#colossal breasts

[hugemongos]

Have u seen Chyna??!?!

[peopleplanet00]

[cosycafune]

RELENTLESS CONQUEROR

1.5k words. you’re not supposed to give in; that’s your first mistake. confessing to a man that’s notorious for deals is only going to screw you over. but, having him between your thighs, ruining you, makes you forget about sylus’ nature.

acts: multiple creampies, slight choking, rough sex, teasing, corruption kink, breeding kink, crying, orgasms, missionary, light sadistic tendencies, pet names, overstimulation, size difference, big cock, hickeys and potentially more.

a/n: there's only so much I can write for him. I love him.

RUINED, that’s what you are. The moment you revealed your love for Sylus, he couldn’t help but grasp you – sexually reforming you. As a confession fleed from your lips, his usually stoic demeanour faltered. Faltered with cockiness that you knew would be your demise.

Perhaps that was why you’re here right now? Pulverised, stuffed immensely with his colossal cock? Tears streamed from your wavering eyes, paving you into gasping, moaning and writhing as he thrusts inhumanely within you. All forms of coherency fled from you, leaving you a trembling, jolting mess – mushy at Sylus’ precise cock ruining.

Your gummy walls engulf him, completely overwhelmed and claimed. Tears stream down your cheeks while Sylus cloudily meets your eyes, taking you in missionary. To him, he had to memorise you in your rawest form. Rawest form as your large breasts bounce, your pursed lips stammer crazily, and your throat bubbling with his name.

“Sylus! Ah!” You hazily moan, barely capable of holding his sculpted back – lazily attempting to clutch the ridges of Sylus’ abs.

“Fuck! Say… you love me, Sweetie,” Authoritatively pleading, Sylus’ carmineeyes admire your prisoned self — fuelled by lustful adrenaline.

“Ngh! I-I…love you, Sy’,” Moaning, whining obediently, you arch abnormally – completely conquered by Sylus’ cock thrusting its deepest within you.

“A-Again,” Cloudily commanding you, Sylus picks up his extremely swift pace – in love with the addictive warmth that flows from your needy cunt.

“Yes! I…Ah! Love…you,” Flustered, you're barely able to speak – mentally consumed by Sylus grunting within your ear.

“Look at…you, sweetie,” So close to crumbling, you grow extremely close to finishing – longing for Sylus to inform you that he loves you.

Positioned upon his ample, seclusive bed, you glimpse into his eyes. A whisper of vulnerability holds them, leading to you guiding your trembling hand to settle upon his cheek. Even as your small hand is entwined with his own, his toned hips primal, marking you with his fruitful cock, Sylus listened to every essence of you.

It’s as if he preyed on your vulnerability, posing himself to watch your crumbled expressions worship his cock. With each lick of sweat upon you, each gasp, moan and plead for more, you knew Sylus basked within it. No, you knew he had estimated how long it’d take for you to break your intimate barriers for him. Innately, guided by fate, you knew he was mentally intrigued by how swiftly you admitted your love. Admitted your love to be beneath him, overpowered by his veiny cock, consistently cumming and faltering.

“‘Need…more,” Pleading, moulded to accommodate Sylus eternally, you grow obedient.

The obedience you display sculpts Sylus into a hazardous state, boyishly grinning before he maintains intense eye contact. Wealthy with your clinginess, Sylus increases the skin slapping in the room, watching your eyes impossibly roll back, your brain mushed at how stupidly good he fucked you. Sylus is proud and consumed by how someone as stubborn and naive as you handle him. Handle his devilish cock, going an unstable amount of sexual rounds. 

Seeing you, someone promoted as untouchable, detesting his presence, sexually succumbing to him – begging – heightened Sylus’ ego. Taunting you, he can’t help but stop his addicted cock – looking down at the ego-shattering mess of you. If you knew what you looked like, pouty, messy, flaunting glassy eyes for him, he knew you’d be unable to redeem yourself.

“S-So…near,” Breathless, you choppily hurl your pointless words, “D-Don’t…stop.” Clenching drastically around Sylus’ cock, you lovingly press your lips against his own – listening to his air-less breaths.

“When you…kiss me like that.” Lulled by you, Sylus is incapable of resisting – relishing the intimate warmth your kiss promotes.

Sombrely, you both had kissed in disadvantaged circumstances. Obstacles engulfed you both each time. So, sacrificing your honour, and giving Sylus genuine affection, warmed him immensely. Having you, knowing you were once discontent with him, flares Sylus’ primal instincts. A surge of desperation writes his fate, paving him into gifting you a deep thrust – greeting the sexual spots you love heavily.

“I…love you,” Subconsciously speaking, you gasp with each thrust – revealing each mental card you hold. Your poker face had crumpled, leaving behind your purest love for Sylus.

“Mhm,” Sylus mutters, feeling you frantically clench around him – unable to compose yourself. You’re so close to faltering, cumming all over his pulsating cock – but your subconsciousness wants to hear him return your words.

“Do…you?” Teary, faintly questioning Sylus, you greet his rolling eyes – noticing his firmness increasing within you.

“Hm–” As Sylus readies himself to speak, you mewl, too overwhelmed by the macaroni-imitating sounds, the wicked skin slapping and the emotion-heavy atmosphere.

Breathing heavily beneath him, attempting to pry Sylus away, so close to finishing, you sink further into the bedsheets. Spewing tears, your eyes close, your lips draw apart further and your back arches. Even caged, presented with limited freedom, you impulsively gather might. Using your might, you claw at Sylus’ back, your dainty hands barely covering the surface of his manly back.

“Ah! Sylus!” Freeing yourself, you clamp around his pulsating cock – finishing intensely. Your willpower shredded itself, surrendering you to Sylus entirely.

“Finished?” Teasing you, Sylus sharpens his pounding – decimating your overstimulated pussy. Even as your adorable cum decorates his manly cock, he can’t help but continue – bounded by the feeling of you.

“G-Good,” Mentally misplaced, you respond to his fuzzy voice – noticing the Sylus’ eager bucking.

To you, you could sense he longed for more. Each one of his thrusts was becoming a little sloppy, paired with his heavy breathing. Sylus is dripping with sweat, admiring a sleepy you – burying himself his deepest within you. He knew you struggled to take his thickness, but easing you through it was the best thing he had ever done. It represents the subconscious trust you carry for him, revealing your nude vulnerability and your guarded heart.

“L-Let…me,” Pussy-stricken, Sylus stutters – consumed by the tingling warmth that cuddles his whole physique. However, he still has adorable, crimson ears. Ears you’d always tease.

Nodding, you lazily wrap your burly legs around Sylus’ abdomen – desperate to immortally seize him. Nothing in you wanted to release his closeness, to protect your future. Everything within you wanted to keep him here, have him cum in you so many times, uncaring if you end up pregnant. All you wanted was everything of him, no matter how much love bit you – putting you in overwhelming situations.

Sacrificing yourself, you feel Sylus grow increasingly aggressive and more possessive. Animalistically, he brings his hand to settle around your neck – moaning, grunting and growling at the submissive scenery of you. Sylus goes his absolute hardest, turned on by your overstimulated self. Just seeing you, croakily moaning, completely broken into, churned his heart. 

You’re all his now, something he won’t forfeit. Even as you subconsciously cry, your jiggly breasts bouncing, your squelching pussy wanting more, Sylus can’t bring himself to release you. He knows you want all of his thick, fruitful buckets of semen, but he wanted to taunt you a little bit. Even if it renders him into painful, yet beautiful, pleasure, he doesn’t care. Depriving you, corrupting you, it was what he loved most. As if he’d give you his cum right now, filling you up to listen to you purr with satisfaction.

“‘Can’t…resist,” Admiring your hickey-scattered self, Sylus cries out with angst – his abdomen a crazed mess as he intensely cums inside of you.

Happily, Sylus stuffed you like a twinkie bar – overstuffing you with his spilling seed. As you arch at his extremely intense release, Sylus softly increases the pressure on your neck – remaining his deepest within you. Whilst you’re laying beneath him, a sticky and sweaty mess, he lets his cock kiss your cervix once more – shooting out his last cum spurts. Marking you made him gleeful, leaving you with a belly full of him.

He did not care that you’re ovulating, right now.

“You…did good, sweetie,” Exhausted, pulling out, Sylus breathlessly praises you – looking into your fluttering eyes. He could see the conflict that stirred within your glassy eyes.

“Y-Yeah, but,” Doubtful, you stop speaking – feeling him alter his physique. Sylus slowly settled you upon his chest, giving a nude you the sound of his rumbling heartbeat.

“Speak,” Doused with curiosity, Sylus’ low, scruffy tone forces you to answer. His authority’s off the charts, knowing you’re vulnerable now.

“You never said it,” Physically drained, you respond to him – meekly shying away at his intimidating demeanour.

“That I love you, sweetie?” Sylus’ almost conclusive question causes your stomach to inhabit butterflies.

You didn’t even care that you could get pregnant or anything that could happen.

“Yeah,” Meek, you reply to an attentive him – listening to Sylus’ heartbeat rise erratically. 

You did that.

“I love you, sweetie,” Embedded with truth, Sylus reassures you – plastering a gentle kiss upon your temple.

Gentleness adheres to you, causing you to cave into his hold. Listening to him speak so sincerely, riddled with the art of love, completely consumed you. Heartiness adheres to you, pushing you into relishing Sylus’ presence. Even if love bites, you can’t help but relish Sylus’ presence – rendered love-stricken.

Weirdly, you didn’t want to resist the bites of love. Naturally, you pledge to embrace them – especially since they came from Sylus.

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[pseudowho]

Still got it

Artwork by Mmiyoart (2021)

The kids are teenagers, so you and Kento are just their boring parents...right?

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Imagine you and Nanami Kento as parents, but older now, in your forties, and the kids are teenagers at Jujutsu High (much to Kento's displeasure and concern).

The two of you always kept your work life separate to home; the kids knew what the two of you do of course, they all know Curses and Cursed techniques, your two daughters and a son being in possession of these talents themselves.

But you and Kento never come home in mission-wear. You're always patched up by Shoko, one of your oldest and dearest friends, before you walk through the door. Kento never winces as he cooks dinner in a fresh shirt, but behind your bedroom door at night, you gently push his shirt off his shoulders and bathe his wounds, gently kissing his bruises, his head resting back between your breasts as your arms curl round him from behind. You never discuss your kills in front of the kids, the evenings instead, full of talk of exams, arguments with best friends, chastising for using phones at dinner time.

You and Kento make sure you barely overlap at Jujutsu High, teaching students in the other years instead. Your daughters and your son know, in a vague way, that you're both respected First and Second Grade sorcerers in your own right, but to them you're just mum and dad.

Until, one day, that changes. Your three kids, all promising Second Grade sorcerers, and committed to the cause, get into trouble. The Curse they're sent to eliminate is so much stronger than they imagined. Your eldest daughter fights on bravely as your son carries their sister, wounded, to safety. All three are filled with terror as the Curse begins to overwhelm them, their short lives with you and Kento, their adoring parents, flashing in front of their eyes, wondering how the two of you would ever recover from their deaths.

Then, in a flash of black and red, Nanami Kento steps into the fight. A colossal wave of Cursed energy rolls over the children, stunned, breathless, eyes wide as their father, who does maths homework with them, who kisses them all goodnight at bedtime, who bakes at the weekends, instead now ruthlessly, effortlessly wipes the floor with the Curse that nearly killed his babies.

Kento is a demon in battle, tie ripped off, blunt blade whirling, his battle-hardened body just as imposing and lithe as it was in the years before the kids were born. The hands that held theirs when they were tiny, that threw them around ever-so-gently during play-fights, now wielded as weapons with murderous intent.

Even more alarmed are the children, when you appear beside Kento, and as the Curse staggers on its last legs, they hear you shout to Kento- "Throw me!" and, with not an ounce of hesitation, Kento tosses you like a rugby ball, for you to land the killing blow on the Curse.

You are smooth, meticulous, concentrated while making light work of a messy job. The children hear their father hum in approval of you as you take the Curse to task for its crimes against your babies.

Not even sparing the withering corpse a glance, you and Kento rush to your children. You hold your son and eldest daughter's faces, eyes full of tears as you check them all over for damage, their hearts swelling when you praise them for taking care of each other, for doing such a fantastic job holding out until you both arrived.

Kento drops to his knees beside his wounded youngest daughter, gripping her close to him, no less mighty and powerful after years of marriage and raising children. Nanami Kento manages the first and only reverse-cursed technique heal of his whole life, and repairs his daughter's wounds. He holds her to him and weeps quietly as she reassures him, wholly her mother's daughter. Kento grips his son gently around the back of the neck, pulling him down for a tight hug, his son almost breaking at Kento's familiar rumble praising him for prioritising his sister's safety, telling his son he's so proud of the man he's becoming.

Days later, and with the children now recovered, rumours of Nanami-sensei and Nanami-sensei's scathing criticism of and attack on the higher-ups is the talk of the Jujutsu High students. The children are silent throughout, still stunned by the overwhelming skill of their parents.

One of the other students jokingly raises the incident to your kids one day; "Oh man. I wouldn't like to have your parents mad at me. I'd never get over disappointing them."

"Are they...that much of a big deal?" your son asks his friend weakly. His friend raises his eyebrows, amazed, laughing.

"You mean the one and only legends, the Nanami-sensei's? Who the hell did you guys think raised you?"

You and Kento walk down the steps towards them, hands brushing together but not holding, keen to maintain professionalism at school. The children watch as your eyes meet his, love passing between you both, and wonder how they had thought of you as their boring mum and dad for all these years.

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[alnilaem]

so true @altissiia. neighbour/butcher simon is but a matted cat that would charitably leave mice at your door if that wasn’t so off-putting

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It’s eight in the morning, and there’s coffee all over your work blouse. Burning through the canopy of your shirt, sticking your skin. 

You had loudly cursed as your foot got caught behind an innominate object, propelling you face first—and coffee first—into the corridor. Surely, the whole flat heard it. The tight yelp you released, the thunder of your nose colliding with the floor. 

You don’t care about the coffee blotches congealing in the hallway. The carpet has enough cryptic stains, ones that management isn’t bothered to fix, so you look away and throw a cursory glance over your shoulder—to see the cause of your fall—and grimace without conscious control.

It’s a bag of meat on your doormat. 

Wrapped in a plastic, sitting in a puddle of fresh blood. 

A few drops of dew glaze the bag by means of moisture. It hides its contents, hindering you from recognising anything inside. You poke it with your shoe, cringing at the cartilage and meat and marrow beneath the sole of your foot. It tumbles over in the clear film, revealing its gory underbelly and a sticky-note. 

The note is dog-eared, crumpled, and damp. Covered in writing written by a slap-happy hand. Sorry for being too loud last night with my mates. Guess I’m a hypocrite. Here’s some meat please accept, is what it reads. The tail-end features a poorly-drawn smiley face and a signature. Simon.  

He was being noisy last night. You were just too skittish to slap the drywall dividing you, or to knock on his door and ask him to keep it down. There was an overlap of voices, an undercurrent of accents, and the charm of beer cans persistently snapped open.

As you peel the note off the bag, the door beside you swings open. Simon stumbles out, sweatpants low on his hips, medical mask obscuring the lower shell of his face. By the looks of it, he just floundered out of the shower. His curls are still dripping with opalescent water drops. He’s shirtless, his chest hairs so blonde they’re almost glass-like. Tousled and wispy.

A few scars distort the skin of his ribcage and makes you wince. He’s breathing heavily, distending them, puffing out his chest.

“You alright?” He asks. “Heard you fall.” 

You realise you’re still on the floor. Simon looks cosmic from this angle—colossal—hauling with him disciplined muscles eclipsed by a soft belly. 

You meekly nod, rising to your feet. “‘m fine.”

Simon’s eyes flutter down to your chest. A hot-flash pools under your skin, sticky, messy, leaving you preening under his gaze, until, of course, you belatedly remember your spilled coffee. How your shirt sticks to your skin, revealing the barest hint of your breasts. You don’t cross your arms.

“You’ve something there,” Simon sniffs. He gestures to your chest.

“Um, yeah. I know.”

A whisper of discomfort marinates between you. Discomfort that Simon doesn’t seem to notice—or doesn’t seem to care about—as he keeps staring at you. 

He grunts. “I got you meat.”

“Thank you!” You chuckle. “It was a… sweet gift.” 

It takes you by surprise when Simon tucks his chin into his chest, grumbling. His crows feet crimp together like knife-edges as if he’s barely smiling. 

��Wait here,” he mumbles, then spins on his heel. You assume he’s going to put on some clothes, or bring you some more meat, but when Simon returns, he outstretches towards you a threadbare jersey, waiting expectantly.

“Stained your blouse,” he snorts. “Wear this.”

Owlishly, you blink. It’s your work blouse that’s stained. You can’t go in a Manchester United shirt.

“Um. I wouldn’t–”

Simon shoves it in your chest. At this point, he reminds you of a wet dog. Dripping wet, gratified of his gift-giving. Leaving raw meat that stinks of ammonia at your doorstep, handing you a shirt too-many-sizes too big for you. If he had a tail, it’d be wagging.

His hand is still extended. Above his mask, Simon’s eyebrows pucker as if he’s pouting. Like a kicked mutt, confused, and a little ratty. You feel awkward indebtedness eddying through you, so you snatch the jersey from him and slip it on jointly. It smells heavily of nicotine and pomade, slightly impairing you.

Satisfied, he nods. You think he’s going to say something else—there’s a little stifle between the flicker of his eyes and his jaw—but he doesn’t. Simon turns around and slams his door shut in your face. 

[starofthesea7]

König~ Bitte (please)

(König cums too fast - pure filth)

König is a grunting mess beneath you, cheeks flushed deep red, eyebrows furrowed in ardent need. Brawny, scarred fingers grip threadbare cotton sheets, white knuckled— green eyes glossy with tears as he gazes down at you with fervour, pleas spilling from bitten lips. He’s in full tactical gear, fresh from the field, completely covered from your gaze, save for his bare crotch on full display between the zipper of his undone canvas pants.

He’s inexperienced- you could tell, even though he’d never murmured a word on the subject- it is laced thoroughly throughout his needy actions, the way his hips buck at the smallest touch you give his pale, rippling thighs, or how his heavy cock jumps when you praise him with sweet words. And there’s something so electrifying, having this beast of a man, in a killer’s uniform, writhing beneath you- it all goes straight to your head.

He is colossal. Infused with motor oil, brine and secondary cigarette smoke and the dirtiness of it- of him, cracks open the inviting door to even filthier actions.

His head is pressed harshly against the cool cement wall, damp hair curling around his brow. His mouth hangs agape— a glint of canine flashes in the dim light. His exposed his cock is tall and waiting eagerly for you and he’s embarrassed- you can tell by his flushed cheeks- embarrassed at how hard he is when you’ve barely even touched him- his engorged cock flushed deep purply red— glistening with a bead of pre spend at the sensitive head. Fuck.

His voice is rough and strangled, an honest attempt to string coherent thoughts together, “—ah, bitte, please...” He trails off, unsure of what he want’s you to do, all he knows is that he wants you.

You hold his gaze, vehemently, as you remove threadbare cotton in a swift motion, to revealing your naked frame to his widening eyes, you’re in nothing but a black thong and his glassy gaze is glued to your chest, he’s unable to tear it away, all gentile manners falling to perverse automatic action, he’s once more a teenager exploring his first playboy, struggling to take it in. Hair cascades around peaked nipples, and you’re a vision. He lets out a ragged breath at the soft swell of your breasts, truly questioning whether this was real- whether this was just another of his wet dreams and he’d wake up alone and have to shamefully clean sticky cum off himself. “You are…” he trails off on a ragged cliff, as if no known, spoken word could describe you, and the thought makes your heart swell against your ribs.

There’s a push and pull in him, you can feel it. Part of him instinctively wants to take control, have you his way, throw your body over the desk and ravage you- you both know that physically he can do whatever the fuck he wants with you. But something in him keeps him sat, under your control. He’s dying to do as you say, to follow your lead. The king has surrendered, and you are his unexpected successor.

Your hips bulge as your legs spread wide to fit over his massive thighs. Sinewy muscle tenses under you and the sight of his cock just waiting there for you makes your stomach clench. He’s staring at your crotch, at the small patch of wet fabric and the way it clings to the outline of your puffy cunt. There’s something pornographic about the way he’s fully dressed in tactical gear, complete with steel toed boots and dirty canvas pants, and you mount him bare, save for a sopping thong. Your airy, sultry voice cuts through thick, sweaty air, “Has it been a long time, König?” You’re being a bit patronizing, frankly, but you can tell he likes it, or he wouldn’t be this hard- pre-spend oozing out of his swollen slit.

His eyes rise to yours, and his pupils are blown wide, his voice breathless, “Ja-fuck-yes Maus, been so long. Please, touch me.” Your soft hands find his lower belly and its taught and veiny, skin scorching, you trace his abs, over his whisper of a happy trail, and you feel his muscles tense beneath your fingers, littered with scars. Your softness melts into his roughness and you’re pulled into him as if he possesses his own gravitational force. You gather his pre-spend from his stomach on two fingers and he watches with bated breath as you raise them to your lips, you take them deep, and the poor man doesn’t know what to do with him self. He’s briny and bitter and you want to force the taste further down your throat. A pathetic sound leaves his mouth, and it makes your stomach flop.

You rise up slide your thong to the side, exposing your cunt and he’s eager to position himself for you. Ready to bend to your every need, all he wants to be is good for you. You feel your stomach clench in anticipation as you are struck again with how thick he is- the thought of him stretching you out makes you thrum with anticipation. You’re sopping, and he’s dribbling from the tip— cock sliding deliciously easy, against the seam of you, right up against the choking split. Your fingers find locks of his hair and you ground yourself in him, as he catches harshly on the edge of your hole, right against your clit and pleasure shoots through your body. You’re both so sleep and touch deprived and that just makes you all the more fervid. You’re embarrassed at how fucked out you must look, but his head is thrown back and he’s almost drooling and you can’t look more desperate than him.

You run his mushroom head over the split again, and he’s unable to contain himself, softly bucking his hips into you, and when he finally breaches your hole, spliting you wide for him you let out a sharp sound, fingers harshly grabbing fistfuls of his hair. He sobs, voice ripping through his hoarse throat, “Ah-ah! Maus, fuck you’re so hot inside so… small.” It’s really he that’s large but you don’t bother correcting him. You tighten your fingers, fisting his hair, surely hard enough to hurt, as you inch yourself lower onto him. His fingers find the fat of your ass and hes pulling your cheeks apart, marks sure to bloom purple and blue later. His hand finds the waistband of your thong and he’s pulling it, overstimulation forcing him to action, the feeling of it dragging against your clit makes you keel. You hear the fabric rip, and he’s murmuring a slew of apologies. “Ah- I’m sorry maus-” You kiss his cheek sloppily in forgiveness. Salty and warm- stubble brash against your lips.

You pull back and his eyes drop to your little cunt, swollen lips stretching out around him and he’s in awe that you can take him so well. He’s definitely bigger than anyone you’ve been with before, but you can tell he doesn’t understand the extent of his size, and now is not the time to boost his ego, so you bite your lip and when your skin finally meets the cold metal of his zipper and he’s fully inside you sit there for a beat to adjust. Hes pulsing deep inside you and you can fucking see the outline of the head of his cock protruding from your belly, just below your bellybutton.

And when you point it out to him with a sickly sweet voice, “See you, so deep inside me König?”

He grunts, “Fuck me,” having to tear his eyes away a second later to keep from orgasming right then and there.

You begin to softly bounce your body above him, you tell yourself it’s to go easy on him, but truly you don’t think you could do move more with how deep he goes. Cold metal of his zipper harshly grazes your soft skin. Your breasts bounce with every movement and he pulls you into him, groaning into your shoulder, and sharp canines nick your flesh. Your grip in his hair mirrors your clench around him, painfully tight.

You speed up, slapping of skin fills the room, your flesh bubbles between his iron fingers and he’s whimpering into your ear, before you feel him twitch inside you. His eyes go wide and he’s suddenly blurting out, “Im sorry, I’m so sorry-ah, fuck.” His hips are bucking up into you faster, you feel them stutter, and his mouth falls open to softly bite your shoulder. His cock twitches, mushroom head notching somewhere deep inside you— and you can feel it in your stomach. He shudders all over, his huge form shaking with the strength of his orgasm, and then he blushes deep crimson. “I’m- A-ah,” Cum spurts out fitfully, and you feel it, hot and thick, filling your guts, and you can’t help but whimper into his hair at the feeling.

Warm pressure blooms in your belly. His deep raspy breaths grate against cold stillness.

Tears are brimming in his glassy eyes when he raises his head, damp curls falling across his forehead. Your cunt clenches at the sight and you redden at the obscene squelch it makes. He swallows hoarsely, “I’m so sorry. I wanted to…I couldn’t— you just felt so good—”

Another open mouthed kiss to his cheek makes him let out a soft puff of captive air.

“‘S okay König.” Your eyes sparkle, voice soft. “I can sit on your face, and you can make me cum then, yeah?” You smile coyly, as his eyes widen, cheeks flushing once more.

[leviismybby]

Sweeter than honey

Kinktober day 1: Breeding

Levi Ackerman x fem!reader, nsfw, 18+, mdni

Levi never thought he would have children, it was something he didn't even have time to think about, always busy with his captain duties and saving humanity. But now that all of that is over, that the rumbling stopped and the titans are no longer, he can't help himself but imagine you with a belly, his child growing inside of you.

He made an excuse from work, for the first time in his life, Levi was way too eager to see you. It wasn't hard, he just told the others that his knee was hurting and that he couldn't keep on planting trees where colossal titans once stomped the ground. Gabi and Falco asked him if they should help him get home but he refused, all he wanted was to be inside of you and Levi always got what he wanted one way or another.

When he got home he found you in the kitchen, you were cooking dinner, and the way you moved around the room was so mesmerizing to him. You didn't notice him at first, too focused on making sure that the food you were making was perfect. After a few minutes, Levi clears his throat and you look his way, he is leaning against the doorway, a green flannel shirt on his body, sleeves rolled up showing his forearms.

Before you can even ask him what he was doing home so early, he hugs you from behind, his hands wrapping around your waist. His lips gently kiss the side of your neck, you shiver at his action. When he sees that you still haven't let go of the spoon, he does it for you, taking the spoon out of your hands and turning you around so you face him. "I've been thinking...." He started, his hands grabbing your hips, pulling you closer to his body.

"...I want to give you my children." Your eyes go slightly wide at his words, he has never even mentioned wanting to get married, let alone have children, so his words surprised you. "You want a... child?" You ask, making sure that you didn't hear him incorrectly and by the way, he was looking at you with that gray eye of his, you didn't. "Yes. Let me give you a child. Let me make you mine permanently." He lifts you onto the counter, you wrap your legs around his hips, and his kisses travel down to your collarbone. "You taste so fucking sweet."

A soft moan surpasses your lips, your hands rest on his shoulders. "Please, princess....I want a baby with you." His voice was harsh and very low, you can tall that he really wanted a child. You don't know what snapped inside of him but whatever it was, you loved it. Without much thought, you nod, feeling his mouth suck at your soft skin.

"That's a good girl. Let me have my way with you." His hands sneak under your shirt, squeezing your breasts, it doesn't take long before he has your shirt off of you. Levi leans in taking one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking eagerly. The moans you let out made him more and more turned on. You couldn't deny that he looked amazing in that shirt and jeans, it made him look so sexy. Sometimes you wonder to yourself how lucky you got to have him.

Your hands tug on his dark hair when he bites your nipple playfully, his fingers playing with the other one, you can feel his erection pressing against your clothed heat. "Fuck this. I can't wait anymore. I need to be inside of that pretty pussy." He is quick to slide the pants off of your body, gently rubbing your legs as he does so, his fingers hook on your underwear and he takes them off you. Despite missing some of his fingers, he is still as skilled with his hands as ever.

Tugging on his shirt, you earn a slight slap on your thigh. "No time for that, baby. Just let me fuck you." At his words, you move your hands down to his belt undoing it with haste, he kisses you on the lips, his lips sucking on your tongue making you moan softly. As soon as his belt is off, he spreads your legs and pulls his cock out before slamming into you hard.

You let out a gasp against his mouth as his cock penetrates your walls. "Fuck Levi!" He starts to thrust into you, hissing at the way your pussy gets used to him with ease. His hands are gripping your hips as he is fucking you roughly on the counter in the messy kitchen, your moans and lewd wet sounds echoing off the walls. Levi leaves sloppy kisses on your neck, his cock pounding you deep, it was sloppy and messy but neither of you cared. Levi was only determined to do one thing; get you pregnant.

"You feel so good. So fucking wet and warm. Fuck." He growls, your pussy clenches around his length anytime he slams back into you. It drives him crazy, you were made for him and wouldn't have it any other way. Your eyes start to roll back, your hands grabbing his shoulders, messing up his perfect green shirt. You whine when he speeds up, biting your lip so hard you might make it bleed. He feels so good inside of you. So perfect.

"You feel so good, Levi!" One of your hands grabs the nape of his neck, softly rubbing his skin. "Yeah? You like me fucking you like this?" You nod, your head throws back when you feel that warm sensation built up in your lower stomach, you won't last long and but the way Levi's cock is twitching inside of you, neither will he.

"I'll cum so fucking deep inside of you. I will get you pregnant, I promise, baby." His thrusts grow more erratic, and he grunts loudly, he can't wait to fill you up with his seed. With last few hard thrusts, he cums inside of you making you cum too. Your fingers dig into the skin of his nape, a loud moan of his name escaping your lips.

He moves his hips against yours gently, his head buried in your shoulder kissing it softly. Levi stays inside of you for a few minutes, just releasing in the feel of your warm walls. Then, he pulls out but quickly puts two fingers inside of you, making you yelp in surprise. "I don't want you to waste a single drop...fuck.."

"We are going again." Before you can protest, he picks your body up and carries you the the table, swooping everything off it, and making a mess on the floor however he doesn't care, not now. Putting you on the table, he takes your legs and puts them over his shoulder and then enters you again without struggle.

"Mhhhh Levi!" You grip the edges of the desk when he starts to move, his pace rough. "Yeah, that's it. Take it all like a good girl you are." He kisses your claf, fucking you fast and rough making the desk shake under you. Your monas are so loud, you're certain that people outside could hear you. His cock is deeper this time, this position allowed him to make you see stars, it won't take him much to make you cum but you'll try to hold on as much as you can.

The view Levi has is filthy, his cock is coated with his and your cum, he watches as his length slides in and out of you. You open your eyes looking up at him, despite the scar across his face, he will still the most handsome man you have ever laud your eyes on and you would be more than happy to have his children.

"Fuck yeah, I'll make a mommy. I'll give my my child." His grip on your legs he tighter, his pace starts to pick up. One of his hands runs down your legs and down to your stomach, he gently presses on your navel, your mouth drops open, a scream of his name leaving your lips. It was all too much, he knew exactly how to push you over the edge. He smirks and then moves his finger to your pussy, rubbing your clit gently as he pounds into you.

At some point his cock hits your cervix, your vision starts to get blurry, the mixture between pain and pleasure was perfect and just like that, you squirt all over his shaft, shivering. "Oh good fucking girl. You're so messy, baby." He slows his pace down however he is still fucking you hard, reaching the deepest parts of you. The desk under you is wet, the juices dripping from your pussy make this all so lewd.

Your hands grip his forearms, your nails digging into his flesh. Levi lifts your hips up slightly, so he can fuck you even deeper if possible. "Yes, fuck yes. I am so close. I'll fill you up. You wanna make me a daddy huh pretty girl?" You can't event respond, only whimpers are coming out of your mouth and fuck, Levi enjoys seeing you all stupid because of him.

With a hard slam of his hips, he spills deep inside of you, filling you up to the brim. He growls, the feeling of him doing this was way better than he thought. He stays in you for a little while, before pulling out, watching as his cum drips out of you.

"Oh I definitely got your pregnant now..."

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[kneelingshadowsalome]

König masterlist

Minotaur!König x Ariadne!Reader {Mythical AU, dubcon smut, 18+}

There’s nothing but ripped shreds of skin where the eyes should be, and instead of looking at you from the sides, they’re greeting you from the front. The horns are sturdy, but otherwise, the colossal head is a bit skewed... Thick patches of fur sticking out as if it was years and years old, and then – you realize it’s not his head; it’s only an illusion. There’s a man under there. A full, grown man who’s made himself a terrible helmet out of a bull’s carcass. 

Part 1 | Part 2

Christian Woman {Romance, fluff, smut, 18+}

König x Nun!Reader | This man could be your brother, you tell yourself. He could be a long-distance cousin. There’s nothing fishy going on around here, and he’s just visiting. You miss a few midday prayers, and once, your chores, and the relationship turns out to be far from platonic. König can’t even keep his eyes in check. 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Possession {Dark fic, angst, smut, 18+}

König x Maid!Reader | Poor thing doesn’t know that he may be rich and powerful and strong, but he’s not kind. He’s not considerate, and he’s not perfect. He’s her worst nightmare, he's everything a woman would despise. 

FATUM NOS IUNGEBIT {Historical AU. Roman Auxilia soldier!König with his spoils of war gf. Slow burn, romance, fluff, eventual smut, 18+}

König x F!Reader | The soldiers behind him shift with lust – their gear clinks as they devour you with unbridled hunger. The Titan is the only one who looks at you like you’re simply a cute little squirrel who happened to fall from a tree right there at his feet. Then his eyes drop to your breasts, and the familiar hunger that lives in men gives the ocean of his eyes a clouded look. When his stare finds yours again, he's a different man: the treacherous beast of your dreams.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Valkyrie {Dubcon, smut, flangst, romance, 18+}

Virgin!König x F!OC | The situation had indeed taken a turn into a sick fairytale. Like, come on. Valkyrie and König? Some stupid hippie would've loved that: how it was meant to be, destined, even, that the two of them had met. That she was a damsel in distress, and he was here to save her from the ring of fire.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Just Friends {Dark romance, smut, violence, heavy angst, 18+ WARNING: Not safe or sane}

König x F!Reader | She's far too kind, that's what people always say, but she's also neck-deep into this goddamn creep at this point to do anything about it. The building is full of muscled men, men who are decent, and she chooses this… gift-bearing perv to crush on. In her judgment system, she's basically asking for it at this point.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Even Demons are Lonely {Angst, pining, König POV, yandere, 18+} He comes back after a mission {Fluff, mild smut, angst, yandere, 18+} Just Friends playlist (by @evil-squint-etc) Art for Just Friends by @shizukaay0

[andersonfilms]

Abbys reaction to you telling her how hot she is while making out: "you're so hot I can't stand it it drives me crazy." - maybe the first time or one of the first times

ALL MY LOVE IS FREE

tags: eighteen+, lesbians obsessed with each other, had to post during lesbian visibilty week like c'mon???, just a big bag of fluff packaged with light steam, abby being a nervous goofball, sfw with suggestive themes.

an. sorry i kinda disappeared with posts. new collab is taking over my brain. but wanted to at least post something. can't wait for y'all to get a taste. until then, i'll be finishing the requests in my inbox (hopefully). with all the love, ray.

the end of your first date with abby marks a colossal milestone, especially for the two of you. the moment almost seemed monumental. taking one year of abby’s pining, six months of flirting and six months of tiptoeing while you were with someone else. respectfully, waiting until a month after the breakup, she asks you out.

unimaginable expectations abby had before going into tonight, but all she had to offer it seems was her nerves. god, she was acting like a dumb, mumbling, dork tonight. saying the first thought coming to mind, but it makes you laugh. when abby nearly eats it on the sidewalk, tripping over a crack of grout in the cement. your soft angelic voice taking her out for a moment, the only thing centering her from having a meltdown. 

“baby, are you alright? be careful, honey.” there it is, angelic. “wouldn’t want you to fall.” the first pet names hurled her way by you, making her heartbeat faster than she could keep up with. you cut her off at her knees, ensuring you are the only person she could ever want.

fuck, fuck, fuck.

it’s pretty obvious who was in control the entire night. if the two of you are friends, this night has a year of expectations, hopes, goals to meet and abby felt like she was failing. deeply.

as she walks you up to the front door, she knows the only thing she accomplished was letting you down. nothing went the way she thought it was going to. everything felt off. worst of all, your silence snuffs her out, completely.

you grab her hands, pulling her up the stairs with you. the collar feels too hot, tense, off. delicate fingers playing with the collar before you unclasp the buttons, keeping down before you move to her chest, placing your hand on abby’s inconsistent heartbeat.

“can i? s’tense, need you to loosen up for me. alright?” abby nods, accepting you can read her like the back of your hand. she just doesn’t want you to stop touching her. “get out of this head of yours. s’just me and you, no one else.” your nimble fingers pop the first three buttons, revealing her freckled chest, dipping into her sternum, giving you a delicious preview. she takes a deep breath, and you believe it’s the first one she’s allowed herself since she showed up with a bouquet of flowers in hand. 

“‘m sorry, i didn’t mean to ruin tonight. i just— it’s you. y’know? i’ve never wanted someone like this. been friends for ages and this is just everything. you are everything. i’ll never live with myself if i let you slip through my fingers.” her heartbeat calms under your touch the longer abby speaks, bringing a warmness to your own. “don’t worry about all of it. you’re not going to. i won’t let you.” 

“okay.” abby says as she gets lost in the light in your eyes. the fire visible behind yours. the way she’s looking at you? fuck. unimaginable desire — all for you. it almost seems too good to be true. like you don’t deserve it. waiting for the pin to drop, all the misery drowning you with it. “did you have a good time tonight?” 

“yes baby, i did.” you smirk as she inches forward, closing you into your front door. back pressed against it, her small breasts pressed to your chest, her free hand extended, next to your head as it lays flat on the door.

“s’good. wouldn’t want to kiss you if the date was bad.” all the confidence is back. the abby who flirted with you shamelessly for months on end. knowing you’re happy is enough for her. it’s all she needs to know to let the loser in her fall to ashes. but you taking the reins for a moment, does something so visceral inside her. she nearly doesn’t know how to act until her instincts kick in. 

she’ll satisfy you — just in the way she knows how. 

“what are y—” abby pressed her body weight into you, strong hips pinning you against the door using one of her hands to pin both of yours above your head. you’re whimpering, signaling your shock but the whine omitting from your lips tells abby your pussy is shocked. soaked.

“doing what i should have done months ago.” her pink plump lips meet yours, taking complete control over you. but you welcome it with open arms. she grunts in your mouth causing you to gasp as abby’s tongue enters your mouth. massaging it with yours in a swift battle for dominance. 

it’s too much but also not enough. you’re grinding against her, your crotch kissing hers as you lift a leg, wrapping it around her waist. she continues kissing you like her entire life depends on it. not letting you feel anything but her. she’ll be your everything and you’re not leaving until you understand it just as much as her. “abs—” you mumble in her mouth, abby relinquishes the tight grip on her hands.

immediately your hands are woven in her hair. tugging at the golden hair, as you try to pull her closer to you, if it was even possible. but the two of you have to come up for air, abby the first one to break as she chuckles at both of your heaving chests. 

“fuck, you’re so hot, baby. can’t stand it.” you peck her lips softly. admiring how puffy and swollen they look from her ministrations. god, you want her to devour you once again. “‘m, drives me crazy.” you admit, taking in the intoxicating smirk on her face. you’re not made into a fumbling mess easily. the both of you know it. that’s how abby knows it in her bones, she has you. fuck, she can’t ever imagine letting go. 

[serpentface]

The goddess Arweny, depicted in Setem-Whe ornamental style. She is usually described as a female elowey protruding from the jaws of a gigantic serpent, or as a small snake with a rat perpetually stuck in its throat.

She is considered to be one of many local spirits of the wilds across the vast forested region known as Nekhuatseth, and is venerated (and cursed) as the god of the hunt-interrupted. She is believed to lend strength and speed to hunted quarry, allowing them to escape predation against insurmountable odds. She is completely impartial, and will lend her mercy to an insect just as easily as she would to a person.

Hunters blame her when what seems to be a certain kill escapes, and pray to her when they find themselves hunted. In many places, it is believed that she will hide all prey if she is not appeased, and as such is left offerings of fruit and wine before any expedition. It is common in rural parts of Nekhuatseth to wear amulets depicting her likeness to ward off attacks from wild beasts.

A folktale from the Sykhilic cult (a Nekh and Setem-Whe religious order devoted to a lunar goddess, scattered in temples at the edges of wilderness areas) intends to teach youths about the dangers and impartiality of the wilds, and illustrates beliefs about Arweny's intervention in the cycle of hunter and hunted.

A young hunter walked alone through the wilds in the heat of the dry season. They were on their rite of passage, and as such were armed only with a knife and could feed only on what game and forage they found on their journey. They were three days in, tired and hungry and missing the comfort of the city more and more with every step.

The hunter stopped at the edge of a clearing to eat a few clumps of dry, tasteless grass. They chewed miserably and dreamed of the great feast that would be held upon their return, when they heard a sudden snap. The youth had only a moment to turn before a great beast seized them in its claws. A tyger had been stalking them, and now pinned them to the earth under one massive paw!

Thinking fast, the young hunter called upon one of the wild gods of these parts. 

“Arweny! Rat-Who-Chokes-The-Snake! Please, lend me your strength!”

And there was a great rustling in the bush, a sliding, slithering sound, and a cackle of frightful laughter. And the hunter felt every muscle in their body seize with a great strength, and they wrenched themself out of the stinking cat’s grasp.

The youth scampered up a tree and sat in its high boughs with their breast heaving. The cat paced below in helpless agitation, for the branches were far too lithe to support its great weight.

The great beast stalked away, and the hunter cried out their thanks to the lord of the triumphant prey and nursed their wounds.

The young hunter walked along deer trails all day, but there was no quarry to be seen, and the scents were weeks old and unpromising. With hunger now gnawing painfully at their gut, they came upon a great river. There were water lillies growing in the shallows with thick, tasty bulbs, and the air was alive with frogsong. The youth crept out into the muddy water, hoping to find something good to eat.

But a slight ripple on the water filled their gut with ice. Their instinct told them to be afraid, and in the fraction of a second, they whispered, “Arweny, lord of the hunt-interrupted, lend me your speed.”

And in that same moment, a colossal riverdrake sprang forth from the murk, faster than the hunter could have run. But their body was seized with a great quickness, and they leapt into the air, high above the drake’s head, and came down upon its jaws, forcing them shut with a snap!

As they sprang away from the beast, they heard a wet slithering sound, and that same cackle of triumph. They silently thanked the lord of the biting quarry, and ran far from the river and its dangers.

But now, the hunter was near starved. The small insects and dessicated grasses they had found along the way did little to abate their hunger. They needed to make a kill or they would surely starve.

And as if by divine will, they came across a river hog hopelessly tangled in a thorny mass of dead vines. It squealed and strained with all its might, but to no avail. The hog collapsed to its side and laid still, chest heaving and showing the terrified whites of its eyes. The hunter sighed in relief and drew their blade.

And suddenly, the hog trembled and burst away, ripping up and dragging all the vines along with it! The hunter was frozen in shock. How was this possible? The hog was as good as dead!

And as if to answer that question, they heard that same slithering, the sound of something heavy dragging its long body over the dry leafbed. And they heard that same cackle, a laugh of triumph, as the prey fled and the hunter starved.

[localboobsenjoyer]

It's already November? So it's finally time for the no-nut November, uh? That's great, honey. Keep up the good work. I will just be here, playing with my bare massive tits like always. I've also invited my friend that you like so much since she's the only girl that I know with boobs bigger than mine. She is also playing with her massive, heavy breast. Look at you; clearly rock hard but still holding strong. It would be a shame if we let our boobs grow, right? Just a couple of sizes, nothing fancy. Obviously the progress would be super slow since the growth is itself the most important thing. There we go, observe as our already colossal tits grow even bigger, surpassing everything that you have ever seen, even on the internet. We would be right at home in one of those hentai that you read online.

Ok, that should do it. I must be a J cup while she is surely way ahead of me in the alphabet. But judging by that stain in your pants, our job here is done. Remember that despite this, I still love you, hubby; I just think that this no-nut November thing is stupid. And hey, you will get to enjoy these babies starting tonight. Since you already came once, there is no need to keep going, right?

[cottonlemonade]

Six And A Half Minutes [part 2]

word count: 1758 || avg. reading time: 7 mins.

pairing: University!AU Suna x chubby!Reader

genre: Smut. Dunno what else y’all were expecting. Smut. Like. Smut smut. Lowkey also works as porn without plot.

warnings: mdni, nsfw, swearing, loving degradation(?) - Any coherent, non-horny thoughts have left the building. You have been warned.

here is part 1 for context

You were blushing looking at his cock and because you didn’t know what else to do you just said a quiet, “Thank you.”

“Thank you?”

“Yeah.”

“But you didn’t cum, did you?“

“Well… no but … A for effort?“

He scoffed but there was a careful edge to his voice now.

“I told you six and a half minutes weren‘t enough.“

Your head was still swimming and quite frankly, you still hadn‘t been able to take your eyes off of the bulge in his gray sweats.

You really really wanted to touch him but you couldn‘t just reach out and… take him, could you? Gosh, you imagined he‘d feel so warm in your hand. You wondered if he was hard because he had just been holding some breasts or because they were yours… Your eyes focused on his outline again and you all but licked your lips. Mmh, what would his cock taste like?

“Six and a half minutes is plenty.“, you suddenly hear yourself say, finally tearing your eyes away and meeting his gaze, “I‘ll show you.“

You saw the twitch in his sweats.

Rintarou didn‘t move, probably scared to break the spell. His eyes widened when, with pink dusted cheeks, you scooted closer and began raising his shirt. Another throb went through his dick.

You swallowed at seeing the lean muscles of his torso. Of course you‘d seen him without his shirt plenty of times. At the sea or after a game but this was definitely not the same. You never… looked until now. And you scolded yourself for what colossal a waste of time that had been.

You were about to run your fingers along the ridges of his muscles when you snapped out of it.

“Uhm, timer.“, you said and tapped around on his phone to set it again.

Then you reached for the blindfold and held it out to him.

But he shook his head, still staring at you.

“A-alright. Uhm, let‘s go.“

You felt the wetness pooling in your panties when you leaned in and kissed his chest. How had he kept his thoughts straight, this was absolutely insane!

Flicking your tongue and fingers over his nipples made him hold his breath.

You couldn‘t help but keep throwing glances downward to his sweats. In all fairness the twitching was a great indicator if you were on the right track - like the world‘s most bizarre metronome. You giggled at the absurdity of the thought and felt his hand gently settling on the back of your head, stroking your hair. After a few pats, his fingers slipped lower to caress the back of your neck and you shuddered, clenching your pussy around nothing. You were sure you had soaked through your pajama shorts at this point and would not be surprised if you felt your juices drip down your thighs. He smelled so good having just come out of the shower…

A glance at the timer told you you only had four minutes left. But you were having so much fun! Letting your teeth gently tug at his nipples, you ran your hand over his stomach, delighted to see another twitch.

And then his free hand slid into his sweats and your eyes widened when you saw him pushing the waistband further and further down.

“What are you…“, you trailed off, too mesmerized to look away or to stop letting your tongue wander over his chest.

“I don’t wanna nut in my sweats.“, he groaned.

Oh God, his cock looked so good. Thick but not too thick it lay hard against his stomach. You wanted to touch it so badly, but that might be pushing it, you thought. Instead you tried to focus on his nipples again, but watching him twitch like that… you were actually starting to drool a little. Maybe you could suggest it somehow, but how on earth would you make it sound casual that you wanted to milk him dry?

Another minute down.

Rintarou felt drunk watching your every move as you licked his chest. He wanted to touch you, wanted to see how wet you were, feel you, taste you. His cock had never been this hard. He needed to cum right this second. Preferably inside of you but he would settle for whatever you would offer. But as sure as he was that you could make him cum untouched if he waited a little longer, he couldn‘t take it anymore and wrapped his free hand around his cock.

“Rin-“

“Just helping you…“, he said, closing his eyes for a second to focus, putting his head back and letting out a needy pant before focusing on you again, slowly pumping his shaft.

Maybe you could … if you… hm. With a clear goal in mind you ran your hand again over his chest and stomach. But further this time, brushing your fingertips against his lower abdomen in the process.

And then did it again.

This time your hand stayed there, massaging the new territory you just reached.

You heard him swallow and etched closer to his hand going up and down on his cock.

He knew what you were doing. His movements slowed and as if by accident he let his fingers brush yours, then lifted his hand to his tip so that the base of his shaft was now touching your hand. You gave the cutest little gasp but didn‘t move. You stopped paying attention to his chest and just watched him jerk his cock over your chubby little hand.

“Go on.“, he said, his voice barely more than a whisper.

You didn‘t need to ask what he meant and you didn‘t hesitate.

“Fuck, y/n.“, he moaned when your fingers closed around him. He let go off his cock, only to tenderly cover your small hand with his.

Directing your motions he guided you up to the tip, wetting your palm with his precum.

“Just like that…“, he breathed, stroking your hair again with his other hand.

You moved closer, fascinated. Of course you had given handjobs to your ex but this was definitely not the same.

“Can I suck your tits again?“ The almost desperate question caught you off guard. You looked at him for the first time since the timer started.

You nodded and as if in a trance straightened up a little. The position was rather awkward, he would have to strain his neck to the side too much.

When you moved to straddle his thigh, Rintarou was about to give up. You could have him - body and soul. He was yours. Fuck. With his help you lifted your shirt again.

His hands were pretty full now so he had to use his teeth this time to pull down the cups of your bra.

“Hold this for me.“ He brought the hem of your shirt up to your mouth where you obediently took it between your lips. This allowed him to snake his arm around your back and hold you close while also groping your other breast. You were so fucking soft.

The marks he left behind before on your skin shone brightly. He took your nipple into his mouth again, barely holding back a moan - like the one you would let out when a long day’s craving was finally met - he bucked his hips when your hand twisted a little around his cock.

In the process his thigh forced its way up between your legs and you surprised him with a downright filthy gasp.

He cursed with a chuckle, lips attached to your flesh and made sure to keep his thigh where it now very clearly belonged, pressing rhythmically against you.

A wet patch quickly formed on his sweats when you started to ride him.

The timer chimed.

“Don’t stop.”, he begged immediately, pulling you even closer to him and taking your other nipple between his lips.

“A-ah… mmmh…!“

The ignored timer got a little louder.

“Cum for me. Cum on my thigh, baby.“

And you did.

He was ready to burst when you rode out your high. Letting your shirt hem drop out of your mouth, you slumped over, your forehead resting on his shoulder, panting cutely, your hand still on his cock. He turned off the timer, flexing his thigh a little once again. Rintarou kept his hands under your shirt, gently playing with your nipple, “Usin’ my thigh like that and now yer hiding yer face… yer just the most adorable little slut, aren’t ya?”

You looked up and he panicked, “I am so sorry, I didn’t mean-”

You squeezed his cock.

“Say that again.”

You felt him twitch in your hand.

Then he smirked. “My sweet“, he set a gentle kiss on your neck, “gorgeous“, brushing up your shirt for the third time tonight, a kiss landed between your breasts, “delicious“, he sucked on your nipple, “perfect“, finally he set a kiss on your collarbone and brushed his lips up to your ear, running his tongue along the shell, “little slut.”

You ground your clothed sensitive pussy against his leg again for a moment before climbing off, your hand not leaving his cock, the tip of which was the most angry red by now. He was about to throw you on your back and pump you so full of cum it would leak down your plush thighs for a week, when you knelt on the couch and, brushing your hair behind your ear, lowered your head.

“Oh my fuckin’ god…”

You kissed his stomach a few times, then started gently suckling at the bulbous head in your hand, tasting the salty precum and pushing the tip of your tongue to his cock slit.

“Ahhh, y/n the fuck … don’t stop, shit.”

You took him deeper. He soon hit the back of your throat but you had only taken maybe a third of him. So you gripped the base of his shaft tighter and twisted your chubby hand again.

“Wait, nngh, ahh, wait… I’m gonna cum.”

You didn‘t stop, pressing your tongue flat against him, rubbing the vein running along the underside.

At the first sound of gagging around his cock, you felt Rintarou‘s cum spurt down your throat.

You swallowed it all. With a wet plop you released him and met his eyes, a small satisfied smile on your lips.

He looked completely dazed.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.”, he managed to croak, after a few endless moments, voice raspy and breathless.

“Wha- why?”

“Cause I want you to be comfortable when I make you cum on my tongue.”

part 3

✨ @priv-rose @nyctophilicroses ✨

[cosycafune]

CHOSO'S GUILTY PLEASURE

1.4k words. choso’s usually unwilling to take you from behind. however, seeing you so gushy, filled with him, from missionary, leaves him curious. how can he resist your doe eyes and your batting eyelashes? that’s like depriving himself of his favourite sight: you.

acts: missionary, creampies, unprotected sex, back shots, messiness, teasing, slight rough sex, cuddling, sizing, size difference, fluff, size difference and new experiences.

a/n: if he had enough time, he'd eat it from behind.

BATTERED, filled immensely, your twinking eyes greet Choso’s loved ones. Grinning, you softly glance up at a satisfied Choso – unwilling to allow his devoted self to pull out. Inevitably, you knew Choso had a heavy breeding kink – so you couldn’t help but entertain that occasionally.

Admiring a trembling Choso, you observe his divine features contort with satisfaction as he lodges you with his heavy spurts of cum. Situated in missionary, you involuntarily tighten around Choso – gasping at his immense arrays of baby batter swelling your womb.

“Cho’, are you trying to get… me pregnant?” Breathily taunting him, Choso gently gifts you deep thrusts – his neverending sexual urges insatiable.

“I wouldn't mind seeing you full, marked with my child,” Responding choppily, Choso continues to needily thrust into your mystical cunt.

Compelled by your gushy, soppy cunt, Choso shakily grunts and whimpers within your ear tenderly. Biting the shell of your ear, Choso casts himself into furthering his colossal cock – admiring the lewd ivory ring around your cunt. Observing your cunt accommodate him, sucking mercilessly on him, completely enthralled a pussy-stricken Choso. Nothing within him longed to pull out, whether or not your family’s fated to return in an hour.

Content, mellow at the prevailing mess on your girly sheets, Choso shifts his lips upon your own – caging you with his hearty love. To you, each whimper, grunt, wail or cry from him was enough to ignore everything within the complex world. No, it pushed you into longing for him to take you from behind – his fertile balls slamming against your swole clit.

“Cho’, do you want to try something new?” Questioning a halting Choso, you elaborate – battering your eyelashes suggestively.

“Hm? What’d you wanna try, my love?” Curling up at Choso’s whiny, gruff response, you grow immensely flustered.

Unable to tame the stammering of your heart, you involuntarily avoid Choso’s intimidating gaze – struggling to command your breaths. Sexually yearning, your ample breasts rise and fall – prompting Choso into gifting you a boyish grin. A boyish grin before he so deeply bucks his toned hips into you, watching you cutely arch – forced to greet his commanding, lidded eyes.

“Want you to take me from behind,” Pouting, planting your request within his ears, you softly moan.

Right now, you fruitfully had to conduct your intimate point – unwilling to puddle at Choso’s monstrous cock ruling your abdomen. Even with your cute stomach bulge being prevalent, and your smaller frame beneath him, you knew you would have to convince Choso. After all, doggy style was a position he openly frowned upon. Choso fell completely disheartened whenever you suggested it, not longing to be departed from your face.

The concept of denying himself each contortion of your sex-driven face, your bouncing breasts, your rolling eyes, and the drool that consistently puddles from your lips, he disdained missing it. Not having you before him, gasping while he creampies you, filling your womb with contentment, causes him to waver slightly.

“‘You sure?” Gently questioning you, Choso cunningly withdraws his cock from your soppy cunt – glancing so eagerly at you.

“I’m so sure, Cho’,” Whining, reassuring him, you curl into him drawing you impossibly nearer to him – relishing each curve and contort of your physique.

Lulled by your consent, Choso compels himself into softly admiring you shift onto your back. Observing you, your back ethereally arching, Choso grins towards the swaying sight of your bubble butt.

Stitched with a hungering desire, Choso bites his lips – whining at the plump curve of your cunt. Simply seeing the fattiness of it, his trails of thick semen fluttering out of your stuffed cunt, broke Choso’s self-restraint. Just seeing your bubble butt so marked up with love bites, tingling, and faint slap marks, made Choso feel so dizzy.

“Fuck, you look so good,” Trembling with longing, Choso voices his lustful thoughts – bringing you closer to him.

“Take me,” Egging Choso on, you softly whine.

Scrambling Choso’s mind, you slip your fingers towards your flaunted cunt – lewdly rubbing your cum-stained clit. Taunting a breathless Choso, you softly moan – allowing him to see your fingers endowed with his cum. It made you grin heavily, wishing you could witness the flustered tint on Choso’s face. Such a thing made you moan louder, completely consumed by Choso’s low gaze watching you play with his webbed cum on your squelchy, dripping cunt.

“Shit, ‘need you now, baby,” Grunting, Choso voices his primal longing – steadying his hips so painfully near your own.

“Ah! I’m yours,” Mewling, you playfully speak, gently posing your doughy ass before Choso’s rubbing tip.

Gasping, you hungrily feel Choso’s overpowering fingers knead your spongy ass. Needily moaning, you tremble at the feeling of Choso’s wide cockhead. Innately, he nudges his pulsating cock against your fluttering folds — listening to the squelching that emerges.

“So warm,” Choso lowly grumbles, teasing you through submerging his smooth cockhead into your cunt.

Enchanted, Choso admires your cunt suck on the tip of his cock — pushing him into subconsciously nudging more of him in. More while you almost falter, leading to him using a single hand to steady your hip — consuming you entirely.

Unable to halt your stings of desperations and mewls, you jolt at Choso’s arising curiosity. Curiosity that he feeds through burrowing his ample cock further into your devouring cunt, watching it mould and stretch around his abnormally thick cock.

“Mhm, can you handle…it?” Cunningly questioning you, Choso observes your physique almost crumble.

Naturally, you’re struggling to take his cock from this angle — feeling a deepness that penetrates your fluttering abdomen. Breathless, you’re beautifully gasping — sexually mulling over Choso’s prominent neediness.

“Mhm, ‘can…handle,” Attempting to convince yourself, Choso fuzzily chuckles — burrowing his degrading cock so deeply within your yelping cunt.

“Ah! Cho’!” Trembling with intricate pleasure, you crazily weep with satisfaction — your eyes sensually rolling back.

“So…deep,” Whimpering, Choso relishes your vaginal warmth — his ears warming at the overbearing sensation.

“You’re…twitching already?” Muttering your inquiry, you purr at the deep feeling of Choso’s cock — enthralled.

“Ngh, s-so…warm,” Choppily speaking, Choso subconsciously begins to thrust into you — grasping your doughy ass to further his cock.

Desperately consumed by his longing, Choso firmly holds up your ass cheek — admiring how obedient your cunt is. Smitten, he admires the thick strings of his old cum that lingers — along with the snowy ring that adorns his veiny cunt.

“M-More…Cho’!” Pleading, your mouth drools consistently — your features smeared whorishly against the sheets.

“Mhm,” Choso’s mentally strained, consumed by the gushy, macaroni sound of your voluptuous cunt.

Buzzing, insatiable, Choso fixates on your puffy cunt vacuuming him in — prettily flaunting his lodged cock. Lazily grinning, Choso can’t help but instinctively thicken his pace — listening to your strained moans.

“Hmm! Yes!” Moaning frantically, Choso thrusts eagerly — growing lost within the hypnotic warmth of your cunt.

“This…position,” Choso gasps with his words, his pace growing rougher and needier.

Trembling, clenching around Choso with gluttony, you beautifully cry towards the harshness of Choso’s rhythmic hips. They cause you to viciously arch, completely compelled and contorted by the largeness of his balls slapping against your soppy clit.

“D-Don’t know if I…can last,” Enveloped by Choso’s jittery words, you feel him harden drastically — completely stuffing himself within your alluring cunt.

“S-Same,” Gifting yourself the chance to release, you subconsciously tighten around Choso — feeling him completely falter.

“S-Shit!” Clampering vigorously around Choso, you listen to his heavy moans — unable to restrain his ethereal pace.

Incapable of holding your overstimulated self up, you gasp at Choso’s fertile punches of cum — kissing your womb. Nothing within you held a beacon of strength, rendered into a stuffed mess.

“‘So good.” Muttering sluggishly, Choso softly pulls out of you. A blissful squelching sound flees from you, leaving you content.

“Baby, it’s almost…eight,” Tiredly warning you, Choso snuggles within your nude arms — seeking indefinite comfort.

“We have five minutes left,” Lovingly responding to him, you glance down at your cum-swelled physique — basking in Choso’s physical vulnerability.

“We’ll get…caught,” Slightly bothered, Choso informs you. He relishes the gentle curves of your breast, enamoured by your thunderous heartbeat.

“Mhm,” Replying to Choso, you simply nod — settling a kiss upon the top of his head.

“One more thing,” Content, Choso speaks up — lulled by sexually exhausting you.

“Hm, my love?” Attentive towards Choso’s voiced needs, you question him — smothering his flushed cheeks with peppered kisses.

“Lemme take you from behind more often,” Flustered, Choso murmurs. His beautiful face lightly scrunches with irritation; his usually aloof facade is missing.

“Always,” Grinning, you breathily answer — overwhelmed by Choso’s heartfelt gaze.

His eyes always twinkle with love. After this, you knew everything would change.

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[herfinestblog]

cw: vampire!sukuna, trueform!sukuna, cunilligus, fingering , dirty talk.

vampire!sukuna who comes knocking at your window just to get a taste of that sweet pussy of yours that's been on his mind.

he had your breast pressed up against your bedroom window, the moonlight shined through your sheer white curtains kissing your soft skin. the man had you on your tippy toes and nightgown bunched up around your hips. he pushed your ass up getting a better view of soppy cunt, your juices filthy soaking up your inner thighs.

“ryo” you whined, his breathe hitting against your clit as he spat between your folds a fat glob of spit trickling down your entrance, connecting his lips to your pussy. he latched his hot mouth on your puffy clit sucking harshly on your bud. you bit your lip sealing your salacious moans.

“wanna hear you, girl.” sukuna growled landing a heavy smack on your ass. he release your clit with a loud pop before he stuck out his wet tongue running it between your sloppy folds, giving you heavy and hard licks. he’s shoving his face against your cunt as he’s lapping up your juices like a starved man. he’s not only doing this for your pleasure but his too, the sweet taste of you pussy enough to satisfy his craving.

you wiggle your ass as his fangs skim against your sluice clit making you moan throbbing against his tongue your hips grinding themselves back against his tongue as you greedily fucked his face. his tongue went down to your soppy hole tongue flicking vehemently.

"good girll" he lowly moaned as he placed open-mouthed kisses on your pussy as you throb against his tongue. you reach back tugging at his hair as your back arches more making him hiss, his colossal hands running all across your small body.

his thick tongue delves into your sloppy hole—sloshing inside your pussy, your lips parting letting out loud moans you tried to close your legs only for sukuna to push open even wider. “ngh, ryo” he pushed his face deeper into your pussy the tip of his nose rubbing against your slit. “s’feel so good ryo, right there.”

your eyes rolled back feeling your legs start to grow weak and clit more sensitive than before. he slid in two of his thick, long fingers stretching you out. “m’gonna cum.” you squeeze tightly around him as his fingers thrusting inside your soaked, gripping walls. the wet squelches of his two fingers plunging in and out of your wet pussy, curling them deep inside you.

“always so greedy.” he purrs warm breath hitting against your cunt, as you roll your hips back against his face the vibrations coming from his throat sending shivers throughout your body. a cute mewl leaves your mouth as you feel your stomach coiling.

your legs started to quiver, body going limp soon cumming on his tongue swallowing every last drop overstimulates your orgasm lips sucking on your clit one last time cleaning you all up.

[the-fiction-witch]

We Could Help

Media - House Of The Dragon Characters - Lucerys Velaryon & Jacaerys Velaryon Couple - Lucerys Velaryon X Reader X Jacaerys Velaryon Reader - Y/n (Rhaynera's Sister, wife of Gwanye Hightower) Rating - 18 + smut / incest / threeway / foreplay / fingering / breast play / nipple play / breast sucking / licking / masturbating / stripping / fingering / ejaculate / Word Count - 1848

Requested -

hello, can u please write a smut fic with Jace x Reader x Luke? the reader is Rhaenyra's sister, they are very close. she went to Dragonstone to spend some time with them, when she arrived Jace and Luke were training with the sword, when they went to greet her in her chambers she start complaining that her breast hurt from her previous pregnancy, so both Jace and Luke tell her they can help her, both put one of her tits in their mouths and begin to suck her breasts and they completely strip her of her dress while touching themselves, Reader lets them do it and is amused by their resourcefulness, she too gets very excited ♥️

Jacaerys and Lucerys stood on the pristine beach of Dragonstone, the ancient castle looming behind them against a backdrop of clear blue skies. The Knight Ser Lucas diligently watched over them as they honed their swordsmanship skills with their practice blades. The metallic clang of steel meeting steel reverberated through the air, mingling with the rhythmic symphony of waves relentlessly crashing onto the soft, golden sand.

Lucerys turns his head slightly seeming to catch some sound in his ear,

“Attention Lucerys!” Ser Lucas reminds,

“Yes Ser,” Lucerys nodded,

“Actually…” Jacaerys stopped briefly too as he perked up a little,

“You heard it too!” Lucerys argued,

“Nope,” Jacaerys chuckled swinging at his brother’s ankles and knocking him to the floor,

“... ughh dick,” Lucerys complained as he landed on the wet sand,

Jace dragged Luke back up to his feet much to Luke’s annoyance,

“Jace!” He complained pushing him off,

“...Wait,” Jacaerys began looking across the sky,

“I’m not falling for it again,” Lucerys sighed,

As everyone held their breath, a deafening screech pierced the air, announcing the arrival of a magnificent black and blue dragon. Its colossal wings momentarily blocked the sun as it soared downwards, its claws skimming the water's surface as it raced past the beach at an exhilarating speed. The boys instinctively crouched as the dragon swooped by, its sheer power and size leaving them in awe. After a thrilling display, the dragon gracefully circled back and ascended towards the entrance of the dragon mount.

Lucerys and Jacaerys met eyes and spoke simultaneously, “Aunt Y/n,”

“Ser Lucas may we-” Jacaerys began,

“No.” Ser Lucas answered,

“Please Ser,” Lucerys begged,

“... Alright,” Ser Lucas sighed,

“Yes!” Jacaerys immediately stabbed his sword and bolted for the stairwell,

Lucerys handed Ser Lucas his sword and bolted after his brother, “Thank you, Ser Lucas!” He called as he ran,

Jacaerys and Lucerys sprinted through the dimly lit corridors of Dragonstone castle, their urgent footsteps echoing off the ancient stone walls. Their only focus was reaching the chamber where they knew she would be. As they finally arrived at the towering door, their pounding hearts drove them to push it open without pause, disregarding any formalities like knocking. They darted inside, the rush of air displaced by their entrance swirling around the room as they came to a sudden halt, gasping for breath after their full-tilt sprint.

“Can- Can- Can we see the baby?” Jacaerys gasped,

“Please,” Lucerys whimpered,

Y/n turned from the small wooden crib still dressed in her dragon riding attire, of black leather trousers, boots, and a laced-up red leather jacket, she rested a hand on her hip and jokingly spoke, “Hello Aunt Y/n, How are you? How was your journey?”

“Sorry Aunt Y/n…” Lucerys blushed, “But can we… pretty please?”

“Yes come on, but you must be quiet,” she told them,

Both did their best to bolt over as quietly as they could to the little carved cradle where the newborn lay,

“She fell asleep on dragon back on the way here,”

“She’s so cute!” Luke smiled,

“Shhhh...” she reminds,

“Sorry… she’s so cute,” he whispered,

“She really is, she’s so beautiful Aunt Y/n,” Jace smiled,

“I know I do make the most beautiful kids don’t I,” she chuckled,

“What’s her name?” Luke asked,

“Samara,” she smiled,

“Samara Targaryen,” Jace cooed,

“Samara Hightower,” She corrected,

“Can we hold her? Please!” Luke begged,

“Alright,” she nodded, she gently picked up baby Samara in her arms which woke the little baby, she cooed and gave the little baby kisses, “Here we are, good morning little lady, did you have a nice nap?”

Samara began to whimper and whine,

“Who wants to go first?” Y/n cooed,

“Please! Please please!” Luke begged, jumping over Jace before he could even speak,

“Alright, support her head, and keep still,” She explained as she slowly handed baby Samara over to Lucerys, making sure he held her correctly. “There we go,”

Lucerys gasped as he cradled baby Samara, he smiled down at her and cooed at her, “...She’s the most perfect little thing in the world,”

“She’s so cute and cuddly,” Jacaerys smiled,

“She likes you,” Y/n chuckled,

“She does!” Luke asked,

“She’s not screaming, so she likes you,”

“Can I hold her?” Jacaerys asked,

“It’s my turn!” Lucaerys complained,

“Hand her over,” Y/n told him,

Luke sighed and kissed baby Samara on the head before handing her over to Jacaerys,

“Aww… hello, aren’t you a beautiful little lady,” Jace cooed, “Look at you,” He smiled,

“She is perfect,” Luke cooed,

“You boys enjoy taking care of her,” Y/n chuckled as she sat down on her couch, leaning her head back and sighed,

“You alright Aunt Y/n?” Luke asked,

“I’ll be fine boys,” She nodded,

“You sure?” Jacaerys asked,

“It’s nothing, it’s just tenderness.”

“Tenderness?! Are you okay!” Luke asked,

“It’s fine,” she chuckled, “Put her down now let her sleep,”

Jace nodded and kissed baby Samara before laying her down in her crib, both boys cooed at her as she yawned and happily continued to nap.

“What’s wrong?” Jacaerys came over with Lucerys in tow, the boys looming lovingly over their beloved aunt,

She rolled her eyes a little, “Well, as you boys will know baby Samara is breastfeeding,” She explained, “I don’t like the nursemaids nursing her it makes me feel very uncomfortable,” She said, “And given how much she feeds they get sore, tired, and I keep having to swap her over or one breast will get painful and uncomfortable.”

“Oh…” Luke nodded,

“It hurts?” Jace asked,

“It can do, I’ll be fine maybe I’ll give them a squeeze and expel some milk or something to make them feel better,” she said closing her eyes as she leaned back,

Jacaerys and Lucerys met eyes speaking to each other silently, before they looked back to Y/n,

“We… We could help,” Jace suggested,

“Humm?” She opened one eye and raised an eyebrow,

“We could help you, we could like… massage them,” Jace suggested,

“And suck on them,” Luke added, “If that would help?”

“Really?” she chuckled,

Both nodded,

“Alright,” She chuckled, “You boys can be helpful,” She smiled turning a little and starting to unlace her jacket pushing it off her shoulders,

Lucerys and Jacaerys came and knelt at her feet excitedly,

Finally, Y/n pulled open her shirt her bare breasts bounced as they were set loose,

Jace licked his lips, and Luke bit his bottom lip, both already getting erections from the meer sight of her,

“Can we?” Luke asked,

“Yes, go on,” she cooed,

Luke moved first taking her left breast in hand, softly fondling her, a moan falling from his lips.

Jace took the right breast soon after, squeezing and massaging her breast,

“Humm… very resourceful boys aren’t you,” She cooed,

“You feel so good…” Jacaerys groans,

“Can we suck? Please…” Lucerys begged,

“Yes go on,” She nodded,

Jace moved first moving up to kneel on the couch and kiss Y/n’s neck, moving down until his lips met her nipple, he gently settled his lips around her nipple and swirled his tongue in a clockwise circle a few times, before he began to softly suck, he groaned and his eyes rolled back as he got pleasure from this, his hips bucking up towards her leg as his erection grew harder,

“Uhh gentle Jacaerys.” she gasps, “Come on Luke darling,”

Luke happily came closer clamped his lips around her nipple and began to softly suck, he moaned hugging her leg tightly and flicking his tongue against her,

“Uhhhh!” she groans, “Get into a rhythm boys,” She cooed stroking their heir to lull them both to suck in the same rhythm,

Both suckled happily both only getting more and more horny as they suck on her breasts,

“Ughhh-” she moaned, she opened her eyes looking down at them,

Just as Lucerys moved his hands away from her leg and began unlacing his britches,

“Luke!” She laughed,

“Umm umm I can’t help it,” Luke whined as he pushed down his britches enough to free his hard throbbing erection and take it in his hand, “Umm! Ughh Aunt Y/n!” Luke moaned taking her breast back into his lips and sucking once more as he stroked and jerked his cock,

“Fuck! I can’t either!” Jace pulled back unlacing his own and pushing them down until his own hard cock jumped free into his expecting hand, “uuh- uuuughhh!” Jace moaned loudly returning to sucking on her breast as he started to jerk off,

Y/n chuckled and blushed a little seeing them so addicted to this, she moaned and groaned softly as she relaxed into their massage and sucking, often enjoying the sparks of pleasure they caused her,

Luke moved his hands from himself and began tugging at her clothes,

“Hey!” she chuckled, but didn’t stop him,

“Yes fuck yes!” Jace groaned as he moved his hands to her clothes too,

Lucerys and Jacacerys together ripped her clothes from her body, leaving her naked on the couch,

“You two are getting a little over-excited,” she laughed, as they both attached themselves to her breasts once more, their hands returning to their hard cocks jerking off hard and fast in their desperation. “Uhh! Boys!” She moaned softly, “Luke!” She squealed,

As Luke took his other hand sliding up her leg and diving his two fingers into her already dripping cunt,

“Ahh! Luke!” She screamed throwing her head back in pleasure,

“Ummm…” Jace groaned moving his spare hand up to her clit too rubbing on it hard as Luke thrusted his fingers, both boys still sucking on her breasts and touching themselves,

“Ohh fuck- boys! Slow down I’ll-” she gasped arching her back and twisting her hands in both their hair as she was forced closer and closer to her orgasm but both Luke and Jace sped up their hands, their mouths, everything they could possibly do to get her closer, “Ahhh! Ughhh!” She screamed reaching her orgasm squirting down Luke’s fingers, her hips bucking up against their hands, her head thrown back, her body trembling, tugging their heads closer to her breasts.

As she hit her orgasm, Luke hit his own moaning against her breast and sending his seed across her leg and ankle, before he pulled away and laid his head against her thigh,

Jace wasn’t long either pulling away to bite hard on his lips and sending his seed across the floor, before he collapsed on her other thigh.

“... did… did we make you feel better Aunt Y/n?” Jace asked between gasping,

“Very much boys,” she nodded,

“We’re happy to help, whenever you want us to,” Luke cooed,

“I shall have to visit more often,” She smirked…

[thesassypadawan]

Relaxing (Hayden x FemReader)

Summary: Hayden’s been working out hard to get that Daddy Vader bod once more and boy does it show!  You just want to help him ‘relax’ after a long day of bulking up and what better way than a nice, steamy, hot shower.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because there sooo much of the smut.  Size difference, shower sex, and Hayden’s big dick.

Notes: Thank you so much to everyone who enjoyed my first Hayden fic, Puck Slut!  Again, I would love to know what you all thought of this...if you would possibly like to see more Hayden fics!!! Also, this pic got me going feral af!

- You know Hayden has been working out hard, bulking himself up to fill out that Vader suit again, and you want to help him ‘relax’. So, when you hear the shower turn on, you decide just how you’re going to do it.

- Quickly stripping down, you slip inside the steamy bathroom. Quietly approaching the steamed up glass door, you knock softly. “Hay,” you call his name sweetly.

- “Yeah, angel? Did you need…” He begins to say, but trails off when he opens the door and sees you standing there in all your naked glory.

- “Room for one more?” You ask cutely, trying to act all innocent.

- A sly smile crosses his handsome face. “Always.” And he effortlessly tugs you inside. A small squeak escapes you.

- Wrapping his strong arms around your waist, he pulls you under the warm spray of water. Lips pressing to yours in a sensual kiss. “Well, this certainly is a nice surprise.”

- Kissing him back just as passionately, you giggle mischievously against his lips. “Oh, this is only the beginning.”

- You place your hands on his toned chest and gently back him against the wall. Pausing a moment, you take him all in. His shoulders have broadened. Neck has thickened, along with his middle. Arms now heavy with bulging muscles. His v-line is more defined. And his cock…

- “What is it, baby?” Hay chuckles, breaking you out of your trance.

- You can’t help but bite your lip. “You’re just so damn sexy.”

- Trailing your hands down his body, you drop to your knees. Gazing up at him, you press a tender kiss to his tip. “Since you’ve been working out so hard…I was thinking I could maybe help you ‘relax’ a little.”

- Lazily lapping at his impressive length, making your big man shiver. You reach up and give his firm ass a hard squeeze. “Sound good?”

- “Yes,” he mutters breathlessly. Large hands tangling in your hair. Fat head brushing your lips, asking for entry into your mouth.

- Happily, you take his tip in; slowly sucking, his hips buck forward. Your hands massage and play with his heavy balls.

- You slide his colossal cock in as deep as possible, using your hand to pump the rest. Trying your best not to gag as you move your head back and forth.

- “Such a tease,” Hayden groans. Thrusting further in; hitting the back of your throat, tears prickle the corners of your eyes. Oh, how you love the pleasant burn.

- Just as you think he’s nearing his end, he pulls out. A string of saliva still connecting your lips to his head.

- Pulling you back up onto your feet, you give him a confused look. “There’s more than one way you can help me ‘relax’,” he whispers in your ear as he leans down.

- Hay easily whirls your around, pressing your front to the shower wall. Laying soft kisses up your spin, his hands groping your breasts. Pinching your pert nipples.

- Moaning, you arch you back into him. He wraps an arm around your waist and gives you a gentle tug. “On your tip toes, angel.”

- You give him an eager nod and, despite doing as he says, Hayden still has to bend slightly to line himself up with your entrance. Such a big boy.

- Pushing his hips forward, he slides his throbbing cock inside of you. A groan escaping him. “So tight.” You flutter around him, making him do it once more.

- You brace yourself against the wall as he begins to pound into your pussy. His face buried in your neck, nipping and biting at the sensitive skin. All the while whispering how well you’re taking him; how good you’re gripping his cock.

- You feel your peak fast approaching as he hits your cervix over and over. The thought of him bruising it makes you whimper, your whole body tensing up. “Haaay, I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

- “Me too,” he growls. Slamming hard into you one last time, you both cry out. You gush all over his cock, he paints your walls white with his cum.

- Easing you back down onto your feet, he pulls you back against his chest. Resting his head on top of yours; he wraps his arms around you, swallowing up your entire form.

- Giggling, you press a kiss to the bottom of his jaw. “Relaxing, huh?”

- “Very,” Hayden chuckles. “Think I’ll add it my post workout routine.”