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hwsing · 1 year

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Hi! I just stumbled across your blog. Happy to see some Hetalia fans are still here. If it’s not too much could you do a 18+ Netherlands x reader? I don’t think the character gets enough love by the fandom.

tim nonsense

warnings/notes: 18+, kink mentions (read tags), the ask is vague so this post is too — essentially just some tim thoughts. gender neutral reader; bottom! reader, top! tim. netherlands is referred to as tim.

tim is the kind of guy that’ll groan a bit when he sees you in something flattering, his hand rubbing over his lower face as he eyes you up and down. he’s also the kind of guy that will make both of you stay home, assuming wherever you two were heading to won’t supply him with good money, in favour of fucking you the rest of the night.

speaking of, tim has frightening stamina — as a nation, he’s well trained, sure, but this guy seriously keeps up to date on these things. on that same note, i have a feeling he eats pretty well, not bothering to buy snacks or unhealthy food in favour of longer lasting foods with higher nutrition quality. anyways, my point here is that my guy is pretty healthy, and his cum tastes fantastic. he’s not overly needy for head, but at some point you might want to go down on him more than he does.

he’ll grip your head and guide you as you suck him off; he won’t necessarily fuck your skull, unless you agree to it, though. tim can certainly seem rough around the edges, but he doesn’t want to hurt you. instead, he’ll be careful as his long cock pokes into your throat, relishing in the way you swallow around him; i think he’s the type that would last quite some time, wanting to draw this out as much as he can, selfishly not wanting to rip his cock out of your wet, warm mouth. he’ll drag his sick out of your mouth, holding your head in place to watch your teary eyes look up at him in confusion just to thrust back into your gaping mouth, groaning as you babble around his cock.

i don’t imagine his dick overly thick, but it’s certainly long; the specifics can be left up to interpretation, but he’s definitely veiny. his cock feels heavy when it lays it on your stomach before leaning back and prodding your hole with it.

he loves when you dress up for him. he’s a bit too stingy to buy them for you often, but expect him to on holidays like christmas and your birthday; that, and he’d consider it an amazing gift if you gave him a present of what you plan to wear for him on his birthday. he likes cute, frilly things — he loves to see you look like a doll, just for him to ruin you; especially makeup. oh, please, just wear even simple eyeliner, he’ll be over the moon. he’ll wipe your tears as he overstimulates you, his cock drawing a series of moans out of you, smudging your makeup. it makes him lose his mind i’m so serious. if he came, and saw your face with smeared makeup, his cock would spring right back up.

tim really, really likes thigh riding. sometimes, my man here is tired, and after a long day, all he wants to see is you grinding on his thigh as he manspreads, you rubbing against his pants; he’ll even let you cum on him, if you put up good enough of a show. if you beg through teary eyes, he’ll even help you drag your hips. :)

most definitely has a size kink. he’s quite tall, so it’s more than likely you’re at least a bit shorter than him. he loves to tower over you and easily manhandle you, even if it’s just to throw your legs over his shoulders. he loves to see his big hands or cock compared to your hole, loving the way it struggles to stretch for him, even with lube :) on the flip side, if you are taller or bigger than him in some way, he’ll still enjoy getting to overpower you; it’s an ego boost to know that he can tame even you.

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thenightmarketofdathomir · 2 years

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Dathomir's Champion [Savage Opress x You]

Every time you take off Savage's pants it's a little Life Day celebration.

Pairing: Savage Opress x Reader (AFAB) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Oral (giving), size kink, p in v (mention), alien physiology, horrible innuendos and bad puns but we're laughing about it Word Count: 1,448

The thing about former Nightbrothers and their training regimens is that they often strip down to the waist, favouring the same soft-woven pants in a natural fabric that are bound up by wrappings that cut off at the knee, and that are cinched together with a drawstring. No hard parts like buttons. No zippers. Light as anything because of Dathomir's heat and humidity.

They often go shirtless. It's more convenient, granted, but it's also a show of effort: all that hard work's nice to show off, sure, but in a lot of ways they're measuring each other's physical physique against one another -- dominant culture, right? Just showing off who's stronger. Nice to watch if you're spectating... All that flexing.

So what if someone flourishes their duskblade a little too much? If you're here for a show, they give you one: demonstrations of skill, prowess, and endurance are favoured among the Nightbrothers, but most especially combat, maybe a demonstration of martial prowess if you're fortunate... but the important thing is that they all come back glistening from the effort, and a little charged for it: nothing like a good scrap to get the blood pumping, but if Savage is in the arena, they're all putting effort to show him up. He's the reigning champion of these bouts after all, and someone undefeated like him gets the preferential treatment... and the private locker.

(Unwrap that present below the cut. 🍆)

The thing about former Nightbrothers and their training regimens is that they often strip down to the waist, favouring the same soft of soft-woven pants in a natural fabric that are bound up by wrappings that cut off at the knee, and that are cinched together with a drawstring. No hard parts like buttons. No zippers. Light as anything because of Dathomir's heat and humidity.

He gives you that private, knowing smirk when you show up unannounced again. It's not the first time that you've followed him back, locking the door after you with an audible snap. You've brought no offerings like his other admirers -- no tokens of affection or demands for his attention. Maybe that's what he likes about you: when you show up, it's because the Champion of Dathomir deserves a little extra care after a hard day's work.

"No spear today?" is an innocent enough question, but if there's an undercurrent to it, he relishes your amusement.

He's shirtless, dewy with so little effort, his thumbs hooked into his waistband.

"That's a loaded question," he answers. "Why don't you come here and find out for yourself."

The thing is you can see it already: those trousers leave so little to the imagination, and while Savage might've been bred to be a weapon, there's something that renders absolute destruction better than whatever he does in the gauntlet right there between his legs. You might be overly familiar, but this is part of the sport: the teasing, the suggestion, and the poorly concealed innuendo that leads you to sit the bench before him -- not on your knees, because regardless how tall you are, he towers over you, and you want to be able to reach. Besides, there's only so much dignity you can muster when you pull his hands away from that column that tents the front of his pants just by hanging there flacid.

"Spread your legs a little farther," he murmurs, but he's smiling, teasing: his shoulders tipped against the locker. So you tell him bluntly before he gets ahead of himself -- your hands running up his thighs to the drawstring like water, feeling that hard muscle under your palms as his stomach tightens and he grunts when you brush him --

"I'm in charge here. Keep your hands where I can see them until I say so."

But he chuckles, and defers to your direction, quipping gently as he tilts his head down to watch you: "You can't talk with your mouth full."

You mutter, tugging apart the little knot that's making you impatient and pulling the drawstring loose:

"I'll be rude."

The fabric folds open, and you pull back two layers -- the bald stretch of skin that's been tattooed and the descending diamond tattoos over his ridges.

Savage's cock bounces when you release him: a stack of ripples, four in measure, each two inches apart and formidable; already stiffening and flaring around the head at the touch of your breath. The thick vein that runs the length of him pulses, but for a second all you can do is admire him: the girth, of course, but mostly the response to your attention. He gets hard when you look at him.

"Don't be intimidated."

You arch an eyebrow at him. Clearly, his brothers have been educating him in troll energy. He grins.

So you wrap your fingers around him at the root, fingertips brushing his ballsack, your eyes on him as you purse your lips and you give him a gentle but insistent squeeze so that he stiffens. So that he makes fists. So that the length of him, resting against your forearm, thickens so much you can't close your fingers around him.

"Temptress."

You preen at the nickname. He's feeling sentimental today. Yesterday, he called you, "Cock tease." So you'd sucked him until he was blue in the face as a warning. Today, you think, if he's better behaved, he'll get a little something extra.

But you know Savage: he's already lifted his arms over his head, showing off that rock-hard, rippling torso in an effort not to touch you when you touch your tongue to the tip: sighing over the silky, smooth head and licking at the droplet of pre-come he's made you like the pretty little pearl that it is.

The noise he makes is gutteral, and he grips the locker over his head like it's a lifeline when you lick under his frenulum, massaging the little juncture where the flesh flattens, letting his head bump your lips. He's smooth. A little salty. A little sweet.

Your hands delve into his trousers, pushing them farther down his legs to better appreciate all of him, doing your best to get him wet, to get him sloppy, to make him want things he tries to restrain himself from.

"That's unkind," he manages.

But really, aren't you doing the nicest thing? Rolling your eyes up to him to watch his expression shift as you pull him forward into your mouth with your hands on his hips and you breathe out your nose and you take back half of him in a gulp that stretches your jaw and leaves your chin wet when you bob on him, trying to train your tongue into submission even if he's too big to swallow. You've got to sip at him. Take him apart in pieces. So you claw into his legs and choke back another inch just to make his hips twitch, and it's a good feeling -- being able to bring the big guy down to size like this.

Savage drags his hands down his face, blinking hard into the brazier light as you cup his testicals. They're so big they spill out of your grip, but he stiffens, going misty as he watches you work on him.

"Don't gag," he tells you, but his tone has shifted. Less teasing. More concentration. "I'll fill you up in other ways if you want me to."

That's sweet, you think. But the question remains: how far do you have to push him before he rails you?

You're watching him as you spread your knees for him, bracketing him in as the sound of your mouth mingle with your moans, and he gives up: those heavy hands, claw-tipped and sharp, cup your face with a tenderness that's unrivalled while you suck him off. A thumb brushes your cheek -- careful not to scrape you -- his callouses rasping against your skin, your grip on him punishing but he barely feels it: all his focus is turned to the connection point between you; a hard set to his features as you open for him wider, trying so hard to polish him off but not quite making it.

"Don't you dare," he warns, but that bronze cast to his gaze is the warning you needed as your fingers delve into your folds.

The noise Savage makes is gutteral, the ripple of his cock ridges over your lips so sharp and fast that you gasp as he tears from you.

Your ass leaves the bench.

You see the ceiling.

You see the floor.

You feel the strength of that heavy hand as he wraps around the back of your neck, bracing your spine, the backs of your thighs brushing his kneecaps, and for a moment, you're drowning in the heat of the largest, heaviest Zabrak as he pulls you onto his lap and folds you into his arms; his hot breath in your ear muttering as he drags you down on his cock, stuffing you with a final, punctuating grunt: "I keep my spear in my pants. Thank you for polishing it for me, but this is a better sheathe.”

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anantaru · 11 months

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jing yuan or blade.. size kink.. moans

size kink with jing yuan and your trembling thighs wrapped around his hips, he’s warm enough and comfy while being in between your knees. There‘s a fighting desire in him to worship you, of course, but when jing yuan notices you exceedingly struggling, your breath quickening when he attempts to drill in another inch of his stiff length— just one, but so unbelievably big and heavy that your face tilts up to look at him, eager and wanting, but pouty and desperate to have more of him in even though he had already increased the pressure. it‘s exposing you to the reality that he can give and rut into you, with the almost sweet scent of your arousal hanging in the air, jing yuan will still struggle to fuck you properly— he‘s growling into your neck from overstimulation, but he only wants you more.

size kink with blade as he squeezes around your chest, your sqishy mounds fitting ever so wonderfully against his palm. you choke upon your own very mewls and cries when blade pulls your hips into him, his thumb going all the way down your clit to stimulate you further, flicking his digit over the simmering spot— so you‘d get even wetter for him and make it somewhat easier for blade to access the deepest and most dearest parts of you. You give him enough space, parting your legs, your eyes half crazed with lust and love as he grinds into the thin entrance of your used pussy again. and fuck, the sight of it all— blade looks so good, so hot and sexy when his breath wafts against your hot flesh and dampens your neck as you stroke his long, coiling length with your dripping walls, wondering if he‘d cum on your pretty face next. maybe, if you ask nicely that is.

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saetoshis · 11 months

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TOO MUCH OR NOT ENOUGH? [‹ DEMON SLAYER ›]

[‹ WITH ›] tengen ; akaza ; haganezuka ; gyomei

[‹ SUMMARY ›] how much of a size kink do they have?

[‹ MATURE CONTENT WARNINGS ›]

fem!reader, size kink, dacryphilia, praise, pet names [baby, bunny, pretty thing, sweet girl], some teasing, modern au (not canon), minors + ageless dni

[‹ TENGEN ›] 8 out of 10!

tengen won't lie that he has a bit of a size kink, and it's prevalent in the way he always makes comments about your cute expressions when you have to look up at him, or how you can't seem to fully wrap your hand around his cock.

he can't lie - he really gets a kick out of it.

"oh- almost there," tengen teases between a pearled smirk as he watches your mouth slowly but surely take his cock between your lips, and it feels impossible with how much there is. he coos sweetly at the little tears adorning your bottom lashes with a sneer of, “so good, baby. show me that pretty mouth, you almost got it, now…”

you mumble and hiccup incoherently onto his cock, your smooth tongue pressing tightly against his nerves from the sheer lack of room and it makes tengen groan. you bob your head back and forth, the wet noises and little chokes and hummed moans making tengen’s abs shudder hard.

“that’s it, just like that… love the way you suck it,” tengen lets out little grunts and shaky breaths between an egotistic grin, his hips slowly starting to rut into your now-drooling mouth as he watches you flutter your wet eyelashes up at him meekly. “oh, you’re just so pretty trying to take all this, aren’t you? wanna let me go a little faster now? hm?”

[‹ AKAZA ›] 6 out of 10!

akaza doesn’t initially notice the size difference between the two of you, so he didn’t know he had a kink for it until you sat on his lap and still had to crane your head to look up at him.

from then on, it was all he could notice - how much of your thigh he can manage to grab with one hand, or how small your hands are when they’re intertwined with his. he definitely has to admit, he enjoys it at least a little.

“oh, bunny,” akaza pants out the words between little moans, his hands grasping your hips and rocking your frame on his cock over and over. you’re so much smaller than him, it’s so easy for him to maneuver you like this - and it’s clear by the open-mouthed, half-lidded look on your face that you love it, too. you whimper and hiccup and akaza gives you a little shush, “shh, s’ okay… feels good, right? just relax, lemme take care of you, m’kay?”

“mhm, mhm,” you hum and stifle back moans as he rocks you onto him a little harder, a little faster. every push of his cock into the hilt of your cunt feels like a little jolt of pleasure flowing up your spine, and it takes everything in you not to cum on the spot now. “g- cum, gonna cum…!”

“that’s it… c’mon n’ lemme have it, don’t be shy,” akaza leers as he feels his cock twitching with every clench of your walls around him, the whimpers leaving your lips making his breath hitch in his chest. he grips your waist, easily picking up the pace of your hips just a bit more. “lil harder, okay? just a little more, you can handle it, right?”

[‹ HAGANEZUKA ›] 9 out of 10!

hotaru has always known he’s had a size kink when it came to you. from the way his big shoulders can easily block your view to the way your head only makes it up to his chest, he’s always known.

he gets turned on so easily by the way you’ll playfully push him to be met with no budging, and especially by the way you look so small when he’s kneeling behind you on the sheets with his big hand pressed on your back.

“s-shit. feelin’ so tight, pretty thing,” hotaru mumbles and grunts out when he slips his cock between your taut walls, his brawny hands holding your hips stable as you kneel on all fours on the bed in front of him. it takes a little before he can fully push himself inside, and he shudders hard when he does. “there it is. so good for lettin’ me put it all in…”

you whine as your frame shakes when he leans forward, curling his body overtop of yours as he presses messy kisses into your nape. hotaru’s hips slowly start rutting forwards, every wet smack making you keen for more. you whimper with each time he pushes further inside, feeling a burning tingle in your cunt as you pant, “s-so stretched…”

“oh, i know, baby… i know it is,” hotaru sneers out the words as he presses messy kisses and drags of his tongue onto your neck, his hips rocking a little faster as the sounds get filthier and louder. his cock twinges inside of you when you clench even tighter around him, “fuck- you tryin’ to make me cum already? but even if i do… i’m definitely not done for the night yet.”

[‹ GYOMEI ›] 10 out of 10!

gyomei can’t help how big he is, both his body and what’s in his pants - so naturally, he finds it attractive when you saunter around in his oversized clothes or have to ask him to reach the top shelf for you.

it drives him crazy with way you look so small in his lap, or how you have to use two hands when you’re just trying to get him off - it’s endearing, almost, and he just can’t resist it.

“shh, i know, i know…” gyomei murmurs against your lips to soothe your hiccuped whimpers at the way the head of his cock pushes in your cunt, and it’s such a big stretch that it makes little tears prick your eyes. he knows to go slow, and he knows to make sure you’re as wet as possible beforehand, but even then - it’s still a struggle. “i got you, sweet girl…”

gyomei kisses you hypnotizingly as his thumb toys with your clit, running small wet circles into your nerves to help him start to slip inside, albeit at an agonizingly slow pace. bit by bit, he pushes further until he reaches the hilt of your cunt with still more length to spare. you whimper and hiccup against his cheek, “gyo… t-too big-! too… much.”

“i’ll go slow, alright? promise, it’ll feel nice in a second, hm?” gyomei tries not to grunt out the words from how warm you feel around him, especially when you tighten up in tandem with his thumb circling your clit. every heavy rut of his hips makes you tear up a little more, mewls and panted whimpers leaving your gaped lips. it doesn’t take long until you’re both desperately keening for more, and gyomei can’t possibly hold back another second. “shi- oh… just a little faster, okay? j-just… a little more. you can do that for me, right, sweet girl?”

2023 SAETOSHIS. do not copy or repost.

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i-drop-level-one-loot · 7 months

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Could I request reader x Yandere Giant? I feel like you'd write this concept so well!!

CW: ridiculous size difference kink, living fleshlight, non-con, oral, cummflation, anal

Fear gripped (Reader) as they helplessly swung from the tree they had landed in. Just the day before (Reader) was boarding a plane, excited to travel with the opportunity to continue their learning, studying to become a professor of anthropology. Tragically, five hours into the seventeen hour flight something went wrong with the plane, sending it careening through the air and falling in a nose dive back down towards the earth. (Reader) wasn't sure how it all happened, but suddenly there was a painful amount of wind pressure inside the plane, and their seat was sucked out.

They had been lucky enough to not die, their seat getting caught in a tree during the fall, however they were now trapped with no way down. The drop was still too high to land safely without breaking anything, and the branch the seat had lodged itself into was too far away from the trunk for an attempt to shimmy down. So they were stuck, too afraid to move and cause themselves to fall further. Helplessly, (Reader) began crying and screaming for help.

"Goddamnit! I'm not an outdoors person, I can't get down!" (Reader) bemoaned their predicament, screaming more to vent than to actually attract help, not knowing if anyone else survived the crash. "Help! Me!"

The anthropology student cried themselves weak.

(Reader) had just began nodding off, unable to hold their eyes open, when a loud earthquake rumbled the forest, shaking (Reader's) seat dangerously. The booming shakes repeated rhythmically, becoming louder and shaking (Reader) more violently.

"Stop! Stop! I'm going to fall!" (Reader) wasn't sure who they were crying out to, possibly God, pleading only because the fear of dying overrode their rational thinking.

It continued closer, frightening (Reader) into gripping their seat belt for dear life. As the sound became louder, the more it resembled footsteps, walking up to the tree (Reader) hung from. The thundering echoed from behind (Reader).

A hand large enough to wrap around (Reader's) ribcage grabbed the chair and yanked it out of the branch, lifting (Reader) up to meet their "savior" face to face. A large man taller than (Reader's) family home stood almost fully naked. Even from their position strapped to a chair, (Reader) could tell that the monster's face was more than half their height in length.

"What an odd little bird." The giant's deep voice rumbled out, reverberating in (Reader's) rib cage like the bass of a suped up car.

Refusing to believe that what (Reader) was seeing was real, they pointed a finger at the being, shaking harder than a chihuahua while they (not-so) confidently exclaimed "I'm not a bird!"

Bright green eyes the color of the trees surrounding (Reader) twinkled with amusement. The huge man brought (Reader) closer, his skin pleasantly smelled like dirt after rainfall in spring. "Oh, is that so?" He teased, overjoyed by the mixture of fear and embarrassment painted visibly on (Reader's) face. "But you are perched in a tree like a bird, and you squawk like a bird.."

Salty tears dribbled down their dirty cheeks. "Please don't kill me." (Reader) begged, quickly giving up their (unconvincing) facade of bravery.

"Kill you? I would never.." the giant chuckled, carrying the still strapped in (Reader) in his hand as he began back the way he came. "If you were able to survive a fall like that, perhaps it was fate that we should meet."

Their nerves tingled at his words. "How.. did you know I fell?"

A roaring laughter shook the trees and nearly burst (Reader's) ear drums. "You are quite adorable in your stupidity, little bird!"

(Reader's) questions were outright ignored for the rest of the trip, only occasionally hearing a chuckle or a 'hmph' in response to their frightened inquiries. The giant brought (Reader) deeper into the mountain, revealing a large cave tunneling into it's side, obviously the giant's home, decorated with ornate wooden carvings and drapes meticulously sewn out of leaves, similar to his loin cloth.

He only spoke after setting (Reader) down on a handmade table. "Are you going to tell me your name, or shall I continue calling you bird?"

Unbuckling as fast as (Reader) could, their leg muscles were weak from the plane crash, so what they had intended to be a show of bravery, standing tall in the face of uncertainty, was more like the wobbling of a newborn deer, knees bonking together pitifully. "Not until you tell me your name first!"

"Hah! You couldn't pronounce my name, bird. My name is the sound of the rapid river rushing down this mountain." A hissing growl hummed in the back of his throat.

"Okay, Growley, my name is (Reader)."

The giant smiled, pulling a stool up to sit beside the table (Reader) stood on. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Because he sounded sincere (Reader) struggled to remain angry, reminding themselves that this was a possibly dangerous stranger was difficult when he was acting so charismatic. "Thank you.. for getting me out of that tree, I guess.. But I should be looking for an open area without trees, or better, the crash site, so when rescue comes they'll find me."

The smile drooped on "Growley's" lips, a conflicted grimace taking it's place. "I'm sorry to break it to you (Reader), but no one is coming for you."

"What?! Why??" (Reader) loudly cried out, heart shattering painfully in their chest.

"My island is protected by magic. It is concealed from all eyes."

(Reader) sat down, trying not to have a panic attack. "Would they be able to see me from the water?"

"You would have to be quite far from my island before it's protection waned. You would drown before rescue arrived."

They slumped down further, laying flat against the wood, focusing on their breathing. "Oh."

"Do not be perturbed, little bird. Our meeting was fate, as I have said, so I am confident that you will learn to think of this as your home as well."

"Fuck your fate." (Reader) wearily whined.

A sigh shook the furniture. "I have been alone for a very long time. For hundreds of years I have prayed to the spirits of the universe that they would resurrect another giant so I may have someone to speak to. I was desperate. So when I saw the giant creature flying high above me, having difficulties in it's flight, close enough to the ground to interfere with the magic bubble.." (Reader) sat up, face twisted in rage. "I trusted the spirits, and helped bring the monster down faster."

The bottom lip on (Reader) quivered. "What did you do?"

There was no remorse on his face as Growley responded. "I acted on impulse, and knocked you out of the sky with a boulder."

(Reader) shuffled away, hysterical. "You-you-you!"

"Don't curse me, little bird, please. You have no idea the torment I've suffered, alone with the corpses of my family."

They shakily stood, and began running towards the edge of the table. Growley's gnarled hand effortlessly scooped (Reader) up, unfazed by their fists weakly slamming into his fingers.

"I know how frightened you must be, but this was fate! You were sent to me from the spirits. And with the spirits mercy, you will be blessed to live with me for the rest of my life.."

Using his nails, Growley pulled (Reader's) pants off, exposing their bare lower half. They clamped their thighs shut while crying out in protest, but it was too late for bargaining; he had been alone for long enough, and was desperate for companionship.

(Reader) was incapable of fighting back as they were lifted with one hand, pressing their bare ass to the giant's face. With his free hand he stretched one leg to the side so he could look at (Reader's) everything. They couldn't see what was happening over his hand clamped on their chest. They squeezed their eyes shut in anticipation, but popped them right back open when something hot and wet ran across their naked groin.

"EW!" (Reader) screamed, feeling a tongue larger than their face taste their body. It roughly pressed against their anus and ran upward over their sensitive organ.

He continued doing so over and over as (Reader's) body began reacting against their wishes.

They could only hope that he couldn't taste their fluids as they became aroused, the tongue still prodding at their ass and folds.

The hands holding (Reader) up changed positions, cradling the body with both hands, but now holding up their legs with his thumbs, pressing them back till (Reader's) knees brushed against their face. The stretching was discomforting, but the aching was forgotten as Growley stuck their entire pelvis in his lips, sucking hard as his tongue tried to force its way into their ass. (Reader) couldn't take their mind off of the assault, the suction on their sensitive glans sending convulsions up their trembling thighs. A knot inside (Reader) formed, building like a wave, threatening to come crashing down.

"Stop, I'm going to cum!"

(Reader) dug their nails into his fingers as they released inside their kidnapper's mouth, moaning loudly as they did so despite their attempt to conceal their pleasure.

The giant removed (Reader) from his lips, swapping them back to being held by one hand, and dropped his only piece of clothing. "I cannot wait any further, little bird." His eyes were almost apologetic as he lowered (Reader), giving them a full view of his erection. The length of his enlarged dick was almost as large as his face, making (Reader) weep in anticipation.

"Please don't!"

Their entrance was already wet from the tongue poking at it, wasting no time in slowly pressing the tip into (Reader's) clenched ass. The pain was like getting ripped open, having something so large pushed into them. The giant groaned with pleasure, and rammed (Reader) further onto his cock.

Like masturbating with a flesh light, he used (Reader's) tight bloody hole selfishly, fucking them as deeply as he could physically fit. The sounds of his grunts drowned out (Reader's) heaving sobs, moving faster and faster, almost cracking their ribs under the force of his grip.

A loud growl escaped as reached his climax, cumming inside (Reader's) gut, extending out their midsection as he bloated them up. Yanking (Reader) off his dick, jizz leaked out of their swollen bottom as he pressed his slit against (Reader's) lips before they could clench their jaw shut. Releasing the rest of his load into their mouth, shooting so much into their throat that they believed they could feel the smelly cum hit the bottom of their stomach.

When he finally finished, (Reader) was a mess, covered in his sperm and spilling his seed out of both ends. Growley kissed the top of (Reader's) sweaty head lovingly, overwhelmed by just how sexy they looked ballooned out by his love.

"I told you it was fate, little bird. Rest now, for we have three hundred and twenty-eight years of loneliness to make up for~"

#yandere #yandere monster x reader #yandere monster #thank you for the suggestion #cw noncon #cw size kink #not proofread #giant/tiny #cw monsterfucking #dead dove fic #dead dove do not eat #i hope you like it

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sirenscriptures · 2 months

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thinking about men who are so much bigger than you; who are so protective and territorial over you, yet absolutely delight in teasing and prodding at you, seeing all of the ways they can make you squirm and shudder. whether it’s making you ride their fingers that barely fit inside you until your legs are shaking, or snaking their tongue around and sucking away in between your legs until you can barely form words, that lovingly smug look residing in their eyes as they look up at you.

#brainrot brainrot brainrot !!!!#tw size difference #cw size kink #bonus points if you can guess who i’m referring too (hint: there’s many.)#☾ — nightly yearning

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mpreghotties2 · 1 month

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#same size vore #youtube #gay vore #male vore #jake stormoen #paul wagner #male body suit #fleshsuit #skinsuit #stolen face #cw mpreg #mpreg art #mpreg kink #mpreg belly #mpregnancy #mpreg roleplay #mpreg birth #mpreg story

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hanasnx · 7 months

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"breathe into me."

MINORS DNI 18+

SUMMARY: sam's so pliant in your hands he lets you jack him off outside in broad daylight.

WC: 1k | CHARACTERS: sam monroe x gn!reader

NOTES: i've never seen life as a house but i love emo hayden

SAM MONROE can't bring himself to speak to you. Like a lovesick creep he watches you from afar. It's not that he can't talk to girls, he can't talk to you. There's nothing you've done to him, nothing you've said that's triggered his crippling paralysis every time you walk past his dad's house. Every polite wave and bashful smile. He mirrors your gestures, chewing his bottom lip to shreds to occupy it because all he wants to do is call out to you. But he can't. His throat closes up. He can't think of one thing worth saying to you.

A dog— a pudgy rottie— scrams his way, and when he hears the sounds of distress, a desperate, "Catch that dog!" he doesn't think twice before seizing it. As it passes by him, he slows to greet his new smell, and his hands catch around its spiked collar.

His mouth opens before he realizes himself, "Jesus," he curses. "Can't you keep your mutt on a lea—" he pivots his head in your direction, registering it was you who called on his help. He stutters, stunned as you close the space. Your chest heaves with pant, brushing a lock of stray hair behind your ear as your hands grab hold of your runaway rottie. A breathless and grateful smile graces your features, and your hands brush his as he straightens abruptly. You're stooped in front of him, receding to view him better with your dog in tow.

"I'm so sorry," you exhale. "Thank you. I didn't know there was a hole in the fence, he slipped out."

Entranced for a second too long, he breaks it, glancing at his shoes to kick the dirt. "Yeah, no problem." he murmurs. He's talking to you.

It doesn't take long at all before you've gotten him right where you want him. Flush against him as his back rests on the wall in a secluded corner of the neighborhood. Tongues past the point of tentative stroking, plunging into the depths of each other's throats as if fit to consume each other where you stand. His large hand cups the space where your neck and head connect, directing it for you as he deepens the kiss. His soft lips massaging yours in a most pleasant manner, drawing a sweet moan out of you, your fingers tangled in his hair tighten. The motion causes his grip on your waist to dig into your flesh, a welcoming presence below growing larger by the second until its hefty weight distributes on your thigh.

You separate, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. Even when you turn your head, he attacks the corner of your mouth with fervor, wet kisses planting onto your smile lines and trailing down your jaw. The palm at his nape slides down his shoulder and chest, eventually leading a trail of fire down his side to the waistband of his basketball shorts. You invite yourself to more when he doesn't protest, his grasp lowering to cup the underside of your ass in your little jeans. You arch into him with a gasp, a playful scold emitting from you, "Sam,"

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, latching onto your pulse point and you tilt to give him more access. His strength on your backside lifting you to the tips of your toes as you fish in his pants until your knuckles graze his length outlined in his boxers. The most endearing and quiet whimper keens from him, and if his lips weren't next to your ear you might not have heard it. Noises spill from him when you shift your hips to the side, giving yourself access to envelope the width in your hand.

"Fuck." he whispers, and hisses when he bites down onto the skin past his lower lip, the breath from his nose washing over your tepid skin.

"You're so fucking big, Sammy," Usually when you say this sentence, it's an ego boost. In this situation, you're telling the complete truth. You haven't seen it, but you can feel it's substantial length. Long, but thin enough to touch your own fingertips around it. He encourages you, allowing you to stick your hand past his boxers in order to feel his velvety skin against your palm. Your grip is loose, and he inhales sharply as he jolts his head up. Your noses brush, breathing in each other's air from gaping mouths as you gently jack him. "You like that? Is that good?" you murmur, and he wordlessly nods. His brows upturn, delicate countenance twisting as he squeezes his eyes shut. You increase your pace, and his heart races. To swallow his sounds, you capture his mouth with yours, but the sensations are too great for him to control his expression, weakly pursing his lips to meet you.

He shudders, a powerful and lingering tremor, the kiss breaking with a wet pop as his cock pulses in your grasp. "Oh, shit," he speaks it like he's made a mistake, "oh, shit. oh, fuck—" the corners of your lips curl, biting down onto your lower one. His tissue is as hard as it can be, and it aches to release... so soon too. It's cute. "I'm close, I'm close. I'm gonna..." His body curls, hunches over, he's panicked, he doesn't know what to do. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum." he warns you, nostrils flaring as his hands move as if he's ready to catch the load he's about to blow. It's a little obvious he's used to jacking himself off. You can see it travel him, how it shoots up from the soles of his feet to electrify through his veins, shivering up his spine. It soils your hand and the inside of his boxers. The fabric soaks it up, leaving a damp and sticky mark. You remove your limb, flicking it out to rid the access onto the pavement as he readjusts his pants to fit his sensitive and softening erection more comfortably.

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mcondance · 3 months

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big dick fontaine <3 size kink is obvious and rampant here…. srry (not at all)

he’s got a bit of a size kink, and it comes with the territory honestly. splitting you open goes to his head, the way you squirm and whine and even cry blows his head up giant.

he can’t help it, not when your head lifts off the bed to watch him slide in like you can’t believe what he’s doing to you. not when he gets to watch you accommodate his size, watch you relax and breathe and well up just from him fucking you open.

not when he gets to talk to you through it. “breathe, mama, breathe,” he tells you, nodding with you when you nod at his words. “gon’ feel so good when you calm down.” you’re trying, you really are, but he’s hot against you and you can feel him notching away inside you, feeding your cunt inch by inch.

it’s not your fault, really, not on you. it’s all on him, and his stupid big dick that you get dizzy even thinking about. even dizzier when it’s inside you, when he’s playing in your guts, got you spread so wide it aches.

only he can satiate that ache, that little thing inside you that craves to be fucked.

and he does. god, he does. “know it’s big, huh mama? i know. look at how you take that shit.” pointed gaze directed down to where he welcomes himself inside you, he’s proud of you, chest swelling up with how good you take him, how you’re so determined to make him fit, hungry for the stretch and the burn that he’s always wanting to give you.

#fontaine x reader #fontaine x black reader #fontaine x black!reader #fontaine x you #they cloned tyrone smut #cw size kink #fontaine smut

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tired-biscuit · 11 months

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18+ fem!reader

kirishima is already so big that he can barely fit inside of you, but with a cock ring on; his immense size makes you feel outright dazed.

he preps you with his fingers; thumb circling your clit and two thick digits pumping in and out of your sopping cunt until you’re gasping for air, begging him for more. it drags out, the foreplay. his forehead rests against your own as he keeps murmuring sweet praises that only make the fever that’s overtaking your body burn even hotter, and with his lips touching your own, he makes you cum at least once so that you’re really ready for the stretch to come.

it makes your body more pliant; more willing to accept such an unbearably big, fat cock like his own has become now. when you nearly start crying for said stretch, pleading and squirming and writhing underneath your lovely himbo boyfriend — asking him so sweetly and with tears welling in your eyes to fill you up with his dick instead, he takes pity on you because he loves you, places the ring on and at long last; tops you.

it’s all done carefully. he keeps your legs spread wide open with the help of his hands, and pushes in a little more than just the tip at first. the beginning is all right, he plays with you a little, gives you a false sense of hope that you’ll actually be able to take him entirely even when he’s got the damned thing on. however, that all comes crashing down the moment he clenches his jaw and tries to go further. in fact, you’re not just hopeless by the time there’s only half of him inside you; you’re actually start feeling like you’re bursting at the fucking seams.

after all, he’s hard, hot, throbbing. is bullying your poor pussy even if he’s spent ages stretching you out and lubing you up. and bless his golden heart, he’s watching you carefully as he does it, searching if there’s any signs of actual discomfort riddling your face whilst he holds himself steady above you. his eyes seem darker as he stares down at you through extremely heavy eyelids; the entire expression makes him look more mature and serious than he actually is.

“mm… you okay, sweetheart?” he asks, swallowing hard. god, he sounds so sexy when his voice gets all strained like this. it’s a rasp that sends a chill rushing over your soul.

“m’fine,” you quickly mumble in reply. on the other hand, has your voice always sounded so squeaky? “it— jesus, fuck, eiji…! it hurts s’good!”

you’re not lying — it really is a good kind of pain that he makes you endure, now. your toes twitch against the small of his back, and he takes that as his cue to try and stuff another inch into you. in response, your heels immediately start to dig into the curve of his spine; sliding over the sweat that gathers on his skin because of how hard he’s concentrating.

you’re both breathing hard, staring into each other’s eyes, reaching down and up just to kiss each other and taste each other’s spit. there’s an overwhelming amount of saliva gathering on your tongue from how he makes you feel. just that: overwhelmed.

and when he at long last slides in all the way, cock ring pressing against your clit — harshly, almost forcefully, despite the permission you’ve granted him — all you can do is throw your head back against the pillow and pray.

#cw size kink #kirishima x reader #kirishima smut #biscuit drabbles

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sook9i · 5 months

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i’m thinking about this again

especially just like,,,how tall kai is in those heels. like he’s pretty tall as is but god just the way it’d feel like he’s just completely dwarfing you. (i am writing this a with shorter person in mind, i’m sorry tall folks 😔 know that i love you too <3)

like imagine you join him on the set for shoot, just some extra support and maybe to catch up a little with bahiyyih. you keep yourself to the outskirts, not wanting to interfere with the shoot. so you end up in some lonely corner; peering out at the hustle & bustle all around you from time to time but mainly just keeping to yourself.

having somewhat tuned out the room’s chaos, you don’t notice the clacking footsteps headed your way. Not until a delicate finger swipes along your chin and twists your head up. There, your boyfriend’s smiling face greets you, however your attention is quickly pulled back to the shoes now adorning his feet. Two, chunky, thick, black, heeled boots, not to mention tall. so tall. The material trailing all the way up to his thigh and stopping just below his interesting outfit combo. Eyes finally moving back up to his, the heat suddenly ravaging your body is incredibly humiliating.

He’s simply towering over you. your head is tilted almost completely back just to get a glimpse of his dazzling smile. it makes your head spin. the way he could so easily loom over you, back you into a corner like cowering prey. caging you in with his strong, bare arms. it’s embarrassing. he seems so happy to see you wearing a sweet, innocent, face; while your mind is racing a mile a minute down into its most depraved corners.

Imagining him standing over you, pressing the heel of his shoe hard into your skin. laughing at the way you’d whine and beg. such an evil look on his soft face, so unlike your sweet hyuka. but you’d be lying if you said the idea of him forcing you onto your knees just to fuck your face while he remained dressed like this didn’t make your core ache desperately.

Looking back at his happy face, you struggle to return the smile. It completely drops the moment you catch the teasing tone of his voice. “So, do you like the outfit?”

GRARRARARSRAH I NEED HIM HORRIBLY 👹👹👹 (also ignore any spelling/grammar mistakes i just wrote this on a whim)

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saetoshis · 2 years

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yoriichi who has the best breathy moans when you ride him. your pussy swallowing his cock whole and he cant help but shudder under you with his hands grabbing your hips so hard he’ll leave bruises later. praising you, telling you how good you feel around him and how well you take his big cock. the bulge that reappears whenever you slam your hips down as he groaning and twitching against your sticky walls. he cant help but rut up into you when he’s close, keeping your hips flush against his as his cum shoots up into your spasming heat and spilling down the sides of his thick cock. you’ve made him feel good, now with himself between your trembling thighs he thinks you deserve a reward too. it’s merely a bonus that he’s cleaning your messy pussy up with his tongue in the process

ASFASLJFA literally this bonked me on the head so hard it gave me a concussion 😻😻😻

[‹ WITH ›] yoriichi!

[‹ MATURE CONTENT WARNINGS ›]

afab!reader, riding, soft top!yoriichi, size kink, praise, pet names [baby, pretty thing], some dumbification, creampie, cunnilingus + a blowjob [69ing], cum eating

"just like that... just like that, baby. little more for me. just for me..."

yoriichi's every gentle praised mutter is enough to make your head spin, hips stuttering as they swirl and grind in his lap. his eyes are hazed in a glassy sheen as they watch your pretty expressions and tits bouncing right in front of him, eyebrows furrowed and mouth gaped as soft rasped words spill out like a broken dam.

"t-too big, yori," you murmur and whine, his cock stretching between your walls and pressing up into places you didn't even know could possibly be reached - just getting it to fit inside was a pain.

"shh, i know, i know," yoriichi coos against your lips as his hands drag along your waist, hips slowly grinding up to meet yours and bury his cock into the hilt of your pussy. his tongue slips out to tangle with yours, your every choked whimper filling his mouth and making his cock feel tighter. "know it's big, baby, i'm sorry... but you can take it, can't you? for me?"

"y-yeah, for you..." you parrot mindlessly, letting his brawny hands guide your body to bounce in his lap. the room echoes with wet smacks and fervent moans, shallow breaths intermingling as you chase sheer euphoria together. "gonna help you feel good..."

"yeah? there you go, pretty thing. g-getting me so close," yoriichi gasps out, fingers digging into your ass harshly enough to leave marks he'll qualm about finding tomorrow morning. he can't help the ache in his cock as it twitches with every wet drag along your walls, and it takes every ounce of will in him not to fuck up into you greedily.

"y-yori, wanna feel you cum inside," your pleasure-drunken words rattle in his brain and trigger something innate in him, something he can't resist.

it only takes a split second before his resolve cracks and he's grabbing your hips taut, brawny arms and chest flexing sharply with every forceful bounce and brash smacking noise. apologies of 'so sorry baby, can't hold back anymore' come out in a slew of gasped mumbles, his maroon eyes hazy with neediness and his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

"s-shit, you're so good for me. love the way you take it," yoriichi grunts out roughly between shallow pants, cock twitching at each slapping connection of your hips. shudders flitter down his abs like a cascade, climax swelling in his body as he rasps out, "gonna make me cum nice and hard... gonna give you what you want, baby."

with his cock bottomed out and his eyebrows furrowed, shaky gasps and moans fall out of his gaped mouth as ropes and ropes of cum spill between your walls. it takes just a few slow grinds of his hips for his cum to leak out around his shaft, your eyes half-lidded as you peer at the mess smothering between your thighs.

"come up here, let me clean you up," yoriichi mutters breathily in a euphoria-entranced daze, letting himself slip out from your cunt as he turns you around - your hips now hovering over his face with your head just inches from his slick-smothered cock. "gonna make you feel good now..."

your tongue flits along the head of his cock, eliciting a shudder from him as you wrap your lips around his shaft to suck and fervently lick the slick cum coating it. you can't help but whine out onto his now-sensitive cock as his tongue delves through your folds, catching the mixture of his cum and your slick into his mouth.

"s-shit, yori... feels good," you murmur incoherently as the head of his cock pokes into your cheek, all before you glide down further to shove your nose into his hips. the abrupt groan he lets out is panted and shuddered, his fingers digging into your plush hips as he rapaciously shoves his tongue into your cunt.

"feel it all, baby... it's all for you."

2022 MUZANS.

tagging: @cherrykamado @aveegrex @inumaki-i

#ASDHAOSDJN YORIICHI #GOD BLESS GOD BLESS #[‹ moshi's favs : cadie ›]#[‹ moshi : moshi? ›]#[‹ moshi : writes ›]#[‹ yoriichi! ›]#yoriichi smut #yoriichi x reader #kny smut #kny x reader #demon slayer smut #demon slayer x reader #cw breeding #cw size kink #cw dumbification

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biscuitsngravie · 5 months

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gangsta fairytale (shanks x reader)

cw/tw: mafia/gang setting, age gap (shanks 39, reader 22), fem reader, kidnapping (brief), not exactly a sugar daddy but he we love extravagant flauntings of wealth & financial security, smut lol, piv sex, size kink (he’s 6’6 like cmon LMAO), exhibitionism, we cum inside cause its fun inside, breeding kink, dacryphillia, nickname for reader is “buttercup, and pretty girl” unprotected sex, slightly public sex? Smol mention, belly bulge

part 2 -- part 3

At a club on a thursday night cause you wanted to go, but your friends aren’t free till the weekend and you couldn’t wait. But of course that means it’s mostly a sausage party even tho girls get in free before ten cause it’s still a thursday. And every sausage in the party wants your attention

You’re at the bar nursing a drink wondering why you even came and start debating to leave when a very not sleezy looking guy comes up to you and asks “you wanna know my favorite number?” right before leaning way too close to whisper in your ear “69” before you can even turn to scowl at him

Shanks who grabs the hand that’s about to grab your waist (unbeknownst to you) and leans down to ask the guy “you wanna know my favorite number?” his voice is so heavy you can feel the vibration in your own chest despite the blaring music. You turn around to see an absolute tree of a man and you don’t know if your fight or flight or fuck is kicking in

The guy scurries off cause like….its fucking shanks

Instead of being a bigger fish to outsleeze the guy he asks if you’re alright. You just kinda nod and give a half-assed “yeah” with your eyes mostly down and away from him. He just nods back and taps the bar as he gets ready to leave going “well be safe out here” and it’s that that has you asking him to stay. You insist you wanna buy him a drink and it’s not too hard to convince him to stay for free alcohol so he does.

He compliments your fit casually and is your face warm? No, it’s the alcohol silly. You start talking about all the annoying guys here and how “uncouth” they are (he raises his eyebrows at that one) as you just complain about how “there’s piss in the dating pool.” you wonder if you’ll just have to find the “least shitty” person and settle with them

He starts talking less as you enter your tirade. Eyeing you down and going “well if you don’t mind hanging out with this old fart, i can show you how we did dating back in the day.” you try to give him your snapchat but he doesn’t have it and can’t work it even when you get him to download it, so you just give him your number instead

He tells you to shoot him a text that you got home safe and you think it’s cheesy but you do it anyway

The date is super nice, he takes you to this really nice cafe you’ve been meaning to go to. It’s kinda strange cause the menu doesn’t have prices so it’s hard to choose (being a college student and all) but he assures you he’ll cover the bill and to eat your heart out. After that he takes you on a ferry ride and talks about history on every part of the waterfront. It’s then that you find out he’s in love with the sea and the taste of adventure, but he’s (mostly) settled down nowadays. You hope you can go on an adventure with him one day

You two spend a lot of time talking together (you mostly about your classes and professor drama, him mostly about his adventures in his youth, it’s then that he tells you he’s 39) and spend the waning hours of daylight shoreside, and as the sun sets he maps out the stars for you

“Not to be too forward, but i’d love to steal more of your time.”

So you guys go on another date. And another. And an—

Part of you wonders if/when he’ll ask you to be his girlfriend, but you don’t wanna do the “what are we?” talk, so instead you do your best to enjoy whatever it is you do have. No matter how many times he grabs you by the chin to face him when you’re looking off into the distance asking “what’s up, buttercup?” you just give the same variation of nothing answers. He knows what you want, but he’s scared to give it to you cause of who he is. If only you knew.

You’re walking down the street one day and try to ignore the scurrying behind you. You knew you should’ve left the library earlier, as the days are getting shorter, but the project is due this friday and—

You can’t even scream properly since they cover your mouth first. Your keys are between your fingers, but they grabbed your wrists at the same time. You’re blindfolded and gagged, delicately (as possible) placed in the backseat of a car. They keep saying how perfect you are for their boss and a bag of rocks drops from your stomach to your ass

They take you inside a building, up an elevator and blah blah blah, they take your blindfold off and “present” you to their…

“Shanks!”

“Watch your mouth!” one of them is about to smack you for the disrespect but shanks stops him with a raise of his hand and gives a sign to untie you. You run to him on his ridiculously fancy chair and hop in his arms crying about how these guys kidnapped you and were going to send you to some creep

He asks if you’re hurt, his frown lines pressed into his face as he realizes how bad you’re trembling. He holds you close when you look at him with tears in your eyes, wobbly lips, and a shaky voice saying you’re fine.

If looks could kill, the pair would’ve been incinerated on the spot. But they can’t. So shanks sends them away for a more effective method. They’re never seen again.

It’s then that he says he tells you that he’s the boss. You don’t understand at first until he explains that he’s “inherited” the title since the passing of his father as the crowned prince of the organization

While you’re trying to process it, he explains that that’s why he never asked you to become official with him. That and he didn’t wanna “steal your youth” away from you. But after you beg to stay with him despite it all, he sighs and says he has to be a “real man and stop pussyfitting around.” you’re his girl, and he should’ve been man enough to admit it and take care of you like he should have

Yall are official now. :)

@honeeslust here ya go!

#shanks x reader #shanks smut #shanks x you #cw gang #cw mafia #size difference #smut #cw breeding kink #cw dacryphilia #cw belly bulge #one piece smut #jordussy speaks #jordussy

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van1llam1lkk · 7 months

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Kinktober week 2 — Virgins

[ nsfw | CW ; First time, missionary, praise, body worship, Size difference, mentions of breeding, cream pie, pussy drunk, light overstim, Oral(F receiving), themes of making it fit, cock warming at the end, Dubcon(just in case) ]

Male x Female Reader

a/n ; I've been going through brain rot about sweet ol' virgins with big dicks... which is really the only excuse as to why Fujio exists now.

wc ; 2.1k

Synopsis — Loosing your virginity to your equally inexperienced big dick boyfriend... That's it.

Your fingers smooth over the ivory silk, tips tickled by the fine threads, "You don't think it's..." You trail off into a unfinished question eyes flickering over to his.

He stays silent for the most part, gingerly grabbing your hands and stopping them from running over the wrinkles in the fabric in favor of pulling them above your head.

"We can probably still trade it back in—" You continue on, nervously squirming under his intense gaze.

"No... You look pretty in this." He mumbles softly, "And it's only fair to dress you up like a princess, right?" He asked, tilting his head. You hesitantly nod, trying to relax your body.

He looked so pretty from this angle, pinning you against the soft mattress, observant eyes undressing you. It was a little unnerving honesty, Fujio wasn't the type of person to be this... Quiet.

But considering this was your first time, with each other. With him it makes some sense as to how serious he is being.

A soft warm kiss is planted against your temple, letting his weight settle in between your legs. "I can't believe this is all for me." He whispers, a shaky quiver entering his words.

Large hands wonder down your body, playing with frills and squeezing at anything they could get on- Chest, hips, thighs.

A strained whimper escapes your lips as his hands trailed down your body, the soft touch of his fingers as they explored your curves making you shiver.

You swear— with how hard your heart heart is pounding you might have a heart attack.

He leans down, soft lips pressing up against yours. Even with his position you can still feel how anxious he is, carful with every movement as if you you'd break if he made one wrong move.

You lean into the kiss, it's different gentle and passionate. Only familiar to the many nights you two spent grinding against each other eager for one's warmth.

Your hands entangled themselves into his long black hair, lightly tugging on the strands until a soft groan escapes into the kiss.

His hands worm their way in between your thighs teasing your clit beneath the ivory colored silk. Applying only the bare minimum of pressure to get you whimpering into the kiss- whimpers that he greedily eats up.

Eventually he pulls away, panting heavily. Gaze lingering on your face before looking down at your sex where his hand was busy teasing.

Thumb swiping over your sensitive nub. Lust filled eyes admiring how your panties started dampening. "Your so pretty." He breathes out in a sigh, letting his free hand come down to hold your squirming hips still.

You blush, shifting your gaze away from his intense stare in favor of looking at the ceiling. "N-Not as pretty as you." You stammer out, unable to think straight with the how frustrated your getting with the minimal pressure he's using — Enough to have you whimpering and shuddering but nowhere near enough to bring you to the edge.

His thumb continues stroking you, a small smile adorning his lips at how impatient you're getting. "You are." He whispers, leaning down to kiss your form.

Small, light kisses that he placed down against your neck, collar bones, breasts, all of them just a little too close to your chest to be considered "decent".

"Fujio..." You breath out, his last kiss was placed directly on top of your cunt.

"May I?" He hesitantly asks eyes fixated on the twitches of your pussy beneath the damp material.

You bite your lip, hesitating for the briefest of moments before nodding your head.

"Oh, you don't know how long I've been waiting to taste you." He quickly says voice shaky with anticipation, leaning in to give your clit a slow, teasing lick.

A pleasant sigh escapes your lips from the warm sensation of his tongue. Shifting your position so your legs were sat atop his shoulders. The sensation was more pleasant than you thought, his tongue warm and wet with saliva.

Your hands find his way through his hair again, whimpering at his experimental licks and sucks, His eyes staring up at your face to see what made your already faltering composure crumble more.

If your eyes hadn't fluttered shut you could've seen the way his hips seemed to grind against the mattress, chasing some kind of simulation in its tight confines.

It wasn't long until he found a pace, mouth latched onto your pussy— Staining the already wet panties with spit.

" F-fuck Fujio~" You whimpered, already shut eyes squeezing together. "Please— please don't stop." You stammered out, thighs twitching around his head.

He moaned into your pussy, his own hips mindlessly humping into the mattress. Fingers digging into the fat of your hip pulling it deeper into his face.

You swallow thickly, the hand in his hair tightening into a fist while the other grabs at the blankets beneath you.

"Close— m' so close fuck." You warned trying to keep your thighs from squeezing shut and suffocating him.

With a brief moment of hesitation he pulls his mouth off of your cunt, A wet 'pop' sound following.

Your glossy eyes fluttered open, a confused, frustrated whine escaping you as you rub your knees together. Trying to keep that orgasm from slipping away but it had already disappeared.

"M' so sorry baby, I— I just wanna feel you come on m' cock." He panted heavily, shoving his pants down just enough to free his already leaking cock.

"You— you can do that for me right? Yeah, I know you can." He quickly said, his own composure slipping because he finally gets to feel you around him, pussy fluttering and clenching because of him.

Giving himself a few good strokes to smear the pre along his length.

You eyes slightly widen at the size, you're not sure what's different about now compared to the steamy nights you two would hump each other— Maybe because unlike those other times he's actually going to fuck you.

"I don't think it'll fit—" You say under your breath, eyeing the tip. Could he even fit the tip in?

You know it's just the virgins anxiety getting to you, but why did God decide to make his dick look so big?

"It'll fit, I'll make it fit if I have to." He says, leaning down to kiss you again. "I'll just take it slow alright darling?" He adds a moment later.

You hesitantly nod your head, opening your legs so he's able to slot himself in between.

He leans over you, hands slowly reaching up to pull your panties down your legs and You obediently kick them off. Trying to keep your mind off of the heavy thumping of your heart or the increasing anxiety.

It's a little funny seeing his own eyes widening at the sight of your glistening pussy, a smile he's clearly trying to fight off forming onto his face.

"Your so pretty like this." He whispered, placing a hand right next to your head with the other one slapping the tip of his cock against your clit.

Savouring the way your hips tried squirming into the sensation.

He carefully pushes the tip against your entrance. A little frown forming on his face when it slipped past for the third time, a sigh of content leaving him when your own hand goes down and guides his length into you.

Just the head was enough to make you want to weep at the overwhelming feeling of something big inside you.

"Shit—" You cursed, squeezing your tear-filled eyes shut.

"Relax baby" he panted, slowly sinking into you pretty little whimpers and praise spilling from his lips.

He bit at his lips the second he bottomed out, "Fuck, you're so tight-" he whimpered, peppering your face with kisses. "oh I' feel like m' gonna cum already." He slurred out. You can feel him trembling, it's not from coldness but from the effort he's putting into not thrusting his hips.

"Tell- tell me when I can move." He huffed out, holding your hips closely up to his pelvis.

The two of you stay in that position for what felt like eternity, bodies closely pressed up against each other, breathing in each other's heavy pants. "I love you, I love you so much." You whispered wrapping legs around his waist.

"I love you too, I love you so so much— you're perfect, everything I ever could want and more" He rambled trying to stay focused on how pretty you look right now.

Glossy eyes staring lovingly at him, it's enough to have his cock twitching inside of you.

You swallow thickly, running fingers through his hair. Though a part of you wants to stay like this forever— There was a primal part that was starting become overwhelming, focusing on how nicely he stretched you out, how good it must feel when he drags his dick along those gooey, tender spots that has your toes curling and eyes rolling back in pleasure.

And those thoughts are starting to feel more appealing by the second, with a shaky exhale you whisper a meek

"M' ready—" Oh but before you could even let the last word leave your mouth he's already pulling out of you, till only his tip remained in before snapping his hips forward.

Greedy hands holding your hips tightly, to keep you in place as he fucked into you. "Thank— thank you." He says in between pretty gasps and groans, he wasn't even doing anything special. But with how thick he was, it grinded against everything just right, blunt head hitting spots you didn't even knew existed inside of you.

His eyes eagerly fixated on the way he seemed to sink and pull out of you so easily when just a moment ago he needed help getting it inside you in the first place.

"Haaa, please don't stop—" You whined, fingers tightening their grip on the blankets.

You can't tell whether it' feels amazing or agonizing, the way it feels like he's forcing space inside of you- bullying into your pussy with each heavy thrust of his hips.

"Shit oh, I can't— not now don't wanna cum now." He cursed under his breath, leaning his weight into you to fuck deeper.

That was all it took before your brain was short-circuiting, mindless pleas' and babbles spilling from your lips. Legs tightly wrapped around his waist, wanting more.

A shaky hands move over to your clit, rubbing sticky circles and shapes all over it. "Can— Can you cum on my dick for me? I know you can, you'll be a good girl for me right?" He babbled, equally as fucked out as you— which is saying something.

Wet squelching sounds ringing through the air everytime his hips made contact, slick and precum wetting the creaky bed beneath the two of you.

Your eyes fall shut, head lolling to the side. "Fu—fuck, you feel so good." You panted out, unable to form words properly any longer.

"Shit shit shit shit— m' gonna breed you, stuff you full of my cum" Hissing out as his thrusts turn sloppy, sloppy for his standards.

He held your hips in place as he let out a primal grunt, your fluttering hole being filled white with his cum.

Following his orgasm you came undone, the fullness pushing you over the edge as you mindlessly pleaded for more and moaned.

Loud wet slapping sounds resounding through the whole room, thick, sticky pearly whites leaking from his cock and spilling out beneath you, getting onto your thighs with each twitch.

His hips absentmindedly humped into you, fucking his cum deeper into you despite the overwhelming simulation.

"Fuck, I can feel it, I can feel everything" you whimpered out, fingers digging into the blanket beneath you.

He stays like that for a moment, heavily panting against your neck. Hands that kept your hips glued to his pelvis squeezing supportively.

You whimper softly, squirming beneath his weight. "Your squishing me..." You complain trying to push him off with little to no avail. You were about to complain more but he'd whisper something into your ear and though you're not entirely sure what he said, he sounded desperate.

"Mhmm what?" You mumbled internally cringing at the feeling of slick and cum oozing out of your hole.

"I love you." He whispered out, body already succumbing to sleep.

You stay silent for a moment a little smile on your face "I love you too." You whisper, fluttering your eyes shut for a moment. "Fujio you didn't fall asleep did you? You're still on top and inside of me." You asked, squeezing his shoulders lightly.

You never got that answer out of him. His soft breaths tickling your neck, You look up at the ceiling and let your mind fade, his soft breaths lulling you to sleep.

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