Maki’s favorite doll!

𝓟𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒏 𐙚⋆°.⋆ᥫ᭡ ˗ˋˏ 𝓡𝓔𝓠𝓤𝓔𝓢𝓣𝓢 𝓞𝓟𝓔𝓝 ˎˊ˗

[asympto]

ꨄ" 𝑴𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒆 !" 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ . ݁⋆ ꫂ᭪ ݁˖ . ݁ ˖ ݁♬⋆.˚𝄞⋆ ⋆

#lonelyingorgeous﹒⸝⸝ ⧣₊˚

 ۫   𐑺   𝒞𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂ℯ 𝑺𝒚𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒐 ˑ   07’  ||  Multi fandom  ||  hime gal!  ||  blk fem⸝꙳.‎˖  ࣭   ᘐ  

ꨄ ℱ𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 | 1.3𝘬. ꨄ ℳ𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 ˗ˋˏ ˎˊ˗

𖦹 ღ4𝗌𝗒𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼 2026 | 𝖣𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌

[asympto]

MASTERLIST—

: view in dark mode for better results ༻

Hiromi Higuruma ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Date night 18+

Nanami Kento ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Punishing officer 18+

Satoru Gojo ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Nerdjo headcannons 18+ Pretty kitty 18+ Rival Satoru 18+

Toji Fushiguro ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Mechanic Toji 18+

Megumi Fushiguro ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Fictional play 18+ Better than he could 18+

Choso Kamo ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Boxer Cho’s good luck charm 18+

Maki Zenin ⊹ ࣪ ˖

𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 .•

Yuji Itadori ⊹ ࣪ ˖

𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 .•

Katsuki Bakugo ⊹ ࣪ ˖

𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 .•

Eren Yaeger ⊹ ࣪ ˖

𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 .•

©4sympto—Unwarranted copy, translation, and insertion into AI will not be tolerated

[sugurusbeloved]

18+｜Drunk Sukuna Sucks Himself Off With His Belly Tongue! (repost)

"ouu... heavy… so big and heavy..."

the king of curses is, at the moment, a drowsy wreck sprawled on the stone floor of his shrine, unfairly gooey for a monster that just slaughtered an entire village.

he’d found some pathetic, bulbous little curse lurking; and it had looked so fucking ridiculous, floating there like a bloated, purple eye that he’d popped it into his belly mouth just for the laugh.

he didn’t expect the damn thing to act like concentrated liquor.

now his brain is tilting sideways, making him feel unnaturally giddy as a stupid grin forms across both his faces. his four bulky arms are thrown out carelessly at his sides because right now, his bottom mouth has decided it has a muuuch better plan.

the thick lips of his stomach mouth open wide, a muscly, deep pink tongue slathered in saliva sliding out to swipe languidly over his groin. he’s already rock hard, both of his veiny cocks pulsing against his abdomen for attention, dark tips glossy with pre-cum.

for sukuna, who expects the entire world to bend and break under his heel just to satisfy his slightest boredom, it's surely ridiculous how eager he is right now, giggling and and kicking his feet as his belly-mouth leans down to take the first cock.

he sucks on himself deep, the flesh of his stomach contracting around his own meat with a wet squelch, and a whimper rips from his throat. he’s never felt this warm in his entire a-hundred-year-old life. his lower mouth pursues with a sloppy hunger as his tongue swirls around the sensitive mushroom heads of both dicks until they throb in tandem and the dripping strings of spit is pooling on his beefy thighs.

he chuckles under his breath—a bubbly one that belongs on a child, not heian's great disaster. "mmm... 'm gonna break something... heheh..."

his hips begin to snap forward keenly, bucking into his own torso with a haphazard rhythm. his belly tongue wraps around both of his cocks, practically inhaling them into the meaty cavity of his inner cheeks until his balls are smacking sharp. the friction causes an extreme hotness, making his tattooed skin tingle and flush a beautiful ruby. he’s right on the edge, his erudite brain fried due to intoxication.

another wet slurp pushes him over. his thighs twitch violently as he comes; thick, pearly seed launching straight into his own waiting mouth and messy across his abs. his belly mouth gulps down the musky liquid greedily, massive tongue cleaning up the stray drops, pleased by his own taste.

sukuna lets go of himself completely, body sinking back against the stone with a long, heavy sigh. the horrifying spirit of the legendary sukuna is nowhere to be found, exchanged to a drunken lethargy and a satisfied smile plastered across his tattoed face as he drifts off to a much needed sleep.

if anyone knows art creds please lmk !

[asympto]

PRETTY KITTY ꨄ staring . Satoru Gojo

synopsis ꠫ Gojo can’t contain himself when you try on the lingerie he picked out . mlist

“Toru, you want me to try on all of this?” You grumbled behind the dressing room curtain. Low music and neutral warm lights eluding the ambiance of the store. Satoru would drive his bank account into a drought if it provided him the opportunity of spoiling you.

It was a cute store located within the depths of the mall. It contained cute pajama sets and adorable lingerie. Despite how shy he got in the lingerie stores, he refused to relent. And you weren’t spending a dime today, not even a nickel. Call it a pre-birthday mall trip—despite your birthday being three months away. “Just three, please.” He murmured in return, poking his face through the curtains before retreating—proceeding his duty as a bodyguard in front of your dressing stall.

With a small huff, you stripped out of your clothing. The ruffling of fabrics and friction beyond the door elicited a slight smile from Satoru. He knew it was pathetic but he was elated with the mere thought of seeing you dress up. Seeing you dress up in what he picked out for you. Fuck, it’s like he just came in his pants with the mere thought. He was utterly infatuated with you.

After just a few minutes, you whispered through the curtains to reclaim his attention. “I hate these stupid one’s you choose.” He was so unserious. The lingerie contained the typical bra and panties. However, it was entirely lace and lavender.

Lace frills encircled the waistline of the panties like a little skirt and small, matching lavender bow adorned the lace bra. Lacy-mesh stockings and garters. It was a lovely set which you also found quite flattering. The only differing detail were the triangular cuts poking from above to waistline of the underwear. Surely to represent cat ears. As well as a resemblant tail attachment in the back.

“This looks so stupi-“

“Mmh, I could devour you right now,”

A callused thumb grazed the skin on your waist. “…The way you look in this-“ He didn’t finish his sentence.

A pigmented blush painted his cheeks. Gojo was entirely aware that he was a goner for you. The way you spoke, claim your presence with the grace of your steps, and especially the way that fabrics would mould so perfectly around your figure—encapsulating your essence

His other hand tugged at the neckline of his hood, pulling shyly over a fourth of his face to mask the blush. He quickly composed himself after realizing what he had said.

“You…really like it?” you whispered, teeth sunk into the tinted cushion of your lips. The lingerie set was a little kinky, not his typical pick.

“Mhm” He nodded his head promptly; a second thought not even slithering past his very decisive mind. He was most definitely getting this one for you, along with the five others so you could have a little runway display at home.

“Want to feel it?” You mouthed, hands held in front of you with a smitten expression written across your face.

Satoru wouldn’t miss the opportunity of a lifetime like this. He was already leaking within the confines of his denim jeans. He tugged you in closer by the waistband, slyly slipping his hand inside.

“Toru…” You whispered against his the crook of his neck. The dressing rooms were not entirely full but they were most definitely not empty.

His hands maneuvered around the fabric whilst slithering his fingers between your legs. And of course, modestly pushing the panties to the side so you didn’t stain the fabric with any of your juices. Thats what his hands were for. “I wanna get a little test run first.” He whispered in return, fingers lightly pinching your clit. your hips couldn’t help but lean into his touch which his fingers sending fiery signals to your nerves.

“Mmh…” With a smooth transition, his moist digits invade your entrance. Thick juices already trickling past his knuckles; so delicious wet within just a few seconds. Feeling your pleasure was already enough for him to lose his shit entirely. With his middle and ring finger smoothing the walls of your cunt, he squeezed your pussy with his thumb and pinky. Your swollen nub already flushed and creating friction with his skin.

You could only hope that anyone entering the room didn’t notice the tremble within your legs.

[embodement]

everyone in jjk who dies still dies but they lipsync instead of fighting

happy pride!

[hunnismokah]

cant remember if i posted this either but if not BOYYY do i have a treat for yall

[uzmacchiato]

hi! I read a fic somewhere with your dividers and I was amazed at how well made it is. I saw your post where a person asked if you could make dividers based on their blog's theme and to say you delivered is an understatement. so I'm wondering if you could make some for me? I don't know what my blog's theme is, I just call it tiger baddie rawr 😭. just 1 or 2 is enough, and take your time with it if you're gonna make it. I don't wanna burn you out cause I know how much work you have with the blog and probably other stuff outside of it, so yea! thank youu <3

Hii @barnesennobles ! Thank you so much ❤️‍🔥

Umm..So I just saw your header and here goes "Tiger Baddie Rawr" for you😭😂 Hope you like them🥹

Wanted to make just 3 but I always go overboard :')

DARK RED LEOPARD DIVIDERS 🐆♥️

Feedback is appreciated 🫶🏻

IMPORTANT : If you use these dividers please tag @uzmacchiato for credit in the post you use it.

➡️ 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 ✨

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[miniairo]

Ruin or ruin?

[asympto]

PRETTY KITTY ꨄ staring . Satoru Gojo

synopsis ꠫ Gojo can’t contain himself when you try on the lingerie he picked out . mlist

“Toru, you want me to try on all of this?” You grumbled behind the dressing room curtain. Low music and neutral warm lights eluding the ambiance of the store. Satoru would drive his bank account into a drought if it provided him the opportunity of spoiling you.

It was a cute store located within the depths of the mall. It contained cute pajama sets and adorable lingerie. Despite how shy he got in the lingerie stores, he refused to relent. And you weren’t spending a dime today, not even a nickel. Call it a pre-birthday mall trip—despite your birthday being three months away. “Just three, please.” He murmured in return, poking his face through the curtains before retreating—proceeding his duty as a bodyguard in front of your dressing stall.

With a small huff, you stripped out of your clothing. The ruffling of fabrics and friction beyond the door elicited a slight smile from Satoru. He knew it was pathetic but he was elated with the mere thought of seeing you dress up. Seeing you dress up in what he picked out for you. Fuck, it’s like he just came in his pants with the mere thought. He was utterly infatuated with you.

After just a few minutes, you whispered through the curtains to reclaim his attention. “I hate these stupid one’s you choose.” He was so unserious. The lingerie contained the typical bra and panties. However, it was entirely lace and lavender.

Lace frills encircled the waistline of the panties like a little skirt and small, matching lavender bow adorned the lace bra. Lacy-mesh stockings and garters. It was a lovely set which you also found quite flattering. The only differing detail were the triangular cuts poking from above to waistline of the underwear. Surely to represent cat ears. As well as a resemblant tail attachment in the back.

“This looks so stupi-“

“Mmh, I could devour you right now,”

A callused thumb grazed the skin on your waist. “…The way you look in this-“ He didn’t finish his sentence.

A pigmented blush painted his cheeks. Gojo was entirely aware that he was a goner for you. The way you spoke, claim your presence with the grace of your steps, and especially the way that fabrics would mould so perfectly around your figure—encapsulating your essence

His other hand tugged at the neckline of his hood, pulling shyly over a fourth of his face to mask the blush. He quickly composed himself after realizing what he had said.

“You…really like it?” you whispered, teeth sunk into the tinted cushion of your lips. The lingerie set was a little kinky, not his typical pick.

“Mhm” He nodded his head promptly; a second thought not even slithering past his very decisive mind. He was most definitely getting this one for you, along with the five others so you could have a little runway display at home.

“Want to feel it?” You mouthed, hands held in front of you with a smitten expression written across your face.

Satoru wouldn’t miss the opportunity of a lifetime like this. He was already leaking within the confines of his denim jeans. He tugged you in closer by the waistband, slyly slipping his hand inside.

“Toru…” You whispered against his the crook of his neck. The dressing rooms were not entirely full but they were most definitely not empty.

His hands maneuvered around the fabric whilst slithering his fingers between your legs. And of course, modestly pushing the panties to the side so you didn’t stain the fabric with any of your juices. Thats what his hands were for. “I wanna get a little test run first.” He whispered in return, fingers lightly pinching your clit. your hips couldn’t help but lean into his touch which his fingers sending fiery signals to your nerves.

“Mmh…” With a smooth transition, his moist digits invade your entrance. Thick juices already trickling past his knuckles; so delicious wet within just a few seconds. Feeling your pleasure was already enough for him to lose his shit entirely. With his middle and ring finger smoothing the walls of your cunt, he squeezed your pussy with his thumb and pinky. Your swollen nub already flushed and creating friction with his skin.

You could only hope that anyone entering the room didn’t notice the tremble within your legs.

[solilorenson]

can you blame him?

[asympto]

PRETTY KITTY ꨄ staring . Satoru Gojo

synopsis ꠫ Gojo can’t contain himself when you try on the lingerie he picked out . mlist

“Toru, you want me to try on all of this?” You grumbled behind the dressing room curtain. Low music and neutral warm lights eluding the ambiance of the store. Satoru would drive his bank account into a drought if it provided him the opportunity of spoiling you.

It was a cute store located within the depths of the mall. It contained cute pajama sets and adorable lingerie. Despite how shy he got in the lingerie stores, he refused to relent. And you weren’t spending a dime today, not even a nickel. Call it a pre-birthday mall trip—despite your birthday being three months away. “Just three, please.” He murmured in return, poking his face through the curtains before retreating—proceeding his duty as a bodyguard in front of your dressing stall.

With a small huff, you stripped out of your clothing. The ruffling of fabrics and friction beyond the door elicited a slight smile from Satoru. He knew it was pathetic but he was elated with the mere thought of seeing you dress up. Seeing you dress up in what he picked out for you. Fuck, it’s like he just came in his pants with the mere thought. He was utterly infatuated with you.

After just a few minutes, you whispered through the curtains to reclaim his attention. “I hate these stupid one’s you choose.” He was so unserious. The lingerie contained the typical bra and panties. However, it was entirely lace and lavender.

Lace frills encircled the waistline of the panties like a little skirt and small, matching lavender bow adorned the lace bra. Lacy-mesh stockings and garters. It was a lovely set which you also found quite flattering. The only differing detail were the triangular cuts poking from above to waistline of the underwear. Surely to represent cat ears. As well as a resemblant tail attachment in the back.

“This looks so stupi-“

“Mmh, I could devour you right now,”

A callused thumb grazed the skin on your waist. “…The way you look in this-“ He didn’t finish his sentence.

A pigmented blush painted his cheeks. Gojo was entirely aware that he was a goner for you. The way you spoke, claim your presence with the grace of your steps, and especially the way that fabrics would mould so perfectly around your figure—encapsulating your essence

His other hand tugged at the neckline of his hood, pulling shyly over a fourth of his face to mask the blush. He quickly composed himself after realizing what he had said.

“You…really like it?” you whispered, teeth sunk into the tinted cushion of your lips. The lingerie set was a little kinky, not his typical pick.

“Mhm” He nodded his head promptly; a second thought not even slithering past his very decisive mind. He was most definitely getting this one for you, along with the five others so you could have a little runway display at home.

“Want to feel it?” You mouthed, hands held in front of you with a smitten expression written across your face.

Satoru wouldn’t miss the opportunity of a lifetime like this. He was already leaking within the confines of his denim jeans. He tugged you in closer by the waistband, slyly slipping his hand inside.

“Toru…” You whispered against his the crook of his neck. The dressing rooms were not entirely full but they were most definitely not empty.

His hands maneuvered around the fabric whilst slithering his fingers between your legs. And of course, modestly pushing the panties to the side so you didn’t stain the fabric with any of your juices. Thats what his hands were for. “I wanna get a little test run first.” He whispered in return, fingers lightly pinching your clit. your hips couldn’t help but lean into his touch which his fingers sending fiery signals to your nerves.

“Mmh…” With a smooth transition, his moist digits invade your entrance. Thick juices already trickling past his knuckles; so delicious wet within just a few seconds. Feeling your pleasure was already enough for him to lose his shit entirely. With his middle and ring finger smoothing the walls of your cunt, he squeezed your pussy with his thumb and pinky. Your swollen nub already flushed and creating friction with his skin.

You could only hope that anyone entering the room didn’t notice the tremble within your legs.

© 𝖠𝗌𝗒𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗑—

[asympto]

Me when my last manhwa website substitute has been taken down

[hunnismokah]

adult zuko!!!

[asympto]

finally seeing this fire art again🥹

[pinkmirth]

𝒮𝒰𝑅𝐹𝐸𝐼𝑇.ᐟ ❤︎ ft. adrian ‘ alucard ’ țepeș!

𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜𝐼𝒩𝒮 ⨾ ( 1.5k+ ) words of . . . nsfw, adrian ‘alucard’ țepeș x fem!reader ( black-coded ), canon divergent setting ( 15th century / late 1400s ), established relationship, lulu speaks a bit of romanian. size difference, oral ( m!receiving ), deep-throating, facefuck, gagging, lulu gets the bj of his lifeee , throatpie >.< , lowercase intended, explicit language, minors shoo!

𝓂𝓎 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇.ᐟ ۶ৎ this little piece o' work came to be only because i’ve been thinkin’ of something so nastyyyy . . . face-fucking with alucard mmm >.< literally the pinnacle of my daydreams for the past 3 days . . . deep sigh . consider this as my way of starting off his birthday month with a small treat 🧁 please enjoy, and thanks so much for reading! ❤︎

𝐼𝒩𝒮𝑃𝒪 𝑇𝑅𝒜𝒞𝒦 ⨾ use your heart ( interlude ), SWV .ᐟ

alucard isn’t the kind of man who’s prone to losing his composure.

that being said, it isn’t often that you’re taking him down the entirety of your throat.

it’s not that he shies away from oral, or any form of intimacy with you. who is he to deny his beloved when she wishes to please him?

it’s moreso the sheer, depraved reality of you wanting to be gagged breathless by his cock that he can’t seem to grasp. the mere thought of stretching your jaw of his heavy length until tears stream down your cheeks, absolutely stuns him.

he’s too gentle, too soft for you at times, and he simply can’t bring himself to force that kind of rough friction down your throat; not without the hefty weight of shame that would consume him.

you know your husband loves to treat you with the utmost care, but for tonight, you just wish for him to let go. your aim is to strip away the gentleman he is and find something more earnest and raw — more than anything, you want to watch him completely lose his mind over the pleasure only you can give him. 

and so, on a quiet night softened by the warm glow of flickering candlelight, you find yourself kneeling upon the soft shag of carpet in his reading room, bracketed between the thick expanse of his strong, pale thighs. 

you suck him off nice and slow, deliberately sloppy — exactly the way you know he secretly craves, even if he’d never admit it aloud, blinking away the hot beads of crystalline tears that well up in your eyes. through the flutter of your lashes, you watch him restlessly shift in his armchair over every lick. 

alucard’s painfully shy about it at first, only because he has a semblance of an idea where you’ll take things tonight; you’ve mentioned the yearn to try deep-throating before. his hands find your shoulders, his grip dampish and hesitant, almost refusing because no — he won’t use you like that. he is a refined man, a scholar of both magic and science, raised with far too much dignity to ever treat you like that of an object. 

his mind scrambles for a reason to withhold from you, over why he would ever subject you to something so raw and shameless; but the sheer heat of your mouth makes his arguments melt away at the tip of his tongue.

the deeper you swallow him, the more your tongue swirls wet circles around his length, slick with saliva that paths down his shaft. alucard can only fracture into broken moans, his hips twitching with an involuntary, needy buck that drives him deeper into the wet heat of your mouth. a muffled whine catches in your throat as your lips stretch to accommodate the girth of him, your tongue sweeping up the sensitive underside of him to drag along every vein running beneath his throbbing cock.

“look at you go — ah, taking all of me in that pretty mouth of yours . . .” 

invigorated by his praise, you catch his large, pale hands in yours. you gently tug them from where they affectionately cupped your chin, guiding them up until they rest against either side of your head. he almost tries to pull away — his gentle instincts urging him to refuse, but you don't allow him. instead, you sink deeper, drawing him down until his heavy length pushes past all resistance and hits the very hilt of your throat. 

“fuck! —don’t overdo it, darling. you’ll— mmm, you could choke,” a heaving, breathless gasp rips from his chest, the sort of tender sound that breaks the quiet of the room. all his hesitation evaporates as his trembling fingers bury themselves deep, gripping the soft roots of your textured hair to anchor himself against the overwhelming onslaught of your mouth.

you pull back with an audible, wet pop designed to tempt him, thick strings of saliva connecting the swollen pillows of your lips to the glistening crown of his cock.

“you’re too nice to me, ‘adri . . .” you whine softly, looking up into the molten gold of his eyes while dragging your tongue lazily over his tip. he shudders violently at the sight and feeling altogether, a low tremor running up the length of him. “use me, just a little bit.” is your plea, “i want you to.”

the sparkle in your beautifully round eyes speaks volumes, revealing exactly what you crave — his rough edges, his taut grip in your hair, his low noises, his cock in your mouth being the only thing you can taste — all of it. and so, with an almost testing plunge, alucard cups your face in his careful hands and tilts his hips, delivering a subtle thrust or two before shallowly bucking into the tight heat of your mouth. 

“god, you’re so fucking beautiful like this,  even when you’re choking on it . . .” adrian coos, admiring your urge to please through hooded sun-yellow eyes, peering past his blonde wispy lashes, “so — mmm, so good for me, dearest.” 

it’s far too sweet not to continue, entirely impossible not to speed up; the sensation is consuming. a deep, fractured groan tears from his chest, golden hair spilling forward as his head drops. his mouth does the same, silently falling open whenever the blunt round of his cockhead hits as far as it can manage to reach. the quickening rhythm of his thrusts coaxes a symphony of slick, wet noises from the depths of your throat, forming frothy bubbles of spit that smear your pretty little tear-stricken face and gather around the base of him.

“christ. love, did your throat get . . hngh, t—tighter?”

you’d reply if your jaw wasn’t locking around his thick cock, helpless as he relentlessly drives past your lips. the only difference is that he’s finally chasing his pleasure completely without inhibition — the way you’ve always wanted him to. 

all the poise in adrian is now gone; he grows reckless, louder, plunging heavily into your mouth with the sloppiest abandon. every unbridled thrust prompts the dull, wet smack of his heavy balls to tap against your spit-streaked chin. you bring an emboldened hand up to fondle them, just to watch him writhe. 

"fuck yes, just like that . . k—keep still for me, love," his tongue swipes along the sharp, pearly line of his gleaming fangs as he pants, nimble fingers spanning to cradle your bobbing head as a means to ground himself. hearing him speak so dirtily, so completely unraveled by you sends a throbbing spike of heat directly to your sopping pussy.

you whine around him, allowing your husband to take you as he pleases, all as your own lust for him builds until you can’t bear the ache any longer. seeking any dainty form of friction, you make an attempt to grind the sensitive peak of your clothed clit into the heel of your palm, even as it pulses from the lewd display of him losing himself over the feel of your mouth. the way he fucks into it and grunts above you makes you hump a little faster.  

“prinţesă, i’m getting— hah, so close,” adrian’s honeyed voice is low and warning, his head thrown back as a golden silk spill of blonde hair cascades onto the cushioned chair. you can always tell when alucard is nearing — it’s evident in the heavy, demanding pulse against your tongue each time he uses his big hands to rock your nodding head further down onto him.

then, with a sudden, shaken cry of your name, he falls upon his orgasm, thick ribbons of lukewarm cum spurt onto your awaiting tongue; rivulets of his seed and your spit dribbling down your lips as you eagerly manage to lap it all up. 

“oh— yesss, I love how you gag on it for me, iubire . . please, keep taking all of it,” he growls, his refined demeanor completely shattered as he involuntarily pushes the back of your head, forcing your face flush against his smooth, blonde-dusted pelvis. he doesn't give you much of a choice; not when his hips deliver one last, desperate surge that drives him to the very back of your throat as he spills warm streams of his cum down it.

a low, animalistic groan rises from the very depths of his chest as he releases a thick, burning pour inside your mouth. eyes scrolling back, adrian’s entire frame trembles violently once you swallow around him, drinking down every last milky drop he has to offer.

you peer up at him with a cheeky, satisfied glint in your eyes, observing your angel of a man helplessly melt into his seat. his entire frame still shudders with the lingering force of his thorough climax. golden strands of hair are strewn across his flushed, beautiful face, and his thin blonde brows upturned in an orgasmic haze.

his broad scarred chest rises and falls as he works for breath, all as the length of his cum-smeared cock twitches with a lewdly slow, residual beat, bobbing between the wide expanse of his thick ivory thighs.

“that was better than you thought it’d be,” you murmur, a soft, breathless laugh catching in your throat as you glint up at him. you lean forward to rest your chin against his sinewy thigh, looking up into his dazed golden eyes with a triumphant smile. “wasn’t it, husband?”

he merely covers his face with a wide, trembling hand, entirely spent by how unmade you rendered him; all by the use of your mouth alone. after a quiet moment, his fingers slide down to cup your jaw, his thumb wiping away a creamy trace of his spill from the corner of your mouth before tilting your head up. 

he presses a soft, lingering kiss to the pillows of your lips, suckles on the bottom one just to taste himself off of you. a weary, although adoring smile graces his pretty face as he hooks strong, corded arms underneath your bottom and pulls you up until you’re fully gathered into his firm, bare lap, tucking you flush against the breadth of his warm, beating chest.

“. . . yes,” adrian humbly admits, dipping his head low, as to bring his mouth to meet yours once more. he swipes and suckles along your awaiting tongue, all so you can swallow the timbre his low whisper, “it was.”

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[arminslutss]

Reiner Braun loves hitting it from the back so he can see your curls bounce

Fingernails digging into your hips, Reiner slammed back into you from behind, watching your ass bounce against his hips– and, more importantly, your curls bounce against your upper back.

Reiner absolutely adored your curls. Whenever you would cuddle, he would twist your curls around his fingers, watching them spring back to normal once he let go.

Despite your protests and complaints about how he would cause frizz, Reiner didn’t stop. Your hair mesmerized him.

But above all, his favorite thing is getting to watch your curls bounce and splay around your shoulders whenever he fucks you from behind. In fact, it’s grown to be his favorite position purely because of your hair.

“Reinerrr…” you groaned, arms sore and tired from holding your lower half up in the air for him for so long.

He kept his brutal pace, fat tip hitting deep inside you with every thrust. Reiner had to hold himself back from reaching out to play with your curls mid-act. Watching them just wasn’t enough.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, breathing growing ragged and thrust becoming slower, “so fucking beautiful.”

Reiner slid one hand down to your pussy, rubbing your clit in gentle circles to make up for his slowed pace. He would drag his cock back out slow, and then slam back into without warning just to watch your hair bounce.

“O-oh god, Rei- nghhh I’m gonna cum!” Whimpers becoming pathetically loud, the coil in your tummy snapped, sending your orgasm crashing over you.

Reiner hissed, pulling out, giving his dick a few strokes before shooting a hot load of cum onto your lower back.

“I hope that didn’t get in my hair,” you mumbled, relaxing from your bent position, asleep arms finally coming back to life.

“I would never. Don’t you trust me not to mess with those perfect curls?” Reiner wiped your back off with a tissue off the nightstand, tossing it. He pulled you to his side, strong arms holding you close.

“I guess,” you murmured, voice muffled from your face in his chest. Reiner chuckled, already starting to play with your curls again, not stopping until you both fell asleep.

Finally wrote something specifically applicable to myself… I definitely enjoyed it.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[lacquerheadd]

or are you just happy to see me?…