Maki’s favorite doll!

"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.

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.

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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.

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.

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.