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honeymaki · 1 year
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Goodnight to Levi and his newly discovered breeding kink when he’s balls deep in you, legs up by his shoulders when you grab his head, look at him with droopy eyes and whimper out a “make me a mommy Levi🥺” cums so fast he blacks out and spends the next three hours hard and angry about this new development, but keeps his cute momma full and drippy and fat with cum <<3
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motherflecker · 2 years
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anyway who else of us forcebook simps are gonna watch you fight and i love and the 3 gentle bros for force and book respectively??? i completely forgot they're going to be in those shows until i saw force on the yfil poster and was like oh yeah
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blues824 · 6 months
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Imagen izuru Kamukura dating the mitsuri kanroji.
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💞He is the obanai to your mitsuri (he is more obanai and giyuu combined.)
🍡Imagen the contrast between them a person who constantly shows emotions and loves everyone dispite their flaws and has her own flaws with a guy who doesn't feel emotions gets easily bored and doesn't have any flaws.
💞Imagen her braiding izuru his hair like her and him letting her and him doing her hair in return.
🍡Imagen his reaction to her hair being pink and green because of her love for sakura mochi and learning that she had to eat 180 sakura mochi for 8 months staigt of it to acedently happen.
💞Or het mussels mass being 8 times denser than everyone even surpassing him and her being able to beat 3 sumu wrestler in a food competition.
🍡I know he whoud be able to be as flexible and as tallend with a sword like the mitsuri mc or even stronger but she doesn't mind she always wanted a strong and intelligent husband.
💞Her being a cat person and always doing adorable things and izuru is just starting their watching over her imagine her making a flower crown for him and him just walking around with it.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANGEL!!!
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Izuru Kamukura
When I say that this man fits your type perfectly, I mean it. You were invited to Hope’s Peak as the Ultimate Swordswoman, which made sense. The only thing was that you were well-versed in every weapon, and your signature was a pair of whips instead of a sword. However, Izuru could wield them just as well, if not better. 
Now, you were his perfect opposite. You were very sensitive to your emotions, being way more in-touch with them than he was. You don’t get bored too easily, and you are rather happy and joyful despite being shy. He, on the other hand, was not a fan of emotions, as they tended to get messy. He tended to think about the negatives, being a cup-is-half-empty kind of person. He was not shy, nor was he soft-spoken… he was just a lone-wolf.
But, here you were, sitting behind him at lunch and braiding his hair into smaller braids. All of your classmates were purely amazed that Izuru was just allowing you to do it as you talked to him and did his ‘daily affirmations’. Truth be told, your gentle hands felt good in his hair, and he found himself relaxing in your arms. You were the only one who could make him temporarily forget the pain he has gone through to be here, but he’s grateful for it because he has you.
Izuru has what one would call a ‘sleeper build’. His muscles won’t show unless he flexes them. Your muscles work pretty much the same way, but you often use yours more. He makes it known that he doesn’t care that your muscle mass surpasses his and that the concept of femininity has been frayed since the beginning. This came up when he saw you refusing food for the nth time. Afterwards, he gave you a box of sakura mochi, and his heart melted at seeing you so happy.
You totally call him ‘honey’ or ‘sweetie’, and again, everyone is questioning how you are still alive. In your mind, though, you were already married. Despite there being a certain absence on your finger, you have already pictured up an image of you and Izuru growing old with each other (think Ellie and Carl from Up). 
For your pink hair, he kind of guessed that it was because of the pigment in the sakura mochi you loved so much. But he didn’t really care. You were eating something you liked, and that’s all that mattered. Plus, your hair was a pretty pink color that allowed Izuru to distinguish you in a crowd, which he definitely liked. You stood out like a pink highlighter, and that’s actually Izuru’s contact name for you in his phone. Don’t be offended, it’s affectionate.
Once, you came to school with a flower crown in hand. It had all sorts of daisies and dandelions, and you placed it on your boyfriend’s head. You then placed a kiss on his cheek before heading off to drop your stuff off at your locker. Throughout the day, Izuru could be seen wearing the flower crown, as he didn’t bother to take it off. Plus, he didn’t want to make you sad by taking it off, so it stayed on.
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wpdariacutnes · 2 months
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me: but yes, ema x zero is ready anyway and she has lord backstory and RP heppend so it's really full enifing and canon to because I still don't think their realityship is traxithert and it has logic because whow so what realityship mean and everyone does smoke up a push again a rusht face's and knows it wall so whatever ponit a vent it point a yeah shut up here a mean why did dys like knows it a traxithert ema x canon zero a heppend enifing after zero past and ema get a full lord it past story and same work enifing so not shit shelog
And someone knows knows it a say it but wona reddy puding a wona been stage a mean mine and move on because enifing later puding out a fatching ass and say wer been for ema so here go hush hush hot hush hush. .. And I knows a realityship is cunt a ex-frends a do and knows your past so whatever point a never peeps out a say it like knows a reddy be lolliriperting been for hmh. . . Like you say reddy been heandgitch mean's like what the fuck?
Same say a X never been a gay like is a gay and wona middy a dead because self been pentent because reddy middy is whatever hooker and new middy saga a gaga been self a hooker and someone knows why because nene lord a bullshit and spam you in dead no shit but date means woooo relly woman been self a bitch oooooo noooo shocking yeah shut self a head a slap it cheks and out grass a now how enifing me See it like been enifing bager and supraze why me never het lovely sylesly type a only stereo no shit
And me say reddy a middy is homerecort because dead techo bratcher a knows going on a not dead stupid is fact a Real pushert dumb ass's
Same whatever toking but
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Offical note: 20.02.2024.r
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vrijaziatisch · 3 months
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"Een pot-wat?
Bij een potluck party neemt iedereen eten mee om te delen. Neem daarom vooral een gerecht mee dat een stukje van jezelf representeert! 🍡🥟🥢
Heads up: bij het evenement zal ook een filmcrew aanwezig zijn.
Gratis toegang bij inschrijving. Er is beperkte ruimte, dus wees er snel bij!
🗓Datum: vrijdag 9 februari 2024
🕢Tijd: 18.30 uur"
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honeymaki · 1 year
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You call Itto stupid, dumb, idiot, stinky boy; but he’ll still have your knees over his shoulders, cock bullying your cervix, cum spurting down over your ass, bottom lip wobbling, neck strained, claws digging rips into the pillows beside your head, grinding so deep so hard that you can’t really say much of anything anymore. Still an idiot for leaving you legless and shaking and crying and full of cum though.
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honeymaki · 2 years
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honey honey honey soft dom izuku makin’ you feel all pretty on the tough nights :( kisses your jaw ‘n says he’s gotta take his time w you ‘cause you’re a lady 🥺🫶🏽
Wails:(((
Warnings: fem reader (princess, lady), slight body description (fat, plush), breast worship, dry humping
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Izuku softly commanding you to text him throughout the day no matter what you’re doing, with the truth as to how you feel cause he knows you have bad days sometimes:( asking you with a firm mouth but soft eyes to always let him know if you’re struggling nd what he can do to help, even if he’s working or away even; he wants to help, you’re his lady, his baby, his world. You don’t always feel ashamed to do it, not on the days you’re working or out or have a reason to feel bad, but on the days you’re off? Slouched around at home, while Izuku is out saving things and people and lives and everything in between? It’s hard to pick up the phone and send a little sad face, when all you’ve done is a little bit of washing up and brushed your teeth.
Those days; Izuku takes extra special care of you. He sweeps his way through your home, comes straight over to you, asks if you would like a kiss and a hug and practically engulfs you if you say yes. He’s consuming in a soft way, cradling your face and licking your bottom lip, eyes drawn tight and closed, lashes fluttering against your cheeks. He swallows your noises, the whines and whimpers and desperate squeaks, fists closed against his chest and holding him as close as you could.
“Pretty baby, it’s okay, I’ve got you,” Izuku is so soft, so warm, encasing you on the sofa where you haven’t really moved. You know he won’t stop his kisses for a long while, won’t let up in kissing you so thoroughly there’s no thought left in you head. Nibbles and kitten licks while he ducks down with a twist of his head, shoulders bulging above you, playful enough to put a smile on your face and rack you with giggles,
“That’s my beautiful princess, there she is, you’re so pretty when you smile,”
Coming from him? You believe it, especially when he smiles back and turns his attention to your neck, your collar, the swell of your breast threatening the material of your top. He’s thorough still, not leaving an inch of your skin unkissed and unloved, and you let yourself fall into his embrace. Head buried in your neck, arms either side of your shoulders, keeping him just above you so his hips - god his hips could swish and press into yours. Izuku is slow, he’s a smart man, he knows he needs to give you everything but not all at once; so the slow press of his pelvis against yours is just enough to have you mewling.
“You’re so soft, all the time, so soft - could just -,” he punctuates his words with a blunt bite to the meat of your shoulder, “god, you’re wonderful - so perfect. Gotta take it slow with you, gotta remind you how much you’re worth, how amazing you are, how beautiful you are,” wet lips travel to your chest, moving stretched fabric and hardly caring for your lack of bra.
“You did your best today, you did so good baby,” Izuku rewards you with a kiss to your nipple, both breasts pulled from your top and perked in his hands. “M’so proud of you, so proud baby, you did so well,”
And you believe him. Again. Izuku never lies, never butters a subject and his tongue swirls around your nipple, teeth dragging it into his mouth hard enough to send buzzes down your belly. You arch into him, chasing his mouth, growing desperate although knowing he plans to spend a good deal of the night doing this.
“Fuck -,” he’s drowning in you, all you can see is his fluffy, unruly hair burrowed against your chest, swallowing the fat of your tits, playing so joyfully but so seriously with them. Squeezing and pulling, massaging, squeezing, biting. It’s been hours, minutes? Seconds? He’s good at that, making you forget time and everything else inside your head, focuses you on his mouth and fingers and cock. His hips never quicken or harden their advance, simply content on pacifying you with the promise of the thick line of his cock, nestled tightly against you and jumping with every flex of his hips. You come first, you always do; if he has to spend the entire night flushed, red and seconds from cumming at the sight of you, then so be it. You have enough flesh, fat and plush to keep him more than happy for a long while. And the noises of happiness chirping from you, mews and whispers of his name keeps him swollen in the chest and grinning at you, proud of you, happy for you. Izuku will cook you food after, buy you your favourite drink, put on your favourite show even if it’s a cartoon or you’ve seen it a dozen times. He’ll serve you, give you anything you need and anything he thinks you need - starting with deft, thick fingers dipping into your shorts. He’s met with a yelp and a sigh, and -
“That’s my perfect baby, you let me take care of you ‘kay? I got you honey, I got you I promise - you’re my pretty princess, look at you; I gotta take care of my pretty princess,”
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honeymaki · 2 years
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wasn't thinking of steve when i made that post but now im literally going to curl into a ball and start rocking back and forth. he. he. steve...
Subconsciously u were tho:((( cause he sits in his knees in ur mind and looks up at u all bleary eyed, pupils blown, cheeks kinda flushed but he’s trying to hide it:(( and his lips are all bitten and swollen, halfway to panting like a feral dog when he slides his hands up ur legs and begs all low and a little whiny to see under your skirt:((( Steve knows you’re bare and that seeing him on his knees for you has made you all needy and squirmy and so wet:(((
“Please - you know what it does to me, pleas let me see baby, I gotta - please, I wanna see so bad,”
so when you fist your skirt and direct his hungry, wide eyed under the fabric, he can see ur arousal sticky and shiny and begging for a kiss<<33
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honeymaki · 2 years
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Havin a crush on Erwin where he knows because of course he does; you stutter and squeak and also sweat a lot whenever he talks to you; but he doesn’t actually do anything because he has no idea what kind of date you’d like because every date he thinks of ends with you riding his face into the bed
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honeymaki · 1 year
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I need thoma so carnally he’s so nice and kind nd cute but so mean with a sweet simpery voice goin all “you’ll be good for me won’t you? Such a good girl for me, always so good and never bad,” and you just can’t help but be good for him it’s in the voice and hands and dick
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honeymaki · 2 years
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Purring at Yuuta and he tickles under ur chin, but then puts his fingers in your mouth <3
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wpdariacutnes · 2 years
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Me: okey and RP dust story (deam dys sick)
Foxo: foxy here is saco is total killer
Me: yeah but code cute do
Foxo: >_<♡ yes das true
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Chara: what das heppynt now? *petnig self a hend back head* why so long not here deam me XP hmh?? Hello come on das same cutes baby kid comeon HELOOOOOIOIIJSJZHSA
* turz nik didn't go just more dust there is something wrong*
Chara: relly now * toriel for murdering only dust and washing was left, and snowdin simply closed all that they opened windows to chase a person out, but this is how they could look at chara *
Moster: * cute moment ever* hello~
Chara: UHG hi eniłei * go away more look*
* then it's just papyrus zy andain they were just in the middle and talked nothing special BOREDOM *
* fanely fund foxy a das echo garden toli not See you code*
Chara: YOU DID DYS * nose self* okey so what look a das nerd is nudes or what =/ well dys only go now get XP >=/ yep * alpis wogule little good bulldel even the stitches with the skewers of the cunt went but this is the key chara evil hmh not interested * du dud udud sofing woman is bitchi crazy on me a mett not XP get me self dudud
Alpis: * no See chara back her and toking self a do and code use a dys code proiect gaster so yeah canda work* well im say sorry het hert
Foxy: ... * das look masine a not introsting is boring her more "heh go hed im boring now*
Alpis: hmh? * not working projekt gaster mashine and spam konsole wall a foxy normal close her a never heppynt*
Foxy: okey fine say goodbey * cut alpis a too pis a off head* gosh fanely is enoing so well 6 huers toking a shitti anime sos igroning dys epic boom masine is total bruken pfff nice chraing * dug up an alpis without a gate so day the machine fell * I want XP noto * frowing a chara alpis head*
Chara: * frowing same a body alpis* you so grose and total bitch
Foxy: hmh like you look a shit? A little im go maffin now so wona sofing das go wer body neber dys
Chara: * poke face and 🙄🖕* hmh a me faster be
* as soon as he went to the maffin, everything was blocked, beige, ordinary baskets *
Chara: ARE YOU FRKING KIRING ME
Friks: * gosht be * now das get up and make me do hmh?
Chara: not toking you sister gosht now go back a me moch asshole
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Dust!sans: dys not okey *rund so panik wer foxy*
Chara: * poke face because taiert toking a friks too moch*
Dust!sans: you littel *graps chara ( lol gay ship)* what do sis
Chara: * Relax expleing dust!sans* dude expleing me how you sister is crazy now a killing
Dust!sans: emm
Foxy: * hug a bratcher* HI here a coros bro
Chara: * gril skriming * what the fuck
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Offical epic note: 15.05.2022.r
Emm you wona now loxy or what because now you cofuze me like dont get woring but im chraing do but im get boring human fomofing code
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honeymaki · 2 years
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viking izu 🥺
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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.
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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.
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King Izu is huge, rough and hardy and he licks at the mead dripping from your lips, two thick fingers squeezing your cheeks and grinning when you heat and simper and whimper beneath his strength. Hushes you in a deep rumble, kisses the skin beneath your eye and promises you his bed after the feast,
“Be good and entertain for a while, then you can have my seed,”
And the promise has you up and refreshing horns, pouring ale and mead and sitting on your husband’s lap to feed him pork dripping with honey and fat, small hand clutching his neck to tip his head back far enough for his throat to strain. Music plays, men shout and tussle, women chatter and steal away into the shadows, warriors sharpen their blades and growl at the children who scramble between the legs of the long table. None of them notice the giant hand slipping beneath your kirtle, none of them hear your whimpers and begs because Izu looks so wanton and tempting in his furs and breeches, chest wide and broad, stone and iron hard, panting with the syrup he finds waiting for him at the crux of your thighs. Plush fat gives way for his touches, eyes dark and staring at the heave of your chest in the firelight, listening to the whines and gasps falling shamelessly from your mouth. His thumb, baring a ring and the width of something too big to call human, pressed against your cunt, wool suddenly too hot and too tight, hall suddenly too loud and too open with the way King Izu grips and pulls at you,
“It’s been two years since we wed,” he whispers in your ear, “And we’ve yet to bless the throne,” dark honey spreads down your back and you cast your eyes over to the empty chair, huge and sharp and unyielding, like the fingers bullying between your legs, “Maybe your insistence is enough to break me this one time, your neediness is maybe something I’ll take advantage of,”
“‘Zuku…,” you’re whining and squirming and suddenly his warriors are looking at you upon their King’s lap, legs wide and baring you to all.
“The gods look down upon us, Odin gave us his blessing wife, we should honour that,” Izu licks a stripe up your neck, wet and hot, puffing against your skin.
“I just want you,” his hard lust simmers into something softer for a moment, upon hearing your words and Izu’s lashes flutter at the scent of you, lifting through the sweat, through the food and the wool and fur and leather and wood. The hall of his forefathers might be packed to the brim, as it always should be, but right now? All he sees is you upon his knee and the way you look up at him with all the love in the world. His hand grows more bold, more insistent, palm kneading the throbbing ache of your cunt and there’s no quelling the mewls of agreement spilling from your tempting lips.
“I would take you in front of them all, show them how a King, a god, treats his queen-, Izu’s lips are rough and hot against your ear, breath catching on the delicate skin of your neck and you shiver, curling into his chest and gripping the sides of his cloak, hands so small and fragile against his mass and wrath. He takes a moment to kiss your temple, mouth resting sweet against your skin, eyes dark and casting shadows upon any who dared look at the way you squirm and writhe for him, and the fingers bullying between your thighs,
“But alas my queen, as much as I value and love my kin - no one but me sees you bared and fucked but me. So stop trying to make me bend you over the table and breed you in front of them all, are we clear? Because your cunt full of my seed is only a sight only I am privileged to witness, I promised you my cock after the feast and my cock you shall get, but only if you’re patient,”
A whimper escapes your lips when rough fingers slide between your folds, fat and dripping with need, spreading for him with an almost audible slchk that has Izu imagining such awful, filthy scenes. Even if he put you in your place, told you to wait, told you to be patient, told you that only he is allowed to see you stuffed and fucked - there’s a strange revelry in folding your into the blessed table with his cock battering your insides, in front of all his kin, his warriors, your friends. A king is nothing without his queen, and what better way to show that then fucking his queen full and making sure she’s dripping and swollen with his cum?
The thought makes Izu a tad bolder, despite his warnings to you, a strong finger parting your cunt and crooking deep and hard, causing you to arch and barely hold back a howl, the resounding squeak alerting red eyes to the musing of his king and queen. You should be plenty satisfied with this, a finger, maybe two, pacifying your need to be filled with something thicker, stronger, just until the last men fall drunk to the floor. And - in a way, you are. He’s holding you tight, close to his chest, one hand on your waist with his mouth pressed parted to your hairline, swallowing with every clench of your cunt around his fingers, imagining it’s his cock, imagining the feel of your velvety walls on his tongue, counting down the moments until he’s able to carry you to your bed, his bed. Tongue tasting the sweat of your temple, Izu encourages your writhing and contorting, the hall a little quieter and a little calmer, enough for you to lift your thigh and allow your king easy access to press his fingers harder, deeper, faster,
“Izu, mmmh - please, Izu,” you’re licking your lips, arm wound round his neck and Gods; you can feel yourself dripping down his wrist. It’s something, something akin to what your king is thinking, having his thick, rough fingers between your thighs when you know others can see, can muse, can hear what he’s doing. The thought has you collapsing against him, pitching with a whine and a quivering belly, thighs closing around his arm and trapping him, cunt flooding his hand and wrist.
“Good girl, that’s my good girl hm?” Izu kisses your cheek, then your jaw, the spot behind your ear that has you shivering,
“Do you think they will notice if we sneak away now? Please, I can’t take it anymore,” Your voice is shaky but the need still bubbles in your belly, and Izu huffs,
“Already? I’m still inside you,” he grumbles, “Most of the warriors noticed long before my fingers were in your cunt, my queen, you are insufferable,”
But…he still stands, clapping his chiefs and warriors on the shoulders with a slippery hand plastered to your back. He still bids farewells to those he fought for and with, despite his gruffing and grunting, despite complaining to Bakugo about ‘the duties of a with a hungry wife’; Izu is hard enough to leak over your stomach when he gets you bared beneath him, and is desperate enough to fuck you too many times to count into the mattress and furs and pillows.
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honeymaki · 3 years
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M thinking of a big big daddy🥺 who sits you in their lap nd plays with your sweet slippery clit with their big big fingers till your creaming and shuddering in their arms, makin’ a mess all over their shiny dress pants:(( their lips pressed to your temple cooing at you,
“S’my good girl, gotta get you ready don’t I? Gotta get you soft nd easy to fuck don’t I pretty baby?” All sweet and condescending cause you’re tearing up at the swell at their crotch nd pawing at their big big broad chest:(( daddy please, want it so bad daddy, want your cock:(( nd they bully their way in there, s’too big, way too big with a fat mushroom tip nd slippery bulging veins that you can feel catching on your puffy folds. Big rough hands squeezing the fat of your hips, lifting you up nd down, up nd down all shallow cause s’such a tight fit:(( all fat nd thick; creamy rings gathering up nd down as you whimper nd claw at the back of their neck, trusting them to take your weight nd sit you pretty on their cock, so big nd so heavy in your tummy💕
“There we go, there’s a good girl, s’my pretty pretty baby all stuffed full of daddy’s cock hm? Feel it deep? Taking it so well for me, always take my cock so well - taught you so well, shaped your pretty princess cunt to fit my cock didn’t I? S’all mine, all mine,” nd they press their big big fingers back to your clit nd makes you shake nd shudder nd gush nd squeal on their big mean cock🥺
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honeymaki · 2 years
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deku deku deku deku 🥺🥺 dilf deku who can’t help givin you all his cum right when you ask for it 🥺🥺🥺 who spoils you rotten n accepts the consequences of turning you into a brat 🥺🥺🥺 deku deku deku deku 🥺🥺🥺
deku deku deku:(( so nice to you, always gives you what you want cause you're his good girl, his best girl, his cute lil cum slut who begs nd begs for his thick, pearly cum even in public:((
bringin' your glossy lips close to his grizzly cheek, pecking him nd whispering how much you want his cum all drippy nd sticky in your panties🥺🥺 in this cute lil cafe he'd brought you too? s'mean of you to even flutter your eyelashes nd say "please daddy, I'll be good I promise," nd he's got you shunted into a quiet bathroom somewhere with your panties tight around your fleshy thighs nd your cute hands all little and barely able to match the way Deku's thrusting his big leaky cock between them:((
he loves it when you beg for his cum, but loves it more, especially, god he adores it when you don't, when you're squirming nd kicking and scratching him nd his big big body over yours🥺🥺 adding to his scars and squealing that he's too deep, that you're gonna tear in two, that he can't cum in you cause there's no space, daddy please, s'too much, too big, too much:(( but big big Deku nd his broad hands smush into the backs of your thighs and squashes you into the mattress and cums buckets🥺🥺 so much, so fuckin much you can hear it spurting out of your abused, puffy lil hole:((, humping you, rutting into you cause he's still cumming nd grunting nd choking like he's a silly virgin, all cause you were too full nd didn't want his cum, Deku's gonna give it to you anyways
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honeymaki · 2 years
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Dilf!Baku nuzzling your inner thighs with his grizzly cheeks, legs thrown over his shoulders and big big thick forearms holding down your hips and smoothing up over your belly:(( big rough calloused hand groping and gently squeezing your tit:(( nose nudging your budding clit and thick heavy tongue curling through your weepy folds🥺🥺 crimson eyed hooded and dark staring up at your quivering figure, watching your back arch and your lips drop open with moans and wails, tears staining your cheeks and brow furrowed:(( cooing breathlessly up at you in between hefty licks and slurps of your cunt,
“S’my good girl, let me take care of you, let daddy do everything for you yeah? Work so hard, let go princess, let me take care of you - please,”
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