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prttykittes · 4 months

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Merry Christmas, kitty!!! :333

Can I request Childe fucking you with his fingers and making you cum while his precious slibings one their presents!! :33

Can I be - 🎮 anon?

I think I know who this is….(someone that I know irl who kept talking about that emoji and who knows my account and who jokingly calls me Kitty irl..)mmhhhh, keeping my eye on u/j

CW. Public sex(he fucks you in the living), I forgot terms of sexy stuff, You are covered by a blanket, Christmas themes, Childe and reader are married and around the same age(20’s), grammar mistakes???

Notes: You just wanted to have fun opening presents, not Childe opening your hole -3-

You watch as his siblings open their gifts by the big man with the white beard! They all had a big smile on their faces, seeing gifts that they had wanted! Childe turns to you, he loves your warm and soft smile. You wanted to open gifts as well, you felt his fingers brush your ring. The ring that he brought you, the ring that makes you guys together forever! He bounces you on his leg, he doesn't say anything so you only hear his breathing, his siblings smile and laugh at the gifts. Your lap is covered by a blanket to protect you from the cold weather, Childe spreads your legs open, you ignore his actions as you dreamt of opening gifts like you did as a child! His fingers prod at your pants, his hand going into your pants, his fingers prod at your underwear. You gasp and you glare at him, he just gives you a smile. His two digits prod at your underwear, he digs his fingers in before he pulls it out, it makes a slap noise. Teucer pops up at the slap noise and looks at you in confusion. You explain that you slapped your thigh because you felt something moving on it. Teucer smiles and continues opening gifts, Ajax blows in your ear. You jump slightly and you make a face. “Stop” you whisper to him, he chuckles and you bite your lip. You try your best to muffle your moaning, your hips stutter as his fingers prod at your hole, he slips his index finger in, you let out a muffled moan. He soon slips his middle finger in, he twirls his fingers inside of you, he takes it out and slips his ring finger in, you can the ring touching your skin as he fingers your hole. Your legs tremble as it closes, you gasp and close your eyes. You let out multiple moans, your legs kick slightly, your body leaning towards him. Ajax kisses your ear as he rubs your hip with his other hand, he coos in your ear. His fingers never stop working on you, he moves his other hand to your sex, he rubs it. He flicks it, it makes your mind go hazy. You smile and say “that's great!” To his siblings, your face turned darker as you felt yourself getting wet and hot, why did he have to do this to you?! This continues until some moments later, your hips stutter as he goes faster. You can hear wet sounds, it's embarrassing and you hope that none else can hear that! He coos at you still, playing with your clothing, he plays with your hair, he bounces you on his leg, he plays with your hips. You mewl softly and quietly, you dead stop as you let out a loud muffled moan. You feel yourself coming undone, your legs close as you breath heavily and wait with him until everyone leaves so he can continue playing with his toy!

#kittytail #kittymilk #kittypussy #x reader #x reader smut #gender neutral reader #childe x reader #childe smut #childe x reader smut #ajax x reader #ajax smut #ajax x reader smut #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #cw.finger fucking #reader and childe are married and aroudn same age #i know this u. yeha i do not really know but i hvae a good idea on who #i have to this in docs google cuz it wint let me edit my drafts so..m

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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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jthebeauty · 3 years

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i could eventually make a somewhat proper post on this since not many content creators are aware, but:

after you’ve posted a thirst/drabble/fic/art piece AND you’ve used cw/tws in the hashtags, double check immediately after to ensure your post is showing up in the tags.

you can do this by simply searching up a “____ x reader” or “____ smut” tag you used in your post. once you’ve hit the search button, i personally recommend checking for your content under the “tagged” section instead of the “recent” section (once again just my preference).

if the post is not showing up & there aren’t any existing issues with your blog, then it’s most likely a tw/cw tag you used that’s hiding your post from searches. words such as (just to name A FEW): creampie, oral, cunnilingus, spanking, bondage, anal are automatically ‘blacklisted’ by tumblr & will hide your post if used in the following ways (see images below):

i am using the word “fingering” as an example. please note that the same thing will happen if you use fingering cw, cw fingering, cw: fingering, or if you just simply tag fingering.

^ if you are receiving this kind of feedback from tumblr for every category (i.e. top, recent, etc…), that is the hashtag that is preventing your post from showing up in the tags.

if you are to use instead: tw.fingering or cw.fingering, then you will show up in tags (due to the period between the words tw & fingering). however, the same will not happen if you use: fingering.tw or fingering.cw.

if the post is still not showing up & it’s not due to a tw/cw tag, then ensure that you didn’t tag your content with: nsfw, 18+, 18 plus. if you want to specify in the tags that your content is nsfw, i’d recommend using: not sfw or ns4w.

if you ever post something & the amount of interactions isn’t where you thought it’d be, or you think something is up with your tags (& you can’t seem to find it), reach out to your girl— i’d be more than happy to take a look (18+ content creators only). ❤️

please note that this post was not made to tell you how to tag your content. rather, it’s a post for awareness in case you sense something odd with your interactions.

#tips & tricks. 🔧#reblog if you want

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honeymaki · 2 years

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Listen………pretty girls who act masc. it’s still on the brain. Maki with the packer, Sasha who manspreads. Momo who squeezes behind you and cants her hips to press her crotch against your ass. Maybe it’s not a bulge but you’ll still feel it gAWHd.

Warnings: packing, strapon, oral (f→toy), slight body description, throat fucking, fingering, breast worship, mommy kink, thigh riding.

MAKI

who takes you on dates in those tight jeans, a little baggy round the crotch but you know what's hiding there, what she subtly squeezes in the darkness of the booth while you're sat plastered to her side, sipping a beer or a cocktail, listening half heartedly to what Mai is saying. You can feel her tense, feel her smirk and reach down, hand drifting up your skirt and tracing over the pudge of your thighs, daring you to look down and see her dance over to her own thighs, then her crotch and then what's at her crotch. She can feel the heat bursting over your cheeks, the way you stutter and fidget and suddenly need to find the toilets because "m not feeling too good guys, i'm sorry, be right back,"

and Maki follows, as the perfect caring girlfriend who's packing heavy silicon in her trousers that she stuffs down your throat the second she locks the door behind you. Unbuttoned, zip tugged down, shaft and matching balls hanging out, and frothy with your saliva, thrusting to the back of your throat with every pitched moan. Hand cupping the back of your head, guiding you up and down, up and down, "Use you're tongue too angel, you know I love it,". God she wishes she could feel it, feel the way you're lathing her cock with kisses and swallowing so tightly and so thickly around it.

SASHA

has some of the fattest, thickest thighs you've ever seen and the way she spreads them, even unconsciously stirs something deep in your gut. It's even better thought, when she man spreads while you're on top, wearing her little rugby shorts that are too tight over the fat of her pussy and cut deep into her muscled thighs. Knees parted, hips pitched in just the right way so that you're spread as much as her, tendons screaming and body struggling to buck into her teasing. Sasha has one hand over your hip, snaking round behind you, spreading your ass more than it already is, dipping into your parted folds and hissing, "You got some nerve spreading yourself like that," even though she's the one spreading you out nice and wide, nice and open.

She can stay like this all day, spread and locking you open, fingers deep in your fluttering hole and knuckles knocking hard against your clit that is exposed no matter how much you squirm and writhe. Sure, you're perched a little higher than her, on your knees and whimpering into the crown of her head, but Sasha loves it, adores this position cause not only are you spread out and immobile for her to play with; her face is also mashed into your tits and there's no place she'd rather be than biting and sucking and nuzzling your engorged flesh.

MOMO

she's so cheeky, in a graceful way? It's your fifth date, the first time you were sleeping over, and only the second time you two had touched intimately. Sure, the night went uneventfully, a few heavy kisses on the sofa with some even heavier petting, Momo rolling you against her thigh and swallowing your desperate little whines with every throb of your clit. But - nothing else happened really, you two said goodnight, kisses again, you touched her tit with a muted, sleepy 'm-mommy please' and parted ways. Easy.

Except for the next morning, when you had the audacity to enter the kitchen wearing dusty blue panties and a top with her face on it, some half assed hero merchandise you must have found in the guest room drawer. And god - the way it hangs on your body, clinging and swaying and crinkling, and the way you yawn sleepily? accept her offered glass of orange juice and ask what she wanted for breakfast? as if - as if she hadn't been up all night thinking about the way your lips formed the word that plagued her dreams of you? "W-waffles? There's a press in the cupboard, I'll get it," because she's so much taller than you, and it means she has to squeeze past, grab your hips, run her nose along your exposed shoulder and - grind her crotch into your ass. It's quick, it's dirty, filthy almost, but you squeal and gasp and fall forward against the counter, shaken when Momo moves away, gathering ingredients, grinning to herself when you shakily ask "w-what? what was that?" - she's gonna have to show you now huh? show you what mommy does when her little angel looks so enticing?

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honeymaki · 2 years

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Warnings: size/body exclusive (descriptions of fat pussy, belly, thighs), body hair description, pussy job, strapon, fem!reader (no explicit pronouns).

Characters: au!Sasha x fem!reader

A/N: very self indulgent, for those with fat pussies

You know Sasha inadvertently spends all day teasing you with ice cream dripping down her fingers and licking it off, or wearing those tight gym shorts that show off her powerful thighs, or idly playing with your tit while you two lounge on the couch after breakfast. And when you finally look at her with a quirked eyebrow and a crooked finger, she’s all over you claiming it was her plan all along to have you creaming your panties and slicking down your leg. But what really gets her, what really stops her in her tracks between your thighs with a cocky grin akin to something a vampire wears upon seeing a meal; is that when she peels your panties over your hips, there is an audible schk from just how wet she’s made you,

“This all fr-from me? For me?” Sasha gets giddy, gets childish, rubbing the gusset of your soiled knickers and marvelling at the marbling of your arousal while you lay before her heated and grumbling in embarrassment, whining for her to do something about it.

But she doesn’t - well, not really, she reclines on her stomach, nose inches from your mounded mons and she breathes in your heady scent, several times, too many times. Then, well first she swallows the drool threatening to fall from her mouth and then she takes two fingers, thin but muscular and long, the middle baring a plain silver band; and she starts at your pubis, the hood of your clit trembling in anticipation. Sasha carefully, slowly, meticulously slides her fingers down over your pussy, hard enough to spread the fat, puffy folds and the noise you make, the sound that squelches from your cunt is scandalous, it’s loud and lewd and crude and it makes Sasha’s eyes roll into the back of her head, moaning when she presses her fingers back up the curve of your cunt.

“S’your mess Sasha,” you’re hiding behind your hands, knees knocking together when she pulls away and taps her fingers together, witnessing the strings of slick and drool clinging, stretching between her digits before breaking oh so dramatically. She does it again, with the same fingers, slowly parting the lips of your cunt and groaning at the slick squelch, eyes following each ribbon of arousal, every pearl of translucent cum calling for her to - to -

“Wait here doll, just wait - I gotta - don’t move,” she disappears from the bed, from you, from your pussy, clattering about the room and you’re too embarrassed to move, to see what she’s doing because even breathing causes little drippy sounds from between your legs. You can feel it, smeared on your thighs, painted on the outer folds of your pussy and even - oh god is it dripping down to your ass?

“I wanna try this,” rough hands spreading over your thighs causes you to squeal in surprise, jumping further into her grip, eyes opening wide with shock at the touch. Something hits you, hard and cold and wet between your legs and your chest deflates with the recognition, ridges sending chills down your spine and -

“Hear that?” Sasha fiddles with the strapping over her hips, untwisting where it got caught in her desperate attempt to put it on in less than thirty seconds. She’s not even got her leg in the proper hole, but you realise that she...doesn’t really care; you can see her eyes zeroing in on the curved silicon laying over your belly and you can hear the gears turn in her head dictating the way her hips pitch just so - in that perfect angle that has the dildo audibly flicking over your clit, “Listen baby, listen to you,”

“I am Sash - it’s -,”

“A smash hit? The next Christmas number one?” she hitches your thigh higher over her hip and grips your soft flesh a little harder than she probably intended, but it causes you to whimper and rut your pelvis into hers. And the sound, the slchk your pussy makes as her cock curves through your puffy folds is enough to send you both down a very dangerous, very messy rabbit hole. You can’t even reprimand her for trying to be funny or witty when she has a dick slicing over your clit and catching on your hole oh so enticingly,

“Fuck - listen t’you, look at ya,” you’ve got your hands over her tits, trying to feel the swell from under her sports bra and she’s still fucking her cock against the length of your sex. Sasha threads her fingers down between the two of you, slipping and sliding through the thatch of curls over your clit and pressing down clumsily so with every pass of her cockhead catching harder and harder. You yelp, neck craning, eyes squeezing closed at the near painful shocks zipping over the swell of your belly, quivering with every measured and surprisingly precise thrusts she delivers against you.

More. Sasha pulls away for a moment and taps the head of her cock against your cunt, strings of slick connecting the two and producing disgusting noises probably loud enough to wake her roommates. More. You’re so close, even without penetration, Sasha knows how to work her hips and it’s a bit of a strange angle, especially with how wet you are but looking up at her, gazing up through your eyelashes at how she’s staring hard and desperately at your pussy licking the underside of her cock - it’s enough to have you toeing the edge. Sasha’s got her hands iron over your hips, fat squeezing through the gaps of her fingers, the thick ring probably leaving an indent in your skin and she’s got you hitched just so, just at the right height so she’s thrusting up, rolling her cock through the puffy, soaked folds of your cunt, hitting your clit every. single. time. Hair sticks to her forehead and the side of her face, sweat shining over her nose and you can trace the red spatter of flush over her collar and chest, disappearing into the strapping of her bra. She’s so -

“Sasha, m’gonna cum, close - I’m close,” you’re whining before you can stop yourself, rolling your hips in tandem with hers, knees caging her waist and you can see her choke on her breath, panting hard and the wet sounds between your legs. It’s coated, you both are; pussy spilling creamy and sticky over her cock and smearing thick down her thighs and belly. Her thumb pulls the hood of your clit back, the soft fat of your mons parting and cushioning the mean, hard digit and it’s enough to send you over, head digging back into the pillows with a howl.

And she doesn’t stop. Sasha keeps going, keeps rutting her cock through the flush of your orgasm, the sounds of it loud and awful, smacking and squelching with a horrible schk schk schk that only grows in crescendo thanks to your partner’s sudden fascination with how fucking loud you are,

“Can’t wait to do this again, can’t wait to make you all needy again - maybe I'll make you wait a whole week! No - wait - that’s too long,” she’s still fucking up against you, cock so slippery and so thick with translucent cum that it veers under your ass a few too many times, “Can’t believe you didn’t say anything earlier dolly, s’like you maybe liked being all messy and wet all day huh?”

“Shut up,” you’re still coming down, you’re still twitching and sweating, belly quivering and thighs trembling with every sticky pap against your clit, and already - with her continued jerking of her hips - you can feel yourself climbing again. Moaning, you attempt to push Sasha away, hand hard against her firm stomach and she doesn’t seem to want to move, slowing but not stopping, loosening her hold but never letting go,

“Admit it,” Sasha leans over you, knees and thighs hoisting yours up by her arm pits and there's an audible ripple from your cunt, “You loved feeling dirty, being a filthy little thing all cause you wanted me - I wasn’t even doing anything doll, you’re the pervert here,”

In this position, she’s inches away, nose touching yours and lips tracing your own. But it’s the way your pussy curves against the girth of the dildo, hugging the underside and you whimper at the feeling, heavy and ridged against you. Bellies touching, chests pressed together, one hand curled around your head and the other bent at the elbow, propping up her body over yours.

“M’not a pervert, you are,” your pout earns you a harsh, smacking thrust against your sex,

“You wanna say that again pretty baby?” Another thrust, rolling and heavy, thighs bulging against your ass. Sasha huffs into your mouth as if she can feel the way your puffy pussy flutters in acceptance of the dildo, clit kissing the head for a moment before its pulled back, sliding up, up and over before retreating again. And again. And again. You’re shaking in her arms, mewling in time with the pap pap paps of her cock slipping harsh over your cunt.

“Again,” you’re the one speaking this time, begging into her mouth, tongue licking over her lips, “Again Sasha please!”

Her desperation leaks into you, accepting her perversion, ears twitching at the lewd, wet sounds of you - of you. It’s so clear, so sticky, so filthy and yet you want more, god, so much more of it, an addiction you didn’t know you had until Sasha gave it to you. And what? An addiction to yourself? To your own pussy making disgusting slapping sounds every time your partner’s cock sliced through it? Or to Sasha’s shoulders bulging and her jaw ticking, her stomach flexing and her hips rolling so hard, so precise into you? An addiction to the perverse filth of her? Of them?

You’ll just have to find out I suppose.

Tagging: @dearbraus

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honeymaki · 3 years

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I feel like jock!Sasha would share you with her team at first it's after they won the championship and things get too heated then it's after a tournament that they lost and need to blow some steam then it's before a game because they do better seeing you all messed up in the stands then it's all the time it's slow and no one really notices until it's an (almost) everyday activity of the team passing you around when they get together.

Warnings: orgy, group sex, slight degradation but no detail, strapon, oral, tribadism, squirting, overstimulation.

jock!sasha at first shares selfies of herself after a post-win session with you; messy haired, rosy cheeked and shiny chinned, your bare legs around her head and there's obvious essence dripping down your thighs. Then it moves to pictures of you in the seconds after she makes you cum, showing the group chat how pretty you are fucked out and on the verge of tears, maybe a short video of you panting and still twitching and still moaning her name.

Then Annie boldly asks for a little more - something more intimate, something just more. And Sasha goes for it, fucking - a whole 10 minutes of you bouncing on her strap with her meaty thumb pressed snug against your puffy clit, spreading you so they can all see the creamy strings sticking to your folds and to her thick black strap.

And then comes that fateful team meet when they all get a bit drunk and a bit bold, and Sasha's got you creaming on her thigh in that tight little dress and suddenly Mikasa's sat on your face and Annie and Ymir are fighting over who bullies their fingers into your poor little abused cunt first:((

They - as a team, were never ones for traditions or rituals or anything before or after games. So when Sasha brought you to the next post match party dressed in the tightest little bunny outfit complete with ears and a tail; they all decided that maybe you could become their post game ritual. Passing you around in some debauched circle, a few of them wearing strap ons with varying sizes of dick, and the rest all gagging for a taste of your perfect angel cunt:(( Historia loves pressing her pussy to yours, powerful thighs flexing under her team jersey and humping you hard, slow and strong, lewd and sticky and slick and you know there are numerous videos circling some twitter profiles of your two pussies kissing nd grinding nd sliding together.

There are times when it's not - as loving and fun and entertaining, when they loose, when Ymir comes back with a bloody nose and shoves three fingers into you without even a kiss hello, fucking you hard and fast and demanding you squirt for her. Those days are when they use you, abuse your cunt and your ass and your mouth however they saw fit, making you cum over and over because they had some sick obsession with your entire body sweating and quaking and completely at their mercy.

Before games, it's similar? But more boisterous, more 'blowing off steam so you don't punch a locker, Historia'. Your girlfriend has you on all fours, fucking your creamy cunt and pushing you hard into Mikasa's crotch, urging you to eat her out good nd wet nd sloppy cause they think it's so cute when you try so hard:(( they're all chanting and laughing and lounging while they all take turns with you, some times rough and angry and snapping at your tits bouncing in their face; and sometimes sweet and teasing, slow brushes on your swollen clit till you lock up and squeal with a strange kind of orgasm.

You become their tradition, their ritual! it's cute! how much they all love you and care for you, treat you well with their cocks nd their fingers and their tongues and their perfect pussies - but none, none of them compare to how eagerly and how sloppy Sasha eats you out in front of them all. That's always the last thing that happens no matter what, no matter the time or game or win or loose; Sasha makes sure she has her face in your cunt after everyone on the team has had a go, lips spreading yours, tongue curling perfectly and flicking your overstimulated clit. S'mainly cause you're so sensitive, so wound up that you gush and cream and squirt all over her face within seconds and no trophy or prize money can ever compare to that:((

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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 · 3 years

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Saeko who finger fucks you better and harder than anyone else, who loves makes you so wet that your pussy is just LOUD and squelching--

Warnings: fingering, size kink if you squint, squirting, exhibitionism, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, evidence of me getting fat too turned on by this

Saeko purposefully wants you messy nd wet and loud and filthy, wants you dripping down her wrist and making the biggest fucking puddle under your ass or on her lap though she much prefers it when you’re lying down cause then she can make you hold your knees to your chest nd it squishes your cute lil pussy nd makes it tighter for her to fuck you full of her long, slender fingers. you’re naked nd she’s fully clothed, a little sweaty but wearing this mean mean smirk when you cum from her thumb flicking your clit nd then you start sobbing and squealing and thrashing nd she knows it’s because you think it’s so lewd how loud nd dirty your needy cunt gets:(( you cover your mouth just like she taught you nd Saeko leans over you with one hand fisting the sheets beside your head and she’s got three fingers shoving into your pulsing cunt before you can mewl her name:((

“Get it - fucking take it bunny, don’t hold back,” she’s hissing and grinding her teeth and her biceps flex and strain with how fast she’s thrusting her fingers and she gets the curl just right so you’re thrashing and cumming so hard and Saeko keeps going, “don’t stop, don’t fucking stop - you know what I want, fucking do it bunny - don’t hold back, want this bunnycunt messy and filthy and I want them all to hear how good I fuck you,” she’s talking about her roommates but they’re long gone by now...

and she finds your sweet little pussy gets so much wetter nd she can make it squelch and click nd gush so much louder when she’s forcing four fingers into you and hooking them forward and barely pulling out because oh! right there! and you’re lifting your hips and you’re inconsolable with pleasure and you know what she wants you know Saeko wants one thing,

“Fuck - there it is,” her fingers are creamy nd white and she wrenches them from of your pussy and just the right time, slapping your hard clit loudly, messily while you cum in squirts nd sprays and you’re squealing and gripping her and your whole body is trembling and it’s too much Saeko please! s’too much! can’t do it!

“You know I want more, m’addicted to this pretty pussy bunny, you better make the next one fucking filthy,”

#cries very loudly #I love a loud pussy #and I love you:((#I got your mountain lady one but I wanna do a proper thing for it kiss kiss love u #🧋.answers #🍡.nsfw #🍡.wlw #cw.fingering #cw.squirting #cw.overstimulation #cw.multiple orgasms #saeko x reader #saeko smut #saeko drabble #haikyuu smut #haikyuu thirst #saeko thirst

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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 · 3 years

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m-mommy kink + body worship with miruko 🥺

warnings: mommy kink, body worship, praise, slight body description, pubic hair, fingering - this very nearly turned into a full drabble

if you could see yourself - well you can - but if you could see yourself every day the way Miruko sees you; god, life would be perfect. But you avert your gaze from the standing mirror opposite the bed and she sees your bottom lip wobble with impending tears. She's got your legs hoisted over hers, wide and exposing your sweet cunt to the air, slick beading on the neat little thatch of curls she's lovingly raking her nails through,

"Look at that," she breathes, "Look at that - you're so beautiful bun,"

you know that, she tells you every day, every minute, any time she can and this is - these sessions are her way of proving it to you. an evening alone with mommy pampering you, painting you pretty and unwrapping you like a present, doting on you even if she's bruised and scarred and tired - nothing comes before her perfect baby girl.

"C'mon, I know you've been having doubts recently - don't think I can't tell but m'not gonna make you say it, I promise; let mommy just show you yeah?" she feels you relax at her words, thankful and finally, finally submitting the way she adores, "Listen to yourself princess, go on,"

a single finger parts your folds and you twitch as the rough pad catches your clit, before a second joins it and spreads you wide; a lewd tacking sound filling your ears and even you're shocked at just how wet you are from a few minutes of pretty petting. Miruko continues rubbing her fingers up and down your pussy, swirling your arousal over your curls and admiring the way it webs between her fingers.

"You don't have to watch, but just for a second - look at me, look at mommy play with you,"

You do, and god - you look heavenly, and so does she. Strong thighs parting yours, ears twitching and pointing straight up with her concentration, one hand disappearing into your cunt and the other running up and down your torso, over your belly and cupping your breast, weighing it in her palm and pinching your nipple between her thumb and forefinger for a moment before moving to your neck, where her lips are trailing over your pulse and shoulder,

"See? You're a work of art bunny, priceless and perfect - thank you for letting me do this for you,"

This time, your bottom lip trembles in lieu of your orgasm, two fingers slipping shallow into your cunt and scissoring you open, lewd squelches causing her ears to crook and her nose to twitch.

"Mommy, please!" you squeak, "m'gonna - please! m'gonna cum! Faster mommy!" Miruko can't say no, not when your back is arching into her wandering hand and your hips are canting into her thrusting fingers, pulling out to slick over your throbbing clit. Miruko can never say no to you, not when you make eye contact with yourself in the mirror as she pushes you over the edge, cumming with a desperately cry and a "mommy! thank you!"

#🧋.answers #♥︎.kitty’s friends #🌱.tag games #cw.mommy kink #cw.body worship #cw.fingering #cw.body description #miruko x reader #miruko smut #miruko thirst #mirko x reader #mirko smut #Mirko thirst #bnha smut #bnha thirst #mha smut #mha thirst

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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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anon said: hi kitty !! hope ur day is great and you’re staying well hydrated <3was just thinkin of firefighter hange zoe saving u from a big house fire and in return, they bring u home and rail u on their soft sofa. ofc they provide u with some camomile tea to soothe ur throat after all the screaming and a warm bubble bath🥺(btw, this is the same anon that sent you the commander hange thougt and i luvved ur little thirst !!)

Parings: Hange Zoe x fem!reader

Warnings: mention of fire, mention of slight injury, oral, fingering, multiple orgasms.

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: yeah...this accidentally turned into something a bit longer also m not sure how much I like it:(

The don’t know you, not truly, not really; all you do is walk your dog past the station every day. But, you say hello, you wish them good afternoon, you let your sweet little dog waddle over and say hi too. Sometimes, they're washing the truck in a tight white t-shirt and those brown trousers all firefighters wear, and you are a bit weak at the knees for the suspenders that sit tight and heavy over their wide, broad shoulders.

But what makes Hange feel like they know you the most is the fact that you’re happy whenever you see them; you wave and you chirp, and your dog gets far too overexcited for you to control, dragging you across the road with a wagging tail and a big, slobbery smile.

However, when the call comes in, when the street sounds a bit too familiar and the apartment block bears a name that tickles something in the back of their mind; Hange dreads what they might see upon arriving at the scene. The fire was only small, something electrical, some silly stone students in the flat below you and Hange nearly crumples to the ground when they find you sat in the backdoor of an ambulance, cuddling your teary dog. You’re stained with soot and smoke and clearly upset and shaken, bottom lip wobbling and telling the police officer everything that was in your apartment, everything that you lost.

And it takes Hange seconds to make up their mind, baring their way through the medics and police to scoop you up with a careful hug. They're so tender with you, checking you over like they were a medic instead of a firefighter, giving you oxygen when your voice gets croaky, feeding your dog water and wrapping a blanket over its back. You don't want to leave their side, crying when their superior tuts and calls them away for a debrief, immediately grabbing their hand and burrowing into their scratchy, heavy brown jacket.

"I'll take you home angel, Levi'll take your dog to the vets to get checked over okay? he'll keep an eye on her I promise - let me get you somewhere safe,"

You follow Hange without a question, tall and lean and so so strong, keeping you tight to their side and keeping a big veiny hand on your thigh the whole car ride home. You're only in pyjamas, some old gym shorts and a sweater and Hange can't get enough of your soft skin.

At first it's not sexual, not at all when they're feeding you water in the kitchen having hoisted you onto the counter - a firm hand on your thigh and slipping up under your shorts, moving to your fleshy hip and then squeezing your waist. they're so gentle, so soft with you and how you keen and press yourself closer, seeking comfort and touch and care -,

"I got you angel, I got you I promise," you're kissing them all small and breathy, swallowing mewls and arching your back when Hange pries your legs open and cups your neck, your shoulders, your breasts. They're so strong, so hardy and so lithe with the way they lick into your mouth and suck on your tongue, hard and sloppy and messy enough to leave a trail of saliva down your jaw when they move to lathe at your neck. the noises you make - god - Hange wants to hear everything you have offer, wants to prompt more purrs and whimpers and gasps from your pretty lips. They're eager, smart with their touches, letting you drop from the counter and walking you back to the couch, discarding their shirt and trousers, towering over you, crowding closer and closer till you're stuck for breath and sharing theirs.

No part of your body is left untouched, thumbs digging into your beaded nipples and nails catching on the delicate skin, dragging down the wet path left by their lips.

"Oh! Please - Hange, please!" your voice is scratchy, so croaky from the smoke that talking hurts, moaning hurts but their lips tracing your labia and their tongue swirling your clit only makes you cry out louder and louder. Your thighs are strung over their shoulders, squeezing their head, hands threading through their hair and pulling it back into a messy, tragic ponytail so you can see - fuck - so you can see the way their pointed tongue darts back and forth and over and over your clit, zigzagging through your pulsing pussy and catching on your entrance. Hange moans too, god - they practically whine into your cunt when you start subtly moving your hips, jerking and twitching to follow their tongue, reaching out, crying out, sobbing out for them.

Hands collide, tightening together, fingers lacing and squeezing and you tense with how hard your back arches, toes curling when their tongue hits deep, so fucking deep. Your entire body feels like it's on fire, sweat gathering on your temples and thighs trembling with how hard you're tensing, belly quivering and god - you can feel their tongue curling, dipping in and out, hardly pulling away to breathe and for a split second, you feel a puff of air on your aching clit and it's too much.

Hange drinks and slurps and noisily moans through your orgasm, never stopping, never slowing down, never speeding up because your hips cant into their face and their nose bumps against your slippery clit and -,

"s'too much, too much!" a kitten kiss to your clit has Hange pulling away, but - something thick prods at your entrance, eyes bleary and tongue heavy in your mouth. Looking up, you begin to make out the looming figure of Hange, panting like a rabid dog and biting their lip as they prop one knee beside your hip, hand dragging up your sternum and cupping your quivering breast,

"One more, gimme one more angel and I'll stop I promise - shhh, it's okay, I'll take care of you, I got you honey," two thick fingers slide into you, long and crooking, probing, searching for the spot that makes your entire body jump and your mouth to drop open with a teary whine,

"Come on angel girl, give it to me," their pace is unforgiving, not entirely fast but hard, hard and deep and jolting, bicep flexing beneath your clawed hand and you lift your head for a kiss, receiving their tongue and their lips with a wanton grunt. your feet are planted on the floor, giving you momentum to grind your hips, circle them, hitching their fingers deeper, harder - a third joining and stretching you with lewd squelches and dribbles of creamy white. Hange seems just as torn as you, just as ruined as you, mouth open and panting into yours, gasping with you, following the contours of your body and every writhe and twitch it gives them.

"So close - s'close Hange I'm gonna cum, gonna cum! fuck!" little ah, ah, ah's escape your lips and they drink them down like fine wine, the heel of their palm digging into your clit, not enough, too - not enough,

"Touch yourself then," you hadn't even realised you'd said the words out loud, Hange's dark eyes boring into yours and god, their thick fingers hook into your spongy walls with a precision that had you barely holding on, "Go on - show me, play with your clit angel, make yourself cum,"

It takes three hard swipes of your budded clit for you to gush down their arm, fluttering and lifting on to your tiptoes to follow the slippery slide of fingers abusing the sweetest, puffiest parts of your cunt. You think it's strange how quiet you are during it all, until you find your bearings again and find Hange eagerly sucking your bottom lip and taking little care for the saliva stringing between the two of you. You're limbless when they finally pull out, finally pull away with a moan at how your cunt tries to swallow them back in, lifting their shining fingers and parting them,

"Look at that, look at what we did to you,"and you can't bare to look at the slick webbing between her fingers, curling into their chest and whining in embarrassment, squealing even when the telltale sounds of slurping and smacking alerts you to Hange cleaning themselves up.

"C'mon angel face, let's run you a bath yeah? I made my own mixture of bath salts for achy muscles and soothing tension,"you don't miss the clear pride in their voice when you grumble and groan, but accepting their word for it. And god - do they get the balance right, sinking down into the bubbles that smelt like rosemary and olive, the water a deep green and seemingly melting away the stress of the last few hours.

Hange sits on the toilet beside you, towel unfolded in their lap and holding a cup of steaming tea, another concoction of theirs that smells pleasantly warming. It is peaceful while the two of you mull over the past events. content, calm, a little amusing when Hange admits to cumming untouched while eating you out, but that's what has you - never really leaving. there's no home left to return to, and what belongings were salvaged from the fire fit in easily alongside Hange's.

It was easy, it was natural, the three of you; it just was.

#🍡.nsfw #🍡.wlw #cw.oral #tw.injury #cw.fingering #hange x reader #hange smut #hange fic #hange zoe x reader #hange zoe smut #aot smut #snk smut #attack on titan smut #snk fic #aot fic #attack on titan fic

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honeymaki · 3 years

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Ghost face ymir!!!

g-ghost face Ymir who wears black skinny jeans and a black oversized t-shirt nd has black painted nails and who comes up behind you when you're brushing your teeth and boogying along to some cheesy 80s song, not noticing the dark shape in the mirror behind you:(( and she's got her fingers down your cotton shorts and pinching your clit before you can scream, and the pain makes you grind back into her crotch and you can feel the hard bulge of her strap packed nd ready:(( and you're fighting but not really and you're crying but not that hard cause she's playing with your pussy so mean nd nice and the mask is wet and hard and cold on the back of your neck:(( sure the knife lies forgotten on the bathroom floor next to a trail of broken glass, but Ymir fancies the feel of your warm cum spilling over her fingers much more than your blood:(( so maybe she'll just keep you cumming and keep you creaming till you're brainwashed enough to follow her to the dingy van she drove here in and bounce on her cock hard enough to make the whole thing shake and squeak:((

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honeymaki · 2 years

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sasha… haha…. *cunt flutters*

Sasha does like this thing - she's got three fingers curling into you, fucking you so fast and so deep you're arching, creaming all down her arm, gasping into her mouth and gripping her tit as she leans over your writhing body.

"Cum, be good - fuck - you're so close, I can fuckin' feel you squeezing me, come on princess I got you - cum f'me,"

and you do, god fuck you cum so hard that your entire body tenses and goes all rigid, legs shaking and clamping down on her forearm. Sasha just - disappears and you know by know, know not to whine when her fingers leave your pulsing cunt and her hands slap your thighs apart cause she's got her nose right up in your business and staring at you. Right at your folds, parting them, watching your hole clench around nothing, fluttering without the stretch of her fingers, pushing out and sucking in, dribbles of pearly cum collecting under the crest of your ass and Sasha moans - she fucking snarls at the sight.

"Do it again - do it, but this time, I wanna do it with my mouth, wanna feel you clench on my fuckin' tongue, wanna taste it all,"

#🧋.answers #okie last one cause I don't wanna burn out #🍡.wlw #🍡.nsfw #cw.oral #cw.fingering #sasha x reader #sasha smut #aot smut #snk smut #attack on titan smut #aot thirst #snk thirst #attack on titan thirst

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honeymaki · 2 years

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living for soft mommy dom!pieck

sitting you in her lap nd looking out the window while she hits the joint for the 10th time 🥺

one hand holds the joint while the other is in your cute little panties 🥺 rubbing at your clit nd telling you “mommy’s making you feel so good, isn’t she princess” 🥺

you can only whine nd nod your head against her perfect tits. 🥺

she’s making you feel so high, she doesn’t let up till the joint is finished. 🥺

Warnings: drug use, fem!reader, fingering, breast worship, mommy kink, edging

inhaling that second hand smoke, maybe reaching up to her lips nd stealing some, breathing in a little hitched and jittery cause she's playing with you so gently and so lightly that it's only just enough to keep you yearning for more.

Two fingers softly swirling your hard bud, slipping it back and forth, scissoring down your labia and gathering slick, dipping her fingertips into your fluttering little hole before moving back to your clit just to do it all over again. Sometimes she slows down, when she's inhaling deeply and concentrating on doing that trick you love, when she exhales the white puffs through her nose and it never fails to make your thighs clench around her hand, urging her to speed up once again. The cycle continues, slow and gentle, almost soothing in a away, your mewls filling the quiet room, almost slurred with the fog in your head and the heavy heat in your belly.

"S'good isn't it baby?" she drawls, tilting your chin up with her finger, tongue poking from her cushiony lips and breaching yours, dipping into your wet mouth for a moment before pulling back, as if she'd only wanted to reach in and taste you for a second. You squirm, her fingers hardening between your thighs, panties sodden and soiled with your arousal and nearing orgasm, "How're you feeling pretty baby?"

All you can do is wine sleepily, limbs so heavy and so loose, but moving so fluidly, writhing beside where Pieck lay reclined on the bed. The joint lays burnt out on a plate somewhere forgotten, her heavy mind now filled only with the high of making you cum,

"Mommy making you all messy? Is mommy making her pretty baby feel too good? You've been so patient, so good for me,"

there's a moment of fumbling when Pieck yanks the tight band of her sports bra up over her tits, letting them drop heavy on to her chest and she cups the one closest to you, fingers straining with the soft fat spilling between them,

"Go on - you earned it poppet," her puffy pink nipple almost leaks for you, stiff and peaked and shadowy against the cream of her breast, immediately being engulfed by your mouth. God - it's like you're trying to suffocate yourself, sucking in as much of her tit as possible, using her as something to ground you, something to keep you from jerking and jittering and arching off the bed completely. Pieck's still going, still slipping two fingers over your clit, the thumping of your heart causing it to twitch and pulse with every second your orgasm approaches,

"Mmm - that's my good girl, mommy's best girl, go ahead poppet - cum f'me, nice 'nd wet okay? That's my good girl, I got you, mommy's got you,"

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