutia which is not something they’re used to so they’re ALSO Suffering(TM)

Partially it’s because their schedules didn’t line up, so one was awake and the others sleeping or busy, and partially because they were just- Tired. They didn’t even make the trip to sleep in the Devil’s bed (since its the biggest and best reinforced) they all just slept in their rooms and then a week, two weeks, three weeks went by and then they’re free????

Nothing to rebuild, or fight against, or fill out reams of paperwork for and they kinda get to breathe under a regular workload once again-

only to realize the first time they finally get to spend time with each other they’re randy as fuck.

Dice stretching from his desk, only to find the Devil plastered against his back, rubbing greedily at his thighs until he opens them- they fuck against his desk until it makes an alarming creaking noise he won’t be able to get rid of.

Wheezy takes off his suit jacket to dust the ash off it, Dice is suddenly crowding his space and almost pinning him against the wall, biting  at the skin right at his collar. After they’re done, Dice winks at him and leaves whistling and Wheezy can feel the scrape of cotton against the huge, tender hickey at his neck.

Jdjskajx thatd be so great, the devil would be busting a gut laughing at that usually, if he wasnt busy busting a NUT

I wonder if Dice, ever doing a fake exorcism, ever periodically shouts official sounding crap while raiding someones valuables.

god  it’d be so hot-

I think he’d go for it, find some of that warming lube and open him up slow enough that Dice almost complains- if he weren’t so boneless and limp. He’s thoroughly wrung out so all he can do is moan wetly against the sheets sticking to his face as Wheezy rubs two fingers in him so that he’s stretched out and making him twitch when he crooks them and tugs at his sensitive wet rim.

When he’s worked up to three, Wheezy keeps them snug up against him, lightly brushing the rough nub that has Dice’s thighs tensing around him deliciously.

He slowly ramps up the frequency and heat until Dice’s back is drenched in sweat and Wheezy’s near salivating at the sweet clench around his fingers. They both ignore his dripping cock, and it pays off when he bites off a definite scream and nearly bows back of the bed, ass clenching around Wheezy’s fingers that he can’t even think of moving them so he just gives up and presses up hard against that pulsing point to hear Dice sob.

After, Dice’s legs are shaking and his front is smeared in dripping lines of his own spend, but his hole opens smoothly, slick and dripping and fluttering tiredly around him.  Dice flops back against him and pants to catch his breath, whines catching in his throat every time Wheezy slams back in.