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honeymaki · 2 years

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havin soo many thoughts about bumping clits with a whiny bimbo, holding each other’s waists so tightly cuz it feels so good nd sloppy🥺

Pairing: Pieck x reader + (Porco, Reiner, Zeke, Mikasa mention)

Warnings: fem reader (no pronouns + fem genitals), implicit body description (tummy fat + pubic hair), tribadism, dumbification, bimbo!reader, bimbo!pieck, multiple orgasms, squirting, dubcon photography (previous consent given), cigarette/ alcohol mention, Zeke mention, not edited

So what if you’re both the clumsy whiny bimbos? Porco thought he struck out when you moved in, always knocking over things and spilling things down yourself, leaving sopping panties in the bathroom or bras strewn down the corridor, skimping around whenever his friends came over with pizza and beer and getting too drunk too quickly, plastering yourself to whichever girlfriend he had at the time ‘cause “I’m too tired Pock, are you guys gonna stay all night?”.

His girlfriends always seemed to break up with him a few days after having you squirming and curling next to them, talkin’ about lip gloss and perfume and what kind of vibrator did the job good. Strange.

It wasn’t until you - yes, you - got a girlfriend did he notice how much of a missed presence you were at his little pizza gatherings. Pieck was nice, a sweet little thing with tired eyes and the prettiest smile, but also undeniably stupid, as stupid as you with her bruised knees and constantly broken nails. She wasn’t as high maintenance as you, didn’t leave underwear out or clean her dildos in the kitchen sink - in fact, after she started spending more time with you, your underwear seemed to disappear completely. Strange.

And those pizza nights? Where Zeke would introduce them to a new kind of beer or make Eren deliver a specific brand of cigarettes, where Reiner would spend most his time eyeing you and accentuating his thighs ripe for you to sit on, where Porco would grumble about you stealing his girlfriend or laughing when you dropped a slice of pizza down your front - those nights were gone, different, quieter, so quiet, almost silent beyond the gulping and smacking of lips against molten cheese.

Sure, you and Pieck sometimes make an appearance, sometimes separately if Pieck was coming in from work or together when you two trashed the kitchen trying to make a snack; but you two almost always stayed in your room when the gang came over, even if Porco invited you down for food and a drink,

“Issokay Pock, we wanna watch a movie tonight! And Pieck said I can practise eyeliner on her, she uses those stamps y’know? And she can never get it right, and she always loves my eyeliner so -,” and suddenly Porco is reminded why he prefers you secluding yourself in your room, so he doesn’t have to sit through you jabbering on about something stupid. And he is also reminded at the same time, about how thankful he is for Pieck because now, finally, you have someone to talk to, to fawn over, to lie on, to gaze longingly at that isn’t one of his girlfriends.

Like you are now, gazing down at your girlfriend who’s got cheap eyeliner staining streams down her cheeks and lipstick smeared over her chin. The movie is long forgotten, some period drama about prejudice that Yelena suggested. You got distracted, enormously distracted by how squirmy Pieck was being, how much she was whining and grumbling about sitting still for you, kept crinkling her eyes so the eyeliner messed up, kept readjusting her legs under yours till her knee was pressed to your crotch and her stupid top was halfway down her chest, and suddenly the eyeliner and the movie and the stupid get together downstairs meant nothing.

“You’re so annoying sometimes,” a pillow falls to the floor, Pieck’s head dangerously close to the edge of the bed and she’s panting hard, gasping breaths fanning your collar bone and drying the spit she’d lathed over your skin. With her skirt flipped up over her hips, bunching with the fold of her belly, and threatening to cover the mess between her thighs; you hardly care for the banging of the headboard against the wall, or the rattling of your water bottle on your bedside table.

“Shut up, - you, fuck, don’t, go faster! - you were messing it up anyway,” Pieck’s statement diverges into a moan when you finally manage to hitch her thigh securely over your hip, opening her up better, easier, the slick of her pussy shining for a second before it’s smothered with yours,

“S’your fault for - nngh, Pieck - like, distracting - fuck! - me,” the feel of her against you, so hot, so soft and sugary and slippery, the harsh brush of her pubes against yours and the catching of her labia over your clit is just - you can barely speak, barely get a thought straight. One hand clawing into her hip, and the other hooking her thigh into the crook of your elbow, you speed up just a bit, swirling your pelvis and shuffling closer with every thrust against her.

“Faster! Please! - ,” Pieck throws her head back with a coo of your name, “No wait! Go a little - like - shit,”

You feel something shifting and suddenly Pieck is grinding back against you, up into you, foot planted into the mattress beside you so to give her enough momentum. Dropping your head to her chest, your mouth slobbers over her breasts, swelling and bouncing with every upward grind, whining when you can’t latch on properly.

“Stop I wanna, just stay there,” you can hear her grinding her teeth in concentration, the only time the two of you are actually smart enough to focus properly is when you’re both trying to cum messy and sloppy against each other. And god - fuck, you can feel her cunt pulsing and throbbing against yours, slipping and sliding hard enough, and fast enough to make echoing noises, filthy and lewd and knocking tears from your eyes. Her nails dig into your shoulder and your waist, trying to hold you still, keep you from grinding back down into her when she’s so close -,

“M’gonna cum, gonna cum! Right - right there don’t move!” For such a petit woman, she holds remarkable strength and Pieck fucks up against you, the leg still in your grasp tensing and kicking out, mouth opening with a howl. The sight alone is enough, the feeling of her spilling against you, into you, gushing against you, warm and sloppy and so messy that is has you cumming the same as her, crying out loud enough to leave a ringing in your ears and a cloud hanging low in your head, the world spinning and turning a fuzzy pink.

And you realise seconds later, that you’ve been flipped on to your back on to the remote for your fairy lights, and suddenly they’re pink and Pieck has put her hair up into a pony tail, looming over you with swollen lips and bitten breasts, cunt insistent against yours.

“I wanna - you cum first this time,” she’s slurring her words, grinding long and hard down against you, clit swirling clumsy and dirty over yours, and you can’t even form the words to reply. Not even a nod, if you don’t count the lolling of your head in time with her thrusts. Pieck’s got this deep flush to her skin, spreading down to her chest and mixing with the bruises you probably (?) sucked while you were cumming a moment ago. She’s sweating, drooling ever so slightly at the sight of your belly jiggling with how hard she’s grinding, barely lifting and slapping down, pussy hardly leaving yours for a second. It makes her go faster, makes her want to see all of you wobble and away and jolt with her actions,

“Pieck! Pieck! Pieck! Gonna - gonna ! Nngh fuck!” You’re chanting her name, shivering and shaking, belly tending and quivering, arms - you’re probably failing a bit because it’s too quick, too hard, coming too fast for you to say anything coherent, you’re gonna -, “gonna cum Pieck! Ma-I’m - ,”

You spasm with a wail, cunt gushing hard and wet, spraying with how quick and lithe your girlfriend fucks you through it. It soaks her skirt, a puddle between the two of you, dripping down your belly and shining pearly over your pubes. She slows down, doesn’t stop completely, but Pieck allows you to catch your breath, back returning to the mattress that’s bare with how hard you were tearing at the sheets. You’re both a mess, sweating and shiny, covering in cum and slick and spit, still fuckin’ grinding up against each other, the bedsheets crumpled beneath you, water spilt over your bedside table, fairy lights set to flicker - and yet, Pieck leans down and kisses your forehead, sweet and brief,

“After - can you still show me your eyeliner thing?” She reaches for her phone where it’s lodged beneath a stuffed dinosaur, opening an app and taking a photo, “look! It’s barely smudged!” She stares at the photo, at you, messy and bleary eyed and slack with pleasure, “What brand is it? Does it come in brown, cause I think Sasha said brown would suit me better,”

“Pieck,” your needy, whining whimper doesn’t go wholly unnoticed, squirming beneath your girlfriend with her inconsistent thrusts against you, as if continually forgetting she’s tribbing you and then suddenly remembering and delivering a hard, slick kiss of her cunt to yours, “after Pieck, wanna cum again, please - I promise I’ll do your makeup after,”

Pieck throws her phone down, still open on the picture of your fucked out face complete with perfect eyeliner before leaning down to kiss you, soft nibble and pecks to imitate the soft slicks of her pussy against yours,

“Mhm - then pizza after that? M’sure that new friend Mika might wanna see your eyeliner too! Maybe we can show her how good it stays on!”

#🧋.answers #ur welcome anon #pieck for u #🍡.wlw #🍡.nsfw #cw.tribadism #cw.dumbification #cw.squirting #cw.multiple orgasms #cw.body description #tw.alcohol #pieck x reader #pieck smut #aot smut #snk smut #pieck x you #pieck x y/n

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honeymaki · 2 years

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ughhhh i wanna trib with just somebody or mikasa where our fat pussys rub and make the most lewedest sounds and just make a mess on the covers <33 her telling eren she’s gonna go to a friends house but comes back a damn mess from almost overstimming and her mouth sore from suckin tits 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

Warnings: tribadism, slight body description (→jiggly boobies), fem reader, friends to lovers?, college au, gamer boy eren.

"Where'ya going Mika?" Eren's too busy focusing on the game in front of him, pc monitor reflected in his dark eyes, to notice the dark hue in his roommate's cheeks.

"Just out - to see a friend,"

by now, Eren should have cottoned on to this 'friend'. Armin sure did; which was why he made sure to leave a fresh bottle of water in the fridge for later and made sure to leave enough hot water for her to shower, cause he knows she's going to need it.

"I'll leave the front door unlocked though - I assume Eren's going to be up still if you get back,"

It was a test you see, that 'if' making Mikasa flush harder because this is the third time this week she'd been out to see her friend and surely by now it was time to maybe stay over, maybe order food, maybe do something other than -

"Harder! Fuck - harder, please!" you're a mess beneath her, thrashing in the throes of your orgasm, tits jigging with every hard, brutal thrust of the pussy against yours. Mikasa doesn't look much different, hair sticking to her face with sweat and chest spattered with pink - and saliva from your mouth. A trail of clothes led a path from the front door, pooling in the kitchen along with a faint wet patch on the floor, ending on the futon in the living room where you slept in the winter because it was warmer. Her thighs were bulging with every hump, every grind, smacking and sticking and squelching with every upwards thrust,

"Mika!!" you squeal, eyes squeezing shut, reaching up to try and grip her tit, heavy in your palm and you pinch her nipple clumsily, too wasted on pleasure to give it a second thought. This is what - the fourth time you'd cum? squirting deliciously beneath her and causing her cunt to slip and bump quicker against yours, hips a blur, tits jumping, belly clenching, bouncing hard and bouncing too fast to even think about slowing down. God - you look so good taking her like this, so good letting her use you like some damp pussy pillow to hump like she was an 18 year old virgin again. She can't stop, why the fuck would she want to stop? you're perfect like this, limbless and not fighting even when she knows you're overstimulated and jumping with every desperate, hot grind of her cunt over yours. Mikasa is just - obsessed with you, with your pussy, your tits and the way you arch into her hungry hands, copying you and the way you pinch and prick at her sensitive dusty nipples. She does you one better, leg up over her shoulder and folded into your chest with how low she dips, pelvis' slotting together and you're given a brief rest when she attatches her mouth to your chest, slurping and sucking and moaning.

"S'too much - not - no! Mika - fucking - don't fucking stop!" you're always more agreeable when you've got something kissing your cunt, maybe hers, maybe her mouth, or her thigh in this case. Cause the position she's in allows her to shove her muscular upper thigh against the heated, sloppy length of your pussy, slipping hers over your knee and - it's downright disgusting the way the two of you grind on each other's bodies just cause you're so obsessed with cumming, hands all over each other, lips sucking and biting and grunting and squealing. Limbs sore but dancing the same dance over and over till the sheets are dark with cum and her nipples are too swollen to touch, and your clit jumps every time you blink.

maybe - maybe she will stay the night. Maybe -

"D'you - wanna - fuck - order pizza?" you're spread out on your stomach, fingers still wet from having them down her throat moments ago and she's wiping slick from her tit, constantly replaying the way you'd cum so prettily just from bumping her budded nipple against your clit,

"Mika? You there - ?" you're clicking your tongue and yawning, startling her from the lust filled stupor she was lost in and she can't help but giggle when there's an audible squelch from between your legs when you move to grab your phone,

"Yeah - pizza, sounds really good," lips press to your sore shoulder and you hum, almost like a purr at the heat of her body shuffling over yours.

Yeah - maybe she could stay the night.

#🧋.answers #went overboard #made plot #nearly wrote a fic #woops #🍡.wlw #🍡.nsfw #cw.tribadism #cw.overstimulation #cw.multiple orgasms #mikasa x reader #mikasa smut #aot smut #snk smut #attack on titan smut

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honeymaki · 3 years

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I'm going feral here thinking this shy goth Mikasa who finally worked up the courage to ask you out and when she brings you over she just fucking loses it she just manhandles you putting you in every position imaginable just destroying you with her big black strap and when she makes you squirt she mutters out promises that she'll make you do it one more time but one turns into two then three then the sun starts to rise and she's finally tired and snuggles up to you who lost the ability to think hours ago

I'm sorry I just need this out of my mind or I'm going to go insane

warnings: strapon, squirting, multiple orgasms, aftercare

shy goth mikasa who's first thought when she sees you on the ground with a scuffed knee and watery eyes cause you tripped over your feet trying to talk to her - is that you'd look much much better crying on her strap:(( it's so perverted that she tenses up and almost starts cryin herself cause it's so mean of her to think that way about soft lil you and your pretty dresses and makeup and pink handbags<33

and you have matching pink panties with the little bow and there's this little wet patch when you curl you knees to your chest on her sofa during a movie, cotton spread taut over your puffy pussy and Mikasa thinks she goes insane with all the mean horrible perverted thoughts going through her head:(( and then - when you crawl over to the coffee table to get the popcorn and your skirt catches on your hips and your pussy is right by her face and she can fucking smell you and if she just leans forward and sticks her tongue out.....

you cry so so pretty for her, Mikasa finds. specially when she's split your cunt with her big fat strap that is this dark black with marbled purple, when she's got two fingers pressed to your clit and swirling it hard and fast with the shallow thrusts, popping the bulbous head in and out in and out in and out, loud and wet and creamy just how she imagined it. She's never been very loud, very talkative during sex but it doesn't matter, you're doing all the talking -,

"Mika please," you're pouting and you taste of cherry lip gloss and your tits feel so good against hers, "Feel s'full, feel you right in my tummy," and you cum so creamy and so messy right over her cock, tears streaming down your cheeks, "Don't stop - don't stop!" you're whining and moaning and you gasp so so loud when Mikasa grunts and pulls out, flipping you over and lifting one leg, burying her cock to the hilt and ramming into you, desperate to feel you cum, desperate to see you make a mess all over her favourite cock:(( your ass jiggles with every thrust, face pressed into the black sheets, mouth open and drool pooling under your cheek and then - then you feel wetness spread to your asshole and suddenly,

"Mika!! Wait no! I'll make a mess!!" you're squealing like a little pig, legs kicking out when she slips a blunt thumb in your ass and pumps it deep, and your entire body trembles and you don't fucking lie when you say you're gonna make a mess, squeezing so hard you force her cock to slip out and you even lift your hips slightly with the force of your orgasm, spraying the sheets, leaking down your thighs, splashing on her pelvis, coating her cock that is only fed back into your fluttering cunt:(( you're limbless, floppy, soaked and sticky but so so sensitive that all it takes is another few slaps to your clit and you're cumming again, squirting streams around her cock and Mikasa finds herself babbling,

"Here, c'mere, want you to ride me, ride my cock - wanna see you squirt on my cock again, please, please - c'mere,"

and the sound you make when you cum a third time, bouncing wildly from the erratic thrusts of her hips, powerful thighs slapping your ass and you're frantically reaching to grip the headboard, one hand keeping you upright and the other reaching to try and hide your gushing cunt, as if your stupid little fingers would hide the creamy pearls and splashes of your cum as her cock drills into your pussy:((

"More, gimme more sweet thing, please - be good, wanna see you squirt again, gonna keep it going, keep cumming please!" and Mikasa only stops when you collapse on top of her, twitching and moaning weakly, sweaty and sticky and hardly able to keep your eyes open. she's so soft, she knows now, knows she can be a perverted little slut with you when you're taking her cock, but after? after you've been so so good and so so messy for her? Mikasa is soft, shy, taking off her strapon and guiding you to the bathroom, damp flannel erasing all the webbing and dried white of your spend over your thighs, feeding you a glass of water and helping you into a soft nightshirt,

"Did I do good? M'good aren't I? you don't -," you're softly whimpering from the floor, wrapped in a fleece blanket as she makes her bed, discarding the soiled sheets,

"You were so good, so so good I can't get enough of it," she doesn't look at you, but you can feel the small smile on her face, "'nd I like it when you're messy, makes me go a bit - crazy,"

and you feel that same smile pressed into the space between your shoulder blades when she joins you in bed, curled around you like a cat, arms petting your soft belly and lips tracing your neck; shy and content.

#🧋.answers #🍡.wlw #🍡.nsfw #cw.strapon #cw.squirting #cw.multiple orgasms #mikasa x reader #mikasa smut #mikasa drabble #aot smut #snk smut #attack on titan smut #aot thirst #snk thirst #attack on titan thirst

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honeymaki · 2 years

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Ochako is just….so good at cumming<33 she’ll be under you, leg hooked to her chest with her arm and gripping her own breast with pretty baby pink nails while you’re slipping and sliding your pussy over hers, huffing and sighing and gasping with every pass of your puffy clit over hers. Her moans turn into gasps, turn into squeals, turn into barely contained squeaking yelps as her precious belly clenches and quivers and her back arches, neck straining and eyes rolling back until you rasp out a

“Look at me - please!” You’re just as broken as her, grinds out of rhythm, thighs straining and cramping because you’re so close, so close and she’s shivering and squealing and god - you can feel her cum gushing between you, coating your thighs and your cunt, slicking against her and against you. Her fingers reach for your ass, your hip, flush against the fat and encouraging you faster, harder, words slurring from her swollen lips,

“Go on, do it, f’me - please pretty baby, make me cum again, with you, wanna cum with you!” Her voice is high pitched, begging with some silver thread of demand. And of course, you obey, you give in; cause she’s so pretty when she cums, so pretty, so creamy and syrupy and addictive. So you do, you curse and bow your head, glancing down at where your cunt kisses hers, frothing and puffy and making the most obscene noises. So you do, you do, you cum with a wail and she follows with a squeal, tears pricking her eyes and teeth biting her lip, chest exploding with a blush matching the splotches on her cheeks and the hearts in your eyes as you stare down at her<33

#wan her #cause ochako is on my dash tonight🥺🥺#everytime I think of ochako I wanna scissor her #like #damn pretty baby lemme bump uglies with u #that was so gross omg #🍡.wlw #🍡.nsfw #cw.tribadism #cw.multiple orgasms #ochako x reader #ochako smut #mha smut #bnha smut

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honeymaki · 3 years

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FAIR PLAY

Pairings: Misturi x fem!reader

Warnings: ass eating, rimming, squirting, multiple orgasms, mentions of strapon, dumbification

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: I saw a fanart of her ass and now...yeah

“It’s only fair isn’t it?”

You can hear her pout, feel her tense when you ghost your fingers over the round swell of her ass. Mitsuri lays on her front, face buried in her hands and legs quivering from where you’re straddling them, the two of you surrounded by pillows and blankets and a pile of clean washing sits on one corner of the bed but that can be dealt with later; you want to deal with her first.

“S’not the same though,” she mumbles from behind her hands, subtly arching her back and pressing her ass harder into your warm palms. You sit back on your knees, pondering for a moment with a slick grin lacing your lips, digging your fingers a little harder into her supple skin and that grin only widens when she squeaks at the slight spreading of her ass,

“Isn’t it? You sure had fun fucking my ass open the other night Mitsuri, you and I both know I couldn’t sit for hours after - and you fucking loved it, loved watching me go dumb and stupid and utterly brain dead on your cock, loved teasing me ‘nd refusing to touch my needy, needy little pussy,” your tone adopts this sickly sweet lilt that has her mewling and pressing her ass into your grip, allowing you to spread her more, thumbs dangerously close to the puckered hole you’d been salivating over for the last three days. With a gentle hush, you purse your lips and smooth one palm up her spine to hold her down, a string of saliva gathering on the tip of your tongue before dropping down the cleft of her ass,

“O-oh!”

“S’my turn now isn’t it? You got to fuck my ass for as long as you wanted on your cock, ‘nd it was your favourite one too -,” you loom over her, breasts swaying close enough to her bare shoulders for her to feel and keen at, curling her head to the side so you could lick a stripe up the shell of her ear, “You know I wanna feel it again sweetheart, wanna feel your fat cock stretch my ass till I can feel it in my tummy,” Mitsuri opens her mouth in shock, eyes rolling into the back of her head when you use your thumb to circle her hole, slipping in for a fraction of a second with the continued undulation of her hips, “But now? Now, it’s my turn to wreck your ass and I’m gonna do it all with my mouth, cause I know you love it when I fuck you with my tongue baby, your precious cunt is gonna be begging for me to taste it when I’m through with you,”

Your hands retreat from Mitsuri, your body and it’s warmth over her retreats and she keens after you, calling your name and lifting her hips, propping herself up on her knees so she can look over her shoulder at you - spreading her cheeks and licking your lips, zeroing in on her fluttering hole before dipping down with parted, wet, messy lips,

“B - bab - fuck!” She arches her back deliciously, muscles clenching and twitching in her shoulders, hand shooting back to grasp your head and for a second, you think she’s going to push you away, “M-more!”

Sure, you might have shown her a little dominance trying to convince her to let you eat her ass, but ultimately; Mitsuri held the reins on you and your tongue, rolling and circling her hips into your face and her desperate noises only spur you one.

“That’s good, right there!” She’s squeaky, pitchy, already on the edge and you’ve not even started properly yet, lathing your lips over her hole and spreading her cheeks, fat spilling through your fingers and then - then you start, then you tense your tongue and dive in, slurping lewdly and moaning with the salty taste of her skin. Mitsuri cries out loudly, slamming her hand into the mattress beneath her and giving her enough balance to arch her back more, more - knees kicking and knocking together with the overwhelming pleasure and all you can do is follow her, barely keeping up with her squirming and grinding. You have half a mind to slam her back down straight, especially when you slip and accidentally latch on to her drooling, sloppy pussy which in turn sends Mitsuri into a spiral of gasps and out of control squeals,

“Stop fucking squirming,” you hiss against her lower back, damp with sweat and she sweeps her hair over one shoulder, eyes heavy and watery, pupils wide with pleasure and swallowing the puffy cheeked, messy chinned vision of you licking stripes over and over her hole, catching it each time she clenched and fluttered. And the noise -,

“So fuckin’ messy for me, look at you,” Mitsuri simpers through her breathlessness and heaving gasps, “I fuck your ass once and suddenly you’re obsessed, dirty fuckin’ girl,”

The words spur you on, tongue curling deep into her and Mitsuri throws her head back with a whine, fingers scratching your scalp and positively suffocating you between her cheeks,

“Keep going - fuck baby - m’so close, so close, don’t - fuck!” Her tone gets higher and higher with every word, the pants catching in her throat and her chest heaving with every prod of your tongue against that sweet spot deep within her. Her skin is spattered with pink, sweat coating her temples and neck, dripping down her chest and she fists the sheets with her free hand, hips rocking into your ministrations at a speed you can barely keep up with, but god you try to. She’s so close, you can feel it, feel her ass clench and squeeze your tongue, hear how wet her cunt is with every flutter of her neglected hole, and if you - if you just reach down with your fingers, reach around her soft hip and if you just -,

“Fuck! Baby - don’t - I’m cumm - gonna cum!” Your fingers swipe over her clit once, twice and Mitsuri looses herself with a sharp cry and a spurt of liquid from her cunt, soaking the sheets and splashing down your chest. Her legs quiver and shake uncontrollably either side of your head, her entire body twitching with her orgasm, belly jiggling and tensing with every shock of pleasure down her spine. She can’t hold herself up, not when you continue abusing her asshole with your tongue and keep pinching her clit, chest thudding into the mattress and allowing you to press your face harder into her ass, digging your tongue deeper, faster, harder, moaning when she squirts again, weaker this time.

“M-more - gimme, give it to me -,” you should tease her, should chuckle and adopt the same mean mocking tone she always uses when you get like this, when all you can do is babble and drool and cum like a bitch in heat - but you can’t. You can hardly open your eyes with the scent of her arousal filling your nose and the slick dripping down your chin, sticky webs swaying from her cunt and connecting to your fingers. There’s nothing to stop either of you, pulling back to take a deep breath before diving in once again, thumbs spreading the puffy folds of her cunt and teasing her neglected hole for a moment,

“Don’t stop - don’t stop baby, please!” You can hardly make out what she’s saying, voice muffled by her tongue and her sobs of pleasure, hips still twitching and legs still shaking and jiggling. You’re not going to stop, you can’t - can’t bring yourself to pull away, can’t bring yourself to stop your fingers from abusing her pulsing cunt and fucking her into another orgasm that has her entire body shaking and twitching and making more mess over your bed. And neither can she, addicted to the swelling in her belly and the harsh prodding of your tongue in her ass, fingers clumsy against her clit but mouth doing wonders on her puckered hole. So - through her lust addled brain, Mitsuri supposed it was fair in this sense; if she fucked you dumb on her cock, then surely it’s only fair if you fuck her dumb on your tongue right?

Networks: @our-love-club, @knyplaymatemansion

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honeymaki · 3 years

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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mommy nemuri coming home from a long day of work and just needing to fuck her princess dumb to let off some steam 🥺 she’d tease your pussy and when you’d whine she’d slam her entire length in without warning, mouth on yours in a sloppy kiss as you moan and whimper from the way her fat cock kisses the sensitive part in your cunt, pussy clenching as you cum but she doesn’t stop, praising you and overstimulating you 🥺 she can go for hours and by the time she’s done she makes you suck off all of your cum off the strap, both of your thighs soaked and quivering 🥺🥺

Warnings: mommy kink, strapon, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, oral→strap-on

She’s got so much energy? And how? She’s been out for days? Working so much and for so long, and to come home one evening, hardly saying hi before shoving you face first into the mattress and feeding her cock into your twitchy little pussy that’s always gushing for her, always creaming for mommy. Nemuri loves it when you mumble and grumble for her, as if you’re complaining about this but your hips bucking say otherwise, your clit peaking from its hood and your cunt milking her cock for all its worth tells her the real story.

You adore it just as much as she does, coming home and being used as if you were nothing more than a toy for her. Sure, you kick and sometimes you scream when Nemuri hooks an arm under your tits and lifts you so your back is pressed to her chest - but you don't ever tell her to stop or slow down,

“Faster!” you’re shivering through orgasm number two, “Harder! Please!” you squirt on your fourth and Nemuri praises you till you giggle more than you moan, “Mommy! More!” You’ve lost count, pearly cream dripping down your inner thighs and coating her cock till it glistens no matter the light. The sound it makes fucking into you, up into you is obscene, disgusting, perverted with how loud it is, how fuckin’ wet the pap pap paps of her silicon balls are against your greedy cunt. the same sounds make music to her ears when you’re laying on your back, spent and quivering with your legs jittering every time you brushed them together, clenching over your swollen, abused pussy.

“C’mon, you know mommy loves it, don’t be shy baby - c’mon, clean it up,” the purple silicon weighs heavy on your tongue, tracing the realistic veins and the bulb of the fat mushroom tip has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Nemuri never forces you with this part, her little ritual after she’s done fucking you practically brainless. And besides, she much prefers seeing you kitten kiss and curl your tongue over the webs of stringy pearl she’d reaped from your cunt moments ago,

“mmm - still warm mommy,” you whimper, mouth full of cock and drool glistening on your chin. Nemuri rolls her neck, knees braced either side of your head and she leans forward, hands teasing the pert buds of your tits, “M-more!”

“You’re a needy little slut aren’t you tonight,” her hips roll once, cock sliding deeper into your mouth and you squeal at the feeling, throat closing and bulging with the head, “Relax baby, mommy’s got you,” a soft, manicured hand disappears between your thighs and you squeal for real when fingers pinch your overstimulated clit, allowing her to bury her cock to the hilt and still - still you whine around the girth and buck your hips for more.

“s’gonna be a long night I suppose,” she grunts, “Mommy’s gotta make sure her little spoiled baby is put right to sleep,”

#🧋.answers #🍡.nsfw #🍡.wlw #cw.mommy kink #cw.strapon #cw.marathon sex #cw.overstimulation #cw.multiple orgasms #cw.oral #nemuri x reader #nemuri smut #midnight x reader #midnight smut #bnha smut #mha smut

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honeymaki · 3 years

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for the drabble, momo + facesitting and praise?

Warnings: face sitting, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

"Up here honey, don't be shy, I won't let you fall,"

it's your second date, and she's got you straddling her abdomen, naked and panting and leaking on to her soft belly. Momo assured you that she wasn't some cheap slut, she didn't sleep with all her previous partners on the second date; but you were different with your plush thighs and puffy cunt, clit peaking from its hood and folds hiding what she so desperately wants to taste. She's proud of you, god - so pleased that you don't argue aside from a shy little whimper before crawling up her body, adjusting for her to prop a pillow beneath her head - just so she could have a better angle to watch you.

"Good girl, s'okay, I got you," your thighs are either side of her head, hips twitching when she surrounds them with her hands, fingers digging into the fat of them, "Lower baby, can't wait to taste you, been dreaming of this all night,"

you can't really reply, not when Momo leans up the rest of the way and presses tiny little kitten kisses to your clit, over and over till you're sagging and curling and resting all your weight on her face. then - then she moves down, tongue pointed and sharp and precise with circling your fluttering hole, nose nudging your clit and there's something about the way she moves her entire fucking face against you that has you absolutely loosing it. Grinding down, hands on the metal rails of the bed frame, breasts bouncing with every thrust of her tongue into you, lips wrapping around your clit and sucking with a strength that forces a squeal from your throat, body shuddering and shivering and gushing all over her face. God, you don't even know when you start cumming, or when you finish, or how long it's been since Momo shoved her face into your pussy and fucked you like it was her last time - but she doesn't seem to want to let up any time soon, moaning and hissing and spreading your folds with two fingers to zero in on your throbbing, puffy bud.

"Keep going baby girl, I got you, m'not letting you go till you cum twice more okay? I know you can do it, I got you I promise,"

#🧋.answers #it’s⇢anon #🌱.tag games #cw.face sitting #cw.multiple orgasms #cw.overstimulation #momo x reader #momo smut #momo thirst #bnha smut #bnha thirst #mha smut #mha thirst

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honeymaki · 3 years

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↳ 𝟾𝟶𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗

Pairings: Historia x fem reader

Warnings: oral, fingering, subspace, dom!historia, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, oral fixation, sex toys.

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: repost of my favourite fic, to make me feel better:))

“Who are you to tell me what I need?” Her voice isn’t squeaky, it’s not high pitched, it’s not anything like you’re used to and it sends shivers down your spine, up your legs and to the place between them. She’s got you on your side, body slotted behind you and lips ghosting the back of your neck, damp breath catching on the hairs and causing you to bite your lip, eyes closing at the gentle tickling of her fingers over your belly,

“Let me be what you need for once,” it comes again, right into your bones and those fingers, thin and delicate, twist in the fabric of your shirt, asking to delve under, delve deeper, delver further,

“Historia - ,” the words catch in your throat, choked and reflecting the stray tear that leaks from your eye, catching on the thumb dancing at the corner of your mouth, “I don’t - it’s late, you have work and -,”

“Don’t tell me what to do, not tonight - for once just let me be the one to make you feel good,”

The sincerity in her tone almost caused your chest to concave, sinking against her figure and allowing her to thumb at the band of your underwear, ghosting over the cotton and tickling the thin skin of your inner thighs.

It’s been what? Three weeks? Two weeks and six days? It’s been so long, so long since you two had laid together like this, been close enough to share breaths and match heartbeats. Her new job at that big firm, taking over from her father as CEO, moving into a new apartment where you felt cold and alone and empty with the rooms that held no memory and no warmth like your old place did. Split second decisions took you two away from each other, scheduled date nights turning into ten minute zoom calls in a pretty dress to remind her that you’re on your own and she’s miles away with people who don’t love her the way you do. And when you do find time together? When she finally stumbles through the front door with a gasp of your name and a bunch of flowers, you’re on your knees worshipping the body and the woman you miss on the nights when pillows and your own fingers don’t work. It’s been two weeks and six days since Historia got there first, since she was the one to lay you down with stern words and practised hands.

She’s not timid, not anymore, she’s not afraid to moan along with you, drag her finger through your cunt and lift it to her lips with what other’s would claim is an overdramatic eye roll at your taste but you know - you know she is addicted to the essence she draws from you with hushed words and stinging kisses.

“Wider, please,” even when you’re the one at her mercy, Historia has this begging lilt to her voice, hand bullying its way further between your legs and you gasp at the brush of her knuckles against your clit, throbbing with the barely there touches, “Mmm - you’re already so wet sugar, you must really need this huh?”

You try to close your legs at her teasing, bottom lip wobbling at the mere thought of being the one so needy and clingy, ignoring the burn of your belly and the pebbling of your nipples in the cool of the evening air. All you want - all you want is her and everything that surrounds her, that burn coiling into something sour in your mouth, moans turning into whimpers, bottom lip drawn between your teeth,

“Please - more,” there’s a beat with your beg, your voice small in the cavern of your bedroom, hardly echoing with how quiet you were and it’s the subtle undulation of your hips that sparks Historia into action once again. With a bruising kiss to the underside of your jaw, she pulls your underwear down in a frenzy, fingers dipping straight back between your legs and skimming over your clit in favour of your fluttering hole, sinking two fingers in with a sigh at the warm of everything that is you. There’s an urgency in the flexing of her forearm, an urgency in the drawing of her lips over your shoulder, an urgency in the gaze that flits over your breasts and between your thighs as the mess she’s spilling from you, pulling from the spot that makes you squeak and reach down to grip her wrist,

“Historia - I want to, I want you please!”

Oh.

Oh. There it is, the very thing that gives you a spark of strength when you lift her legs over your shoulders or bounce her on your strap; the neediness, the tears glittering on your eyelashes, the heat in your cheeks and the sweat shining over your chest. It sparks something primal almost, something she finally understands, something she finally just gets. It fuels the slithering of her other hand round over your belly, slipping to the sweet neglect of your clit and pressing down with a delicious strength she’s not entirely sure she knew she had. And you absolutely crumble under her touch, mouth dropping open with a broken grunt and a keen, hips bucking unhindered into the stinging pace of her fingers, crooking just how she knows you like it, how she knows you crave when you’re laying between her thighs with her pleasure the only thing on your mind. But now? Now, Historia isn’t entirely sure whether there’s anything on your mind, just the pleasure of her fingers crooking against the spongy walls of your cunt and circling your clit tight and fast, too fast for you to keep up and focus on anything more than the blinding pleasure she’s bringing you.

Your orgasm hits you from the bottom of your gut, rearing its head in your chest and causing you to arch into her body, reaching back to fist the blonde locks and drawing her mouth to yours, panting against her lips and sobbing her name,

“That’s it, that’s it - let go sugar, let go for me, please - want to see it, want it,” you’re the one who should be begging, you’re the one who should be pushing her hands away from the almost painful pulse of your cunt but the way she’s on the verge of drooling, on the verge of tears - god, it almost makes you cum a second time. The mess between your legs is nothing on the mess of your lips, slotting together with equal whines and equal need, tearing at her t-shirt and gasping at the feel of her mouth on your breasts, clumsy and overly wet but enthusiastic and everything you need, everything you’ve always craved, everything that makes the thoughts in your head simmer into a fog with the simmering of her eyes.

They’re bright as she looks up at you from between your legs, already pressing open mouthed kisses to your cunt, thin fingers spreading your folds and cooing at the fluttering of your hole and the pearly mix of your cum and her spit, shining in the dim light from the bathroom.

“You’re so pretty,” she calls your name and you prop yourself up on your elbows, thighs dropping open with the nudging of her shoulders, “So, so pretty - I could lay here all day, would you let me? Let me stay here forever? Kissing your pretty pussy? Would you sugar?”

The words are muffled against the drool of your cunt, tongue lathing over your puffy folds and flicking against your clit, head held in place by your hand and the way you struggle to answer her without keening and mewling,

“Yes, yes please! Historia! Don’t stop, don’t stop, m’ so close - fuck!”

She’s amazed by how quick you fall apart beneath her tongue, dipping into your fluttering hole and curling as hard as she could, drool coating her chin and cheeks, slick dripping down the cleft of your ass - a place she traces the slip of her tongue down to, and you positively scream,

“Y-you don’t - Historia please -,” a leg is pressed into your chest and Historia smacks her lips loudly at the way your belly shudders and clenches, nails biting into the back of your thigh and hip, holding you down for her to feast on,

“I’ve been missing out, why didn’t you - you should have said something! Can’t believe you’d be so selfish and not let me ever have a taste and a play,” the pout is teasing but you fall for the sting of her teeth on the swell of your ass and you cry out an apology, all blubbery and needy and so addictive, so - moreish.

“Im sorry! Historia! Im so sorry! I won’t do it again, you can -,” you squeak when she sinks three fingers into your cunt, thrusting and curling and crooking and grinding her palm into your clit so hard you’re sure you can feel the throb in your throat, and it makes any other words fizzle out in your mouth.

“That’s it, come on sugar, I want to make up for all the times you made me feel like this,” There she is, there’s that CEO who you see in the news battling men twice her age for contracts that wouldn’t even benefit her, there’s that woman who pursued you with sweet treats and dates to the park, buying you anything and everything with money she despised, there’s that woman who begged you to stay when she took over from her father and feared you wouldn’t love her anymore. The determination, the stubbornness, the bright spark of needing to prove something gracefully and regally. It made you quieten for a split second, admiring the way she pulls back and urges you to gather her hair into a ponytail, looking up at you with those clear eyes with the pink of her tongue fleshing through your cunt and sucking your clit delicately between her lips, moaning at the taste of you. Her fingers continue their leisurely pace, stretching you deliciously and you can feel your toes curl at the vibrations of her noises, slurping and groaning and tucking her knees beneath herself.

And there, right there, you can see the sticky strings of arousal clinging to her thighs as she sways her hips in some futile attempt to gain some friction. You know how she feels, you know the white hot burn between her legs, but the way Historia smacks the outside of your thigh and urges your gaze back to her face; god, you know that for her it’s different, so different and the thought that she’s so turned on, so wet and messy and obsessed with the taste of you - it sends you over. Harder, longer, louder, digging your free foot into the bed and lifting your hips into her mouth, her fingers and tongue following your wild motions, never stopping, never slowing down, never letting up on drawing every pulse and clench out of your body. Every drop of you she misses leeches into your skin and hers, painting their pair of you with the allure of what she loves most about you, what she finds herself grasping for more. Following you down, following your spiral with a shocked grunt at your barely controlled bucking, fisting her hair and reaching for her hand, fingers curling through yours and holding you through your orgasm, nails biting your wrist and palm clammy with the essence of you.

You.

The one thing she’s missed, the one thing she’s missed out on, always accepting your tongue and fingers and strap like a good little girl because she just works so hard, so long, holding her head up high and powering through, collapsing on your face and beneath you whenever she can. And yet, here you are, on the verge of tears because you need this, you need taking care of, you need proving that you’re all she wants, you’re all she needs to satiate the desire constantly pooling in her mouth.

“I love you, I love you - please!” Historia hardly hears the words your sobbing, squeezing her hand so tight she hisses in pain, letting your hips drop on to the bed and hanging her head over you, forehead pressed into the curve of your belly. The silence is still, calm, as if time has paused and the hand in her hair loosens till you’re stroking sweaty tresses out of her face, cupping her cheek with shaking fingers and gulped breaths,

“I love you Historia, so much - thank you,”

There’s a wicked smile on her face, catching you off guard when she looks up at you, surging towards your lips with a wet mouth and shiny chin, the taste of you licking into your own mouth - it has you wilting and curling up into her with a muffle laugh,

“I'm not finished with you yet sugar, I said I had to make up for lost time didn’t I?”

And there’s a faint buzzing between your bodies, your laughter turning into a wanton moan at the press of the soft silicon, cursing her nifty little fingers and her uncanny ability to completely and utterly draw your attention to her no matter what she was doing. But that was just it, wasn’t it? The obsession you had with each other, even if it got hidden beneath business and friends and work and too little time spend in each other’s arms, worshiping the other and day dreaming of the day you both retire, when nights like this aren’t scheduled or a result of too long being spent apart.

One day. You promise. She promises. One day.

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