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theprideful · 11 months
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people like this exhaust me to no end. if artists asking for a little help getting visibility and traction for art that you enjoy and downloaded bothers you, then you don’t actually respect artists or the work, you just want the final product. believe it or not artists are not here at your beck and call to entertain you and then be tossed aside when you’ve gotten your fill. im not even asking for money or for you to tell your friends who made your phone wallpaper. im not asking you to make a post and link my socials or anything. im just asking for a simple reblog. there’s really no work required at all, im not even gonna know if you don’t reblog it and did save it, because it’s just a courtesy thing. but you just had to announce it anyway because you wanted to make sure i knew that you don’t respect my wishes for the people who like my art to support a starving artist with the click of a button while i’m making free content for you to enjoy. (and don’t get me wrong, i wouldn’t share my art if i didn’t enjoy it, but the support and feedback are my lifeline.) if you can’t respect my asking for a single reblog enough to even pretend you care by scrolling on by, then i don’t want you interacting with my content anyway. begone
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saetoru · 10 months
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btw if the words “privileged” or “straight passing” are words in ur vocabulary that u use to describe bisexuals then i don’t want u anywhere near my blog ❤️
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theashenphoenix · 4 months
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美麗への手紙
A gift from the ever wonderful @refinedstorage ❣️
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iamasaddie · 27 days
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Pedro Pascal via Paul Mescal (my editing)
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loves2spwge · 6 months
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a very sweet & loving stankyle kiss i commissioned from @currrsy 💙💚
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teela · 1 month
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coworker!gojo satoru who...
immediately gets hard when he sees you walking around in your skin tight blouse and distractingly low cut skirt. he doesn't even bother to hide how he's looking at the long expanse of your legs while fantasizing on how he would tear apart the flimsy material of your stockings in an instant.
in fact, he would become so deprived at the thought of you that he willingly masturbated to you.
and today was no different.
he had gotten in a bit later to work, half asleep when he enters the elevator in a zombie-like fashion because he had missed his alarm. it's when the metal doors slide open that he hears your sweet voice calling out to him.
"wait! please, hold that open for me, too!"
and oh, how gojo had to fight back the urge of having his cock become half erect for you, your breathy voice enough to send his fantasies into overdrive as he thought about eliciting such soft moans from you with his dick alone.
he stiffly nods, holding the elevator open for you while hiding his gaze beneath a pair of sunglasses. his adam's apple was felt shifting at the mere sight of you, causing him to swallow thickly. here you were, standing so close to him that he could see the droplet of sweat coming down the side of your face. the fact that you'd been running causes your scent to be a mixture of musk and something sweet-
far sweeter...
the natural scent coupled along with the smell of your shampoo and perfume would fill him, causing the blood to rush to his cock so suddenly that he had to fight back a groan. what are the chances that he could cause the elevator cease its ascent by activating the emergency stop?
how long could he fuck into you against the walls, pounding deep inside your wet cunt and have you frothing at the base for him?
yet the moment the elevator door opens, and you step outside first was when gojo would push himself away from the elevators and make a dash toward the restrooms.
with some semblance of privacy, gojo relieves himself at the thought of you, allowing the memory of your scent and the droplet of sweat sliding down your perfect skin to act as his catalyst for such a hedonistic act. he would bite down harshly against his free hand, using his pre-cum as lubricant as he stroked himself at the thought of you, thinking about you and the moment you first came here...
you were a new hire at the company. the moment you stepped foot into the building with your pretty stilettos tap tap tapping with confidence along with your stride, gojo was enamored.
but he wasn't the only one who had fallen so desperately for you.
gojo notices the way his male coworkers would flock toward your cubicle, your beauty like a flower that attracted the most persistent of bees as the men seemed to flock to you in troves. the sight of such assholes ogling at what was his left a bitter taste in his mouth.
he groans and imagines you riding his cock, his eyes clenched shut when he suddenly came in spurts, his cum landing within the waters of the toilet. with a dissatisfied grunt, knowing he had to waste such a load when he could have had you take all that he had to offer was what ultimately fueled his next decision.
he flushes the toilet and comes out of the stall, feeling lucky that no one had witnessed his pathetic actions. he could see his reflection in the mirror, taking note of the wild look in his eyes and how dilated they became at the thought of finally having you. once he fixes himself up, adjusting his suit and tie, was when he finally confronts his physical need for you.
he puts on a calm façade, confidently walking to your cubicle. he sees you diligently typing out a report on your computer and couldn't help but smirk at you.
he knocks on your cubicle to grab your attention... allowing your eyes to meet with his as your perfectly painted lips curl up in a smile.
"gojo, hey. how can i help you?"
a flimsy excuse escapes from his lips, saying he had something urgent to discuss with you- that he needed to speak to you privately.
and lucky for him, that was all the urging you needed to follow him-
exactly right where he wanted you, too.
with the door to the conference room locked, gojo has your back on the table, your legs spread wide open for him as he attacked your cunt with a passion. his lips were on your slick pussy like he was a starved man, with your laced panties sticking out of his front pocket kept as a token for later.
your squeals and moans of his name further excites him, feeling your cunt practically dripping for him. gojo drinks up all that you had to offer, feeling his cock straining against the front of his pants that it made him lose all sense of reasoning.
when he feels your moans become louder is when he pulls away from you, making you lose your high as you whined and gasped against him.
"g-gojo, why did you... you s-stop? was so close, was so so so close!"
he chuckles at the sounds of your desperate whines before unzipping his pants, freeing his cock for you as he stroked himself to full hardness.
"sorry babygirl, but the only thing you're cumming on is this cock."
he frees your hair from the confines of your bun, pulling back your hair harshly to reveal your throat to him. and when he harshly kisses at your soft skin was when he rams inside of you, the squelching sounds of your fucking already echoing throughout the conference room.
gojo's thrusts were sloppy, and his eyes were glazed over, falling in love with you all over again as he could feel your sweet juices staining at his cock, wetting it completely as he worked on drilling himself into you.
this was everything he wanted and more... and if he was going to be fired for doing something incredibly sinful with you in this conference room, then so be it-
because it was so worth it in the end 💋
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6cunning6linguist6 · 2 months
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Thank you to everyone who got me to 500 likes!
"Bimbolicious"
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pinkmirth · 4 months
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himbo reiner and bimbo reader hmmm?
HIMBO!REINER x BIMBO!READER (black coded)
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the cuuutest duo, they would be! they’re both so openly affectionate and giggly with each other, it would be the most adorable display. himbo!rei’s always in tight tees or tanks that make it easy to flex his thick biceps, and his precious girl is never seen without a short frilly skirt, bubblegum-pink heels, flattering push-up bras, lacy tank tops, or all of the above. he loves kissing her glossed lips; they taste like candy. the sweetest thing, she is. he unashamedly displays his feelings for her, as he wears his heart on his sleeve. that man’s gonna gush about his girlfriend all. the. time! his friends on the football team are just about sick of him. reiner doesn’t care, though. you’re forever on his mind, and he can’t bring himself to hide it. not to mention that he’s the kindest boyfriend the universe could bless you with! his arms are always wrapped around your waists, smothering your face with kisses, treating you like nothing short of a princess ❤︎ rei-rei’s an enthusiastic lover, same as bimbo!reader, bracelet-clad arms thrown around his neck to pull him in for a sugary smooch. those manicured hands of yours are always looped around his firm arm, or rubbing down his broad chest. reiner loves having you this close, especially because you smell like heaven. smooth, brown-hued skin hinted with traces of— vanilla, is it? maybe strawberry? or cotton candy? his replies to your adoring touchiness are usually laughs of flattery, cheeks dusted pink at your sweet affection. the both of you may be a little . . . airheaded, sure, but it’s only ‘cause your minds are clouded with pure love >.<
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kentopedia · 7 months
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NB, idea I thought you might like—you know those memes/stories of boyfriends who get drunk and tell their girlfriend something like, “You’re pretty but I have a girlfriend,” or whatever?
Nanami. Very red-faced and very seriously.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ THE BOYFRIEND TRAP — nanami kento
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OMG THIS IS SO CUTE !! it's so funny you mention it bc i've been thinking about writing something like this for a while now hehe. this gave me a perfect excuse to write something sweet bc i've been feeling so emotional about him
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it was satoru's idea to go out drinking. ironic, really, considering he was the one that had a soda in front of him, no more than half-empty, a refill after the first sickeningly sweet one.
across the restaurant, at the bar, gojo was talking with nanami, nodding seriously with a small grin as kento rambled on about something that he would probably regret spilling to the white-haired man in the morning. it was easy to get kento to talk with some alcohol in him; he normally kept things locked up tight, but once you got a drunk kento going, it was, truly, hard to stop him.
"you should get him home," shoko said, smiling from where her hands were set in her hands. "i'm afraid of what satoru is over there asking."
it was then that you noticed the phone in gojo's hands, not so subtly hidden behind the edge of the table, filming as kento waved his hands around in the air. nanami wasn't normally such a lightweight—whatever satoru had ordered him must have packed a heavy punch.
you sighed. "kento is going to kill him tomorrow." with that, you said goodbye to shoko and stood from the table, heading over to the two men conversing at the bar.
as you approached, satoru waved gleefully, not even trying to hide the fact that he was filming the entire scene.
"are you ready, kento?" you asked, grabbing your phone from your bag to check the time; it was later than you thought. "we should probably leave or we'll miss the last train."
"you're leaving? it's still so early," satoru whined, a dramatic pout on his lips. "i can just call ijichi-"
"you bother that man enough." you rolled your eyes. not to mention, kento would probably be mortified if his younger colleague saw him in such a state. "come on, ken-" you placed a hand on his forearm, but it was only there for a moment before nanami, politely, lifted it off his arm and gave it back to you.
"i'm sorry," he said, his expression one of complete seriousness, despite his reddened face. "i can't go with you."
you glanced over at satoru, who covered his mouth, trying not to choke on his laughter. "why not?" you asked kento, your eyebrows pulling together.
nanami stood straighter, his eyes hazy as he regarded you apologetically. his tie was loosened, and the top button of his shirt was undone, cooling his heated skin. "you're pretty," he said, slurring the words a bit. "but i have a girlfriend."
satoru's laughter escaped in loud cackles as he held the phone up higher, shoving it into nanami's face.
you blinked up at kento, a small smile pulling onto your lips. "you do, huh? you don't think i'm prettier than your girlfriend?"
he frowned. "no. of course not." kento's hair had come undone, two blonde strands falling over his forehead as he sifted through his pocket, pulling out his phone. he showed you the lockscreen; a photo of you smiling widely beside him as he kissed you on the cheek. "see how cute she is? she's beautiful."
you laughed, your cheeks warm as you took the phone from his hands. "she sure looks an awful lot like me, kento." giving the phone back to him, you showed him your own lock screen, another photo of the same day; this one was just of kento smiling softly at the camera, the orange sunset glowing against his skin.
he stared at the photo for a moment, studying it, as if unsure why you had a picture of him. then, his face cleared. "oh," kento breathed, looking back at you and then the photo, a realization erupting behind his eyes. "that's why you're so pretty."
you smiled, and tugged his hand to pull him away from the barstool. "you are very pretty too, kento," you said, and his cheeks grew redder, his smile lopsided from all the alcohol. "i'm glad i won't have to drag you out of here like a toddler." though you exhaled a sigh, it was more amused than anything.
waving goodbye to satoru, you led kento out of the restaurant, his arms stringing around your waist as he clung to you. he kissed your cheek, your temple, and you laughed breathlessly, pretending to be exasperated.
"i love you," he said, squeezing you tight. "you're my favorite person in the entire world." the letters were drawn out, the syllables meshing together as he stumbled onto his feet. you were certain he would've fallen onto the pavement, had it not been for the tight grip on your body.
he repeated the words again, i love you, i love you, like he couldn't get enough of the taste of them on his tongue.
the feeling of him around you was warm, and you leaned back into his chest, just as in love with him as he was with you. though, you couldn't help but mess around with him a little more. teasing him was, perhaps, the one hobby you shared with gojo.
"you love me that much?" you asked, but you still kissed him softly, grinning against his flushed lips. "two minutes ago you didn't even remember who i was."
he hummed, pressing a kiss to your top of your head, stalling you in the middle of the sidewalk. he dragged you close, staring at you with hearts in his eyes. "'m sorry, sweetheart," kento said, running a hand through your hair. "think i drank too much."
you laughed, lacing your fingers with his own. "maybe just a little."
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moraxsthrone · 1 year
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OMFFGGG LILY WHY YOU GOTTA DO THIS TO ME RN?? WHYYYY??
i was about to gtfo and make myself smth to eat and go maybe even go to bed at a respectable hour but now my head is DEVOID OF ALL THOUGHT EXCEPT DILF!ZHONGLI. 😭😭😭
okay but...
damn it. modern au!dilf!zhongli...
warnings: nsfw. mdni.
...who has been your kid's martial arts instructor for the past few months. he's kind, soft-spoken, and has the sexiest voice you've heard in your entire life.
...whose son/daughter has become friends with your child during this time. they've even taken turns having sleepovers, leading you and zhongli to interact outside of the dojo.
...who you learn is single when you ask if he or his child's mother will be picking them up the next afternoon.
...whose piercing amber eyes you've felt lingering on you just a little too long when he thinks you won't notice.
...who you volunteered to help tidy up the dojo with after lessons one Saturday afternoon while his assistant took all the students to get pizza.
...whose hips you feel press against your bottom when he reaches up to grab something for you that was just out of your reach.
...who heard the way you gasped when you felt his semi against your butt through his pants.
...who didn't back away when you pushed back against him.
...whose lips brushed your ear when he said, "i think we both have something the other wants..."
...who smirked down at you when you did an about-face and braced your hands on the edge of the countertop behind you while looking up at him with parted lips.
...whose eyes you could've sworn began to glow just before he leaned down and ghosted his lips against yours, tentatively.
...whose breath hitched when you wrapped your fingers around the back of his neck and stood on your tippy toes to capture his lips in a kiss.
...whose print is tenting his grey joggers when he cups your sex in his skilled hand.
...who moans into your mouth when you push your fingers inside his waistband, moving things along bc you know you've only got so much time. (before the author starves to death)
...who wraps his strong hands around your waist and hoists you up, the bare skin of your trembling thighs slapping against the cool surface when your short, little skirt (that he KNOWS you wore on purpose) rides up around your hips.
...who hooks his hands in the pits of your knees to open and push your legs back to expose the fact that you're not wearing any underwear.
...whose cock twitches in his pants at the sight of your clean, naked pussy lips spreading for him before he leans in to finally taste you.
...whose warm, wet tongue circles your clit before taking it between his soft lips to suck.
...who moans with you in his mouth when you push your fingers into his auburn-tipped hair and grab a fistful of it.
...who has you arching your back, slick dripping off the edge of the counter as he furrows his brow and sighs against your cunt.
...who's fisting the thick head of his cock through the grey cotton material while he drinks down every drop of your orgasm.
...who lifts you up and helps you down, only for you to lift his shirt and make out with his abs and chest before pulling your own top off.
...whose waistband you hook your fingers around and slowly lower until his hard, leaking cock springs out to slap against the narrow line of dark brown hair beneath his navel.
...who wedges his naked hips between your moist thighs as you lay back on the tatami, fingertips grazing the length of his torso along the way.
...whose sculpted build would give apollo a run for his money, abdominal muscles contracting and relaxing with every quickened breath as he settles between your open legs.
...who leans down to suck and nip along your carotid while his drooling tip bounces against your naked sex.
...who releases a shaky breath when you wrap your hand around his cock and guide him to your entrance.
...whose broad tip stretches your pink opening as his hips lean into yours.
...who curses under his breath when your tight ring closes around the protrusion of his glans with a soft pop.
...who relishes the feeling of your calves pressing against his naked ass to pull him deeper as you whimper his name.
...who takes his time inching inside you, withdrawing an inch or two here and there to feel the tight warmth of your walls try and pull him back in.
...who lifts your hips off the floor to let your bottom rest on the tops of his thighs before he begins to thrust, slow, but deep.
...who watches you - your open-mouthed gasps, your hard nipples jutting towards the sky when you arch your back, your arms trying to ground yourself as he begins to thrust into you faster, harder.
...who reaches behind his back to wrap his long, slender fingers around your ankles and guide them to the tops of his shoulders on either side of his neck.
...who hugs your thighs while he drags his slick cock in and out of you with powerful thrusts with sharp slaps of wet skin.
...whose quiet grunts and groans are barely audible over your pitiful whines and loud moans as he leans forward, pressing your thighs back with the weight of his body and the force of his fucking.
...who screws his eyes shut when you cum on the curve of his cock while whining and pawing at his chest.
...whose own orgasm is impending swiftly, as indicated by the quick, uneven thrusts of his cock inside your spent cunt.
...who lets one of your thighs fall open when he pulls out with a long, drawn out groan.
...who jerks his closed fist over the head of his wet, twitching cock a few times before his facial muscles relax and the first of several spurts of his white hot semen streaks across your belly.
...who looks down at you with knitted eyebrows as he squeezes the last drops of his cum from his spongy cockhead onto your sticky skin.
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faithinlouisfuture · 5 months
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casual rehearsal rizz 🎤🚬 (x)
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serotinals · 5 months
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A Long Winter | The Thirteen Letters | Not Easily Conquered
ao3: dropdeaddreams, WhatAreFears
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teela · 2 months
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something soft, naughty, and sweet with nanami kento... the walking green flag himself.
husband material.
the man who worships the ground you walk on.
the one who will give his life for you.
he treats you like the goddess you are, never once straying from your side, acting like your personal bodyguard whenever you went out together.
but the moment his cock thrusts inside of your sopping wet cunt, all of his sense of formalities were tossed out the window.
he has an obsession with the sheer taste of you, often spending his time ripping off your paper thin blouse and mini skirt with his large hands, his once slicked back hair now a mess of tangles because of how you kept running your fingers within them.
the way his blond hair falls across his face makes you shiver, watching his brown eyes being eclipsed with a lingering darkness, becoming dilated due to his uncontrollable lust for you.
his sinful lips presses kisses down your inner thigh when he slides down your panties with his teeth. you began to let out soft whines of his name, already clenching with need for him.
"ken, please... i'm so... i just... oh..." you end your statement with a moan the moment he presses his lips against your pussy, sliding his tongue across your folds while tracing at the outer lips of your cunt. he says nothing, yet you could feel his groan sending vibrations down your spine.
with a pant, you fall back against the luxurious, king sized bed, hands already delving themselves into nanami's hair as he begins fucking your cunnie with his tongue. he swirls the wet appendage inside of your gummy walls, seeming determined to suck the soul right out of you as he doesn't cease his sinful kisses.
he explores your body with an expertise- playing you like a symphony as a cacophony of moans fill at the air.
a sudden rush of something powerful was felt between your legs as tears began to dot your vision, "oh, k-ken, stop, i feel really strange. this is... oh..."
a string of moans and breathless gasps were heard when nanami lifts your hips, allowing your legs to wrap around his head when he buries his entire face within your cunt, not stopping his tongue's rapid movements in and out of it-
even when you felt a warm liquid pouring out of you and into his awaiting lips.
a gasp was heard escaping from you, coupled along with an embarrassed whine of his name. feeling the red hotness against your cheek, you couldn't bring yourself to look at him-
you were curled up into a fetal position, unaware of how nanami was looking at you with a feral gaze. his lips were still wet, made evident from your squirting, his cock practically leaking for you as he pulled your leg until he was settled between your thighs once more.
"what was that? did you just... squirt on me...?"
a whine escapes from your lips, and you finally gather your courage to see nanami giving you what had to be the sexiest smirk alive.
not even bothering to give any warnings, he strokes his cock into full hardness momentarily before thrusting his dick deep inside of you, making you inadvertently clench around him in response. a dark chuckle was heard coming from him when he grips at your bouncing breasts. you were left seeing stars now, with your back arching against the bed as nanami continued to fuck himself into you, filled with a desperation to make you cum, just like that, again.
"c'mon... do it for me again... do it for daddy again... wet his cock. make a mess out of his cock just like that... wanna see those juices sliding down my cock. c'mon baby, c'mon."
you were crying out his name now, clutching at the bed while feeling the intense pleasure washing through you. as if following his command, you felt the same, intense rush of your orgasm, making your boyfriend take in the sight of your love juices running down his shaft now.
his cock pulses, growing bigger inside of you when he helps you ride out your release. only when your walls become even tighter in a vice grip did he still his hips, allowing his balls to tighten while shooting his seed inside of you.
you feel his grip on your waist- feeling his limp cock weakly thrusting in and out of you as he made sure to empty his seed within your soaking wet cunt. he lets out a groan of your name, falling against you as he hid his head within the curve of your neck.
you were both covered in sweat, and even though you felt so hot- you did not push nanami's heavy weight off of you. he seemed speechless now, simply running his chapped lips against the length of your bare shoulder, making you sigh at the gesture.
"ken..." you call out to him, practically love drunk and so stupidly in love with him. pressing your lips against the side of his face, you eagerly wait for his post-nut clarity to kick in, knowing that he was going to spoil you with the aftercare you knew that you deserved.
so when you felt him suddenly harden inside of you, you couldn't stop the the shocked, choked moan from escaping your throat.
"that was the first time you ever squirted on my cock... and i need to make you feel so good again, need to have your pretty pussy wetting my dick."
nanami was looking down at you with a blush dyeing his strong cheekbones, sitting back up on the bed as he tosses both of your legs over his shoulders, making quick pounds against your sensitive cunt.
"gonna be a good girl f'me...? can you give me another one... please, i need to feel another one... gotta feel my pretty princess wrap herself around me again and again and again." he finishes his statement with another powerful thrust against your cunt.
and if the squelching sounds of your pussy echoing throughout your bedroom wasn't enough proof, you made sure to vocalize just how much you wanted to make your man happy by squirting on his cock once more 💋
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hypnotic-kink · 29 days
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akeminy · 2 months
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I come quickly just to show you my boyfriend on his stream today😍
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Why does he look so beautiful? Hide all the scissors!!
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pinkmirth · 5 months
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What kinks do you think each Castlevania man would have? Asking for a science project
⸻ WANT & NEEDS!
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MY LOVE NOTE! 𝜗𝜚 ₊ ⊹ oooh, kinks you say? >< glad you asked, nonnie! for scientific purposes only, of course . . .
CONTAINS . . . 𝜗𝜚 ₊ ⊹ multi castlevania men x fem!reader (black coded); adrian ‘alucard’ tepes, trevor belmont, richter belmont, hector forgemaster, isaac forgemaster, & vlad ‘dracula’ tepes; praise, body worship, breeding, power play (dom/sub), edging, bdsm (flogging), explicit language, lowercase intended, not proofread (apologies for any typos!), minors shoo!
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ALUCARD!
praise • he wants— no, needs to hear the effect he has on you. is he doing well? do you want it faster? are these brittle-cold hands of his any good at handling your body? it’s all he wants; to hear those sweet, sweet words tumble from your lips and grace his ears. words of affirmation is what adrian holds onto dearly. tell him you love him, just voice it out through a whisper, and he’ll melt into you with the loudest moan you’ve ever pried from him. his sounds will heighten, pace increased with a surge of fervor, a fueled drive to please you. yes, he likes being sweet-talked when it’s coming from his beloved. flatter him a bit, and he’ll surely give you a night to remember.
oh my god i’m so sorry but I’m adding another for my favorite man; body worship! • adrian is all about devotion. once he’s invested in anything, in you, he pours in everything he has to offer. alucard doesn’t take it lightly; you trusting him enough to be so vulnerable as to getting intimate with him. unclothing with him. touching yourself before him. joining your body with his own . . . letting his cock press its way into your tight, delicate entrance. it’s an honor, and he sees it as such. his lips never leave your skin, kissing along your neck as he rolls his hips into you, fucking deep into your warmth. ‘thank you,’ he whimpers, tone low but light as a whisper, ‘thank you, my love . . .’ his hands, big and cold, trail along your hips, against your tummy, around your ass, anywhere he can grace with his cool touch. he likes when you voice your approval of him, but loves to praise you all the more.
TREVOR!
breeding • there’s no denying; it took this man no time at all to get sypha pregnant! and god, if that doesn’t convince you, than nothing else can. he fucks with reckless abandon, and finishes inside as it’s his favorite place to do so. he’ll keep you stuffed with him, cock pulsing from within you as he uses your pliant womb to empty his fat balls of the last spurt of his thick, potent cum. there’s a dopey grin he carries knowing that he’s thoroughly fucked a baby into you. perhaps he isn’t destined to be the only remaining survivor of the house of belmont, after all.
RICHTER!
flogging • he doesn’t like to punish you. no, not at all. but seemingly, you quite enjoy receiving it. when you’re working up a fit just to gauge his reaction, richter knows what to do. the unnecessary attitude, sharp mouth, huffy noises— you just want to be spanked. and so, he throws you over his lap, bunches up the frilly layers of your skirt, and allows his handheld flogging toy, purchased for moments like these, to fall upon the jiggling flesh of your round ass. you moan from the pain, and his cock throbs from beneath his trousers. again, it lashes against your bum and the contact makes you jolt in his lap, trembling over his thighs and dripping all over his flogger toy. it’s almost . . . beautiful, watching the sting of pleasure bloom into a faint, lasting red on your supple skin.
HECTOR!
power play • he may be on top, but you’re holding onto the reins. telling him to slow down, speed up, drive into you deeper; it’s all up to you. and oh, is he quick to listen. he’s a pretty little thing— handsome, intelligent, obedient. he aims for your pleasure much more than his own, sneaking beneath layers of fabric to eat you out, determined to make you cum from the swipe of his tongue alone. he isn’t just doing it because you asked, no. he likes the tug of your fingers weaves through his hair, pushing his face further into your dripping cunt. he likes to be used, to be lead, to feel no regret for being vulnerable. you’re sure of what you want from hector and find no shame in demanding for more, blessing him with the direction he so desperately needs.
ISAAC!
edging • isaac simply likes the control it gives, and who is he to turn away from exercising the art of pure discipline? he feels you fluttering around him, sounds growing pitchier as you try and fuck yourself on his cock. it’s easy for him to keep you still in this angle, as he’s kneeling above you and you’re laid on your back, peering up at him with lust-blown eyes and the most desperate expression he’s ever come across. a large hand of his grabs your face, and sternly. his thrusts come to a stop. to that, you whine, but he doesn’t fucking care. you’ll learn some self-control, he’ll make sure of it; even if he’s stuffed you full and the dick has you going brainless.
DRACULA!
soft sex • dare i say this man is vanilla as fuck? he just wants to please, and coddles you throughout it all with his imposing frame. he makes up for his cold touch with the safety and experience his large hands have to offer. vlad craves pure intimacy; nothing extreme, just pure bliss.
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