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mchanzo stink kink??

Hanzo has been rubbing his face against Jesse’s chest for a good ten minutes now; mouthing at it, rubbing his lips against the crisp hair, the tip of his nose gently dragging through the unkempt fur.

Jesse’s first thought had been that the archer wanted to nurse and was too skittish to admit it; but his fingers when they joined in on the action were sure and unafraid to pinch the flat tips meanly between blunt nails or roll them and squeeze them between the rough pads until tears sprung up in Jesse’s eyes and he had to pant through his mouth like a dog.

No, Hanzo did not want to nurse on him, despite being seemingly so obsessed with his chest that he didn’t let him move from underneath him. It took Jesse a while to understand what he was so squeamish about; until he heard the soft little huffs of breath Hanzo took whenever he skirted closer to one of Jesse’s hairy pits, because Hanzo was so very diligent in not showing what got his gears good and going.

After that, it was easy to give him what he so obviously craved: McCree’s big paw curling around the sensible top knot he still wore, holding on fast even as Hanzo started squirming and protesting.

“Shhhh,” Jesse soothed, guiding Hanzo’s face – his nose – into his armpit with a little more force because he was pretty sure it was easier getting a cat into a bath than to help Hanzo Shimada to his luck.

“There ya go,” he croons finally as he has Hanzo’s face buried deep in the humid mess of his pit hair, face heating up as he tries to breathe through the tickling sensation of Hanzo’s breath – he is reasonably sure that Hanzo will castrate him if he laughs now.

Cautiously, he loosens the grip he has on the archer’s hair. By now he doesn’t need to force Hanzo any longer: he buries his face into the fragrant, warm place all on his own, moaning soft and delirious as he chokes himself on the thick smell.

Link/Sidon slit teasing/fingering ??

Sidon hides his face behind his hands as he lets his legs fall open for Link’s inquisitive little fingers. While usually he does not have a problem with shyness and likes watching his partners as they fall apart for him, there is something unbearably naughty about watching Master Link of all people studying him with such an intense expression; his lovely human cock erect and pink and dabbing the moist skin of his hip with tacky liquid.

Link’s small, rough fingers are gentle but insistent as they slide along his slit, feeling out the length of it and the soft texture immediately surrounding it, the scales there tiny and malleable.

“Oh,” Sidon breathes against the palms of his hands when Link’s fingers coax his cloaca to open up, exposing the vibrant red insides to the cool, salty air in Zora’s Domain. 

Link makes a soft sound, his face – when Sidon glances at it through his spread fingers – alight with pleased curiosity.

It is then that he swoops down, his golden hair tumbling all around his pointed ears – the very tips of them a dark, enticing red.

He is too quick; acting before Sidon can grab at him and… and… do something, and his tongue is out and cheeky, dancing across the salty, silky folds of Prince Sidon’s slit.

“M-Master Link!” Sidon exclaims, voice not quite his own, hands flying down to grab at anything and everything that he can reach of the little Hylian – which turns out to be his thigh and his hair.

Sidon stares, dazed, as he carefully cards the curtain to the side with shaking fingers, exposing the profile of Link’s flushed face as it nudges deeper between his thighs, tongue dipping down to round the tender little opening of Sidon’s hidden place… the one designed to deliver his eggs, and the one so very sensitive to the questing touches of the Hylian’s wriggling tongue.

Sidon throws his head back, belly shivering and ornamental chains tinkling as they get jarred by his sudden movements. Link looks almost meditative; blue eyes nearly closed as he slowly works, lapping at Sidon’s slit and not shying away from the orifice of his cloaca; instead trying his best to wriggle one cheeky finger inside while the Prince is quickly taken apart; digging sharp teeth into the ball of one hand so he could tamp down on the need to lovingly bite his mate as Link explores without qualms.

Hylians are so extraordinary.

demon hanzo fingering mccree and or worshiping his hole

“Stay,” the demon murmurs, voice a low, barely there growl. McCree is no small man by any means but this creature dwarfs him easily, and he has no desire to find out whether those fingernails are just as sharp as they look.

“You… you got it,” he croaks. The demon stays a bit longer just for good measure – he seems to relish the mix of terror and shameful arousal wafting off of McCree – before he breathes out in one long exhale, and makes his way down.

Moments later, his huge hands are spreading Jesse’s cheeks, and he can feel the warm gust of his breath tickling the generous curl of hair around his hole.

His belly clenches and toes curl.

“I.. ah…”

“You look like a beast here,” the demon muses. When Jesse glances back over his shoulder, the demon is hunkered down, milky, colorless eyes staring intently at his hairy, flexing hole.

He groans, slapping one palm across his face.

“What the hell…”

“You humans are so… unsophisticated,” the demon continues. He sounds strangely excited. Seconds later, his sinuous snake-like tongue is dragging through Jesse’s crack and probing at his hole. He cries out, fingers digging into the loose soil underneath, but the demon’s sharp claws dig into the meaty cheeks of his ass and quickly hinder him from crawling away.

“Stay, beast. I want to… explore.”

Jesse groans into his arms, thighs shimmying apart as the demon forces him to take the tongue that slips in and in and in; a muscular, wet intrusion that fills his guts and has him drool onto the forest floor like a dog as he tries to ride the feeling.

He feels strangely pregnant; something writhing in his belly while his cock is fat and ready though he is suitably sure there’ll be no warm hole for him to fuck tonight.

He shouldn’t have left the camp to take a leak. The boss said they should not wander off alone.

Jesse never had been good at taking commands.

I too am enjoying the big, not-so-perky tit love. I’ve always been heavy chested and between that and a lot of weight gain and loss my breasts have already lost a lot of oomph at 23. Between that and my super pale areola and flat nipples I’ve always felt weird about my breasts. Like they look great in a bra but I always hate getting naked in front of people and prefer to leave a shirt or bra on if I can. All this love is making me feel better and a bit more confident so thank you!!

Anonymous said: “

💗💗💗💗💗💗 love for little tiddies too!!! And big tiddies!!!! All kinds of tiddies!!!! 💗💗💗💗💗💗

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Anonymous said: “

what about small droopy tids? the only reason I’m a C cup is because I’m fat (and I lose weight there first), and while some of being a member of the Itty-Bitty Titty Committy is worth it (finding bras is easier and I can sleep on my stomach), man, small droopy tids get so little love that I didn’t learn until my late 20s that droopy, or at least not perfectly-perked, was the natural state of the tiddy.

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I love saggy tiddies too much