Im Cooking Something....

Im cooking something....

Its something abt size difference okay...

blade has such a thick cock, you don't know how to handle it :(

he's splitting your tiny cunt open, hands pushing your thighs to your chest as he tries to hold back, "bladieee, 's too muchhh." you whine, hands squeezing the sheets blade was fearing you'd tear them.

"you can take it." he grunts, thrusting his thick cock in and out of your cunt, balls slapping against your ass as he holds you down in a mating press, forcing you to take his big cock. your chin is covered in drool and tears are drying against your cheeks. his long hair tickles your face as he leans over you, "cumming again? you're s' fuckin' sensitive." he purrs. your shaking as he fucks your oversensitive pussy, fucking your umpteenth orgasm out of you.

"look, she can take my cock just fine. so dramatic.." huff.

LINK HERE!!

Men who use their legs to keep you spread open while they finger you☺️(this is my [short] apology letter for my april fools joke😓) this was based off some chilumi nsfw i found on X. I'll link it later!

Tag ~ fingering, fem!reader(no pronouns),, overstimulation, squirting, mating press, no sex but implied at the end, eating outz, size difference, tit slapping + nipple play,

The way he just snaps you into position with your legs bent away to your shoulders beneath their legs. The way they pumps and ruthlessly thrusts their fingers into your clenching hole, sending you sky high into a bursting orgasm. The tears and drool running down your face says it all. Your trembling hands clenching the thigh of his pants.

You try your hardest to wriggle your way out of his tight leg lock but they're not letting you go till he's finished with you. You've come for the nth time of the day. your mewls, whines, and moans getting high on pitch every waking second. They like seeing you like this; all spread out, puffy pussy sucking their fingers in, eyes rolling up to heaven, and the sweet juices you squirted out onto their hand.

He leans down and licks a stripe of your cunt, you immediately jump from the sudden change of roughness. They tweak and suck at your clit. Their tongue licking long and forceful stripes of your pussy. Their nose pokes at your clit from time to time. Your tongue hanging out of your mouth and tilting your head to the side to hopefully avoid neck pain. You let out a sharp moan and gasp as you felt yourself wet their hand. Your toes curled at the erupting feeling. You are nearly embarrassed about how you've wet yourself. They raise themselves back up to look back at the mess they've made beneath them. That mess being you. Your eyes are so close to closing as you let out soft and quiet pleas for no more.

But as I've said before; he's not stopping now.

One more time at least baby is what they say and they slide their fingers back into you, immediately curling up into that spot he knows like the back of his palm. Their other hand slams down onto your tits, tweaking them in the process. You're so cute they think as they see you trying to escape his leg prison once again. They give you a hearty chuckle and a teasing smirk. Your eyes try to ultimately focus on them but he doesn't stop pumping his fingers into you. Poor thing, it was only 15 minutes in, but it must've felt like eternity for you. Which you hope was the last of, you clenched your teeth and let out a gut bursting orgasm.

He gets up and flips you onto your stomach and removes the rest of your clothes along with his. They aligned his thick, long cock to your sensitive hole. Oh boy, this was gonna be a long day or night for you.

LOVE NOTE SIGNED © 𝑢𝑣𝑢𝑦𝑎𝑖 2024

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hellooo! I’ve actually fallen in love with your writing, and I’ve had this idea in my head for wayyyy to long, so here ya go!!

just thinking about scara using shouki no kami to hold the reader in one of its hands, using one of its mechanical fingers to fuck them and fill them to the brink?? (pray for the reader man 🙏🙏🙏)

bow before me .

── ୨୧：sub!reader x dom!scaramouche

୨୧﹑ synopsis :; you never noticed how hot scaramouche’s mecha was, until now.

୨୧﹑ genre :; smut, nsfw

୨୧﹑ cw :; fem!reader, shouki no kami!scara, established relationship, size difference, size kink, grinding, fingering ( yes the finger goes inside—just the tip i swear ), creampie, biting.

﹒notes ! ⸜⸜ stopp reader is literally going through it.. #pray4reader — also sorry this took so long i had no ideass then i got a burst of motivation at 2am!!

art : yonumo , twt

shouki no kami, originally meant to be the new vessel to house the gnosis in order to assist the balladeer in attaining his so called ‘godhood’ he had been craving ever since his abandonment as a lonesome puppet.

it was simply a hunk of metal, however it was able to heed to scaramouche’s every whim. your eyes stare up in awe as the faceplates click into place, the electro energy resonating within making the machine come to life.

with baited breath, you summon your weapon. this was meant to be a simple spar to test it’s strength. but now, standing in front of it, you begin to have second thoughts.

a yelp comes from you as a large hand swiped for you, and you immediately ducked down. you curse under your breath as you hit the floor, eyes darting around to see where his next attack would come from.

“you’ve got to be more aware of your surroundings, dear…”

in a fraction of a second, you feel a heavy weight on top of you, before being scooped up and lifted off the ground by his heavy hand. you dropped your weapon, making it clatter on the ground which now seemed to be getting further and further away.

you were dangling from the back of your clothes in front of where the control centre would be. grumbling in defeat, as he watched you softly swing side to side.

“look at you, so cute, so helpless.”

his other hand cups a few metres underneath you, acting like a platform as he drops you like a stone. you make a small ‘oomph’ upon impact.

one of the fingers of the machine trail down your body suggestively, only egging you on as it reaches your thighs. your lips part, a silent gesture of protest, which wasn’t missed by scaramouche

“oh, come on—don’t act like you didn’t want this.” his distorted voice rings in your ear, going straight to your thrumming core. your eyes flit up to the mecha, your thighs pressing up against the finger situated between your legs. “please, you were practically fucking me with your eyes. couldn’t even get through five minutes of fighting.”

“i wasn’t!” you tried to fruitlessly defend yourself, but it was hard with the metal rubbing up against your heat.

as the finger presses up against you, you whine, trying to writhe away, but it was much bigger than you were. it was so easy to get you submit to him. he was your god, after all.

you give in, hooking your trembling fingers into the waistband of your panties and tugging them down, throwing them off to the side carelessly. albeit your face burning with embarrassment, you can’t fight the fact your own body is aroused from his touch.

inside the control centre, scaramouche bit his lip so hard it was borderline painful. seeing your legs spreading for him as your needy fingers wandered south to pleasure yourself, he can’t restrain his own arousal. then again, he’ll tease his prey before attacking. he wanted you to grind against the cold metal of the finger like a bitch in heat, and he’d do anything to get it.

“oh? you weren’t? then what’s this i’m seeing,” his eyes narrow at the sight of your form, moving his finger ever so slightly that it presses against your clit. the contrast of the cold metal against your searing arousal set a chain reaction off in your body. “surely you’re not turned on just from some simple touches…”

you didn’t have anything to say to that—as it was true. embarrassingly so, you were in fact turned on by it. your whole body flares up, and your hips cock in a way that presses your wettening folds up against his finger.

you moan out, staining the shiny material with your glistening slick. your hands go to your mouth, muffling any noises you could let out, but you simply couldn’t keep them back and a couple slipped out under your efforts.

“so needy…” he mumbles under his breath, rubbing his finger along your dripping fold. your heartbeat thumps in your ears, breath growing heavier at the amount of slick pooling out of your cunt.

the calculated movement of your hips becomes more instinctual and rapid, grinding your clit against the hard material. the friction sends a surplus of pleasure up your spine, electrifying your whole body.

your mind is plagued with the notion that he could be doing anything up in that control centre. by the sound of his voice, you could already tell that he was equally as turned on as you. he wanted to touch you, but firstly he wanted to see you fall apart.

your eyes water, rolling back in your head. your thighs begin to tremble, struggling to keep up with your frantic motions as you chase your high. your eyes squeeze shut, but they soon widen as you feel something pressing against your cunt.

“n-no, scara… won’t fit…” you babble out, writhing as he pushes the tip in. it was all you could fit; and you already felt so full. your hands claw at the hand underneath, currently holding you, trying to gain some purchase.

it stretched you out completely, practically splitting you in half. you gasp for breath, trying to calm yourself down from the adrenaline shuddering through your body. luckily, scaramouche had enough lenience to give you mercy.

your whole body shakes and you muster all your strength to begin to grind down against his finger. you moan breathlessly, back arching as you continue to pleasure yourself against him.

your hands go down to your clit, quickly rubbing it and adding to the mind-hazing sensation. there was a lewd squelch coming from all your activities, coming from the sound of your slick alongside the desperate rolls of your hips.

“so close… s-so, so close…” you groan, your grinding turning more sloppy and uncoordinated as your orgasm builds up rapidly. your head is thrown back, a loud moan echoing off of each wall of his domain.

“you gonna cum all over my finger? cum for me, then. don’t hold back.”

his words makes your brain haywire, his whole being overtaking your senses and making you drunk on every drop of him you’re surrounded with.

your breath hitches, eyes misting over in a drunken expression of raw lust. your orgasm rips through you, causing a soft cry of his name to leave your mouth as the pleasure numbs your senses. your body stills, before going limp, your shaky arms struggling to support your weight. everything was too overwhelming, and you slowly slip off of the finger, letting yourself rest for a moment and catch your breath.

in the ache of your dulled hearing, you can hear a faint click along with a hiss. it was the sound of the faceplates whirring open, and not long after you can hear the clicking of scaramouche’s shoes against the pristine architecture of the mech.

you feel his cold hands tug your tear stained cheeks, his soft lips pressing apologetic kisses against your face; almost an apology for wearing you out so much.

“you were so good,” he kneels down, resting himself on your thigh in the act of straddling you. “so good… now how about i treat you to something better, yeah?”

he grabs your hand, placing it over his erection through his pants, letting you get a feel of how much you’ve riled him up. his groin unconsciously ruts against your hand.

your eyes flit up to him, a teary, worn out look in them. but even so, you give him a soft smile, pressing your lips against his with all your resolve. you take initiative, palming his throbbing cock, the friction of the fabric making him groan.

he shifts in between your legs, discarding his pants and tugging you close by the thighs. your hips press against his, his cock pressing up against your slick, collecting on the underside of his cock.

he leans down, nestling his face into your neck and trailing wet kisses down to your collarbone, letting his saliva coat your warm skin.

he finally, finally begins to sink into your warmth, letting your cunt suck him in and envelope him in your essence. he’s reeling at the sensations, wholly infatuated with the way your walls clench gummy around his length.

he lets out a few stray noises, giving a quick glance up at you half-lidded before slowly pulling out to the tip and sinking back into your once more. drool pools on the dips of your tongue, lashes fluttering at him, coaxing further into your hex.

he hooks one of your legs on his shoulder, pressing it flush against your chest as he leans over you. with this angle, he can finally hit deeper into you, turning you into malleable putty.

you whine and gasp as his thrust become more intense, his tip grazing against your cervix every time he bottoms out into you. it makes your whole lower body thrum with fire, blazing within your gut.

his free hand comes down to toy with your clit, sending your mind into a spiral. your inhibitions were in the clouds, combining into a senseless fog of unfettered pleasure. your back arches, limbs squirming underneath him as he pounds into you like it were a matter of life or death.

“more… m-more, i’m close again…” you gasp, voice weak and trembling with each thrust. every push of his hips, it leaves you frantic for breath, only to have it taken away again from another one of his powerful thrusts.

“you already have all of me… greedy, aren’t you?” he breathes into the shell of your ear, teeth gnawing teasingly on the supple flesh of your neck. your head lolls back, crushed in brittle euphoria as he sends you into another deserved climax.

you let slip a high-pitched moan, hands tugging on his hair as you came around his cock, your cunt tightening and fluttering around his cock. he pathetically whimpers in your ear at the feeling, your heart fluttering at the noise.

“f-fuck… so tight, i’m gonna cum…” he groans, panting against your ear as hit hot breath fans against your skin. it induced you into a state of warmth, seeking confort in the heat of his touch.

his cock twitches and throbs inside of you, before he lets his cock hit it’s deepest in you as he releases ropes of his cum deep inside of your womb.

your body relaxes into the feeling, chest heaving for breath as scaramouche rests his head against your chest, letting himself hold you in his arms for a moment. he sighs, eyes fluttering shut and a small smirk tugging at his face, feeling his cum leak out of you.

besides, if he lets some get to waste, that means he gets to fuck another load into you again.

©2024 kvronushi do not copy, plagiarise, translate or repost any of my works.

⠀ — boothill thoughts that have been in my brain.

boothill who is so fond of cheek kisses and fingers on his jaw and nudging his face against yours— it’s the only way he’s able to feel how warm or cold you are, a thumb smoothing over your cheek is useless when he can’t feel your skin. he’d much rather press his to yours like a cat and leave a quick smooch or a playful bite to the soft skin there.

boothill who always puts his hands over yours when you cup his cheeks, leaving a kiss or two and a harmless nibble on your palms and holding them there for as long as he can. it reminds him of when his own cheeks were able to warm— but having you around to simulate it and gently squeeze at his face isn’t so bad.

boothill who is the kind of guy to pull your legs up over his lap, idly drum on your legs and give your thigh the occasional squeeze while he listens to you talk.

boothill who most definitely throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes to take you places— when you’re up too late and need to get to bed or procrastinating something he knows you have to start on. he gives you the chance to go yourself now and again, but 9/10 times you’re swept up out of your seat and hanging over his shoulders.

boothill who gets too into his own head every here and there and relies on the sound of your voice to pull his focus away from the whirring of his own internals.

boothill who really isn’t as tough and gruff as he’s chalked up to be— not with you, at least. he’s got a special little sweet spot for when it’s just the two of you.

© uvuyai 2024. . . ~ ღ

–tw. Fem reader, of course this'll be ooc, bondage, mentions of public sex, humiliation, manipulation, gaslighting(???), cockwarming, size difference, suggestive by why call it that when this is just straight up smut, choking, cervix fucking, basically punishment sex, yan Sunday(?), stockholm syndrome, breeding kink/pregnancy kink, presumed non-con(?), dub-con, somnophillia, dacryphilia,

ღ ~ 𝑀𝑒𝑎𝑛!𝑃𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑟! 𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑦! Who shows you off in public as his wife/girlfriend. Having matching charms to further prove it. Some females would be jealous of how you managed to pull the one and only Sunday. He's all prince charming. Taking care of your injuries if you fall. When he lets you speak to other people, he may forget he let you talk to them which leads to him placing a hand on your shoulder and his fave darkening with a smile then dragging you away. He shows you off to hos family as if he had won the lottery or gotten new jewelry. But you are his precious pearl anyway,

𝑀𝑒𝑎𝑛!𝑃𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑟! 𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑦! Is really cruel. He only cares about the humiliation he finds funny from you. Wrapping you up in red or black ropes. Tugging on the rope that rubs on your cunt, making friction on your clit to further drench the ropes. He would punish you even if it was the smallest mistake or thing ever. Let it be just closing your eyes due to exhaustion and overstimulation he would be quick to wrap his hand around your neck, squeezing at it as he rams himself deeper into your pussy, the tip of his dick hitting home into your cervix.

𝑀𝑒𝑎𝑛!𝑃𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑟! 𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑦! Is a big fan of public sex. Cock warming would be at the top of his list. Just to see you shudder and get embarrassed as you let out unwanted whines and moans as his cock twitches and brushes up against that one spot.

𝑀𝑒𝑎𝑛!𝑃𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑟! 𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑦! Likes to tease you. In restaurants, he would have a vibrator in your panties and pressing down on your clit with it. He only lets you wear skirts or dresses even if you don't prefer them. At home, he lets you wear shorts as it's an easy way to fiddle or fuck up into your pussy.

𝑀𝑒𝑎𝑛!𝑃𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑟! 𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑦! Is really a pervert! If you're just minding your business, he'll just force make you get into some suggestive position involving the both of you. If you're just walking past him, he'll just trip you purposely and move his head beneath your skirt. He'll even use your dirty panties and show you your cum stained panties, blaming you for making him dirty them in the first place.

𝑀𝑒𝑎𝑛!𝑃𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑟! 𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑦! Who has a breeding kink/pregnancy kink. He wants you to be plump and fully with his child inside your womb walking around his room barefoot. He fucks you around the house everyday in every inch of the place. Once he's done he'll just plug you up with a vibrator to keep all of his seed inside. He likes mating press and doggy style when breeding you. He likes it because he can easily tower over you and get easy access to your face just to lick your tears away and kiss you deeply.

𝑀𝑒𝑎𝑛!𝑃𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑟! 𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑦! Is very sneaky:3. When he breeds you non stop and when you finally get the strength to move around, he places birth control pills around the room. But it's really prescribed sleeping pills. He uses this as an advantage to breed you in your sleep. The pills would have you out like a light as when he fucks, you show no sign of restraint.

𝑀𝑒𝑎𝑛!𝑃𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑟! 𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑦! Is very cheerful on the inside when you start looking at him lovingly and with hope in your eyes. He knows he's broken you down to the girl he wanted you to be. It's not like he kidnapped you. He still gives you punishments here and there. It would be less harsher as he would fuck you softly but still overstimulates your ass. He loves to see you get worked up when you feel like you've done a bad thing and start crying. In response, he just lets you ride him till you collapse. He gives you a soothing aftercare and makes you agree that you are his, it's a small world for a small little adorable thing like you. Anyone could just crush you under their feet and just leave you there to wither in pain.

He just needs you to stay with him and you'll be safe. Just with him and the life in your stomach.

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