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I really liked you oral hc cna you write something similar for kunigami, shidou, sae and aiku?
FIRST TIME GETTING ORAL
yess thank you baby! ♡♡♡ repost from my other blog
contains kunigami rensuke, shidou ryusei, itoshi sae and aiku oliver
༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ KUNIGAMI ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ
- you guys have been getting off together for a while before you do much else
- he loves watching you cum more than anything, but i think he’s aware he’s big and would rather make sure you’re definitely comfortable with him before anything
- when he notices you’re getting real fidgety he’ll ask if you want to suck him off and of course you say yes, wanting nothing more than to finally get a taste
- definitely knows what to do and how, helps you get on your knees and keeps your hair back, using his free hand to spit in it and give himself a few pumps
- when you watch him with those big doe eyes, letting his big, heavy cock rest on your tongue that’s probably his favorite sight
- he’s big, like big big, so you really have to stretch your jaw to get him into your mouth, mainly focussing on sucking on the head and using your hands for the rest
- and he looks so pretty with his chest heaving and face flushed, watching you struggle to take him into your cock, grunting your name every time he struggles to hold his hips back from bucking into your mouth
- you suckling on his fat cock as he pulls your hair tighter and keeps you close to him his favorite things to do after, could let you play with his cock for hours
- and he’ll probably lose it any time you crawl over him to ask if you can suck him off, balls already tightening at just the idea of getting to cum in your pretty mouth
- he’s obsessed with how lewd you look staring up at him and humming around his cock or sucking his heavy balls
“shit, baby, fuck- your mouth feels so fucking good,” he groans, letting you dig your nails into his thick thigh as tears run down your face. “you like that, ha? like this fat cock on your tongue?”
༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ SHIDOU ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ
- are you sure you want to suck him off he’ll abuse your poor throat no mercy… but yeah, this fucker has been waiting for you to dare ask
- knows exactly what he wants, he probably has you in his lap, riding his fingers when you ask so sweetly to help him out
- and as soon as you do he’s rolling you over to let your head hang over the side of the bed, shoving his boxers off and kicking them across the room
- there’s really no going slow, he’ll just give you his cock and keep feeding you more and more until he bottoms out
- you gagging around him and the bulge in your throat is all that has his attention even with your hands clinging painfully hard to him
- fucks your face with deep, precise thrusts that really have very little mercy, maybe even wraps his hand around your throat to give more pressure and watch you beg
- eventually he does let you up for some rest though, instead letting you suckle his balls as he returns to your pussy and gets you right to the edge
- no matter how many times you beg him ‘ryusei, ryu, please’, you’re not coming until he cums first
- he’s not a total monster of course, you get to choose where he cums for you <3
- but you’re most likely to be hoarse after shidou is done using your mouth or your tongue, rubbing himself on your pretty, pink tongue until your jaw aches
“just a little more, a little more, pet- that’s it, so good for me~. look at you taking it so, so well, hm? such a pretty little cockslut.”
༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ SAE ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ
- the only reason you didn’t immediately suck him off as soon as you went home with him that first night is because he insisted, and every time after that
- he generally takes his time with you, driving you crazy and making you slick up your underwear before doing anything else
- he makes it a game to see how desperate and vulnerable he can make you
- definitely fantasizes a lot about how you’ll look taking his cock, that’s probably the main thing he thinks about when fucking his hand or getting pictures or videos
- so when he finally has you kissing down his stomach and shuffling his boxers down, revealing more and more of his hard cock, he can’t help but stare with a flush and open mouth when his cock almost hits you in the face
- lets you do most of the work, he’ll hold your hair out of the way if you want but he’s much more focused on your tongue licking up and down his shaft, around the rim of the head
- kinda loses control when you let your tongue brush the slit of the flushed, sensitive head and grips your face deathly tight, almost begging to just put it in already
- so when you let him in and he feels your throat so soft and tight around him he can’t help but fuck up into your face, pulling you down onto his cock again n again
- he sounds so good though, voice a bit raspy and mumbling out random thoughts and calls of your name, praising you so well
- he probably does cum before he can warn you too, because of the feeling of all your spit running down his cock and balls just feeling so good and sensitive
“ah, ah, angel- pl-take it all inside, stop teasing.” he looks down between his legs to watch you sink down another inch, voice dropping. “you look so fucking filthy, holy shit. do that again.”
༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ AIKU ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ
- it’s hard for me to believe you’re not already sucking this man’s cock all day every day when you get the chance but maybe you’ve been taking it slow
- would be totally down with you drooling over the idea a little longer before giving it to you, is probably so pretty and heavy and definitely has a happy trail
- if you just so manage to find yourself between his legs one night, nosing his lap on the bed and begging for some attention, he’d suggest you suck his cock
- loves having your hands on his cock almost as much as your mouth, there’s just something so attractive about having your much smaller hands under his as you jack him off together
- licking the head lazily, getting all that precum on your tongue and getting him nice and wet, he whispers soft but nasty things to get you wet too
- will give you a pillow or his hand or even encourage you to grind on your heel for friction as you suck at the head of his cock, popping it in and out of your mouth
- the best at getting you so desperate to take all of him even if it’s hard, letting you swallow around him a few times before thrusting deeper and deeper
- his voice and smell and the way he grips your face, insisting he do the work as he slides in and out of your mouth and rolls his hips against your face is heavenly
- would pinch your nose or make you gag on purpose though, and if you’re 69ing he’ll push your face down between his legs more until you’re nosing his balls
- will probably hit your cheeks or tongue with his cock if you’re getting too bratty, and uses your mouth as stress relief once you’re used to it
“that’s it, doll, take daddy’s cock nice- and- deep. doesn’t that feel good? let me see that pretty pussy of yours.” he chuckles when you whine and shake around his cock, clenching your lids shut from his harsh eyes. “you’re ruining our bedsheets, baby love.”
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When hearts change
For @iwaasfairy Persephone collab
Dilf! Age Osamu/reader
Wc: 5857
Tw: Stockholm syndrome, noncon, dubcon, one (1) slap, implied kidnapping, kept locked in basement, daddy kink, pet names, alcohol, Tsumu makes an appearance.
You don't remember how you got here or how long you've been, months maybe? Time doesn't feel relevant when you're locked away in a dark basement with only a single dim bulb illuminating the room around you. You're clothes, if you even want to call them that, are tagged and dirty. The man who keeps you here is named Osamu, he's older then you by about twenty years. Tall and strong, broad shoulders and thick thighs but albeit soft in the stomach from years of working at his restaurant, or so he's told you. All you remember is passing in the alley behind his restaurant where you met him the first time then it's black.
Osamu has a big house just outside the city, he keeps you locked away waiting for you to break and behave. He's a patient man and is more than happy to fuck that attitude out of you. Whether it be your throat, your cunt, or your ass he'll fuck the attitude out of you and break you to be his pretty little wife. Although you are a stubborn one, always fighting him and mouthing sharp jabs when you see him. None of his friends and family are aware that you are there, not you're the girl that went missing months and months ago. Except for Atsumu. Atsumu knows everything when it comes to his twin, they're a little too close for normal twins. And you always always hate it when he comes over, able to hear them upstairs in the kitchen as they get more intoxicated through the night.
Atsumu is always the loudest talking about the team he's coaching now that he's retired, after a while it gets quiet before the door to the basement opens and Osamu is leading a drunk Atsumu to you. Like a mouse trapped in a cage you learned long ago that you can't run or plead with Atsumu unlike Osamu who has gotten a bit softer with you over the years of being forced to be with him. Atsumu has a tendency to be cruel when he's drunk, deciding to behave scared of what Tsumu might do to you sitting obediently on your knees, hands in your lap. You hold back a whimper when you see samu sit in the large armchair nursing a beer, knowing that when he does this he's gonna let Atsumu do whatever he wants. Stealing a look to Osamu again he gives a wave of his hand, motioning to Atsumu and for you to pay attention to him. Turning back to the blond you whimper at his cruel smile as his fingers slowly tangle in your hair.
His grip turns harsh and shoves your face into his crotch making you rub your cheek against his half hard cock, you hear him mention how it's a shame that you aren't his cause he'd at least have you tied to a bed instead of a dirty basement. His words fall on deaf ears as you focus on anything but his cock hardening against your cheek. Osamu clears his throat warning you to behave, swallowing hard you look up at Atsumu who looks back with a look of expectation. Taking a deep breath you close your eyes and take Atsumus now hard cock in your mouth. You always took too long for Atsumu's liking so he opts to shove his cock all the way down your throat causing your eyes to go wide and tears to form. He grunts out for you to keep his eyes on him and starts to roughly fuck your throat like he would your cunt or ass.
Tears fall as you focus on breathing, listening obediently to his instructions to keep your eyes on him. You're thankful Atsumu’s cock is more sensitive and not as thick as Osamu’s, he cums quickly throwing his head back with a loud moan of your name. You try to swallow his cum but you're sent into a coughing fit, saliva and cum spilling out of your mouth and onto your hands and lap, the feeling of humiliation and shame weighs heavy on your body when you hear Atsumu drunkenly laugh at you. You start crying, the humiliation of being laughed at by Atsumu is too much, Osamu steps in smacking Atsumu in the back of the head. He pulls a cloth from his back pocket wiping you down, he stares at you for a long moment before taking the keys at his belt and undoing the chain on your ankle. Swiftly picking you up and barking at Atsumu to follow him.
Atsumu grumbles curse after curse while he follows his twin upstairs grabbing another beer in the kitchen, you watch Osamu whose face has always been unreadable to you but opt to curl in to make yourself as small as possible sniffling and hiccuping but trying to stay quiet. Osamu looks down at you, furrowing his brows as you try to be as small and quiet as possible. He drops you on his bed snatching the beer from Atsumu and drinking it for himself, Atsumu yells at his brother before grumbling back to the kitchen for another. You hug your legs to your chest looking down but out of your peripheral you can see Osamu standing in front of you finishing it himself and setting it on his night stand. Suddenly he's in your face and making you lay back down on the bed, arms caging you in. Your trembling, being upstairs is new and you can't read his face. Without looking from your face he takes both wrists in one hand and pins them above your head, the other gently wrapping one of your legs around his waist before kneading the soft flesh of your thigh.
His gentleness is something that you've hardly ever seen, swallowing nervously at this new feeling even the bed underneath you is so new and much softer than yours. He can see the confusion in your eyes but when he moves to kiss you, his interrupted by Atsumu pulling at his shoulder complaining about how tonight is his night with the toy. Osamus eyebrow twitches at his twin, turning to glare at Atsumu he speaks low. "Sit down and shut yer trap she belongs to me." Atsumu pouts but listens anyway huffing as he moves to sit in the living room slamming the door behind him. Your confusion only increases but now you have Osamu's sole attention. With Osamu staring at you so intensely, you don't realize you started crying until he shushes you and wipes away your tears, cupping your cheek he leans down to kiss the other side of your cheek and down your jaw. You whimper, closing your eyes tightly still scared of when he might do, you hear Samu curse under his breath before he turns your face to him and gives you a heated kiss.
A part of you hate how soft his lips feel and how his tongue alone is making your body heat up but you know you can't help it, body quivering in his hold. Pulling away he whispers a soft "Look at me princess." Your eyes widen he's never used a sweet name for you, only harsh words when you act up, hesitating you look up at him body still trembling in his hold. His face is still unreadable as his thumb strokes the stray tears from your cheek. You can smell the alcohol on his breath but he tells you praises you've never heard before, promises of the life he dreams for you both and the sweetness makes your stomach twist because in another world, maybe you could have this life with such an admittedly handsome man. It becomes too much, you squirm under him tears back full force. His eyebrow twitches as he asks what's your problem, glaring at him you spill everything how he's gotten you terrified how he lets his brother be so cruel you've been down in the basement for who knows how long and all he's done is torment you and use your body.
Osamu frowns at your outbursts after he just spilled his heart to you and when you feel the grip on your wrists tighten in warning, it only makes you want to fight against him squirming and thrashing. It all comes to a hard stop when Osamu lifts himself up away from you and lands a harsh slap across your cheek. You stop moving, tasting iron on your tongue. All you can do is lay there and cry under him, it's quiet for a while as he stares down at you. You whimper out a small I'm sorry, he lets go of your wrists and picks you up again. You don't fight, just hide your face and cry in your hands, he tosses you on the couch by Atsumu waving for him to have at it while he goes back to his room. You cry out that you're sorry, scrambling off the couch to beg Osamu to take you away from Atsumu but the blonde grabs your ankle making you trip on the floor, his heavier body landing on top of yours and pinning you down. You're shaking and drop your head knowing you've messed up and won't get out of this, body pliant as Atsumu flips you over mocking you for the bruise on your cheek.
Just to add emphasis, he drags his tongue across your bruised cheek then bites down harshly on the skin, hips rutting against yours and hands pushing up the ratty shirt you were given to wear. You cry out but don't fight him, instead spreading your legs for him hoping to get this over with soon. He leans close to your face, smelling the alcohol on his breath you grimace as he smile telling you to be a good slut and take it. He reaches between your body's freeing his cock from his sweats, ripping your panties from your body he shoves himself in your cunt without warning or prep. Your screams echo through the house, unable to help your nails digging into Atsumus arms, heavy thrusts the feel bruising on your hips and his cock battering your cunt. When his hand wraps around your throat you pray to anything and anyone that's listening for this to end quickly and thanks to him being so drunk your wish is answered. He cums quickly and it seems to have exhausted him, pulling out and pulling up his sweats he collapses on the couch leaving you a mess on the floor. You close your knees and put your face in your hands and cry quietly, body and face sore.
You don't know when you fell asleep but next you wake up you're back into the basement, ankle chain back in place and a bowl of cold rice and miso soup on a tray next to the bed. You drag your sore dirty body to start eating the food but you end up crying while you eat, knowing that this is just bound to repeat again. You lose your appetite and put your bowl down, bringing your knees to your chest you just hold yourself and cry. Thinking of what Osamu said last night your mind wanders to what might have been if everything played out differently. It would be a few days before Osamu made his way down to the basement holding a tray of food for you and set it down in front of him on the floor before sitting down in the chair, you not moving from the bed, in fear of angering him again. He has another beer in his hands watching you, his free hand snapping his fingers pointing to the spot in front of him. Hesitantly you crawl to where he wants you, sitting on your knees with your head down.
He gives you the command to eat knowing that you've been barely eating what he gives you or not eating at all, you listen slowly picking at the bowl of rice but pause when you hear him sigh and lean forward to harshly grab your hair making you look at him "I hate people who waste my food, so fucking eat." Your lip trembles but you whimper out a yes sir, putting the bowl of rice down to pick up the bowl of chicken and veggies he brought down. Taking a bite you look up at him as he stares down at you with cold eyes. He leans back in his chair sipping his beer and watching you eat until the dishes are clear, you even going so far as to eat the stray grains of rice in the bowl. When his beer is finished, he pulls out a black leather collar. The simple command of "behave" has you lifting up your head to let him put it snugly around your neck. When he sits back you bring your fingers up to touch the collar feeling the cool leather and small ring on the front. You look at him wide eyed, he leans forward twisting his finger in the ring and bring your face close to his. "I'm giving you one last chance to leave this basement. Fuck it up again and I'll give to Tsumu permanently."
Just the thought is enough to bring tears to your eyes and you tell him that you're sorry, that you'll behave which he scoffs at. Letting go of the ring, he rests his hand on his thigh telling you to prove it, looking at you expectantly. Swallowing, you lean forward to pull out his soft cock from his pants and look up at him when you take it into your mouth. Gently sucking on the head and small licks to get him hard are given along the shaft, Osamu spreads his legs allowing you more room now that he's fully hard. Thick and heavy on your tongue you work your way down taking as much of him as you can before bobbing your head. His fingers thread through your hair and you feel him pushing your head down forcing you to take his cock all the way then bring you back up, taking the hint, you struggle to take all of him down and eventually relax your throat enough to deep throat him smoothly. You swallow his cock till your nose is buried in the thick black pubes at the base, lavishing the sensitive underside of his cock with your tongue before pulling back up. Tears fall but you ignore them in favor of pleasing the man in front you.
You managed to finally get a groan out of him, hearing him say "That's it, good girl" it's enough to have you pushing through and taking him down your throat again, moving up and down his cock faster. Your hands come up and knead his heavy balls, hollowing your cheeks you apply more pressure with your tongue sucking on the fathead. He tosses his head back, hips thrusting into your mouth. The grip on your hair tightens but he doesn't stop you or force you down letting you work his cock with your tongue. Wrapping your hand around the base you pump his cock squeezing the head every so often while moving your mouth and suck one of his balls into your mouth, feeling just how big and heavy they are on your tongue. He's panting, a small sign telling you he's getting close. You switch sides and take the other in your mouth giving it the same attention, hand picking up pace smearing precum over his length. You hear him start to talk with a rough tug on your hair, "Come on now princess, daddy's gonna cum be good and swallow all of it."
His words makes your cunt clench but you ignore it taking his cock back in your mouth, sucking on the head rhythmically as one hand strokes his cock faster and the others squeeze his balls. His hips start bucking more and he uses both hands to to hold your hair as he cums down your throat, thick warm cum filling your mouth quickly as you try to swallow it all. You close your eyes tightly focusing on being good and not wanting to be punished, when he slips his softening cock out a little drips out of your mouth. Quickly swiping it up with your fingers you stick them in your mouth and clean them off as Osamu gently grips your chin making you look up at him. You stare up at him and open your mouth, going the extra step to show him that you swallowed all of his cum, getting him to smile "That's my good princess" putting himself away he unlocks your ankle chain and hooks a different chain in the ring of your collar, tugging you to follow him upstairs. You follow a couple steps behind on shaky legs, eye squinting at the sudden bright light. He leads you to his bedroom, looking around you don't see Atsumu anywhere but don't dare ask Osamu where he might be. Once in his room he leads you to the ensuite bathroom and unhooks the chain, picking you up he sets you on the counter he orders you to stay as he starts a bath.
You stare down at your lap playing with the hem of the dirty shirt you wore until the tub is filled up and he comes back over to you. With ease he takes off the shirt tossing it into the trash and sets you in the soapy bath water, it's hot and makes you hiss but after not having one in who knows how many days you quickly adapt to it. Osamu kneels next to the tub, tipping your head back as he wets your hair, it's quiet as he washes you taking his time and making sure you're clean. You still can't read his face but look at him when he gently takes your face in one hand, thumb stroking over the bruise he'd left. You flinch when he touches your bruised cheek and look down into the dirty water, tears brimming your eyes when you realize all that was taken from you in a brief moment. You hear him sigh and empty the dirty water turning on the detachable shower head and having you stand so he can rinse your body.
The quiet returns though this time it feels suffocating, once you've been rinsed clean he grabs a soft towel wrapping it around you. Picking you up he carries you to his bed gently setting you down so he can dry you off, hands never rough when it comes to your face he gently pats your cheek before leaning down kissing the bruise softly as not to hurt you. You sniffle, letting him do as he needs to take care of you but yelling at yourself at the warmth you feel from being cleaned up like this. He's careful when putting body lotion on you, pausing when he notices how warm it is between your legs but not acting on it, instead dressing you in another clean shirt and panties that he bought specifically for you. You sit on his bed looking at your lap as he stands in front of you, tears beading your lashes as you remember the last time you were here. He slowly steps closer, large hands coming to rest on the bed either side of your hips, he nudges your face with his urging you to look at him. "Let's try this again, yea?"
You slowly nod letting him push your body back onto the mattress and crowd over you, placing soft kisses along your cheeks and jaw and his hand lift up your legs to wrap around his waist to press your groin's together. You whimper feeling his half hard cock press against your cunt, hands hesitantly wrapping around his neck holding him close. He whispers praises at your small display of trust, coming up and pulling you in for a heated kiss. Your legs squeeze his hips, starting to roll yours against his as his hands slide under the shirt to rub your sides and tease right under your breasts, his tongue muffling your whines "You like being called a good girl princess?" He whispers against your lips when he pulls back, smirking. The kiss leaves you panting but you nod whispering a meek yes, he captures you in another kiss groaning when he feels you kissing him back. He gives a small roll of his hips causing you to gasp, slipping his tongue back in your mouth he takes his time exploring and claiming you as his.
He can feel how wet your cunt is starting to get through the thin panties he put on you, dampening the front of his sweats as he grinds down harder. you start to pull at his shirt needing more. He doesn't chastise you instead pulling away enough to take his shirt off, body not sculpted as when he was younger tummy a bit soft but shoulders wide and arms strong. Crawling back over you he slips the shirt he put on you over your tits large hands massaging the mounds as his thumbs roll over your nipples. You leave your hands by your head to remain submissive, letting out soft moans his everytime his finger pinch your nipples and you hips buck up against his. You beg for more already a soft please daddy slipping through and making his cock throb. He shushes your whines telling you to be patient and he'll make you feel good, you whine but nod spreading your legs over his thighs you present your soaked panties to him in hopes he'll touch you where you need it most.
He smiles down at you, hands sliding down your inner thighs to your mound, thumbs running along the lips barely brushing against your clit through your panties. He's pleased seeing you so obedient under him, you twitch when he brushes over your clit. You can't remember the last time you've been played with like this but you remind yourself to be good, grasping your own breasts you squeeze them and give your best puppy eyes whimpering out a please daddy I need you. "Does my little princess need her daddy?" A grin creeps up on his face, fingers tapping on your clit until you let out a cry for him. He grabs the hem of your panties and rips them in 2 displaying his raw strength and making you whimpering with arousal and a little in fear. He smiles down at you telling you "Don't worry princess daddy's not gonna hurt you anymore." He shuffles his was down between your legs tossing them over his strong shoulders, he licks a long stripe over your soaked folds before circling your clit with his tongue. Immediately your back arches off the bed and your hands fly to grab his hair, moaning out before you could try to hold it back. It's almost like the more he tastes you, the more ferocious he begins to move hands digging into your plush thighs.
In all the time he's had you he hasn't gotten to taste you, you've been too much of a brat for him to get the chance. But seeing you like this moaning for him and tugging his hair makes him feral, fingers dig into your thighs most likely leaving bruises as he fucks you open on his tongue. You can hear him slurping over your cunt and sucking harshly on your clit drinking like a man starved of water not caring how your squirming hips are smearing your slick all over the lower half of his face. You barely register your approaching orgasm before you're tossed over the edge, pulling his hair tightly as you ride the waves. He takes it, drinking in everything you give him. When the waves have stopped he finally pulls away and sits back on his knees, pupils blown wide he watches the rise as fall of your chest as you catch your breath. Wiping his face with his fingers he prods them against your lips letting out a pleased hum when you open your mouth and gently suck on his fingers tasting yourself. He wants to savor this moment but his hard cock is making it very difficult, it being a good while since he's wanted to cum twice in one night. He tugs off his sweats and underwear quickly lining himself up while you're still recovering, grabbing your hands and putting them over his shoulder he starts to push in, the slide much easier than before with how wet you are now.
Your back arches off the bed, you're still so sensitive and the stretch even prepped is so much. He pushes until he's fully seated then pauses letting you adjust, "Fuck princess keep squeezing like that and I won't last." After a minute you try and roll your hips causing both of you to moan, he gets the hint setting a slow deep pace wanting you to feel all of him. This feels so much better than the times the other times he would force himself on you, tears already blurring your vision, eyes rolling back and nails digging into his skin. Osamu starts marking your neck with love bites groaning and picking up the pace loving how you're falling apart under him. He finds your sweet spot, changing his angle just enough to constantly hit it. Your moans turn to cries of daddy as it becomes too much, another orgasm quickly approaching. Feeling your walls squeeze around him from your impending orgasm makes his balls ache with need, he needs to fill you up stuff you full of his cum. When your orgam’s hits all of your limbs squeeze around his body as yours seizes up, cunt tightening around his pulsing cock and it's not long before he's following behind filling you up to the brim that it's spilling over out of you and onto the bed. Overstimulation sets in quickly when he keeps pumping his hips, grinding down into you and milking himself of ever drop into your greedy cunt. Stuttering cries of daddy spill from trembling lips, tears of overstimulation bead at your lashes only to be kissed away by Osamu when he stills his hips. "So good for me, such a good princess for daddy." The words make up hiccup as you wrap yourself around him, clinging to him like he'll leave if you don't. He notes you react well to praise and definitely isn't complaining having you cling to him.
He trails soft kisses along your chest and neck as you come down from your high, body slowly relaxing from such an intense orgasm and exhaustion setting in quickly. Slowly pulling out, he leans back when you lay back on the bed to watch his cum drip out of your used cunt, 3 thick fingers scooping up what he can and pushing it back into you making you twitch and whine. He chuckles low in his throat before leaning close to your ear, "Can't have it goin to waste princess." You whine, arms circling his neck when he picks you up taking you to the bathroom to clean you up, while you're resting in a chair by his bed he changes the sheets and sets you in them before crawling in behind you. Pulling your exhausted body to his chest he rubs a warm hand over your tummy whispering the words he said of the life he wants with you as you fall asleep.
In the morning, it takes you a moment to remember where you are almost forgetting what it's like to sleep in a real bed, you have to tell yourself to be good over and over again when the memories of Osamu and the night before come flooding in and the soreness of last night sets in. The collar is sitting on the side table, you grab it and put it on. Samu isn't anywhere in the room, shyly and slowly walking to his closet you grab one of the tshirts he has from his shop. Slowly you make your way out of his room looking for Osamu and spot him in the kitchen, a quiet daddy comes from you causing the man to turn around. He turns around with a smile wiping his hand on a hand towel before stepping over to you, hand tracing over the collar before cupping your cheek "What are you doing up out of bed princess?" "I woke up and didn't see you. I was wondering where you went." He seemed pleased with that answer, to him seeing you behaving and looking for his presence means stepping forward to him never having to put you back in the basement. Tilting your chin up he pulls you in for a kiss, heated but sweet.
Your hands cling onto his shirt as you kiss, his hand wrapping around your waist and picking you up to set you on the cold counter top and makes you whine when your bare cunt touches it. Before the kiss can escalate he pulls back telling you to be good and stay there while he turns back to finish cooking breakfast. You swing your legs lightly, fingers twisting together. You're not used to seeing him so sweet and now you don't know what to do, you watch him silently as he cooks. Your mind wonders seeing his arms flex as he moves, you bite your lip and squeeze your thighs together as the memories from last night flood your mind. The motion doesn't go unnoticed by the man next to you. "Easy there princess, daddy will feed you soon" he smirks at you glancing over at your thighs and the finger shapes bruises he can see from where he gripped you last night. You hold back a whine and look down shyly a shiver going up your spine at the tone and indication of his words.
Your face flushes knowing you've been caught staring, you stare at your lap. Seeing the small bruises does nothing to aid the growing heat between your legs, you bite your lip and keep your head down waiting for breakfast to finish. He starts plating up the food to set on the table, making sure to give you a smaller portion than his so you don't upset your stomach then walks back over to you to pick you up and carry you to the table. He pauses just before the table, your cunt having quickly soaked a spot on his shirt. You hide your face in his neck, knowing he can feel how wet you are. "Princess, daddy needs you to tell him what you need and daddy needs to know now." You whimper his voice is strained, moving your face from his neck you grip his shirt tight and look up at him teary eyed. Osamu grips your chin in a firm grip, staring down at you expectantly to follow his command, making you nervous. You wiggle your hips begging for daddy to touch you and fill you up again, that you need his cock, he chuckles calling you a greedy little thing and slapping your ass cheek before 2 thick fingers toy around your slit.
You moan at his teasing, breakfast forgotten on the table he moves to sit on the couch. Keeping you in his lap he toys with your soaked hole, free hand encouraging you to move your hips. "Come on baby, be good and ride daddy's fingers yea?" Your grip on his shirt tightens as you start to rock your hips in a sloppy rhythm but Osamu is there cooing in your ear sweet praise that makes your cunt clench around nothing, his fingers prodding at the entrance enough to feel it though. Suddenly he pushes in 3 fingers which makes you gasp and almost cum on the spot from the stretch. Samu smiles seeing your struggle not to cum yet, he sees how much you want to be good for him. Your nails dig into strong shoulders through his shirt, panting as you try to calm your body enough to rock your hips. You moan feeling him pump his fingers in time with your rocking.
“Look at you, so good for daddy.” Praise and praise is given to you as you rock your hips in his fingers, it's not till you hiccup a “daddy please.” Does he ask again what it is you need, realizing he wants you to say it out loud again you swallow hard. “Want daddy to fill me with his cum.” He smiles taking his fingers out of your cunt and putting them in his mouth, lifting you up enough for him to slide his sweats down his thighs and grab your hips. “Are you ready princess?” When you nod he lines his cock up with your cunt before slamming you down, filling you completely. You scream, he feels deeper than last night. You're panting, gripping his shirt like you'd fade away if you didn't. He allows you to adjust, but you start moving your hips first. Slowly you grind your hips down causing him to tighten his grip on your hips. “Little one, don't start what you can't finish.” His tone is low and commanding as he warns you. You hiccup telling him “I just want you and no one else, not even Atsumu and I'm trying to show you that.”
He's surprised, eyes widening before he quickly recovers, shushing your cries. Standing he holds you to him, cock still buried snuggly in your cunt, shucks off his sweats completely And walks to the bedroom. Holding you close he lays you both down on the bed, cooing at you as he starts a slow steady pace fucking into you. He tells you Atsumu will never had his way with you again and your cunt is his to fill and his alone, sweet words continue even as you teach your peak fingers tangled in his hair as he works you through your orgasm, quickly leading you into another as he comes undone himself.
Turning onto his back, he has you rest on his chest. You two stay like that for awhile, you drawing little shapes over the thin material of his shirt and him rubbing a warm hand up and down your back. He reaches up to kiss the top of your head, before he goes on to tell you more and more of the life he wants with you, and how maybe one day you'll be able to leave the house with him and work by his side at the various locations he set up for his shop. You hun telling him you miss going outside and exploring both the city and the mountains. Hooking a finger under your chin he forces you to look at him, “I promise little one, keep being a good girl for me and I'll take you out shopping and to see the mountains again.”
#hq#tw.daddy#haikyuu smut#tw noncon#tw stockholm syndrome#tw alcohol#tw dubcon#tw implied kidnapping#tw slapping#tw pet names#osamu miya#osamu miya x reader#dilf!osamu#atsumu makes an appearance
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haiii hello kitty<3 i hope chu are having a great day ! i would like to request something that has daddy kink with any of the bsd men hehe //// tysm luv 🌷
ヽ(*ﾟｰﾟ*)ﾉ — awh! Hello <3 here's your request! Here are three characters and sorry if it isn't good! (灬º‿º灬)♡ — no problem luv ! (〃ﾟ3ﾟ〃)
๑ Dazai, Fukuzawa, Chuuya x GN!Reader [you/your]
— Synopsis:: While having sex with your loved, you slip out a word "daddy" your lover seems to like it maybe you developed them a new kink?
CW. daddy kink, marking, kissing, unprotected sex(dazai), protected sex(others), breeding kink, soft sex, riding, creampie, ass slapping.
A/N :: reader is dazai's part is Afab, in Fukuzawa has no genitals but mentions hole, in chuuya part is amab, so there's Afab, amab and just the word hole is mentioned! — written by a minor
[MASTERLIST] — (ʃƪ＾3＾）works all of them !
DAZAI OSAMU — ෆ╹ .̮ ╹ෆ
His hands were gripping your hips, you were sure that your hips were going to bruise tomorrow or later now. His hot breath was fanning your ear, you could feel his dick moving inside of you. You reach down and rub your clit as he kisses your neck, sucking on your neck. "Ah!" He hits a spot inside of your warm dripping cunt. He smiles and continues to hit that spot with perfect aiming. "Daddy!" You cried as you rubbed your clit more faster, his movements stop briefly before he goes faster. Your screamed as you move your hands to his back, your nails dipped into his back. Your legs shaking, he was groaning. "Cum on daddy's cock" he whispers in your ear, you grip on his brown hair before you arch your back and cum all over his cock. He groans before letting his liquid inside of your pussy, he didn't wear a condom but in this moment you didn't care the pleasure was too much and your daddy was going to take care of you.
YUKICHI FUKUZAWA — ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡
He was gently bouncing you, you gently played with his white hair. He had a pleasure look on his face, you moaned softly. He was so gently and loving towards you, he rubbed your hips while gently pinching your hips. "Your so good for me" He says, he kisses your neck and traces a heart on your thigh. You moaned as you ride his cock little bit more faster, he softly laughed and rubbed your hips. "Mmhm..Fukuzawa" you moaned, he kissed your neck before bouncing you slightly faster on his dick. The way he treated you was so nice, it made you feel good. "Your so gorgeous" he says, he rubs your nipple. You moan and his fingers twist and pull on your nipples. He was still gentle with you, you moaned and a word slipped out your mouth "Daddy.." you didn't hear yourself say that, his movements stopped but he continued his actions. He smiled and kissed chest, he stared to bounce you more faster on his dick. "Don't worry, sweetheart daddy is here for you." He says, your toe curls as his dick hits your spots inside of your hole.
CHUUYA NAKAHARA — ♡(> ਊ <)♡
Some of his orange hair falls over his face, you move the hair out of his face. He gritted his teeth, your dick flopped as it hitted his stomach and your own. His hands tightly grip your ass as you continue bouncing on his cock, he groans. "Fuck— your still tight" he says, he slaps your ass as you moan and reach down to stroke your own cock while riding his. "Mmh.." you moan, he groaned. His dick hits your spot, your eyes widen and your dick spurts out pre-cum. Your shiny cum leaks out on his stomach, he continues to hit that spot inside of your hole. "AHh! Daddy!" You yelled out, you didn't hear yourself but he seemed to notice so he went faster. You moaned as your body jumped on top of his dick, he groans and he slams you down on his dick before his dick spurts out his liquid and your does the same.
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Remember, you’re mine.
Sdv Shane x afab!reader
🔞Cw : daddy kink, slightly mean Shane, afab reader they/them pronouns, bite marks, pussy slapping, jealous Shane, in front of mirror.🔞
Another repost from my now deleted side blog, I’m so sorry!
Minors DNI! 18 and older only.
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You aren’t sure what brought this on, but you aren’t complaining one bit. You’re sitting on Shane’s lap, naked and legs spread wide, and facing the floor length mirror at the foot of your bed.
“Shane-!” You cut yourself off with a shriek, your back arching as a loud wet ‘slap!’ echoes in the room. Your husband hums, his hand now coated in your slick.
“Now you’re just tryin’ to piss me off.” He growls lowly into your neck.
His rough, calloused hand gently rubs your throbbing pussy, trying to soothe over the tender skin from where he’s hit.
You lean your head back onto his shoulder, staring at the ceiling, trying to catch your breath. You whimper, feeling his fingers dip into your cunt, slowly stretching your hole.
“What do you say?” Shane kisses your neck, locking eyes with you through the mirror.
Taking a few shaky breaths, you try to speak, yet you were taking too long.
Shane sneers, pulling his hand up and smacking your clit. You squeal, squirming and trying to grind back against his clothed cock.
“M’sorry daddy!”
Your eyes roll back as he rubs slow circles on your pulsing nub. He sinks his teeth into your neck, sucking on your skin, ignoring your pitiful whimpers, while he makes sure not a single spot is left untouched.
“Quit your squirmin’.” He doesn’t care if it’s too much, only caring about marking you up.
And reminding you just who makes you feel so good.
“You’re mine, ain’t that right?” Shane chuckles at your shaking body.
“Yes! Yes I’m yours!”
He pinches your clit between his fingers, shaking his hand.
Your hands slam down, gripping his pants as you cum, your juices gushing and leaking below you, onto him.
“Fuck…” Shane spreads your legs more, moaning at the sight, “you’ve got such a pretty pussy.”
He lets go of your abused nub, letting you fall limp against him.
“Such a pretty pussy, and all for me, right?”
“Mm! Yes, yes! Only yours, only daddy’s!”
He smirks, cooing at your needy figure. He lifts you up a little to free his dick, and settles you just over it.
“C’mon on, I want you to beg nice and pretty for me.”
“Use me, I wanna be daddy’s good fuck toy!-Fuck!” You cry out as Shane slams you down, shoving his cock so deep inside you.
Shane swears under his breath, eyes never leaving the mirror.
“Look at how well you take me, look at that stuffed cunt! Can’t wait to fill it.”
You’re stunning like this, all teary eyed just for him, just because of his cock.
Such a needy slut, and all for him.
He’ll make sure every bastard in this town knows you’re his.
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Hiiiii mimi do you know other blogs that also write inc3st content? The tags are unsearchable now 😭 (i also really loved that uncle pantalone fic)
hullo hullo . the ones I can think of from the top of my head is @/chiwhorei and @/iwassfairy . the tags rlly are difficult to search but I would suggest using tw.incest or tw:incest and play around with those variations. u can also try the stepcest tag or using tw. daddy kink or tw: daddy kink to see wht u can find . some of the best stuff I found was untagged unfortch >_< it rlly just happens by chance for me.
#𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑏𝑜𝑥 ๑ ꒱ྀི#trying using these tags anon !#tw:incest#tw.incest#tw.stepcest#tw: stepcest#cw: stepcest#tw.daddy kink#tw: daddy kink#gud luck !!!
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BLOODY PEONY
Character/s: vampire!Pantalone
Warnings: f!reader, mature language, explicit sexual themes, blood, pantalone drinks blood duh + he is centuries old, age gap(?), pantalone has violet eyes here, barely know this man but i hope i wrote him well, established relationship, breeding/impregnation, fluff, monsterfucking, marking, mating press, mentions of violence, daddy kink, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.
Note: here is the second entry for kinktober! pls ignore how late it is, i apologize :,) this is dedicated to my babie suki @sukirichi 💕 my first ever genshin fic 🤸♀️
❖ kinktober ‘22 masterlist | ENTRY #2
Summary: Forever and always—your immortal husband never fails to remind you of your eternal union in the most unique way.
WC: 2.3K
Midas’ touch was, in no way, on par with your husband’s caress or kiss that he gives you relentlessly without fail. Unparalleled and gentle in a way that it is the single thing that greets you as soon as the moon graces the sky and puts you to sleep the second the sun rises. Such odd behavior was striking to those who lived nearby the neighborhood, yet you did not care about their gossip or stares. All you cared about was him, Pantalone.
Your husband or as his fellow dwellers of the night often call him in their coven, Regrator, was not an ordinary man from the start. He didn’t sleep at night the same way you used to or was required to eat three meals each day. He dislikes sunlight, hates the outdoors, and detests those who refuse to get acquainted with hygiene due to his sensitive nose. You knew him only as Pantalone, one of the many names that he had adopted over the course of his life. A name you have been dying to know in secret. Other than a stake to his heart, Pantalone revealing his real name to you was similar to handing you his soul. The second you knew about this, you didn’t question him about it again. Plus, he drinks blood. In short, he wasn't human nor a creature your kind would be too keen on meeting. This fact was the very reason why you were interested in him in the first place which led you to discover his secret—vampires were real and he was one, too. With this knowledge, it did not hinder you from tying the knot and having him for a husband. Everything else was history from then on.
“Good evening, my jewel.”
Pantalone’s lips were pressed against your forehead, the scent of earl grey faint in his black silk bathrobe and dark wavy hair akin to a midnight sky that grazed your cheek when he pulled back to peck you on the lips. A groan slipped past your mouth, squinting at his beautiful visage further heightened by the moonlight streaming through the glass windows. The thick curtains were drawn back to let in the natural light. Pantalone couldn’t help but let out a breath of awe at your alluring aura which was followed by a small chuckle at your obvious complaint at being awakened. His index finger reached out and pressed at your furrowed brows. But who could blame you? Humans normally wake up with the sun up, not the other way around. You weren’t a vampire, yet. His cool hand grazed your warm soft cheek, a testimony of your mortal life that will soon change… Unless you had second thoughts.
Biting back a yawn, you rubbed fatigue off of your eyes before giving your husband a sweet smile. He then mirrored it, eager to continue kissing you until you were fully awake. “Good evening to you, too. Slept well?”
“As always. You?”
He knew you were lying the second you nodded your head, fighting back to furrow his eyebrows at your evident lie. Somehow, you knew he didn’t buy it. You dare not expound further. Because even if you two have been married for almost four years now, you still haven’t been the subject of his anger, and you hoped you never will. You were still scared no matter how many times he repeated that he will never lose his temper with you. The coven he was part of, especially that young man with the gingered-colored hair, wished he extended the same courtesy to them. Sadly, Pantalone was deaf to their request.
Pantalone was stingy. Nothing escapes his attention and if a single thing was amiss in his finances, he would immediately know. When it came to you, on the other hand, the sky was the fucking limit.
“I see,” he mumbled as he sat himself down at the edge of the bed. “What do you want to eat, darlin’? Just name it.” Your body heat stayed on the silk sheets, seducing Pantalone to remain by your side all night to fool around. Not that he had anything to do tonight that was of the utmost importance other than the special occasion which is your wedding anniversary. You saw the look in his eyes and slyly smirked, knowing all too well what he had in mind for this evening’s affair. Just as he was about to ask if you wanted to sleep more, Pantalone stopped short when your hand rubbed against where his cock was tucked away, twitching at your familiar touch. Not missing the way those sensitive violet irises behind glasses met your gaze, you leaned down to rest your head near his crotch and then innocently smiled. Inhaling sharply, Pantalone, for a second, thought his undead heart was beating once again.
“I’m not sure…” you playfully responded, fingers running up and down his thigh. “Maybe you can occupy my mouth while I take my time to decide, mhm?”
Despite his lack of body heat and the nature of his kind, the esteemed immortal was sweeter than any delicacy or dessert you have tasted behind closed doors. And yet, Pantalone can be rough whenever he or you wanted to be. At this very moment, it took all of his control not to snap and just have his way with you—with your full consent, of course. To spoil you, to love you, to keep you happy and satisfied—nothing brings greater joy to him than to do all of the above and beyond. Pantalone has to be the best in your eyes.
Why?
“My jewel, before we proceed…” he inhaled another deep breath upon seeing you bat your lashes at him expectantly. You were just too cute that he can’t wait to ruin you in a bit. But first, he had something to tell you—a crucial reminder of why you were still human. “You must eat first, alright? I can’t have you tiring so early, plus it might take hours for you to pry my hands away from you, darling.” When you nodded, he continued in a solemn tone that you picked up instantly. “And… you’re not getting younger. As we have agreed, this will be the last year. I promise we will keep trying, but whether we succeed or not, we have to accept it. Whatever happens, know that I love you and it shall never change. Forever and always. You… understand, right?”
Pantalone waited for a full minute until you sat up properly, looked him straight in the eyes, and held his hand. Fingers intertwined and locked together. No words had to be uttered between you two any further. Mirroring the smile on your face, he pulled you into his arms and carried you to the dining room while listening to you ramble about him trying to guess the wedding anniversary gift you’ll give him. However, he knew deep down what you wanted to give him for so long—a child.
Pantalone strived to be the best for you. Why? Of course, Pantalone wants to be the best at everything and this also includes being the best lover and husband. He can’t have you looking for someone else, someone incompetent. That would be the biggest insult of all insults. The odds may not be in his favor, but when has he ever paid any heed to what he can’t do and shouldn’t do? Giving you the most luxurious services, expensive gifts, and dazzling pieces of jewelry was just the bare minimum for a man such as him with the immense wealth that he undoubtedly got after spending centuries on this planet. For him to fail at giving you a baby, Pantalone couldn’t help but wish he were human. Then, he wouldn’t have so much difficulty facing you after every negative pregnancy test result or seeing you stare at shops selling baby clothes. Yet, you never held him responsible or spoke ill of him. No, Pantalone remembered each time you presented the results with a hopeful and comforting grin on your face—stating the same sentiment as always.
“We can always try again.”
He hoped to change that sentence of yours soon, preferably this year or before he will turn you into a vampire. Those images of you wearing his clothes and sporting a baby bump had his senses heightened to an all-time high. A low hiss of euphoria slipped past his tongue at how tight your gummy walls hugged his heavy and leaky cock. The bridge of his glasses was close to slipping past the bridge of his nose because of perspiration. All you could hear was his muffled groans and soft whines. You were close to being bent over on the kitchen counter, breakfast half-eaten on the plate. Pantalone just couldn’t wait to have you and your essence all over him. The sweet scent of your arousal mixed with your desire for him was too tempting to ignore. A husband can’t disregard his wife’s needs, especially when you nicely part your damp folds for him to see.
“Darlin’ so wet. Tell me—ah, fucking hell… Tell me, my jewel, w-what is it that you want?” Pantalone resisted the urge to bite into your neck where your pulse point was and have his own feast. What he desires is to hear you ask for him—beg, cry or demand anything from your husband that may or may not release him from this delectable pleasure that no other pussy could grant him. “Tell me, darling, fuck… Do you want me to cum? To cum inside this cunt?”
“Yes! Y-yes, please, holy fuck…” you almost screamed, whining out the last part of your plea and shaking your ass as a sign he should just proceed to fucking the daylights out of you. Thankfully, Pantalone was a man who did not hesitate to give and immediately carried you to the nearest couch he could find while his cock was still nestled in your pussy. Your arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Both of your bodies that reeked of lust were drunk on each other’s taste, searching for more. Pantalone thought it as a sick desire, but the idea of never leaving your side—to instill himself into your very soul that whoever tries to kiss you or undress you will find crystal clear traces of him. An invisible collar that warned off others that you belonged to no one but Pantalone. He did vow that anyone who touches or covets you will be skinned alive. You laughed at that promise, adorably unaware.
“J-jewel, s’ tight. Pussy’s mine, right? Ah… Gonna let me breed this cunt?” There was no scarcity to his filthy words that fuelled your moans. At this point, you were convinced your soul has left your body by just the intensity of his thrusts akin to how a hammer pounds on a nail. His strength was tantamount to the vampire’s progenitor, one that can cut through a forest or scrape the sky—reduced to a mere force that held your legs apart and pressed them against your chest. His sharp eyesight could put any seasoned predator to shame concentrated on your face, obsessed by the expressions it makes as he takes you. Pantalone’s tongue can cut through the most frigid heart and cause a grown man to weep for his mother’s embrace. The exact tongue that is now whispering your name like a sacred prayer that will save his damned soul from the fires he sold himself to. Honey dripping from his lips into yours without any reservations—all just for you, his beautiful jewel.
“O-oh, fuck! K-keep this up and—shit, you’re gonna, ah, be a d-daddy at this rate,” you teasingly moaned. His next few thrusts knocked the steadiness off of your voice, eager to breed your fertile womb. A human can only take so much and you were quite sure there would be bruises on your thighs and legs. “D-daddy, gonna knock me u-up? Do it, please! Fucking please! Cum inside me.”
Pantalone was a man who had everything until you entered his life, making the immortal realize the world deceived him into believing he did. Now, he doesn’t care if you will be his downfall or his ticket to eternal paradise. There was so much he could give you but he knew nothing could make you happier than having his child… or knowing his real name.
“Darlin’, cum. Cum all over this cock.”
Pantalone didn’t have to tell you twice. Your entire being was spasming, hands pulling him close to anchor yourself from the waves of bliss he let you experience. Your husband followed after. His mouth parted and sank his fangs into your neck, groaning at the taste of your piquant blood on his tastebuds. His hands harshly gripped the armrest, exercising restraint. Hot milky semen coated your walls and your womb. The whole ordeal was not strange to you, however, you couldn’t get used to the intoxicating state he casts on you. His glasses then slipped down and fell unceremoniously on top of your head once he was finished. Stifling a giggle, you grabbed his glasses and set them aside in case you might sit on them. Just as you were about to reach up and wipe off the bloodstain on your husband’s lips, Pantalone leans down to kiss you. He patiently waits for your heart to calm down and for your form to relax. As soon as you did, he wasted no time whispering into your ear his anniversary gift.
His real name.
Your husband hardly laughs genuinely and whenever he does, you treasure that moment—even if it’s because he finds your surprised look comedic. The implications of you knowing and the trust he has in you—it nearly had you in tears.
“I can’t believe you just revealed your real name…” You trailed off to kiss him again, this time, with absolute fervor. There wasn’t anything on this planet Pantalone can’t have and yet, he craves your love like a starved man. His mouth chased after yours once distance was created, the corners of his lips curling up while whispering those three words he will certainly never get tired of uttering for his darling wife.
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KIKI MY LOVE ❤❤! What's ur thoughts about atepdad!Osamu and Uncle!Atsumu?
nonnie you're a one, and i have a few thoughts about they both so, listen, listen carefully.
୧ : tw.: stepcest, hints of voyeurism, breeding!kink, threesome, age gap.
oh, stepdad!osamu & uncle!atsumu.
osamu would be very affectionate and would even try to be a "father" in the sense of providing security and being present even for some things that were very silly to him, but for you would be very important — he could tell how important they were by the way your eyes sparkled and a wide smile appeared on your face when you talked about them. however, osamu wouldn't know how to handle the day that you would meet his brother because he thought that atsumu would still be a little immature, even though he was much older than before, and this would result in: a family lunch in which osamu felt the need to stare and analyze the way his brother acted, just to make sure that you were comfortable, that his brother wouldn't talk or do something impertinent.
or he, your stepfather, thought so. until he felt strangely uncomfortable with the way atsumu took too long for his liking in the goodbye hug you exchanged at the door of the house.
after that day, stepdad!osamu has become a little more secretive about the boys in your life. crush at college? osamu wants his name and wants to know what he does for a living. crush at the bus or the subway? osamu wants to know, too, and will pray to god that you don't run into him more often when you come home from college. someone who has picked up your phone on the street? osamu will walk out with you more often, with his arm around your shoulders, so that everyone think you are just a couple with a bit of an age difference.
before you could even realize it properly, stepdad!osamu would be running his eyes down your exposed thighs through your pajama shorts for seconds too long. and in almost every shower his hand would be around his cock pumping it not only while he fantasizes about your palm there, but also imagines how much tighter your pussy would be. he needed the real thing, as time went by his hand wouldn't be enough and neither would any other woman's holes.
he just didn't know that your favorite uncle texted you almost every day, atsumu liked you. not like osamu did, yet, but did! he would constantly be walking around the city and when he found something you liked, he would think about buying it for you and would definitely deliver the gift as soon as possible.
and then atsumu would find himself needing to put out of his mind your smile & face when he was alone, at night, under the sheets.
while it was a torture for your uncle to spend days trying to control himself and convince himself that it was no big deal, it was all too easy for your stepdad to put his hands on you when it was just the two of you alone. it started with just the typical caresses he left on your shoulders every day, it didn't seem like a big deal because you were already used to it, and then osamu started purposely wanting to help you a little more with the housework, coming up behind you and maybe unintentionally letting his cock and pelvis rub against your ass; you could feel it underneath the shorts, even the underwear. you could feel him underneath all of that, but you didn't allow yourself to feel him filling you up inside because it was so wrong that you were disgusted with yourself.
and it got worse when your stepfather gave you an adorable smile after whispering that he loved you and leaving a little kiss on your forehead before you went to bed.
it was on one of those nights that he stayed up late without knowing that you had also stayed up late. you intended to get off alone, without help, he intended to slide into your room and fuck you with your face smothered in pillows so as not to make too much noise. and your mistake was to use headphones when your slid a hand into your pajamas to play with your sensitive clit. it was too obvious the skin change between your delicate fingers and his touching your pussy and you didn't even think to close your legs; it was the only sign osamu needed to know that you were a slut for your stepfather and had always been there to be used until your holes were leaking with his thick, sticky cum.
unfortunately, not for you, it turned out to be a routine. osamu would spend the whole day just waiting for night to come so he could eat you out like he hadn't eaten in days, so he could hold you by the waist while fucking you so hard until he left little fingerprints on your skin.
it was on one of these "fun" nights, one when your mother had to stay late at work, that atsumu thought it would be nice to give you one of the gifts he bought during the week — and osamu didn't remember that he had given him a copy of the house keys, in case of an emergency.
and atsumu knew very well how your moans would sound, he had fantasized about them several times. even so, the most obvious choice was to lock the door, go up the stairs in silence and slowly go in search of the ajar door that hid you and your stepdad with fingers knucles-deep inside your pussy, the loud wet sounds of kissing and your entrance being stretched made both of their dicks painfully hard.
the door opened, you immediately tried to pull away from osamu and his brother let out a mocking laugh before he finished entering, closed the door and spoke, "never thought you were the type to ever fuck your stepdaughter, brother."
osamu's eyes fell between his brother's legs and the response came quickly, "you say it as if you weren't the one being so horny over us, atsumu."
you could barely think, your stepfather's fingers kept thrusting and rubbing your clit with just the right amount of pressure to make you melt and whimper. and atsumu preferred to just move closer in silence, each time getting a better look at the way your tight hole clenched around his brother's digits with no intention of letting them go.
"Can I?"
"Just wait— a second, hold on," osamu spoke curving his fingers once again and hitting your sweetest spot.
you couldn't hold on and in a matter of seconds your body was shaking, your pussy was squirting and making a mess, and your eyes were locked on atsumu's. you could feel how much he wanted to touch you just by the way his eyes were eating you, dripping with desire and need.
Your high took long seconds to disappear and your stepfather pulled you against his body, leaving you leaning against his chest with legs spread and your pussy on display still dripping, "Shh, sweetie, it was good, wasn't it? I could feel you throbbing a lot, needin' a break, hm?"
atsumu knelt exactly between your legs and you tried to close them, to which osamu held them open with one hand and spoke again, "Keep them open for him, yeah? He's goin' to treat you so well, don't you trust your family?"
and all you could do was nod the head in agreement, completely out of breath and with your legs still trembling. your stepdad's brother smiled sideways and planted a kiss on your belly, his fingers ghosting up the inside of your thighs and his eyes glued on yours.
"don't worry, angel, your daddy is here, your uncle 'Tsumu is here, nothing to fear, right?"
atsumu asked rhetorically and immediately, before you or osamu could answer, slid his mouth to eat you out almost as well as he did.
it was a pity that his tasting your sweet pussy didn't last long: neither of those two men was very willing to spend any more time without making you feel a cock from inside, which means that double breeding is coming right the way and the neighbors would think you had got a new boyfriend.
— haikyū masterlist.
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BELLYACHE.
✰ starring: hawks/keigo takami x fem!reader
✰ synopsis: as the number two hero, hawks has the ability to do conceivably anything he wants. spend any amount of money, travel to even the most remote places in the world, and even cover up the string of murders committed by the girl he’s deathly in love with.
✰ content: lovesick-to-the-point-of-crime hawks, serial killer on da loose, mentally-ill-but-also-not-really reader, slight domestic vibes, hawks wants to marry a serial killer <3, bloodlust, mentions of addiction, a liiiittle bit of consumption imagery, medical/anatomical problems because i'm Not a biology student i had to call my stem brother for advice
✰ warnings: descriptive murder, killing, wee bit of gore, clinical insanity tbh, INTENSE daddy kink, overstimulation, face fucking, somnophilia, mild dubcon at the end <3
✰ word count: 14.1k
✰ a/n: it’s kinda fucked up but also not fucked up enough to warrant like, a psychiatric visit for me. part of my own one with the wind collab for the love of myyy lifeeeeee <3 lowkey self indulgent i just want to murder people
he lifts the police tape up with one hand, a cup of coffee in the other. the morning is gloomy, clouds on the precipice of pouring down tears, the air humid. it's one of those days he wishes he could spend at home, but alas; duty calls.
"what are we lookin' at?" he asks, sipping his latte. it's a little on the bitter side even though he'd asked specifically for extra sugar, but it'll be fine. he winces, swallowing anyway.
"mr hawks," the officer greets him. "good morning. it's another case."
"of?" stupid question. it's too early in the morning for his brain to function at maximum capacity, so it takes him a few seconds before he shakes his head. "oh. forget i asked."
"that's no problem mr. hawks," the officer nods nonchalantly. "the same lookup. drained of blood, needle puncture wounds in the wrists, elbows. sliced open from collarbone to diaphragm." they both look at the body on the ground, a pale girl with blonde hair, dark eyes wide open in a permanent state of shock. hawks almost feels bad for the girl, stripped naked down to her hips, her flesh split. he hopes the incision was made at least after she had died.
"so all the same markings of the crimson reaper then?" he takes another swig of his coffee. the girl definitely put up some kind of fight, with bruises on her arms, hands. but, as always, nothing of the killer is left on her body. not any skin under her nails, not any fingerprints. the crimson reaper knew what they were doing. they always do.
the officer nods, their cap tipped almost over their green eyes, hair tucked neatly into a bun. hawks looks down at them as they look at their notepad. "without a doubt," they say grimly. "that's the fourth case this month."
hawks remembers the day he was assigned to the case of the crimson reaper. he, endeavour, best jeanist; all of the top-ranking pro-heroes were called into the same hero safety public commission conference room on a monday morning, one just like this. gloomy, threatening to rain down judgement on the streets of musutafu. the president ran a hand through her hair, somehow greyer than it had originally been, eyes tired and sunken in. "good morning president," hawks chirped, trying to brighten the mood. "you look chipper as ever."
"thank you, mr. takami," she said, her tone clipped, blunt. "i'm sure all of you know why we've gathered you in here." of course they did. almost all of the pro-heroes were in the know of them, their signature killing style of draining the victim completely of their blood while still alive through various needles in the victim's arms and elbows, before slicing their chest open to leave a single, bright red rose petal.
dubbed the crimson reaper, this killer has ravaged the streets of musutafu, instilling fear within the hearts of the citizens. no one has any idea who it could be; the hero commission have vowed a full investigation into finding them, dead or alive. the crimson reaper doesn't discriminate; there have been no found connections or patterns in the victims that they take; only that they all end up with the same rose petal nestled safely between their lungs.
the problem, though, lay with the fear of the people. "we cannot let the crimson reaper take away the ability of the citizens to feel safe walking along streets, or in their homes," the president briefed. "we need to find this sick, twisted psycho, and bring them to justice."
23 cases in six months. it was beginning to be a persistent worry in the minds of many pro-heroes, but hawks especially. he had a weird, personal affinity to each case, and plus, the hspc president put him on the spot when she asked, "takami, we want you to be the leading agency on this case." and being their number one lackey, he couldn't say no.
so here he is. a small drizzle is breaking out above him now, and he watches the officers scramble to set up the tentage between the two walls of the alleyway, careful not to let rain tamper with the evidence. he looks up, at the crack between rain clouds and how a trickle of sunlight wedges its way between them. a blessed morning, despite everything.
hawks crouches by the body, looking for anything out of the ordinary, different from the previous cases. examines the clean, precise incision along the victim's chest, pink and crimson blending into a strangely beautiful medley of flesh and blood. the flaps of flesh have been stretched, pulled away, the gaping gash of her chest exposing her lungs and her heart, with the crimson reaper's signature left in the very middle; a single rose petal.
"i'm going to look around and see if any of the shops around have cctv," he announces, not taking his eyes off the woman. that poor soul. "finish with the photos, bag anything that could be of use and send the body to the morgue. also, any ID on her?"
"she has a school access card under the cover of her phone," one of the other officers pipes up, pointing at a phone left on the ground, a clear case with a blue and white student card in it. "name's kaida tomita."
"great," hawks gets to his feet, taking another swig of his coffee. "find friends, family, whatever you can. i want to know where she was the night she died, where she lives, everything."
there's a soft chorus of "yes sir!" as he walks off, nodding at them with a charming grin on his face. he tucks his wings closer to his body, careful not to move or touch anything at the scene of the crime. ducking under the yellow and black police tape, the rain greets him once more, small puddles of rain water gathering along the sidewalk. he walks, taking a right out onto the main road, looking for competent shops that may have had some kind of security footage that captures the alleyway.
something catches his eye. something not quite fitting with the colour palette, the doom and gloom of this dingy alleyway with a dead corpse mutilated on the ground. a flash of pink in the peripherals of his vision, laying haphazardly on the ground next to a pair of trashcans. hawks bends down, squinting slightly before sighing. one white glove, a gash tearing through it from the opening down to the base of the index finger. he picks it up and stuffs it in his back pocket, before straightening and continuing his walkaround.
it proves fruitless; the crimson reaper sure knows how to choose their locations. nothing but dilapidated shophouses for several streets, no one frequenting the area enough to be asked if anyone had any idea how this poor university girl ended up in an alleyway, completely drained of blood and her chest ripped open for everyone and their god to see. he commends them, just a little for the amount of thought they must have put into their killings. enough that the entirety of the pro-hero industry has almost been run into the ground with how much havoc they're wreaking.
by the time he returns to the scene of the crime, most of it has been cleaned up, the body transported in a bag to be sent for an autopsy. "shall i compile all the notes and have it sent to your agency?" another officer asks him, a pretty, young girl, and he nods.
"that would be great. thanks, darlin'," he gives her a small smile. "thanks for all your hard work here."
she flushes, a slight rosey tint to her pale cheeks. "it's no problem, mr. hawks," she grins back. "thank you for your service to musutafu."
he just manages a weak smile. seeing case after case like this, it's tiring. it's a shame to tell how used to it he's gotten, but there's no point in denying that he's at that point where waking up to a new pager specifically for this case just filled him with annoyance rather than dread. but he keeps his head up and keeps working. because that's the promise he made as a hero. to serve, and to protect.
"baby, i'm home."
keigo drops his bags by the door, and just like every single day before this, is greeted by approaching footsteps and the smell of apple honey. "daddy!" he hears, and the way his shoulders relax and the apples of his cheeks tip upwards as he sees you.
you, the picture of perfection, your plush legs and arms wrapping around him. "oh my god, i missed you so much today." you breathe into his neck, smelling of sweat and hero work and a long day, and a twinge of his expensive cologne lying under all of that. "it's been so long."
he chuckles, spinning you around. "it's barely been a couple of hours," he chides you playfully. "missed your daddy that much, huh?"
"i miss you all the time," you whine. "you need to quit your job and stay home with me all day."
that earns a hearty laugh out of him, and a warm, wet kiss on your forehead. "tell that to the hero commission, princess. you know how much i'd love to stay in bed with you all day."
you step on his toes, wrapping your arms around him as he waddles the both of you into the kitchen. it's spick and span, always is, with a couple of dishes left of the drying rack and half a ham and cheese sandwich lying on a plate. "were you eating that, princess?"
you shake your head. "ate the other half an' got full," you beam up at him. "left it 'cause i knew you'd want it."
he chuckles. "you know me too well," keigo reaches for it, letting you bridge the gap between it and his outstretched hand, passing the sandwich along. "how was your day? you managed to catch up on your sleep after staying up all night last night?" he pinches your cheek, and you giggle, swatting him away.
"yes! yes, i did, i did," you nuzzle against his neck. "was so boring at home without you though. been thinking about you all day," your words turn breathy, pushing yourself into him more and more and more, as if you were trying to fuse the two of you together. your voice drops low, a murmur barely audible to him. "couldn't wait for you to get home."
keigo smiles. he knows exactly what you mean what you say that, but he wants to hear it from your mouth directly. "is that so, baby girl?" he shifts you, hoists you by your waist up onto the kitchen counter. "couldn't wait for me to get home?"
you whimper, shaking your head, nuh uh. "couldn't," you stutter, spreading your legs just a little bit. "needed— needed to touch."
"touch?" he asks, voice mocking innocence. "touch what, baby?"
you whine, a little embarrassed by his question. "you know what i mean." the tension between you is palpable, and you need him to step in the gap you've made between your legs. "daddy."
"i don't think i do," keigo munches on his half of the sandwich, feigning complete obliviousness to your advances. "think you need to tell me what you mean, darling."
you groan, head tipping back in annoyance as you find his hand in yours and pull him closer to you. "needed you to touch me," you murmur, shy. you guide him up your thigh, his thick fingers, calloused from hero work so rough and skittish against your plush, soft skin. a shudder runs up your spine. "right here."
his hand ends up right between your thighs, your hands, tiny compared to his, holding his wrist in place as his fingers brush up against the thin cotton of your shorts. "ah," he exclaims, a little exaggerated. "my little princess cunt needed some attention from daddy, is that it?"
you nod vehemently, relishing in every purposeful brush of his knuckles against the damp spot right in the middle of your shorts. "mmhm," you hum happily. "missed you so bad today, daddy."
"yeah?" he steps closer to you, pressing his chest to yours, his hand still toying with your cloth-covered cunt. "gorgeous baby. so desperate for cock, aren't you?"
you whine. his words, so crude, so blunt but so true. it makes you flush furiously, shyness creeping up on you slowly, heat pooling between your clenching thighs. "for daddy's cock," you agree, looking up at him with begging eyes. "wan'— wan' daddy's cock so bad."
keigo kisses your forehead. "have you been a good girl for me today?" he asks, slipping your shorts to the side, toying with the slick that coats your pussy, stroking up and down slowly.
it's so sensitive you can barely speak, just the ghostly touch of his fingers, the featherlight intention behind every stroke. you don't want to answer him because, well, you haven't been. you're growing impatient with how he's taking his time with you, stretching out your time with one another. but you've been aching, throbbing for him all fucking day, so you squeeze his wrist harder, forcing him to stay where you want him to.
"baby," he warns. "don't be bad."
you grind helplessly against his hand, relieving all the pent up need and stress as you rut your hips pathetically up and down his fingers. "fuck me," you demand. "i need you to fuck me."
keigo tuts. a soft, yet sharp sound against his tongue. "disobedient slut," he murmurs. watching tears spring into your eyes as you hump his hand, too much to handle but too little to cum. it's the perfect torture for you; to make you desperate for him, and yet never give in to you in his entirety. "fuckin' so eager for me, huh?"
you ignore his punchy words, whimpering against his fingers. your thighs are aching a little from the position, the constant move of your hips against his thick fingers. "fuck me," you demand again. "daddy, daddy," you paw at his trousers, trying to undo his belt.
but you don't get far before he smacks your hands, harshly to make you stop. "stop it," he scolds, a low growl in his voice. "you're being so disobedient right now." he snatches his hand from between your thighs, tuning out your whines of protest and yanks you by the back of your neck. "get up."
you have no choice, the pinch on the back of your neck forcing you to comply. you get up and he pushes you down in front of him, down on your knees putting you in the eyeline of the bulge in his pants. your eyes light up just looking at it, your hands uncontrollable as they come up to paw at his buckle, undoing it. such an easy little thing, keigo thinks. just need some cock in your mouth and you're all good for me.
he helps you get his buckle undone, your soft, trembling fingers pulling down the hem of his trousers. the smell of him is intoxicating, the reeking stench of sweat and work and burnt ashes as you bury your nose in the crevice between his boxers and his thigh. you look at him and he looks at you and your pupils are dilated, almost frenzied. “my little nympho girlfriend,” he chuckles. “you’d die for my cock, wouldn’t you?”
you don’t have to answer. the hitch in your breath does it for you. the way your lip quivers and you can’t seem to find the words to protest. keigo just snickers. just pets your hair, and cradles your cheek against the hard bulge in his boxers. “answer me.”
“‘d die for your cock,” you whisper, daring enough to let your tongue poke out of your mouth, licking up his cock through the fabric. “i’d die for it, wanna ride it.” you pout, looking up at him. a breath leaves him in a shudder.
“go on, then.” he murmurs, cupping the back of your head. “take it out.”
your fingertips, cautious and reluctant, dig into the waistband of his boxers, and your teeth baring to bite the fabric softly. it comes down slowly, stretching over his hips, the apex of his thighs until his cock springs free, and your mouth begins to water. every single time you pull out keigo’s cock it surprises you. and every single time it does, he chuckles at your reaction, your eyes widening, your mouth gaping uncontrollably. it boosts his ego just a little bit, the way you shake quite a little, your fingers trembling with anticipation.
don’t think i’ll ever get tired of this.
you take your tongue and lick up a fat stripe from the base to the tip of his cock, worshipping his frenulum, sucking the head of his cock. you don’t think you’ll ever stop thinking it’s the most beautiful cock you’ve ever seen in your sorry life. keigo shudders under your touch, the hand cupping the back of your head instinctively pushing towards him, forcing your cheek pressed up against his cock. the course hairs on his pelvis, shimmering and blonde, tickle your skin and you stop to giggle for a second.
“let me,” you’re insistent, squirming out of his hold and rearing back. “let me,” you repeat, dropping your jaw to fit the thick, mushroom tip of his cock into your mouth. it’s a lot, it always is; sure, keigo wasn’t the tallest guy, but he made up for it in how thick his cock was. in stature, the broadness of his shoulders, the thickness of his waist. even now, it’s a chore to work his cock into your warm, waiting mouth, but he had to control himself, not buck his hips forward and push the seam of your lips apart. you work to get the cock fully in your mouth, suckling and slurping on with, making obscene sounds. they’re music to his ears, he smiles, the sounds of you choking and gagging on his cock as he watches you swallow it down to the hilt.
“that’s it, good girl. good girl, taking all of daddy’s cock like that. fuck,” he seethes. “daddy’s gonna use your mouth now, okay? just keep your jaw— yeah, just like that. yeah, good fuckin’ girl.” his fingers twist into your hair, his other hand coming down to cup your cheek as he pistons in and out of your mouth. his breathing’s laboured, fucking his pretty girlfriend’s mouth like a pussy.
you choke back a moan every time the tip of his cock rams into the back of your throat. you’re quite used to this, to be honest; being used as a tool for keigo’s pleasure, but it made you even wetter hearing the whimpers and whines drool out of his mouth like liquid gold, knowing that you’re the reason he’s feeling so good right now. so you relax your jaw and let him use you the way he needs. because you can’t deny the fact that the space between your thighs is growing hot, slick with your own arousal as your lips stretch open with every thrust.
and then keigo’s pulling out of your mouth, tapping your cheek with his cock drenched in your spit. you whine, “you didn’t cum.”
“don’t wanna cum in your mouth today,” he murmurs. “c'mon. up."
he should get you a collar and a leash, he thinks. just so he can yank you along where he wants you, and god knows you'd follow him on all fours. you're pliable today, and thank god for that because he needs to sink his fat cock inside of you before he blows his load on the carpet. keigo tugs you along to the bedroom and shoves you down onto your stomach on the bed, knees hitching up. digs a hand under your hips and raises your ass.
"show me that pretty pussy," he whispers, cheek pressed against the fat of your ass. he can see the outline of your puffy pussy through the thin jersey cotton of your pajama shorts, fat and drooling. his fingers dig into your hips, warm tips slipping under the waistband. "no panties?" he asks, and even with your head in the pillows, back arched for him, you can hear the smug look on his face.
"no panties," you answer, a deep sigh into the pillows. you can't see what he's doing, but you pray to god he'll let you off and just fuck you till you're a sobbing, drooling mess. so it comes unexpected to you, but not unwelcome, when his hand rears back and lands on your ass with a loud smack. you squeal loudly, flinching at the contact but he stops you, wrapping a strong arm around your hips.
"stop running," he says, the low timbre of his voice, nearing a growl, making you stop in your tracks. even you, the biggest brat keigo's ever seen, wouldn't dare disobey him like this. "wanna act like a desperate whore, you get treated like one, yeah?"
the sheets become acquainted with your drool as he continues with you, landing a succession of spanks; one for every time you "disobeyed" him, asked for too much, stepped out of line. this is what he knows you love, being put in your place, him having his way with you. at the back of his mind he'd rather kiss you sweetly, have you on your back facing him, fucking you slow as he watches your eyes roll back with every kiss his cock delivers to your cervix, but this; this is what you need. a rough, harsh fuck, battering your ass and your pussy till you're raw and red and begging him to stop. until you stop being a brat, and you listen to what he has to say.
"fuck me," you cry out, muffled into the pillow. he pauses, smoothing a big palm along the redness of your asscheek. "daddy— please, please."
he leans down, draping himself over your back. "what was that?"
"daddy," you beg, his title so sweet on your tongue. like honey, dripping gold. "please fuck me."
keigo hums. "finally decided you're gonna be good for me, then?" he sits back on his haunches, hands gripping your hips. "finally mellowed down into the good girl i know?" you wish you could shut him up, but with his big, rough hand pinning your neck down there's no way for you to speak, no way for you to glower at him. so you lie there and you take it, take every burning fingerprint he scalds into your skin, the unpleasant sting of the cold air against your abused, reddened skin. he peels down your shorts, watching the way your slicked up pussy drools for him now, strings of arousal latching on to the soaked fabric as he peels it away.
your pussy clenches around nothing, exposed to the cold air. a small whine rips through your throat; wriggling your thighs slightly. "c'mon," you whimper. but keigo stays put. watches the mesmerising slick of your pussy, puffy folds all on display for him to watch. "it's embarrassing!" you protest, trying to get him to do something, anything. but if keigo's good at one thing, it's putting you in your place.
smack. you recoil as another excruciating blow lands on the fat of your ass, right where your thighs meet your cheeks. "behave. you get what i give you, when i give it to you. got it?"
you whimper quietly. keigo doesn't like that. doesn't like when you hide your answers from him. so he grabs you, stuffs two fingers in your mouth and pulls, forcing your head up painfully. "got it?"
"yeth!" you cry, muffled around his fingers. wincing, he lets you down, a rare gentleness in his rough hands. he smoothes a hand down your back, shushing your soft sniffles.
"prettiest fuckin' pussy," he whispers, and you can feel the hot breath against your skin. "gonna fuck you now, okay?"
a thrill skittles down your spine when you hear those words, your back arching, ass humping back. "yes, yes please," you breathe, twisting your neck so you can look back at him, kneeling over you. his boxers are shucked down to his knees, positioning himself at your cunt, and you can feel it; the slow, agonising rub of the tip of his cock against the slit of your pussy, threatening to fuck it open, stretch you out. "daddy— oh, fuck me!"
there's a line between demanding and begging, and you toe it every single day. you better thank you gods that keigo's ears deep in love with you that he overlooks it, that he chuckles to himself as the fat mushroom tip of his cock catches against the slit and pushes in. the both of you hiss, the contact of his cock in your gummy walls so familiar and yet you're completely thrown off by the sheer girth of him stretching your ill-prepared hole. no matter how many times you and keigo fuck, how many times he has you cumming on his cock beforehand, the first breach of his cock in your pussy will always sting. you clutch the bedsheets in your fist, silk bunching up and shielding your palms from the onslaught of your sharp fingernails.
he heaves a breath, leaving his lips with a shudder as his hands grip your flesh. tightening around the fat of your hips, he sinks himself deep into your eager, drooling pussy. "princess," he drapes his body over yours, broad shoulders and thick waist and so big over you. "god, princess, let me in."
it's so much, too much for your tight pussy to handle. "'m trying," you mumble. "s-slow down."
keigo chuckles, mouthing at your shoulder. "not so big and bad anymore, huh? where's my feisty little girl gone?"
it always happens. you just need a little bit of cock in your pussy and you're reduced to a blabbering, slobbering mess on the sheets, your hips mindlessly pushing back onto keigo's cock as you beg him to slow down. he could still himself and just kneel behind you and you'd find a way to fuck yourself to orgasm without him moving an inch. you may be a brat, may disobey him for a second to paw at his cock, but keigo knows all you need is a cock inside you and you're right as rain for him.
today is no different, he thinks as you fuck yourself back on his cock, watching your pussy stretch around him and swallow him down to the hilt. it's mesmerising, borderline insane the way you suck him in, the way you fuck him until you're satisfied and don't stop for a second until you're done. even with your head buried in the pillows you have control, squeezing the length of his dick until he's breathless.
"s-stop that," he stutters, his hand sliding up your back, pinning your neck to the pillows. "you're squeezin' me too tight, birdy."
and you can't answer, hands flailing, fingers flexing with the weight of him mounting you. you can feel him so, so deep inside you, it's like he's in your throat, pushing past your thoughts and residing in the forefront of your mind. "c-can't... 'elp it," you manage, a half hearted sorry dripping from your lips like the drool leaking out the side of your mouth. it's messy, overwhelming, but god if it's the only thing you live for.
keigo ruts into you, one leg planted on the bed by the side of your torso, holding your hips and bouncing you back onto his cock. "is that good?" he grunts, his sweat-slick hair falling into his eyes. "you like that, princess?"
"love it," you slur, dizzy from how deep his cock is pressing inside you. every single thrust feels like it's breaking the wall of your cervix, the slight sting of pain whenever he rams his cock as far as it'll take him. "h-haah," your fists tangle in the sheets before letting go, your right hand drifting down between your body and the sheets to find your clit, the sensitive bud dripping with slick, puffy and neglected. the first fingers make contact with it and your knees almost give out, the sensitivity of your clit sending shocks through your torso, down to your toes and up to your shoulders, a familiar feeling traversing through your veins.
"yeah?" keigo teases, his tongue darting out of his mouth, licking from your shoulder blade to the nape of your neck. "gotta rub your little clit? can't let daddy do all the work now, can you?"
and you whine in response, a pathetic inability to say anything. you can feel him in your throat and you've gone almost brainless with the thickness of him stretching your pretty pussy out. "n-need to," you whisper, shifting your head so you can glance back at him, and when you do, you almost choke.
keigo's the picture of debauchery. his face is tinted pink, ears tipped red and you're sure that if you cradled your palm against his cheek his blood would run so, so warm. he's looking at you with a frenzied look in his eyes, golden melting in his eyes, looking at you wth an intensity that threatens to frighten you. he's looking at you like land to conquer, wings ruffled and spread slightly. you know he loses control of them in times like these, and that they're one of the most sensitive areas of his body, beautiful crimson shielding the two of you like a dome; like he's covering the both of you from the world, and it's just the two of you right now. it is. to you, it is.
your jaw slackens as you rub your clit to the look on his face, the curves of his cheekbones, the angular structure of his jaw, his pink cheeks, the way he's grunting as he sheathes himself inside you again, and again, and again. "k-keigo," you whisper, the circles you draw on your clit getting messier and sloppier as the tightness in your core begins to build. it's excruciating. "daddy."
"i got you, princess," he groans. "you gonna cum?"
you nod, wordlessly. you don't think you could force yourself to say more than that, your heart caught in your throat and his dick in your tummy. you're so distracted that it takes you a couple of seconds to realise that he's snaked his own hand between your thighs, knocking your smaller one out of the way.
"need to feel you cum," you hear him say, strained, like he's speaking with his jaw locked and gnashing teeth. seeing how tense he looks, he probably is. keigo's fingertips are so calloused, so rough from work that it makes you squeal with how ungraceful he's being with your poor, bullied clit. "you're close, aren't you? can feel you— fuck, you're fucking squeezin' me."
"oh my god, oh my god," you cry, palming your stomach as if it'll help alleviate the overwhelming sensation of both your pussy and clit being bullied beyond recognition. "daddy, oh fuck, daddy!"
"i know," he shushes your cries, rubbing his free hand soothingly down your back, and then planting it by the side of your head. "gotta— don't cry, baby, 's just me." keigo sinks a little deeper, rubs your clit a little faster. "you're gonna make a mess on my cock, aren't you?"
you cry out at the crudeness of his words, trying valiantly to shake your head no. but you can't lie; you could feel the pressure in your navel. one small push, one more flick of his fingers against your clit and you're done for.
"come on, princess," he grunts. "need you to cum for daddy, got it? wanna fuckin' see you squirt all over me, come on," and with his renowned intent, keigo's thrusts became impossibly faster, driving impossibly deeper. one clumsy brush of his knuckles against your clit and you're gone, gone, gone, flung headfirst into a crashing orgasm. your eyes roll back and you see white, and you don't realise you're gushing liquid until you hear keigo curse, the lewd squelch of his cock plunging into your leaking pussy filling the room.
"fuck," he spits. "holy fuck, yeah. that's it. that's my fuckin' girl."
"fuck me," you barely manage. "f-fuck me through it."
and he does, never stopping the movement of his hips against yours, his fingers still circling mercilessly against your sloppy clit. you can barely breathe, the force of your orgasm still sending shakes down your legs. they're uncontrollable, too heavy and you have to drop them, your pelvis flat on the sheets. "'m sorry," you babble, "c-can't hold mys-self..."
keigo hushes you. "don't worry princess," he whispers in your ear. "don't need you to work anymore, yeah? just lie there and take daddy's cock now, okay?" he presses kisses down your spine, sweet and sugary compared to his words. "daddy's gonna use you now."
and that he does. keigo has a habit of getting carried away when he's on top, when he has power over you. he pins your hips into the sheets, making sure they don't move as he rears back until only the tip of his cock remains in you, before pushing forward and slamming his fat cock into you, over and over and over. your cum and squirt making for extra lube for him to violate your pussy over and over.
you're powerless to stop him, limp and crosseyed as he uses you to chase his own orgasm. just little whines and whimpers that escape your lips when he pushes particularly deep; but other than that, right now, you're keigo's warm, wet fucktoy with the perfect pussy to cum in.
"'m not gonna last very long," he whines. "where do you want it, princess? where do you want daddy's cum?"
"i'side," you whisper. "ins-side!"
"yeah?" his mouth quirks up, canines flashing. he drapes himself over you again, mouthing at your ear. "want me to cum inside?"
you nod, small uh huh, uh huhs spilling out of your useless mouth.
"want me to knock you up? give you my kids? when was the last time you took your pill, baby?"
"n-not," you barely manage. "not on t-the pill anymore."
"that's what i like to fuckin' hear," he chuckles, brows furrowing just slightly, feeling the tangle in his navel now too. "gonna make you all fat and round with my kids. yeah?" he presses a kiss to your shoulder blade. "maybe if i knock you up you'll finally listen to me."
you squeal as he drives himself into your one more time, tip of his dick nudging against the sweet spot inside you, threatening to push past the tight ring of your cervix. just presses his chest against your back and pushes, grinds the head against your walls. "daddy, too much!" you cry out, arms scrambling for purchase. his thrusts are brutal; you can practically feel the bruises he's pressing into your skin, pretty blue-black marks you know will show up tomorrow morning.
"shut up." he hisses, taking both your wrists in one of his own, pinning them above your head. "shut the fuck up and take it." keigo shudders, trying his hardest to hold on just a little more, just one more thrust before he's falling apart, a groan clawing through his throat and bubbling out of his mouth as he cums and cums and cums. it's overwhelming, the feeling of him filling you to the brim and more with cum. white hot and thick, dripping out the sides of his cock as he plugs you full.
you hear him sigh, arm collapsing and giving way until he's flopped on top of you, cock softening inside you. you welcome the warm weight of your boyfriend on top of you, hoisting one of his arms in your hands to tuck between you and the sheets, resting your cheek against the toned muscle of his bicep.
"long day?" you ask, finally. the smell of the both of you, your floral sweetness mixing with the sweaty hue of his tired body, drifting through the air. he's so tired, barely moving, but you don't mind the crushing. it was comforting, in its own way.
"the longest," he sighs, nuzzling his face into your neck before he snaps up suddenly. "oh. right," he reaches over to the side of the bed where he'd shucked off his jeans (you don't even remember him doing that, probably in your haze of lust.)
"mm?" you hum, smiling softly at him. he pulls out a white glove, one torn from the base to the index finger, and flicks you in the head with it.
"gotta stop leaving your traces all over the place, baby," he chides you gently. "never know what would've happened if someone found it before i did.”
keigo and you met years ago- at a coffeeshop near your university where you studied forensic psychology and he studied english. you'd spilt your matcha latte all over his shirt and apologised profusely, and he'd laughed it off.
"no worries, sweetheart," he took your chin in his fingers, a soft smile playing on his lips. "hey— enough apologisin' yeah?"
and after that, you began bumping into him more and more. it would have been worrying if you weren't so enamoured with his gaze, midas gold and luxurious, yet still held an air of comfort in them. like you could crawl into him and lay yourself to rest in him. you didn't realise the bright crimson feather that stuck itself to the bottom of your tote bag, following you wherever you went. by the first week, he knew your whole schedule. he knew which classes you were in, which dormitory you stayed in, the sound of your roommate's voice.
it wasn't his fault you were so pretty, so delicate, so vulnerable. it wasn't his fault he thought you needed extra protection. you were just so lovely, anyone would be lucky to even be looked at by you. what if you got into trouble? what if you needed help? it was just for safety, he convinced himself.
keigo thought you were stupid. thought you didn't know about the fact that he was tracking you. he convinced himself that, to him, you were another air headed bimbo to fuck and then move on to the next one. of course, he'd never gone to these lengths for any other girl before, but somehow, you were different.
and to you, he was different. your roommate warned you of those golden eyes, that warm smile that seemed a little too friendly. "he's fine," you insisted, looking at yourself in the mirror for the fifth time that night, pulling your skirt down, pulling your dress up as you waited for keigo to text you, to pick you up for your first date. "i'll text you if anything goes wrong, i promise."
and of course, the date went well. he took you to dinner and then to a lovely little park, and then back to his apartment to fuck your brains out. tugging your wrist in his, you remember the way you tripped over each other to get to his bedroom, pulling clothes every which way. it was almost embarrassing how fast the word daddy slipped out of your mouth that night. but how couldn't you, with the way he was prying your legs open, calling you his good baby? with the way he was feeding you his cock, slapping the fat tip of it against your slick folds? it was natural, almost sickeningly so.
you liked him. god, you liked him. an outrageous amount. like you couldn't stand to be without him for more than a day. and strangely enough, he found your neediness endearing. like he wanted to be the centre of your attention all of the time. keigo was so unfamiliar with the concept of actually liking someone that he couldn't tell how he felt about you until that night.
see, the thing with keigo was that even though he was wrapped around your pinky finger, he found it so hard to move on from his... prideful ambitions. and so every time you rounded a corner to see some skank's arm draped around his torso, or some bitch's hand stroking his wings, you broiled in a mixing pot of anger and jealousy. no matter how many times he reassured you, no, sweetheart, i'm not cheating on you and baby, you're the prettiest girl i've ever seen. it wasn't enough for you. not until you had them in front of you, motionless, pale, and drained of blood.
keigo had wondered where you went. you'd left your tote bag in your dorm room so he couldn't track you down. usually he’d leave it, roll his eyes and wait for you to reply but when you let his calls run to voicemail and you left him on read too many times, he decided to go out. tuck some crimson red feathers in the corners of buildings, alleyways just in case you came by. sent other feathers drifting around just in case you decided to stay in one place. and finally, after what felt like hours, he stumbled upon a small alleyway with a figure too closely resembling yours crouching down by the ground.
he listened to the soft choking sounds, the pleas of please, stop, it hurts. stood there and did nothing but watched. not because he was scared, no. but because he was curious. curious who lay in front of you, and why. he let your victim thrash about, writhing in pain before eventually stopping, laying limp in front of you, and when her head hit the ground with a satisfyingly hollow thump, he recognises her as the girl he talked to just earlier this morning.
keigo watches you, ominous fascination coursing through his veins, golden gaze pathetic. he was a hero, groomed and perfected by the safety commission, and he just let a girl die; for what? because he was so enamoured with the girl who killed her? because he was so infatuated with the way you breathed now, your shoulders rolling back like this is your first hit of a joint, relaxing and softening from weeks-long tension?
"impressive," is the only thing he says, and when you whip around, there's some sort of kindling ferocity in your eyes. he holds his hands up in surrender, a sign of innocence. "no, truly."
you have a quirk; when it manifested, your mother had you wear gloves, made you stay away from other kids. because through the sweat glands of your palms, you could drain any living being of blood within minutes. it was scary, naturally, for your mother to find that out. it explained why you always felt faint; that without draining somebody else's blood, you never really had enough on your own. blood didn't clot fast enough to stop you from losing blood rapidly. blood was precious, blood was essential to you. other people's blood.
the pints of blood the hospital supplied you was never enough. the blood donations, transfusions, nothing worked the same way as when you laid a hand, skin to skin on somebody's arm and drained them. that feeling of euphoria, of strength rejuvenating in your bones. it felt like breathing for the first time, a thirst quenched, a hunger quelled.
over the years you'd perfected it; sped it up so you could drained a whole average sized body in seconds, or learn how to tell when a certain amount has been drained. but though you learned to control it, to decide when your glands worked as needles, when your blood becomes too thin, or runs too low it's harder for you to control. harder for you to discern when you should or shouldn't utilise it. your god-given gift.
"like a vampire," keigo joked when you told him this.
"fuck off," you seethed, slapping his bicep. "what are you gonna do now? sell me out to your dumb pro hero agency?"
"it's the hero commission, sweetheart," he started. "and of course not. why would i do that?"
you shrugged. "thought you wanted to be the next big shot pro. can't do that if you're an accessory to a murder."
so you aren't as dumb as you seem. keigo smiles. as much as he loved the way you went dumb on his cock, or dependent hanging off his sleeve begging him to ask the counter for some ketchup, he liked you like this; scheming, plotting, always one step ahead. you were always one step ahead.
this wasn't the first time you'd done this. of course not, he thinks, it can't be. because as you slip a pair of pristine white gloves back over your right hand with a practiced precision, fishing out a rag and wiping down the surface of the skin, it was obvious this was like routine. "diluted bleach," you murmured, explaining the acrid smell. "gets rid of any fingerprints or dna."
he watched you clean any evidence of yourself from the corpse, before getting back up on your feet. "you're not gonna bury it?"
you shrugged. "they're gonna find it either way." you turned to him, a small smile on your lips. he would have thought it adorable if you didn't just drained a girl completely of her blood right before him. "and plus, i forgot my shovel."
keigo couldn't help but chuckle. but pull you into his chest and kiss you, slow and deep. "what a girl," he whispered in your ear. "that's my fuckin' girl."
fucked up couldn't even begin to describe your relationship with keigo after that.
and ears deep in love was an understatement to how keigo felt about you.
he ruined every crime scene, botched every manila file. protected you fiercely in every way he could in his position in the hero commission. never once did he question what he was doing; to him it was you first, everything else came after.
did he get reprimanded for his slowness on the cases? on the mysterious disappearances of forensic evidence? on the fact that no one was any closer to solving the case of the crimson reaper? of course. but he didn't care, because as long as he came home to his sweet girlfriend, your arms wrapping around his neck and peppering his face with kisses like a dutiful wife, he'd abuse any power to keep you safe.
and that included today. "ms president," hawks greets when he walks into the room, the clinical fluorescents washing out any life from the room. it feels sterile; the blank stares, the gloomy, overcast weather that painted the backdrop of the meeting through the large glass windows.
"mr. takami," she smiles, tightlipped. hawks could count the wrinkles that stained her forehead, etched like valleys, fruition of the canyons of burden she shouldered. "so kind of you to join us."
"of course, ms president." his hands, shoved deep into his pants pockets flexed, a small wring of anxiety that plagues him whenever he's called to these meetings. that they'd finally saw through him, and are coming for you right as they speak. "it's always a pleasure to be here."
he was taught since he was a little kid, since he was taken in by the commission; the job he was made for. the purpose he was born to fulfil. to make musutafu a better place, to protect civilians. and he did! he did a damn good job. but right now, more than anything else he'd been taught, there came you, who turned his nights into days and touched fleeting heart and turned it to gold.
"the other ranked heroes should be here soon," she sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. "how's the crimson reaper case? any good news?"
hawks' hands slip out of his pockets, straightening them by his sides and bowing slightly. "i'm sorry, ms. president. i can't say anything's any better than it's been since the last meeting."
her breath hitches, and with a grim expression, turns away from him. "no matter," she starts. "i know we are all working as hard as we can. we will get this killer," there's a certain acid in her tone, corroding and pooling on her tongue. hawks can hear the frown, the anger and the frustration in her tone. "and we will keep musutafu safe."
endeavour is the first one in the room after that, his big, hulking figure looming by the door way. "madam president," he greets, and then turns to hawks. "brat."
hawks scoffs. "rude."
the meeting runs as all the previous did; briefing everybody on the current situation, any updates, any findings, anything new that had come up. hawks explains the newest death; the background, who she was, the places she'd been before. "there's no connection between this victim and the rest," he continues. "which further cements that the reaper doesn't have a pattern. i wouldn't go as far as to say these victims are picked randomly, but that is how it appears."
"then everyone's in danger of being killed," edgeshot pipes up. "there's no way we can predict who'll be next."
there's a grim hum of agreement.
"an equal risk," hawks agrees. "there's no telling who s— they'll go for next."
"and you're sure," ryukyu raises her voice. "that we're nowhere closer to finding anything about them? after, what, 24 deaths? not a single piece of evidence?"
"really makes you wonder how much work you're putting into this," rock lock comments, the snideness in his voice not going unnoticed. "hawks agency not putting in enough hours?"
"why don't you fuckin' try it, wannabe?" mirko glowers at rock lock. “oh, that’s right. you don’t even have your own agency. why don’t you try becoming a ranked hero before you give your opinion?”
“ms. usagiyama,” the president clips. “mr. takagi. i would rather there be no internal conflict within the pro heroes when there’s a common enemy that deserves our utmost attention.”
neither of them say a word after that. blunt tipped tones and thick tension; it was natural for the frustration to get to them, have them saying things they’d usually be able to contain. hawks smiles weakly, mumbles a small, it’s alright, before continuing. “we do have several leads,” he starts again. “we are investigating especially those with blood-related quirks, since the signature style of the reaper is the victim drained of blood. we have yet to find a reason for this, why the blood is being used.”
“we had the tests run at all hospitals and donation drives in musutafu,” best jeanist adds. “testing the blood sample from the body to see if any of the blood had been donated. nothing came up. whatever it is, the killer’s using it for themselves.”
“well maybe we should check neighbouring cities,” kamui woods suggests. “the reaper only comes by once a week at most. they could be from neighbouring towns.”
“you think they’d lug five litres of blood to another town?”
“five litres is nothing. that’s a 5 kilo dumbbell.”
internally, hawks chuckles. he knows the drained blood has led them on a wild goose chase; any blood drained was already in your bloodstream, since the glands drained the blood from their body directly into yours. you’d only started puncturing holes with needles to throw them off; make them think that it was external instruments that aided in the blood collection. in fact, that was his idea, brought up one night at dinner when you were tossing ideas on how to make it more fun for you.
that’s what it was. fun. other than the element of needing blood— you didn’t need nearly as much as you were getting. one body could last you maybe a month or two if you stretched it right— you did this for fun. it's a thrill at this point, doing them closer and closer to the city centre, in places where people could peer into an alleyway and see you crouched by a motionless body. there's a glint in your eye, keigo notices, when you see somebody you want. an interesting quirk, a streak of your favourite colour in their hair; once you set your eyes on someone, you'll never take them off.
they were right, in that one thing about you. it was random. unpredictable. you never let them know what you're about to do next, and you liked it that way.
"we do," endeavour starts, clearing his throat. "have some eyewitness reports from around the area. the killing— this one, most recent one— happened around 3 to 5 in the morning according to forensics, and a, uh, miss miyazaki toi reported seeing a figure in green along the street, leaving the opposite direction from the alleyway at about 4:30."
madam president perks up. "any other indicators? hair colour? height?"
"she, uh, said she was too far away to make out anything of essence."
"gait? posture? anything?"
endeavour shakes his head. "nothing, madam president. i can get in touch with the eyewitness again, but it's not likely she'll have anything new to share."
hawks clears his own throat, thumping his chest once. whoever that miyazuki or whatever saw, that wasn't you. and he knows this because at 4:30 am you were fucked out, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he fucked you into his mattress. whimpering, drooling, clawing at his skin for him to slow down, his hips slapping against yours as he emptied his balls into your waiting pussy.
and also, you don't wear green. not your colour.
but he knows madam president, knows that she'll exhaust every avenue, every lead until it turns up dead at her doorstep. this eyewitness testimony just bought you a couple more weeks as they chase down whatever poor soul was walking along a street at 4 in the morning.
as the meeting concludes, several pro heroes pat hawks on the back, thanking him for working overtime for this case, taking such a genuinely draining case under his wing. he just smiles, murmuring in acknowledgement. he can see the tight rings of sleeplessness wound under their eye lines, and for a moment, he feels a speck of pity for them. maybe he does feel sympathetic, that a savage killer ravages the streets of his town. but he can't bring himself to condemn your actions. can't find it in himself to look at you with anything but utmost adoration, like a kitten who had brought a chewed up bird to him in its mouth, big doe eyes asking, are you proud of me?
keigo is. always has been proud of you. you made a name for yourself, never left a trace of yourself in your wake. you are such a clever girl, beautiful and kind, and you bring sunshine to your household with the aroma of the cookies you bake every saturday. keigo loves you. endlessly, relentlessly. if he had to jeopardise his career and watch the city of musutafu tremble in the wake of your actions just to see that smile on your face every time he came home, it was done. in a heartbeat, no questions asked.
he flies home that night. picks up a couple of custard tarts for you on the way, from your favourite bakery, and a bubble tea. maybe you'd eat dinner together and he'd sit you on his lap while you watched another shitty romcom that he would deny he loved. maybe he'd wash the dishes while you focused on your assignment, chewing on the back of your apple pencil from a habit you never really grew out of. either way, he's excited to come home, to see you, feel you in his arms again.
the sliding door is ajar when he lands in the balcony, tucking his wings tight behind him as he pulls it a little more open, slipping inside. he's hit with the aroma of curry wafting through the threshold before he spots you, his love and light, his achilles heel standing by the stove in your favourite pink and white apron, stirring a pot. he lights up; it's embarrassing how fast he drops his bags and shuffles over to the kitchen, quietly wrapping his arms around your front as he leans against your back.
"keigo," you murmur softly. "welcome home, baby."
keigo hums. "i missed you."
you giggle softly. "you always say that."
"because it's always true." he raises his head slightly, tucking it into the crook where your neck meets your shoulder and pressing a soft, chaste kiss to your skin. you have a litany of marks, varying in shades, deep blue or a fading red scattered along the plump skin. "i miss you every second i'm not with you."
you twist the knob of the stove off, giving the curry one last customary stir before pushing off the edge of the countertop, twisting around to face your boyfriend. you heave his heavy arms around your torso, under your armpits and slump back into him. "you're such a sap," you whisper, burying your face into his shoulder, tucking your head under his chin. he rubs his nose along your temple, sweet nothings murmured into the space between you.
"did you miss me too, baby?"
there's a flicker of embarrassment that flashes hot in your bloodstream, and you can't seem to brush it off. "yes, daddy," you whisper back, letting out a shaky breath. "missed you, so, so much."
he smiles, brings one hand up to tip your chin upwards before catching your lips in a kiss. a gentle, breathless one, one that has you swaying on your tip toes, clutching on to the collar of his work jacket. "that's my sweet girl," he murmurs. "wanna make you my wife one day."
and you giggle, rolling your eyes. "you're all talk," you chastise him, turning away again to begin plating your dinner. the lid of the rice cooker pops open and you scoop heaps for him, and just as much for you. "how much curry do you want, honey?"
"lots," he hums, wrapping his arms around your waist again, tucking his chin on your shoulder. "chicken?"
"yup," you pat his cheek. "your favourite."
keigo watches as you scoop ladlefuls of curry onto his plate, stewed chicken and vegetables in a rich traditional curry atop a bed of rice. god, his mouth is watering just watching you plate it. he has got to make you his wife.
as he sits next to you at the kitchen island, bowls of curry half eaten he looks over at you, chewing thoughtfully, eyes glimmering, and wonders what good he'd done in his last life to deserve someone like you. as you settle in his lap for your nightly movie, dead poets society playing on the tv, he strokes your hair, runs his fingers down your back. he wants to savour every hour, minute, second he's got with you. fall into a dimension where neither of you are needed anywhere but in each other's arms.
time is a leaking faucet, dripping and draining into the rippling river between the two of you, the rhythmic, drip, drip, drip reminds him that this time is finite, that there is nothing in the world that lasts forever and ever. and as hard as he might try, there will come a day that he will have to part from you.
but that day is not today, he reminds himself as you lean your tired head on his plush chest. you squeak softly when his grip around your waist tightens, and he pulls you closer to him. "i missed you," he whines, high and pitchy and so unlike the outer facade he had put on for his public image. "baby, oh baby, i fuckin' missed you so bad."
you giggle. "you said that already," you loop your arms around his neck. "say something different."
"like what?" he looks at you quizzically. "like, oh, i dreamed about fucking you all day."
"crude!" you slap his bicep. "another one."
he hums, in thought. "i couldn’t stop thinking about you."
"that's so cliche." you laugh. "come on, number two hero, most eligible bachelor in japan. hit me with your best shot."
"marry me." it's out of his mouth before he can stop it, before he can think. what usually was meant to be kept under lock and key, spoken into existence. what plagued his every day, clouded up his mind, finally out there for more than his subconscious to hear.
and the way your face changes, the subtle relaxation of your cheeks and your mouth, he watches all of it with bated breath, with a small glint of hesitation, of regret. he'd never regretted anything he did with you, but there was something to be said about the twist in his heart as he waited for you reply. "are you seriously asking me like this?" you whisper, eyes wide, mouth hanging a little.
"and if i am?" he asks, and before he has a chance to regret it, you kiss him, quick and fierce and so, so desperate, like you can't stand to be disconnected from him physically for even a second more. he breathes you in, shifting so he's sitting up a little more attentively, holding you down against him. you whimper into the kiss, his bruising grip on your arms returned by the way you dig your fingernails into his skin. like you're marking one another, leaving indents as evidence of your influence over each other's bodies.
your hand finds home on his collarbones, fingers splayed out over the warm flesh. you find his pulse point, pressing your thumb against it. "say it again," you beg, some kind of sick, twisted, desperate need to hear those words drip from keigo's mouth again. "again." you demand, pressing harder.
"marry me." it comes out strained, the pressure of your hands tightening around his neck cutting off blood momentarily. it makes him dizzy, but the figure of you in front of him is still crystal clear. "baby, marry me."
the world burns around the two of you. moves on, runs along, but the two of you are stuck here in this moment, visiting it and revisiting it. you hold him and he holds you, the only person he's ever genuinely cared about, the only person he's loved.
weeks pass, and the crimson reaper is all but gone.
this is the longest time in the last year since that name made the news with the finding of a new body. to be exact, it's been 34 days since the last crimson reaper killing. hawks can see that musutafu has breathed a sigh of relief, and the hero commission has stopped being so anal about daily reporting. patrolling has been a lot less stressful. pro heroes are getting a semblance of control back.
you're fine. hawks knows you are; you're just as chipper, bouncy, and lovely as you've always been. he wondered for a little bit if there was something different in that tomita girl's blood; so much so that you didn't need your regular weekly fix, or even the mandatory monthly one. but you laughed it off, telling him don't worry, baby, and that he'll see soon enough.
you're a smart girl. he trusted you to make good decisions.
after that night, his sudden question and your hand on his throat demanding him to repeat it, you found yourselves in the throes of progression. towards what, from what, you couldn't really tell. all you knew is that there was a softness within keigo that, even with how loving he'd been since you met, you'd never really seen till now. all you knew is that, to him, wife sounded so much better than girlfriend.
he hasn't proposed properly, he reminds you, and that until he can put a ring on your finger, that night was but a promise to greater things to come. but that didn't stop him from calling you his wife every so often, under his breath, over the phone. it was casual, yet subtly intimate. you couldn't help but flush some nights after that when he kissed you everywhere, and the word wife would drip from his mouth if he wasn't careful.
you thought it adorable. you loved— love— it. you tried the word husband on your tongue, once, twice. my husband. i'll have to ask my husband. i'm seeing my husband. it... fit. weirdly. of all the things in your life you would never have thought that you'd come anywhere near calling anyone your husband. but for keigo, it fit.
keigo's asleep when you come home.
it's ticking close to 3 now. all the lights in the apartment are off, save for a lamp in the hallway. keigo always leaves that one specific lamp on for you to come home to, and you always switch it off on your way to your bedroom. and that's what you do, adrenaline still rushing through your veins. you aren’t tired; you never are after a night like this. sometimes you wonder if keigo’s initial assessment of your quirk was right. vampire made so much sense with how much more energetic and powerful you felt after a kill.
synergy courses through your veins, up your arteries and through your beating heart. the adrenaline, the electricity, the excitement.
you pad through the living room and the kitchen, stopping to pour yourself a glass of cold water before shuffling softly back to the bedroom. keigo’s left it slightly ajar for you, and you can see, with the small sliver of dim orange glow, the man of your dreams splayed out on your bed, the covers pulled up and rumpled around his torso. keigo sleeps shirtless, always has, and from where you stand you can see a little bit of his golden skin, softened muscle under the covers.
he’s beautiful, peace and comfort painted across his face, the steady rise and fall of his chest signalling his deep sleep. you pad over softly, placing your water cup by your bedside and leaning over your boyfriend to plant a small kiss on his cheek before walking to the bathroom.
the water is warm against your back, rivulets of slightly pink-tinted water running down your body. sweat gives way and you start to feel clean, the smell of lavender and mint steaming in the room, fogging up your mirrors. you lean your head back against the cold tile, letting your eyelids flutter shut. it’s been a long day. college in the morning, work in the afternoon, homicide in the evening. really tuckers a bitch out.
but yet you can’t stop the trail of your fingers, the light, ghostly touch along the front of your torso. it’s been a long day, but you can’t stop yourself from thinking about keigo this morning, waking you up with his tongue on your clit, hands gripping the flesh of your hips so tight. you can’t stop the tingling of your hands, filled with the blood of the last victim you drank. all your energy, circulating to the heat in your core. you stifle a soft moan now, letting your soft fingertips inch down lower, and lower.
you like that, don’t you? you could hear keigo’s voice in the empty chamber of your mind, a smug smile on his lips peering up at you from between your legs, nosing along the sensitive top of your cunt. like it when daddy wakes you up like this.
you did. you do. you can’t stop thinking of it now, not as your fingers make contact with the swollen nub of your clit. you give it one tentative press and gasp, back arching into your own grip. the water is warm, so warm, beating down on your tired body and you just want to let your brain and all its stupid little thoughts to ooze out of your ears, wash away with the running shower.
“daddy,” you whimper softly, imagining his big, calloused fingertips instead of yours, his body caging you up against the wall. he’d hold you close to him, so close, chest to chest so that your tits press up against his pecs, his left hand wrapped around your back, his right playing with your sensitive pussy. you whine, just thinking of the way he’d shush your cries, coo at you as you bite down hard on his shoulder.
your thoughts are a haze as you dip your fingers shallowly into your cunt, sticky and slick with both shower water and your own arousal. the moans you let out are criminal, ripping through your mouth and through your lips before you can stop them. you need to feel him, any part of him now. now.
stumbling out of the bathroom, you dry your feet on the rug, patting yourself half dry before shuffling back to your bedroom, naked and damp. the bed dips where you kneel, sinking slightly and keigo stirs, but doesn’t wake. your hands are trembling, your need and excitement barely contained under a sheen of self control. need it. you need it.
you peel back the covers that obscure him from your preening gaze, miles and miles of tan, smooth golden flesh laying in front of you, sun spots and moles mapping along his torso. he’s so beautiful, it makes you want to devour him whole. he’s wearing a pair of grey boxers, the outline of his cock subtle but still, there. your mouth waters at the sight.
“daddy,” you whisper again, mesmerised by the way his skin glows in the low lamplight, greeting you as you pull the waistband of his boxers down. “‘m sorry, need it so bad.”
keigo’s still sound asleep, completely oblivious to your mischief. you pull his boxers down, over his hips and down his thighs, and there it is; his cock, already half hard, twitches as you touch it, let your fingertip drift along the underside of it. the patch of blonde curls brushes up against your knuckles as you touch him and it’s so soft. you whimper; you want his cock in your mouth.
so you bend down, and lick a stripe up from the base to the tip. keigo smells like fabric softener and an undertone of vanilla from your shared body wash, comforting and comfortable. gods, you want him so bad. you fit him into your mouth, and you hear a hitch in his breath, and you feel a spike in your heart rate at the prospect of him waking up to see his cock halfway down your throat, but he doesn’t rouse. just shifts slightly, and you continue.
keigo’s cock is so thick, so long, and whatever you can’t fit comfortably in your mouth you resort to stroking it slowly. your eyes flutter closed, like a baby with a pacifier. you’re quiet, humming and whimpering every so often, content with his cock in your mouth. you wish you could do this to him every night, give him a little surprise when he cums down your throat still asleep.
you bob your head along the length of him, swallowing as much of him down as you can that you choke, gag a little. the heat in your core is searing, never-ending, building as you moan around his cock, your slobber easing the glide of it down your throat. at this point you’re drooling all over his pretty dick, breath hot and eyes hooded, watching the rapid rise and uneven fall of his chest. he’s close, you can tell by the way his thighs are clenching, balls twitching. he’s fully hard on your tongue, tip flushed red and leaking, and you think it’s a waste to have him cum anywhere but right inside you, nestled right up by your cervix.
so you pull off his dick, smile at the slight huff from him, and climb gracefully atop of him. this is new to you; you’ve only ever sucked keigo off, played with his ass for a little while he was sleeping, but never went as far as to fuck him while he was asleep. it sends an unholy thrill down your spine, and as soon as you feel the blunt tip of his cock nudge along your slit, you’re dumb to the world.
it’s so exciting, your burning need met with his unconscious body, seating yourself on his cock. you whimper at the stretch of your ill-prepared pussy, unstretched, untouched, stinging with the intrusion of his fat cock. you fall forward, hands clattering to the sides of keigo’s torso, a gasp ripping through your lips as you slip, feel a sharp pop in your cunt before you swallow him down to the hilt. it’s not pain, not anguish that skitters through your veins, his long, thick cock bullying your walls and stretching you out. it’s familiarity. it’s the way your cunt is moulded into the shape of him, gummy walls giving way to him, your pussy spread around him, slick pooling on his navel.
it’s the familiar grumble of his chest, a grunt and a groan caught in his lips. “baby?” he calls for you, left hand reaching out to your side of the bed, as he does every night when you join him, just so he knows that you’re there. but his hands find blank canvas, and he whimpers, before his eyes flutter open just a little. and then the realisation sinks in; his body starts to wake up, synapses rousing from sleep, and he feels, feels your cunt pulse around him.
keigo groans. “baby.”
you giggle. “good morning, daddy.”
you raise your hips just slightly, moving up along his cock before letting yourself fuck me down against him. he slings an arm over his eyes, wanton moans ripping out of his throat, and his other arm comes around to grip your hips. he guides you up, down, lets you fall against his chest as you fuck yourself violently against his cock. keigo does nothing; lies there and coos at you, “baby, naughty little baby. couldn’t even wait for daddy to wake up to fuck her, huh?”
you whimper. “no, c-couldn’t,” you manage to croak out. it feels like his dick’s in your throat with how deep he is, pushing up against your cervix, bullying your insides. he holds you close, digging his arms under your armpits and holding you, chest flushed to his. “god you— you feel so good.”
keigo hums. “that’s my girl, that’s my girl. taking it so well,” he breathes, a stuttered gasp. “god, i’m close. did you— naughty fuckin’ girl, yeah— did you suck me off?”
you nod dumbly, panting into his mouth. “i did, daddy, couldn’t help it,” you babble, eyes crossing. “y-you looked so good, needed— ah, needed it!”
“just needed some dick in your mouth,” he hums, chuckling. “desperate little baby.”
you’re drooling on his chest, spit dribbling out of the side of your mouth. “feels— f-feels so good daddy,” you pant, trying to sit back up, planting your hands on his chest. “wanna— ride you properly.”
“go on,” he coaxes you, letting a hand drift down the side of your hip. “show daddy how you ride. make me cum.”
you fall apart, bouncing on his cock, the rough patch of blonde curls brushing up against your clit with every downward stroke. “daddy,” you whimper, head thrown back in ecstasy. “oh— oh!”
keigo grunts, the dim orange light illuminating the bounce of your tits, the vigour of your rhythm leaving both of you drooling, blabbering. “you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, captivated by the swell of your body, the pudge flesh and doughy thighs that encompass him. the tightness in his core begins to build, his balls twitching as he tries to stave off his own orgasm in favour of yours. “are you close?” he whispers, hand coming down to rub at your sensitive clit. “wanna feel you cum.”
“w-want,” you pant. “want you to cum first.” it’s a beg, a plea, a vow.
he grunts, eyes squeezing. “i’m pretty fuckin’ close, baby,” he whispers, thumb rubbing circles faster onto the swell of your clit. “cum with me, okay? wanna— fuck, wanna feel with milk me when i cum. can you do that?”
you’re brainless, pathetic, but hell if you were going to say no to something your daddy so politely asked. you bite your tongue, nodding slightly, and let your head tilt in pleasure, euphoria rippling through your bloodstream. he’s so deep, so good inside of you it drives you crazy, the bashing feeling of his cockhead against the gummy sweet spot in your pussy. your fists tighten, gripping him harder as you feel pressure build in your navel. “i-i’m close,” you stutter, trying to keep your eyes open. “want you to cum. c-cum for me, daddy, cum inside.”
he almost baulks at your crudeness, but obliges nonetheless. keigo’s given your everything you’ve ever wanted or needed, without so much as a second thought. “yeah? wanna feel daddy’s cum inside you?” he coos in your ear, his hands running up your thighs and settling by your hips. “want daddy to knock you up?”
you nod pathetically, mouthing, yes, yes! as he squeezes your flesh, one of his thick, giant hands pulling away your own on your clit, tinier and smaller, and replacing it with his own. “please, please, daddy—”
that does him in, bursts the tightening of his balls and feels himself empty into your waiting, welcoming cunt. all he can feel are the weak pulses of your gummy walls around him; a weak orgasm milking him for all he’s worth. his touch, grip on your clit doesn't move, just continues to fuck you through your heavy orgasm. you both cum at the same time, the gush of your cum paralleling the thick, white seed that stuffs you so full that you can feel it leak out of you through the sides of his cock. “just like that,” he whispers to you, halfway out of his own orgasm, voice still wavering and thighs shaking. “say thank you, daddy.”
“thank you daddy,” you whine, and despite yourself, you continue dragging yourself up and down his cock. it’s sensitive, painful, but you can’t seem to stop. keigo groans, hands stilling on your hips.
“slow down, baby,” he chuckles dryly, almost like he’s in pain. “daddy’s still cummin’— ah—”
“wanna make you,” you huff, some sort of twisted energy running through your veins. “make you cum again, daddy.” you usually only had enough in you for one round, especially at a time like this, but you couldn’t stop yourself now. the feeling of his first load of cum dripping down your thighs only served to spur you on, delirious, frozen in a state of abject desire and need. “fuck, daddy!”
he whines again, head tilted back, eyes wincing. “what’s gotten into you, kitten?” keigo trails his fingers along your hips, watching you bounce on his cock, eyes hooded with euphoria. “had a good kill?”
your kill. of course it is. the blood of someone else, someone so powerful, screaming through your ears, pumping like lead in your bloodstream. it’s almost oblong, despite the liquid nature of blood, causes your hands to tremble, fingers to shake. that’s why you feel ike this. that’s why you have so much energy. that’s why you need more. you grin at keigo, and for a moment, he feels fear.
your sharp canines flash in the moonlight, its dusty silver gaze glimmering in your body, in your eyes, in the way your nails dig deeper into his chest. for years, years, keigo has only regarded you with love. with subliminal adoration. with nothing but affection, holding you in his hands. but here, in the middle of the night, he notices a splatter of blood on your collarbone. winces at the sensation of your nails breaking flesh.
for a moment, he fears you. he fears you’ve truly lost it.
and to be truthful, you have. you’re delirious with ecstasy, you’re high— you’ve never felt like this before. killing has never come so close to feeding. blood has never come so close to addiction. but right now, you’d do anything for this feeling to last forever. the memory of you striking your victim down, your foot holding down his neck as he thrashed, looked at you with abject horror, shimmering like tears in his green eyes.
you’ve never felt so much fun in a kill. never craved those screaming pleas, those last gasps of breaths. never have you been so excited to roll up somebody’s sleeve and take off your glove, hold them with all five fingers, your full palm against their bare skin. but this man, god, was he tantalising. his deep voice, begging you to stop, begging you to leave him be. any amount of money, he’d promised. anything. just leave me alone.
but no money could give you this feeling. this excitement. you grinned, malice and cruelty trembling on your lips. “i’m so sorry,” you mocked his weeping tones. “i’m so sorry.”
“c-crim— ah— son… reap-per,” he breathed, choking out his words. “t-they’ll—” he coughed, gasping for air. puny, pitchy, desperate gasps for air.
“t-they,” you mocked again, gripping his arm tighter, feeling the rush of newer, fresher, stronger blood enter your bloodstream. “they’ll catch me? you have so little faith in me,” he winced, and you just laughed, flashing him your canines.
he turned paler, rosey tinted cheeks turning blue, gaunt. the life in his eyes slowly diminished as you sucked the last remaining litre out of his body. “y-you’ll never…”he trailed off, voice turning to a whisper, then to air.
you’ll never get away with this.
but you would. you knew you would. and that’s why you took your own sweet time cleaning the site where your hand just was, pulling your glove back on and fishing out your needles and making four incisions; one on each elbow, and on the back of each palm. just as you always had. you traced your gloved fingers along his jaw, cold and dead, the permanent plea on the tip of his tongue. it was such a pity, that he’d fought till his last breath and still lost.
it was true whatever they said about you, you thought as you pulled out your scalpel. that no one was safe from you. the only real way to put themselves out of danger was to keep themselves out of sight, out of mind. because once you set your eyes on someone, you didn’t stop chasing them until they were in front of you, your scalpel in their throat, dragging down, down, down.
the man’s skin split open like rubber, and once you made your initial incision, pinpricks of the little blood he had left rising to the surface, coating your pristinely white gloves, you dived in with greedy hands, like a vulture descending upon its prey. like a predator, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. your fingers, alive with electricity, the static of your feast before you.
you consumed. you devoured. you lived, fisting handfuls of flesh in each hand and prying it apart, the elasticity of the human skin the only testament to a dead man’s resistance. you uncovered inch by inch of glorious organ, of crimson stained ivory, of burst blood vessel. all pink and red and wet, and you want to make a mess, want to paint yourself in the remnants of this man’s blood and carry it home with you. you swore you have never felt so alive at the side of a dead man’s body.
one singular rose petal, fitted snugly in between the lungs.
your cheeks tingled, face numb, and walked back home.
“they’ve done it again.”
the whispers on the street whistle like fallen leaves kicked up in the wind, rustling against the cool asphalt of the road.
“the crimson reaper’s back.”
keigo barely makes it two seconds into his day before the pager buzzes.
“did you hear who they killed this time?”
you’re half awake when he asks.
“baby?”
you hum, softly, knowingly.
“who did you kill last night?”
you open your eyes, and look at him through hooded lids. he’s pacing your room, golden eyes distraught, and all you do is smile at him.
seems like you already know.
#keigo x reader#keigo takami x reader#hawks x reader#hawks smut#keigo takami smut#darkhera#tw.killing#tw.murder#tw.gore#tw.blood#tw.somnophilia#tw.daddy kink#hawks baby <3#hera loves hawks#writing tag#owtw collab#.top
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🍙 88) "Your sugar daddy/mama know you come to me for a good fuck? Be nice if they did, maybe they could pay me to be your toy." SANZU pls <3
ask game!!
DANGER - S. HARUCHIYO
✦ pairing ↷ Bonten!Sanzu Haruchiyo x sugar baby!f!reader
✦ tws ↷ NSFW, fingering, edging, daddy kink, public sex, cheating (yn "cheats" her sugar daddy), pet names, a bit of degradation towards the end (sanzu's thoughts), poor beta-reading
✦ note ↷ sanzu screams 'fucking in the bathroom while mikey is doing business', obvs koko will then scold him so yep. here again to demostrate that both akashis love calling their s/o 'sweetcheeks'
reblogs and comments are appreciated!!
If someone told you two hours before, that you would find yourself bent over the bathroom sink, in a club owned by Bonten, and fucked by said number two, you would have laughed at them.
Sanzu Haruchiyo, Bonten’s number two and “Mad Dog”, as some call him, had caught your attention the moment he and his boss entered the room. You were seated next to your new sugar daddy, an old man who couldn’t satisfy your lust, but at least he had money. When you saw him, your eyes shifted to his cyan hues, such bright and dangerous eyes attracted you like a moth to a flame.
His entire aura screamed danger, but you have always been the careless girl, the rule-breaker and the girl seeking for adrenaline.
A few sweet promises murmured in your sugar daddy’s ear, whose name was now a blurry whisper in the back of your mind, and you left him and went to the bathroom. Before leaving the room, you bat your eye-lashes to the pink-haired man, making sure he would understand the message.
When you heard a few minutes later, the bathroom’s door closing and a presence behind, you knew you succeeded.
“Ya know, pretty girl, that playing with fire is dangerous, right?” He asks smirking, you giggle wrapping your arms around his neck, bending him closer to your height.
“I’m a bad girl, so what will you do, pinkie?” You tease him, your hands going down, playfully tugging his belt.
“Pinkie? Want to see what this ‘pinkie’ can do?” He chuckles before pulling you in a heated kiss. You close your eyes, letting him have control over you, and your fingers tug his pink strands.
Haruchiyo places you on top of the sink, his fingers find their way under your skirt, quickly pushing aside your panties. You moan loudly when you feel two fingers, knuckles deep inside you, trying to not lose your balance, you grip onto his shirt, nails digging in his arm. Moans and swearing leave your mouth, as his fingers scissor and curl, touching your deepest parts.
You feel overwhelmed, in all those months your sugar daddy never once touched you like this! He wasn’t capable of making you lose your control, and he couldn’t make you sing like Haruchiyo does.
You could feel it, your so wanted orgasm was near, but before you can notice, he already removed his fingers.
Your eyes water at your ruined orgasm, so you try to persuade him using your puppy eyes, but his grin shows he will not succumb.
He tilts your chin to pull you in another kiss, biting and nibbling your soft lips, and you moan again.
“Your sugar daddy know you come to me for a good fuck? Be nice if he did, maybe he could pay me to be your toy.”
“I would prefer changing sugar daddy… He bored me to death. And now I found a new good daddy who will spoil me.”
His eyes shine with lust “Turn around, sweetcheeks, I’m gonna spoil ya, for good.”
Thighs trembling in excitement, you turn around, bending over the sink and spreading your legs for him.
You feel his chest on your back, as his hands swiftly remove your skirt, and something hard is poking against your entrance.
“Gonna fill you up so good, that you will only babble my name, clear?” He whispers in your ear, and you can only whimper.
“P-Please daddy, make me yours!”
Haruchiyo smirks as he enters in you, his cock stretching your walls and filling you up, your eyes roll back from the pleasure. He can’t wait to ruin you and turn you into his personal little cocksleeve~
✦ tagging ↷ @haitaniapologist @rnht @aftermxxn @momoewn @qiqi-tutu @giyuu23 @nalyana @savagemickey03
#✒️ - aria writes#🎀- vitium#tokyo revengers x reader#tokyo revengers x y/n#tokyo revengers x you#tokyo rev smut#tokyorev smut#tr smut#tokrev smut#sanzu haruchiyo x reader#sanzu haruchiyo x you#sanzu haruchiyo smut#tokyo revengers smut#tw.daddy kink#tw.public sex#tw.edging
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hello sweet fairy i have a really good question for u <3 what bllk characters u think are daddy, niichan and uncle material? (the kind of ones we like ofc ofc 🫣)
OOOOO fUn fun fUNN omg ₍ᐢ ›̥̥̥ ༝ ‹̥̥̥ ᐢ₎ ok
DEGEN FATHER: kunigami, AIKU, kaiser (absolute degenerate), REO, baRO, nagi, yukimiya, shidou, loki, prince
SISCONs: isagi, bachira, rIN AND SAE, also kunigami, otOYAAA, CHIGIRI is such a siscon it makes me sick, kira :((, luna, NAGI
GRIMY UNCLES: raichi, gagamaru, KARASU, nikko, aryu, alSO KIRA here wOOF, SHIDOU!!!, and e g o if I gotta put him somewhere
#tw.incest#tw.daddy#I know I missed sOME Of them for sure but this is all I could think of#making me spiRALLL I could talk about all of these in detail bYE#honey mail
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top 3 kinks?
Edging, daddy/mommy kink, choking.
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I don't know if this was already requested before but could I request pre-estsblished relationship, submas twins(separately). Reader calls them daddy for the first time. Can be sexual or not sexual but I had a feeling are top dom Emmett will take it that way. XD
- Meli anon
At first I was like ‘what? No! That’s against rules!’ Then I remembered me and my dumbass friends belting out loud fake moans of the most cursed shit at each other…so yes you may. I did use a meme as inspiration tho.
🔞18+Only!🔞
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🔲Ingo🔲
- being best friends with your crush is amazing and painful.
- Even more so when you are as close as you and Ingo are.
- You relax the older twin, you bring joy to his life and help him be a little more fun.
- While he is your rock, he helps keep you in check.
- Of course this doesn’t stop his love for you, he is just so scared about ruining your friendship and losing you forever. For now he is just content on having you as a friend.
“I don’t understand why you watch my matches online, you do know you can ask me and I’ll happily allow you in my train cart, right?”
You look up from your phone to your dear friend. His permanent frown seems to have deepened, ah that just won’t do.
You chuckle before saying in the deepest voice you could comically muster.
“I’m tryna see where I can call you daddy.”
You snort before doubling over laughing loudly at his stunned face.
Your laughter echoes in his home before falling somewhat silent, the only sound you make anyone just desperate gasps for air.
You’re laughing yourself to tears and you slowly slide off his couch.
He only stares at you, questioning everything, but he can’t help but feel a little flushed.
Ingo sighs loudly “I can’t believe I love you sometimes.”
He hears you take a deep breathe of air “you WHAT?”
You choke, trying to breathe and finish laughing at the same time.
Oh no.
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🔳Emmet🔳
- oh the chaos you two bring.
- He adores you and whatever you say.
- No matter what! Emmet is a very sweet, affectionate man, even if he does have a crush on you that doesn’t free you from his hugs.
- Unlike his brother, you’re always welcomed on his train cart even if it’s just to keep him company.
- He offers everyday to take you to work with him, cause he gets so lonely! And it’s soooo boring waiting for challengers.
- This has led to trainers walking in on the funniest or dumbest conversations known to man.
- Today however is different.
“I’m verrry tired of people saying something about my monotoned voice, like I’m sooo sorry I can’t sound like your anime waifu!”
You snort at Emmet’s rant.
“Sorry I can’t ‘homph’ while eating.”
You’re cackling at his poor attempts to mimic the sound, this bit was too good to pass up.
“They just want you to coo at them with some emotions Em!”
Emmet rolls his eyes and huffs into a pout.
You take a dramatic pose on the subway seats.
“Oh daddy Emmet won’t you please call me oh so sweetly your good darling!” You finish saying as you lay across the seats in a relaxed ‘draw me like one of your Kalos girls’ pose.
Completely missing how he perks up at the new title.
“Oh?”
You hum and look at him, your expression morphs into confusion at Emmet’s own expression.
While true he’s an expressive man, he has a light blush dusted across his cheeks, his breathing seems to be uneven, his smile looks crooked, along with him looking like he’s fighting drool.
“Uh…Em?”
“H-huh? Oh! Right, I am sorry! Anyways!”
He speeds right passed your suspicious look and rambling about something.
You wonder what’s up with your friend.
You don’t need to know he’s thinking about taking you on those subway seats and fill you with his undying love.
#smut#spicy#🔞🔞🔞#pokemon#pokemon imagines#pokemon x reader#pokémon#pokemon ingo#pokemon ingo x reader#pokemon emmet#pokemon emmet x reader#pokemon submas#pokemon submas x reader smut#pokemon smut#pokemon x reader smut#tw.daddy kink
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i was going through your "daddy stuff" tag and OH GOOD LORD
c-can i have some hcs of daddy akaashi keiji maaaybe? 👉👈
i love that tag smm and HNGGG daddy akaashi 😵💫 so so good to his favorite girl, coos in your ear while he fucks you slowly, as slow as the rubs of his thumb on your clit. loves it when you whine and beg so prettily for him. enjoys nibbling on your cheek when you clench around him. praises you so much, shit like “you’re always such a good girl for daddy. you’re my sweet sweet girl.”
#GOODNIGHT#man i forgot how feral i get when i talk about daddy stuff 😵💫#number 1 k!nk indeed 😩#[ 🂢 ] – nonnie#[ 🂡 ] – jul replies#tw.daddy kink.
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NAUGHTY STRAWBERRY
Character/s: stepfather!Ran Haitani & stepuncle!Rindou Haitani
Warnings: f!reader, explicit sex, mature language, consensual non-con, stepcest, implied age gap, mentions of cheating, threesome, anal sex, double vag penetration (ran and rindou’s dicks touch ofc), daddy kink, cum play, cum swallowing, manhandling, bonten era although not mentioned, mentions of death, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.
Note: this is for bby aly @riszu hope u like it 🤭💕
Synopsis: Welcoming your stepfather Ran home can vary from the usual greetings to getting fucked by him and his brother.
WC: 2.3k
Dress shoes pattering from the front door had your left brow rising. The hairs on the back of your neck stand as a form of a salute at the familiar sound steadily growing louder enough to be heard from where you are sitting in your bedroom just ten feet away. Be called crazy or maybe even paranoid, but from the countless times Haitani Ran comes and goes as he pleased into your quaint tiny home he gifted you, memorizing his footsteps wasn’t the oddest ability you have honed since he was welcomed into your life. No, scratch that, he wasn’t exactly welcomed by you. It was your mother’s idea before she decided to leave the earth after a not-so-coincidental household accident months back.
Nothing can always be a coincidence when a Haitani lives under your roof.
Knowing the song and dance like the back of your hand, the bright red nail polish you were about to open and apply to your nails was left open on the desk the moment you stood up. A bowl of frozen strawberries you were snacking on is left to thaw next to it. Feet silently clambering away from your room and to whatever place that seemed a great hiding spot. The beat of your heart was like a drum that has lost all reason, hammering against your ear as you searched high and low. Terrified at the chance of getting caught for the hundredth time, the initial plan to head for the back door was foiled at the sight of the knob twisting only to fail miserably since you haven’t forgotten to lock it. By the wise words of Ran, you have to lock all doors when you were home alone. But in this case, you and Ran weren’t alone—never have been since the death of your mother.
Shit. All known curses raced through your mind akin to a bullet train as you head upstairs to where Ran’s room was. The last time you were trapped in the bathroom by the kitchen, that didn’t end well for you. A hand clasped over your mouth to muffle your breathing, you hid behind his closet. And now, you waited. While hiding in his closet seemed to be asking for it, you knew the last place he’ll be checking is his room. That would give you ample time to think and plot where to hide next. Although, this would prove to be a bit more challenging because someone else was around to play your usual games. One who was eagerly looking forward to this occurrence, unable to mask his excitement when his brother approved.
“Sweetheart? Where are you?”
Ran drawling out your name caused a chill to run down your spine, back straight against his neatly folded clothes that exuded the comforting scent of the fabric softener that did little to no help. The tiny space slowly suffocating had you regretting choosing the closet as a hiding spot at the lack of legroom and provided low visibility of the room outside. However, it was too late to go out and find another alternative now. Not when your stepfather was actively seeking you out, calling your name in that sickly sweet tone that often spelled trouble.The exact tone he used to lure you into the guest room when your mother was out shopping for groceries, having your legs spread out for him so he could wet his dick because she isn’t the one he loves. Molding your pussy with the shape of his cock while his wife was out shopping for ingredients for dinner on a Saturday night. And you let him do so willingly. To have him bend you to his will and never have you feel the onslaught or an ounce of guilt that should still be present even after her death. That’s what he’s good at, after all.
Ran was good at making you feel the ecstatic emotion of never giving a shit to a point you figured it was alright to sleep with him. Your mother is just in the other room across yours. Shame, shame, shame. You should’ve felt ashamed. It should make you feel like a sicko, not as if you’ve opened the golden gates of heaven and tasting ambrosia directly from his lips whenever you are with him.
What a bad daughter you are for enjoying his games.
“Are you here?”
The door to his bedroom swung open, creaking under the weight of his hand, alerting you of his presence. Holding your breath, your lungs slightly burned at how long you stayed there, barely letting anything out—to keep this game going. It was far too early for him to catch you. Ran loves his little games after all. Without a challenge, his mood was sure to plummet faster than the vase left shattered on the ground the day your mother’s body was found by the couch. Cold and lifeless eyes staring back at you, all so he could keep you by his side at night. The empty side of his bed was warmer with you in it than the oozing crimson tainting the carpet that took so much effort to clean and dispose of. Who would’ve known your stepfather was good at finding the stuff he broke from the shattered porcelain to the carpet online to replace the dirty one?
“Where are you hidin’, pretty thing?” A ghost of a smirk was on his lips, violets searching high and low for any sign of you. Utter silence swept through the area save for your heartbeat banging louder than anything in your ear. But you shouldn’t really underestimate him. Haven’t you learned from the best? Ran was never one you could easily fool, those limpid lavender irises that looked at you with love now staring down at your crouching form with maliciousness. “Found ‘ya, darling.” Pupils darker than the closet you hid from. A squeak escaped your lips at the way he harshly grabbed you by your wrist, ass stinging as it skids on the floor before you stood up with wobbly legs like a newborn fawn about to be devoured by the lions taking refuge in your home.
“N-no, lemme go—”
A cry out of pain shoots up your nerves from the slap he gave your left ass cheek. Lips in a downturn as he dragged you downstairs, cooing whenever you tried to break free from his grip. Eyes widened a fracture at the sight of his younger brother chilling on the couch like he was expecting this. Haitani Rindou, tired from his paperwork, instantly perked up at the sight of you in merely panties and a silk camisole. A grin quick to spread across his handsome face enough to make a woman’s pussy go damp. Those muscles flexed underneath the white shirt he wore, sleeves rolled back exposing those protruding veins running up his hands. The sound of your meek and pathetic cry for Ran to set you free went straight to the two men’s dicks that twitched underneath their slacks. Your cheek pressed hard against Rindou’s bulge, his legs wide open while he grinned at your feeble position. Both of your hands were rendered useless as Ran had them pinned to your back. The tip of his dress shoe nudging your ass up in the air. Whimpering at how it brushed against your clothed damp sex.
“Such a pretty girl, isn’t she, Rin?”
“Yeah, I can see why you kept this a secret for too long,” Rindou grunted, fingers wrapped around your hair to pull your head up to see fat tears rolling down your cheeks. “So cute. Afraid I’ll take her away from ‘ya?”
“Don’t be stupid, Rin,” Ran scoffed, running his palm up to your ass before squeezing the fat there. “You know I didn’t want that hag to find out I was fucking better pussy.”
“You wouldn’t mind if I used her mouth, right? Fuck, why am I even asking when I’ll be tasting more than just this mouth,” Rindou sneered, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, slapping the red angry tip of his cock against your lips. Seeing your defiance, he huffed and pulled at your hair again, eliciting a cry. “Open that mouth, slut. If you know what’s good for ‘ya.”
“N-no—”
“I said, open up. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Being denied didn’t suit them well, you know this for far too long. And even if you memorized the script down to the dot, the brothers’ intentions were always a surprise. Gurgling around the girthy length of Rindou’s cock, your cum filled gummy walls were occupied with Ran’s long one that never fails to hit that delicious spot. Tits bouncing at the harsh pistoning of his hips, pussy folds stinging at every stretch his cock did on your unprepared hole. Sobbing at the tip bullying your uvula, a throaty groan followed by a whine bubbled out of your throat at the sudden intrusion in your other hole. Ass cheeks parted, Ran hissed as he sunk his cock into your puckered hole slowly. Egged on by your desperate pleas muffled by Rindou fucking into your throat. Clit throbbing despite your pussy being empty now. The evidence of Ran fucking and stretching it was the ache and his cum that remained.
“Such a good whore, huh?” Pride swelling in his chest, Ran grinned at the idea of you reducing not only him but his brother too, to such an animalistic state. “Told ‘ya my darlin’ is good. Why do you think I always rush home afterward, huh?”
“F-fuck, she sucks dick so good too—ah…”
“S-shtop, plewse!”
Popping out of your mouth, drool and pre-cum connected your tongue to Rindou’s dick. Lips sore and chin glistening with your spit. Furiously rubbing his cock, Rindou hissed as he spurted his creamy cum onto your surprised face, dripping down your lashes down to your parted lips and chin. A salacious smile on his face caused your heart to skip a beat. Scooping up his semen with his index finger, your stepuncle was quick to shove it down your mouth. The taste is salty and a bit bitter. Even now, they manhandled you to their every whim, back now pressed against Rindou’s inked chest while your ankles dug into Ran’s shoulders, both of their cocks were still pounding into your abused holes. Your juices combined with both of their cum splattered around your cunt, thighs, and ass cheeks. The brothers’ pelvis and the base of their cocks weren’t safe from the sticky substance. Nor was the couch.
High-pitched moans and sobs mingled with the grunts that filled the living room. Loud enough to alert anyone nearby who isn't wise enough to know to leave and mind their own business. It is, after all, a quaint neighborhood that never snooped into the houses’ occupants. And this served Haitani Ran and you well, being able to continue such a taboo relationship even though the bonds have been broken since your mother died. Freely exercising the debauchery of it all.
But what had the blood leaving your cheeks and pushing against your stepfather’s chest was the suggestion he threw into the hazy atmosphere that instantly cleared your mind for a second.
“Think this pretty cunt of hers can take us both, Rin?”
Catching wind of what his older brother is about to do, Rindou fought back the urge to laugh at your appalling reaction before nodding. “Wouldn’t doubt it for a second. Such a filthy slutty pussy she has.” To prove his point, his hand went straight to lightly slap on your clit which had you keening instantly. Gushing around Ran’s length, you swore your vision was starting to double when he tapped on your cheek. Violets staring right into your eyes, hoping you could still understand him. A moment to catch your breaths as Rindou sat up, getting ready himself as his older brother checked on you.
“Remember our safeword, yeah, sweetheart?”
Head slightly dizzy, you blinked a few times. Nodding, you hummed in added response and leaned in to press a kiss to his lips. Despite the taste of Rindou’s salty cum on your lips, Ran swore you tasted like strawberries—sweet and tangy. Humming into the kiss, he unwillingly pulled away to which you pouted at the loss of contact. Immediately resuming his role, Ran squished your cheeks together harshly, puckering your lips as he grinned at how vulnerable you are.
“Good.” Pushing you back to lay against Rindou once more, Ran lined up his cock with his brother’s up to your cunt’s entrance. “Now, be an obedient whore and take us in nice and easy for daddy, ‘kay?” The moment that statement left his lips, Ran slid into your pussy once more, lips parting. Hissing at the abrupt penetration, you mewled into the air. “Fuck, still so tight. How's this pussy still squeezing me?”
Once Rindou started squeezing into your stuffed cunt, tears formed and rolled down your eyes at how unpleasant it was the first time. Taking in two cocks wasn't a walk in the park after all, especially when both of them started thrusting at once. Groaning in unison at the way your warm walls hugged their cocks, milking them again for what seemed like the nth time for today. Nails digging into your stepfather’s forearms, a soft whine was what you elicited when their hips started picking up pace. Ecstasy was close to swallowing you up whole in the process at the way they fucked into you like feral bunnies in heat. It wasn’t until Rindou pinched your puffy clit that had your bones rattled, keening, and gushing around both of their cocks. Lungs gasping for air after the draining yet welcomed activity, a stupid smile graced your fucked out face. Beyond satisfied yet ready for more. The flavor of strawberry tingled the brothers’ taste buds as you kissed them both for a job well done.
“Another round, princess?”
Oh, how could you refuse?
“Yes, daddy. Would like that very much.”
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i literally cannot deal with the daddy/mommy kink. some others make me cringe too :(
(ex: babygirl, princess) i can’t😿😿
yknow, princess works for me ! i like it, buuuut when we're talking about babygirl? PLS ☠☠ i HATE it and I don't even have a good reason behind my dislike for it, it just... doesn't work for me? i'd rather swallow the water of Rio de Janeiro's Guanabara Bay than have to put a "babygirl" on something I write or have to listen/read this pls
btw, I'm still standing on the opinion of: hate daddy kink, but like mommy kink
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