#cw.dumbification

[honeymaki]

havin soo many thoughts about bumping clits with a whiny bimbo, holding each other’s waists so tightly cuz it feels so good nd sloppy🥺

Pairing: Pieck x reader + (Porco, Reiner, Zeke, Mikasa mention)

Warnings: fem reader (no pronouns + fem genitals), implicit body description (tummy fat + pubic hair), tribadism, dumbification, bimbo!reader, bimbo!pieck, multiple orgasms, squirting, dubcon photography (previous consent given), cigarette/ alcohol mention, Zeke mention, not edited

So what if you’re both the clumsy whiny bimbos? Porco thought he struck out when you moved in, always knocking over things and spilling things down yourself, leaving sopping panties in the bathroom or bras strewn down the corridor, skimping around whenever his friends came over with pizza and beer and getting too drunk too quickly, plastering yourself to whichever girlfriend he had at the time ‘cause “I’m too tired Pock, are you guys gonna stay all night?”.

His girlfriends always seemed to break up with him a few days after having you squirming and curling next to them, talkin’ about lip gloss and perfume and what kind of vibrator did the job good. Strange.

It wasn’t until you - yes, you - got a girlfriend did he notice how much of a missed presence you were at his little pizza gatherings. Pieck was nice, a sweet little thing with tired eyes and the prettiest smile, but also undeniably stupid, as stupid as you with her bruised knees and constantly broken nails. She wasn’t as high maintenance as you, didn’t leave underwear out or clean her dildos in the kitchen sink - in fact, after she started spending more time with you, your underwear seemed to disappear completely. Strange.

And those pizza nights? Where Zeke would introduce them to a new kind of beer or make Eren deliver a specific brand of cigarettes, where Reiner would spend most his time eyeing you and accentuating his thighs ripe for you to sit on, where Porco would grumble about you stealing his girlfriend or laughing when you dropped a slice of pizza down your front - those nights were gone, different, quieter, so quiet, almost silent beyond the gulping and smacking of lips against molten cheese.

Sure, you and Pieck sometimes make an appearance, sometimes separately if Pieck was coming in from work or together when you two trashed the kitchen trying to make a snack; but you two almost always stayed in your room when the gang came over, even if Porco invited you down for food and a drink,

“Issokay Pock, we wanna watch a movie tonight! And Pieck said I can practise eyeliner on her, she uses those stamps y’know? And she can never get it right, and she always loves my eyeliner so -,” and suddenly Porco is reminded why he prefers you secluding yourself in your room, so he doesn’t have to sit through you jabbering on about something stupid. And he is also reminded at the same time, about how thankful he is for Pieck because now, finally, you have someone to talk to, to fawn over, to lie on, to gaze longingly at that isn’t one of his girlfriends.

Like you are now, gazing down at your girlfriend who’s got cheap eyeliner staining streams down her cheeks and lipstick smeared over her chin. The movie is long forgotten, some period drama about prejudice that Yelena suggested. You got distracted, enormously distracted by how squirmy Pieck was being, how much she was whining and grumbling about sitting still for you, kept crinkling her eyes so the eyeliner messed up, kept readjusting her legs under yours till her knee was pressed to your crotch and her stupid top was halfway down her chest, and suddenly the eyeliner and the movie and the stupid get together downstairs meant nothing.

“You’re so annoying sometimes,” a pillow falls to the floor, Pieck’s head dangerously close to the edge of the bed and she’s panting hard, gasping breaths fanning your collar bone and drying the spit she’d lathed over your skin. With her skirt flipped up over her hips, bunching with the fold of her belly, and threatening to cover the mess between her thighs; you hardly care for the banging of the headboard against the wall, or the rattling of your water bottle on your bedside table.

“Shut up, - you, fuck, don’t, go faster! - you were messing it up anyway,” Pieck’s statement diverges into a moan when you finally manage to hitch her thigh securely over your hip, opening her up better, easier, the slick of her pussy shining for a second before it’s smothered with yours,

“S’your fault for - nngh, Pieck - like, distracting - fuck! - me,” the feel of her against you, so hot, so soft and sugary and slippery, the harsh brush of her pubes against yours and the catching of her labia over your clit is just - you can barely speak, barely get a thought straight. One hand clawing into her hip, and the other hooking her thigh into the crook of your elbow, you speed up just a bit, swirling your pelvis and shuffling closer with every thrust against her.

“Faster! Please! - ,” Pieck throws her head back with a coo of your name, “No wait! Go a little - like - shit,”

You feel something shifting and suddenly Pieck is grinding back against you, up into you, foot planted into the mattress beside you so to give her enough momentum. Dropping your head to her chest, your mouth slobbers over her breasts, swelling and bouncing with every upward grind, whining when you can’t latch on properly.

“Stop I wanna, just stay there,” you can hear her grinding her teeth in concentration, the only time the two of you are actually smart enough to focus properly is when you’re both trying to cum messy and sloppy against each other. And god - fuck, you can feel her cunt pulsing and throbbing against yours, slipping and sliding hard enough, and fast enough to make echoing noises, filthy and lewd and knocking tears from your eyes. Her nails dig into your shoulder and your waist, trying to hold you still, keep you from grinding back down into her when she’s so close -,

“M’gonna cum, gonna cum! Right - right there don’t move!” For such a petit woman, she holds remarkable strength and Pieck fucks up against you, the leg still in your grasp tensing and kicking out, mouth opening with a howl. The sight alone is enough, the feeling of her spilling against you, into you, gushing against you, warm and sloppy and so messy that is has you cumming the same as her, crying out loud enough to leave a ringing in your ears and a cloud hanging low in your head, the world spinning and turning a fuzzy pink.

And you realise seconds later, that you’ve been flipped on to your back on to the remote for your fairy lights, and suddenly they’re pink and Pieck has put her hair up into a pony tail, looming over you with swollen lips and bitten breasts, cunt insistent against yours.

“I wanna - you cum first this time,” she’s slurring her words, grinding long and hard down against you, clit swirling clumsy and dirty over yours, and you can’t even form the words to reply. Not even a nod, if you don’t count the lolling of your head in time with her thrusts. Pieck’s got this deep flush to her skin, spreading down to her chest and mixing with the bruises you probably (?) sucked while you were cumming a moment ago. She’s sweating, drooling ever so slightly at the sight of your belly jiggling with how hard she’s grinding, barely lifting and slapping down, pussy hardly leaving yours for a second. It makes her go faster, makes her want to see all of you wobble and away and jolt with her actions,

“Pieck! Pieck! Pieck! Gonna - gonna ! Nngh fuck!” You’re chanting her name, shivering and shaking, belly tending and quivering, arms - you’re probably failing a bit because it’s too quick, too hard, coming too fast for you to say anything coherent, you’re gonna -, “gonna cum Pieck! Ma-I’m - ,”

You spasm with a wail, cunt gushing hard and wet, spraying with how quick and lithe your girlfriend fucks you through it. It soaks her skirt, a puddle between the two of you, dripping down your belly and shining pearly over your pubes. She slows down, doesn’t stop completely, but Pieck allows you to catch your breath, back returning to the mattress that’s bare with how hard you were tearing at the sheets. You’re both a mess, sweating and shiny, covering in cum and slick and spit, still fuckin’ grinding up against each other, the bedsheets crumpled beneath you, water spilt over your bedside table, fairy lights set to flicker - and yet, Pieck leans down and kisses your forehead, sweet and brief,

“After - can you still show me your eyeliner thing?” She reaches for her phone where it’s lodged beneath a stuffed dinosaur, opening an app and taking a photo, “look! It’s barely smudged!” She stares at the photo, at you, messy and bleary eyed and slack with pleasure, “What brand is it? Does it come in brown, cause I think Sasha said brown would suit me better,”

“Pieck,” your needy, whining whimper doesn’t go wholly unnoticed, squirming beneath your girlfriend with her inconsistent thrusts against you, as if continually forgetting she’s tribbing you and then suddenly remembering and delivering a hard, slick kiss of her cunt to yours, “after Pieck, wanna cum again, please - I promise I’ll do your makeup after,”

Pieck throws her phone down, still open on the picture of your fucked out face complete with perfect eyeliner before leaning down to kiss you, soft nibble and pecks to imitate the soft slicks of her pussy against yours,

“Mhm - then pizza after that? M’sure that new friend Mika might wanna see your eyeliner too! Maybe we can show her how good it stays on!”

#🧋.answers #ur welcome anon #pieck for u #🍡.wlw #🍡.nsfw #cw.tribadism #cw.dumbification #cw.squirting #cw.multiple orgasms #cw.body description #tw.alcohol #pieck x reader #pieck smut #aot smut #snk smut #pieck x you #pieck x y/n

[deathbymas0chist]

𝔑𝔞𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔦 𝔎.

Nanami getting jealous bcs his bimbo gf was flirting with gojo at a party so he ties her up and puts a vibrator on her 😱⁉️

Word count: 2.3k

Content warning: mild dumbification, slight dacryphilia, bondage, Reader is intoxicated, a lil bit of neglect, edging, like 1 pussy slap, nanami is very mean but he gets soft at the end lmk what I missed 💀

Nanami despised social gatherings. Especially after being dragged to one hosted by Gojo, of all people, by his beloved girlfriend. Now, you were kind of… To put it another way, you were dimwitted. Always needing assistance with the simplest tasks, and never really paying attention to your surroundings or your own actions. You  basically had no thoughts in your pretty little head.

That's why Nanami had lost all self-control when you were subconsciously flirting with Gojo, thinking you were "just being nice" by batting your pretty lashes up at him, with your whorish short, tight pretty pink dress, pushing your tits up, up to the point of spilling out, while you were giggling at almost anything that idiot had said, and touching him at any opportunity you got.

Nanami glared at you and Gojo from across the room as he got up from the couch, which was full of annoying people laughing, talking, and drinking. Through the blaring music and flashing colorful lights, He finally got to you after pushing past all the people who were grinding on each other and making out in the middle of the room.

He grabbed your arm from behind you and turned you around to face him, his eyes cold, but you didn't seem to notice. In your drunken state, you throw your hands around his neck, happy to see your boyfriend.

“N-nami! *hic* "I didn't notice you t-there!.." You're hiccuping through your giggles because you've had far too much to drink, rolling his eyes at your antics, he turned to gojo. If looks could kill, gojo would have died a long time ago.

He could only mutter out "We'll be leaving now." He knew if he stayed another second, all hell would break loose. "B-but we just… *hic* got here!" you protested, slurring your words. Despite the fact that you had been there for hours and it was past one a.m.

Gojo could only smirk at the scene in front of him, deciding to piss Nanami off even further, he grabbed your other hand, making both of you stop dead in your tracks. “What’s the rush?” He teased, he knew he was playing a dangerous game by messing with you. It didn't help that you were agreeing with him too. That didn't seem to affect Nanami though, as he only continued to drag you out of the house. Once you had made it outside, the cold night air of summer had hit you, making you shiver as you took in a deep breath of fresh air, Nanami had helped you into the car.

Sitting down, you opened your mouth to whine, as he started the car, "Namiii... you're so meannnn..." Before you could say another word, you felt your mouth get roughly grabbed, Nanami’s colder, and much larger hands hold your pretty face tightly, forcing you to look him in the eyes as he lowly growled “I don't want to hear another word coming out of your whore mouth for the rest of this ride, before I show you how mean I can get.” He released your face from his mean grip, the whole ride was silent afterwards, you didn't dare say another word.

Finally arriving at the familiar gates of your house, Nanami had gotten out first, going to open your door to “help you” since you were still a bit sluggish from all the alcohol. He opened your door, before grabbing your hand to pull you up roughly, as you gasped in surprise. He slammed the door shut behind you loudly, as you stepped out. It was hard for you to walk in a straight line, considering you were wearing 6 inch heels, while completely intoxicated. You had managed to make it to the front door without tripping or falling, as Nanami opened the door, and you stepped in, taking your shoes off whilst taking in a deep sigh, finally feeling at ease.

That feeling did not last long though, having Nanami slam your front door shut, as he grabbed you, dragging you up the stairs and into your shared room. He roughly threw you on the bed, pouncing on you. He practically ripped your clothes off, Tearing your expensive dress right down the middle, with no remorse, only to see you weren't even wearing a bra, just a skimpy, pink lace thong.

"I knew you were such a fucking slut, but really?" he said with a disbelieving laugh. “No bra, either? Did you think Gojo would fuck you as well? Is that why you spent the entire night whoring yourself out to him? "Did you want him to fuck you like a stupid slut and bend you over like this?" He ripped your panties off, before slapping your pussy meanly.

Your let out a whine from his words, “M’ not a stupid slut… I don’t want Gojo to fuck me… ” your eyes got glassy at his words, tears welling up in your eyes, about to spill out. Fuck, you had looked so hot, your makeup was starting to run down your face because of your tears, and you were looking up at him with those big, doe eyes, he wanted to completely wreck you at that moment.

“Don't give me that shit, you had been flirting with that idiot all night, I saw the way you were throwing yourself on him, and how you looked while you were talking to him” he had a scowl on his face, even thinking about how Gojo was looking at you made him furious.

He stood up and walked over to your nightstand, where he opened the bottom drawer that contained all of your toys. He took the rope and a vibrator as he prepared to bind you, wanting to have you crying until the sun came up. Your cries and protests went unheard, and he began to bind your wrists to the headboard. He moved down your feet after finishing tying intricate knots on your small wrists. You tried to kick him, but he slapped your thigh hard, forcing you to stop as he roughly grabbed your ankles, pulling them apart and tying the same knots as he did your wrists.

"You do realize you shouldn't try to avoid your punishment, right?" Or maybe not, because you're a stupid slut who only thinks with her pussy and not her head?" You were sobbing even harder at his cruel words as you continued to babble out nonsense, trying to deny his cruel words.

As you struggled against him, he finished tying the last knot, but it was pointless because the rope was burning your wrists from how tight he had tied it. He looked at you with an amused glint in his eyes as you whined in frustration. As he lifted the vibrator he'd been holding while tying you up, your expression dropped even more.

With the controller in his hand, he turned it on and set it to the highest setting, then carefully spread your folds open and placed it on top of your pretty clit. The intense vibrations on your sensitive nerves caused your entire body to jerk as you thrashed around. Nanami's face had a hint of a smile on it as he watched you fight your restraints and the overwhelming pleasure.

Nanami became even more turned on, as he sat down in front of the bed, staring at you intently as your hips stuttered upwards. you could feel your orgasm building up and approaching quickly as your thighs stiffened and your back arched off the bed in pure pleasure, but it was ripped away from you just as you were about to crash down from your high, as you sobbed in despair. Nanami's hard dick is straining against his jeans in just the right way to cause just the right amount of discomfort. He immediately turned off the vibrator when you were on the verge of your high.

While Nanami stood there watching you cry over your ruined orgasm, he turned it back on, and you choked on your sob in shock. At this point, he was only interested in torturing you for his own amusement, and he took pride in it. He knows Gojo can't fuck you as well as he can, that he can't make you cry the same way he does, or that you can't beg him to fuck him the same way he can.

You started babbling out apologies in the hopes of persuading Nanami to stop hhis relentless torture on you. "N-nami- p-please- m'sorry  m'not gonna talk to G-gojo again.." He only stood there and watched; he wasn't about to let you off the hook so easily. You had to prove you were truly sorry. If you wanted it so badly you knew you had to show it through your actions, even if it meant having ten ruined orgasms the entire night.

He intended for you to beg even more. He took out his phone from his back pocket and opened it, acting unconcerned about the fact that he had you tied to your bed with a vibrator strapped to you as he scrolled aimlessly through it. You began to cry even louder, writhing for his attention; it was the least he could do!

The vibrations were going straight to your brain, and you couldn't think because of how good you felt. As you felt yourself approaching the edge again, you sobbed uncontrollably, "M'going to cum...!" Nanami took this as a cue to turn off the vibrations for the second time, leaving you hanging for the second time as he didn't even look up from his phone.

You'd felt completely humiliated. You were helpless, tied up, and unable to attract Nanami's attention. Everything you tried to end the torture was futile; your pulling and kicks didn't budge the rope, and squirming your way out of the vibrator attached to you didn't work either.

You had no other options then to just lay there and take it.

His torturous punishment dragged on for what seemed like hours. He'd already come close to edging you six times. With the cursed vibrator still whirring, your pussy was raw and almost numb. The bedsheets beneath you were completely covered with drool from your went cunt. At this point, you were on the verge of passing out. Your body lay limp on the bed, your eyes rolled back into your skull.

Nanami had finally taken mercy on you, deciding that he couldn't keep abusing your poor cunt any longer, especially since you had taken everything he'd done so well. He finally stood up and walked over to you, crawling between your legs to gently lift the vibrator off your pulsing, aching clit. You let out a whine, too used to the constant stimulation of your sensitive nerves.

Nanami began to undo the harsh grip of the rope on your sore wrists, shushing you. Finally feeling free, you raised your arms and reached for Nanami, wanting to be held after the torture you had undergone from him.

"You deserve a reward for being such a good girl, you did so well taking this," Softly kissing your aching ankles . Finally, you'll be free of the bruising, rough rope. Before making his way between your thighs, he traced the rope's mark with his thumb. You whined as he pressed a sweet, soft kiss into your inner thighs. Was it really that bad if you were a little selfish after being so patient the entire time, waiting for your sweet relief?

You grabbed his soft blonde hair and drew his head into your cunt. He softly kissed your clit before licking a stripe up your cunt. He wanted to savor your taste in his mouth, but you were only going to be cumming on his cock tonight, and only his cock.

He sat up and unbuckled his belt, releasing his hard dick from his shackles. He had felt so relieved, his pants had become so tight that he was almost in pain. His leaking tip had a ring of precum on it, with his usually soft pink tip now a shade of angry red.

You were laying on your back, as he towered over you. He pushed himself into your still sensitive cunt, causing you to twitch as you were finally filled after only being stimulated for so long.As you moaned in pleasure, you could feel his tip almost kissing your cervix as he pushed himself in so deep. After allowing you to adjust to his size, he picked up your legs and placed them over his shoulders as he began to thrust, starting off slowly, progressively getting faster and harder.

You started creaming around him, your pussy was so wet and you were too stupid to realize what you were doing to him. He could only look at how your tight cunt took him so well every time he pushed in, and how your pretty juices formed a pretty halo around the base of his dick.

All of the sensations made you feel overwhelmed, and you felt your orgasm hit you like a train, snapping the knot in your stomach hard. You stopped breathing as Nanami pushed harder into you, tensing your thighs around him. You tried to yell out a warning but it was already too late. You had shocked yourself by squirting everywhere, your juices covering Nanami's shirt and soaking his pants. Your ruined oragsms had all come back to you at once.

Nanami could only chuckle softly before continuing to chase after his own high, eventually cumming deep inside you and filling you up with a few more thrusts as you both rode out your orgasms before collapsing on the bed together.

After falling asleep, Nanami's phone buzzed silently; it was Gojo, who had reacted to a video Nanami had sent him, which showed you tied up on the bed, begging Nanami to fuck you.

#nanami smut #jjk #jujutsu nanami #nanami x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk anime #jujutsu kaisen smut #cw.dacryphilia #cw.dumbification #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk imagines

[spitdrunken]

Uhhhh I had some thoughts and nowhere to put them so I thought I’d try giving them to you. It’s long though so I didn’t want to send it in via ask.

notes: pokephilia, dumbification, mindcontrol, heavy dubcon

Okay, so imagine a psychic type Pokemon sees you and decides he has to have you. You’re a sweet, shy little thing, and a total virgin. But when he decides to take a look into your mind, he’s shocked, because it turns out you’re a total Pokeslut.

Even though Pokemon are just as intelligent as humans, Pokephilia is heavily frowned upon, so you’ve never told anyone, but you’re constantly fantasizing about Pokemon. About being railed by them, sucking them off, becoming a totally subservient breeding bitch to them.

As your future master, the psychic Pokemon is prepared to make all your dreams come true. But first, he needs to prepare you, using his psychic powers to make some adjustments from a distance.

First, he makes you dumber. Slowly, and not in a way people will notice; he doesn’t want to get caught. It starts off with simple things. You begin making stupid mistakes that are either unnoticeable to anyone else or easy to write off. Then you forget things you should know, not super simple things, but stuff you learned, like, in late high school or college. If anyone asks you about those things, you can give the answer, but you won’t understand it. It’s like you know the initial question, and you know the final answer, but everything in between is just… gone.

Then, you start to get sluttier. You’re still a virgin, but you think about sex, especially sex with Pokemon, more than ever before. If you have a boyfriend, you dump him, and though you give some or other acceptable excuse, the real reason is that, even though you’ve never had sex, you know, deep down, that his small, knotless cock could never satisfy you.

It doesn’t stop there, though. You’ve been dressing in more revealing clothes lately, and now that you’re single, you’re free to start spending your nights at the club, flirting with boys.

Just a while ago, you always wore large, baggy clothes, and you’d never even seen a dick in real life, but now? Now you’re wearing barely anything at all, and you’re on your knees in the bathroom at a club, sucking off a man you just met. Then you suck off all of his friends, too.

You never go any farther than that, though. Your virginity is being saved for… someone. You’re not quite sure who, but you know they exist! Just… when you try to focus on them, figure out who they are, your head gets warm and fuzzy, and then the rest of you gets warm and fuzzy, too… You should suck off some more guys! As practice, for the one you’re saving the rest of yourself for!

You’re still getting dumber, too. Again, the questions and answers are still there, but unlike before, where you could recall them anytime, now it’s like they’re locked away, only resurfacing when you need to answer a question. More stuff is disappearing, too; stuff you learned in early high school, middle school, and now even elementary school stuff has started to fade away.

Soon, you’re a silly, vapid, idiotic slut. You can’t even remember what two plus two is unless someone asks, and if you wore any less when you went out, you’d be arrested for public nudity. When you get home, the first thing you do is strip naked and start playing with yourself, losing yourself in thoughts of being a mindless, submissive Pokeslut. What a dumb little bimbo you are, only ever thinking about how you can please some hot stud of a Pokemon!

One night, you’re doing just that. Usually, you fall onto the couch once you’ve stripped, since you’re too horny to wait until you get to your bedroom, but today you couldn’t even get that far. You’ve only made it a few steps from the door when you fall to the floor, unbearably horny, and start touching yourself.

But soon (at least, you think it’s soon. You’re too much of a dumb slut to keep track of time anymore.), your front door opens, and who walks in? The psychic Pokemon. The one you’ve been practicing and saving yourself for.

Your Master! Soon, he’ll take you to your new home, where all you’ll ever have to worry about is sucking and fucking. First, though, you lick your lips and open your mouth. You have to show Master how much you’ve been practicing!

LOOK... I HONESTLY DO NOT HAVE THAT MUCH TO ADD BUT ITS JUST...... SO GOOD MAN..... i haven’t really had much of a chance to talk about full on dumbification on here but this is,,, perfect <3 i rlly like the idea of having ur mind reduced to just. nothing. and from a pokemon too yknow!! JUST... peak content. thank you so much  for submitting <3

#submission #nmw #cw.mindcontrol #cw.pokephilia #cw.dumbification #cw.dubcon

[bokutoslittlebird]

Soulmates

Alpha!Akaashi x Omega!Reader

Author’s Note : I began this as a drabble and was like “Oh today’s Akaashi day” then realized it was going to be a fic and went “I’m committed to doing this today” so here it is! A fic without a breeding kink nor mentions of pregnancy, just for you 💙 anon! And other lovely followers who just like my smut ; Akaashi is at the end of his third year (aka he is 18) so don’t come at me with knives (reader-chan has graduated)

Warnings : noncon, Omegaverse, knotting, Akaashi’s mom, fingering, cunnilingus, knotting, rut cycle, overstimulation, dumbification, sweet aftercare, somnophilia

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll be right back,” his mother called from down the stairs. A loud groan of pain was the only response, but she knew he heard her. With a list of items to shop for in her purse, she left out the door.

Passing by the black car, she continued down the street to another house. With a knock on the door, you opened it seconds after. “Akaashi-san! I’m glad to see you’re doing well. Is anything wrong?”

“Oh, no! Not at all dear,” she smiled, red lips creating dimples on the side of her face. You smile back, waiting for her to continue. “Keiji left earlier, so I was wondering if you’d like to come over to help plan a surprise party for him!”

“Oh, a party? For his graduation?” You ask. She nods and hums, explaining her detailed plan for his graduating party. With you being one year older than him, his family had planned a graduation party for his teammates and you. You were hesitant to go, knowing full well that Keiji’s mother happened to be obsessed with the idea of you two together. It wasn’t a horrible though, per se, you just didn’t see him in that light. You had a few fleeting crushes before, especially on some volleyball players and other athletic Alphas, but Keiji never showed the common dominance of an Alpha around you. He was gentle, kind, and courteous. He was perfect.

Perfect for someone else, but not you.

“Would you like to join me for some lunch? I have some udon we can eat, your favorite!” She cheerily says, bright eyes with her smile. You shrug and accept, seeing no harm. You tell her to wait a moment to get dressed, but she shakes her head. “No need to be so formal, [Y/N]! We’re practically family!”

You cringe at her words, but don’t say anything. Telling your mother you’d be gone for a bit, you leave once she gives you the okay. Walking beside your friend’s mother isn’t as awkward as it feels, easily falling into a conversation with her.

When she turns to the house, you feel a sense of dread overcome you. Keiji’s scent is practically seeping from the walls, invading your senses as you feel the slick pool in your panties. A sign that he’s in his rut. Your panic gives Akaashi plenty of time to push you into the house, welcoming you as you numbly step in. Once you enter the house, Keiji’s scent gets stronger. He knows you’re here. “Uh—“

“Good luck, dear,” she says, shutting the door. You freak out and run to open it, but it’s locked. Not locked as in keeping people out, but rather like the knob is stuck in place from someone holding it. You bang on the door. No answer, you sigh in the silence.

A creak on the stairs has you whipping around. Keiji’s padded feet come into view, his pajama pants coming into view as he continues to descend the stairs. “[Y/N]? Is that you?” He calls out. You don’t answer, eyes stuck on the topless form of your friend. Pajama pants hang low, his v-line on display as his strong scent makes your brain fuzzy. “Why are you here?”

“Your... mom,” you mumble, eyes dropping to your own feet, toes curled as you attempt to calm down yourself. With him closing in on you, it’s impossible. He clicks his tongue, coming closer until his breath fans over your face. Your chest is heaving as his minty scent overwhelms you, the slick dripping from you and soaking your panties. He can smell your arousal, you’re sure of it, his eyes darkened with his own arousal.

“Oh,” is all he says in response. His hands come to your waist, large hands rubbing under the shirt.

“I’m sorry, Keiji, I need to go-”

“You just got here,”

“I don’t want to do this,”

“You say that, but,” his hand dives under your pants, a gasp coming from you as his long finger teases your covered slit. They’re absolutely drenched. “You’re just as aroused as I am. Your body wants it,”

“Keiji, that’s wrong-”

“It’s only wrong if you don’t feel good,” His breath fans over your face. Long fingers push aside your panties and run along your folds, getting drenched in your slick. Pushing two in, he pushes his nose to your scent glands. “You smell so delicious, I can’t hold back,”

Your weak attempts to push him away are pathetic and useless, his towering form able to cover your body and keep you pinned to the door. A few pumps of his fingers until he adds a third one, moaning at your walls fluttering around him. He brings his thumb to your clit, gently rubbing and flicking as he continues to thrust his fingers into you. You’re holding back your moans, small whines seeping through sealed lips until you feel the knot in your stomach snap, your walls gushing around his fingers as you moan. Legs turn to jelly, your frame colliding with his as he holds you up. Removing his fingers, he makes a show of lapping at them and moaning.

“Mm, as delicious as I had hoped,” he moans, strong arms moving to carry you. Your brain is hazy and fuzzy, the aftermath of your orgasm sending your resolve melting in a puddle by the front door. Only when you find yourself against soft sheets does the haze clear, the familiar walls of Keiji’s bedroom coming into view. “I need more,”

“More?” You whine, feeling his fingers hook over the hem of your clothes. Your pants and panties are promptly pulled off, flung to the side to be forgotten. He groans as he buries his nose between your thighs, heavy breathing and he inhaled your scent. A hot tongue sweeps against your slit, Keiji moaning as your cum hits his tongue. Your hands fly to his messy hair, back arching as he laps at the juices between your thighs. Suckling on your clit, he lets go with a pop and dives back between your folds.

“So fucking good,” he grunts, his nose nudging your little bud as you feel another orgasm coming on, hand tightening on his strands as he sucks on your clit once more. You gush, your cum splashing against his lips as he drinks every drop you give him. “So good,” he moans again, removing himself. Swiping any excess with his finger, he licks it off while staring into your eyes.

“Kei-Keiji,” panting, you try to tell him once more to stop, but he’s already crawling over you. Once his lips are on yours, you feel his bulge pressing into your wet folds as he ruts. The only thing separating you two is the pants he wears. The pants which are quickly pulled down as he moans, the feeling of his cock against you enough to have him groaning into your mouth. You whine, feeling his cock rubbing between your folds as he rocks against you.

He doesn’t wait a moment longer. Pulling his hips back, he slides himself into you with one push, hand covering your mouth as you scream from the stretch. “It’ll go away, shh, you’re fine, you’re fine, princess, shh,” his voice coos into your ear. Tears bead your eyes as you inhale his calming scent, your walls relaxing as he rolls his hips. It’s not unbearable, but a stinging pain resides. “You’re fine, you’re fine,”

He keeps your mouth covered as he lazily thrusts into you, small squelching noises coming from where his cock disappears into you. When he looks down to see you taking every inch of him, he removes his hand in favor of gripping your thighs. Keeping your legs spread, he picks up the pace to jackhammer into you. Your cunt stings with his thrusts, your nails raking against the sheets as your walls flutter around him, eyes rolling as you coat his cock with your essence.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, I love you, so fucking much,” he moans out, drowning out your squeals of pleasure as he fucks you. His confession is disregarded, your focus on staying sane as he bumps against your cervix and rubs against your special spot. It’s not long until you’re creaming around him again, a moan as your back arches. He pulls himself out, giving you hope he’s taking a break.

When he flips you over to your hands and knees, you know he’s making you comfortable. With his cock easily slipping back into you, you find your head pulled back as he grips your hair. “You’re taking me so well, don’t act like you don’t want my cock. You want my knot, too, right? You want me to fill you up? Of course you do, fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans, arm keeping him above you as the sound of skin slapping skin bounces off his walls. You can only moan, tongue lolling out as your body aches from his brutal fucking. Tears stream down your face as you mewl, another orgasm forced around his cock as he pumps into you. Another few harsh thrusts and he’s pushing his thick knot into your milky depths, another orgasm as you milk his cock of every drop. A shiver runs through you as you fall against the sheets, chest heaving as you finally attempt to catch your breath.

“I said what I meant, you know? I love you, [Y/N]. I have since I met you. I wanted this,” he confesses, pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade. A look at your face tells him you can’t answer, drool oozing from your plump lips as your fingers twitch occasionally. He chuckles, pressing another kiss to your sweaty skin. “I’ll bond you another time. I want you to be awake for that.”

It’s a few minutes before his knot deflates, his soft cock flopping against his thigh as he lays you on your side. Gentle breaths tell him you’ve fallen asleep, probably due to the overstimulation you endured. A warm washcloth to clean you and wipe off any oozing cum is placed to the side, Keiji pressing a kiss to your temple.

He knows it’s wrong, but you’re so cute when you’re helpless and vulnerable. Your cute mewl when he rubs your hardened nipple has him hard again. He knows it’s wrong, but he can’t help pushing his thick cock into your tight cunt again.

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[honeymaki]

FAIR PLAY

Pairings: Misturi x fem!reader

Warnings: ass eating, rimming, squirting, multiple orgasms, mentions of strapon, dumbification

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: I saw a fanart of her ass and now...yeah

“It’s only fair isn’t it?” 

You can hear her pout, feel her tense when you ghost your fingers over the round swell of her ass. Mitsuri lays on her front, face buried in her hands and legs quivering from where you’re straddling them, the two of you surrounded by pillows and blankets and a pile of clean washing sits on one corner of the bed but that can be dealt with later; you want to deal with her first.

“S’not the same though,” she mumbles from behind her hands, subtly arching her back and pressing her ass harder into your warm palms. You sit back on your knees, pondering for a moment with a slick grin lacing your lips, digging your fingers a little harder into her supple skin and that grin only widens when she squeaks at the slight spreading of her ass,

“Isn’t it? You sure had fun fucking my ass open the other night Mitsuri, you and I both know I couldn’t sit for hours after - and you fucking loved it, loved watching me go dumb and stupid and utterly brain dead on your cock, loved teasing me ‘nd refusing to touch my needy, needy little pussy,” your tone adopts this sickly sweet lilt that has her mewling and pressing her ass into your grip, allowing you to spread her more, thumbs dangerously close to the puckered hole you’d been salivating over for the last three days. With a gentle hush, you purse your lips and smooth one palm up her spine to hold her down, a string of saliva gathering on the tip of your tongue before dropping down the cleft of her ass,

“O-oh!”

“S’my turn now isn’t it? You got to fuck my ass for as long as you wanted on your cock, ‘nd it was your favourite one too -,” you loom over her, breasts swaying close enough to her bare shoulders for her to feel and keen at, curling her head to the side so you could lick a stripe up the shell of her ear, “You know I wanna feel it again sweetheart, wanna feel your fat cock stretch my ass till I can feel it in my tummy,” Mitsuri opens her mouth in shock, eyes rolling into the back of her head when you use your thumb to circle her hole, slipping in for a fraction of a second with the continued undulation of her hips, “But now? Now, it’s my turn to wreck your ass and I’m gonna do it all with my mouth, cause I know you love it when I fuck you with my tongue baby, your precious cunt is gonna be begging for me to taste it when I’m through with you,”

Your hands retreat from Mitsuri, your body and it’s warmth over her retreats and she keens after you, calling your name and lifting her hips, propping herself up on her knees so she can look over her shoulder at you - spreading her cheeks and licking your lips, zeroing in on her fluttering hole before dipping down with parted, wet, messy lips,

“B - bab - fuck!” She arches her back deliciously, muscles clenching and twitching in her shoulders, hand shooting back to grasp your head and for a second, you think she’s going to push you away, “M-more!”

Sure, you might have shown her a little dominance trying to convince her to let you eat her ass, but ultimately; Mitsuri held the reins on you and your tongue, rolling and circling her hips into your face and her desperate noises only spur you one. 

“That’s good, right there!” She’s squeaky, pitchy, already on the edge and you’ve not even started properly yet, lathing your lips over her hole and spreading her cheeks, fat spilling through your fingers and then - then you start, then you tense your tongue and dive in, slurping lewdly and moaning with the salty taste of her skin. Mitsuri cries out loudly, slamming her hand into the mattress beneath her and giving her enough balance to arch her back more, more - knees kicking and knocking together with the overwhelming pleasure and all you can do is follow her, barely keeping up with her squirming and grinding. You have half a mind to slam her back down straight, especially when you slip and accidentally latch on to her drooling, sloppy pussy which in turn sends Mitsuri into a spiral of gasps and out of control squeals,

“Stop fucking squirming,” you hiss against her lower back, damp with sweat and she sweeps her hair over one shoulder, eyes heavy and watery, pupils wide with pleasure and swallowing the puffy cheeked, messy chinned vision of you licking stripes over and over her hole, catching it each time she clenched and fluttered. And the noise -,

“So fuckin’ messy for me, look at you,” Mitsuri simpers through her breathlessness and heaving gasps, “I fuck your ass once and suddenly you’re obsessed, dirty fuckin’ girl,”

The words spur you on, tongue curling deep into her and Mitsuri throws her head back with a whine, fingers scratching your scalp and positively suffocating you between her cheeks,

“Keep going - fuck baby - m’so close, so close, don’t - fuck!” Her tone gets higher and higher with every word, the pants catching in her throat and her chest heaving with every prod of your tongue against that sweet spot deep within her. Her skin is spattered with pink, sweat coating her temples and neck, dripping down her chest and she fists the sheets with her free hand, hips rocking into your ministrations at a speed you can barely keep up with, but god you try to. She’s so close, you can feel it, feel her ass clench and squeeze your tongue, hear how wet her cunt is with every flutter of her neglected hole, and if you - if you just reach down with your fingers, reach around her soft hip and if you just -,

“Fuck! Baby - don’t - I’m cumm - gonna cum!” Your fingers swipe over her clit once, twice and Mitsuri looses herself with a sharp cry and a spurt of liquid from her cunt, soaking the sheets and splashing down your chest. Her legs quiver and shake uncontrollably either side of your head, her entire body twitching with her orgasm, belly jiggling and tensing with every shock of pleasure down her spine. She can’t hold herself up, not when you continue abusing her asshole with your tongue and keep pinching her clit, chest thudding into the mattress and allowing you to press your face harder into her ass, digging your tongue deeper, faster, harder, moaning when she squirts again, weaker this time. 

“M-more - gimme, give it to me -,” you should tease her, should chuckle and adopt the same mean mocking tone she always uses when you get like this, when all you can do is babble and drool and cum like a bitch in heat - but you can’t. You can hardly open your eyes with the scent of her arousal filling your nose and the slick dripping down your chin, sticky webs swaying from her cunt and connecting to your fingers. There’s nothing to stop either of you, pulling back to take a deep breath before diving in once again, thumbs spreading the puffy folds of her cunt and teasing her neglected hole for a moment,

“Don’t stop - don’t stop baby, please!” You can hardly make out what she’s saying, voice muffled by her tongue and her sobs of pleasure, hips still twitching and legs still shaking and jiggling. You’re not going to stop, you can’t - can’t bring yourself to pull away, can’t bring yourself to stop your fingers from abusing her pulsing cunt and fucking her into another orgasm that has her entire body shaking and twitching and making more mess over your bed. And neither can she, addicted to the swelling in her belly and the harsh prodding of your tongue in her ass, fingers clumsy against her clit but mouth doing wonders on her puckered hole. So - through her lust addled brain, Mitsuri supposed it was fair in this sense; if she fucked you dumb on her cock, then surely it’s only fair if you fuck her dumb on your tongue right?

Networks: @our-love-club​, @knyplaymatemansion​

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[honeymaki]

The way you get so cock drunk off of Yuuji is ridiculous; head thrown back, mouth open, eyes unfocused and hardly open, squeals and moans and incoherent babbling about how good his cock is fucking you open, that you want more, need it harder, want his cum coating your insides. But what’s more ridiculous is how pussy drunk Yuuji gets off of you; hips hardly lifting from yours, cock dragging through your walls, barely pulling out, pelvis smushed against your clit hard enough for him to feel it throb, smearing yours and his cum up his stomach and hissing at the slippery drag of his balls against your ass. Both of you are hardly talking, unable to tell the other to keep going, to stop, to cum, to kiss, to do something - only able to grip each other and flutter and quiver and groan through your orgasms, from one straight into another because being this inebriated on each other is downright addicting. 

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#don't fucking look at me #I had this thought last night after my nightmare and couldn't get it out of my head #🍡.nsfw #🍡.het #yuuji x reader #yuuji smut #paws - jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #yuuji thirst #jujutsu kaisen thirst #jjk smut #cock drunk + pussy drunk = overstim #cw.overstimulation #cw.creampie #cw.dumbification

[honeymaki]

Parings: Ymir x fem!reader

Warnings: sugar mommy/sugar baby relationship, public sex, size kink, strap on, oral, fingering, mentions of bimbo reader

word count: 1.1k

A/N: first thing on this blog and it’s sugar mommy!Ymir god help us

꧁✿🌸╭⊱  Sugar mommy!Ymir doesn’t flaunt it, no, not in the ways others may flaunt their money. She’s tactful, tasteful with dark jeans and shiny belts and skin shirts dropped open to show the intricate tattoo lacing down her sternum, framed by silver chains. Rings adorning her fingers, thick and chunky and worth more than the weight of the diamonds fixed to your earlobes, but she’d never tell you how much, or where she got them, only snapping a picture at them pressing against the delicate skin of your throat. She’s niche, addictive, wants you begging for more, more of anything when you’re with her, treating you to an expensive trip to the shops and then slipping her hand under your skirt in the fancy restaurant she’s on the VIP list for. You don’t ask what her job is, how she got all her funds and savings and you definitely don’t ask her why she keeps you around, dumb little you with wide eyes and glossy lips and a tendency to maybe act up just a little bit when she invades the privacy of the dressing room in favour of shoving her fingers down your throat and grinding her thigh against your warm cunt. 

꧁✿🌸╭⊱  She’s never the type to buy you pretty lingerie and then rip it all off you with the intention of getting you naked as quickly as possible - no. She has a myriad of cameras, professional photographer ones and vintage ones that make funny clicking sounds when they produce polaroids of your body stretched out amongst the furs and satins of the bed. Ymir adores going back through the photos, putting them in order and flipping through each garment of your outfit being peeled off, remembering each flex of her fingers against your skin and each pose she put you in. God - the first time she pulled out her favourite camera, you’d hidden behind your hands and bitten your lip in embarrassment because Ymir had forced your legs apart and snapped far too many photos of your cunt fluttering and glistening in the orange light of the dining room. Over time, you got used to her funny requests, growing more and more confident in front of the camera until she didn’t have to ask you to pose any more, you did it of your own accord and often included the pretty black dildo she’d bought for you or the silver nipple clamps that matched the bars through hers. She’s got the photos all hidden in a Louis Vuitton shoe box under her bed and sometimes, when she can’t take you with her on business trips, she’ll select her favourites and stare at them in the emptiness of her hotel room with her hand between her legs and your voice cooing down the phone for her. 

꧁✿🌸╭⊱ Ymir fucks you like she’s afraid you’ll leave her, ditch her for someone who will pay you more to be by their side, someone who will provide more for you, give you more, fuck you more - be more than her. So she stakes her claim on her body with mean fingers but a soft mouth, lips tugging at your nipples and cock slipping through the folds of your cunt, aching with the words she whispers into your skin, “C’mon princess, work it for me, you were so desperate for my cock earlier so why’re you being so shy now hm? Where’d my good girl go? Thought I taught you better than to be all bark but no bite, talkin’ all that shit about being able to take my cock and then being too fuckin shy to ride it like the whore I know you really are,”. And it’s the thick metal band on her thumb and the jutting of her hips that have you creaming over her cock, slick and shiny and the prettiest purple colour at your request. She always makes you ride this one, teases you with the fat head of it before yanking your hips down the ribbed girth of it, the thickest of her collection and the one that makes you cry the hardest. “Awh, is my baby girl crying already? Is my cock too much for you? Can’t take it? Hm? Such a pity, I was gonna give in and fuck you like you wanted, give you a little rest from being such a stupid brat but if you’re just gonna be a little cry baby then you can make it up to me,”. And even though you blubber and bounce and twitch and jerk over her cock, that thumb never leaves your clit and that hand aids in your grinds till you shudder and drench her lap with your spend. 

꧁✿🌸╭⊱ Something Ymir loves especially, is taking you along to her business events, paying you a hefty sum to wear no panties and the prettiest silk dress that sticks to your skin like water, and drapes over your curves and slopes. She loves showing you off, suit jacket discarded over her chair and shirt unbuttoned to show the jewel at her throat matching the ones on your wrists, a sheen of sweat dampening her skin with how utterly delicious you looked. It was merely an opportunity to show her coworkers and friends that she could afford a pretty dumb thing to hang off her arm, and then follow her into the private bathroom when people were slightly too drunk to question the damp spot on the back of your dress as you disappeared into the shadows. There’s just something about attaching her lips to the hard throb of your clit that was addictive to Ymir, propping you up on the marble counter top and hiking your watery dress up over your sinful hips, urging you to mess up her hair and play with your breasts, over the fabric, over the cool satin of your dress so that it wrinkled and folded with the scratch of your nails and the pebbling of your nipples. You always tasted sweeter in public, especially with a few glasses of champagne in you and your glossy lips sticky and bitten from how often you tried to seduce Ymir into a corner to play with you. Please, every event ended like this, every business dinner and gala finished with Ymir’s fingers fucking into your clenching hole and her teeth dragging over your clit till you gushed down her hand and stained her shirt. You were both addicted to each other, money and gifts and favours be damned - and the first time you called her mommy? The first time you begged for mommy’s fingers in your needy little cunt? Fuck - Ymir was sure you blacked out from how hard she’d fucked you.

                                             ★*ﾟ*☆*ﾟ*★*ﾟ*☆*ﾟ*★

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[honeymaki]

no thoughts just mommy midnight railing me with her fat cock until i go dumb n praising me n kissing me and overstimulating me until i cant walk for a whole week 🥺🥺

mommy midnight pressing into the arch in your spine till you're prone on your belly, fingers gripping your ass and spreading you so wide, so mean till you squeal and moan. All cause she wants to see the ring of cream coating her heavy, fat, veiny cock ramming in nd out, in nd out of your poor, abused hole. Nemuri's knees caging your thighs, hips swinging down into your ass, fat jiggling with every slam and smack. Sometimes she changes pace, humping you deep, rutting you harsh, cock head kissing your cervix and causing your whole body to jump at the strange sensation. And she takes this brutal break to hook one hand under your chin, tilting your head up and licking into your mouth, saliva bubbling down your neck and tears wetting her cheeks, sucking your tongue into her mouth and squeezing your throat just enough for you to gasp out "Mommy - hah - fuck, more!"

such a greedy baby

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[honeymaki]

hi kitty !!! hope ur day’s going well. been havin some commander hange brainrot nd i can’t get the thought of them just making me absolutely brain dead from their strap🥺

commander hange:(( has just - the biggest fucking strap you've ever seen nd it's ribbed and this bright fuckin purple and they just tap your lips so so lovingly, smiling down at you with a "open wide angel, I want to see how much you can take"

You've managed only a quarter of the thick, heavy dildo down your throat nd you've gagged and had to stop for a bit because you started hyperventilating; and Hange knows you're truly a cockwhore because the whole time you've got your hands sandwiched between your thighs nd looking up at them so so tearily and with so much adoration in your eyes. So next on the list is your perfect little pussy, so tight nd drippy and always creaming when they slap the fat cock head against your clit, making you jump and whine and jerk and kick your legs out:(( "Want more honey? C'mon, I know this little angel cunt is so so hungry for my cock, look at it - gonna be a tight fit isn't it?"

you don't care, you want it, want their cock so deep in your guts but all they're doing is grinding against you, thick shaft bumping over your clit and heavy base fit snugly against your entrance, wide and dripping with your slick, thighs covered and slippery:(( nd they just keep going, keep grinding, keep making you writhe and beg with tears in your eyes nd hiccups catching in your throat,

"Want you dumb angel, want you so needy you can hardly speak - how long d'you think it'll take before you start crying - oh!" and the whole time they've been talking, their hips speed up and their thighs flex and bulge with every heavy downward thrust against your pussy, cock hardly leaving the plush of your lips and it's so close, so close to slipping in and you want it so bad, gripping their wrists where they've got their hands fisting the sheets either side of your head. and you burst into heavy sobs when the tip catches on your pulsing needy hole and Hange kisses your tears away with a quiet coo of your name, crowding closer to you, chests flush and cock finally - finally breaching you with such a stretch than you feel your mind going blank and your mouth dropping open. nd Hange's got their face pressed into your neck, whispering what a good girl you've been for being so patient, for turning into a dumb little angel for them:(( and their hips swing down into yours, dildo forcing deeper, harder, stretching you so wide nd so obscene that you're unsure if you'll ever be able to cum without it again:(( nd Hange knows this, wants you to only ever need their big heavy cock, only ever able to cum around it, squeeze it hard nd cream so so pretty on it:(( your plush folds swollen nd puffy round the girth of it:(( huggin' it so pretty nd good:(( you're just such a perfect little toy for them to play with, abuse with their cock(s) nd fingers nd tongue:(( so perfect:((

#🧋.answers #🍡.nsfw #🍡.wlw #cw.strapon #cw.size kink #cw.dumbification #cw.oral #hange x reader #hange smut #snk smut #aot smut #attack on titan smut #snk thirst #aot thirst #attack on titan thirst #cw.fem reader #idk if I got their characterisation right? #ive never written hange before:(( #m not sure how I feel bout this:((

[honeymaki]

↳ Ghostface!Ymir

Pairings: Ymir x reader

Warnings: DARK CONTENT AHEAD. mentions of murder, blood and gore, description of injury, predator/prey kink, strapon, dumbification, rough sex, degradation.

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: part 2 of ghost face!Ymir

Mean.

That’s how she had described herself in that moment; mean, mean, mean. Apparently not mean enough when she’s bullying her thick cock into your convulsing body, smearing something unmentioned against your arched back and clapping her hips hard, hard, harder into your ass. 

Something catches your elbow, a branch? It hurts, stings as it tears your skin deep enough to bring beads of crimson to the surface. There’s wetness on your bare feet, leaves sticking to your shins and mud caking your exposed thighs, staining the stupid, stupid white nightgown you were dressed in. 

And nothing else. It pained you to run, not because of your feet, but because of your breasts heaving and the biting wind catching between your legs, hissing through the welts shaped like fingers around your throat. Time had stopped since she’d let you go, since she’d brought that dreadful mask close to your face and demanded you look at her with fake sweetness in her voice, cooing at you when you start crying and batting open your legs from where you had been subconsciously clenching them together at the simper and the hot breath you felt wet your neck. It was nighttime, you knew that because it was impossible to see anything two foot in front of you, darkness swirling and beckoning you closer, promising you freedom where you knew barbed wire and broken glass lay in wait for prey as pretty, and as innocent as the others. 

Were you innocent? With how clean your hands were, yes but with how soiled your inner thighs were, how drippy you were with every step, every tender shuffle around trees and through bracken; no, you were by no means innocent of the crimes beholden of her and her mask, and her fingers, and her cock. Tears sprung from your eyes involuntarily at a twig snapping in the distance, body freezing and breath catching in your throat, clogging your chest and causing you to splutter with fear, and with something else. You had seen her in the bathroom before, tightening the straps round her thighs and waist, shoving something into her jeans, cursing when she admired herself in the mirror for a moment; the bulge at her crotch pronounced and so - mouth watering. And yet, it belonged to someone with no face, a mask for you to cry at and claw at in the throes of your orgasms, plastic cold on your lips when you desperately search for a kiss you knew deep down would never come. 

That was your fate, that was was awaited you when she finally caught you in the damp, in the damp, creeping up on you like she did with all her other victims; only their end would be met with a very different kind of warmth and wet. But the chase was no less terrifying, no less - paralysing with the voice that echoes through your head,

“Be careful not to run too far, don’t want those pretty feet all cut up - might slow you down and heh - where’s the fun in running down a wounded prey?” 

Wounded. Hurt. She was so mean to you, thinking you were some lost soul she had plucked from the suburbs with the promise of lust and love and something thicker than the two. That was the promise that awaited you too, rubbed into your bottom and hitching the silk of your dress, bulging so, so close to where you felt yourself dripping with need for her. A hand disappears between your thighs, sobbing at the slick you find and you almost collapse when you accidentally swipe over your hardened clit, throbbing and ready, and too neglected to even think about. 

How - how dare you even be this aroused? How stupid are you? As stupid as she tells you when she’s got you bouncing on her fingers in the back of her van that smells funny and has bottles of bleach in the footwell? Probably more so if the mere memory of that has you whimpering and half a second away from cumming in the middle of this god forsaken forest. 

♡.

She can see you from a mile away, no - smell you. You are stupid, a stupid little whore who begs so pretty and so lovely for her cock near every night. Can’t get enough of the thing, can’t get enough of her even though - even though you have no idea what she looks like, no idea what her lips taste of, what colour her eyes are, whether she still has those freckles her mom used to count before tucking her in. 

You were her prey tonight, you were her victim, her flesh to carve and maim, her blood to spill, her cunt to fuck as she pleased. And there you were, leaning against a tree with your silly little hand stuck between your silly little thighs, whimpering and moaning; a naive little doe in the eyes of a beast unnamed by humankind and feared by those of its own specie. Ymir had to give it to you, even beneath her mask she could smell your arousal, leaking into the wind and sending blood rushing to her cheeks; addictive and almost as mouth watering as the blood caked to the bottom of her converse. 

Comfy things they were, convenient, easy to chuck in the washer and forget about for an hour. Comfy, light, good enough to chase in, quiet enough to sneak up close to you, close enough to smell the perfume she makes you wear, close enough to hear the lewd clicking of your fingers swiping through your sodden cunt, close enough to whisper deep and low,

“Gotta run bunny, run while you still have legs to walk on,”

♡.

Your scream echoes around you, feet thundering as loud as your heart, blinding you almost as you tear through the trees, down valleys and up hillocks. You didn’t care for the tears and bruises on your legs, didn’t care for the rips in your nightgown and the leaves clinging to your hair; she was close, so close and you - you could barely breathe. Adrenaline shoots through you, bones cold and skin colder with the sweat clinging to your pores. Right, left, a little way upwards - there was a big tree back there you could maybe hide in, or down by the stream? - a cry leaves your throat when your foot catches on a fallen branch, knees buckling and - 

“No - no, up bunny, c’mon now,”

How is she still so close? How can you still smell the rancid stench of her clothing and see the ominous white of her mask through the dark? You’ve been running for hours, screaming with every howl and hoot and shudder in the earth, crying when the clouds part and reveal the new moon, dark and haunting and somehow ridiculing you. All this for some dick? Pathetic. Whore.

“I don’t want to play anymore!” Why are you stopping? Your body isn’t supposed to be doing this, you’re supposed to be running, scrambling, sobbing for mercy and yet - you’re slowing down with painful wheezes and gasping cries, “I don’t want to! I’m tired! I’m scared! I want to stop playing!”

Home didn’t even enter your mind, that was a foreign word to you now, strange and unfamiliar because home didn’t really exist anymore, not really, not in this blood thirsty world. You don’t stop moving, but you don’t speed up, clutching your chest and trying desperately to swallow down your fear, your saliva, your terror at the huffing and growling and beastial noises coming up behind you. 

“You - are pathetic,”

The pain comes minutes after you hit the ground, cry muffled by long, lean fingers dripping with something and nothing at the same time. An arm hitches your hips up, propping you up on your knees and gravel digs into your skin, palms tearing on brambles and the flush of blood over your knuckles makes you -

“You’re so fucking - you’re such a whore,”

Even covered in mud, out of breath, crying and snotting, bloody and bruised, and most likely concussed; you’re grinding back into her crotch and moaning like a bitch in heat. Even in the darkness, Ymir can see the slick smearing across the tight material of her jeans, sliding with the audible pulse of your cunt and she almost rolls her eyes, almost snaps and brings your neck with it but maybe, maybe that’s why she gives in so easily, maybe that’s why she lifts one leg to brace and shoves your face into the mud, maybe that’s why she flips your dress over your hips and undoes her fly - because she likes it, she likes the way you’re so desperate and so dumb for her, so stupid that you blatantly overlook the knife lying only inches from your nose and can’t hear the zip ties clattering on her belt,

“Fucking fine then - if you want it so bad, if you’re fuckin’ gagging for my cock then take it, fuckin’ take it,” 

A single slap to your clit has you keening and clawing at the dirt, thrashing and almost looking as tough you’re trying to get away from her, but she knows, she knows all this is because you’re so desperate to feel her deep and hard, just how you like it best. You scream, you arch your back, you’re positively weeping when Ymir forces the strap inside of you, thrusting down, down to where she knows you’ll drip pearly white and gush so nicely for her. 

“Should’a run bunny, should’a done what ghost face wanted - might’a gone a bit nicer on your stupid whore cunt,”

Your whole body jiggles with her thrusts, being shoved up and through the leaf litter, hands scrambling for purchase and she’s sure you loose a nail in the fight, but you’re too busy leaking down her thighs to notice the blood smearing on your cheek. 

“Nngh - f - fu -,” you’ve got a mouthful of mud and your breasts rub raw on the ground, but there’s a band in your belly and you can feel something building, feel claws down your back and latching on to the nape of your neck, pushing you further into the ground, a beast crowding over you, hard and big and dark. Pain blossoms over your spine as you are bent in half, ass so high in the air that you’re almost balancing on your tiptoes, skin tingling with the slamming of her hips into yours. Ymir spares you nothing, a fate worse than death maybe, splitting you open over and over with the girth of her cock, heavy against your cervix and bullying that soft spot over and over until she can see the sticky webs dripping from your pussy, fat lips plush against the silicon balls with every hard, hard, mean thrust. 

Yes, this is where she’s mean, this is where ghost face is horrible and terrible and as mean as can be. Hardly letting up when you scream through your orgasm, gasping for breath and on the verge of hyperventilating, legs shaking and struggling to hold yourself up against the dizzying assault on your cunt. Hardly letting up when you sob and cry out for - something, more, deeper, harder -

“Please! More! Don’t - nagh - don’t stop!” There’s nothing behind your eyes, crossing and rolling and fluttering when the wind catches just right on your clit, pulsing and angry and beating with your erratic heart, and Ymir thinks maybe this is her calling instead of terror and horror and the mask. Maybe she’s been put on this earth to bully your sensitive, needy pussy every minute of the day, maybe God looked at her soul and decided that it belonged on top of yours, inside of yours, owning yours the same way she owns your cunt, your body, your mind. 

And you don’t even know her fucking name. 

It’s a shame really, she’d much rather have you beg for her cock, Ymir’s cock rather than lashing out at whatever name comes into your tiny little brain. 

S’mean really, how Ymir threatens to choke you on her cock day in and day out, and doesn’t even have the audacity to tell you her name or show you her face. But what’s really mean, really fucking mean of her is the next time she brings home a pretty innocent church girl to set out in the woods around her cabin; you’re there too, ass up face down and taking her cock like the proper perfect whore you are and Ymir finds they scream so much louder when they can hear you cumming in spurts and sprays through the fog. 

#⚫︎.dark kitty #tw.murder #tw.blood #tw.injury #tw.gore #cw.strapon #tw.predator/prey #cw.dumbification #cw.rough sex #cw.degradation #cw.impact play #cw.choking #ymir x reader #ymir x y/n #ymir smut #ymir fic #aot smut #snk smut #attack on titan smut #aot fic #snk fic #attack on titan fic #aot x reader #snk x reader #attack on titan x reader

[honeymaki]

read daddy mina and now im thinking abt daddy maki :((( want her to fuck me so good i cry and go stupid and all i can say is daddy and try to grab her but my heads so fuzzy i can’t think and i keep losing my grip and she teases me for it :(((((

I got another ask similar to this so I put the two together:))

Warnings: strapon, daddy kink, slight degradation, dumbification, dacryphilia

daddy maki:(( loves her lil dumb baby:(( so stupid on her cock nd she's only just started fucking you. Fat nd ribbed but if she presses a button near the base? The whole thing starts vibrating and you positively howl, body slumping into the bed and hands reaching out in front of you, gripping the headboard as if somehow that'll make you feel like she's not about to fuck you mind blank:((

"Thought you wanted me to fuck you dumb baby girl? That's what you said wasn't it?" she puts on a mockery of you sobby,weepy voice, "'daddy, want it! wanna be dumb on your cock!' you've been so good honey, let daddy give you what you want,"

nd she laces her hand with one of yours over the edge of the headboard, breasts pressed against your back nd the new position lets the dildo slip deeper, downwards, rippling vibrations hitting your sweet spot perfectly. nd she curls her hips, fucking - humps into you like a rabid dog because that's the best way to make you stupid; to hardly leave your drippy cunt nd turn the vibrator up all the way, leaving you no room for any thought other than -,

"Daddy! Daddy please! So good!" you slur your words, you can hardly see, pussy flooding her cock nd weeping on to the sheets, clit pulsing nd belly tensing with every harsh thrust. her hips slap into yours, lewd and sticky, spend webbing between the two of you and you can fucking feel the bulge of her bicep beside your head, hand reaching back to grab at it nd hold on as if it’s the only thing keeping you sane, lips tracing the meat of your shoulder as you wail, "Daddy! M'gonna - daddy!"

"That's right, that's my good girl, fucking - so fucking dumb for daddy aren't you? Hardly a fucking thought in that head of yours, only daddy and her fat fucking cock, so fucking stupid - g’on then, cum for me, cum around my cock baby girl, that’s it,” ad she fucking laughs when you cum so hard your entire body shakes and jitters, cunt squeezing so hard it forces her out but god - maki just grabs her cock and slaps it against your needy little clit, wet smacks echoing through the room nd it makes you burst into stupid angry tears,

“No! Want - daddy put it back! Want - it want you - don’t stop!” 

“Awh, princess - you’re so needy for daddy aren’t you? Only want my cock? Wanna cum again? Make an even bigger fucking mess for daddy?” she flips you on to your back, shoving your legs over her shoulders and smoothing her cock against your pussy, still visibly fluttering from your orgasm. She’s so obsessed with the way your eyes cross and your mouth hangs open, breasts jiggling when she slams into you and ups the intensity of the vibrations, “That’s my good girl, want you always like this - a fuckin dumb little cockslut for me, only mine, the perfect dumb toy for daddy to fuck whenever she wants,”

#🧋.answers #it’s⇢anon #im wet at 9am shutup #I can't get over this I can't oh god #cw.daddy kink #cw.dacryphilia #cw.dumbification #cw.strapon #cw.degradation #maki x reader #maki smut #maki thirst #jjk smut #jjk thirst #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen thirst #🍡.wlw #🍡.nsfw

[honeymaki]

Ｍｏｒｅ ｔｈａｎ ａ ｆｒｉｅｎｄ

Parings: Ymir x reader x Historia

Warnings: phone sex, alcohol, drugs, friends with benefits, oral, strapon mention, threesome mention, dumbification, masturbation

Word count: 3.2k

A/N: this was for @arlerted​‘s collab on my old blog but I liked it so much nd wanted it here too<33

It wasn’t exactly - right, you know? What she was doing? What the two of you were doing? Every time your brother had his friends over for ‘boys’ night, cases of lager and beer and fancy whiskey Eren had made Zeke buy them all, smuggling baggies of cannabis in Connie’s pockets because he wore the baggiest jeans, asking you, little old you to supply them with cookies and pizza and other food stuffs because you always set things out so nicely on the trays and always made sure the jugs of water were ice cold when you trotted down into the basement. It was strange, keeping Reiner’s secret and lying to your parents when they asked why you were taking out so much recycling the morning after. 

It was their fault for going away so much, their fault for thinking the two of you wouldn’t get up to nonsense and trash the house every weekend. Reiner only trashed the basement and you - well, you only trashed your panties and the drawer where you keep all your secret toys. 

Toys that she bought you, sent you the funds and a text message telling you which size to get, that the pretty purple wand would look so hypnotising squeezed between your thighs, to send her a picture of the bullet vibe covered in your spend after trying it out. Ymir was dangerous, but she was oh so addictive in the way she demanded you lick your own fingers and play with your clit before she was due to come over, wanting you needy and compliant and heated with every step you take down the stairs. It was like she knew that the space between your thighs was warm and wet and damn near making an obscene noise all the way into the damp room, heavy with smoke and the scent of sweat, sex and beer. Music was on in the background, something bass-y and throbbing, clashing with the upbeat theme of MarioKart projected on the overly large tv on the far wall. 

Even though she was cheering Jean on in first place, Ymir didn’t miss the subtle hiccup you let out when she widens her legs on the stool and adjust her hips, raising an eyebrow when you nearly drop the tray of muffins you’d so graciously brought downstairs for them,

“Damn sweet cheeks,” Eren grips your wrist and steadies you with a grunt, eyes ruby rimmed and lips swollen, “What’s the occasion? Thought you’d gone to bed ages ago,”

You dip your head, smiling bashfully and almost - almost smugly, something Eren definitely catches and whistles at,

“I’ve got a friend over,”

The implication is there, the insinuation captures the attention of the entire room, despite half of them not actually noticing you had come downstairs. Reiner’s eyes narrow and Connie crashes his car on screen, hardly caring because only now are they taking in your state of undress. 

“Is that - ?”

“Reiss is over?” Shockingly, it’s not Reiner or Ymir who spit the words; it’s Jean and you’re not entirely sure whether his venom is from alcohol, weed or loosing so spectacularly. He pouts - Jean pouts at you - , “Since when were the two of you friends? I thought -,”

“That’s none of your business Jean, butt out of it,”

You’ve never been this outspoken in front of them before, always sweetly greeting them at the front door and coming downstairs to see if they required anything, any snacks, drinks, entertainment? But there’s something about the way Ymir’s jaw ticks and she widens her knees even more at the mere thought of you being upstairs with another girl, another girl she knew and knew very well. They all did, even Reiner, but Historia had stopped coming to the ‘boys’ nights after she felt uncomfortable with the drugs, since getting that new fancy job, she couldn’t really be around marijuana or alcohol,

“It’s just a thing, y’know? They’re really stingy about that stuff,”

So, pretty little Historia Reiss had started talking to you of all people, cornering you at the cafe down the road and pointedly asking about the book you’d been holding tight to your chest. At the time, Ymir had just been a far off thought, your big brother’s friend who wore flannels and dark jeans and stared at your thighs for too long when you asked them to turn down the music so you could sleep. There was no regret? Jealousy? Envy? when Historia kissed you outside your front door, and then suggested maybe you two could just fool around, have some fun, learn new things and new ways to please each other.

Fool around.

Fool around? Huh? Is that what you and Ymir had been doing? There was no exclusivity, not where you or Historia were concerned, just some fun, just some play time while your brother got high and laughed loudly with his friends three floors down. So - why did you feel wrong when Ymir’s eyes traced up the bareness of your legs and focussed on the hoodie sitting dangerously high on your thighs, baring ‘Reiss’ in cracked letters up the arm. 

“Didn’t think she would want to keep that,” Reiner grumbled from the sofa, sandwiched between Bertie and Eren, the three of them not really knowing what to do with the oversized limbs, “None of us did,” 

“Well, she said I could use it,” you’re unsure of how to answer him, knowing that high school for the group wasn’t entirely - straight forward but Jean grunts and resumes playing MarioKart, Connie immediately switching on and booming out a laugh, knocking into Bowser and immediately losing. 

And just like that, you’re rejected back into the shadows again, Reiner’s little sister and her oversized jumper, who brings them snacks and giggles when Eren winks at her. Ymir huffs, snatching the bong off Bertie and taking a long drag, her lips pouted and her eyes trained on you, despite Armin trying desperately to get her attention so he could have a hit. The look she gives you, the sting she holds in those dark eyes, it has you shivering and mumbling a hasty goodbye, struggling up the stairs because the dampness in your panties serves to remind you of the unfortunate situation you’re in. 

On one hand; Ymir pulls out her phone and takes a deep breath, hissing at the burn in her throat at the smoke Armin splutters out at her, typing out a message and pressing send; and Historia pounces on you as soon as you lock your bedroom door, the basement now a far off thumping and her fingers pry your thighs apart to dive between them with a ‘there we go sugar, be a good girl for me now’. 

How can you choose? How? Ymir spends so much on you, sends you videos of her fingers massaging the swell of her breast and the harsh grind over a pillow, demands you film yourself bouncing on that new dildo she’d bought you. Historia? She always sits to the side, quiet as a mouse, two fingers slow and curling against her clit, watching you pant and gasp and drench the sheets beneath you, filming yourself for someone else. She’s there to help you use those toys Ymir buys you, asking shyly if she can have a go after you’ve well and truly exhausted yourself at the instruction of your brother’s best friend, Skyping you after you send her a bashful text that Ymir’s just phoned and telling her all about the call, and what had transpired during. 

But - Ymir didn’t know. She had no idea of what was transpiring between you and Historia behind the scenes, obviously she had some inkling because of the lack of clothing and the smugness in your tone but how could she know? How could she know that as soon as she put the phone down and sent you a picture of the damp spot on her panties, you called Historia and replayed everything that had been said, that had been demanded and instructed. 

And it would happen again, and again, and again because no matter how jealous Ymir got of the little blue eyed blonde and the obvious mark on your neck she spotted later that night as she left; your phone would always light up at 3am and her voice would adopt this dark whine that never failed to send shivers down your spine. 

Historia was - she was still there, still lying at your side and playing on her phone. You had one hand fiddling with her hair and the other massaging the curve of your hip, grumbling every so often at the overly large bite mark she’d left earlier, 

“Sorry sugar, got too excited at the sight of you all fucked out for me,”

Every so often, she would turn over to show you a funny video or a picture of an outfit she thought you would look nice in, never failing to induce a funny tightness in your chest at the affection. But at the vibrating of your phone on your belly, she turns over for a very different reason, 

“Answer it,” she whispers, “Come on sugar, don’t be shy now,” her voice is high pitched and soft and so so sweet compared to the harsh grunt you’re greeted with when you slide the green icon across your phone screen, 

“Ymir -,”

“Spread your legs,” 

If Historia is surprised with how quickly you obey the demand, she doesn’t voice it, instead shuffling a little closer so she could hear the subtle gasps on the other end of the line, 

“Do you know how dumb you looked tonight? Parading around in that - that jumper? As if you don’t have three of mine already?” You can tell she has the phone propped on her chest so she has both hands free, her voice crackled and so so close, but not close enough, never close enough and it brings tears of frustration to your eyes, 

“Want you - Ymir, come back over,” your voice cracks, Historia catching a tear that slips down your cheek, mirroring the hand that slips down your stomach to your crotch, “Please - want you so bad,” 

“Prove it then, she’s right there isn’t she? Reiss? She’s right fucking next to you right?” 

You freeze, but - Historia doesn’t, daring to chuckle sweetly and wetly kiss your neck, prompting a full bodied gasp from you at the sensitivity of your skin, 

“Y-yes, she’s here but - but I want you,” There should be shame at how quickly you drop at the sound of Ymir’s voice, at saying that with Historia lying beside you, fingers still pruny from being so deep inside of you minutes before. But - all you can think of is the hand cupping your cunt and the disappointed tutting in your ear,

“Prove it for me then kitten, show her how hard you cum for me without me touching you,” Historia giggles again when you nod, swallowing down another gasp when she buries her face in your shoulder and slips her fingers beneath your tank top, ever so delicately caressing the stiff peak of your nipple, 

“O-okay,”

“God, seeing you in that stupid hoodie, the weed - god, d’you know how much I wanted to bend you over the fuckin’ coffee table and eat your perfect cunt in front of them all?” Choking back a moan, you draw one finger over your clit, sensitive and throbbing from that evening’s activities but the way Ymir’s words make you keen, the way you can feel your panties sticking to your cunt with how wet you are, it sends your eyes rolling into the back of your head and your chest pushing up into the gentle petting of Historia’s hand,

“B-but Reiner -,”

“Oh fuck Reiner, he wants some big strong man to take care of his baby sister when I know my tongue and my cock would do a much better job,” the way she spits the words has your legs closing around your hand and Historia scoffs, forcing them back open and enclosing your hand with hers, “You better be fuckin’ touching yourself kitten, tell me - tell me baby, you wanna fuck yourself for me?”

“Want you to do it!” Your cry is pitiful and loud and a reaction to the way Historia forces your soaking panties to the side and spreads your folds with your own fingers, hissing at the mess only Ymir can make with words alone, 

“No baby, you gotta do it right now, but fuck - wish I could’a just snuck upstairs while they were all griping over Mikasa, ‘nd had you sit on my face for hours, they wouldn’t miss me, fuck - wanna taste you so bad kitten, so fuckin’ bad,” she chokes at the whimpered squeal you let out, fingers stretching you and scissoring shallowly and you’re not entirely sure who they belong to but you don’t care, you don’t because Ymir keeps talking, keeps hissing down the phone when your panting is joined with another’s, “Fuck - bet you’d look so pretty like that, creaming all over my tongue, wanna taste you, wanna feel you cum on my mouth baby. Even stupid fuckin’ Reiss can watch, play with those perfect tits of yours yeah? Suck on them, get them nice and fuckin’ wet for me, I know you like it when you hurt baby, such a whore for a little pain aren’t ya? So - why don’t you bite them Reiss? Give my kitten a mark or two yeah?”

You’re not sure whether it’s fantasy or an order, but Historia yanks your top down and closes her mouth over your nipple, scraping the puffy bud with her teeth and pulling off with a lewd smacking sound. You think she grins at you, but your eyes are so heavy and you can hardly see straight, the thumb on your clit speeding up and the fingers thrusting into your cunt forcing themselves deeper, harder, faster, 

“You’re always so sensitive kitten, I can fuckin’ hear how wet you are - that sloppy pussy needs stuffing doesn’t it? Maybe next time I come round, I’ll bring my strap yeah? Wear it under my jeans ‘nd show you how hard my cock is for you, make you ride it like you do in those videos you send me, show me how much you want my cock to stuff your stupid, needy cunt,” Ymir keeps talking, barely giving you enough time to respond, but it’s not like you could what with the teeth catching on your swollen nipples and the multiple fingers fucking into your cunt, 

“Y-Ymir -,” you sound so far away, so needy, so pathetic and whiny and everything that makes both Historia and Ymir groan in unison, 

“Gonna cum for me kitten? God, listen to you, such a desperate whore for my cock and her stupid fingers, bet they’re real fuckin’ deep in you, bet she’s fucking you real hard cause that’s what you want isn’t is kitten? Want that dirty little pussy ruined don’t’cha? Why don’t you cum for the both of us? Yeah? That’s a good girl,”

Historia swallows, pulling away from your chest and panting wetly against your collar, squirming at the obscene sounds she’s pulling from your cunt, focussing solely on proving that she could fuck you just as well as Ymir, that she could ruin you just as hard as Ymir could, thrusting and curling her fingers with practised ease and a strength you’re not sure that you’ve witnessed before. Ymir’s voice drifts into an echo when you slap three fingers over your clit and lift your hips off the bed, uncaring for the damp patch you’ve left on the sheets and only wanting to get closer to Historia, to get closer to Ymir through the phone,

“M’so close - Ymir please!”

“She’s still talking? Fuck - Reiss, you’re not trying hard enough,” Ymir grunts through the phone, her voice deep and gritty and out of breath and oh god, you know she’s touching herself too, probably grinding on that pillow you know she stole from your room that one time. And you know Historia thinks that too, know she gets agitated by Ymir’s words and thrusts and third finger into you, curling harshly and drawing her mouth down to your breasts again, sucking harshly and - 

“Did you just fuckin’ spit on her?” 

The saliva is warm on your nipple and you slam your head into the pillow, arching your back lewdly and dropping the phone, 

“Fuck - Historia, fuck!” You dissolve into gasps and moans, panting like a bitch in heat with the snapping of the coil in your belly, quivering all over and unable to continue strumming your clit, throbbing with needy and your entire body screams at you. A thumb presses down, fingers crook just right and you squeal, 

“Jesus - fuck, that’s it kitten - that’s it, god fuck you sound so good,”

You don’t care for Ymir, you don’t care for Historia; all you can focus on right now is the heat zipping all over your body and the rivulets of cum streaming down the cleft of your ass, soaking the bed and Historia’s wrist. Far away, you can vaguely hear Ymir cumming too, swearing and grunting and sighing into the phone, buried between yours and Historia’s sweaty bodies, 

“Alright sugar?” 

A pair of lips trace your hair line and you swallow down air, opening your eyes and gazing around as if waking up from a deep sleep, gasping and still throbbing with the aftershocks, 

“Talk to us kitten,”

“I got her Ymir, it’s okay,” there’s no competition this time, no jealousy from either of them as they converse quietly, “Yeah, I’ll make sure she gets a drink, no she’s never cum that hard for me shut up, she came for the both of us - alright, yeah I’ll suggest it,” she looks over at you, fisting the comforter with shaking fists and licking your lips, unable to properly move, “I’ll take care of her I promise, I’ll send you a picture when I get her cleaned up,”

Vaguely, you notice Historia put your phone on charge and turn on your fairy lights, disappearing for a moment and leaving you to bask in - whatever the hell just happened. Words, fingers, teeth, spit; the both of them, Historia and Ymir, god they both - 

“Here sugar, I know you had lots earlier but have some more okay?” A water bottle is pressed into your hands and Historia helps you sit up, “Tired baby? I know, it’s okay, we can shower tomorrow if you want,”

You nod, lightly, head feeling as thought it might roll off your shoulders and she coos at you when you manage a few sips of water, massaging the fat of your thigh and kissing your wrist when she takes the bottle from you, 

“Ymir - wanted to know if you would like maybe to meet up,” Historia chose her words carefully, curling around you and kissing the side of your head, “I know we’re not exclusive, and neither are you and Ymir but - maybe,”

“That - I think that might be nice,” your voice is croaky and gritty and you dissolve into embarrassed giggles, “As long as you two don’t get jealous of each other, I don’t - I don’t like it when you’re jealous,”

“Sugar,” Historia cups your jaw, a little harder than you were expecting and draws your face close to hers, “Use being jealous is what got you into this mess in the first place, and from what I saw; you enjoyed it much more than you’re letting on, I thought Ymir told you not to be shy hm?” Your entire body heats up, legs tangling with hers and you pout, unable to form proper words, “There’s a new coffee shop in her neighbourhood, says some short guy runs it and Eren knows him, we’ll go there tomorrow okay? And sort out what’s going to happen,”

Yeah, sort it out. 

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[honeymaki]

bein’ maki’s bimbo gf :( she’s so condescendingly sweet n teases you when ur fucked out nd creaming ‘round her cock :( she’s so strong too! loves fucking you from behind so she can pull you up by the throat nd fuck u even deeper <3 hhh wanna be her bimbo princess so bad

Maki would love having a bimbo gf:(( all she wants is to be in control nd what better way than fucking cute little brainless you💕 teaching you all the ways to make you see white when you cum nd feeling accomplished when you call her one night in tears because nothing feels as good as you maki, can’t do it on my own, wanna cum so bad but I need you t’do it:(( maki sitting on your face nd laughing when you’re squirming you’re hips so bad so she presses the hitachi wand to your clit and you cum in sprays nd it makes her cum too because fuck you’re so stupid all you can think about is cumming - but then neither of you move because the only thing on your silly empty mind is her cunt and your throbbing needy clit nd how good maki tastes nd you’re just so eager to make her cum again cause then maybe she’ll let you cum too:((

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