#TW belly bulge'

[remember-to-be-gentle]

This fic took me forever to write and its taken me over 45 minutes to post because of my shitty wi-fi but here it is! I'm so fucking hungry.

Subject: Genshin Impact, Neuvilette

Title: Justice

Trigger Warning: Size difference, breeding, dub con, double dick, claws, biting, nipple play, cunnilingus, scratching, kissing, rut (mentioned), some praise

By order of the Oratrice Mechanique d’Analyse Cardinale: You will be bred by the Hydro Dragon.

All you could do was stare dumbfounded at the sentencing from the Oratrice, the courtroom a riot of concerned whispers. Face placid, Neuvilette had been kind enough not to read your punishment aloud, instead walking down to your place on stage and allowing you to read it for yourself.

He breathed heavily beside you, his body so close the heat of him was like an inferno. Impossible to ignore.

You shivered.

Normally being besides your former boss was cooling and refreshing like fresh, clean water on a hot day. Your mouth grew dry remembering all that and changed between the two of you, and now this sentencing.

In the history of Fontaine, no punishment like this had ever been issued before. At least, as far as you knew.

And what crime was so great that you had to give up your autonomy? Forgery. For the last year, you'd worked as Neuvilette's assistant, and one month ago you were approached by a man looking to reduce a friend's sentence in exchange for more money than you could imagine. You caved. You sliced off ten years from his sentence.

And you'd been caught. Fired on the spot and scheduled for trial.

And now you were being sentenced to be bred by the Hydro Dragon, Neuvilette, your ex-boss.

In the last week you spent in jail, you dreaded the moment you’d have to face him again. Neuvilette was undeniably likable, and not just for his pretty face or deep, smooth voice. He wasn’t necessarily your friend, but you trusted him and disappointing him felt like an unforgivable sin. He’d been so kind to you at work, always happy to see you and ready to offer advice when you needed it.

"Meet me at my place tomorrow night," Neuvilette said quietly so only you could hear. His deep voice rumbled through you like thunder on the horizon, a taste of what was to come. His pearl grey-blue eyes bore into you, slit pupils cold and calm. This was the Hydro Dragon, not the judge of Fontaine. "I'll try to make your sentencing as comfortable as possible."

And with that, he turned on his heel and left you alone on stage, clutching your punishment between shaking hands.

***

All the next day, night threatened your every move. Each time a cloud passed in front of the sun was a jolt to your nerves, shadows growing as the dreaded time crept closer. The idea of doing anything knowing that once the sun was gone you would be spread open and fucked until the hydro dragon's seed rooted in your core... It made doing anything else impossible.

Neuvilette was the unattainable workplace crush. He was unearthly beautiful and tall and spoke with a voice that was both commanding and sensual. No man could compare and yet he was on an entirely different level. No one had the courage to so much as talk to him about anything other than work. The one time you'd tried ended in an awkward discussion about the weather and him recommending a new brand of water.

Even worse, you weren't even sure what to wear. It's not like it would stay on your body all that long. But still, this was Neuvilette's house, he was always so put together and calm. Showing up in your pajamas would be an insult, and despite betraying him, you still respected him.

Eventually you settled on a modest dress, long enough to the knees with a zipper on the back to take off easily.

By the time you'd finished applying an inoffensive red lipstain to your mouth, the sun was burning red against the green hills of Fontaine.

No more stalling. It was time.

***

The dragon's house was grand, not because of its size, but because of its warmth. Two stories tall and covered in flowers, boxes at the windows and lovingly spaced around the perimeter. Ivy crawled up the walls and tangled with a rooftop vegetable garden.

Smoke puffed from the chimney. Warm light spilled from the windows, clear indications that Neuvilette was home. Waiting.

All you could do was knock.

Within moments the door opened, Neuvilette's imposing figure filling the doorway. Without his judge's robes—and dressed down in simply a dress shirt, pants, and pink apron—you nearly thought you had the wrong house. But those cold, serpent eyes remained the same as they drank you in.

"Please, come in." He said.

Inside was well decorated, new vases of flowers and polished wood furniture. The fresh scent of warm bread and hot food tangled in the air with wood polish and pollen. Floorboards creaked pleasantly under your weight, the scuff of your shoes overshadowed by the deep thud of Neuvilette's boots.

"I made dinner for you," he said. "I thought I should at least do that for you before we... begin."

You nodded but your empty stomach was twisting. You weren't sure how much you could even eat knowing that soon you'd be pinned down with your other mouth stuffed full of a completely different kind of hot soup.

The kitchen was cozy, big windows giving a view of the street outside. Mechanic lights glittered in the dark. A hand-carved table sat in the middle of the room with two chairs, one place set for you and him. His seat already had a glass of wine poured and half consumed. At least he was nervous about this, too.

He pulled your chair out for you and offered you wine, which you accepted. In silence, he served your meal and set his own down on the table.

"The Oratrice has never made a decision like this," Neuvilette began. "I... I cannot imagine why breeding must be your punishment but its decisions have never been wrong."

You could only nod.

He didn’t look at you, fiddling with the wine bottle. "I will try and make this night as comfortable as I can, but you should know that my body only looks human. Not all of me has the same... anatomy."

You blinked at him confused. "I don't understand."

Neuvilette raised one milky white hand—you hadn't even noticed he wasn't wearing his usual gloves—and presented two blue-stained fingers. "I have more than one member. But fear not, one should suffice for tonight's... activity."

"I see." Two?! He had two cocks under those tight pants? Your head was spinning and you hadn't even sampled the wine yet.

The rest of dinner was had in silence. Neuvillette collected the dishes and placed them in the sink. Then his hand was on the back of your chair, the heat of his body a physical weight you couldn't ignore. "Shall we move to the bedroom?" His voice was nearly a whisper, so quiet it would have been easy to ignore.

You couldn't.

Like a ghost you followed Neuvilette to his room on the second floor. He'd prepared for the evening. New bottles of lube sat on his twin dressers, a sea of pillows spread across the mattress, and seated on a chair was a box of toys. Vibrators, dildos, blinding mask, and even handcuffs.

"I hope it's not too much." He said behind you. “I'm afraid I am rustier than I'd like to be.”

"Oh, no, it should be fine. It's fine." Nervously you sat on the bed. "Should I take my clothes off or...?"

"Please," Neuvilette sank to one knee, sliding between yours in a single, swift motion. His hands were on your thighs, parting them to give him more space. His heat sent a thrill of excitement through your core. "Allow me."

Slowly his thin, blue fingers slid beneath the hem of your skirt, just the tip poking beneath the elastic of your panties. He pressed his mouth to the inside of your knee, placing modest and thrilling kisses up your thigh, stopping just inches from your apex.

Your breath caught in your throat from the devilish glean in his pearlescent eyes. Just the corner of his stoic mouth was curled into a self-satisfied smirk. Never in your wildest dreams could you have imagined that the judge of Fontaine, aka your ex-boss, was a tease.

Just a hair further, Neuvilette whispered into your skin, his mouth so close you could feel the scrape of his teeth, "Is this to your liking, my lady?"

Heat rushed to your already red cheeks. You covered your mouth to try and hide the embarrassment. "It's weird to hear you call me that. Just call me what you normally would."

"Doesn't your name seem too... familiar? We no longer work together and I am bestowing the Oratrice's punishment onto you." As he spoke he slid his fingers around your ass, sinking into the soft flesh there, feeling you under your panties to pull you closer to him. "I should offer you some dignity, shouldn't I?" Neuvilette laid his cheek on your thigh, his white pale skin soft and practically glowing compared to yours. He blinked faux innocent eyes up at you, watching for your reaction.

"Fine." You huffed, your embarrassment and excitement only growing. "Just until we're done."

"Understood." And then his face vanished beneath the skirt of your dress.

You shrieked as you felt the thick length of his tongue against your cotton-covered cunt. Instantly you tried to close your legs, but Neuvilette's arms were under your thighs, strong and soft in the casing of his silk shirt. His thin but strong fingers squeezed your ass, pressing your clothed folds as close to his mouth as he could.

It was like he was making out with your crotch, the way his jaw worked and tongue explored, needy and smooth.

Suddenly Neuvilette pulled back, lifting your hips as he went. Your back hit the mattress as his movements intensified, his desire seeping into the fabric of your underwear as your core did the same. He groaned hungrily against your clit, the top of his white head bobbing between your thighs.

A noise you'd never made before threatened to squeak out of you and you bit your wrist to hold it back.

And just as suddenly as Neuvilette's intensity took over, it vanished. He lifted himself up, long snake tongue hanging out of his mouth as he caught his breath. His pale cheeks flushed red, pearl eyes unfocused. "Forgive my enthusiasm, I'm afraid my rut will be beginning soon. It's why I wanted to begin quickly, otherwise, you'll be trapped here with me for over a week and I won't stop even if you do conceive."

You weren't sure what to say to that, so you just nodded.

It was then you realized he hadn't stopped just to excuse himself. Your underwear was suddenly passing over your thighs and on the floor before you could even properly process it.

"Can I kiss you?"

You nodded.

Neuvilette leaned his face into yours, his mouth on your cheek then the corner of your lips. One hand traced teasing circles across your thigh, your bare cunt unignorable. And the other pressed against your upper back, working the zipper down as he pulled you closer. And just when the zipper was eased all the way open, his fingers ghosted against your folds.

You gasped and that's when Neuvilette captured your mouth in a kiss. Just the tip of his tongue was in your mouth, probing but patient, feeling everything he could without invading even as his hand did just the opposite.

Within a second, one finger was buried up to the knuckle inside you. You were already so wet, accommodating his thin digit with ease. Both of you groaned, him from your sucking wet heat and you from the pleasant feel of him against your soft walls.

His tongue moved a little further in, coaxing your own with his forked tip. It felt strange dancing over your taste buds, asking you to meet his enthusiastic lust.

Hesitantly you raised your tongue, carefully poking out to prod Neuvilette's teeth, tracing the path of his gums to his—you gasped at the sensation of his fangs, dagger-sharp and smooth as marble.

Neuvilette pulled away just enough to murmur against your lips, "You're okay. Did my teeth scare you?"

"Just surprised," you murmured.

A softness came over his face. Neuvilette kissed your cheek, then your jaw, slowly bringing his mouth to the stunning curve of your shoulder. Gently he pressed his front teeth to the skin, letting you feel their shape, then he opened wider to scrape his fangs on your skin. His teeth closed, exciting pain and a burning want inside you.

Your core fluttered around his fingers, suddenly threatening to snap. Unconsciously your hips bucked against his hand, asking for more.

"So sensitive," Neuvilette chuckled against your skin, breath hot. Goosebumps fluttered to life. "But I must ask you not to finish yet, my lady, I want it to be when you take me in."

Before you had a chance to process what he'd said, you were on your back, cunt empty as Neuvilette pulled back to unbuckle his pants. Black fabric slid away to reveal two blue erect lengths. Each of them was softly ridged and unmistakably inhuman.

White bumps lined the sides, growing larger towards the base of his cocks. Along the tops and bottoms were blue, scale-like ridges that followed the same gradient pattern as the rest of his lengths.

"I won't make you take both tonight,” Neuvilette was panting, his chest rising and falling with his eagerness, “but if our first attempt at fertilization fails, then using both may become a necessity." You could barely hear him, watching each head softly twitch with his desire. His cool hand cradled your heated cheek, forcing your gaze up to meet his. Burning pearl eyes commanded your attention. "My lady... Do you understand? I want to hear you say it."

You swallowed. You could barely imagine taking him in tonight, let alone taking two inside of you. "O-okay. I understand."

“Understand what?” He pressed, the ghost of a smug grin slipping into the corner of his mouth.

“That I might h-have to take both.”

Neuvilette seemed to relax, leaning in to nuzzle the side of your face with his own. His lips pressed against your throat as his hands slid lower, gently sliding your arms from your dress. He didn't wait to take off your bra, letting your breasts bounce free before engulfing them in his hands.

His mouth moved lower, breath coming fast as he enveloped the doughy flesh, teasing your nipples by squeezing them between his fingers. He relished your softness. Neuvilette brought his mouth to your hardening nipples, sinking his teeth inside of your breast, leaving bruises in the shape of his desire.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “I can’t wait any longer.”

Neuvilette reached for a bottle of lube, pouring enough in his hand to cover one of his members. He pulled back, lubed his cock and aimed it right at your core. The head pushed in suddenly, stretching you out, filling you in a way you hadn’t felt in a long time. Your fingers curled into the sheets, back arching as if trying to help him inside.

“Good girl,” he breathed, pressing in. The first ridge popped inside. “Just keep being good for me.”

Slowly, painfully slowly, each ridge slipped inside, strange and lumpy and pressing right against the top of your core, pushing up and into your g-spot so effortlessly you nearly came. And he still wasn't done.

The thick base of his cock began to press in, the ridges on the side struggling to squeeze into your cunt. It occured to you then that those ridges were for competition, to scrape out the seed of competing males. Knowing something so animalist, so feral and possessive existed on someone like Neuvilette who was virtuous with his patience and had a gentlemanly demeanor... It made your core flutter.

Neuvilette sighed, rolling his hips with notable frustration. “I fear I won't be able to get all the way inside. I feel something blocking me.” He shivered a little, his hands gripping your thighs with impatient squeezes. “I don't want to hurt you, but it's disappointing I can't go further.” His hips rolled again, as if testing if your body would really bar him from fully sheathing himself.

Gods, you felt so full. It was hard to focus on what he was saying, especially when the tip of his cock head kept twitching against your cervix in time with its twin hovering over your belly. Its shadow smoothed the bulge below your navel, a barely noticeable rise in your skin. Precum dribbled into your belly button.

He felt so good. Your mind cleared as the only thing you could focus on was the sensation of his cock bulging out of you. Your hips bucked, rubbing him up against your sweet spot, pleasurable shivers rising gooseflesh along your skin. You could probably cum just from humping him like this, forcing his cock head into that sweet spot over and over while his pearlescent eyes drank you in. You shivered again at the thought, fingers curling into the sheets as your core squeezed him excitedly.

Slowly, Neuvilette tested your cunt, pulling out an inch and rolling right back in. His breathing strained as he held himself back, trying so hard to keep himself trapped in the gentlemanly facade he showed the world as the animal he was vied for control.

Wet, pleased sounds escaped your cunt with each movement, eagerly swallowing his cock as best as it could. Pressure compressed against your cervix and just above, causing that sweet knot of release to tighten ever so slightly. The purpose of your union to Neuvilette vanished, only the animal need for more fuzzing over your thoughts.

He was barely moving and yet that the pressure of him, the space he took up inside you, numbed anything but the fire in your nerves. Your hips rocked to meet his, toes curling as you tried to get some kind of purchase under you.

Your clit ached for stimulation but the words wouldn't form in your mouth, too busy slumping open to leak your breathy moans. How did you become such a mess so quickly?

You reached between your legs where his cock was currently making mush of your cunt to relieve your aching but just as you pressed the pads of your fingers to your core, Neuvilette's hands were around your wrists. He pinned them above your head, his firm abdomen flush against your feverish belly. Feeling him press on the bulge of his cock with his other cock and his body, practically squashing his cock inside you and the hilt of his cock pushing up into your clit—

A high pitched whine escaped you as you bucked, head going blank. So close, so close...

“No need to rush,” he purred. “We have all night.”

“Neuvillette,” you cried, “please.” You didn't know what you were begging for. More? To cum?

“So impatient,” he huffed. He inhaled your scent, ghosting his lips over the marks he'd left on your throat. A light sheen of sweat began to glisten on his white skin. “I suppose if you're so wanting, I shouldn't hold back anymore myself.”

Hold back? You'd barely processed what he said when his shallow, smooth thrusts erupted into an animal frenzy.

His body slammed into yours, his bed rocking violently, practically throwing you to engulf more of his cock. Punishing, brutal, animal thrusts bounced you against him, leaving you to scramble to hold onto him for the ride. Pleasure burst like stars each time he rammed into your cervix, your nails burying into his back, legs vice tight around his narrow hips. Neuvilette seemed to relish your reaction, an animal purr escaping his throat.

He panted above you, sweat beading on his temples. White strands of hair stuck to his forehead, his cheeks. The clawed shaped of his blue-white fingers bit into his sheets for purchase, to better breed your criminal cunt. Suddenly the god-like gentleman Judge of Fontaine was disheveled and real and a man with human lust. You were probably the first human to see this side of him, and maybe even the last.

The thought nearly sobered you out of your pleasure haze until suddenly his sharp teeth sank into your collarbone. Pain erupted like white lightning and suddenly your core was snapping, mouth open to scream as you came.

Your wetness flooded down his balls, practically dripping but Neuvilette's pace didn't let up. He was moving faster if anything, shallower thrusts to humps against your cervix.

Your toes curled listening to your drenched core being churned, the sound so shamelessly slutty and crude it was nearly impossible to image it was coming from the space between your thighs.

A high whimper sounded in the back of Neuvilette's throat, his thick cock spasming inside you excitedly. “Close,” he grunted into your skin, breath hot. “So fucking close.” Those big teeth met your flesh again, leaving marks on the untouched side of your throat. That whimpering noise came again in time with his movements until his hips were hitching, bucking so hard against you nearly thought he'd managed to get his full length in. And then, melting his pelvis to yours, Neuvilette came.

Something thick, wet, and warm burst inside of you. It felt so strange, like an extra little pleasure right against your sweet spot. Your core twitched as you blinked away white desire. You hadn't realized you were panting until the world settled back under you, the bed still as Neuvilette recovered above you.

Slowly he let his weight pull him down, resting his head in the crook between your throat and shoulder. For what felt like a long time, he laid there breathing, nestled between your thighs and against your cervix. Then, slowly pulled out, standing up to his full height. Even sweaty with messy hair, he was beautiful. “I'll get you some water. I think Mondstat spring water would best suit our theme of tonight.” He didn't wait for an answer, leaving the room.

You went to sit up and felt everything gush out of you—lube, slick, cum. Something was surreal here but you didn't want to acknowledge it, naming what it was would make it actually real.

Carrying two tall glasses of water, Neuvilette returned. Condensation frosted the glass and you were grateful for something cold after how hot you'd just been.

Neuvilette knocked back his glass like a shot. Feverish excitement lit up his pearlescent eyes as they focused on you, slit pupils blown wide. “I think for our next round, a low angle might be best. Hips up and head down, like a stretch or yoga pose. I'm afraid I don't know the exact name of the position.”

Your ears burned hearing such perverse words come from your former boss’ mouth. It took you a second to realize exactly what he was talking about. You weren't done with your punishment, not for tonight anyways. After taking a careful gulp of water you asked, “Um, just how many times are going to be working on my punishment, tonight?”

Neuvillette reached for your glass, gently indicating for you to finish it. You obeyed, fully aware of the hungry stare that watched your throat bob with each swallow. When you'd finished, he took your glass and set it aside with his own. Only then he said, “As long as it takes.”

[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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[barbies1shots]

☆ size kink, overstim

just thinking ab (ur fav) bending you over a surface. a desk, a counter, a dresser, anything. just the way his bigger frame covers yours so beautifully that its enthralling. your just so small compared to him. it just turns him on. the weeks of effort put into building up his strength, bulking, and eating great portions just to achieve this look, big and burly.

he has your arms pinned and secured behind your back. his bigger thighs caging yours in, so you dont fall down his dick while hes fucking you stupid. the edge of the surface digging into your skin sweetly as every thrust has your body trembling and lunging forward.

your slick just drips down your thighs, the occasional drip falling onto the floor where your toes dont even meet the floor. his grunts and moans all but filling the air, your pitiful moans long gone as you've been at it for hours? you begged so prettily for him to fuck you that you just didnt expect him to have the stamina of a mammoth.

your eyes stayed permanently in the back of your head as you just sobbed on his dick, your moth open and drooling all over the place. the way his blunt, fat tip smashes itself into your g-spot, has your choking on your breath and practically running from his unforgiving hips. even the way he doesnt go fully in because it'd all be too much for you, 3/4ths of the way, and there is a belly bulge hes pressing down into.

you said you could take anything he throws your way, but now youre begging for him to ease up, to give you a break, he just tuts and tightens his grip on your wrists before knocking the air out your delicate body instead. aww..

you cant even do anything since you arent even on stable ground, held up by his thighs and arms. you cant run from the dick, you cant try and tap out, you cant look sweetly into his eyes to slow down, especially in this position.

all you can do is hang and cry off his dick while he jackhammers into your sweet, little cunt.

(thought of my man throughout this)

@aizawasbarb

[s0ftbutt0n]

True form bbg Sukuna, Heian era smut<3

TW IN TAGS

Cw- Heian era, smut Ofc, asphyxiation, size difference (not stated much), rough smut, mild plot, sadism (Sukunas end), DUBCON!!, hair pulling, mean Sukuna (which is obvious but still!), belly bulging, fear play cat and mouse game)

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What a mess you were in. Something you had no way out of, Something you would never get out of until death.

Soft sobs were all you could muster up. Fear paralysing you on spot unable to get up from the floor shaking on that very spot beneath him-- The king of curses. He was staring down at you with a bordering on annoyed look.. not that you knew, after all your gaze was on your lap.

A simple "Stop crying." was all he said, snapping you out of your trance instantly staring up, you were a blubbering mess... then again, who wouldn't be? at the mercy of the king of curses-- Sukuna Ryomen. To say you were scared would be an understatement, you were petrified.

Your village- your home- no... Your friends and family sacrificed you in order to save themselves, sure you should feel heroic knowing they'll live another day but that was not the case and rightfully so. You were angry, terrified and upset. Did they have no empathy? they gave you away so easily- no begging, no nothing, just a simple hand over.

"Quit crying." He sounded more annoyed than the last time, staring down at you with a sharp gaze. He was staring... almost expectantly? as if expecting you to beg for your life, though he didn't plan to kill you, how would you know that? Yet you stayed silent, as if you were muted by fear.

This must have been amusing to him, considering he began laughing as he stared down "What? not going to beg for your life?"

He was staring again no longer laughing. "How interesting..." "Well, what is your name woman?"

The look on your face was almost comical, your tear struck, terrified and confused gaze made him wish to laugh again. Finally you spoke, not wanting to anger him you whimpered out your name, your voice so shaky and pathetic.

He loved it.

"I see..." his hand gripped your chin, finger pads digging into your flesh.

"You must be upset, no? After all your village practically tossed you to me with no arguments."

All you could do was nod your head knowing if you spoke again you'd burst into tears your throat was already twitching as if threatening to choke up tears.

Luckily, you didn't.

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You weren't sure why you were here, at first you had assumed it was to kill you, then after a few days you assumed it was to become a concubine of the sorts but you never asked.

Though despite your assumptions he never made a move to kill you or ever treat you as a concubine, in fact he just kept you by his side.

Why though?

Over the past few days you barely mustered up the courage to ask for water, let alone ask him why.

So you waited.

It didn't take long for Sukuna to realise you were confused, in fact it was like he was waiting. He gripped your waist without any delicacy, lazily sitting you on his lap.

"Ask."

Your throat closed up. Instantly freezing on the spot, of course that seemed to humour him though

"I wasn't asking, woman."

The last thing you wanted to do was agitate the king of curses so you desperately tried to speak, Letting out a shaky whimper "M-My lord.. why.. what was your reason for taking me from my village?"

God you felt pathetic, barely able to speak.

"Why?" he barked out a laugh, smirking down at you.

"Because I desired to do so, in fact my full intentions were to kill the village but when they handed over you, I had a change of heart." He practically snickered the last bit out, staring at your shaking figure.

How were you meant to respond to that?

He must have been joking, this was Sukuna- not some random psycho.

He is the king of curses he can't be serious.

Of course Sukuna seemed to know right off the bat you were even more confused in which he just chuckled.

"That's the truth, nothing more to it. Though it did not shock me how easily they gave you away,"

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After that he never really elaborated on it again, there must have been a different reason- Why would he want you? a mere human that has no significance to him.

...

You should have known 'Reader', now look at the mess you're in.

Playing a game of cat and mouse with the King of curses.

Of course undoubtedly, you were screwed. There was no way you would outrun him, in fact the only reason you got so far is because he gave you a hour head start.

It's getting dark 'Reader'.

All your senses were of course heightened and now your breathing rougher than usual and much more desperate, panting with every smack of your shoes against the floor.

You poor soul, you should have known you weren't for keeping.

God knows what he intends to do with you when he finds you but chances are it includes death-- your death.

You could practically hear his mocking laughs in your head, the berating tone he used several times, slowly getting louder until-

WHACK

You were on the floor within seconds, his foot firmly on your back pressing you flat down. Instantly you began sobbing, louder than you ever could fathom blubbering out begs not to kill you- desperate to live. You didn't want to die.

Not yet.

For a second his face had a look that could only be described as confusion, shifting into one of humour.

"Kill you? What gave you that impression?,"

Huh?

"I simply wanted to see how far you would get.."

If you weren't confused before you definitely were now, your mind a complete fuzz as you try take in his words with a weak cry.

...

Maybe that's why you were shifted into the meanest mating press one could fathom. He wasn't going rough, not yet. Giving you time to adjust which was barely helpful, he's far too massive (which was expected).

Tears trickled down your face from the biiiig stretch, he was so big it felt mean:( his big hand was clasped over your mouth silencing your weak cries as your nails dig into his chest. Cunny squeezing him impossibly tight his grunts mixed with your muffled whines filling the forest- it was so dark right now, his other hands roamed your body. One large hand on your ankle; holding it up, one on your waist and the other playing with your nipple, squeezing and tugging the sensitive flesh that kept hardening under his touch.

He was relentless with his thrusts, he barely gave you enough time to adjust because within two minutes he was already rutting into your cervix with mean jolts:( who knew the king of curses could act like a bitch in heat?

Was he like this with his concubines?

If not Whyd you get this treatment?

Your thoughts were snapped when his hand left your mouth and found its way around your neck, squeezing almost mockingly “already fucked dumb? You’re not paying much attention.” No matter how hard you tried to respond—

You couldn’t with how hard he was squeezing, the most you’d get out was a wheeze or cry- stumbling desperately as you attempt to choke out begs.

“How pathetic… I took you for more than that.” He was none stop mocking you. You wanted to fight back- to prove you weren’t as ‘pathetic’ as he says you are yet you don’t do a thing. You lay there beneath him, letting him bully your cervix none fucking stop, you were sure he was moulding your pussy.

Just as you thought you were about to go limp when black dots started appearing through your vision he removed his hand, holding your body closer to his large one. He was waiting, waiting for you to say anything yet all he got was weak cusses and cries.

His thumb circled your clit as he fucked you dumb, watching your body twitch as you whimper and moan in ecstasy, listening to your pathetic “ha- m’gonna cum!” Over and over. He adored how pathetic you were getting, your cunt trying to suck him in even further, as if that were possible. You're eyes widened instantly as he grabbed your hair and forced you to look at your belly, his large sex making a pretty bulge in your stomach; so big you almost thought it might tear through the skin which it luckily did not. His hips were frenzying into your engulfing cunt, such an addictive cunny and it was all his.

The thumb circling your clit was only adding to the pleasure you felt, whining loudly as his hand that was once on your waist moved to your mouth. Shoving two big fingers onto your tongue, muffling your whines that began to cease now that his fingers were so close to your throat.

You were getting closer, impossibly closer and he could tell. Your clit twitched softly under the pad of his finger, your cunt squeezing him even harsher as he thrusted into you even more. You wanted to scream from the pleasure-- Maybe even cry? Either way it felt too good yet also sore, a feeling you struggled to describe.

Yet he still didn't relent, going even rougher, smacking your sweet spot repeatedly, watching your eyes roll into the back of your head with a smirk, he felt far too good.

"M'cumming Sukuna!!" Your voice was all gurgly and muffled thanks to his fingers still stuffed in your pretty mouth, words barely coherent and yet he didn't remove them just letting out a gruff "Cum f’me then." And that you did.

It hit you like a tidal wave, your body twitching and jolting beneath him, it was so much, so good. He felt good.

Your cum splayed all over his appendage, some dribbling onto his balls, creaming his cock and he just laughed!:( continuing to thrust into you, letting you ride out your own orgasm whilst trailing his on, watching your face contort and your body twitch, sobbing for him to slow down, you couldn’t handle how much he was giving! And yet he didn’t stop. Not until he reached his own release, he continued the harsh thrusts that threatened to break you for a little longer, not even bothering to pull out as he finally released, filling your warm snug cunt up with his thick load, grumbling beneath his breath as he mutters about how you shouldn’t waste it.

After several minutes pass by of him and you just sitting there he finally pulls out, instantly sticking his fingers in to plug up your cunt. You were a twitchy mess, whimpering softly as you stare up with droopy eyes that were all dazed from pleasure, the mild overstimulation you felt was clouding your mind, softly tugging your clothes back only to have his hand smack them away.

“I never said I was done, did I?”

Goodluck!

A/N Thank you so much for 600+ followers! This was supposed to be a thank you for the four hundred but the longer I’ve took to write this the more you lovely people have followed😭

(Small extra! Underneath)

“You done…” was he going to praise you..? You really couldn’t tell, after all the king of curses never gave out praise so you doubted it. Your body being held by his much larger one in a lazy hold, the tongue on his stomach swirling along your sticky thighs. Once you were all clean his tongue gave a soft lick on your clit before leaving. “Good.” He paused for a second before starting again “you took me well, woman.”

[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 :)

[wholegrainvore]

those squirms that feel better than they tasted 👌

[gojoest]

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

[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.

[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 ?

[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.

[ 🔔 big dick dilf 🫠 1m ago ]

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<– big dick dilf 🫠 > 🎥

Today 10:53 PM

| Hey baby

| I think I'm here. It's 201 right?

| The ice cream is melting 😱 Haha.

Read 10:53 pm

| Hey?

Read 10:54 pm

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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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𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: A small collection(2) of very feral marines. Well… some cool and collected while some others are simply not.

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𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 • Gray Knight • Sentience

You’re not really sure how the Gray Knight had gotten worked up. How you ended up on the roof of your car; just a few miles away from the house, and your thighs of your legs being opened with ease by his gray gauntlets. The bulk of his armored fingers slightly twitching with anticipation as he looks down at you with his pure white eyes filled with something that looked a lot like hunger. His helmet disregarded on natures ground: near the tire of your vehicle.

“So beautiful.” Solor suddenly speaks with a smooth rumbling tone, praising you. The thumb of his gauntlet gently pressing into your clothed skin on your thigh as he thumbs at it, up, and down. You simply can’t not help the blush that rises to your cheeks, flushed by his suddenness to praise you. To put you on top of your own car and thumb very closely to your womanhood.

The Gray Knight above you gives you a light rumble at your flushed face: something that is similar to a laugh and a purr as he take one of his gauntlets to squeeze at your thigh before rising it up the side of your body, feeling you out; exploring you. His gauntlet very precise on where to touch you, to make you twitch and tick underneath his hand before he would lean down: his face next to your chest while his uses the gauntlet that was touching you to balance himself lightly on the car roof above you; trying to make sure he wouldn’t dent it with his weight. His hot breath gathering in your clothes as he gives you a puff, almost eager to tease you, but he knows he wouldn’t have enough time before the Alpha Legionnaires would show up to take what is his once more.

“My little Maiden…” Solor purrs and rumbles, sending a slight vibration through the car as he moves himself down your clothed body more. His gauntlets going back to gently squish at your thighs while he eyes trail at every inch of you, taking in every detail of you. His breath occasionally puffing out against your clothes the more he moves himself downward. Until, eventually he is above your pelvis; looking down at it with such desire you have only see rarely from him. His stare making you shiver in his squeezing hold as he would look up at you at your movement with a small grin. “Would you allow me to ravage you? To eat you whole my little Maiden?”

Ah, so that’s what he wanted. His actions should have been clear enough to you, but it was unusual to think Solor would want to do it in a more open place, and on the top of your car no less. He likes to be more closed off and… proper without the Alpha Legionnaires trying starting shit with him. Telling him how and what way he should fuck you when he knows just how good he can; better than them too. He has had you first anyway. Though, he can’t deny when they push him, you both get the satisfaction you need, even if it was a little bit more harsh and gets you bed ridden to be in the Alpha Legions care afterwards. He doesn’t mind that all at for some reason, and you certainly don’t mind it either.

“Yes, my knight.” You respond to him, wiggling your hips as a nerve of arousal shoots through you while Solor inhales, taking in your scent of arousal. His tongue licking his teeth inside of his mouth and swallows his bundling saliva, trying not to slobber all over you at just the simple word of you calling him your knight, and definitely not because you wiggled your hips either. His gauntlets tensing around your thighs in anticipation to get started with you.

“Oh, you’re such a good little Maiden.” He coos softly, lowering himself down closer to your pelvis. His breath hitting against your clothes while he looks up at you with hooded eyes as they dim in lecherous thoughts, getting hooked on you in moments. His gauntlets tearing slowly at the seams on the bottom of your clothing, trying not to go too fast. Restricting himself so much when you were willingly presented before him. Agreeing with his offer. “You’re too good for me…”

You keen in his hold eagerly then; anticipating him just as he anticipated you. Wanting his offer to be filled rather quickly for you. He can’t just say things like that and leave you hanging with nothing but that growing, aching desire he started. It was quite… unfair, but… perhaps it was just the both of you? Restricting so much when all could be given in a fraction of a moment?

“Solor, please.” You begged him and he gives you a reassuring purr in response. His gauntlets slowly ripping your seams one by one while his mouth opens wide as he presses his hot, slimy tongue against your clothed sex. The sensation oddly, but slightly stimulating in a way as your body arches at that small fraction of relief, and then a disappointed huff leaves you as all he gives you is a singular lick. “Solor…”

The Gray Knight laughs at you with a low rumble, knowing what he did. Another grin growing on his face as he looks up at you then down at the bottom of your clothing, purring when he managed to get them soaked with just one lick. “Can you blame me? You’re just too appetizing, I must savor everything of you.”

“Everything?” You deadpan at him lightly, looking down at him with the same look. Briefly wondering if you should just pull him closer with your legs, if that was even possible. “Even my clothes?”

“Everything.” Solor confirms with a nod, leaning back down near your sex, giving it a puff of hot air to feel you shiver at his actions. Watching you as the seams untie themselves slowly much to his pleasure. It was like unwrapping a gift. “Your clothes, skin, muscles, organs, bones and even your soul my little Maiden.”

“That’s not creepy at all.” You mumble at him, watching him closely. Wondering now if admitting the more… organic things were their play. If that’s how some of the talk dirty or flirt. “…And that’s how you plan to eat me?”

Solor purrs lovingly at your question, and admittedly with a light laugh. Ripping the seams more. “We are not the same creatures as you my little maiden, but yes that’s how I plan to eat you. More so on the skin and muscle side for now.”

“For now?—!” Your breath catches in your throat. Your mind short circuits as a long moan leaves you. Your body arching up on the roof of the car before you’re forcefully pressed flat down on it. One of Solors gauntlets pressing you down by your stomach while his other hikes one of your legs over his shoulder. His mouth wasting no time to get a taste of you as soon as your seams opened big enough for him to thrust his tongue inside of your sex with a certain gleam in his eyes.

“Hmmm, yes, for now.” He rumbles, sending another vibration through the car and through you. A loud, pleasured cry escaping you as the vibrations just hit right. Your body trying to wither and keen into him, but his gauntlet stops you from doing so. A pleased smile growing on his lips the more he gains from you. The more he watches you struggle underneath him.

“Fuck! Solor, g-give a gal a w-warning.” You manage to groan out, your head leaning back while you clench your jaw and huff. Your eyebrows furrowing up in pleasure as you close your eyes. Hands desperately trying to gasp onto anything in this position and placement, but there was nothing to grab out for but to scratch at the metal of the car or reach out for Solor himself.

“Hhmmm, grasp onto me little Maiden.” The Gray Knight rumbles again, ignoring your words. His eyes intent on watching how your skin moves up and down as he swirls his tongue into your juicy, velvet walls. The back of his tongue making sure he rubs that bud of yours too as he watches you cry out again. Your hands immediately coming up to obey his request, and grasping onto his gauntlet pinning on your stomach. Your fingers trying to overlap and tie with his own. “There we go…”

The Gray Knight hums into you, seemingly relaxed with just eating you out, but his twirling action inside of you sends you spiraling, your mind becoming instant mush; definitely not going slow with you as it looks or sounds like. His tongue doing wonders to claim every inch of muscle inside of you: twirling, twisting, swirling, lapping and even sucking occasionally. Trying to ravage you out, just like he said he would.

“Solor!” You pant at him, feeling that familiar string tighten inside of you. Your hands trying to grasp at his much bigger and armored ones the best you can while he starts to thumb at you, gently caressing your stomach with each stroke of his tongue; feeling how much he can affect you. How much he could eat you out while he thinks for a moment how his cock would feel if he was inside of you once more; bulging your belly, but he knows he won’t have enough time for that. He’s not in a closed space after all.

The Gray Knight doesn’t speak at your call of his name. He simply smothers himself more into your sex, getting drunk on you as he becomes all the more eager to get your nectar. His tongue going more wild, trying to get you to cum already. To give him his meal he has worked and craved highly for from you. Another rumbling hum coming from him to encourage your climax, and oh, does it work its magic. Sending you right off the edge of a damn cliff.

You feel like you’re floating on 10 clouds, but you can’t exactly feel how he continually laps at your walls to drink from them. You can’t feel how he pulls back out of you to lick at your folds, purring at you and the meal you have so preciously given him. His tongue still slowly circling, stimulating your shock of a climax, and never leaving you when you start to feel overstimulated. A whine escaping you at your sudden sensitivity, and at the fact Solor growled, lifting his head up from your sex like a predator that has been interrupted with its feast.

“Legionnaires…” Solor simply hisses the fangs of his teeth showing as he looks up at one of them, and senses two to his other side, trying to trap him; trying to cut him off from eating you out once more. His gauntlets slowly lowering your leg back down from his shoulder and back to hang off the side of the car. His body rising up to his full height as he focuses on one of the lone Alpha Legionnaires; towering over the three of them by a helmet.

Solor doesn’t hesitate to give a warning hiss when the one he focuses on inches his way closer, testing his patience, testing his bond before he finally does snap and takes off after the Legionnaire. Not liking how close they have gotten after he left his little Maiden very vulnerable to claim, and has still done so after he plays cat and mouse with this legionnaire he has yet to pin down. Leaving you vulnerable and open for the other two to claim.

You can finally feel after getting off your high, how this Legionnaire: Hydra, comes over and gently squeezes your thighs with a sweet coo. His helmet off his head as he shifts in his spot in order to get between your legs like Solor did, but this time, Hydra does something a bit different and folds you in half. Hiking up both your legs over his pauldrons like he was putting you in a mating press before he gets a taste of you himself. The suddenness of his tongue eating you out this time, and in a different way making you cry out again. Gaining some teasing and praising coos in response.

The Gray Knight couldn’t have all the fun without them now could he?

𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐤 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐤𝐢 • World Eater • Wh40k

You know you should have not have tested the patience of your marine who gives you everything he has. Every. Little. Thing, and all he asks in return is you. Yet, you push him every single time, rejecting his gifts, pushing him away, running away. He’s been patient enough to court you again; killing off your suitors. He thinks it’s about time that he puts you back in your place, and the frustrated World Eater is quick about it. His form taking big strides in an effort to not just flat out rush you.

He follows your trail; finding it with ease only moments before you had ran off from him. His form moving with rather tense and calm movements. His helmet moving side to side to look around the area as his eyes take in every little detail that you’d left behind: footprints, loose dirt and even your scent. Which perfectly betrays you the most.

He can smell how you fear of being caught by him. How your adrenaline spikes, and how strongly it smells just like you. He can even smell the hint of arousal in it. Your mind must have briefly thought about him, and that makes him lowly hum in… delightful thoughts. You think of him even when you’re running away from him? In such enamored ways too? Ohhhh, little мир.(World.)

The… endearing thought cools him off a little bit, but not by much. He’s too frustrated by you running from him when he’s gone to do this type of shit. You always taking advantage of him when you can, and it slowly started to peeve him off until today. He has decided he will not have any of it. No childish games, no bratty behavior, no innocent faced lies and definitely no cold shoulders either. He will have you, even if he knows he’ll have to do it again. Not that he wouldn’t mind. He has all the time in the world to do so.

The World Eater spots you not far up ahead. A twitch of a grin rising up beneath his helmet as he looks at you. So helpless; breathless from running, what he feels like is only a couple steps from him. Your form hunched over as you try and catch yourself. Presenting your curved aspects at him while your heart beats wildly in both fear and exhaustion, and he didn’t even have to exhaust you. You exhausted yourself. Something that he finds rather… appreciative of.

“S-Spartak!” You squeak up at him, your heaving form quickly turning around on your heel to face him with wide eyes. Finally noticing that he was just standing behind you, staring down at you with clenched gauntlets as his shadow overcasted your own. “I…um…”

He watches you stutter up at him, looking around at everything but him, and it drives him more mad that you refused to look at him in moments like this. His gauntlet twitching as you try and make up another excuse for your running; for your escapes. Why can’t you just trust him? Why can’t you like the things he has provided for you? Why don’t you allow him in?

Oh, he doesn’t like to think about those thoughts very much. Each individual question being blocked by something that he just… can’t understand. He can’t understand you. How are you not swayed by his advances? How are you so adamant with him? He was clearly a better suitor and able to care for you properly. Not once, has he hit you. Not once, did he let his anger get the best of him… but he has his limit on this one, and he doesn’t even know if he can promise to be gentle.

He deeply rumbles down at you, scaring you to shut up and stand still. Your eyes, yet again, refusing to look up at him. Trying to look at everything on the dirt ground and memorize it. He’s not sure if he likes you to be…so scarily obedient, but he sure as hell wants you look at him. His gauntlets unfurling from being fists as he uses one to gently; forcibly make you look up at him and uses the other to take off his helmet and latch it to his waist.

“Look up at me little мир…” He lowly speaks, getting increasingly frustrated with how your eyes still flicker every where else, but his command finally makes you listen. Your fearing eyes finally looking up at him, listening to his call. It almost would have calmed him down a bit if he wasn’t reminded on why he was here; how he was here.

He scoffs at himself then, sounding like a chuff of a tiger before just snatching you up from the ground. Purring just the tiniest bit when you give a squeak of surprise. Your hands settling on his maroon pauldrons, trying to steady yourself before he flips you around. Your back up against his breastplate as one of his gauntlets keeps you pinned up against him. Holding all of you by your waist as he settles himself down in front of a tree; sitting in front of it with his legs open.

“Spartak!” You call out for your marine, incredibly confused on his actions. He…he has never done this before! He has never been so… blunt! “Did I do something wrong?”

Oh, you know you did, but you can hope that your plays lasts, until he growls at you. A string of dread washing through you. Your form shivering against his body and hold.

He cannot believe that you would as such a question. You still think you can still play innocent when he has you resting on his cuisse? When all you have done is played him with such acts? He’s seen how you work; over and over again, and he tried of you just dismissing him at every turn. He deserves something in return.

“Do not play with me woman.” He huffs, tucking his head into the back of your neck. The urge to just bite the hell out of you strong. “You have done that long enough.”

You swallow at his truth, understanding that you have been caught. That now, you need a different approach, but nothing pops up, it’s like you’ve ran out of ideas, out of words to say. What in the hell does one even do in this type of situation?

“I…” You stutter and pause, trying to come up with anything, but you simply can’t. You used everything in the book of excuses to try and stay away from him. So you settle on something so stupid, so minuscule. “I’m sorry.”

Everything feels entirely too silent then. Your ears straining to find a peep of any sound behind you as your heart pounds in your chest. Waiting for what might be your death. What might be your last line of rope to climb up out of your own well.

“…You’re sorry?” Spartak lowly scoffs, his gauntlet suddenly tightening around your waist, threatening to snap you into two as you wince in his hold. He’s really not sure how he feels about this apology, but he’s definitely burning. Ohhh, he’s fucking fuming.

In sudden movements, that gets you dizzy on how fast he moves. He has you on your hands and knees beneath him. His gauntlet on your waist still keeping you pinned to him as his other gauntlet fumbles for his cod-piece. Your eyes desperately searching the ground below you, what for? You don’t know, you’re scared, you’re scared of his wrath. You know how some World Eaters can be like; Iron Warriors too.

“You run from me nearly everyday little Мир.” He starts, nuzzling into the back of your head, deeply inhaling your scent. Feeling how you tense up beneath him. “You promise me lies when I promise you— give you truth.”

You don’t swallow the saliva that builds up in your mouth. You don’t dare interrupt him with a simple thing as swallowing. You don’t dare to move in his hold as he smells you; rocks up against you before you even realize what he has planned for you.

“You push me when all I want to do is provide.” He snarls, sounding low and rather controlled. His mouth opening up as his hot breath paints across the back of your neck; making you shiver at the different temperature of it. His gauntlet finally releasing his cock from his confinement as he pulls you closer to feel just how hard he was. To feel the heat of his length and thickness just resting below you; twitching up against you.

“Spartak…” You dare to whine at him, braving yourself, throwing yourself into his jaws so he can just clamp down onto your neck a snap it. To chew on your bones and drink your blood.

“Silence, woman.” He hisses gutturally, ripping off the bottoms of your clothes with a simple tug, the unexpectedness of it making you yelp out before you clamp your mouth shut. Tears building up in your eyes as he slowly rocks his hips back and forth between your folds. “You have no right to spill more innocent lies.”

“You don’t even have the right to dismiss me. To reject my care.” He continues, stabilizing himself with one arm above you and the other to hold you by the waist. Rolling his hips all the way back until his tip producing pre-cum rests at your entrance. “No more little Мир. You will accept me as yours.”

You can’t help the loud gasp that escapes your throat after being told to be silent. Your hands struggling everywhere against the dirt floor to find purchase on it. The intrusion of just his tip too much to bear for your frail body compared to his. He was simply more bigger, stronger, holding you in place as his cock slowly pushes through your walls. His frustrated mind having enough logic that he knew he didn’t prep you before hand.

“Relax, little Мир. We have done this before.” He purrs roughly. Groaning when you squeeze at him when he wasn’t even fully sheathed inside of you. His frustration flickering between railing you like some simple minded animal or coddling you. To make sure you’re okay as he knows he’s big.

Khorne, your walls drag him in so deliciously. If you don’t start to relax soon he’ll make you relax. Fuck you until your like mush in his devoting hands, until you can’t think of anymore lies and more refusals for him to be prissy about. Running too, make you stop running from him again once more.

Yes…that’s sounds like a rather tempting idea.

“Spartak, please.” He hears your quiet beg against your order that he’s given you, but he can’t bring himself to care about that. He’s going to fuck you until he can’t hear you beg for him anymore. He just wants fucking sounds out of you or perhaps non at all. He knows that a rather sick thought, but it’s makes him twitch inside of you. Him just lazily fucking into you while you’re asleep before he would cockwarm you up, making sure he sticks there until he’s ready to cum inside of you once again.

Fuck, he can’t be gentle, he definitely can’t be gentle with you right now. He needs you. He needs you to submit to him, tell him, moan at him that you’ll accept him once more. That you won’t run away from him again. That you’ll bear anything that he’ll give you, whatever that may be. He needs you.

He can’t help the loud, guttural groan that leaves him. His head tilting back before he looks back down at you, slobbering all over the dirt ground with breathless whines mixed with moans leaving you. He must have blacked out for a moment as he doesn’t recognize when he started to go fast with you. To have you rock back against his cock as it twitches inside of you again, warning you and him that he was closer than what he would like to admit himself.

Ah, but that doesn’t matter. One load simply won’t be enough for you, and one load certainly isn’t enough for him. You’ve got him hooked on you. He’s going to provide as much as he can. He’s going to fill you up as much as he can to make sure you know where your place stands with him. Not below or above, with him.

He switches his position slightly, lifting you off the ground as he uses you to his pleasure. Both of his gauntlets now grasping at your waist; creating bruises on them as he tilts his head back, getting lost on how your walls grip at his cock like a vice. His pace going a bit faster than before as he closes his eyes and deeply groans. Savoring the feeling of both of your climaxes, occasionally doing some extra thrusts as your body is unable to handle so much of his cum. The milky substance running from between your thighs and down his cock and armor before it finally reaches the ground.

“L-Little Мир?” He huffs down at you, frustration gone. Now replaced with worry that he might have broken you. He gauntlets maneuvering you around so you sit upright on his cock. His form string back against the tree as he checks up on you closely. Eyeing the harsh, purpling bruises he created on your waist of griping you too tightly before looking at your fucked out face. A certain… feeling swelling inside of him that he (always) manages to make you look so drunk on him.

He waits for you to recover however, his face nuzzling into your neck. Enjoying how you smell like him now as one of his gauntlets keeps you steady up on his cock by your torso. Not willing to brush along that belly bulge inside of you just yet. He wants you coherent with him, but once you start to show signs that you’re coming back from cloud 9? He’s at you again, slowly at least. Rising you up and down his cock at a tentative pace, making sure to love more on you as well. Kissing the back of your neck, giving it a little nibble before he starts to purr in a happier tone. Satisfied with what he has gotten from you. What he has given you.

At least, now you know not to push him too much… or perhaps you will? It’s a rather difficult decision to make.

[wholegrainvore]

Big dorky chubby boy who eats people…. Is so silly after eating someone all “heehee sorry! You were cute and I was hungry!”

SORRY FOR HOW LATE THIS IS but this ask inspired me …. Eats you in a cute dorky chubby way

[gamblersdoll]

tw: size kink, sex talk.

when sukuna sees you for the first time as his true form, hes even more in love. he has to look down or even crouch down to your height and is still barely eye level. his arms suffocate you, and his hand is bigger than yours.

hes been waiting for this, holy fuck. he cant get over how small and beautiful you are. he only wondered how strong you could be now? can you even land a single blow on him?

eventually, you did, while using his OWN weapon? how you managed to do that, hes amazed. and youre overtop of him and hes finally healed, but he is still so intrigued by how you are able to do it with his state now.

“you truly are worth my time!” he laughs maniacally, smushing you face in his larger hand. hes so much bigger than you too, that hadnt left his mind during the whole fight, probably why he slightly even doubted you– never again.

so now hes got you in a compromised state, two arms on your hips and two arms on your shoulders. he barely got the tip in, you somewhat suck him in, and hes just… in awe.

your body is just astonishing to him, and hes grinning ear to ear.

“hoo fuck!” hes growling, is he even human? hes not, and he spits a fat glob on your pretty cunt. thats what does it for you, and hes able to get about halfway inside you, your tummy bulging and he sees the outline of his fat dick, dont even remind yourself about the second dick you may have to take either in your cunt or your ass. and thats a whole new level.

hes head over heels, over the moon, debating on would he allow you to boss him around for taking him? your almost at the base of his dick, and what sounds like degradation is him praising you.

“youre such a fucken whore! look at you, takin all of me!”

“im gonna have to be so so gentle, or i might just fuck up your uterus..”

and he’s going so slow as he can, (newsflash, its barely slow!) and youre biting your lip as it slightly hurts because of the sudden stretch, although having experience. hes wiping your tears with his tongue, kissing your cheeks as his belly mouth is eating and lapping up your clit as hes balls deep, so you have some type of lube.

hes laying on top of you after having a strangled climax, only making sure he pulls out and nuts on your tits (he doesnt believe you should take his cum yet, you could barely take a few strokes.) and hes overwhelming.

[uvuyai]

© uvuyai 2024. . . ~ ღ

𝐵𝒶𝒷𝓎, 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝...

–tw. Mentioned false information, size difference, dub con, measuring, stomach bulge, cervix fucking, creampies, slight yan, rough sex, pinned down, bondage, overstimulation, dacryphilia, big cocks, pussy job, cuteness agression maybe(??), this will be ooc for some characters listed, mating press, fem reader,

ღ ~ You were currently tied up(only your hands) by your quote on quote, "oblivious" boyfriend. He claimed he wanted to measure you and your body parts but you don't understand why he needed to tie you up on the bed. It's so you wont squirm too much, baby he says. You sigh and roll your eyes and wished to get this over with.

He climbs on top of the bed and sits beside you. You looked at him but he was busy with a stupid smirk on his face, looking down towards your lowerhalf. He hooked his finger onto the waistband of your shorts and panties and slid them down, a string of slick connecting with your panties and he threw the clothes somewhere in the corner of the room . “What are you doing?!”. You yelped and tried using one of your legs to cover your pussy. He sat in front of you, grabbed your thighs and slung them over his shoulders. You look at them, tears welded in your eyes as you gritted your teeth with flushed cheeks.

Your cunt was soaking his torso by now. You wiggled your hips trying to get away but got stopped when squeezed it and split your legs apart, your pussy on full display for him and only him. He unbuckled his pants and fished out his cock that he knew you loved. It was already thick, long, and painfully hard as it bobbed up and down right by your womb.

“I'm gonna do an experiment on ya, baby.” he moved his hand to stroke his dick as a bead of precum formed at the tip.

“You see where this is?” he points to your belly button and you nod. ”I've heard, that a woman's cervix, is right beneath.” he finishes as he dragged his finger a bit down from your belly button. You felt yourself blushing and looked away.

“Considering how big I am, I might just burst through your womb.” he emphasizes on the big. He has a weirdly built ego that makes you wonder how you even got together.

“But I don't think I needed this information considering i've fucked your womb countless times.” he was right about that.

He bent your calves so he could rest his hands on your knees to balance himself as he leaned over you. His dick plopped right over your cunt, slick covering the base of it. He rocked his hips back n' forth, stimulating your clit in the process. He noticed your panting getting more harsh. You whined, desperately trying to get out of this predicament.

More of your juices covered the underside of his cock. He seems lost in pleasure as his eyes were closed and he seemed to shudder and drool. He opened his eyes only to be locked with yours. If you look closely, you could see the hearts in his eyes mixed with lust. His pupils were slightly trembling as they stared back at you.

You looked away as the loving stare was too much for you to keep eye contact with.

A smirk was etched on his face. He moved himself back so that his thick tip was prodding at your soaking entrance. He moved his hips forward, pushing his dick up into your cunt.

His cock was covered in your juices and cream. The deeper he went, it felt like what he said was true. He would be able to burst through your stomach. He went down to your face and pressed his lips against yours. He bit your bottom lip for entrance to which you granted. He tongue quickly sped into your mouth, entangling itself with yours as he continued his thrusts up against your womb.

Your hands were desperately grasped at the ribbon holding your wrists together. Tears were streaming down your cheeks then he leaned down to lick them and slightly bite at your cheeks.

He spits out grunts and slight whimpers while a string of moans and mewls comes from you. He soon settled his cock deep inside you which made you cum with a cry as he hit that spot that you love. “Wow baby, came on the spot huh?” he gave slow thrusts but leaned forward so your calves were touching his. back

You tried to move your hips away but his veiny hands grasped harshly at your waist that it would surely leave marks and pull you on his cock so it can reach a deeper part than before. His thrusts got faster that so much so it hit your cervix with brutal thrusts. Your cervix felt as if a mouth was sucking the tip of his dick. “N-noo.. you're too roUGH!” you tried to push him away with your binded wrists but was unsuccessful from his brute stature.

You felt the coil in your stomach tighten. The bulge in your stomach signed how deep his was in your womb. You close your eyes tightly and let out a wanton moan followed by a mewl and whine.

After a few thrusts into your small womb, he released his seed into your womb, your stomach becoming slightly bloated. You closed your eyes in exhaustion. He moved himself back not pulling out. He looked down at your form and saw your body glistening with sweat and you lower half shining from the juices you and him produced together by pleasure each other.

His hand pressed down onto your bloated stomach which made his cum dribble out of your cunt like a waterfall. “Look at that, wasting my precious cum,” he says with a tsk and shakes his head. “Don't worry baby, I'll just fuck it back into you.” he leaned towards your face with a crazed lovesick look in his eyes.

“And I'll keep fucking it into you until I deem you as full enough to produce my child.” ღ

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