#tw: belly bulge

[shig-a-shig-ah]

WORTH THE WAIT

When you and Spinner start dating, you know he’s inexperienced and you’ll need to take things slow. Still, you can’t help but wonder why he seems to avoid being alone with you.

As it turns out, he’s just shy about his very unique anatomy.

» pairing: Spinner x afab!reader » word count: 4.4k » notes: This fic was co-authored with @sugarakis-p2​, so huge shoutout to them for writing the bulk of the smut (and be sure to go give them some love if you liked the filth). I was supposed to write this as part of my 1k follower event last year, and got super waylaid after writing the setup, so this def would not have seen the light of day without them! The prompt was for virgin!double-dick!Spinner with an experienced reader, and for life of me I do not remember who requested it but if you’re out there, I hope you enjoy. » contains: double-dick Spinner, soft virgin Spinner, no prep, double penetration (one hole), belly bulge, creampie. 18+, minors DNI. » ao3 mirror

It's sweet, how nervous Spinner is the first time he takes you out. He stammers through small talk, barely managing to look you in the eye as the two of you slurp down noodles in some hole-in-the-wall place where you won't be recognized, and where it won't matter if you are. His cheeks burn red at every one of you reassuring smiles, and that's cute too, though it also makes you a little sad. You know it's not just his natural shyness that has him constantly looking around at the other couples, or rubbing at his neck like he can't believe his luck. He's told you what his life was like before the League, after all—lonely and isolated in some backwater town where things weren't exactly easy for heteromorphs.

You're also not surprised to learn, through what sputtering conversation he manages, that he doesn't haven't much dating experience, and that in his case not much amounts to nothing at all.

You don't mind that. Find it endearing, really, especially when it's the polar opposite of you, with just enough experience under your belt to leave you feeling jaded with the whole idea of romance. Or rather, that's how you'd felt right up until you met him. After that it had been weeks of flirting and not-so-subtly showing your interest—and, you're fairly certain, of Toga and half the League nagging him to get on with it already—before he'd finally invited you to dinner.

An enjoyable dinner, at that; you have a good time despite the awkwardness, even if he's clearly too in his own head to realize it.

You don't mind that, either. Only wait until he walks you home and the time comes to say good night, and then lean in to press your lips against the soft scales of his cheek.

"I had a good time," you tell him, as he stares wide-eyed and red-faced. "Let's do it again.”

One date turns into two, then three. By then Spinner is capable of conversation and minimal closeness; he only fumbles slightly when you work up the nerve to lace your fingers through his clawed ones as you drag him around the rundown arcade he'd suggested. He grins too, rather than issuing those shy, uncertain smiles, even if he still obviously tries to suppress his enthusiasm as he rattles off trivia about various game franchises.

It's cute. He's cute, with the way he keeps brushing strands of lilac hair out of his face, and how he still looks away every time you let your adoring gaze linger. And though that night is the first time you think seriously about how much you'd like to get him alone—really alone—you also know things will keep moving slowly. You don't even consider inviting him in when he walks you home at the end of the night.

You do notice, though, how he hesitates outside your door before saying goodbye. How he reverts back to stuttering, all of it nothing but forced small talk—a flimsy excuse to hang around.

It's clear what he wants to do, and you spare him the struggle of working up the courage.

"Shuichi," you say gently, lifting one hand to cup his face. When he goes silent and still, you lean in and press your mouth to his. It's short. Sweet. Wonderful.

And when it's over you both smile at each other, and you go inside alone.

For your sixth date you finally give in to that urge to get Spinner alone, and invite him over for a movie. It's not meant to pressure him, exactly; you think of it more as providing an opportunity. Your goodnight kisses have started to linger a little longer after all, and there's a whole world between chaste kisses on your doorstep and actually taking him to bed. It's a world you're eager to explore.

At first, you think he's eager too. There's a shyness in the glances he keeps sending your way, but there's also a new anticipation there, one you can't help but notice as you curl up on the couch together. So, you let your head fall to rest on his muscular shoulder, and when there's a lull in the film you turn your head to look at him and shift a little closer, peering up at him from behind your lashes.

Spinner swallows hard. His nerves are obvious in his wide eyes and the rapid beating of his heart, but he doesn't hesitate when you slot your mouth against his. He leans in, moving uncertainly as the kiss deepens, and gasps in surprise when your tongue traces lightly over what passes for his lower lip. His own thin tongue flicks out; he tastes faintly sweet-tart like the energy drinks you see him indulge in on occasion. A faint thrill sparks in your belly and a pleased moan slips past your lips as you instinctively try to deepen that kiss, craving more.

And then Spinner is pulling back abruptly. He refuses to look at you as he retreats to the other side of the couch, shifting uncomfortably.

"I hear this part is really good," he mumbles, nodding to the movie. "We should watch."

You spend the rest of the evening fidgeting with embarrassment, wondering what you did wrong, and Spinner beats a hasty retreat the moment the credits start to roll.

"Did I—did I do something wrong the other night?"

It's taken you an hour to work up to the question, and even then you only ask because you apparently have to. Spinner's clearly not going to bring up the way he practically fled your apartment the last time you saw each other.

You'd thought after he left that maybe he just needed time—thought maybe that was why he'd texted you the next day and invited you to the hideout, but then he never brought it up. And you haven't been able to stop worrying that you'd offended him, or turned him off somehow.

But he only shakes his head quickly at the question. "Of course not." The scales on his cheeks redden as he adds, more quietly, "You know I really like hanging out with you."

"Good," you say, "because I really like hanging out with you, too. I—" You pause. Deliberate, and then lean in to kiss him. It's soft and short, and he doesn't give any indication that he doesn't like it. "I really like you."

"Me too," Spinner says, practically tripping over his words in his rush to get them out. "That's what I should have said, that's what I meant."

You grin. He grins.

But when the two of you are done with the game you're playing and you shift a little closer to him, he still jumps to his feet, mumbling about seeing what the others are up to as he drags you out the door.

"I just wish he'd tell me if he's not interested in me like that," you complain to Toga two dates later. Both times it ended the same—anything more than a lingering goodnight kiss, and Spinner started stuttering excuses for why he couldn't stay. When you asked what was wrong, he only denied acting strange.

Toga's emphatic in her response. "Of course he's interested! I've seen the way he looks at you, all blushy and stuff?" Her yellow eyes take on a far-away glaze, her face flushing the way it does at the mere thought of romance. "And you should have seen him when he was trying to work up the courage to ask you out."

You want to believe her, but you're not sure you do. You stir the melting ice in your drink, suddenly glad that Shigaraki is the only other person here. His face is hidden behind a curtain of hair, attention firmly fixed on the game he's playing on his handheld.

Your gaze focuses back on Toga. "If he likes me so much, why is he scared to be alone with me? I knew he'd want to take things slow, but anything more than holding hands or a goodnight kiss, and he practically flees."

"Maybe he's embarrassed. Maybe that's all it takes to get him"—Toga covers her mouth and giggles—"you know."

You get the gist. Think she might even be right, because it wasn't until after the movie at your place—until after that more heated kiss—that he'd started working so hard not to be alone with you.

But that doesn't make you feel any better.

"We've been on eight dates. And he knows I'm not inexperienced like him. Why would I care if he gets turned on just by making out." You chew at your lip. Let out a sigh. "And he won't even talk to me about it. Just pretends like he has no idea what I'm talking about."

Toga hums sympathetically. Is quiet for a moment, and then perks up again. "Maybe he's asexual?"

You consider it. You could work with that, probably—it's the constant rejections that are getting to you more than the absence of an escalating physical relationship. But before you can ponder the possibility much, there's a snort from across the bar.

"You're both idiots." Shigaraki hadn't given any indication that he was listening, and he doesn't even bother to look up from his game as he says it. Even so, his tone holds no small amount of derision.

"That's not very nice, Tomura-kun," Toga pouts.

"So? It's true." His red eyes finally flick up from the screen, brow knitting into an unimpressed stare. "Spinner's room is right next to mine, I can hear what he does after those dates. He's definitely not asexual." Cracked lips curve into an unsettled frown, and then Shigaraki's face smooths just as quickly, one hand raising to point accusingly. "Besides, if either of you had any brains, you'd realize what has him acting so weird."

You roll your eyes, but you take the bait. "Care to fill us in, then?"

Whatever answer you were expecting, it's not what Shigaraki gives. "He has two dicks."

You blink. He has to be fucking with you, but you also know he's not the type. Sarcastic or downright sour, sure, but not much for pranks or outright lies. You and Toga exchange a brief glance. "Did he tell you that?"

"No, but he has a gecko Quirk, right? Geckos have two dicks." There's an edge of impatience in Shigaraki's voice, like this should all be common knowledge. "He's probably just worried he'll scare you off if he pops a boner." Shigaraki smirks, then outright snickers. "Or boners."

You ignore that last part; you're already pulling out your phone to check what he's telling you. A second later your eyes are widening at the images on-screen.

Maybe Shigaraki is on to something.

"This is stupid," you mutter to yourself as you hover outside Spinner's door two days later. Reluctant though you'd been to take dating advice from Shigaraki—a man whose experience is, you're certain, limited to the eroges not-so-discreetly tucked away on the top shelf in his bedroom—desperate times do call for desperate measures. And when your date last night had ended with a languid kiss and Spinner running off red-faced and stammering, it really had started to feel like desperate times.

You force yourself to lift your hand and knock.

There's a faint shuffling before Spinner opens the door. When he does he's shirtless, a faint sheen of sweat covering the toned span of his chest and that's enough to render you momentarily mute. You knew he trained—had listened to him talk impatiently about wanting to be stronger for the sake of the League—but you hadn't considered you might be interrupting by showing up unannounced. He apparently hadn't considered it might be you knocking, either, because his eyes go wide and his face starts to redden almost at once.

He rubs at the back of his neck. "What are you—"

You cut him off before he can start, pushing past him into his room. "Don't talk. Just listen."

He fidgets nervously but he nods, and you shake your head in an effort to focus. Seeing him half-undressed is distracting, and apparently not just for you, either. He keeps glancing from where you're standing to where his shirt is slung over the back of a chair, but he clearly doesn't know if he should reach for it after you'd so emphatically told him to simply hear you out.

You drop your gaze to avoid looking at the swell of his pecs or the defined lines that bisect his abdomen. If this conversation goes the way you're hoping it will, then maybe you can finally take the time to appreciate just how fit your almost-boyfriend is.

"I've been thinking," you slowly start, "about why you don't want to be alone with me." Spinner opens his mouth like he's about to deny it; before he can, you take a few steps forward, until there's only a few inches of space between you. You lift one hand to cup his cheek. "It's okay. I knew there must be a reason, especially because I feel like I've been pretty clear that I want to be alone with you." You lean in, pressing your lips gently to Spinner's. When you pull away there's a clear internal conflict on his face—his brow furrowed and his breath shaky. You give him a soft smile. "It's your Quirk, right?"

Spinner shifts uncomfortably. His hands lift, and at first you're worried he's going to push you away from where you're still standing so close to him. Instead, he averts his eyes, swallowing hard before he mumbles, "I'm not... I'm not like most guys. Down there."

Your heart twists a little at how self-conscious he looks, but you still can't help laughing a little. "I sort of figured that out already. I might have, uh, googled some things."

"And you're not—I mean, you'd still want to...?"

There's an edge of hope in Spinner's voice now, earnest even if he sounds like he can't quite believe it. The smile you've been wearing widens, and you finally let your gaze drop to look him over. Your hand trails from his cheek down along his shoulder, then down along his arm, your fingers brushing over the swell of his biceps and further still. You lace your fingers through his own, and tug him towards his bed, nodding for him to sit. He hesitates, then does as you ask. Before he can protest, you're sliding into his lap, knees settling alongside his hips.

His eyes widen, his breath catching, and you stroke soothingly at his hair. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to," you murmur, leaning in for a brief kiss, "but I really do mean it, Shu. I want you."

Spinner's tense beneath you, every muscle in his body seemingly rigid with nerves, but his hands settle tentatively at your hips. That's all the encouragement you need to lean in and kiss him again. And, though you've tried to be gentle on all the occasions before this, you don't hold back now; the moment his mouth starts to press back against yours, you're parting your lips to deepen the kiss, licking at his tongue and savoring the small noise that rises up from the back of his throat.

He pulls away when that sound escapes him, but it's not in the same way as before; he's making no move to rise, is only casting his eyes down in embarrassment.

"Sorry," he mumbles, as though he has to apologize for finally giving you a real reaction. You only shake your head and dive back in, letting your tongue tangle with his more vigorously this time. His fingers grip tighter at your hips, pulling you closer until his bare chest is pressing solidly against you and he's whimpering without any more apologies, his hips bucking just the slightest. He lets out another whiny, surprised sound when you grind yourself back against him a little, and it's then you realize you can feel him—twin bulges pressing into the soft flesh of your inner thighs.

Your hips rock against him, your lips moving from his mouth to his jaw. You hadn't wanted to rush or pressure him, but the feel of him beneath you now is making it hard to remember that: all you want to do is explore him.

You drag your palms over his chest. Wrap your arms around him to grip at the taut muscles of his defined back. "Shu," you whine, your stomach fluttering and your heat pressing harder against him in the hopes he gets the hint. When he goes still beneath you, you prepare for disappointment, but a second later you're pleasantly surprised.

"I—" Spinner starts, and then pauses. He takes a deep breath and tries again, tripping over his own tongue. "You're so—you're so beautiful, and I wanted..." He hides his face in your neck, seemingly unable to finish. He can only murmur against your skin, "But I never thought..."

You can see his scales turning red, and you lift one hand to stroke at his hair, coaxing him gently back so you can look at him. "I know. But I want you, Shu." Want him so badly it hurts. To try and show him just how much you mean it, you let your fingers trail over the soft skin of stomach, down towards his straining arousals. You brush lightly over those pronounced bulges. "All of you."

Spinner's mouth drops open, a shuddering exhale escaping him even as his whole being softens into the touch.

"R-really?" he asks, and you nod, staring into his eyes. For a moment the two of you are silent, simply gazing at each other. Then, just as you're beginning to wonder if you need to be more assertive, he seems to steel himself; a second later he's reversing your positions, pinning you beneath him and pressing his mouth hungrily to yours, grinding himself against you even as shaky hands work to tug off your shirt.

"Is—is this okay?" he pauses to ask as the fabric bunches under your chest, but you only nod eagerly and reach up to help him slip the shirt over your head, feeling a familiar rush of excitement as you realize this is really, finally happening. You feel another thrill when you realize just how new this familiar act will feel, too. Because it's Spinner, and no matter what else you've done, you haven't been with anyone like him—not with anyone you liked as much, and certainly not with anyone sharing his unique anatomy.

The heat pooling in your gut only intensifies when you consider the possibilities, when you think about how thoroughly he could wreck you. You want that. Need it.

"'S more than okay," you breathe. Your hands drop to fumble with his pants, shoving them down over his hips, and though Spinner's own fingers are shaky he manages to start working off your own.

He helps you pull off your shirt next, and once you're both in your underwear he doesn't hesitate as much as before. He only pauses to kiss you passionately, the velvety smoothness of his scales intoxicating against your skin.

He grinds his cocks against you with a whimper. "How should—how should we—"

The words cut off with a cute moan when you cant your hips to grind harder against him, all the more eager and impatient now that this is really happening. Thankfully, he doesn't seem to mind—his own hips are working back against yours with fervor, his breathing ragged.

"I... I wanted to try..." It's hard to speak now, hard to focus on anything except the ache in your center that's been waiting too long to be quelled. How lucky, then, that Spinner's uniquely equipped to satisfy you. "Both," you manage to pant. "Both at once."

You can't help but giggle at the way Spinner's eyes widen, his scales during a deep crimson as he averts his eyes. "Okay," he says, hooking clawed fingers around the band of his boxers, shifting just enough to slip them off, the bashful expression never leaving his face.

When his cocks finally spring free, you gasp—not at the fact there are two, but at the size, both of them bigger than you'd expected. All your research had pointed to a variety of possible shapes and sizes, but to your delight they're thick, flushed red and almost human but with smoother heads, cascading pearly beads for you.

Spinner tries to pull away to reposition himself, and you stop him. "Where are you going? I want to touch."

Spinner pants as you caress his throbbing lengths, slicking them up with the copious pre leaking from his tips. His clawed fingertips dig into your sides as he braces himself, obviously struggling to temper his responses, not that he needs to on your account. It's cute how worked up he is, has you desperate to see how he reacts to finally being inside you.

That thought is enough to put an end to your patience. You shimmy out of your panties as fast as you can, and then stretch your grip wide to take both his cocks in one hand, pressing them together and leaning back to guide him towards your puffy lips, teasing at your drooling entrance with what's effectively now one massive cock.

"N-now?" he stutters, looking almost panicked.

You grin mischievously. "You want to touch me, too, don't you?"

Spinner nods. "B-but shouldn't we"—he whines as you guide his tips over your soaked slit—"shouldn't we prep you more?" He's clearly nervous, his hands shaking as he grips at your side.

You only giggle. "You're slick enough."

With that, you arch up into him. He groans immediately, pressing down on your hot body and holding you close as the substantial girth of his combined cocks breaches your wet hole. You whine at the stretch, and the sting of that invasion, and Spinner starts to pull away almost at once. You wrap your legs around his waist to keep him close, clinging to his back in wordless encouragement to continue, too breathless to actually speak.

You don't know what you were expecting, exactly, but what you get is mindblowing. The sweet fullness of him slowly slipping inside you, and the coolness of his smooth scales against your flushed body has you practically quaking beneath him already as he kisses along your neck.

"You're so—a-ah—so warm, 'n tight," he slurs against your lips, repeating those words over and over as he inches his way deeper. He only stops to look anxiously at your face when you let out one especially throaty whimper. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"

Your only response is to kiss him deeply and press your hips harder against him, coaxing him deeper. Your cunt feels stretched impossibly wide already, the splitting of your walls bordering on uncomfortable, but somehow it still isn't enough. Spinner whimpers at the tight grip and then, holding you by the shoulders, finally drives himself fully inside you, bottoming out.

For a moment he pauses, no noise but a choked sound escaping him. Then, as if he can't contain himself any longer, he starts bucking his hips, melting into a moaning mess as he humps into you, shallow, erratic thrusts massaging your inner walls.

Even with no proper rhythm, you're overwhelmed by the sensation. You've never felt so full, so good—like his cocks are fighting for space inside you , stroking every possible part of your insides as you do so. His hands match that thoroughness as his thrusts grow more demanding, his clawed fingers caressing your flushed skin, exploring everywhere they can reach.

All you can do is hold on. Grip him tight and feel his defined muscles flexing under your fingers with every one of your movements. He's so deep, is making you feel so complete, and you can't even think—can only lay back as Spinner edges your body towards the boundaries of euphoria.

It's not long before you're tipped over the rim. The heads of his cocks reach somewhere deep inside you're not sure you'd realized existed, the thick swell of him pressing snuggly against that perfect, sensitive spot on your front walls, and then you're coming undone, constricting around him.

That crushing squeeze has Spinner crying out his happiness, his lavender hair tickling your cheek as his eyes drink your ecstasy, making it clear it's not just his own pleasure that has him so full of bliss—he looks half-drunk on your response to him, on how good he's making you feel.

Spinner's hips snap harder, one arm sliding around to grip tight at your waist as he leaves the last of his restraint behind, his movements so feral that, as he works his way deeper than you thought possible, you can see a slight bulge in your abdomen moving back and forth with each thrust.

You're screaming as he keeps going. Drooling and babbling how much you love it, eager to make it clear just how good he's making you feel—better than anyone ever has. Eventually, as the pulsing thrums of your orgasm stretch out into what feels like impossibly long bliss, you go entirely dumb, incapable of anything except laying slumped against the sheets, grateful but nonsensical sounds clawing up from your throat.

His hips start to stutter before long, and you pant as warmth spreads through your cunt and the sense of fullness increases, Spinner seeming to grow even thicker, harder in the moments before he cums. Then he's convulsing and trembling, his cocks twitching deep inside you as he floods your insides with copious rushes of warmth.

When it's over he flops next to you, gasping. His cheeks are red, his eyes glazed over with bliss, and you roll slightly, kissing him hard and then running your fingers through his hair. He looks spent, but now that you've finally, finally gotten what you wanted, you fear you're going to be addicted.

You lean in close. Kiss at his ear and then whisper, "Round two, but this time on my hands and knees."

Spinner's eyes widen, but he's already shifting, nodding vigorously yes with the biggest grin you've ever seen.

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[facesofthefog]

[ Repost from old blog ] @a-swines-baptism

Tw: size difference / belly bulge / dub-con / other monsterous fuckery

– Tell me if at any point you're uncomfortable, darling – the god purred above his mortal and leaned down to kiss her shoulder. 

Amanda had been his wife for so long and yet he still found ways to explore her body anew. Still found opportunities to try something they never had the chance before. She'd never get boring, at least he doubted she could. His beautiful gem, a prized possession. The perfect killer, the amazing partner. 

Her soft response was all he needed, as he slowly aided the red ball gag into her mouth and between her teeth. She looked so beautiful in red, and his eyes consumed the image reflected in the mirror with hungry greediness. She was already naked for him, prepared and ready for all he wanted to do. There was one more item he wished to be able to include, the red string he loved to use. But he didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable. His current form was already something new, something neither of them had tried before. Adding rope where constraint was still something she didn't feel comfortable with could've been a bad idea so he never offered it to her. 

The Entity's darkened palm gently slid over her abdomen, those eyes of gold still focused on her reflection as they both sat in front of the mirror. Amanda in his lap looked so tiny. The newfound form - a mix of his Entity monstrous self and the mortal shell he gained so long ago. Pale skin with darkened limbs, large claws and sharp horns. A perfect mix of all she loved in him. Or maybe she'd love anything about him, regardless of his form - he wasn't certain but didn't feel the need to ask.

– You're so beautiful – he breathed, taking in the smell of her hair as his other hand pulled a strand to his nose. – You smell so sweet, a perfect mix of fear and excitement. My perfect little treat.

Satisfied with the shiver of a response, one of his hands moved to her hip, the other to her side. And as the Bastard lifted her up, he saw her squirm in the giant's hold. So much taller than he ever was, he could move her like a toy. If she were to try and escape, it would be so easy to overpower her… Yet he knew they both wanted this. 

The tip of his cock slipped over her entrance, but never pushed in. Each shift of her body made the large thing rub over her opening letting the beads of precum spread between her cheeks. The soft sound released by the mortal encouraged the Bastard to tease her further, pulling Amanda's body down but still not impaling her. The thick throbbing length pressed against her belly covering her own excitement as it stood tall between her thighs. She could see it clearly in the mirror, the golden milky beads atop that thinner head which even now reached just above her navel. Just how deep would it reach should it breach the ring of muscle? 

The answer would come soon as the Bastard once more lifted her tiny frame and gave another gentle rub. And with the next shift of his hips, the tip breached her, filling already at the normal length she'd experience from a mortal lover. But her husband was no mortal, and she should count herself lucky that he held the patience of a saint.

– Shh, shh~ – The Entity hushed her sounds of protest. She simply needed to adapt, the god knowing she doesn't want it to end. Their connection set in place would keep him aware of her needs even with the gag in place. 

The monstrous cock grew in thickness with each inch, as the Entity made shallow thrusts letting her body get used to the unnatural intrusion. Any sound of pain made him stop, retract, then ease the thrusts until she was ready to continue. He could feel himself sinking with more with time, and his lips focused on kissing her skin. His mouth could envelop her shoulder and neck, yet he wouldn't leave bite marks yet. The fear of tearing into her soft skin prevented him from testing his self-control.

– I love you – he whispered between the kisses. – You're so perfect.

And she was. Her body, even if mortal, could take so much. He could feel himself poke through the skin of her abdomen once he shifted one of his hands there. The unnatural experience only made his excitement grow further, briefly taking a hold of his mind. He wanted to be rougher, a snarl slipping past his bared teeth. All of his instincts screamed to press Amanda against the floor and ruthlessly pound into her body with no care for its fragility. But that would break her, kill her even. And whilst she would return to life, it was not how he wished for their moment of closeness to end. The Entity would be rewarded far more for keeping in control. The whines of pleasure would be enough to satisfy the god. 

The Bastard didn't even notice when he pressed up to the hilt, when he had managed to pull Amanda's body all the way down the enormous length, when he filled her body beyond what should be possible. What he did notice, however, was when his sharp claw cut through the gag's strap and a flood of cries spilled out of Amanda's mouth. Be it a former word or incoherent sound he took it all in, but didn't let it continue for long. The large mouth met Amanda's smaller lips and a rough tongue found its way within. Her throat bulged out similarly to her belly from the sudden intrusion, as the slippery muscle pressed forth exploring more than it should. Penetrated from both ends, all she could do was dig her fingers and nails into his flesh. Yet even if she'd change her mind and wish him to stop, it would be too late. The massive length shifted once then twice, almost leaving her body entirely, before it slammed back in and began to spill its seed. 

The entity continued to move his hips and rut forward generously gifting all he had to offer. Soon the flesh began to bulge further, the skin becoming taut with the amount of liquid forced into such a small space. Even if her form would wish to rid itself of the semen, there was nowhere for it to go between the thickness below and the tongue pushed in from above. Soon he'd allow her to take in a much needed gulp of air. Soon. Just not yet.

#the bastard [ ic ] #adult corner [ +18 ] #[ repost from old blog ] #[ a swines baptism ] #tw: size difference #tw: belly bulge #tw: dub con #tw: monster fucking #[ one-shot ]

[getodrools]

“You have two faces… two sets of eyes and arms– you even have two mouths…” Your eyes look him up and down, “So… is there anything else that comes in twos?” And all his wander unduly.

You hadn't expected it to be the truth. Just a silly question — which led to you being fucked silly.

“I'd think one would be enough for something so frail like you.” Working his maws, his teeth hurt as he sucked at your skin; feeling the rough lap of his muscle tickle at your throbbing pulse when he found a good area to latch onto.

Almost like wet leather, but nothing compared to his other hot, slimy mouth; feeling all teeth and no tender lips play at your belly when he'd press his weight onto you — suffocating as he even licks up the small bump protruding at your skin. The bulge enough was foreign, and his other mouth would play with it to tease the mess out of you… Tingles and waves of shock punches the tears out of you each time the king did, crying out in twisted bliss...

Latching yourself harder; wailing hands and nails claw a red trail in their wake down his back, as if etching a fine line to loot – down the engross of his spine twisting above you, and to the crack of his ass. Like sculpted marble, or a safe haven – either or, you didn't expect such sharp pains between the sweet heat of your legs and rock-hard thumps against your pelvis to be such pure ecstasy. A type of bliss you'd foam at the mouth, searching for mercy only for Ryōmen to dig deep into your little hole to keep you there.

Keeping you steady to take him whole — to take all of him, Sukuna holds your waist with a pair of working hands as the other almost pops your head off your shoulders; forcing you to watch how he stretches you with those two fat cocks you so wondered about.

Pumping with haste, vigor, and a sort of nuisance. He was enjoying how a pitiful being is scraping so hard to find a breather, even for something you asked for… almost admiring how your body barely takes him and it makes him scoff.

Amused was the word.

Stretching you to the hilt, Sukuna was worming up into spaces you never dreamed of being punched at. All heavy, followed with a loud clap at the barrel of his hips, each one tingling your thighs. Feeling the warmth of his cock — cocks, two heavy meat poles that throb in pure chaisty jackhammer in gummy walls.

“Why ask such stupid questions, when you are not ready for the answers.” That wasn't a question for you. He dawned on the brains of humans being so curious, yet incapable of the consequences.

Stupid, stupid thing you are. But how fun.

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[thvkei]

baji loves when he can see himself inside you.

# tw // belly bulging, creampie.

"oh, fuck..." baji groans, hot breath pawing your features as he towers over your bare body. calloused fingers brush against your lower tummy, caressing the bulge which nestled prettily in your womb. "ya feel that, baby? so fuckin' deep inside you."

all you can do is nod quickly, muttering small 'uhuh's as you place your hand over his. he tries to shush any whines the best way he can—by smashing a sloppy and too-heavy kiss against your already tender and swollen lips, body bending down to claim every warbled noise tumbling forth from your mouth.

"pussy's suckin' me in... fuck, ease up, baby." baji groans, russet eyes scrunching in pleasure at the constant sensation of your squishy walls hugging him so tight. "y're killin' me here." he hisses before thrusting into you again, and you can feel his cock piston in and out of you as he continues his thrusts—the pleasure overwhelming your senses and making you cream around him.

despite how cruel it is, he can't stop. he won't—even as pathetic whines and whimpers continue to seep from your bruised lips as he pounds your drooling cunt until it's pulsing around him with a heartbeat of its own divinity.

the sight's too beautiful to pass up; he considers the mere thought a treason in itself. the arch of your little womb, so full and swollen with his love, disappearing and reappearing with every short, quick thrust of his strong hips. so no, he can't stop, not until you're spraying your juices all over his honeyed abdomen and clawing at his wrists, letting out clumsy yells of, 't'much, kei!!', and, 'c-cummin' again!!'

and he'd all but smirk, 'jus' one more, baby. feels so fuckin' good,' just moments before he creampies your tiny hole and stuffs you full of his babies until they're spilling out of you in thickly oozing pearly globs.

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[cyxnidx]

SHAMELESS.

KINKTOBER FESTIVAL : DAY 10 → KÖNIG.

prompt: open your fucking eyes. shameless little thing.

pairing: enemy!könig x afab!reader

rating: nsfw/smut

content warning(s): blood kink, belly bulge, knife kink

a/n: art by 661ave, nsfw under the cut!

moments ago, you were simply existing in a room, negotiating with what you thought would be your biggest enemy - about an alliance.

with, of course, winnings for both parties. you, getting your squad alive and unharmed, and him.. you.

and now, his hands roam your body, mapping out your body with slender fingers and needy intent. reaching past your waist, he lifts your thighs and holds you just above his waist. he lets out a satisfied sigh at the way your plush thighs seem to fit almost perfectly into his wide hands.

placing you on a table, he kissed your lips and trailed down your jawline to your collarbone while he yanked off your equipment and pants alike.

slipping your panties to the side, he began coating the tip of his middle and ring finger with your slick. he teasingly rubs your cunt before dipping them into your hole.

your cunt adorned and clenched around his fingers as they strech you more than you'd thought they would. könig slowly worked his fingers into your tight cunt until they were knuckle deep. they curled slightly in your cunt as he fucked you with his fingers.

slowly, he began fingering you whilst stretching you out. fingers hitting against your sweet spot, giving you a sensation which almost made you roll your eyes to the very back of your skull. it was almost enough to make you cum right that moment - but he stopped.

"why stop?" you frown. your eyes travel to his lips, watching him lick his digits clean of your slick. meanwhile, his other hand fiddling with his belt. a print was able to be seen through his pants.

he notices your line of sight and chuckles. "think you can take me?"

you roll your eyes. "don't get cocky."

"i am cocky, darling." he says, pulling out his cock from its confines. you almost drool at the sight - veiny, not too girthy but certainly longer than average.

you scoot your hips toward him a bit, cunt practically dripping with your essence. he laughs at your eagerness, placing a firm hand on your midriff while his other takes grasp of his cock.

guiding the tip across your already sensitive folds, he teasingly dips it in and out of your much smaller hole. "this might sting a bit, doll." he warns before inserting the tip fully.

you both hiss, him at the warmth and you at the feeling of being full - full for the first time in a while. he slowly inches himself into you, pulling you closer by your waist, basically being balls-deep into you.

taking in your figure, konigs eyes wander your body from top to bottom, noticing a slight belly bulge. he chuckles, poking at it playfully.

you swat his hand from it, wincing when he pulls out and thrusts into you harshly. the bulge pokes up from your belly once again, making him chuckle.

"i've created a bulge in you.. isn't that cute." he teases you, continuing to thrust himself into you, speeding up with time.

your cunt clenches around him, adjusting to the new size as tears prickle at the waterline of your eyes.

könig thrusts into your small cunt, belly bulge poking out cutely. it was a shame how you were laying on the table of seemingly an abandoned interrogation room, getting fucked by who's supposed to be your enemy.

all in return for an alliance, and your men to be alive and unharmed by the end of it.

könig pulls a switch blade from one of his pockets, running it across your thighs softly. he fucks you steadily, hands gripping against one of your thigh.

you could feel the sharp metal - it wouldn't take more than a small amount of pressure to create a wound on your thigh.

at the simple sight of it against your skin, your cunt clenched around him.

könig smirked at the reaction. "you like that. huh?" you didnt respond, basically, getting the air knocked out of your lungs when he thrusted into your cunt, deep and rough once again, his tip attacking your cervix. before you could recollect yourself, he slits your thigh, creating a shallow cut in your inner thigh.

you frown at the mark, but admire the way the blood drizzled down your thigh and eventually stopping.

"so pretty, for me." he mumbles lightly, looking at you once again and noticing you closing your eyes while your hand is over your mouth.

he frowns at it.

beginning to thrust into you more harshly, he places his blade against your throat. "open your fucking eyes." he feels you clench around him again as you open your eyes hesitantly, and chuckles deeply. "shameless little thing."

feeling you clench around him a little too tightly. he pulls out, admiring the way your body began to writhe on the table. "you wanna cum? on your enemies cock?" he inquires. you frown at his words. "what a slut you are." he thrusts into you again, grinning under his mask when he sees your expression change almost on cue.

he continued to fuck you rough, pulling out every time he felt your cunt clench around him instinctively.

and every once in a while, he'd add another slit on your body. on your hips, your inner thigh and outer thigh, occasionally putting the knife to your throat and forcing you to look him in the eyes - forcing you to maintain eye contact while practically pounding you into oblivion.

"you tried to cum 3 times now," he tells you, fingers running along your abdomen. "you wanna cum that badly?"

you nod and he adds another shallow cut along your thigh, longer than most you have. "speak."

you frown at his order but obey. "please, let me cum. lemme cum on your cock." you asked politely, voice almost scratchy from the continuous moaning.

könig tilts his head at your soft plea, but follows suit with it. fucking himself back into you, he smirks when he feels you clench around him once again, poor pussy overstimulated and needy.

without a moment passing, your eyes roll to the back of your head, orgasm bringing you to a place you've never seen.

and still, he didn't stop. if anything, he sped up as he admired the white ring that formed around his shaft. it fulfilled him knowing he could have you in such a way.

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happy birthday to me :)

#cyxnidx #cod x reader #cod mwf2 #cod modern warfare #cod mwii #könig cod #cod mw x reader #cod mw3 #cod mw2 #könig mw2 #könig call of duty #könig smut #könig x reader #könig modern warfare #könig fanfiction #könig #cw knife #tw blo0d #belly bulge #villian x hero #forbidden love #cod smut #cod könig #smut scenarios #smut smut smut #smutty #smutty smut smut #tw slight cursing

[wholegrainvore]

those squirms that feel better than they tasted 👌

#male pred #v0re blog #similar size vore #unwilling prey #tw vore #soft vore #implied fatal #valentin vore oc #belly bulge

[gojoest]

satoru is such a huge pregnancy freak when you’re expecting

#— ai rambles #tw pregnancy #he’s unable to keep his hands off of you bc you’re so beautiful—all bulging and glowing #bc you’re carrying his child…bc he did this to you…it drives him crazy and he wants to keep you like this #(ahEm) #he’s not leaving the bed in the morning before fucking you #dare you change your clothes in front of him bc #anytime he sees your belly…….he gets so hard

[getoswhore]

Mahito could turn his fingers into tentacles before he fingers you.

☰ ft : mahito x f! reader.

cw/tw : body modification, belly bulging, mindbreak, tentacles, fingering.

“they’ll fit, promise.” mahito curls a cruel smile with wide and dilated eyes watching–mesmerized at the eccentric view of his hand morphing into slick and long-like appendages.

and he doesn't bother to take a glimpse at you, too focused and entranced, he's already teasing the tip of the morphed hand at your weeping cunt; the point of the faux finger swiping up and between your slippery folds, catching the web of slick dribbling out.

“m-mahito.. feels.. feels weird..” you squirm, feeling goosebumps lick up your spine and fingers and toes curling at the foreign feel of a tentacle budging at your entrance.

“you'll like it, just sit still ‘n take it.” he pushes in.

it feels thicker than you had thought, the length longer too, feeling him stretch your cunt with just a nudge of an inch. and the press makes your eyes knock to the back of your head, only to lose sense as mahito tease another at the bulb of your clit; the soft and slippery rope flicking at your sensitive nerves with playful cruelty.

“see, you like it now, just look at you.” the drool of a milky, translucent ring coating around them makes his cock jerk, twitching painfully in his irritating confines. and mahito knows that heavy panting you raise with is you trying to grasp back to reality; confused and filled with elation at the bizarre feel of his morphed hands making you feel this way, filled and messy, making you even raise your hips closer to him, a silent plea for more.

and he heeds to your eager want, slipping another in, yet pushes it deeper than the last, watching the stretch it forces as he does till it kisses at your perk cervix. and it's deliciously painful, feeling mahito trying to push in further, trying to make it bulge a pretty print against your tummy..

#💌.jjk masterlist #💌.mahito #tw body modification #tw mindbreak #tw belly bulge #tw tentacles #mahito x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kasien #mahito x y/n #mahito smut #mahito #jjk x you #jjk smut #jjk mahito #mahito x you #jjk x y/n

[hallokatzchen]

Sacrifice (NSFW fic)

Dark!Miguel O’Hara/Female Reader

Contains: Kidnapping, non-con, PIV sex, belly bulge, violence, blood, cannibalism, death.

Word count: 1157

Mictlāntēcutli or Mictlantecuhtli (Nahuatl pronunciation: [mik.t͡ɬaːn.ˈteːkʷ.t͡ɬi], meaning "Lord of Mictlan"), in Aztec mythology, is a god of the dead and the king of Mictlan (Chicunauhmictlan), the lowest and northernmost section of the underworld. He is one of the principal gods of the Aztecs and is the most prominent of several gods and goddesses of death and the underworld. The worship of Mictlantecuhtli sometimes involved ritual cannibalism, with human flesh being consumed in and around the temple.

You felt the wind knock from your lungs, and the last thing you saw was a flash of blue and red before everything went black.

When you finally came to, you felt your back rocking against a cold concrete floor. Your arms were raised above your head, your hands pinned down by the wrists by his large hand. A heavy weight pressed on top of you, and an immense pain shot through your pelvis. You tried to open your eyes, but your lids stung when they pulled against a sticky substance that covered your face like a blindfold, holding them shut.

You had no idea where you were, but judging from the way the sound of his heavy breathing, and the wet slap of skin against skin echoed it had to be the abandoned warehouse at the outer edges of the city.

“Not the best temple...”, His voice strained a bit while he pushed up to support his weight on his free hand so he could look down at you. Your hair and skin sullied by the dirt and debris on the floor. “But I work with what I can”, He chuckled and pulled back for a slow roll of his hips when he heard you whimper beneath him.

When he was fully seated inside of you again he slipped his hand under your shoulder and rocked back to sit up on his knees, effortlessly pulling you up against his chest. He shifted to a sitting position and dipped his head down to drag his long tongue up your neck to taste your sweat while the hand that held your wrists tugged your arms behind your back. With a subtle flex of his forearm muscles, a gob of webbing expelled from the top of his wrist to bind your hands together behind your back.

He leaned back and rested on his elbows to admire his work. You were dirty and exhausted. Your body trembling as you lean back to put your bound hands on his thigh in a futile attempt to alleviate the pressure of being impaled on his massive cock. You shudder and let out a strained gasp when Miguel's hand comes up to cover your breast, and his fingers tighten just enough for his claws to come out against your skin.

“Ride me...”

His voice was quiet yet commanding, and you immediately did as you were told when you felt his hand constrict upon your breast, threatening to drive his claws through your skin. He pulled his hand away and left a trail of thin red lines over your skin when you began to erratically move up and down on his thick shaft.

His hand settled on your hip, and you cried out when you felt his fingers curl against it to punch his claws into your skin. His hand tensed to grip you firmly as he planted his feet on the ground to buck into you, driving himself deeper with each powerful snap of his hips.

You grit your teeth at the literal sharp pain in your hip while you involuntarily bounced on his cock. Your breath coming in short bursts, and tears welling up behind the webbing over your eyes when you feel the head of his cock punch repeatedly into your cervix.

With a breathy laugh he stilled his hips and removed his claws from your skin. “Keep going...” He purred while bringing his bloodied fingers to his lips to lick them clean. His tongue sliding out and laving over his fingers before sucking them one by one while he watched you struggle to take him. Despite the amount of pain you were in and the weakness in your left leg thanks to Miguel's claws, you managed to find some resemblance of a rhythm as you slid yourself up and down his length.

Your lips parted for a series of heaving breaths, and that's when Miguel reached up to press his index finger to your quivering lip. He watched with heavy lidded eyes as he pushed his finger past your lips to feel the warm wetness of the inside of your mouth before he slowly slid his finger down to trace over your chin and down your neck.

When his finger reached the base of your neck, he let it linger for a moment at the space between your collarbones. He licked his lips and his mouth pulled into a wicked smile when he allowed his claw to come out and catch into the delicate skin.

A strangled gasp caught in your throat at the sharp sensation at the base of your neck. You froze and your mouth gaped for a silent scream when you felt his finger slowly descend to split open your skin.

Miguel's smile turned into a grin that exposed his fangs as he watched his claw slice you open. His cock twitched when your blood began to seep out and run over his hand the farther down he went, and his breath came out as a moan when he felt your blood pour down onto his skin.

When his claw reached your navel, he turned his hand to make a grisly 'come hither' gesture that drove his clawed finger deep into your flesh before he pulled it away.

He sat up and wrapped his arms around you to pull you tight against his chest. You shuddered when you heard a low growl that vibrated through your eviscerated torso, and a gurgling breath escaped your lips when his powerful arms tightened around you. A sickening squelching sound echoed through the warehouse when the sudden constriction caused your blood to gush and cover both you and Miguel in gore, his eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy when he felt your warm red wash over him.

A ragged breath left you when he released his crushing grip, and you found yourself underneath him again when he shifted to lay you on your back. He hovered over you for a moment. Your own blood dripping down on yourself as Miguel rocked his hips into you. Practically salivating when he looked down to see the outline of his cock moving under the open flesh of your sliced belly.

He kept this slow pace while he leaned down to place a surprisingly gentle kiss near the hinge of your jaw before the murmur of his mother tongue filled your ear.

“All for you... all for you...” He chanted with each slow roll of his hips. His climax growing closer and closer, spurred on by the sound of your labored breath.

“My lord... My god...”

His head dipped down to drag his tongue along the side of your neck, breathing hotly against your skin when he feels his fangs grow long and sharp.

“... My Mictlāntēcutli”, He rasped and sank his teeth deep into your throat. Your soft flesh tearing away with an arterial spray when his climax finally comes.

#Miguel O'Hara #Miguel OHara #Miguel O'Hara x reader #Miguel O'Hara x female reader #Dark!Miguel O'Hara #TW: kidnapping #TW: non-con #TW: PIV sex #belly bulge #TW: violence #TW: blood #TW: cannibalism #TW: death #If you remember the stuff I used to write for the Metalocalypse fandom you're in for a bad time #Or a good time #It's up to you #Hallo's fics

[haruchiyos]

Would you fuck rather fuck a dragon or fuck a sea monster?

Okay so, PERSONALLY I’m really into tentacles. But also extreme size difference and belly bulge + excessive cum is also a thing for me so ???? Both have major appeal. I think the underlying love of ovipos is pushing more towards sea monster tho despite them not being together 100% of the time ?

#tw monsterfucking #🖤.az answers #🤍.anon #wanna be a sow #bred by a big monster #make me no think #tw oviposition #tw pregnancy mention #tw belly bulge #tw size difference

[getodrools]

Just read every one of your Toji fics.. Mr Krabs I have an idea.. Size kink toji and reader that have been sexting and calling nonstop online finally meet up

໒꒰ྀ ྀིᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ thankuu thehe ! ! i am soo ready to indulge in this idea wink wonk 😼 but toji is old soo expect him to act it in the txts el oh el — i hope u enjoy ! <3 btw i did not proofread this whole thing sob ! !

◜ ⟣ DICK APPOINTMENT! ─── T. FUSHIGURO ‧ ✧ ◞

ᯓ★ warnings. mdni | f! reader | sws, sexting, [n]sfw twt links, size difference/kink, he's HUNG, belly bulge, cervix/womb fucking, overstimulation, he takes vids + pics of reader!, age gap ( reader: early 20s, toji: late 30s ), praising, cunnilingus, fingering, squirting ( x2 ), overstimulation, mindbreak, creampie. ᡣ 𐭩 | wc. 3.6k + |

THE YAWN STRETCHING YOUR mouth wide exhaled pure exhaustion out of you… Tapping at the cluttered papers on your desk with a pretty pink pen, bored out of your mind — until — your phone buzzed in your back pocket.

Fishing for it, your eyes light up brighter than the notification buzzing itself.

[ 🔔 big dick dilf 🫠 3m ago ]

It makes you gleam. Knowing that silly little name you picked out suited him all too well… Always reminding you how he's a rather older man, of course — an older man that was also packing a threat of three dicks in one in those grey sweats he'd always wear…

He was simply a big dick dilf you loved texting!

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<– big dick dilf 🫠 > 🎥

Today 6:58 PM

| 🔗 Attachment: Two Videos –> ONE | TWO

| Watching those videos of you playing with yourself right now :)

| Making my dick so hard pretty girl.

tojiiii |

im at worrrk rn dont do this to mee |

| Haha.

| Can't help it. You make me horny.

♡ hehe |

but gossh it takes sooo long to take him out |

…wish i wasnt working today :( |

| Too long sometimes haha.

| But I hope it goes easy today baby 😁

| Want to have some fun with me to pass time then ;) ? Send me some upskirt pics? Show me how hardworking you are.

yes baby but only if u cum to them :(( |

| I promise.

🔗 Attachment: Five Photos + Two Videos |

enjoyy ;p |

| Hot! You look so fucking wet naughty girl.

| Thank you.

| 🔗 Attachment: One Video

| Got me cumming so hard.

yummy >< that was a lot toji! |

i get u that excited? :D |

| All the damn time.

| But don't get caught fingering yourself in the office for me now haha.

i cant stop so no promises 😽 |

| Fuck. I wish I was fucking that pretty pussy instead of those fingers.

| I'd fill you up so much more.

i wish u could fuck me too ♡ |

but aaah exactly!! ur so big!! |

idk if i could handle all that ;(( |

| Let me come over and grant that wish? Haha.

| I’ll take care of you. So don't you worry your pretty little head off, let me do that ;)

gosh toji who could say no >< |

| Why not? It's been long enough and I can't stop thinking about you and that perfect body.

true ☹️ |

every time u txt my pussy just gets so wett :(( |

idk how much longer i can take without u being in me!? :(( |

| Fuck. Making me hard again.

| Then let's do something about that ;) When do you get off tonight? 10 like usual?

mhm! |

u promise youll rlly come over? |

i dont wanna play with myself all alone tonight :( |

| Shit. You're so fucking bad.

| As much as I like those videos you send when you do… I promise you won't be lonely tonight.

yayy! omgg im so excited!! ♡ |

*SHARED LOCATION* |

| Me too 👍🏼

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No. You were nervous.

It was thirty minutes past ten, and he seemed to have left soon as you sent your address — Toji had mentioned living only just a few towns over from you, three or so hours away, so you thought it'd be a while ‘till then… but soon as you were done trying to recollect and prepare yourself, you were already hearing a hard knock bust at your front door…

You met him through Facebook.

He seemed like a family guy but distant from said family… The obvious sign he was an older man, no less than thirty by the looks of his awkward profile picture; a low angle as if he wasn't aware of the camera pointing at him, yet it caught the scruffy look aging at his chin and the low set of leafy eyes you adored — he was rather handsome.

That haggard look of a tired hunk of a man itched something in you.

Digging deeper, his social profile seemed old and rarely updated, but the little collection in weapons and fishing, random masculine quotes, and scenic views was fitted when he did… but that ‘not in a relationship’ status highlighted right at your own pretty eyes…

You reached out to him day of, curious and intrigued. A rise of fun risk chatting with an older man online coiled something in you — yearning for the attention and he damn sure delivered.

Approximately within 24 hours.

Toji greeted himself quick, and then conversations began to pick up more frequently, from daily pictures of just random things going on in your lives to full-on phone calls within weeks! Hearing him for the first time rumbled a deep pit in your core to erupt. His voice so smooth and husky, like auditory caramel that was pleasant to the ears, and even that slight rasp on some of his syllables he'd drawl out was scratching further into your brain to feen for more.

You didn't need to take anything further from your own hands. He seemed rather lonely yet mysterious, but made it very clear what he wanted.

Toji initiated the flirtatious comments once he figured out how to open your photo gallery on your profile, or once he figured out the FaceTime option to get a full live view of your pretty self some more… You remember it was on the second or so phone call when he started to chuckle out praises of how beautiful you are. Even admiring your intellect or your creativity when you'd show him your hobbies and such...

You were filing something in for him — vice versa too…

You also remember when you first sent a picture of your tits out of craven; fleshy mountains peaked hard at the tips, forcing them to jiggle once you found the courage to make videos for him after the overwhelming praise the first time.

He made you feel… special.

More or so, when you first saw his cock. That's when the button to malfunction clicked.

That day, you swore your jaw was sore the whole evening from how hard it dropped. You could not believe how hung he was — jackpot!

From what you could see through such a simple device, Toji’s dick dangled between his thick thighs like a damn church bell clanging with mighty vigor. When the meaty log slapped from side to side against naked flesh, it had weight—it was heavy and made an audible fleshy clap. In some of his videos, he'd lift his shirt up too — showing more of himself off as if that alone wasn't enough. He knew was sculpted like fine marble chiseled to perfection, he just had to make sure you saw what he worked so hard on…

When the older man first jerked himself off, moaning right into the speaker; lewd groans of your name spewing out, you couldn’t help but admire the way his fingers barely touched when he fucked up into his fist… Usually a collage of your naked self was on his laptop while he recorded himself getting off. It was cute. But fuck, the tan skin gliding over his bulbous tip always swepped that oozing, sappy pre he invariably seemed to drench himself with — practically lubing that nth-inch bitch breaker to full extent...

It was always so pretty even when it was sleeping. When he was really in a mood, he'd call you and let you watch it grow — let you talk filthy to make him twitch into the full hard pole it wakes up in…

His soft was as big as your ex’s hard.

Sighing heavily.

You had plenty of calls and videos shared with him, mostly getting off on each other with zoom-ins on your pretty bits… So, this couldn't be any different… Clearly, it wasn't enough anymore to only tease each other, you ached for the real thing — the real mammoth cock you watched like an addict to get lodged right up your bare pussy...

Damn, why were your hands so clammy.

Reminding yourself, your situation with him was always an annoyingly so close, yet so far annoyance. And this was the time to change that.

Marching up to the door with your head high, a throbbing pang shot right between your legs reminding you exactly what you craved for.

Another knock banged at your door before you could reach the golden knob.

Scratch that.

Feeble like sand falling, “Oh fuck…” Your stomach twists. She was thinking for you! Dammnint he was a monster, think clear! Not even the tip could nudge through.

Relax.

This was your first time ever meeting up with someone on the internet — let alone meeting with them to fuck. Or even just creating a full-blown sexual relationship in the digital world… A sexual relationship with a man twice your age too— twice your damn mass not to mention for the tenth time!

The third knock felt like a punch straight to your gut when the hinges rattled.

His presence was strong. You knew he was standing on the other side of that thin wall barring between you both ever so patiently. This is all that was between you now, not miles of distance or digital love, just a closed door.

You could hear heavy boots click off.

Shit!

Your phone goes off too.

Head spinning like a barrel at each noise that seemed rather louder than they actually were... you catch the notification banner with his name written all over it.

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| The ice cream is melting 😱 Haha.

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Toji was holding a container of mixed ice cream, that is in fact melting… but spotting flowers with a small black bag hanging in his other hand, you puckered out your lips in awe, glossing them over with your tongue.

Though as stiff as your neck went as you looked him up and down, you savored that saliva drying up in your mouth. Feeling it run barren only catching half his robust body that seemed to wander off with his own head glued into his phone, seeming to check again for the address.

Attempting to swallow that dry pit clogged in your throat to muster up a pitiful, “Toji… Hi.” Idiot.

When he turned, his body's depth grew tenfold.

He was massive. Now catching sight of a clear view of his full sature, he could be described as one would with a walking goliath… A great abundance of stacked muscles kissed even through his grey sweater; pecs strong and full – round even with long limbs standing tall in a might of mass to settle around bones, and it only takes a few steps for him to reach you.

You audibly gulp.

Throat bobbing as his face drew closer, and as he did, Toji held a simple, small smile. Noticing that notable scar he'd usually lick over and shine the silvery mark lined down those thin, yet full lips. Lips that made your own quiver – aching to drag him in for a full mouth and tongue kiss to fix that, not caring if teeth collide—

“Wow. You look good—amazing…” Toji’s voice resonated a thick rumble as those naturally, pale green eyes hooded, adventuring all around you a few times before, “Really good... Ah, this melted — I hope you like flowers though.” And he presents you the small vase bundled up in a various color of blooming buds.

Clammy hands reach for them, “Hah, they're lovely. Thank you…”

Toji sucks in hot air through his teeth, still hanging right outside your door… “You all right?” He notices the small pearly beads trailing across your hairline.

“Yeah! Yeah, I'm just–– you look good… I knew you were big but, damn.” Saying that forced a clear connotation to spark up. If he's this big in real life — bigger than what you have already seen online, what you've prepared yourself for mentally, but now connecting the dots, all of those angles and views were shot from his eyes. Now in your personal POV, this was a clear difference… and you couldn't help but think about that monster stuffed between his legs that was appointed and waiting for you to be a lot more than you could fathom...

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At least, Toji knew you needed prep first. He could just tell…

So to speak, his tongue was steady lapping around in a winding circle against your slit. Already sappy against his mouth, but the wads of spit he bubbles against puffy lips, swoons you blissfully to a faucet…

He didn't mean to shove his tongue so deep, but the natural nectar your pussy gushes with was utterly mouthwatering, he couldn't stop slurping it up! And he didn't mean to cut you off when you finally invited him in, but his cock was also steering the engines – remembering one second your mouth was full with coherent words, telling him how your day was, small talk and giggles about the ice cream, but now, you could only babble out god knows what… Even — faintly, remembering how he pinched and squeezed at your sides when you finally invited him in your room to get things where they needed to be; letting him take a plop down only to get dragged with him closely, quickly enveloping you with his needs and mass…

Time moved quick, even motions and kisses. Hands too. He was not shy… Could say he had a damn set of paws on him.

Hands shaking, Toji laps “Make sure you get a good angle...” And you try hard to record your pussy being eaten raw.

Something Toji asked about, if he could get some real good photos of you both before he goes back to his place… It was fun at first, but shaky hands recording a video is not a good mix. But, you tried…

Toji delved to get to his destination and he made it clear what this was all for. He let you relax and talk for a bit, enjoying your voice now against his skin, now feeling you for the first time — skin to skin, so smooth and gentle, teasing almost for the entirety… but as soon as you hinted you were ready, he spayled out right between knobbly legs he coveted in with a sort of haste…

Whiffing up your aroma, he groans, “Fuck baby…” His mouth opened wide with an inviting seal – a suction, he rolls out his tongue like a dog in heat; shaking his head gently and sliding that slippery tongue back and forth, Toji keeps hooded eyes on yours. Watching how you looked up into the clouds as heat pressed between your legs.

“Taste so good. I knew you would,” Toji pops your puffy clit in his mouth, sucking with a hard pull ‘till it bobbled out — swollen now.

“Gotta open you up, pretty pussy is so tight.” Mark his words, a digit teases your entrance, handling your quiver; he toys at your little hole, circling and flicking ‘till he could nudge in tight walls.

Hooking soon as gummy walls expand— suck him in, “Greedy girl.” Toji prods against the puffy mounds of your cunt.

Hot mouth raking against the length that he spreads with working hands, he bumps and curls another finger in. Nuzzling deep, his nose suffocates against your pelvis when he plows in, hands doing just the same.

Feeling the older man press around to play at spongy walls, you couldn't help but knot a free hand through his shaggy hair as the other tightened around his phone… The nimble stretch kicked your feet up. Shivering, sheer incredulity warred across your features; your jaw was agape – totally agape. Nothing but strangled noises left your lustrous lips.

Suckling at pert folds and scissoring spongy walls, Toji worked with eager rolls with the tip of his tongue. Flicking across the pretty underside with deft movements that sent the flesh trembling. Trailing along the curving plumpness, his mouth maps your folds and bits that force your legs to tweeze around his shoulders.

He traces patterns into the lush flesh – no random movements, all meticulously and hard… Riding up your slit, never missing the rhythm that forced a kindled roll in your hips, along the ridges—the drawing, you felt a bold, T. O. J. I. trace out teasingly.

The distinguishing mark of the tittle from the “I” pressed right into your puffy hood. And he curled his tongue just right, the little nub puckered out into a spasm.

A sweet spasm too.

Engorged, your face grew tight. Twisting and turning, your tummy coiled ‘till it sprang up, feeling Toji slosh around in your cunt; bullying your walls to clench with a force until they fluttered open all while keeping a working mouth prodded against your thrumming needs.

“Toji!!” Your back lifts up off from the sheets. A perfect arch, he slides a hand beneath, holding you still while you mush shakey hips into his face, drawing out that high spiking through you and out like a geyser.

Fumbling over thoughts, Toji drowns between the sweet heat of your legs. Letting you glisten down the stubble on his chin. Groaning at the treat you spatter against his tongue, almost making his mouth a damn pool itself, he refreshes himself.

His throat bobs as he swallows you up.

A few languorous seconds, he pulls away sloppily. Saliva and messy juices still pearling in streams was sent pattering down his chin. With much of it staining his face – he didn't mind, he relished it, the nectar taste and how it sort of cooled him off was utterly pleasing…

He grabs the phone, smirking how it fumbled down with you.

Your mouth hangs loose. Limp and tingling all throughout.

Only for the tingles to spark into shots of raw lightning, barred hands travel of your sides, “So perfect baby… You think you're ready now? I think you are..?” Still trying to catch robbed breaths, weak eyes manage to flutter open and seize at the sight of the clamoring coming from below your bodies.

Pupils dilating and now snapped wide, you flinch at the presence of something so immense. Instinctively, the tips of your fingers press into the hard ‘v’ tracing down his pelvis in trepidation.

When the hell did he take that out?!

Like a church bell clanging, it swung low. His cock was heavy, the weight couldn't keep his hard pole up no matter how much blood flowed. When the rough-tough cock throbbed, it was the only time stiff dick meat lifted an inch…

“Heh, don’t get shy on me now.” Toji grabs your hand and swipes it away with a feathery kiss, “I told you not to worry that pretty little head off. That's my job.” And he was doing a damn good job!

“You're already so wet, so it'll slide in easy, m’kay?.. But I got this though. Just in case.” That black bag he brought in now answered your questions. The plastic crumbled as he reached for it – hucking it, a bottle of lube rolled in his palm and popped open.

Shaking it up, he dumps out half the bottle into his already soggy palm. Before shining his prize for you, he plops himself right on your rising tummy. Dammnit! He was teasing you out of your mind! Purely showing off how deep he was about to go…

Adorably nervous, the arousal from Toji tonguing you into oblivion excited those fuming hormones on how good he can work your pussy, but now? With a mammoth cock ready for you next, riled up your very engines…

Knobbily legs spread wide.

Biting at your lower lip, “Reach my guts, Toji.” Your hand dips between naked bodies and grabs a handful of thick cock meat. The oozing lube globbing at his base, you stroked it all the way up to his capped tip. Slathering the thin flesh with a twist.

Oh.

His silvery scar stretches, “Mmhm… Someone's worked up the courage.” He chuckles, carefully watching how you cutely try to wrap him whole into your palm.

Barely working out, but you tried.

… You were… ready — jittering with eager excitement, pussy still dribbling in muck, and a heart ready to throb out your chest again. You wanted— needed him in you, reminding yourself all the times you had to finger your pussy to just mere pictures, to a cock you drooled over digitally all alone with only tinkering thoughts. This was the time to finally fixate on fantasies, though Toji’s size still loomed at the back of your mind as he guided himself between sopping folds, prodding against your little entrance when you deemed his cock to be doused enough…

You suck in a deep breath.

Ready.

Yet, the audacity to whisper, “See, you're a big girl.” While half his body shrouded yours as he prepped himself above you; full mass shadowing over your frame with alluring sature, you toiled.

Blowing out a lust-laden breath. Toji soothes at your thighs, holding them in a firm grasp, and angled himself to mush the rubbery pink tip between the tightness of your quim. Any trepidation you had felt was clearly lost in the pressure of his crown plugging in, disappearing slow and methodically; penetrating you with a groan-inducing rush, a sensation of being gently, and nicely filled with the weight of something greater than you immediately expected.

“Oh fuck...” Almost in unison, his body curls forward while yours expands.

Toji felt hard and swollen inside. Having a well-ready, well-prepared cock that was itching for sexual relief, both of you wanted it. So, letting spongy walls stretch in rough accommodation for it; swelling around the girth of the thick slab of cock as he pushed down, sinking an inch, then two, then three, then… inside in a steady rhythm.

“Atta girl…” Aching. He didn't move fast. No hesitation, no waiting, but no real rush, either. But just a firm push that you could catch the first sight of his cock driving down into the tight, slick seal before knocking back, “Look at that.” As Toji pressed further in, a bump—a thick outline bubbled up at your tummy.

Your eyes almost cross. Trying hard to focus on the log settling in the pit of your softest parts — with fail, your head bobbles into sheets, and throat scars with an endless mewl.

Toji took this chance to sink the rest of his cock in. And as he shimmied his hips forward, he got closer, chest hovering over yours almost stroking gently. You take this chance to wrap your arms around his neck as a safe haven. Clawing red trails to sweep the sauntering man who prowled in inches for a kiss – a hot, fast smack of the mouths, far more forceful than earlier; simply locked into a lustful maw as his cock wormed fully in.

Without preamble. Both of you let the moments to adjust to the feeling of his cock inside of you pass before sodden hurls could play out… It was a euphoric phenomenon that made the walls of your pussy flutter, a grinding touch and a friction-filled push that made nerve endings crackle like an active wire.

Walls flexing and expanding to the hilt, Toji felt much, much bigger inside of you than he did outside. Optics or not, the firm drop of the hips, your stomach muscles curled and promoted what was throbbing, deeply in you.

“So fucking tight.” So tight, Toji had to buck his hips with a little force. The pressure of your walls kept sliding him right out, but staying firm, he glides back in.

Sparking up a rhythm, catching how mewls turned into needy wants, and knitted brows softening up for more. He draws out his hips, slowly letting his dick flop out, but never unplugging you completely; quick with driving his pink head down to keep you filled. Utterly filled, to the hilt.

“Toji–fuck–yes, please… please, fuck me.”

That's all he needed to hear.

Truly ready now.

Toji’s lusty lips pop off from yours as he powered himself forward. The first few thrusts gutted you, practically molding a new shape in your insides. Drilling into you with slick, manipulation, he expands wet barriers with working hips. Mushing the mounds ‘till they snapped around him and sucked him right up.

“Yeah, this what I needed.” His words worked up of mostly groans as he rocked back and forth—even dragging the bed with him… “This is what I was dreaming for...”

Barreling now, each swing roughened up. And each time he shoved himself into your weeping pussy, the bulge followed along your pelvis.

Locking your ankles around his waist, Toji leans up, needing to bend his knees to reach balls deep. Lifting your butt from the sheets, he holds your lower half in the air. All that muscle working, half your body was in his vice — Well, your damn head was in the clouds too… Torso splayed flat, the view of your lifted bottom half was exotic; all you could see was his cock head jackhammering ‘till he couldn't get any further than your perk cervix.

He held you tightly, the pads of his fingers dug deep into the soft flesh of your thighs. Knowing bruises were sure to blossom in the morning… Not only surface level, but each bump trudging through you hit at your sensitive womb.

Hard, fast, and brisk, each motion blending into the next rhythm—a forward swing and a backward pull like a damn pendulum. And he was focused on dragging all inches as he did, filling you out in endless repetitions, sending his cockhead through those clenching depths and right up against your perk cervix.

You didn't think you could breathe now, but as his hands glided to the extent of your legs, spreading them by your ankles. Toji was growling as he brought you further up with him; Holding your hips up, all human instincts replaced by feral needs. Positioning himself tall until he was fucking you like a construction worker drilling out cement, forcing your flimsy, fucked out body to be arranged at a downward angle, chin tucked with knobbly legs kept wide.

The camera was catching it all too! A genius, he thought, placing it right below your jiggling ass to catch all pounding movement… Even catching the flyaways of your sap milking out and slobbing down his length—Hard thigh too! The harder he barreled into you, a thicker shine dribbled between your bodies and blurred up the lens of the phone…

Heavy balls splat down against your ass at each hard plow. Balls deep, deeper than you could imagine—hard to, and your mind ogles and short circuits trying to comprehend this.

Gurgling, your tummy coils again… And this time Toji could feel your walls spasming all the more.

Deep, rolling strokes. Strong hips come in fleshy swings and he forcibly fucks out your high, “Yeah! Fuck baby, cum f’me. Cum all over this dick.” Dream dick to be fair.

That's all you could do, and as your pussy squeezed and clenched, leaking with a glisten, Toji drags your ankles towards your head. Pushing his twisting toes into the sheets, practically flattening his heavy orbs into doughy globes, and jamming all nth inches into you, your sappy cum gushes out all around him.

Electricity coursed along your limbs, waking them up again to wail like a damn fish out the sea and crowd around his chest. Squeezing and pulling taut receptively, and even as you cursed the sensations of bliss through a sloppy tongue, Toji followed.

“You feel so–fucck—!” Through an endless wave of pleasure, he pants.

Sending his cock thundering through your soaked channel. His pace was more pronounced ‘till weak. Mounting you; the tightening of his face, the swelling of his shaft, the throbbing of the balls pressed right against your perk ass, he was ready to explode.

Filling out your elastic folds with almost desperate movements, clearly right on the peak of popping. Toji topples into your mouth and shoves in a few more and final wet claps until he lets out a guttural moan.

“Tojii!—” In sync, you both watch each other, gazing so deeply with mouths agape as his cock hiccups and burps out a fresh load of white cum.

… Did you just fall in love?

Toji wiggles into you, “Take it all.” Carefully observing how you nod, breathless and dazed, he keeps you filled with baby batter—Filling you like a damn pastry!

Your body falls in the wreck as he plants his sweating skin across yours. Heaving heavily, the older, bigger man keeps you close. Keeping you beneath him as his cock pumps, moving like an inching worm through patted soil; and spurting out wads of thick ropes. Gooey warmness seeps in deep, filling up your pussy like a personal pool at each throb he pulsates with.

Though as he seemed to have dumped his whole load, balls now empty and less tightened from the flex of swimming cells. He huddles you close, keeping his dick lodged in you...

"I-wow.." Toji breathes, more of a shakey moan, "That was... you were..." He chuckles.

Swiping the sticking hair out of his face, he observes how you try to also recollect yourself too—a lot more of heavy breathing and gasps come from you... But assured, you pant out a bewildered giggle, "Yeah..."

"Yeah..." He repeats after you, agreeing.

… You feel a buzz on your ass..?

“Damn,” Toji easily lifts you to grab that damn phone he propped up thinking he was some cameraman in the making, “Damn again. Your pussy was leaking so much some got on the camera…” He inspects it, “It'd be hot to see when that happened… but hopefully, not for the majority of this perfect moment...”

You tease, “If then, we could just record another…” And Toji licks at his scar, feeling his cock hardening ‘till it stiffened up rock hard like a mighty pole…

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| Can't stop thinking of that pretty face moaning.

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[delirious-donna]

Rewatching some of Naruto Shippuden, I’ve come to the conclusion that Kisame definitely has a size kink as well, although he’s not half as nice about it as Guy😳

Yeah, you’re probably right anon… thoughts below the cut, you know why!

Kisame loves how small you are. Adores how dainty your fragile little fingers are as you try to squeeze around his girth. He is hardly in need of the ego boost but here he is looking down on you with fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you struggle to fit even half his length into your mouth.

He’ll chuckle meanly as you gag with each jerk of his hips, holding your head still as he works to kiss even further into your now bulging throat. He barely feels how your nails dig into the flesh of his thighs as you struggle for oxygen to fill your burning lungs.

“Too big!”

Your whines and struggles fall on deaf ears as large thick palms pull you down the bed from where you have been trying to escape.

“Don’t run, little one. You can take it, have done before and will do again.”

Kisame continues to bully his fat cock into your tight cunt, rubbing incessant circles on your clit that causes slick to run in rivers over your folds. It helps to lubricate his already slick length, the stretch not feeling quite as sharp anymore as you become lost in the wave of endless sensation that he rains down on you.

It is with a satisfying and primal sounding grunt that he finally bottoms out. Your thighs pressed against his shoulders as he prods at the very obvious bulge in your lower stomach.

“Look at that, I’m right fucking here.”

That’s one of the last remaining thoughts you have before he pounds you into oblivion…

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[honeykaes]

So, a question if you don't mind, do you think Venti's cum would give his s/o a belly bulge? Since you know he's not human and is an archon, would the amount of cum be much more than the average human male?

Oooo this is interesting.

I honestly think that Venti would produce more cum…because he can change his body at his will. I feel like sometimes he would produce sometimes nothing to see how you would react and other times copious amounts to watch it pour out of you.

He is a trickster god so…you will never know what to expect with him!

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