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ughzui · 2 years

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𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬.

tengen uzui x fem!reader | 3.1k words | minors do not interact

content warnings: loss of virginity, slight corruption kink, daddy kink, fingering, slight size kink, breeding kink, creampie,

author’s note: my tengen brainrot is absolutely atrocious. off the charts. mind boggling. i love him so much. there will be a second and perhaps third part to this. big thank you to @cherrykamado for beta’ing this for me!! <3

networks: @knyplaymatemansion

Swirls of steam curled off of the surface of the water, slowly drifting upwards towards the night sky. Tengen sank lower in the water, allowing his shoulders to submerge and relax under the soothing heat of the spring. The mission had been long and strenuous, weeks of careful consideration and following a demon that had been going after young girls. It felt like forever before he’d been able to safely corner it and dispose of it. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes, enjoying the calm atmosphere of the moment. Soft rustling drew him out of his peace as he cracked an eye open to see what the disturbance had been.

You stood there like a deer in a hunter’s sight, frozen and eyes wide. “My apologies! I didn’t realize anyone was out here at this time of night,” you spoke frantically, quickly clapping a hand over your eyes to block him from view.

A low laugh rumbled in his chest at your reaction to his presence. He recognized you quickly, the corps member who’d accompanied him on his most recent mission. You’d been a great help, very eager to learn from him and extremely obedient with the orders he’d given you. He’d taken a liking to you very quickly.

“Don’t apologize. Join me, you deserve it. You worked hard too.”

The offer was nice, but you weren’t sure what to say. Wouldn’t it be inappropriate to intrude on a superior in that way? But then again, he’d told you to. “Alright. Thank you.”

Slightly nervous fingers untied your yukata before slipping it off and folding it neatly. You set it on a stool before stepping into the hot spring. Tengen shifted over, making space for you to sit comfortably across from him. The high heat of the water was the exact thing you needed to soothe the exhaustion in your overworked muscles.

“Do you have another mission or are they giving you a break before they throw you back out?” he asked, crossing his arms across his broad chest.

You shrugged, already feeling the relaxing effects coming over you. “They haven’t given me anything yet. Maybe I’ll get a day or two.”

He nodded, understanding the sentiment quite well. “What rank are you now? Kinoe?”

You sighed. “Not yet. Maybe within the year, I hope. I’m still Kinoto.”

“That’s still impressive. You’re still young. Lots of improvement can still be made. You’ve climbed the ranks quickly. It’s admirable.”

Humming in agreement, you glanced at him. “Were you still young when you became a hashira? You’re still pretty young aren’t you?”

“I was. And I am. Lots of living left ahead of me.”

You always thought the hashira were the most impressive group of individuals in Japan, and likely on the planet. They exhibited strength and talent that everyone and everything paled in comparison to. It had been a goal of yours at first, but it still seemed far out of reach.

“You look tense. Are you sore?”

His words distracted you from your thoughts, leaving you speechless for a moment.

“What?”

Tengen grinned. “You’re holding tension in your body. Are you sore? I know that last fight was tough. Come here.” He gestured towards himself, moving just enough that you could tell he parted his thighs and was inviting you to sit between them.

Embarrassment made heat creep up to your cheeks. “Nono, I’m fine. It’s okay, don’t worry about me.” He was absolutely correct. Your shoulders and back ached more than they ever had after a mission. But how were you supposed to let your superior put his hands on you like that? Especially when you were both undressed.

“You were my mission partner for a month. I’m supposed to worry about you a little bit. Now come here.”

He nodded when you scooted closer, his hands encircling your biceps to drag you fully between his thighs. He ignored your squeak of protest as he slid his hands up to his shoulders, fingers kneading skillfully at your back. A relaxed sigh left your parted lips, your head falling forward to give him more access.

“Will you go see your family while you have some time off?” he asked, trailing his hands to the center of your back.

“No. They’ve moved out to the country and it’s too far. I won’t have any time to see them and come ba- Oh god!” Your hands flew to grip at his thighs, your nails digging into his skin. He’d focused his touch on a particularly sensitive knot in your back, leaving you stunned and shaky.

“Right there, hmm?” he hummed, continuing the gentle circles against your spine.

You could only nod, your grip still tensed on his muscular thighs. Each drag of his touch pulled tiny whimpers and gasps out of you. It was too much and just enough at the same time, the pain slowly dissipating from your muscles.

Tengen leaned close to you. So close that you could feel his breath ghost against the shell of your ear when he spoke. “You’re so noisy. How’re you feeling now?” he murmured, his hands slowly sliding to rest at the bottom of your spine.

“Much better. I don’t even hurt anymore,” you sighed, rolling your shoulders back to test the full effects of his talented fingers.

His touch lingered on the small of your back for a moment before he dragged his hands up your sides. “You know, you sounded so lewd just from me touching you.”

“Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. It just felt so nice.”

He clicked his tongue. “Don’t apologize. See, I’d like to hear you actually make those noises for me.” He pressed his chest into your back, fingertips ghosting ever so lightly over your hips.

“W-what? But your wives,” you stuttered, gasping as he pressed his lips against the back of your neck.

“They’re well aware of the things I want to do with you. My letters to them were well received during our mission.” He pressed his hand flat against your belly, holding you still as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “There’s a certain… Openness in our relationship. So what do you say? Do you want me to make you feel good?”

A mixture of emotions swirled in your mind as he spoke. You could feel his steady heartbeat against your back as he placed yet another kiss against your heated skin. “Yes.” That was all you could muster as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Yes what? Use your words. I don’t like meek little girls,” he chastised. He knew full well what you meant, but drawing more out of you was more fun.

“Yes, I want you to make me feel good. Please.”

Before you could take a breath, his teeth were nipping against your sensitive skin and his fingers were sliding further south until they rested at the apex of your thighs. You parted your legs, allowing him to run a finger between your folds. Your breath hitched in your throat at the feeling, your hand coming to rest over his much larger one.

“Are you nervous? Don’t be. I’ll take care of you.”

“No one’s ever… I’ve never…” Each time you started, you couldn’t seem to finish your sentence.

“Don’t worry. I'll be gentle.”

Deft fingers drew tiny circles over your clit, sending jolts of electricity through your body. His free hand held you tightly, keeping you from squirming too hard against him. You inhaled sharply when he pressed his finger into your hole, the slight sting taking you aback. He moved slowly, stroking your sensitive walls with the calloused pad of his finger. It made you dizzy; the sensation completely foreign and overwhelming.

Before long , the hazy pleasure was the only thing you could focus your mind in. Tengen was rhythmic, pumping his thick digit in and out in a perfectly steady pattern. Once he was sure you were comfortable, he curled it upwards, catching and pressing hard against your g-spot. Your yelp of shock made a Cheshire grin spread across his face.

“How’s that, little one?” he crooned, letting your waist go so that he could toy with your clit at the same time.

“So so good,” you whined, rocking your hips forward into his touch.

His lips were back against your neck, sucking a constellation of blemishes into your skin. The intrusion of a second finger sent you reeling, your walls clamping erratically around them as he scissored them to stretch you even further.

You cried out sharply, head falling back against his shoulder as the tension in your belly tightened. “U-Uzui I think I’m close,” you whispered, eyes shut tight as you essentially rode his hand.

“Call me Tengen, sweetheart. And I know you are, you’re squeezing me so tight. Just relax and let go, pretty girl,” he coached, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

His words made you giddy, your heart skipping a beat. He was just so charismatic, and you knew he wasn’t even trying at all. You had to admit he had always flustered you a bit, especially during your missions. He was so guiding despite being so bold and brash. His company was one that you’d grown used to and comfortable with.

His chin rested on your shoulder, the perfect position for him to bite at the tender skin. He pinched your clit gently, toying with the swollen bundle of nerves. You cried out, belly dipping as you sucked in a deep breath to try to keep yourself composed. If not for the buffer of the water, the wet slick sound of your cunt around his fingers would be nearly overwhelming. You could feel yourself gush arousal with each deep thrust of his fingers.

Your thighs trembled, threatening to close around his wrist as you slipped even deeper into ecstasy. His unrelenting actions became unbearable as you hit your peak, shaky begs of his name spilling from your mouth as you came undone on his fingers. You heard a faint “there you go” over the bloodrush in your ears, your hips shivering and stuttering as you chased even more contact from the large man below you.

He came to a slow stop and shifted you out of his lap. Quickly noticing your confusion, he cupped your cheek in his palm. “Don’t worry, it’s okay. I’m just gonna take you inside. I’m not deflowering you in an onsen.”

Tengen pulled you to straddle his lap, your chest against his as he fit his hand under your knees before rising to his feet. Almost immediately, you locked your ankles around his waist, terrified that you would fall.

“Relax, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” One hand slid to rest under your ass while the other splayed against your back.

He made quick work of getting inside and situated, laying you gently upon the tatami mat covered floor. His large figure loomed over yours, broad chest and shoulders dwarfing you under him. He nudged your legs open with his knee and settled between them, his hips resting against your own as he leaned forward to capture your lips in a heated kiss.

Your hands flew to rest on his chest, fingernails digging into his tanned skin. He groaned into your mouth, teeth nipping at your bottom lip. Gasping at the feeling, your lips parted to grant him access. He slid his tongue against yours, enjoying the soft pleasure-filled sigh he drew out of you. He was intoxicating; your head spinning like you’d been drinking for hours.

“Tengen please, it hurts,” you breathed, the desperate ache between your thighs becoming unbearable. “I need you.”

He growled lowly, eyes squeezing shut at your coy request. Who was he to deny you that? Running a hand through his hair, he sat back on his heels and stared down at you. He could feel his mouth water at the sight: your breasts heaving with each deep breath and your perfect cunt dripping in anticipation for him. It was almost too good to be true. He grabbed your hips, manhandling you so that his cock was situated between your slick folds.

His length was hot and heavy laying right against your sensitive clit. He rolled his hips, grinding it against where you needed him the most. Before you could even open your mouth to protest his teasing and beg for more, he pressed the fat tip against your hole before slowly easing it inside. You saw stars, back arching and hands scrabbling at the floor below you. He was rough but painfully slow, taking his sweet time bullying his thick cock into your virgin cunt.

Your mewls were like music to his ears, lewdly sweet and desperate. Tengen gripped tightly at your waist, holding you still as he split your gummy walls with the impressive girth of his shaft. Hands flying to his shoulders, you threw your head back in bliss as he bottomed out in you. He was so deep, so thick, filling you just perfectly.

“How're you doing, sweetheart?” he asks, thrusting shallowly into you.

“Good. So good,” you squeaked, writhing as his pace began to pick up.

He grinned down at you, canines glinting under the dim light of the room. “Perfect.”

With that, he settled on a brutal pace, one that had you gasping and trembling under him. It was so cruel; the way he stretched your tiny hole around his massive cock would surely ruin you for any other man. No other man could ever treat you the way he could. You’d come crawling back to him every time, begging him to make you feel so good compared to what those pathetic useless men could do.

His lips were back on yours, tongue hastily gliding against your own. He swallowed down your moans and whines, grunting as he crashed his hips into yours. Tengen was in a daze, the only things he could focus on being the way your warm cunt squeezed him and the way the sweet taste of you on his tongue made him dizzy.

He pulled away, giving you a moment to catch your breath as he reached down with one hand to run a circle on your swollen clit. You panted like a bitch in heat, tongue lolling out as ecstasy built up in your abdomen. Warbles of his name and ‘please’ fell from your mouth, tears pricking your lash line as your orgasm approached rapidly. Tengen could see it in your eyes, prompting him to angle his hips to reach deeper into you.

“Ohh god! F-fuck! I’m gonna..!” Your voice cracked as you gasped, legs shaking and toes curling as the heat in your belly raged to an inferno. “Oh fuck ‘m cumming! Daddy I’m- Shit!” Your mouth fell open into an ‘o’ shape as the tension snapped, your pussy spasming around his cock as he fucked you through your orgasm.

He grunted, watching the way a creamy ring of white built around his base with each thrust into your soaked cunt. The gush of your orgasm had made a mess of both his and your thighs, only adding to the wet smack of his balls against your ass. Your face of pure bliss was burned into his brain, his heart racing as the sweet sound of your voice calling him daddy played on a loop in his head.

That set something alight in him, chest burning as he quickened his pace. Your body lurched, prompting him to loop his arm under your waist and hold you tighter.

“Takin’ Daddy’s cock so well,” he moaned, pressing sloppy kisses along your jaw. “Such a good girl. You’re doing so fucking good for me.”

Your nails dragged thin lines of red into his skin, making him gasp in pain and pleasure. He bent lower over you, holding you chest to chest with him as he fucked hard into you. Your moans were muffled against his shoulder, eyes rolling back as the now familiar feeling of your approaching orgasm washed over you. If you’d known better, you would’ve been able to tell he was close as well.

Tengen’s hips stuttered, his pace becoming sloppier as his own pleasure began to overwhelm him. You could feel his heartbeat against your chest, the rhythm as fast and erratic as your own. It was so intimate; he could feel every inch of your body and you could feel every inch of his own.

“I think I’m gonna cum again,” you whispered, letting your eyes slip closed in relief as he pummeled the head of his cock into your g-spot. “Tengen! Daddy! Shit!”

He gasped sharply, moaning wantonly at the way your walls squeezed around him. Fuck, you were close again. It was impressive, your resolve was quite outstanding to him. Your first time, yet you were able to come undone around him multiple times. It made something primal bubble up in his chest. He needed you. He needed to keep you around. You needed to be his.

“Cum for me, sweet girl. Let Daddy know how good he makes you feel,” he rasped, trying to keep in control.

You whined, shaking your head slightly. “Cum with me please. Wanna feel you fill me up. Please Daddy. Wanna be yours. Make me yours,” you plead, tears streaking your cheeks and dampening his already sweaty skin.

That sent him over the edge, his thrusts speeding up as he chased his release. You came first, back arching and eyes rolled back as you unraveled in his arms. Your shattered sobs and his greedy moans filled the air with a symphony of ecstasy. Tengen came with a low groan, hips pressed flush against yours as he flooded your womb with his hot, sticky cum. Your cunt milked him for everything he was worth, sucking him in and creaming prettily around him.

The two of you clung to each other as you came down from your highs, hands desperately holding anything they could reach. You caught your breath slowly, heart still pounding as you opened your eyes to look up at him. His cheeks were pink and his pupils were still blown. He loosened his grip for a moment, reaching up to brush the tears from your cheeks. His fingers traced along your jaw, cradling your face as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“You did so well,” he murmured, slowly sitting up and pulling you with him.

Your legs stayed draped over his hips, bodies flush against each other as he rubbed soothing circles against your back. You were exhausted, but you wouldn’t have changed any moment of the past few hours.

“Thank you,” you said, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

Tengen smiled softly and kissed the top of your head gently. “I’ll take you with me to my estate. You can meet my wives.”

Nodding at his words, you shifted to glance up at him. “That sounds pleasant,” you hummed, returning the smile.

“Oh it will be. They’ll want to have their turn with you too.”

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manjiroscum · 2 years

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honeydew

Character/s: Bonten!Ran Haitani

Warnings: f!reader, curse words, soft dom!ran, breeding kink, unprotected sex, and fluff. Minors do not interact.

Note: for @sanzuchi bc we bond over ran haitani brainrot ✊ and him breeding us 😵

Synopsis: After the wedding, the honeymoon is the next most anticipated part, especially to your husband.

✃WC: 1.4k

Adjusting the yukata he wore, Ran Haitani leaned back against the comfy leather seat just outside the private onsen with a cold can of beer in his hand while the other held his phone. The screen glowing brightly under his limpid violets that scanned each and every greeting and words of congratulations attached with photos from the wedding earlier. Chuckling at the random photos Rindou sent during the after-party held somewhere in the heart of Tokyo—whispering pity at Sanzu’s inebriated form lying on the floor while his brother did a peace sign—his eyes traveled to the gold band glinting in his ring finger. Pride swelling up in his chest at the thought of being your husband. However, in the back of his mind, he knew taking you to this exclusive ryokan wouldn't be enough to showcase his gratitude.

A simple wedding was all you asked for despite his multiple reminders that it was alright to splurge for the event, especially on the dress. And what was he to do when you were adamant on keeping it modest and low-key? Inviting only family and close friends, holding the ceremony on a private beach… Ran had to entertain numerous inquiries on why it was so, knowing him to be the type to show off. He knew you did it for everyone's safety, even his, due to the nature of his job and reputation. Every last detail in the ceremony, from the color schemes down to the shoes he would wear, you were there to take the lead—Ran was quite lost in these things, never considering he’ll be a married man until you came. And for that, he was grateful… Which is why he is keen on expressing it tonight, the honeymoon.

The aloof expression on his face for every other guest that happened to pass by failed to convey his excitement for this evening’s agenda. Maybe if there was someone who could read his mind, they would probably be embarrassed at the lewd scenarios playing in his head. Even earlier while he sat there in the hot spring, the mere bamboo walls that separated you both seemed malleable in his hands. Palms itching to touch your skin as if it were for the first time once more. And really, who was to blame him for his excitement that rivaled his teenage days when he was taking you to bed as his wife now?

“Ran? You didn’t have to wait for me out here…” Emerging from the curtain, you had a towel around your shoulders, hands still drying your damp hair. Cheeks warm after soaking into the hot water for too long. It was supposed to be an ordinary sight, like you just came out of the shower, but to your husband’s eyes were wide like you were coming out nude. This was not like him—the ever-present flirtatious smile and that smug smirk he often flashed, but it was flattering to see it. Deciding not to make a comment at his gawking, you chuckled. “Let’s go? I’m sure the beds have already been laid out.”

“S-sure…” he mumbled, standing up. Emptying the can of beer before tossing it into a nearby bin, he linked both of your hands together on the way back to the room. “You could’ve stayed longer back there. Wouldn’t have mind.”

Pressing yourself closer to him, you giggle softly, “It was indeed amazing, but we’re staying here for three days so I’m sure I could go there again tomorrow. What about you? Did you enjoy your soak?”

Much of his reply was uttered in a soft mumble, his thoughts focused on your breasts rubbing against his arm. Head entertaining the flooding images of how he would suck on those nipples later, wondering if they were soft and warm after spending almost an hour in the hot spring. Groaning at his semi-hard cock underneath the confines of his yukata, Ran sighed in defeat. There was no way he’d last longer without wanting to be deep inside you—especially with how soft your aura has become all too suddenly. Maybe he’ll have to postpone peeling those tangerines for you in the morning.

“R-Ran? Baby, why are we running?” The abrupt picking up of your husband's pace had you quirking your brow, wondering why he was in such a hurry until your back met the door and his lips hungrily pressed against your mouth, erection rubbing against your thigh.

“Sorry… for rushing,” he whispered in between kisses. Purple hues swirling with desire that had your heart pounding erratically, fingernails digging into his forearm. “I just… fucking want you right now. Been waiting all day for my pretty girl and to be inside your pussy.”

Oh.

Lamenting on the beautiful lingerie you packed for your husband still sitting inside your suitcase, you shivered underneath his heat and muscle. The yukata you wore slipped past your shoulders and pooled around your legs, the futon’s smooth cloth rubbing against your bare ass while grinding against Ran. Tongue tasting the malty drink he had earlier in his mouth, moaning at your husband’s long fingers pulling your panty down your legs. Slit slick with arousal at the scent of his cologne. Every touch, every kiss—it seemed it was all happening for the very first time. And the moment he sheathed his cock into your weeping cunt, gummy walls hugging him tightly, you feared the walls were too thin and the tatami mats would break down as Ran slowly sped up his thrusting. Toes curling up in the air, finding homage on your husband’s waist

Unshed tears glimmered in your eyes, the hand over your mouth useless for your husband was intent on letting the whole ryokan know he was fucking you hard and wild. The corners of his lips curled up at the whines and whimpers he dragged out of your throat, the tip of his long shaft kissing your cervix with no fail.

“R-Ran, fuck—more, more!”

“Anything for you, baby,” he groaned, pressing your knees to your tits, pupils dilating at your fat pussy lips spreading wide. “You like that? Tell me, pretty. Do you like to get fucked like this?” Pulling out only to thrust back in fully, Ran smiled at you biting back a scream. “My pretty whore, yeah? Looked so beautiful in that white dress. Would’ve loved to fuck you in it, but it’s fine. Can do that another time. Have all the time in the world for you. Only mine—forever, baby.”

“Yes, yes—yours, Ran. Only yours!”

“How many?”

At the sudden question thrown, you blinked up at him in the heat of the moment. “W-what? How many? What do you mean—shit!” Back arching, you moaned into the sheets, fingers searching for his hand. When you found it, his instant action was to intertwine both of your fingers together and squeeze.

“Tell me, Mrs. Haitani… How many kids do you wanna have?” He grinned, giddy at you finally having his last name and saying it aloud with pride more than your disheveled appearance below him. “Do you want three? Four? Maybe… ten?”

Eyes wide at the suggestion, you stammered out your response while trying your best not to cum at the idea itself. You two did discuss about having kids, but never thought of conceiving one right now. “T-two—two is all I want—fuck, right there!” Upon hearing your answer, Ran was quick to resume his hips pistoning against you, drunk on the image of your stomach swollen with his child. The mere thought of even growing old with you and filling the home he bought secretly after the engagement with children had his heart swelling up.

“Yeah? Alright, two it is then.” Leaning down to kiss your forehead, a huge contrast to his shaft plunging into your tight heat relentlessly, Ran hummed. “I love you so much, baby. I’m probably the luckiest motherfucker to ever have you… Don’t know what I’d be without you.”

Choking back a sob, you reached up to cup his cheek, thumb caressing it. Staring into his eyes that promised more love than you could ever think of, your heart couldn’t help but feel a bit overwhelmed by it. However, you would willingly welcome it because you knew Ran would do the same. Maybe even beyond what was expected of him and that is why you love the man. “L-love you too, Ran—I’m cumming, baby. I’m cumming—ah, fuck!”

Cumming thick spurts of white into your welcoming cunt, Ran rode out both of your highs with a few more thrusts. Eyes intently staring at your pussy creaming around his cock, licking his lips as he wondered quietly if you could keep up until the crack of dawn. Guess he didn’t have to find the answer to his musing when you grinned up at him, walls clenching around his softening cock to which he returned with a smirk.

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erenchanted · 2 years

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𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭.

eren jaeger x fem!reader | 2.4k words | minors do not interact

content warnings: vampire eren, dubcon (use of aphrodisiacs; vampire saliva and human blood both have numbing and inebriating effects), blood play, fingering, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, breeding kink, creampie

author’s note: just a repost from my old blog to start the week off.

You stared at him wide eyed, mouth agape as he finished his sentence. He had to be fucking with you. Vampires were a myth, something from childhood ghost stories and horror movies. Surely your friend of nearly three years was lying to you, there was no way it could be the truth.

“Good one, Eren. At least make your story more believable next time.” You patted his arm gently, shaking your head as you leaned back into the couch cushions.

A frown spread across his pretty face, green eyes dejected as he sighed. “I’m not lying. I swear. I thought you’d be the person who’d trust and believe me.”

Mixed feelings of worry and annoyance crept over your senses. He sounded too genuine, too hurt to have been lying to you. “Are you serious, Ren?”

He just nodded, looking up to catch your gaze. “Do you want me to prove it or something?”

“Umm. How?”

He leaned close to you, a hand resting on your knee. “Do you trust me?”

The moment you nodded, his lips were on yours. He didn’t waste any time pushing his tongue into your mouth. You tried not to gasp as your hands came up to brace against his chest. The initial feeling of shock faded quickly, an almost numb haze replacing the anxiety that stored itself in your belly. You could feel the muscles in your body relax against him as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding deliciously against your own as he moved to hover over you.

He pulled away after what felt like hours, his emerald irises dark with desire. “How do you feel?”

You couldn’t think, your thoughts a muddled mess as you tried desperately to pull him back against you. “So good.. Want more please,” you pleaded, overcome with a carnal need for his touch.

“Vampire saliva has pleasure inducing properties to aid in feeding. It’s basically an aphrodisiac. Do you believe me now?”

“Mhmm. Are you… hungry?”

You reached up towards his mouth, trying to feel for his fangs. He pushed your hands away, ghosting his own fingers over the side of your neck. Eren nodded, licking his lips at the mere idea of getting to feast on someone he cared so dearly for.

“Go ahead. I want you to feel good too.”

He shuddered at your words, eyes watering as he dipped down to press his lips to your neck. Your scent filled his nose, leaving him stunned. He hadn’t even pierced your skin, yet he could practically taste you already. The prick of his teeth sinking into your throat made you squirm, your eyes scrunched closed as the feeling made your heart jump. It was quickly soothed by his tongue smoothing over the bite marks, his toxic saliva numbing the pain.

Eren sucked hungrily at your neck, his hands holding your waist like a vice. His eyes rolled back as his hunger was satiated, the sweet taste of your blood coating the inside of his mouth and his fangs. His hips rutted into you, his body acting on its own as he intoxicated himself. Your shuddery moans spurred him on. He wanted to devour you, to make you completely his.

He caught himself slipping and pulled back quickly. Blood stained his lips red, thin rivulets dripping down his chin. “You’re so sweet. I can’t help myself,” he warned, panting as he stared down at your disheveled figure.

You couldn’t tell if it was from the blood loss or the severity of the situation, but your head was spinning. “Take as much as you want, please.”

He groaned, burying his face against your shoulder. “Don’t tell me that, baby. I’ll suck you dry.”

There was no way to deny that his sentence hadn’t sent shivers down your spine. There was something so excitingly terrifying about the idea of that. Pleasure pooled between your thighs as you replayed his words in your head. “I wouldn’t stop you if you did.”

You could feel his heartbeat speed up at your confession. He sat up and ran a hand through his dark hair, the strands mussed from being pressed against you. You tilted your head to the side again, exposing the mark he’d left. Eren couldn’t help but lean back in, this time just lapping at the slow trickle from your wound.

His hands snaked down your body, popping the button of your jeans free and dragging down the zipper. You were in no position to stop him, your limbs heavy and mind foggy from everything he was doing to you.

“You’re so weak… Pliable. I could do anything I wanted to you,” he whispered, slowly undressing your lower half.

He pressed his thumb to your clit, watching as you jumped at the slight touch. His eyes widened as he realized that each time you jolted and your heart rate picked up, more blood spilled from the puncture marks. How lovely. Eren circled two fingers against your dripping slit, marveling at how your little hole clenched around nothing.

He moved lower, settling between your thighs. Eren inhaled deeply and kissed lightly at your clit. He hooked his arms under your thighs to hold them open before licking a broad stripe between your folds. Your tiny gasp made him growl animalistically as he sucked your clit into his mouth. You might’ve soothed his hunger, but his lust was becoming the only thing he could think about.

Your back arched as he let you go and slipped his fingers into you. The combination of his mouth on your sensitive nub and his fingers stretching you open was mind blowing. You rocked your hips as best as you could against his tight grip, desperate for more contact. He smiled against you and obliged, hooking his fingers to rub teasingly at your g-spot.

“Oh fuck! Eren, please!” You weren’t even sure what you were asking for, all you knew is that you needed more.

“So pretty for me.. My sweet baby. I wanna make you cum.”

You nodded quickly, spreading your legs wider around his head as he pushed his tongue into you alongside his fingers. His pace was dizzying and only added to the intense pleasure building in your abdomen.

Eren left no inch of your cunt untouched as he lapped hungrily at you. He was like a starved man all over again and your sweet pussy was the only thing that could satisfy him. He got rougher every time you moaned or cried out for him. He needed to make you come, to feel your velveteen walls squeeze around his digits.

“You’re so wet, dripping all over my hand. Is it really that good?”

“Yes!” you gasped, body shuddering as he drew you closer and closer to release. “I’m gonna fucking cum, oh my god.”

He groaned, already feeling you flutter around him. “Please cum for me. I want to taste it.”

You came at his words, crying out his name like a prayer as he licked circles around your clit. Your cunt clamped around his fingers, making it near impossible to keep fucking them into you through your orgasm. The come down was quick and easy, your body relaxing as he used his free hand to knead the flesh of your thigh.

He pulled his fingers out, licking them clean before gripping back at your waist. The comforting post orgasm bliss didn’t last long before he had his tongue buried back in your cunt, slurping and sucking hungrily at your release. You cried out, too sensitive from his previous treatment to endure more. He ignored your shaky pleas, pinning your legs open as he licked you clean.

Your hands tangled in his hair, holding his face against you as the pain of overstimulation quickly shifted to pleasure. You rocked against his tongue, mewling as his teeth brushed over your clit. He nipped at you, leaving you reeling as he provoked another orgasm from your aching pussy.

“Cumming! Ohhh, Eren~!” Your head fell back, hands tugging at his roots as his actions continued. You’d never felt such overwhelming pleasure before, but now you wanted nothing else.

Your grip relaxed as you slumped back into the couch, chest heaving from exertion. He sat up and licked his lips clean as he used his fingers to gather more of your spilled blood.

“Taste yourself.” He held the digits to your lips, smearing the liquid slightly.

At any other time you would’ve refused, but you quickly complied, suckling at his fingers. The metallic taste made you wrinkle your nose, but you couldn’t pull away from his touch. He slipped his fingers from your mouth, wiping your spit on your cheek before kissing you deeply. He pulled back and squeezed your cheeks to force your mouth open before letting a ball of his spit fall onto your tongue. You swallowed gratefully, never breaking eye contact.

“Gonna fuck your pretty pussy, darling.”

He leaned back, pulling his black turtleneck over his head. You ran your hands over his chest, taking in every ridge and bump with your fingertips. You never would’ve imagined you’d ever be in this position, fucking the man you considered your closest friend. Eren unbuckled his belt and shoved his jeans off, not bothering to take his time before he was completely nude.

His cock sat heavy between his muscular thighs, flushed red tip dripping pre-cum. It was pretty. That was the only word to describe it. Long, thick, and just pretty. It curved upwards, a throbbing vein running along the underside of it. His balls were just as impressive: low hanging and big. He was well groomed in a way that only made sense for him. Your mouth watered at the sight, already imagining the way it’d fill you so perfectly.

Eren spat in his hand and wrapped it around the base of his cock, stroking it a few times before situating himself between your thighs. He ran the tip between your folds, coating himself in your juices. With his size, he’d need as much lubrication as he could get. He pressed his blunt cockhead against your hole, moaning as he slid into you. God, your cunt practically strangled his cock with the way it wrapped so tightly around him.

He bottomed out quickly, his tip sitting right against your cervix. He gave a shallow thrust, wincing at how difficult it was to push into you. “You’re too tight.” He rubbed at your clit, encouraging you to relax around him. It must’ve worked because before you could blink, he was hammering roughly into you.

Your hands flew to his shoulders, clinging tightly as he pounded into your tight hole. Your mouth hung open in shock, eyes watering at the pleasure he was causing. “So good, baby! So big,” you crooned, hooking your legs around his waist.

Eren smiled at the compliment and leaned to press a kiss to your forehead. “You feel so perfect around me. Wanted this for so long.”

You gasped as he picked up his pace. “Y-yeah?”

He nodded, nails digging into your waist as he split you open on his length. “Wanted to make you mine. My baby, my perfect girl.”

“I’m yours now, Ren. Forever.”

That sparked something inside of him, his pupils dilating as he angled his hips to hit exactly where you needed him. Your gummy walls squeezed around him, fluttering and sucking him deeper into your pussy. His mouth was back on your neck, fangs almost tearing at your skin as he bit back into you.

A sharp cry tore from your throat, the burning pain making your vision blur as he drank from you. It was too much for you, your release ripping through you as he fucked wildly into your clenching hole. Your walls milked at his cock, wanting nothing more than to keep him deep inside you forever.

“Did you cum from me biting you? Shit, that’s hot,” he mumbled, making a mess of your neck as he nestled his face against you. “Gonna make you cum until you only remember my name,” he promised, kissing sweetly at your jaw.

Smiling weakly at him, you hugged tighter around his torso. Your orgasm didn’t even phase him, his thrusts still as brutal and steady as before. His tip kissed the mouth of your cervix, sending shocks through your body each time. Your skin felt like it was aflame, every nerve ending shooting rapid fire.

It was mere seconds before you were tumbling over the edge again, shaking and moaning as he continued unrelentingly. “Ren! Fuck!” Your eyes rolled back, grip slipping as your body went limp under him.

You barely had the energy to keep clinging to him, your only thought focused on chasing even more pleasure. Your hips bucked, muscles twitching from exhaustion. “Please cum in me. Fill me up,” you begged, eyes wide and glassy as you stared up at him.

“Beg for it, honey. Tell me how much you want it.” His tone was cruel, the sweetness he’d shown you replaced by his need to ruin you.

“Want your cum, Eren. Need it. Wanna be so full of you,” you squeaked, voice quivering as he slid a hand to pinch at your clit.

“Oh yeah? Want me to make you mine? Make you my fucktoy?”

“Yes! ‘M yours, Ren! Breed my pretty pussy!”

He groaned shakily, hips stuttering as you sent him spiraling. He came hard, flooding your cervix with his thick load. Eren stayed pressed into you, not willing to let a single drop spill from your clenching cunt. You came at the feeling, the searing pleasure making you see stars. Your body convulsed, nails scratching aimlessly over his tanned skin. Sobs wracked your body, your mind completely blank.

Eren quickly encircled your waist in his arms, holding you tightly against his chest. “Deep breaths, sweetheart. Don’t black out on me now.” His hands traced up and down your spine, lips kissing lightly over every inch of your face. “I’ve got you.”

You just nodded, clutching at his biceps as you tried to recenter yourself in his arms. “I love you, Ren.”

“I know, baby. I love you too. You’re okay. I pushed you too hard, I’m sorry.” He was genuinely nervous as he held you, not expecting you to react like you had.

“You didn’t. I’m okay, just sensitive,” you promised him, kissing at his collarbone. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, sweets.”

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tetsurousharlot · 2 years

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For @kenzumekodma's AUdvent Collab, for which it is very late and I am very sorry it is.

Pairing: Firefighter!Iwaizumi Hajime x female reader

Word count: 1,112

Warnings: female reader (no pronouns used, but reader is called good girl and princess and Iwa is referred to as reader's husband), daddy kink, breeding kink, lactation kink if you squint, praise, mentions of ovulation, mentions of pregnancy, porn with plot if you squint, public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, no prep, light praise, no beta reader, all characters are 18+. MUST BE 18 OR OLDER TO INTERACT (i.e. like, comment, reblog, follow). I BLOCK AGELESS BLOGS AND MINORS 17 AND UNDER.

Closing your car door, you smile up at the firehouse, excited to surprise your husband. You run your hand over your light blue sundress as you walk through the doors, eyes greeted with the familiar glaring yellow of heat resistant suits and black helmets. . . or they would be if the hooks weren’t empty. Your fingers running along the stone walls as you take the familiar route to Iwaizumi’s office. Seeing his back facing away from you through the clear walls, a smirk forms on your face as you quietly open the door and sneak up behind him, putting your hands over his eyes.

“Guess who?”

You feel his eyes crinkle and the muscles on his face move under your hands as his deep voice rings out, “and what are you doing here, love?”

“I can’t surprise my husband at work?” You drop your hands from his eyes and pout.

Turning around to face you, he places his hands on your shoulders before cupping your cheeks, “of course you can. I love when you surprise me at work.” He pecks your lips quickly, rubbing his thumbs over your cheeks. “Just wasn’t expecting to see my amazing, loving wife here today.”

“What can I say? I miss my big, strong, hardworking, firefighter husband,” you respond as you grip his muscular arms, unconsciously rubbing your thighs together.

“I think you have some ulterior motives, love,” he wraps his arms around your waist, smirk on his face. “I see the way you’re rubbing your thighs together. My good girl miss daddy’s cock?”

“I always miss daddy’s cock,” you bite your lip before reaching to kiss his lips. “Are we alone?”

He groans as he feels his cock harden before he turns you around and presses you between his body and his desk, “yeah, the guys are about a block away, doing some drills. I stayed behind to do some paperwork.”

Arching your back, you rub your ass against his hardened cock and bring your hand to grab at the hair by the nape of his neck, “ah, so that’s why most of the uniforms are gone.”

His lips attach to your neck, sucking harshly as he grinds his hips against yours, “do you really want to talk about my coworkers right now, love?”

Angling your neck to give him more room, you let out a quiet whine, “not at all. In fact, I was hoping we wouldn’t need to talk at all.”

“Works for me, love,” he sucks harsher on your neck, marking you as his. “This is gonna have to be quick, you know? The guys could be back at any second. No time to prep you.”

“That’s fine. Just need you in me.”

His pants constrict further at your words, “fuck! That’s my good girl, always ready for daddy’s cock.”

His body heat leaves yours as the click of a belt reaches your ears before he roughly pulls white lace down to your knees and spreads your legs, pressing his body against yours and lining his leaking cock up with your folds. A groan falls from his lips as he sinks into you, his hips flush against yours. He gives you a moment to adjust before pulling out and slamming back in, ripping moans from both of you.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as you push your hips back against his, meeting his thrusts and bringing your hand up to grip his hair, “Fuck, daddy, so deep. Breed me.”

His lips graze your ear as he groans out, “Want me to fill your tight cunt with my cum? Maybe fuck it back into you? Make you a mommy so you can be round and full with my baby?” His hands cup and knead your breasts as he rocks into you, tip kissing your cervix and veins rubbing against your walls making you moan out loudly. “Make these round and full with milk for my baby?”

Arching your back, you press your breasts into his hands as your stomach starts to tighten, “Well, I am ovulating right now.”

His thrusts stop, hips pressed flush against yours as his hand cups your cheek, turning your head towards his, “Say that again.”

“I’m ovulating. Want to see if today is the day you start a family with me?”

His lips claim yours before resting his forehead against yours, “You’re not leaving here until you’re good and pregnant, love.”

You open your mouth to respond but he pulls back and slams into you harder, ripping the words from your mouth as the only thing escaping it is your moans mixed with his name. His hand snakes its’ way to your clit, rubbing harsh circles until you coat his cock in your juices. You fall against the desk, hands holding yourself up as he thrusts harder, using you for his pleasure until he cums with a roar, painting your walls white.

Slumping against your back, he pants in your ear, “This was the best surprise ever. I love you so much, princess.”

Loud shouts come from down the hall, Iwaizumi sighing as he pulls out and tucks his cock back into his pants before grabbing your panties up your legs and snapping them back into place with a light slap to your ass. He pulls your dress down and turns you around to give you a quick kiss, “Get home safe. I’ll see you tonight and we can continue this.”

You return the kiss, hand on his chest, before patting his cheek and leaving his office, making your way to your car and heading home.

THREE WEEKS LATER

Keys jingle in the door and you wipe your hands on the towel on the counter, dinner simmering on the stove. Grabbing the item you left on the table, you jump into Iwaizumi’s arms kissing him deeply, as he catches you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

“Well, hi, love. This is quite the greeting.”

Smiling brightly, you kiss him again, “How was work?”

“It was fine. What’s got you so excited?”

Smile still on your face, you hand him the item as answer. Taking it from you, he looks at it confused before his head snaps up to yours, “You mean. . .”

Nodding your head excitedly, you smile even bigger if that’s even possible, “We’re gonna be parents, Hajime!”

Cupping your cheeks, he peppers kisses all over your face before dropping to his knees and pressing a kiss to your stomach, “Daddy loves you so much.”

You smile softly at him as you run your hand through his spikey, brown hair, ecstatic to finally be starting the next chapter of your lives.

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bokutoslittlebird · 3 years

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can i request an hc where bokuto loves breeding his s/o anytime anywhere, im so sorry im so whore knee right now and all i can think is bokuto fucking his smol and chubby s/o!!

she wants to be bred so bad by bokuto, assuming that shes a msby manager and she has a thing for bokkun and they are in their early 20s.

Mm Bokuto. I will never be able to have enough of him. Ever. Also, I chose to do these headcanons differently than ones I’ve done before.

Bokuto + Breeding

> I know this man has a breeding kink. With a dick that fat? And his personality? I know he wants to be a dad so badly oh my god

> Mm, the Classic™️ manager x player trope. Of course, as his manager and s/o, you’re supposed to take care of him and you can take care of him in more ways than one.

> This man is horny 24/7. All the goddamn time. All the time. He has the energy and stamina to last many rounds and the power and technique to have you seeing stars before he even finishes. He’s always down to fuck and he especially loves when he can finish inside and you walk around with his cum still in you — man, it gets him going.

> Okay, picture it. Practice match day. Against some other Division 1 team. Anyways, Bokuto sees you prancing around and bouncing back and forth, taking care of the team like you’re supposed to. But watching you give Hinata his bottle? Scold him for not taking more time to rest? Telling Atsumu to leave Sakusa alone? Just simple things that seem motherly to him and boom. He’s hard.

> He goes to the bathroom, but he gives you that look. And when his shoulder brushes against yours and his hand ghosts over your ass then you know. You need to follow. Of course, you wait until the coach is ready to start and he’s like “go get Bokuto” and you’re like “aight”

> Now you’re being fucked against the boys’ bathroom wall.

“Kō— you have to go— oh my gosh,” your voice changes in pitch as you moan, nails digging into the skin of Bokuto’s neck. His grunts are right next to your ear, the occasional growl as he buries himself deep inside you with each pump of his cock. He’s chasing his own high, you know he is, so focused on filling you with his seed and watching it spill out of you — but he doesn’t have time to keep fucking you full.

“I’m almost there, hold on, baby,” he groans, low and hot in your ear. A mewl comes from your throat, legs tightening around his waist as his hands dig into the meat of your ass. He’s right, he’s soon groaning loudly, the sound echoing off the bathroom walls as his load paints against your walls. Your own orgasm comes on, walls squeezing tightly around him as his lips press harshly against yours.

> Of course, you both come back and the coach knows. Why wouldn’t he. You both smell like sex and your legs are wobbly. Bokuto also looks like he just won the fucking lottery so everyone knows something good happened. Of course, his cum is still oozing out of you and is staining your underwear. Thank a deity that your uniform is black with gold accents aside from the jacket. You’re positive your pants are stained.

> Bokuto don’t care. He knows that it’s his cum leaking out of you, his seed filling you up and he also knows you’re trying to hardest to keep his little swimmers in there. And it just makes him even more fired up. He knows he’s gonna have to give you another quickie before heading home.

> And he does. Everyone’s gone home and you’re checking the locker room, making sure nobody left behind anything. You also have to wait for Bokuto, so you don’t mind checking behind everyone. And of course, Bokuto’s just chilling on the bench in nothing but his boxers. And he’s facing you. Waiting.

“We really shouldn’t,” despite your words, your body holds no resistance as Bokuto towers over your form. Bare against the bench, your momentary panic of somebody walking in on you is washed away by the feeling of Bokuto’s cock easily slipping into your heat. His moan is absolutely full of want, head hanging low as he forces himself balls deep inside you.

“But babe,” he whines, hands together above your head. With his chest, dripping and slick with sweat and arms flexing as his hips thrust, all in front of you, you’re once more reminded of just how large and broad he is, absolutely preventing any light from touching your bare skin. “I need you so badly. You’re so wet, too,”

“Because you’re always needy,” you shoot back, but you don’t tell him to get off or get out. You want this as badly as he does, hands wrapping around his torso as your nails rake across his back. Red stripes join previous scratches that litter his back, from previous quickies and long, drawn out sessions.

> Once he’s done fucking you in the locker room, he once more has you sliding your underwear back into place as he changes to go home. Once more, you both smell like sex and your legs are wobbly. You have the decency to spritz some perfume on and fix your hair but there’s a special kind of glow to you that screams “I just had sex!”

> I hope you guys don’t live far away. He will pull down your pants and underwear to stick it inside you once more if it’s a long trip. Pushing you up against the wall of a building, hidden in the shadows where no one else can see you two? Yep.

“Gotta be quiet, babe. Somebody might hear you~” he whispers in your ear, lips stretched into a grin as he does. He’s then pressing kisses to your cheek and neck as he slams his hips against yours in the alleyway. In order to see what was going on, people would have to stop and stare with how big Bokuto is. You’re probably completely hidden from view.

Although the sound of squishes and squelches says there’s someone else with him. The previous loads fucked into you are being pushed out, thick globs of milky white liquid oozing from your cunt because of Bokuto’s thick cock. It’s pushing out the old load to make room for his newest load, a whine coming from his throat as he spills it into you.

You force yourself to bite on your hand, keeping your noises muffled as Bokuto ruts into you while his seed coats your insides. The noise of the street is momentarily blocked out while you cream around him, juices drizzling out of you and around the base of his cock. Another moan comes from him, a swipe of his tongue across your lips.

> He’ll never be sated, no matter what. Even after this, you both will get home and find that he’ll just keep doing it until you’re swollen with his seed.

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gummie-s · 3 years

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honeymaki · 2 years

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viking izu 🥺

Warnings: fem reader, fem pronouns (wife, queen), slight body description (fat thighs/pussy) fingering, mentions of public sex, size kink, exhibitionism, vouyerism, breeding mention(s), alcohol mention. Unedited.

You are in luck cause I was rereading my Viking!Ushijima and Viking!Izu would be so similar, so hard and battle worn and scarred and heavy, but he’s victorious and a legend, like Odin himself, maybe even a son of Odin, a son of god with the way he swings his axe and sits on his throne made of iron, wood and bronze. He wears furs in the winter, a great cape made of bear pelt and wolf hide, secured with a huge torc that always leaves an imprint on your cheek when he holds you close, encases you in fur and skin and warmth when the wind whistles through the great hall on nights when Jack Frost is angry.

King Izu is huge, rough and hardy and he licks at the mead dripping from your lips, two thick fingers squeezing your cheeks and grinning when you heat and simper and whimper beneath his strength. Hushes you in a deep rumble, kisses the skin beneath your eye and promises you his bed after the feast,

“Be good and entertain for a while, then you can have my seed,”

And the promise has you up and refreshing horns, pouring ale and mead and sitting on your husband’s lap to feed him pork dripping with honey and fat, small hand clutching his neck to tip his head back far enough for his throat to strain. Music plays, men shout and tussle, women chatter and steal away into the shadows, warriors sharpen their blades and growl at the children who scramble between the legs of the long table. None of them notice the giant hand slipping beneath your kirtle, none of them hear your whimpers and begs because Izu looks so wanton and tempting in his furs and breeches, chest wide and broad, stone and iron hard, panting with the syrup he finds waiting for him at the crux of your thighs. Plush fat gives way for his touches, eyes dark and staring at the heave of your chest in the firelight, listening to the whines and gasps falling shamelessly from your mouth. His thumb, baring a ring and the width of something too big to call human, pressed against your cunt, wool suddenly too hot and too tight, hall suddenly too loud and too open with the way King Izu grips and pulls at you,

“It’s been two years since we wed,” he whispers in your ear, “And we’ve yet to bless the throne,” dark honey spreads down your back and you cast your eyes over to the empty chair, huge and sharp and unyielding, like the fingers bullying between your legs, “Maybe your insistence is enough to break me this one time, your neediness is maybe something I’ll take advantage of,”

“‘Zuku…,” you’re whining and squirming and suddenly his warriors are looking at you upon their King’s lap, legs wide and baring you to all.

“The gods look down upon us, Odin gave us his blessing wife, we should honour that,” Izu licks a stripe up your neck, wet and hot, puffing against your skin.

“I just want you,” his hard lust simmers into something softer for a moment, upon hearing your words and Izu’s lashes flutter at the scent of you, lifting through the sweat, through the food and the wool and fur and leather and wood. The hall of his forefathers might be packed to the brim, as it always should be, but right now? All he sees is you upon his knee and the way you look up at him with all the love in the world. His hand grows more bold, more insistent, palm kneading the throbbing ache of your cunt and there’s no quelling the mewls of agreement spilling from your tempting lips.

“I would take you in front of them all, show them how a King, a god, treats his queen-, Izu’s lips are rough and hot against your ear, breath catching on the delicate skin of your neck and you shiver, curling into his chest and gripping the sides of his cloak, hands so small and fragile against his mass and wrath. He takes a moment to kiss your temple, mouth resting sweet against your skin, eyes dark and casting shadows upon any who dared look at the way you squirm and writhe for him, and the fingers bullying between your thighs,

“But alas my queen, as much as I value and love my kin - no one but me sees you bared and fucked but me. So stop trying to make me bend you over the table and breed you in front of them all, are we clear? Because your cunt full of my seed is only a sight only I am privileged to witness, I promised you my cock after the feast and my cock you shall get, but only if you’re patient,”

A whimper escapes your lips when rough fingers slide between your folds, fat and dripping with need, spreading for him with an almost audible slchk that has Izu imagining such awful, filthy scenes. Even if he put you in your place, told you to wait, told you to be patient, told you that only he is allowed to see you stuffed and fucked - there’s a strange revelry in folding your into the blessed table with his cock battering your insides, in front of all his kin, his warriors, your friends. A king is nothing without his queen, and what better way to show that then fucking his queen full and making sure she’s dripping and swollen with his cum?

The thought makes Izu a tad bolder, despite his warnings to you, a strong finger parting your cunt and crooking deep and hard, causing you to arch and barely hold back a howl, the resounding squeak alerting red eyes to the musing of his king and queen. You should be plenty satisfied with this, a finger, maybe two, pacifying your need to be filled with something thicker, stronger, just until the last men fall drunk to the floor. And - in a way, you are. He’s holding you tight, close to his chest, one hand on your waist with his mouth pressed parted to your hairline, swallowing with every clench of your cunt around his fingers, imagining it’s his cock, imagining the feel of your velvety walls on his tongue, counting down the moments until he’s able to carry you to your bed, his bed. Tongue tasting the sweat of your temple, Izu encourages your writhing and contorting, the hall a little quieter and a little calmer, enough for you to lift your thigh and allow your king easy access to press his fingers harder, deeper, faster,

“Izu, mmmh - please, Izu,” you’re licking your lips, arm wound round his neck and Gods; you can feel yourself dripping down his wrist. It’s something, something akin to what your king is thinking, having his thick, rough fingers between your thighs when you know others can see, can muse, can hear what he’s doing. The thought has you collapsing against him, pitching with a whine and a quivering belly, thighs closing around his arm and trapping him, cunt flooding his hand and wrist.

“Good girl, that’s my good girl hm?” Izu kisses your cheek, then your jaw, the spot behind your ear that has you shivering,

“Do you think they will notice if we sneak away now? Please, I can’t take it anymore,” Your voice is shaky but the need still bubbles in your belly, and Izu huffs,

“Already? I’m still inside you,” he grumbles, “Most of the warriors noticed long before my fingers were in your cunt, my queen, you are insufferable,”

But…he still stands, clapping his chiefs and warriors on the shoulders with a slippery hand plastered to your back. He still bids farewells to those he fought for and with, despite his gruffing and grunting, despite complaining to Bakugo about ‘the duties of a with a hungry wife’; Izu is hard enough to leak over your stomach when he gets you bared beneath him, and is desperate enough to fuck you too many times to count into the mattress and furs and pillows.

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honeymaki · 3 years

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orgy w aot women as they toss u around as if ur just a cumdump for them :((( nd ur pathetic cries tryna crawl away from them :(( getting ur holes stuffed at every single angle :( nd once theyre finished they jus look at ur ruined state, tears running down your face, makeup smeared, n pussy filled with fake cum :(((((

-💌

T-the fake cum got me🥺🥺 what about - what about all the daddy’s nd mommy’s taking it in turns on how to use you:(( yelena and ymir and hange all passing you around with no rest, filling your pussy with cum till you’re frothy and overflowing and then mommy pieck, Mikasa, Carla nd historia all doting on your sore body and eating your out nd sucking your tits till you cum untouched, and then being passed to the feral girls who’ve been waiting so patiently this whole time:(( Sasha and Annie sandwich you with their cocks while hitch fucks your throat till you cry and are close to passing out

Then it all happens again because daddy yelena wants to prove her cock is the best nd biggest but ymir knows hers will breed you the hardest and hange just wants to see your cute cunt foaming and creamy:🥺🥺 and then you need need need kisses and care from your mommies:(( Carla massaging your tits and Mikasa gently licking into your mouth while Pieck grinds her cunt on yours all slow and soft while historia lathes kisses on your ankle bones:(( but then Sasha gets so hungry and so achy and needs to fuck you to get rid of this hunger and Annie fucking loves to see your ass gape and loves to fuck the previous loads out of you:((( and hitch? She’s tapping the head of her strap on your lips nd tellin you good girls open up for their mistress🥺

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honeymaki · 2 years

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Asking Maki, “please can I have your babies🥺🥺” and then ass up, hips propped, fake cum passing almost for real with how rough, ready and brutal she breeds<33

#u know it U KNOW IT #that woman breeds #same wif hange #but maki u know? breeds like a horse #or a rabbit?#wait stop #mhm #cw.breeding kink #maki x reader #maki smut #jjk smut #🍡.wlw #🍡.nsfw

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honeymaki · 3 years

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Thinking about milf!Maki

ahem - yes

Warnings: degradation, strapon, oral, breeding kink, pregnancy, jealousy, squirting, anal

I hope you wanna talk about milf!Maki who insists on being the one to carry your kid when the two of you finally get a donor, despite weeks before getting pregnant, she's folding you into a mating press and telling you to take her cum like the dumb bitch you are, like she really thinks she can breed you with her fat strapon T^T but yes, milf!Maki who glows with pregnancy, doing everything by the book and is painfully detirmined to give your child the life she yearned to have:(( so when your little girl is born, and Maki recovers; you know you're in deep shit when you walk in to the kitchen to find her in sweats, a sports bra and a muslin draped over her shoulder, burping your kid and singing it little songs:((

and somehow, I say somehow but we all know why, your sex life absolutely sky rockets after she has the kid. Milf!Maki absolutely does not give a shit about the looseness of her belly, or the stretch marks or the new sag to her breasts; you take her cock more enthusiastically than you ever have before, begging for her to knock you up, sobbing for her to fuck you till you can't see straight, whimpering with the stretch when she fucks open your ass and hooks her fingers into your mouth. You're on her the minute you get home from dropping your daughter off at preschool, stripping to your underwear and crying out for her like a bitch in heat, humping the pillow shoved between your thighs as you lap into her cunt loudly, messily and damn near feral. It's like the honeymoon phase all over again; fucking like bunnies all over the house, as soon as you're alone, even in the park when she surprises you with a moonlit picnic under the peach trees:(( eating you out till you cry and then riding your fingers with her tits wet with your spit and lips.

and then comes the rare time when you top her, when you overhear the parents at school whispering about your wife and how hot she is, how fucking good she looks after having that kid and wondering if she has a husband, or if she was single and looking for someone to fill the empty space between her legs. Sure, it took you fifteen minutes to adjust the harness and even longer to fix on the dildo with Maki looking at you from the bed with mock condescension; but as soon as you slid into her weeping cunt and pressed that brand new mains powered wand to her clit - milf!Maki went dumb on your fat cock and squirted stains all over your hips, thighs and the sheets. You were the one spitting into her mouth that night, biting into her shoulder as you shoved her face down into the mattress, hammering into her with the ferocity only seen in a jealous and possessive spouse:(( making sure to leave visible hickies on her neck and on her tits, slapping them raw and tugging her nipples till she sobbed for you - and then insisting on a beach trip the next day. With you carrying your little girl on your hip, Maki shouldering the carryon and towels, sporting your dark bruises that matched the visible strap marks over your hips and thighs - everyone would know who that hot milf belonged to T^T

#🧋.answers #it's⇢anon #🍡.nsfw #🍡.wlw #milf!maki #cw.strapon #cw.breeding kink #cw.pregnancy #cw.degradation #cw.oral #cw.anal #cw.squirting #maki x reader #maki smut #jjk smut #jjk thirsts #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen thirst

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honeymaki · 2 years

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deku deku deku deku 🥺🥺 dilf deku who can’t help givin you all his cum right when you ask for it 🥺🥺🥺 who spoils you rotten n accepts the consequences of turning you into a brat 🥺🥺🥺 deku deku deku deku 🥺🥺🥺

deku deku deku:(( so nice to you, always gives you what you want cause you're his good girl, his best girl, his cute lil cum slut who begs nd begs for his thick, pearly cum even in public:((

bringin' your glossy lips close to his grizzly cheek, pecking him nd whispering how much you want his cum all drippy nd sticky in your panties🥺🥺 in this cute lil cafe he'd brought you too? s'mean of you to even flutter your eyelashes nd say "please daddy, I'll be good I promise," nd he's got you shunted into a quiet bathroom somewhere with your panties tight around your fleshy thighs nd your cute hands all little and barely able to match the way Deku's thrusting his big leaky cock between them:((

he loves it when you beg for his cum, but loves it more, especially, god he adores it when you don't, when you're squirming nd kicking and scratching him nd his big big body over yours🥺🥺 adding to his scars and squealing that he's too deep, that you're gonna tear in two, that he can't cum in you cause there's no space, daddy please, s'too much, too big, too much:(( but big big Deku nd his broad hands smush into the backs of your thighs and squashes you into the mattress and cums buckets🥺🥺 so much, so fuckin much you can hear it spurting out of your abused, puffy lil hole:((, humping you, rutting into you cause he's still cumming nd grunting nd choking like he's a silly virgin, all cause you were too full nd didn't want his cum, Deku's gonna give it to you anyways

#deku:((#sem i kiss u:((#🍡.het #🍡.nsfw #cw.breeding #cw.creampie #cw.size kink #deku x reader #izuku x reader #bnha smut #mha smut #🧋.answers #izuku smut

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bokutoslittlebird · 3 years

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Pink Skirt

Alpha!Matsukawa x Omega!Hanamaki

Warnings: Makki wears a skirt and thigh high stockings, feminization? I think, size kink, breeding kink, biting/nipping, sex toy [dildo], masturbation, pictures (consensual), mirror sex, knotting + creampie, choking (self inflicted), bit of spanking, anal (obviously), collars

This is all Oikawa’s fault, Hanamaki thinks as he hovers his cursor over the ‘Add to cart’ button.

It originally began as a dare, buying the pink skirt littered with white hearts. A few dollars spent on a skirt he’d model for Oikawa who’s halfway across the world, but then it’d go into his closet to never see the light of day again. Then he saw some cute stockings that matched the skirt, recommended to him. It was just for one day, it was just a dare, he told himself as he input his card information, buying two items. He hoped it would be money well spent, but he wouldn’t know until he tried it on.

The box was completely plain, no large label that screamed it was a pretty pink outfit, just a boring old box dropped off. Well, his mail carrier did have to drop off a box with his favorite toy in it, so he shouldn’t be too concerned. Prying open the box, he noticed how nicely made the skirt and stockings were. Thick and resilient material, not thinning to show skin when stretched, and all in his size!

In the mirror, the camera snapped and Hanamaki had to actually sit down and look. Without his face in the picture, you wouldn’t even have thought it to be him prancing around looking absolutely tempting. The soft white sweater he haphazardly put on added to the soft and cutesy touch, almost making him seem innocent. It was technically Matsukawa’s, but it was only ever worn once before both men decided white did not look good on him. Looking up from his phone, he saw how tempting he looked in the mirror. Legs slightly spread to see the panties he’s been wearing all day, skirt barely allowing his eyes access to his steadily growing erection. Squirming, he could feel slick begin from his entrance, a hand hesitantly diving underneath the pink material to find his panties were indeed wet.

Rubbing his finger against his entrance, he bit his lip as he swiftly put it in, finding it easier with the abundance of slick building up. Putting his phone on the bed, he adjusts his position to have easier access to his hole. It’s not as easy as it looks, finding toys to be much better than his fingers when it comes to bringing him pleasure. Shedding the undergarments and grabbing the silicone dildo he often used, he made sure to position himself properly in front of the mirror so he could watch. The best use out of the mirror was it being in front of the bed and allowing him to see whatever sinful deeds he committed upon his mattress.

Inserting the toy was much easier than his fingers, the smooth texture slipping in almost too easy. It was thick and long, yet it remained in second place on the list of things Hanamaki liked up his ass. Settling himself completely on the toy, he had to steady himself as started a gentle pace. He wouldn’t be able to do much unless he got his hole accustomed to the girth of the toy, despite how many times he’s used it. Watching the way he dropped all over the dildo, how each pump of the toy into him seemed to make it wetter and shinier, it had him picking up the pace.

As he bounces on the toy, he bites his lip while listening to the bell on his collar chine, the silver bell also glinting in the light of the room and noticeable in the mirror. Releasing his bottom lip from his teeth, he lets out a wanton moan as he rocks himself on the toy, one hand moving to his cock as his fingers run over the sensitive slit. A brush of his fingers has him arching his back, mewling as he barely keeps his eyes open, trained on the mirror as he goes back to bouncing on the toy. Squelching sounds can be heard in the room, along with his pants and moans of pleasure.

His hand moves from his cock, moving up and gingerly pulling up the skirt to see how his thighs flexed with each movement. It travels farther up, going under his shirt and tweaking at his nipples, earning another mewl as his face darkens and his hips go back to rocking. He’s close, he can feel it, but he needs to final push. Removing his hand from his nipple, not before pinching it once more, he puts his hand around his neck and jingles the bell before tightening his hand. It’s just enough pressure to have his hips stuttering and he moans, cock spilling white against the sheets as he creams on the toy dildo.

As the haze of pleasure fades, Hanamaki slowly removes himself from the toy, soft gasps as it finally gets out, covered in a milky fluid the drips down to the base. It’s the wetness dripping down that gives him an idea. Maneuvering himself in front of the mirror, he puts the tip of the toy in his mouth, on the tip of his tongue, and snaps a picture. With the slick coating his thighs, slick coating the large toy in his hands, it was definitely a spicy picture he’d have to share.. Matsukawa would enjoy such a scene.

He’d be getting off of work anytime now, anyways. It’s only be a matter of time before he busts down the door, riled up and his scent filling each crevice of the room. It’s not like Hanamaki hasn’t done this before. Being at home for long hours of the day... he often played with himself to show his lovely Alpha, especially when said Alpha would be in public.

The door banging against the wall came sooner than expected, Matsukawa’s strong scent overwhelming Hanamaki’s sweet scent. No words were exchanged, each of them knew exactly what would happen. Hanamaki’s phone was left to fall against the carpeted floor, the dildo landing next to it as Matsukawa pushes him onto the mattress, hands moving under the shirt that was much too loose, smelling like evergreen and misty walks in the forest. Those same large hands traveled down, fingers going to find some panties to pry off and finding nothing but hot skin, a blank canvas for love bites and welts. That same hand is quick to smack at the fat of Hanamaki’s ass, earning a hiss from him as Matsukawa trails his lips down his jaw, moving farther until he’s nipping at the column of Hanamaki’s throat.

The heat in the room was almost as hot as the heat covering Hanamaki’s skin, flushed from Matsukawa’s roaming hands and the onslaught of touches he gave to himself. His cock was hard and leaking, aching to be touched. Although it stood hard and proud, it was no match for Matsukawa’s cock, twitching against his thigh. Rubbing it against the slick coated thighs of his mate, Matsukawa let out a low grumble as he pressed his lips to Hanamaki’s ear. “Tell me what you want me to do, sweet Omega,”

“I want your knot-” Hanamaki begins, but he’s quickly cut off by Matsukawa landing a harsh smack against his bottom.

“Be specific,” he growls, tongue flicking out and brushing against the cool metal of the bell, waiting for Hanamaki to tell more. Through shallow pants and soft moans, Hanamaki manages to get out his sentence.

“I want you to breed me like you mean it, Alpha,” is all he needs, finding Matsukawa eagerly pushing his thick cock into his hole. The swift movement has both of them moaning, Hanamaki’s back arching high as Matsukawa bites his bottom lip, keeping his noises to a minimum so he can listen to his mate’s. No matter how many times Matsukawa finds himself listening to Hanamaki, he can never get tired of hearing the delicious mewls and moans from the Omega.

Large hands keep Hanamaki spread, one of his stocking-clad legs thrown over Matsukawa’s shoulder as his other hand keeps his leg up by his thigh. Landing another harsh smack against Hanamaki’s ass has a rewarding effect — white cum splattering between the two as it gets on the untainted pink skirt. Each pump of his cock into Hanamaki has Matsukawa getting closer to his own end, tongue trailing a path from his throat to his bond mark, freshly touched up only last night. Despite sporting a matching one, it’s nicely hidden under his work clothes and unable to be reached at the moment, yet he feels Hanamaki’s hands dig into his shoulder, thumb tracing over where the deep mark pulses.

A deep groan has Matsukawa pushing his entire cock, knot and all, into Hanamaki’s tight hole. The simple action has Hanamaki’s eyes rolling back and his tongue lolling out, toes curling as his muscles tense. It’s a rolling orgasm, with his walls gushing and creaming all over Matsukawa’s cock and knot. Matsukawa takes the opportunity to take Hanamaki’s tongue into his mouth, sucking on the pink muscle as he fills his Omega up to the brim, plugged up nice and tightly.

With no chance of any drop spilling out, Matsukawa leans back to gaze at Hanamaki — who is currently fucked out and still suffering the effect of his overwhelming scent, but also the multiple orgasms he’d been given. No reason to hesitate, Matsukawa takes out his phone and snaps a quick picture, sending it to in response to the picture he received only seconds before jumping his mate.

#BB.Kinky #haikyuu omegaverse #BB.🐾#BB.Requests #haikyuu matsuhana #matsuhana smut #haikyuu smut #Mr. Issei #Mr. Takahiro #matsukawa x Hanamaki #tw.choking #tw.spanking #tw.feminization #tw.size kink #tw.breeding #cw.breeding #cw.size kink #cw.sex toys #tw.anal

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