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honeymaki · 2 years

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viking izu 🥺

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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honeymaki · 2 years

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thinking about mikasa taking her anger out on you after a fight with annie 🥺 her being all mean and calling you all sorts of names as she’s fucking you with her strap but after you’re done she calls you her good girl and is so proud of you for taking her cock so well 🥺💕

Warnings: rough sex, strapon, use of petnames (baby, princess, love), implied fem reader, crying, praise, mentions of injuries and blood, ever so slight implications of dubcon but prior consent given.

Notes: please read my rules, I don’t like to write or read degradation in any form thank you 💕

This is such a 🥺🥺 so what if she just - is so angry, so flushed and puffy lipped and hard handed with how she mandhandles you on to your back, thighs up by your ears, dick hitting so deep and so hard. Her big hands still taped and bandaged from the fight, bruises littering the knuckles visible through the tape, one of her nails purple where it’s digging into the fat of the back of your thighs, keeping you rooted, holding you down, tummy folded and jiggling with every downward swing of her hips.

“Take it - nngh - take it fuckin’ -,” sweat drips between her breasts, strands of her black hair sticking to her forehead with effort, eyes squeezed shut and the little cut on her lip is all you can focus on. Between that, the heavy brush of her tits over yours, the yellowing bruise on her jaw and the nasty fuck of her cock stirring your insides,

“S-slow Mika please,” you’re halfway to sobbing, lip wobbling, fingers grappling at her ass to pull her closer or push her away, head tossing into the sheets and pillows tossed around you. She hoists a leg, adjusts her arms so they're fisting the sheets, doubling down over you, knees cradling her shoulders that bulge and strain with every mean nasty thrust.

“Nnghnot gonna - won’t stop, I can’t - I know you don’t want me to,” Mikasa pants above you, eyes fluttering shut when the strap pinches her clit and slips and slides when she - “Right there, feels so good - can’t stop you just gotta fuckin’ take it,” it’s like she’s not even talking to you, jaw clicked and neck straining, that lickable tendon still baring the bruises of her fight with Annie. The practise fight with Annie, the silly little wager Eren suggested, the stupid playful fight where Annie got too serious and too boisterous when you were mentioned.

“So fuckin - ,” she punctuates an explosion of anger with a particularly harsh thrust, grinding and kissing so so deep, “Wish she could see you now, see how good you take it, how good you are - look at you baby,” her eyes squint open to look down at you, rolling back when all she can see is you, teary eyed, mouth open, throat bared and ripe for her to sink her teeth into. Maybe - maybe she should take a picture, show Annie what she can reduce you down to, how good you are for her - that she does in fact have someone to fuck, someone that loves her and lets her do whatever she wants, whatever she needs...

“Love you, love you nd this pussy - fuck, s’good baby,” she’s slurring, hardly moving her lips, catching then between her teeth when your whines grow louder, legs kicking out against the brute strength that keeps you in place. Tears explode from your eyes, mouth open and yelping with every hit to your cervix, every bash to your clit, every upward grind to your sweet spot. Little uh uh uh’s into her neck as she strains above you, lashes fluttering and body moving with every thrust into you.

The pace changes suddenly with a hand cupping the top of your head; changes when you shudder and shake and quiver all wet and drippy over her thighs, changes when you whimper her name and push at her clenching stomach, changes when you shakily pucker your lips in an ask for a kiss. Slow, long and strong, licking into your mouth and drinking your eager mewls despite how much you’re shaking and squirming beneath her. Mikasa noses at your cheek, huffing into your ear, groaning,

“S’good for me baby, beautiful aren’t you?” breathy but still with an edge, “Perfect little pussy, perfect little princess - hah,” she trembles into you, pinching just right, grinding at the perfect, collapsing against you with a sigh.

“So good baby, fuck - lettin me do what I want, letting me - fuck,” gasping, breathless Mikasa feels you twitch when she hitches her hips, another little orgasm shocking through your body when the rough fabric of the strapon catches on your swollen, slippery clit,

“Careful, careful love, I got you” she’s still inside of you, still all up in your tummy and she - doesn’t seem to want to move, “gonna stay right here kay? Right here,” fingers split around where you’re stretched around her cock, sending shivers down your spine and gasps to spill from your lips,

“Mika - I - ?” You’re still out of breath, squirming under her and managing to disconnect your hips with a filthy wet squelch, dildo smearing up against your thigh and tummy, “please - please can you put my legs down? I can’t feel them,”

Slicking her sticky forehead over your chest, Mikasa grumbles as she lets your legs flop down on to the mattress, still refusing to move from caging your body beneath hers,

“S’stupid,” lips peck your skin, brushing over your tits and down your belly, “she’s stupid,”

“Next time, next time just like - punch her maybe?” you moan when her calloused hands start massaging the tight muscles in your thigh, “And maybe - uhhh - maybe I can - huhhh,” you petter off, eyes fluttering shut when Mikasa slinks from the bed and replaces her body with a blanket, slipping off the strapon and tossing it into the bathroom with a huff,

“Don’t worry about that right now,” returning to your side, still naked, still sticky and a little shaky, but holding a bottle of juice and one of the cookies Armin made the other day, “you did good, considering -,”

“S’okay, I liked it yknow?” You turn on to your side, gazing at your girlfriend lazily, “unhinged, maybe you should loose more fights but only the practise ones cause I like it when you win,” Mikasa smiles at you, fondly, as lazy as your little slurs and grumbles,

“You just like the victory sex don’t you?”

“Maybe win again, nd I can figure that out,”

#🧋.answers #🍡.wlw #🍡.nsfw #tw.dubcon #tw.blood #tw.injury #cw.strapon #cw.praise #cw.dacryphilia #cw.rough sex #cw.fem reader #mikasa x reader #Mikasa smut #aot smut #snk smut

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honeymaki · 2 years

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honey honey honey soft dom izuku makin’ you feel all pretty on the tough nights :( kisses your jaw ‘n says he’s gotta take his time w you ‘cause you’re a lady 🥺🫶🏽

Wails:(((

Warnings: fem reader (princess, lady), slight body description (fat, plush), breast worship, dry humping

Izuku softly commanding you to text him throughout the day no matter what you’re doing, with the truth as to how you feel cause he knows you have bad days sometimes:( asking you with a firm mouth but soft eyes to always let him know if you’re struggling nd what he can do to help, even if he’s working or away even; he wants to help, you’re his lady, his baby, his world. You don’t always feel ashamed to do it, not on the days you’re working or out or have a reason to feel bad, but on the days you’re off? Slouched around at home, while Izuku is out saving things and people and lives and everything in between? It’s hard to pick up the phone and send a little sad face, when all you’ve done is a little bit of washing up and brushed your teeth.

Those days; Izuku takes extra special care of you. He sweeps his way through your home, comes straight over to you, asks if you would like a kiss and a hug and practically engulfs you if you say yes. He’s consuming in a soft way, cradling your face and licking your bottom lip, eyes drawn tight and closed, lashes fluttering against your cheeks. He swallows your noises, the whines and whimpers and desperate squeaks, fists closed against his chest and holding him as close as you could.

“Pretty baby, it’s okay, I’ve got you,” Izuku is so soft, so warm, encasing you on the sofa where you haven’t really moved. You know he won’t stop his kisses for a long while, won’t let up in kissing you so thoroughly there’s no thought left in you head. Nibbles and kitten licks while he ducks down with a twist of his head, shoulders bulging above you, playful enough to put a smile on your face and rack you with giggles,

“That’s my beautiful princess, there she is, you’re so pretty when you smile,”

Coming from him? You believe it, especially when he smiles back and turns his attention to your neck, your collar, the swell of your breast threatening the material of your top. He’s thorough still, not leaving an inch of your skin unkissed and unloved, and you let yourself fall into his embrace. Head buried in your neck, arms either side of your shoulders, keeping him just above you so his hips - god his hips could swish and press into yours. Izuku is slow, he’s a smart man, he knows he needs to give you everything but not all at once; so the slow press of his pelvis against yours is just enough to have you mewling.

“You’re so soft, all the time, so soft - could just -,” he punctuates his words with a blunt bite to the meat of your shoulder, “god, you’re wonderful - so perfect. Gotta take it slow with you, gotta remind you how much you’re worth, how amazing you are, how beautiful you are,” wet lips travel to your chest, moving stretched fabric and hardly caring for your lack of bra.

“You did your best today, you did so good baby,” Izuku rewards you with a kiss to your nipple, both breasts pulled from your top and perked in his hands. “M’so proud of you, so proud baby, you did so well,”

And you believe him. Again. Izuku never lies, never butters a subject and his tongue swirls around your nipple, teeth dragging it into his mouth hard enough to send buzzes down your belly. You arch into him, chasing his mouth, growing desperate although knowing he plans to spend a good deal of the night doing this.

“Fuck -,” he’s drowning in you, all you can see is his fluffy, unruly hair burrowed against your chest, swallowing the fat of your tits, playing so joyfully but so seriously with them. Squeezing and pulling, massaging, squeezing, biting. It’s been hours, minutes? Seconds? He’s good at that, making you forget time and everything else inside your head, focuses you on his mouth and fingers and cock. His hips never quicken or harden their advance, simply content on pacifying you with the promise of the thick line of his cock, nestled tightly against you and jumping with every flex of his hips. You come first, you always do; if he has to spend the entire night flushed, red and seconds from cumming at the sight of you, then so be it. You have enough flesh, fat and plush to keep him more than happy for a long while. And the noises of happiness chirping from you, mews and whispers of his name keeps him swollen in the chest and grinning at you, proud of you, happy for you. Izuku will cook you food after, buy you your favourite drink, put on your favourite show even if it’s a cartoon or you’ve seen it a dozen times. He’ll serve you, give you anything you need and anything he thinks you need - starting with deft, thick fingers dipping into your shorts. He’s met with a yelp and a sigh, and -

“That’s my perfect baby, you let me take care of you ‘kay? I got you honey, I got you I promise - you’re my pretty princess, look at you; I gotta take care of my pretty princess,”

#🧋.answers #sniffles at u kicks feet wiggles butt:(((#ur my gf I love u:((#🍡.nsfw #🍡.het #cw.fem reader #cw.breast worship #cw.size exclusive #cw.dry humping #izuku x reader #bnha smut #mha smut #deku x reader #izuku smut

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honeymaki · 2 years

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Hange loves it the most when you’re sleepy, on the verge of falling asleep so it’s easy enough for them to slip a hand up to your tit and roll your clit with the calloused pads of their fingers. Smiling into the side of your neck when you’re too tired to moan so all you do is whimper and squirm as they spread you apart and gather your slick for more slip, more mess, more sweetness only their precious sleepy princess can give them,

“That’s a good girl, shhh - let me have this one and then you can sleep,” you shudder as the circles grow ever so slightly harsher, not faster cause Hange doesn’t want her beautiful baby to wake up and get restless, “c’mon - it’s okay I got you princess, I got you,”

Hange adores it when your body relaxes in their grip, succumbing to your orgasm and shivering all over, allowing them to play and pinch and massage however they want while you mumble and hum yourself to sleep<33

#hange🥺🥺#wan daddy hange🥺#so sleeby #but also wan rough long fingers between my legs pls #🍡.wlw #🍡.nsfw #tw.somnophilia #cw.fingering #hange x reader #hange smut #aot smut #snk smut #cw.fem reader

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honeymaki · 3 years

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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 · 2 years

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just wan annie to ignore all my cries as she tops me

Annie is so very good at ignoring you, only in the way that counts. If you sob in a different tone or smack her ear; she moves off immediately and changes into something soft, something warm, something firm for you to anchor to.

But when you whimper and weep? When your legs slam closed round her hand and your hips squirm up, up and away from her; Annie smirks and goes harder, faster, fingers a blur inside of you and thumb swiping mean and merciless over your clit.

“Annie! Please - no more! Cant - too sensitive - aah!” You’re practically thrashing as she bullies her fingers against your fleshy walls, curling and a thread away from ramming deeper, meaner, crueler. And Annie just pouts at you, looking over your body glistening with sweat and baring the marks of her continuous need to keep you tethered as hers. And she brings her other hand to the apex of your thighs, two fingers turning to three over your clit and starting a furious rhythm that has you nearly howling, body curling and cunt frothing with an orgasm lost into the next. You’re loosing you’re mind, sobbing for her, begging her to let up, give you a break because the next one feels big, feels heavy, feels -

“Gonn - cum - Annie!” Squealing, spitting her name from your lips as your body heats up and snaps, hips jolting and jerking in time with the thrusting of her fingers that feels more suited to the ferocity of a cock. That something hanging low against her pelvis, brushing your thighs when you squirm and kick out, waiting to sink deep and hard and mean into the cunt that creams and positively gushes around her fingers.

“That’s my good girl, my beautiful girl! That’s it! Give it to me!” She keeps going, slowing only because your pussy clenches so hard, so tight that she can barely move but your clit screams with the continued assault of her fingers. Screams with the beating and thudding of your heart, loud in your ears and blocking the harsh cries and breathy gasps tearing from your throat. It takes minutes for you to calm down, hips rolling and legs quaking, tummy clenching and quivering as you come down, moaning her name and crying pitifully when a weight drops between your legs,

“One more honey, then you can sleep, I promise - just one more big one like that and I’ll let you rest - but make sure you’re creaming over my cock this time, and make it a fuckin’ messy one this time,”

#🧋.answers #🍡.wlw #🍡.nsfw #cw.fingering #cw.strapon #cw.fem reader #annie x reader #annie smut #snk smut #aot smut #attack on titan smut

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honeymaki · 2 years

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kitty !! the way you write hanjiii !!! <333 i want them to ruin me, be a little mean but let me cvm on their fingers after whining just enough.

theyve got me panting into their mouth, just barely biting their bottom lip while they roll my clit,, makin me see stars and a slice of heaven for a second before taking their hand away and pressing them on my tongue instead, tells me the best is to come to those who wait ))):

Hange has hearts in their eyes when you grab the hand that was just shoved down your panties and lick all sloppy nd wet over their fingers,

“Want them inside! Please!” You’re so needy and so whiny that Hange can only laugh all mean and mocking, pressing their fingers harder on to your tongue so drool leaks down your chin and tears leak from your eyes,

“I don’t know if an impatient spoiled little princess deserves these in her pussy,” they try so hard to be harsh and degrading but you’re bucking your hips into thin air and all but humping your own panties in search of stimulation, “you want them so bad? Yeah baby? Want my fingers touching you inside?”

They swallow your whimpered ‘yes’ with their lips and drag your clit through two pinched fingers, swollen and throbbing and leading to your hole that swallows them just as well. You squeal and gasp and hitch your hips, forehead pressed to theirs and mouths barely an inch apart,

“Go on then, if you - fuck -,” Hange steals a kiss, panting just as hard as you, sweat causing hair to cling to their forehead and an arm wraps round your waist to pull you closer, “if you want it so bad, ride them, fuck your self on my fingers and show me how much of a needy whore my perfect princess is,”

#🧋.answers #fank yew:(((#🍡.wlw #🍡.nsfw #hange seems the type to be kindly degrading?#cw.fingering #cw.fem reader #tw.degradation #hange x reader #hange smut #aot smut #snk smut

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honeymaki · 3 years

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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:((

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honeymaki · 3 years

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I can only imagine nobara making you sit on her face and having you wear thigh highs doing so. she would purposely grip onto your thighs so you don’t escape

Warnings: face sitting, chubby reader, pet play

nobara loves kissing and nipping the little pudgy fat that the socks squeeze at the top of your thighs:(( drags you down harder on to her face and growls, she growls for you to hold on to the headboard cause all she wants is for you to grind down on her tongue and lips, smear your slick and cum over the bottom half of her face.

“So pretty puppy,” her words vibrate through you, feeling them rather than hearing them and they almost make you collapse, mouth opening and eyes heavy as you look down at her in a reflection of your own pleasure, “Keep going, keep going,”

she’s babbling, you both know it but so are you, only you’re wordless and hardly making sense with the mewls and whimpers she tears from your throat with every devilish flick and lathe of her tongue. sometimes she’s rough, circling her entire face into your puffy cunt with lewd slurps and sprays of your slick; and sometimes she’s slow, achingly hard with precise sealings of her lips around your clit when she knows you’re close to cumming. but her fingers are always secured tightly around the tops of your thighs, hardly caring for the damp patch soaking her own underwear, simply focusing on the soft thin skin of your upper legs and how they curve to your hips and down to your cunt. the socks contrast so prettily against your skin, a colour she picked out and presented to you in the hopes of maybe seeing you prance about the apartment in an over sized t-shirt like she’d seen in the movies.

but then you’d shyly emerged from the bedroom wearing only those socks, and the skittish look in your eye and the way you huffed when one of them started to roll down had Nobara leaping from the sofa with flushed cheeks and wet lips.

lips that opened over your pussy and smacked at your soaked folds, tongue prodding deep and flattening over your clit, throbbing against her taste buds.

“cum for me puppy, come on, that’s a good girl,” she moves away for a second to say those words, replacing her tongue with two fingers, curling up and forward, thrusting hard and fast and in that sharp way you crave every night when she’s away. there’s no holding back the frantic grind and bounce of your hips, clit catching on her pointed nose and slamming your hand down above her head in an attempt to gain some traction to chase your orgasm. it’s within reach, seconds way, tightening in your belly and making your thighs shake around her head, squeezing and trembling with every mean twist of her fingers.

“There, there! ‘bara please! wanna - right there!”

you cum with the bite of her nails into your thigh and the howl that leaves you in nothing less than pornographic, shaking and clenching and fluttering with every wave she draws out of you. god, it must be minutes before you calm down, slow your grinding and allow your girlfriend to breathe and hear properly, unclenching your thighs and huffing out a giggle at the funny lines imprinted at the sides of her face. but - she’s not laughing with you. Nobara looks - she still looks as hungry as she did when you shyly crawled up her torso fifteen minutes ago.

hungry for you, and your thighs clad in those pretty pretty stockings clasped around her head, tightening her grip on your legs and craning her neck, eyes focused on the fluttering and pulsing of your cunt.

“Do it again puppy - this time, make it messy for me,”

#🧋.answers #it’s⇢anon #this took so so so long omfg #oh well #cw.face sitting #cw.fem reader #cw.oral #cw.size exclusive #❥.chubby reader hours #🍡.wlw #🍡.nsfw #nobara x reader #nobara smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #nobara thirst #jujutsu kaisen thirst #jjk thirsts

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