#cw.public sex

[prttykittes]

of course, I love Leona, he's so pretty but I also dislike him kinda :3

cw. Sweat, bunny!reader, afab!reader, cumming inside, ass slapping/grabbing, fast sex, standing up, hickies, caught, Ruggie(my love) finds you and leona

notes: Bunnies are so cute!!!

His fangs against your skin, you let out a moan. Your forehead was sweaty, it didn't help that you were in the sun with little shade. You cover your mouth, he bites down and sucks on the bite mark. Tears roll down your face as his dick twitches in you. Making your stomach curl, your head was against the wall. You can hear people walking by and talking. You cunt clenches on his dick, he grabs ahold of your bunny ears, it twitches in hold. He grunts as he lifts you up, fixing your position, your back touches the wall. Your pussy comes on his dick, you let out a loud muffled moan, he nibbles on your neck. He would always do this for good luck, or maybe he just wanted to fuck you but you didn't care which one it was. You both missed to hear a hyena calling out for Leona, Leona grabs your ass as he roughly kisses you. Your bunny tail shakes as Leona’s ears twitch. He slaps your ass, you moan at his touch. He soon cums in you, he fills your cunt up, he grunts and he licks his lips. “Are you guys serious!!” You jump and Leona groans, you feel embarrassed. Ruggie was looking away as he scolded you both, he told Leona off and Leona gave you one last kiss before he left.

[taste-of-the-divine]

sexual content warnings and definitions

cw.sleep — somnophelia

cw.ncdrugs — unknown/non-consensual drug use

cw.nc — non-consensual /r@pe

cw.cnc — consensual non-consensual

cw.sb — sibling incest

cw.crying — crying from pain/pleasure

cw.overstim — continued stimulation after orgasm

cw.begging — pleading and begging to continue/stop

cw.corruption — turning someone innocent into a sex crazed animal

cw.degradation — degrading, insulting, putting someone in their place

cw.humiliation — embarrassing someone with insults meant to undermine

cw.gp— genital pain: slapping, punching, twisting, biting of the genitals

cw.sadism — enjoying another’s pain

cw.masochism — enjoying one’s own pain

cw.subspace — total submission, entering of the fuzzy submission headspace. implies complete loss of control.

cw.primal — usually coupled with breeding/knot kinks, this one just adds a sense of lost control and tunneled vision on those kinks

cw.fuckedsilly — ahegao, screaming, drooling, laughing, crying, incoherent sex slut. that whole stuff

cw.freeuse — consent can be either implies or not implied, refer to other tags in post. but usage of one’s body at the whim of another

cw.voyeur — watching one have sex usually while hidden, but not always. but typically implies without the performer's knowledge.

cw.cuck — someone’s partner who is willing to watch them fuck someone else.

cw.cheating — someone’s partner fucks someone else without their knowledge/permission.

cw.sw — the use of a safeword that has been established gets use because the sex goes a little too far

cw.public — public sex, exhibitionism

cw.aphro — use of aphrodisiac. can be consensual use or non-consensual/unknown use.

cw.abduction — someone gets kidnapped for sex

cw.petplay— includes collars, barking, sniffing, and other actions that are akin to a housepet performed by a human character or the adjacent of a human character in the fandom. may include dress up additions, such as ears and tails.

cw.monster — monster fucking.

cw.beast — bestiality, implied sex with creatures that resemble that of an animal. does not encompass monster fucking.

(not an inherently sexual cw)

cw.poly — non monogamous relationships, more than one partner

cw.gaslighting — a character will be convinced that their reality did not exist through the words or action of others.

cw.abuse — encompasses emotional and physical abuse, but not sexual, even though sexual abuse falls under the category of physical. sexual abuse will be labeled as its own cw.

[honeymaki]

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.

[fabricated-misslieness]

pairing: zhongli x dom adeptus male reader

req: yes | wc: 718 | cw: degradation, public sex | part 1 | minors dni

a/n: much anticipated. i’m probably missing some cw’s, so please tell me.

Adepti were often regarded as above mortals. They did not need a lot of things that humans did, but in some categories, the mighty illuminated were inferior. Even adepti, as it seemed, couldn't control their libido.

That much was evident with Zhongli bouncing up and down your dick, with the warm water not slowing him down at all.

Adepti couldn't even keep bathing an innocent activity.

The god on your dick bounced with an expertise, one expected from doing so for thousands of years. Still, even with how many times you've fucked his brains out, he never got tired of it.

There were still many things to try, things that even an Adetus such as Zhongli was afraid to try. If anything, retirement had softened him up even more.

Still, it seemed river sex, out in the middle of the wild, was in his comfort zone.

Or perhaps he was far too fucked out to even care.

"Ah, (y/n)!" His grip on your shoulders tightens, reminding you that you're the only thing keeping him up right now.

Initially, you were at his mercy. As you shared a kiss and your hands trailed along his toned body, he was the one to decide when to penetrate himself with your cock. Now, it seemed he no longer had the endurance to uphold this position.

You chuckle, "A God lacking stamina? Or is it my dick that makes you falter?"

He only whimpers in return, his bouncing getting slower and pathetic. But alas, it's an answer that you want.

"Which one is it, Morax?"

"You." He replies.

"Thought so." He moves to hide his embarrassed face in your neck, but you stop him before he can, cupping his jaw. "No hiding, darling."

It's not long before his exhaustion catches up to him, to the point where he's only sitting with a dick in his ass.

"Tsk, tsk," You tut at him. "Can't get the job done?"

He shakes his head timidly. You have a feeling he's more disappointed in himself than you are.

"Do you want me to take over?"

"Yes." He replies. You have to give him credit for being vocal about it, at least, even with how ashamed he probably feels.

When you flip him over, the rocks dig into his back, but all he can think about is you. A few bruises are a small price to pay to have your cock rearranging his guts.

"How does it feel, darling," Your pace is slow, painstakingly slow, and he's far too ashamed and afraid to ask for more. "to be fucked in a river in the middle of wilderness?"

It's only now that he realizes it, but his little dick twitches excitedly. "Thrilling."

You chuckle, "Any pilgrim could walk in on their god cumming down a stream. What would you do then?"

As Zhongli thinks, you speed up. It's still not as much as he'd love, but it's enough to empty him of coherent thoughts. Even so, he scrambles to give you an answer, knowing only punishment follows if he stays silent. "I-"

"Sorry, is this pace stopping you from thinking?" He nods quickly. "Shame."

Much to his dismay - and fortune, at the same time - you slow down. "I wouldn't care."

"You wouldn't?" Right as you say that, you hit a particularly pleasing spot.

"Oh!"

"How naughty." You speed up, banishing all thoughts in his head once again.

His only thoughts are about your dick pleasuring him, barely tangible yes's or no's, though he can't complain. You don't pay attention to his state, nor the way his eyes roll back in pleasure.

"You wouldn't care about another adeptus?"

The poor little thing can barely even process your words, "No."

"No? Well, since you're not bothered at all, scream my name so loud that it reaches Celestia; will you?"

As if on cue, he screams out, "(y/n)!"

Cum spews out of his tip, washing off down the stream. You wondered if Cloud Retainer, Mountain Shaper, or Moon Carver will discover the substance and wonder what it is. Or, perhaps they'll find you right here, right now.

"You have no shame, do you?"

You continue to fuck out his clenched ass, which is really not helping his mind. Nevertheless, he shakes his head.

"That was a rhetorical question, Morax."

[honeymaki]

Parings: Ymir x fem!reader

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

word count: 1.1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

[honeymaki]

*shakes you gently while crying*

KITTY!!! KITTY PLEASE IM NOT STRONG ENOUGH

When you first wear one of those cute lil pleated skirts:(( specially pink ones:(( he won’t eat you out unless his head is concealed under the skirt, cornering you in an alley with a wicked grin and saliva pooling on his tongue🥺 making you crumble and quiver and cry out into your fist as he slurps and licks into your sloppy lil hole:(( panties tugged too the side, skirt bunched over his head, thighs shaking either side of him🥺