#balance unlimited smut

[eroticdarling]

♫ Never Loose Me ♫

♬ Daisuke x PocFem!Reader ♫

You and Daisuke are having one of y'all nightly midnight driving sessions in his black Rolls-Royce Wraith, midnight driving around the fluorescent city of Tokyo.

The drive seemed boring this time cause the car was filled with silence. To brighten the atmosphere, you decided to get the aux cord to put on 'Never Lose Me' by Flo Milli, but it was a slowed version.

Daisuke had an Auralism kink, which was something only you were aware of, except at the moment you just wanted to have fun. You were in a very good mood, singing along to the song as you did a little dance, making the man across from you roll his eyes with a soft smile.

In the middle of vibing to the music, Daisuke reached over to place his hand on your plush thigh, gently caressing the soft flesh. Knowing what he wanted since it was from the music, you didn't go against it. Not to mention, there was a little surprise if he went further up.

The same hand that's placed on your thigh rubbed its way up from your thigh-high socks to under your skirt where he touched the crease between your pussy and thigh.

He was taken aback, accompanied by the smirk that came across his face yet continued to make his way to your clit. Circling it with one hand on the wheel, he focused on the half-empty roads.

He didn't need to look at how you were reacting to his touch because the small noises you made spoke for itself. Your soft moans were like music, making his dick want to feel the way your walls fluttered around him like he's never had it before.

As your low sounds flowed into his ears like water, he could picture lewd images of himself with you in the backseat.

He imagined you writhing under him when he's balls deep in your pussy filling you up with his cock in a face-down ass-up position. Making you take all nine inches of him even if you're begging him to stop.

All these erotic thoughts made his erection feel tight in his pants with a question lingering in his mind. What was stopping him from making his vision a reality?

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Unspoken connotations

Summary: Daisuke Kambe, a reserved and wealthy detective, finds himself drawn to Y/N, a spirited woman enamored with the world of street racing. Their paths cross unexpectedly at a racing event, leading to a series of encounters marked by unspoken connections and shared moments.

WC: 3k

It was a chilly night, the air thick with the scent of gasoline and excitement. I had been observing Y/N's race when a sudden turn of events led to our first interaction. Her car came to an abrupt stop beside me, the roar of the engines dying down as she removed her helmet, revealing her long brown hair and striking green eyes.

"Detective Kambe," she spoke, her voice calm yet tinged with an edge of curiosity. "What brings you to our little racing world?"

Her gaze bore into mine, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Her beauty was undeniable – long brown locks framing her face, bangs falling gracefully over her forehead, and captivating green eyes that held a story untold.

Caught off guard by her directness, I collected myself. "I'm merely an enthusiast of fast cars and the allure of the night," I replied, my tone calculated yet genuine.

She offered a coy smile, a subtle hint of mischief dancing in her eyes. "Enthusiast or detective, which one is it, Detective Kambe?" Her words, laced with a touch of challenge, hinted at her awareness of my dual identity.

For a brief moment, our eyes met, and in that fleeting exchange, I felt a connection – an unspoken understanding that transcended the roles we found ourselves in.

As she put her helmet back on, readying herself for another race, I couldn't help but be captivated by her demeanor, her allure, and the mystery that surrounded her.

Little did I know, that brief encounter would mark the beginning of a journey, a slow unraveling of our intertwined fates, where lines between duty and affection would blur, and a forbidden connection would blossom in the midst of secrets and speed.

Haru Kato, my steadfast friend and colleague, invited me for a night out, hoping to lighten my spirits amidst the weight of my undercover investigations. As we sat in the bustling bar, my attention inadvertently drifted to the far corner where she was - Y/N, surrounded by her group of friends, laughter and energy radiating from their table.

"Daisuke, you seem distracted tonight," Kato remarked, noticing my gaze fixated across the room.

I hesitated, torn between the complexities of my emotions and the professional facade I was accustomed to. "It's nothing, Kato. Just caught up in my thoughts."

He followed my line of sight and, recognizing the subject of my distraction, a mischievous glint danced in his eyes. "Ah, I see. It's the street racer, isn't it?"

Caught off guard by his astuteness, I attempted to dismiss it. "There's no connection, Kato. It's part of my investigation."

Kato chuckled knowingly. "Investigation or not, you're smitten, my friend. Why not go over there and talk to her? Life's too short to miss chances."

His words lingered, stirring a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts within me. Reluctance intertwined with curiosity, and before I could ponder further, Kato nudged me in the direction of Y/N's table.

"You're Detective Kambe, remember?" he encouraged. "Confidence is your forte."

With a mixture of trepidation and resolve, I approached her table. As I drew nearer, her eyes met mine, an unspoken recognition sparking between us.

"Mind if I join you?" I spoke, attempting to mask the flutter of nerves beneath my composed facade.

Her friends exchanged glances, amused by the unexpected intrusion, yet Y/N's gaze held a hint of curiosity tinged with a touch of familiarity.

"Sure, take a seat," she replied, a subtle hint of intrigue woven in her words.

In that moment, amidst the clinks of glasses and distant chatter, our worlds collided - a detective and a street racer, their paths intertwining in an unexpected encounter that would set the stage for a journey fraught with complexities, desire, and a magnetic pull neither could deny.

The next day dawned with an air of restlessness lingering around Daisuke Kambe. Despite his day off from work, thoughts of Y/N occupied every corner of his mind, stubbornly refusing to fade. Determined to break free from the grip of her presence, he embarked on a series of distractions.

He attempted to bury himself in routine tasks, hoping to drown out the echo of her laughter and the memory of their brief encounter. Cleaning became his refuge, the meticulous arrangement of his lavish home a mere attempt to impose order upon the chaos swirling within him.

Every surface gleamed under his careful touch, yet the tranquility that usually accompanied such meticulousness eluded him today. As he meticulously arranged his belongings, his thoughts kept drifting back to her - her laughter, her eyes, and the inexplicable pull she seemed to have on him.

With each task completed, he found himself standing in the stillness of his impeccably arranged home, the silence echoing the turmoil of his thoughts. The memory of her smile lingered, disrupting the carefully constructed walls around his heart.

The day unfolded into a string of failed distractions, each attempt to occupy his mind proving futile. Y/N's presence lingered in the spaces between his thoughts, her essence seeping into the very fabric of his being.

Despite his efforts to distance himself, he couldn't deny the magnetism that drew him to her, a force stronger than reason, stronger than duty. She had ignited a spark within him, one that refused to be extinguished, setting ablaze a yearning he struggled to comprehend.

As the day waned and the sun dipped beneath the horizon, Daisuke Kambe found himself standing by the window, gazing into the fading light, a silent admission resonating within him - he couldn't escape the allure of Y/N, nor could he resist the pull that urged him to seek her out once more.

Y/N could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins as she prepared for the night's race. The stakes were high; important people had put their bets on her, and failure wasn't an option. With each passing second, the anticipation and pressure grew.

As the starting signal pierced the air, she surged ahead, navigating the city streets with the precision of a seasoned racer. The familiar rush of speed coursed through her, but amidst the exhilaration, thoughts of Daisuke Kambe infiltrated her mind, a distraction she hadn't anticipated.

Her focus wavered as memories of their brief encounter swirled within her, causing her to miss a crucial turn. Panic surged through her, realizing her mistake, but it was too late. Her error cost her the lead, effectively taking her out of the race.

The screeching halt of her car marked the end of her hopes for victory, but she remained undeterred. Stepping out of the vehicle, she faced the consequences of her misstep. The air was thick with tension as demands for the return of bets grew more aggressive, the weight of impending trouble pressing down upon her.

Just as the situation seemed dire and the crowd closed in around her, a familiar presence intervened. Through the chaos, Daisuke emerged, a beacon of calm amidst the storm.

"Is there a problem here?" his voice resonated with authority, cutting through the tension.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, relief flooding through her. She found herself at a loss for words as Daisuke, with his unwavering presence, shielded her from the encroaching trouble.

With an air of effortless authority, he diffused the escalating situation, his mere presence commanding respect. The demands for money quieted down, and a sense of calm settled over the chaotic scene.

In that moment, amidst the chaos and the flickering city lights, Y/N couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude and an unfamiliar warmth toward Daisuke, a realization that his presence seemed to bring a sense of safety and reassurance she hadn't known she needed.

As Daisuke drove Y/N home that night, a sense of quiet understanding settled between them. The night enveloped them in a calming silence, broken only by the faint hum of the car's engine and the soft notes of music playing in the background.

"Thank you for the ride, Daisuke," Y/N spoke softly as they approached her house.

"It was my pleasure," he replied, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer before she stepped out of the car.

Before she disappeared into her house, he spoke up, "I'll be at your next race."

A hint of surprise flashed across her face, but a smile curved at the corner of her lips. "I'll hold you to that promise, Detective Kambe."

With a nod and a subtle smile, she disappeared into her home, leaving Daisuke to watch her until she was safely inside.

As he made his way back to his own residence, thoughts of their brief conversation lingered in his mind. Once inside, he noticed a piece of paper on the dashboard, a hastily scribbled number – her number.

A smile crept onto his face as he realized she'd left it for him. Without hesitation, he picked up his phone and sent her a text, a simple message confirming their encounter at the next race.

In the following days, Daisuke found himself increasingly drawn to Y/N's world of speed and thrill. While his days were consumed with work, whenever he had a chance, he couldn't resist watching her races. Her unparalleled skill and finesse on the tracks captivated him, each victory leaving him in a state of silent awe.

Her eyes, illuminated with determination and passion as she crossed the finish line, held a certain allure that enticed him. It was in those moments, amidst the rush of victory, that Daisuke witnessed a glimmer of her true spirit, and it left him enchanted.

Despite the bustling energy of the racing scene, it was Y/N's post-race interactions with him that made his heart skip a beat. The way she spoke to him, her eyes reflecting a warmth that seemed reserved for him alone, had a way of lighting up his world.

Their conversations, brief yet meaningful, held a charm of their own. The camaraderie that began to blossom between them, built upon mutual respect and shared moments, left Daisuke feeling an unfamiliar sense of happiness.

He found himself eagerly anticipating their encounters, cherishing the moments when they could steal a few words amidst the chaos of the races. Her presence had become a source of solace in the whirlwind of his daily life, and the connection they shared held a promise of something more profound than he had ever anticipated.

As the days passed, Daisuke couldn't deny the impact Y/N had on him. Her passion, her unwavering spirit, and the way she effortlessly brought joy into his life began to unravel the walls around his heart, slowly weaving her way into the very fabric of his thoughts.

The pulsating energy of the racing scene subsided as Y/N stepped off the track, her expression a mix of exhilaration and fatigue. Amidst the scattered cheers and congratulatory remarks, she spotted Daisuke observing from a distance.

Their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them. As she approached him, a tired yet content smile graced her lips.

"Detective Kambe, fancy seeing you here again," she greeted, her tone playful yet tinged with a genuine warmth reserved for their interactions.

"Your performance was exceptional, as always," he complimented, a note of admiration laced in his words.

She chuckled softly. "Thank you. It's the thrill of the chase that keeps me going."

Their conversations flowed effortlessly, a comfortable ease settling between them. Amidst the chatter about the night's race and the rush of emotions, they shared anecdotes and glimpses of their contrasting lives.

Daisuke found himself opening up more than usual, sharing snippets of his meticulously controlled life, while Y/N offered insights into the chaotic yet invigorating world of street racing.

Their exchanges held a certain magnetism, an unspoken understanding that transcended their different worlds. Each conversation seemed to draw them closer, weaving threads of familiarity and companionship.

As they parted ways, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of joy in their connection, a sentiment mirrored in the subtle smile that lingered on Daisuke's face.

Their post-race conversations had become a cherished ritual, a sanctuary amidst the bustling chaos of their individual lives, a space where their worlds intersected, if only for a brief moment.

That night as Daisuke returned home he felt a buzz in his pocket picking it up to find a message from y/n. “Can we meet at the park Wednesday?”. He immediately replied “ yes of course.” On the outside he look calm but inside he was frightened for how the night is going to go.

The city lights blurred into a gentle glow as Y/N and Daisuke strolled through the park. The tranquility of the night enveloped them, the air laced with a serene calmness.

As they approached a secluded bench, Y/N couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves mingled with excitement. She took a deep breath, gathering her courage as they settled down, gazing up at the twinkling stars.

"Detective Kambe," she began, her voice soft, yet tinged with a hint of uncertainty.

He turned to her, his gaze attentive and inviting.

"There's something I've been wanting to tell you," Y/N continued, her eyes meeting his with a mix of hesitation and sincerity. "It's about how I feel."

Daisuke's expression remained composed, yet his eyes held a curious anticipation.

"You've become such an important part of my life," she confessed, her voice steady but filled with emotion. "Your presence brings me a sense of comfort and happiness I've never known before."

She paused, gathering her thoughts before continuing, "I... I think I've developed feelings for you, Detective Kambe."

Silence lingered between them, the weight of her words hanging in the air. Y/N waited with bated breath, uncertain of his reaction.

Daisuke, ever composed, held her gaze with a thoughtful expression, his eyes reflecting a myriad of emotions. His response was measured yet genuine.

"Y/N, your presence in my life has been... unexpected yet profound," he admitted, his tone carrying a hint of vulnerability. "You've brought a sense of joy and understanding that I've come to cherish."

A serene silence settled between them, the twinkling stars overhead providing a gentle backdrop to the vulnerable moment they shared.

Their unspoken feelings hung in the air, a silent understanding passing between them, each aware of the uncharted territory their hearts had entered.

The tranquility of the night enveloped them, the air filled with a sense of vulnerability and anticipation. Y/N's heart raced, unsure of how Daisuke would respond to her confession.

"You've given me a perspective I never knew existed," Daisuke continued, his voice carrying a rare sincerity. "Your passion, your dedication – they've left an indelible mark on me."

He turned his gaze to the star-filled sky, as if searching for the right words amidst the constellations. "Y/N, I believe what we share is... special. Your presence has become an integral part of my life."

A subtle smile graced Y/N's lips, relief and contentment washing over her. The weight of unspoken emotions had found a voice, weaving a connection between them stronger than mere words could convey.

Their eyes met again, a silent understanding passing between them. In the soft glow of the night, under the canopy of stars, a fragile yet beautiful bond had blossomed, built upon shared moments and unspoken emotions.

As they sat in companionable silence, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the gentle rustle of leaves and the quiet symphony of their hearts beating in unison.

Their conversations flowed effortlessly, weaving tales of triumphs and tribulations, laying bare the intricacies of their lives. As they walked, the park transformed into a sanctuary where time seemed to stand still, enveloping them in a cocoon of shared moments.

With each step, the distance between them diminished, replaced by an unspoken understanding and a burgeoning connection. Y/N found herself drawn to the enigmatic yet compassionate nature of Daisuke, while he discovered a sense of liberation in her spirited presence.

As they paused by a secluded spot, the quietude of the night enveloped them, their gazes lingering in a shared moment of unspoken emotions. It was amidst the serenity of that night, beneath the star-studded sky, that they realized their hearts had found solace in each other's company.

The gentle breeze carried an unspoken promise, whispering secrets of a future yet to unfold. It was in that moment that they silently acknowledged the depth of their feelings, a silent vow to explore the uncharted territories of their budding relationship.

With a shared smile that spoke volumes, they knew that this moment, amidst the tranquil park and the quietude of the night, would forever remain etched in their hearts.

As they bid each other goodnight, a silent understanding lingered between them, carrying the promise of a new beginning. The park, once a simple backdrop, had now become a witness to the tender beginnings of a love story that transcended boundaries.

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I Choose Her | Stand-Alone Series Chapter: 1

Hermione Granger x Slytherin Fem!Reader

Prompt: Hermione gets jealous as she catches you flirting with someone else, but it ends in a heartfelt exchange between the two of you.

Wordcount: 1.6k

Warnings: romilda vane gets rejected like canon, y/n & hermione are soulmates its confirmed, no plot just fluff

Note: a little something to tide you guys over while i work on the final chapter. hope you enjoy! <3

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You harshly shove the Hufflepuff seeker out of the way, he doesn't budge, not until you shoulder him again. This time it unsteadies his broom, in an effort to not lose his balance, he falls back, leaving you alone in pursuit of the Golden Snitch.

You manage to locate the snitch once more, the golden ball just a few paces out of reach, as you extend your hand, you can feel its wing fluttering violently against your fingertips As you attempt to grab it, the flying ball quickly changes course trying to evade you, but you still manage to follow closely behind.

"Come on." You mutter under your breath, you are so close, the ball is practically yours.

Coincidentally, a large gust of wind graces your flight path at just the right moment. You take full advantage of it, picking up a bit of momentum, just enough to trap the Golden Snitch in your grasp.

You then whisk yourself around on the broom to face the stands, stubbornly the Snitch tries to wriggle free, but you hold it firmly still.

A large roar erupts from the audience as you hold up your prize for all to see. They were cheering for you.

The sound is exhilarating, intoxicating. It makes you feel invisible– but there was only one person's cheer worth taking notice.

In a sea of Gryffindors, you find Hermione's gaze. Your grin widens, and she smiles right back at you.

Soon enough an involuntarily blush covers your cheeks, and you are forced to look away.

"Y/n has caught the Golden Snitch. Slytherin wins!"

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The celebration continues well into the evening in the Slytherin common room. Students from all houses fill the space, taking advantage of the unlimited amounts of liquor and butter beer available.

Crabbe and Blaise insist on parading you on their shoulders for the dozenth time tonight, it seems the more intoxicated they get, the harder they find the task of leaving you alone.

“Y/n!, Y/n!, Y/n!” The crowd continues to chant beneath you, and you can only allow yourself to enjoy the moment. Even though the incessant attention from everyone tonight was starting to peeve you slightly.

The only person you wanted to spend time with tonight is Hermione– yet she is nowhere to be found.

“Alright, put me down guys.” You raise your voice over the commotion, and your friends finally oblige, taking you off their shoulders, you let out a breath of relief once your feet touch flat ground.

“If you keep it up, Y/n, we'll win all the games this season.” Pansy claims, her voice closer to a shout.

You merely give her a nod, taking her words for a compliment and nothing more. Deliberately ignoring the sudden sense of crippling responsibility that's been set upon you.

You find yourself looking through the crowd once more, hoping to spot a familiar brown-eyed beauty.

Where is she?

You push through the sea of students, a few of them continue hurling praises at you and taking the opportunity to squeeze your shoulder as a version of acclamation.

By the time you reach the large window by the far side of the room, you are out of breath.

The spot you've escaped to is somewhat secluded, so you are given a chance to gain your bearings, as you silently observe the view of the black lake.

That is, until someone unwelcomed enters your space.

“You were amazing on the pitch today–” Romilda Vane says, standing an inch too close.

You catch a whiff of alcohol on her breath, and your effort to distance yourself fails as she merely sees it as an opportunity to step closer.

“Thanks, Romilda. I didn't realize you liked Quidditch.” You state dismissively, before scanning your surroundings again, for any indication of Hermione.

“I don't, not really..” She replies, and a bold hand on your shoulder snatches your attention once more.

“I like watching you though.” Romilda says, inching even closer, you watch as her gaze manages to find your lips for a moment.

Normally, you'd entertain such a blatant attempt at flirting, especially from someone so attractive– but tonight, you couldn't care less.

Hermione is the only girl you want complimenting you.

Romilda proceeds to brazenly caress your bicep, she gasps slightly after giving your firm muscle a squeeze.

“I bet you could easily lift me.” She remarks suggestively, and you let out a dismissive scoff, but this only urges her to continue eyeing you hungrily– a mere object she'd like to toy with.

“Perhaps we could find out–” You suggest, but immediately regret your effort in humoring her.

Romilda mistakes your words as an invitation. She leans in to meet your lips and you quickly swerve out of the way.

“Some other time.” You quip, subsequently catching sight of a familiar face in the distance You don't even bother letting Romilda down easily before chasing after her.

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“Hermione!” You call out, but the Gryffindor is making it quickly through the crowd. It seemed shouting her name only motivated her to walk further away.

You finally catch up to her in the gallery, outside the common room, the door soon shuts behind you, and the two of you are left alone.

“Hey, slow down–” You say, finally grabbing hold of Hermione’s arm.

“Where are you going?” You ask, but when she turns to look at you, her hardened expression takes you aback.

“Are you alright?” Your ask of real concern is only met with an eye-roll. Hermione groans in frustration as she tries to wrench out of your hold.

“Let me go–” She asks sternly, and you do just that, but her demeanor continues to unnerve you. You could never bear it whenever she was upset with you.

Whatever it is, you plan to rectify it now.

“Hermione..” You coax gently, and the Gryffindor no longer makes the effort to walk away from you, instead she leans against the stone wall, her gaze fixed towards the ground.

You stuff your hands into your pockets as you made the conscious effort to not reach out for her again.

“You know you can talk to me– tell me what's wrong, darling. Was it something I did?” You try once more, and finally, she graces you with a lingering glance.

"Why are you with me? You could have any girl in the school.. anyone you wanted. So why me?” Hermione asks, the faint tremor in her voice breaks you, but you can't help the incredulous look that paints your features.

“Are you really asking me that?” You ask flippantly.

Your carelessness only makes visible tears well up in Hermione's eyes, and you immediately regret opening your mouth.

“Oh– no, I'm sorry. Come here.” You remark frantically, pulling Hermione closer by the waist, and she accepts your embrace.

“I'm sorry.” You repeat earnestly. She buries her face in the crook of your neck, despite herself.

“You have no idea how much you mean to me, do you?” You mutter, as you take in the scent of her hair.

Hermione pulls back to look at you expectantly, and you don't fight the urge to hold her face in both your hands, leaning in to kiss her deeply.

“I think you're brilliant.” You admit as your lips remain less than an inch apart.

“Really?” Hermione breathes out, and you can only smile.

“Yes.” You claim before tilting your head to kiss her jaw. “Being with you.. it's like a dream.” You continue, relishing at the feeling of Hermione shifting closer to feel more of you.

“A dream I never want to wake from.” You utter directly into her ear, before placing a kiss against it.

Hermione shudders in delight, her hand slips up your chest to the collar of your shirt, she clutches it, at an effort to steady herself.

You proceed to kiss her neck, and amidst a series of soft moans, Hermione utters something far more incriminating.

“I love you..” She says breathlessly, almost too soft to be real.

You feel her tense up as you halted the string of kisses you were leaving upon her skin, trying to process what you just heard.

“What did you just say?” You ask, pulling away so you could trap Hermione's gaze.

The evident blush upon her cheeks only causes your grin to widen.

“Nothing, I–” Hermione stutters, and you decide to help refresh her memory.

“You love me?” You ask, hopeful that she wouldn't deny it.

“Yes. Maybe.. I don't know.” She averts her eyes, and you have to bite your lip to stop from smiling too wide.

“Well, that's a relief. because I think, maybe, I love you too.” You respond, tucking a strand of hair behind Hermione's ear, and this makes her look at you again.

“Wait– you do?” Hermione asks, her manner ever unassuming. She is perfect, and she loves you.

“I love you like a madman.” You admit plainly, and her chuckle causes your heart to flutter violently in your chest. “Sometimes it feels like I can hardly do anything else besides love you.”

Hermione's expression visibly softens at your admittance, she leans in to kiss you again, you gladly welcome the sensation of her tongue entering your mouth.

“You make me feel things that I don't even understand sometimes.. but I just know that, I seem to never want to be away from you.”

Hermione utters after separating her lips from your own, her hand moves to the nape of your neck, and the other runs through your hair.

“I feel the same.” You state, placing a chaste kiss against her cheek.

“So let us never part, my love.”

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⁉️ 𝚀𝙾𝚃𝙳: 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑?

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Happy release day to Holly Renee's new book, The Veiled Kingdom!

First, I want to thank Valentine PR for allowing me to read and review The Veiled Kingdom.

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✨✨ Rating: 5/5 Stars ✨✨

This was my first Holly Renee book, but I'm already a fan and have another one of her works on my Kindle.

The chemistry between Nyra and Dacre is captivating, and I got hooked on their story from the start. Their relationship starts as an enemies-to-lovers trope, and their denial of their chemistry adds to the tension. The witty banter between them is also spot-on.

This romantasy novel is a perfect blend of spice and magic. While it leans heavily towards the romance side, I appreciated its magical elements, such as the intriguing magical tithe, the developing magic system, and the rebellion.

I was also pleased that the smut element never overshadowed the plot. The balance between the two was delightful.

The ending left me craving for the sequel that's coming out this summer. I can't wait to read it!

If you're a fan of romantasy, then The Veiled Kingdom is a must-read. You can get the Barnes & Noble exclusive edition or read it on Kindle Unlimited. Don't miss out on this fantastic book!

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Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)

S/I Version: Demon

Type: Romantic Pronouns: He/him Age: 26 Height: 7'0"

Orientation: Asexual demiromantic Met: When asked if I could pet his head as part of a deal.

An overlord in Hell, known as the radio demon. Known for making deals with others and toppling overlords.

Daisuke Kambe (The Millionaire Detective: Balance Unlimited)

@daisukebriefcollector

S/I Version: Normal

Type: Romantic Pronouns: He/him Age: 26 Height: 5'6"

Orientation: Demisexual Homosexual homoromantic Met: Almost being thrown off a bridge.

Member of the Modern Crime Prevention Task Force and uses modern and questionable means to solve his cases. Often getting into trouble and having to calculate his way out of it.

Izaya Orihara (Durarara)

S/I Version: Normal

Type: Romantic Pronouns: He/she/they Age: 24 Height: 5'9"

Orientation: Asexual demiromantic biromantic Met: Was recommended to him for information.

The mysterious info broker of Ikebukuro, known for pulling the strings and acting as "God". Is more himself online and struggles to have any friends.

Percival de Rolo (Vox Machina)

S/I Version: Monster/normal

Type: Romantic Pronouns: He/him Age: 23 Height: 6'0"

Orientation: Asexual biromantic Met: Brought into the party when my village was destroyed. Water mage.

The brains of Vox Machina (sometimes). With a royal title at his back, he is doing his best to move on and make the life he wants for himself. A bit of a nerd and a clumsy dork.

Celty Sturluson (Durarara)

S/I Version: Normal/monster

Type: Platonic (older sister) Pronouns: She/her Age: Mentally in her late 20s Height: 5'8"

Orientation: Bisexual biromantic Met: Saved by goons.

Celty, also known as the black rider, is a mysterious urban legend that rides the streets of Ikebukuro. Is truthfully a Dullahan who came to this city in the search for her head.

Jinx (Arcane)

S/I Version: Normal/villain

Type: Platonic (close friends/sisters) Pronouns: She/her Age: 19 Height: 5'4"

Orientation: Asexual biromantic Met: Found abandoned on the street.

Sister of Vi. Adopted by Silco later in life and works with his goons. Known for causing chaos wherever she goes.

Alucard (Castlevania)

S/I Version: Monster

Type: Queerplatonic Pronouns: He/they Age: 20 Height: 5'11"

Orientation: Bisexual biromantic Met: Wondered onto his castle one day.

Son of Dracula, and lives in his old castle. Not known for being very friendly to strangers, and a bit paranoid.

Kaoru Sakurayashiki Aka Cherry (SK8)

S/I Version: Normal

Type: Romantic Pronouns: He/they Age: 26 Height: 5'9"

Orientation: Bisexual biromantic Met: Taught some skating moves when saw him attempting it in the park.

One of the members of an underground skateboarding rink. Is a calligrapher as his full time career, and keeps his other identity as "Cherry" under wraps.

Chane Laforet (Baccano)

S/I Version: Normal/villain

Type: Romantic Pronouns: She/her Age: 20 Height: 5'8"

Orientation: Bisexual biromantic Met: Saved when almost fell off a train.

A secret agency who had her voice removed so she could no longer tell any secrets. Extremely cautious and perspective.

Rachel (Baccano)

S/I Version: Normal/villain

Type: Romantic Pronouns: They/them Age: 20 Height: 5'9"

Orientation: Bisexual biromantic Met: Found hiding at a train station after almost fell.

An undercover spy working to clear her father's name. Tries to stay out of the spotlight but sees it all.

Westley Vuk (Wyldeflowers)

S/I Version: Normal/monster

Type: Romantic Pronouns: He/him Age: 25 Height: 6'0"

Orientation: Bisexual biromantic Met: Met when accidentally fell into the other world.

The owner of a bookshop in a magical world. Secretly a werewolf, and fighting to accept himself.

(SPOILERS!!!) Miles Upshur (Outlast)

S/I Version: Normal/monster

Type: Romantic Pronouns: He/him Age: 24 Height: 6'1"

Orientation: Homosexual homoromantic Met: Met at the old outskirts of the asylum.

A journalist who went into Mount Massive Asylum after hearing about their unethical practices in an email from one of the employees. He never came out and is now the Walrider.

Viktor (Arcane)

S/I Version: Normal

Type: Romantic Pronouns: He/him Age: 25 Height: 5'10"

Orientation: Asexual biromantic Met: Met on the bridge when Viktor was brainstorming.

Viktor is a scientist working to make magic work with science. Helped create a new energy source for the world but rarely got any credit.

Sypha Belnades (Castlevania)

S/I Version: Monster

Type: Romantic Pronouns: She/her Age: 24 Height: 5'8"

Orientation: Bisexual biromantic Met: Saved from a Hell beast.

The mage of the group. Uses her magic to fight the monsters of Dracula and other vampires.

Damien Bloodmarch (Dream Daddy)

S/I Version: Normal

Type: Romantic Pronouns: He/him Age: 25 Height: 6'1"

Orientation: Asexual biromantic Met: At a local coffee shop they both frequent.

A gothic dad just trying to make his way in the world. Secretly a bit more soft than he lets on. Known for being quite poetic.

Senpai (Friday Night Funkin')

S/I Version: Music/monster

Type: Queerplatonic Pronouns: He/him Age: 18 Height: 5'9"

Orientation: Bisexual biromantic Met: Was working at the same coffee shop where Damien frequents.

A senior college student whose quite popular in his class. However, this has caused him to be a little spoiled, and he can get very ill-tempered when

Spirit (Friday Night Funkin')

S/I Version: Music/monster

Type: Romantic Pronouns: He/him Age: Adult being Height: ???

Orientation: Pansexual biromantic Met: Through Senpai.

The spirit haunting Senpai. Wants to steal the bodies of others to be freed.

Yuuki Anzai (Devils' Line)

S/I Version: Normal

Type: Romantic Pronouns: He/him Age: 21 Height: 5'9"

Orientation: Asexual biromantic Met: Being saved from a devil one late night.

A devil in the F squad, working on devil related crimes and dangerous. Unsure if there can ever be peace between devils and humans, but wants there to be.

Man In The Walls (Red Haze)

S/I Version: Villain

Type: Romantic Pronouns: He/him Age: Adult Height: Unknown

Orientation: Asexual omniromantic Met: When stayed in that apartment building and heard him in the walls, guiding her out.

A mysterious voice behind the walls of the apartment building, occasionally giving keys and other assistance. Has never been seen before, only heard.

Building 9 (Tales From Off-Peak City Vol 1.)

S/I Version: Normal/monster

Type: Platonic Pronouns: It/its Age: Adult Height: Unknown

Orientation: Bisexual biromantic Met: When delivering pizza with @mrslitmus.

A sad building that just wants a little pizza to cheer it up.

Carnival Attendant (Smile For Me)

S/I Version: Normal/Worden

Type: Queerplatonic Pronouns: He/it Age: Adult Height: Unknown

Orientation: Bisexual biromantic Met: Attending a strange carnival with Kevin.

A carnival attendant that encourages people not to be afraid of their smiles. Always trying to cheer humans up.

Kevin (Welcome To Desert Bluffs)

Picrew

S/I Version: Worden

Type: Romantic Pronouns: He/they Age: 20s or 30s Height: 5'9"

Orientation: Homosexual biromantic Met: Broke into his studio while being chased down by StrexCorp. He stopped them, invited Worden in as an honored guest, and let him take a nap on his lap to calm him down.

The host of a radio show covering the strange activity in Desert Bluffs, though wants to take over Night Vale as well. Known for being overly positive and encouraging others to smile wider.

Steve (Calico)

S/I Version: Music

Type: Romantic Pronouns: He/him Age: 20s Height: 5'9"

Orientation: Homosexual biromantic Met: While helping Steve with his potions and magic.

[omgbookjunkielovetodance]

Hold up I love reading so I got a few,

Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao:

scifi fantasy, inspired by a lot of traditional chinese elements, (authors super cool), love triangle but actually a triangle not that angle shit, definitely has bite

Upright women wanted by Sarah Gailey:

Western, Novella, queer

The Foxhole Court by Nora Skaovic:

Definitely read the trigger warnings for this one, no in your face romance till the third book, Plenty of bite, I personally have brain rot for these characters but I get that not everyone will

Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno-Garcia

1920's (? I've forgotten tbh), Horror/suspense, super spooky and cool

If we were Villains by ML Rio:

Shakespearean actors get wild in a dark academia type of way

The Gentleman's Guide to Vice and Virtue by Mackenzi Lee:

A tad more on the hallmark side than the other recs but def not without a bit of nibble to it, 1800's I think dudes go on a trip around europe and shenanigans occur, what shenanigans? I honestly can't remember it's been a while since I read it but I did enjoy it

Neon Gods by Kater Robert:

Personally not one of my favs but they do genuinely fuck and a lot of other folks like it so I added it, Hades/Persephone retelling

Cut and Run by Madeline Urban and Abigail Roux:

Kinda hard to find at the library but if you look up the title and "free" there's a couple websites that have it on there, buddy cop smut sorta deal, one of my fav quick reads (each book is kinda short even though the actual series is pretty long)

Captive Prince by C.S. Pacat:

might wanna look up the trigger warnings for this one as well, rival king 1 got sold to rival king 2 as a slave but king 2 doesn't know and now they have to be sneaky while dodging political plays, also a fav, also could be a good balance for romance but some solid plot

Covenant by explodikid:

Graphic novel, very cool religious themes they play with, everyone is smoking hot

Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir:

People call it a romance and kinda? I guess? more scifi/fantasy than anything else, necromancers in space, fantastic read, it's okay if you read it and get confused almost everyone does

Prince of the Sorrows by Kellen Graves:

complicated magic system, heavy romance but not Hallmark style of that makes sense?, kindle unlimited only I think

The Lost Girls by Sonia Hartl:

perhaps a tad more fluffy than the others, a gaggle of vampire exes from one asshole fuckboy vampire band together to kill him, modernish day

A taste of gold and iron by Alexandra Rowland:

10/10 panic attack disorder rep, fantasy prince has to solve a crime that happened in the kingdom with the help of his guard, truly a great read it's on this years top favorite books for me

Plain bad Heroines by Emily M Danforth and Sara Lautman:

biting is in fact part of the story funnily enough, horror, great read, if you're skeeved out by bugs consider skipping it though (I have a massive phobia but I was able to get though it after putting it down a few times)

I do love my queer bitches so most of these are some form of queer couple with a few straights thrown in there. Honestly can't remember which of these have sex in them and which don't so I hope you're ready for a surprise.

lowkey i think i do wanna get more into the romance genre but like i sorta cant stand the softer hallmarkier stuff even if its like Queer Lit tm. i need romance that BITES i need romance that FUCKS.

[tydur]

Why do I feel like Daisuke would lowkey be into cuffing you to the bed

OH MY GOFKWHWISBWISBWJDJD omg okay so we all know this man is a hard, mean dom. literally ruins your orgasms cuz it’s fun </3 so TYING U UP ???? oh jeez yk he steals haru’s cuffs for this

[3smo]

daisuke kambe !

warning: dom reader. gender neutral. gender isn't specific but daisuke is riding you. riding ofc. daisuke has sensitive nipples. not much went down here.

✿ disclaimer — I only write for characters 18+. if you don't like my content, please block me.

daisuke sighs as he finally gets to sink down on your cock. his legs tremble and his grip on your hand tightens once you're fully sheathed inside him. "f-fuck... yes..."

"you're so beautiful." daisuke hums in a breathy manner. one hand intertwined with his own, and the other placed on his hips guiding him up and down your hard cock.

daisuke fixes his position, hands now placed on your stomach and his knees right beside your waist.

his head falls forward, back arching when he picks himself up with shaky legs. the rim tightens around you once he reached the tip before dropping his hips down.

you groan at the pornographic sight, rubbing his thighs, kneading at the flesh. "there you go. just like that, sukie."

daisuke picks up the pace, slamming himself down on your length until smacking is heard throughout the room.

his heavy breathing quickly turns into a gurgling mess, lightly scratching his stomach to control himself, his perky nipple catching your eye everytime he lifts his shirt up.

his own cock hitting your stomach as he bounces on you, leaking all over you.

he slows down, catching his breath, walls clenching around you.

"can you still go on?" daisuke ignores you, his legs giving out once again as he tries to pick himself up and slamming back down on you.

daisuke shuts his eyes in embarrassment. he barely even started and he can't even finish it. "help me..."

"with what?" you teased him watching his open his mouth reluctantly - "...please move."

you smile at his flushed expression, his shoulders shaking pathetically, lust clouding your eyes. your hands slid under his thighs, picking him up slightly as you fixed your posture, your hips pushing up into his quivering body.

he's very much aware of the fact that you keep brushing past his prostate.

daisuke falls forward. he holds onto the headboard to hold himself up, whimpers spilling from his mouth.

"s...slow down, wait!" daisuke gasps in shock as your mouth wraps around his pink bud, biting down on his nipple. daisuke places a hand on your head, trying to push you away, squeaking loudly. "not there!"

"why not?" you question him, pulling away. your thrusts are slow, and teasing and he tries to muffle his whimpers behind tightly closed lips.

"b-because..." you wait for him, when he doesn't say anything else, you place your hand on his lower back, forcing him to ride you once again. daisuke cries out loud, shaking his head. "m'sensitive, sensitive!!"

this time you hit his prostate dead on. daisuke freezes, body going stiff as he leaks more pre-cum all over you. his fingers pulling on your hair, you don't mind the pain, hitting his prostate once again, this time burying him to the hilt.

daisuke shakes in your hold, he waits for you to move again, but you don't. you chuckle at his panicked expression.

"come on, baby, since you like to tell me what to do- you're doing the work."

...

[eroticdarling]

Welcome to Explicit Radio, where we bring you Slutopia's hottest hits that you can jam to in bed by yourself or with your spouse! I'm your host, DJ B.J., and you're listening to CXNT 69.9!

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▷Bonnie – Tink Ft. Husband!Kakucho Hitto x PocFem!Reader

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▷Never Loose Me (Slowed & Reverbed) – Flo Milli Ft. Daisuke Kambe x PocFem!Reader

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Never Loose Me (Slowed & Reverbed)

[russic]

Daisuke Kambe Husband Headcanons

Warning: 18+ Under Cut 

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SFW

You’re one lucky gal, Daisuke Kambe’s wanted to marry YOU. (Spare some change for the poor (me)?)

Let’s address the obvious: You have a shared bank account.

You get E V E R Y T H I N G you want. 

You want a Louis Vuitton purse? You got it. 

You’re determined to purchase new Christian Louboutin heels? Do it; you have the money. 

Gucci Belt? You already have three. 

Question: Did you ever meet someone who does the sexiest things... but indirectly? Thats Daisuke. 

When Daisuke is concentrating on his intense stack of paperwork, he bites his bottom lip. 

Daisuke undoes his tie with one finger (right pointer finger) when he arrives home from work. 

When he’s hot (all the time), he rolls up the sleeves of his black button down. 

Puts on his Rolex watch without look. He looks directly in your eyes. Its second nature. 

Closes the button of his blazer with two hands. 

If Daisuke performs any of these actions, you find yourself melting where you’re standing. You cannot believe this man is this attractive. He steals your breath away. 

EVERYONE  R E S P E C T S  YOU

When you walk into Daisuke’s company, everyone is at your service because you’re “Y/N Kambe, the boss’s wife.” If you ask for something, you receive it within seconds.

Sure, Daisuke’s is a great husband - but please drive. For the love of God, please DRIVE. 

Owns the most BEAUTIFUL apartment in New York City. 

Daisuke has a HEART of GOLD:

Has a “soft spot” for children: He’s constantly donating towards foundations like Make a Wish, The Sunshine Kids, St. Jude’s, Ronald McDonald House, and Childcare Aware at least five times a year. 

Donates under “Anonymous.”

When you’re riding on public transportation or standing in an elevator, and it starts becoming too crowded; Daisuke will give up his spot for older men, women, and children. 

Despite assuming the role of the richest and kindest man in the world, Daisuke has social anxiety. He grows nervous and begins shaking when he is meeting any of your new friends. Overtime, your important loved ones will grow close to him, but expect to see Daisuke shaking in his boots if he’s meeting someone important to you. Since you’re married, he’s close to your family now; but he was a nervous wreck. 

LOVES making you breakfast in the morning with his $1,000.000 waffle maker. 

He always makes a HUGE mess because he makes his own homemade batter (Yes, Daisuke cooks. He doesn’t hire people to cook).   

Nearly E V E R Y D A Y Daisuke wakes up early in the morning to assure your penthouse is spotless. He doesn’t like you acting as a “maid.” (He hires people three times a month to deep clean).

“You’re my wife, not my maid. No woman should be forced to clean because of poor societal standards.” 

When Daisuke gets frustrated, his eyebrow furrow. 

He cannot stand grocery shopping by himself. He gets confused by the littlest things. 

When Daisuke can’t figure something out... 

When people disrespect you, you’ll see him get angry.

Daisuke’s weakness is when you’ll tie his black tie in the morning before he leaves for work. 

After making sure it the expensive fabric lays perfectly on his chest, you’ll stand on your tip toes to kiss him on the lips. 

“Have a good day at work, baby.” 

Make Daisuke’s lunch, write him “love notes,” and slip them inside of his lunchbox. 

Every time Daisuke comes home, you’ll notice your notes aren’t in his lunchbox. 

One night you were rummaging through his bedside drawer when you noticed a large black velvet box. When you opened it, your eyes began growing soaked with tears; within the box was EVERY NOTE you ever wrote to him. 

NEVER NOT WEARING his black WEDDING RING engraved with your name. 

If a woman approaches him, he politely showcases his wedding ring saying, “My apologies, I have a wife.” 

Here’s a shocker: Daisuke H A T E S receiving expensive gifts. 

Daisuke can buy anything. He’s tired of receiving expensive gifts, but you’re the ONLY person who knows. Instead, you’ll purchase him ten-to-thirty-dollar gifts that remind you of him. 

Daisuke’s cheeks will begin to blush looks at the tiny gift you purchased him. As you begin explaining its significance, you’ll notice tears begin pooling into his eyes. 

HUGE pictures from your wedding day are scattered throughout the penthouse. 

Your wedding song was Perfect by Ed Sheeran. Without the lyrics. 

There was a reason behind his madness: On wedding day, during your first dance, you placed your head on Daisuke’s shoulder and sang the lyrics to him. 

U.N.I.T.E.D.  F.R.O.N.T - You’ll never stand alone.

ADORES your intelligence. Daisuke fell in love with you, your personality, appearance, and especially your intelligence. 

Throughout Daisuke’s entire life, women act brainless and submissive, but not you. He loves your smart mind and independent nature. 

Still CHECKS YOU OUT all the time. 

Especially when you’re wearing business attire paired with a lingerie top or simple silk dresses. 

Match him. He will start drooling. 

MESMERIZED when you take your hair out of a ponytail or claw clip. He LOVES watching your hair cascade down your back. 

Daisuke NEEDS to be connected to you in public. He latches onto your hand lacing your fingers together, gently touches your waist, or places a hand on your thigh. However, his public displays of affection WILL NOT go further. He’s a classy man. 

O B S E S S E D  with  K I S S I N G  YOUR LIPS. 

When you’re speaking to Daisuke, you’ll notice he’s staring at your lips imaging how soft they are. 

You do not fight often, but it does occur. Especially when he puts himself in dangerous situations. 

Due to a near-death experience, you grew frustrated and (unannounced) left your home to find a hotel room. Immediately, Daisuke tracked your location. 

Within two hours, he knocked on the door. You saw your husband clutching a bundle of flowers and chocolates. With tears streaming down his face. 

“Please, don’t ever leave. I’m so sorry - I’ll never do it again. Just don’t leave me. I NEED you.” 

Plans the most P E R F E C T dates. 

During winter, Daisuke plans to stroll around New York City to see the Christmas lights. 

In the spring, he takes you to your favorite Whinery. 

In summer, Daisuke privately rents fancy manors hoping spend a few private nights in with you. 

During fall, you two curl up into a cozy blanket and light scented candles to watch your favorite horror films. 

To surprise Daisuke, you often order tickets to see various orchestras across the country. He becomes enchanted by the sound of violin and piano music. However, his jaw drops during orchestra concerts.

 IF YOU HAVE CHILDREN: 

They are S.P.O.I.L.E.D.  R.O.T.T.E.N.

The most popular kid at school because you two are the parents. 

When they are little, they LOVE holding onto Daisuke’s pinky finger as you’re walking. 

If your child must attend any sports games or music recitals, you two are always present. Daisuke is the dad constantly taking photos of your child. 

Daisuke LOVES watching you rock your baby as you’re singing to them. 

LOVES traveling around the world with you. 

If you’re working on your laptop, Daisuke slowly comes up behind you. He kisses your cheek and slowly moves down your neck to your sweet spot. (Yes, he memorized where it is). 

You’ll have sweet make-out sessions in the kitchen when you’re cooking together. 

Gotta keep that spice in your life. 

You’ll always claim, “I’m the happiest person in the world.” However, Daisuke denies your statement. No one can be happier than him. After years of being married, Daisuke still cannot grasp how lucky he is to have you. 

“I love you with all my heart and soul, beautiful.” 

NSFW 

Despite being a sweet and loving husband, Daisuke will become a M.E.N.A.C.E in the bedroom. 

Before you both start undressing, Daisuke pulls his black gloves off with his teeth. 

Wear R.E.D. LIPSTICK

Daisuke LOVES ruining your red lipstick. Watching it smear across your (and his) lips as you engage in a heated make-out session, turns him on. 

Often drags his thumb across your bottom lip to smear a line of red lipstick to your breasts. When you look down, you’ll notice a stained line where his thumb traveled down your body. 

ADORES when you wear black lingerie. 

Once, you matched some lingerie with Daisuke’s oversized blazer by draping his attire across your shoulders... You were nearly unable to walk that morning. 

Seeing you wearing black lingerie accompanied with HIS professional blazer corrupted his mind and stained his pants. 

Many individuals believe Daisuke would degrade his significant other within the bedroom, but I’m not buying it. You will feel loved and be praised as Daisuke’s wife. 

“So goddamn stunning, baby.” 

“You like that don’t you, Angel?” 

“Baby, you’re so wet. You’re such a good girl.” 

KISS HIS NECK - (Take Nike’s advice and) Just do it. 

Takes his time worshipping your breasts. (He’s definitely a boob guy.)

If you’re arriving home from an important event/meeting in a gorgeous silk dress, don’t expect to be ignored. 

Within seconds of closing the door, Daisuke pushes you to the wall and starts running his fingers over your nipples as he thrusts his tongue in your mouth. 

If you enjoy walking around your home half-naked, (at any time) Daisuke can bend you over a hard surface, slowly push your underwear aside, and bury three fingers inside of your cunt. 

“You can’t walk around half-naked if you don’t expect to be fucked, baby.” 

LOVES seductively staring into your eyes and biting your bottom lip as he’s fingering your pussy. He enjoys the feeling of your walls clutching his fingers. 

O.I.L.  M.E.S.S.A.G.E.S. - Daisuke LOVES messaging your naked body with oil. 

Enjoys fondling your breasts and running his fingers over your sensitive nipples. 

When you’re lying on your stomach, Daisuke spends MINUTES rubbing and squeezing your ass. 

Soon enough, Daisuke spreads your ass cheeks and buries his tongue inside of your lubed pussy. The sound of his oily hands traveling along your body as he’s eating your pussy is his own paradise. 

Doesn’t mind paying for your nails because he imagines the sight of your pretty nails jerking off his cock. 

Drapes his arms across the back of the couch as you slowly drop to your knees. 

Daisuke intensely watches your every move as you’ve settled between his legs. Looking into his eyes, you’ll pull down his zipper with your teeth to remove his cock from his pants. 

Licking up the length his cock, Daisuke throws his head back in utter disbelief. 

“Fuck, baby. Please do that again.” 

Melts in his seat if you start sucking his balls. You’ll notice Daisuke’s legs start twitching within seconds of running your tongue along his genitals. 

Daisuke isn’t a lover willing to share your body, but he CANNOT ERASE the image of you having another women’s head buried between your legs as he watches. (He hasn’t told you this, yet). 

However, no men. He’s the only man that can pleasure your body. 

Wake Daisuke up by placing your soaked pussy on his stomach. When he’s awakened by you rubbing your pussy across his abs, he cannot help but grab onto your hips and increase the friction. 

“Baby, you could have woken me up with a good morning. Now I see you’re only using me to cum. Here I thought you were a little angel, princess.” 

“Yes, DADDY.”

Opposite of “Yes, daddy...  but PASSIONATE LOVER 

C.O.C.K.W.A.R.M.I.N.G. 

You feel complete once Daisuke finally buries himself inside of your pussy. He refuses to move as you’re locking lips muttering how much you’re in love with each other. 

“Daisuke, please move.” 

“Not yet, baby. Let me stay inside of you.” 

Expect MORNING SEX. The morning is the perfect time to slowly fuck your tight pussy because he’s hard and warm. 

Daisuke’s favorite sex position is a classic: MISSIONARY. 

According to Daisuke, missionary is a perfect position to look into your eyes, kiss your lips, suck on your neck, and watch his cock disappear into your pussy. (It’s the best). 

SEX in the WATER

In the hot tub, Daisuke gently pulls your breasts out from your small bathing suit to suck on your nipples as you ride his cock. Chasing your orgasm, the sound of water splashing sounding like waves of the ocean.

Remember how obsessed Daisuke is with your hair? Well, he loves pounding into your pussy from behind to watch your hair drape down your back moving with every thrust. 

I almost forgot, if Daisuke is fucking you from behind and you have back dimples, he buries his thumbs into them and forces your ass back on his cock. 

LOVES OBSESSED with SEX TOYS. 

Buys a new one each week. 

Surprise... Daisuke presses a vibrator to your sensitive clit as he’s pounding inside of you. 

Eases a diamond butt plug into your ass. 

Daisuke will cum anywhere. Inside of your body - on your body - who knows? 

Mostly spills him load onto your stomach or ass. 

If Daisuke cums inside your pussy, he gathers the load with his fingers and brings them up to your lips. 

“Open wide, baby.” 

“I know you love the taste of our cum together.” 

The aftercare is S.T.U.N.N.I.N.G. 

Following an intense love-making session, Daisuke draws a bath for the two of you. You’ll lay between his legs as he messages and cleans your body. 

“You can still walk, right, love?” 

Honestly, I don’t think you can. 

THANK YOU FOR READING - BEFORE YOU LEAVE... 

I wish to apologize for my lack of posts. I try to create a requested headcanon two times a week, but it seemed impossible this week. As many of you know, I am a senior in college. This week has been hectic in regard to my major. 

Thank you for your patience.  ♡ 

[mackjlee9]

Kambe Daisuke x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Warning; overstimulation, dumbification, rough sex, size kink.

Masterlist.

Balance:UNLIMITED

 "I'm in love with you, Dai-kun..."

The black-haired male looked up from the paper he was writing on, staring at his best friend who was looking down, a barely noticeable shaking in his body.

"You know what I think about relationships, (M/n), so forget it." Feeling goosebumps covering his skin and shivers running down his spine, (M/n) blinked a few times to try and get rid of all the tears that were starting to cloud his sight.

It hurt. He knew Daisuke was gonna reject him before he even did, but that... didn't make it hurt less.

"Yeah, it was... dumb of me, just forget I said anything, okay?" He looked up, showing the black haired a sweet smile, hiding the pain he felt at being rejected by his first love. "Well I, uh, should get going now," he whispered in a weak voice, the knot in his throat tightening the longer he spent with Daisuke, "See you... tomorrow, then, good night."

(M/n) grabbed his books, pens, and phone, packing them all in a hurry before standing up and leaving Daisuke's room, tears running down his face as he didn't even glance at the male, knowing he was too focused on his homework.

You'll get over him soon, and you're going to find someone who... loves you back, just keep going...

With a short gasp, (M/n)'s eyes opened. He was in a dark room, the blinds shut and the subtle spring breeze coming through them, making them gently dance around, the moonlight peeking through. He took a deep breath and sat up on the bed, he felt the mattress shifting and someone turned around and he took a long glance at the male sleeping next to him.

"It's all already been ten years since then, eh?" He whispered to himself, reaching a hand to move Daisuke's hair out of his face, observing his peaceful expression while he slept, his naked body being occasionally framed by the moonlight. "Get over him, ha... I was such a dumb kid back then."

He shook his head and dragged his feet off the bed, about to get up and go sleep on the living room's couch, when he felt a pair of pale, slim arms wrapped around his middle.

"Don't leave~" (M/n) closed his eyes tightly, his heart pounding rapidly yet hurting at the sound of his raspy, soft voice.

"I'm just going... to the bathroom, Dai, I'll be right back," the black-haired male hummed and let him go. (M/n) stood up from the bed and walked out of the room. He walked past the bathroom and into the living room, sitting on the black couch before laying back, covering his eyes with his forearm.

He stayed there for a good five minutes before he heard the quiet sound of footsteps heading his way. Without looking he knew it was Daisuke, who had his body wrapped with the silk sheet and just made some space for himself in between his legs, laying on his chest.

Moving his arm away, (M/n) looked down at him, sweetly playing with his hair and contemplating his beauty.

"After ten years... I still love you, Daisuke..." He mumbled and tried to fall asleep again, but he couldn't, reminiscing the past, thinking about the way Daisuke rejected him and how, a couple of years ago he suggested something, "Fuck buddies..." God, how he hated those words with every part of his body.

Those words were a clear sign that they'll never be more than that, and he hated it, so much. I mean, they got to fuck practically every day, and he could make Daisuke crave for his cock like a bitch, but he also wanted him to make him cry with pleasure as he made love to him, softly calling out his name as he came.

(M/n) didn't only crave sex, he wanted love, to give and receive love equally. But he couldn't get any of that.

And he learned to live with that reality.

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The day had been going painfully slow for (M/n), he had to witness how close Daisuke and Kato-san were, which made him burn with jealousy when he saw how close they were. He couldn't take it.

So, at the end of the day, when he and Daisuke got home together after a long day of work, he just... did it.

He pinned the black-haired male against the door, stripping him of his suit with rushed hands. Daisuke only moaned against his mouth after getting over the initial surprise, smirking when he felt (M/n) undress him fully, before picking him up by his thighs.

"You're mine, Daisuke... you better remember that," he muttered with a raspy, hoarse voice which caused a shiver to run down the black-haired male's spine. Daisuke just nodded as he whimpered. (M/n) carried him over to his bedroom, setting him down on the bed and holding his legs spread open.

With his mind clouded with jealousy, (M/n) neared his fingers to Daisuke's entrance, pushing two in and growling when he felt him a bit looser than usual, he completely forgot that they had sex the night before so of course Daisuke was gonna be a bit loose and not as tight.

He didn't waste time in stripping himself off his work clothes, throwing them somewhere, not really caring where they fell.

"I'm not gonna be gentle, Daisuke..." He muttered as he held onto the black-haired male's thighs, holding them up as far as they could go. Daisuke felt a shiver run down his spine at the sound of his raspy voice, pre-cum starting to ooze from his slit and he felt his entrance twitching.

"Fuck~" he mumbled quietly when (M/n) aligned his dick with his hole and put it all in with one motion from his hips. Daisuke reached his hands to grip onto the male's arms, scratching his skin when he began thrusting in and out at a quick pace.

Daisuke felt his prostate being stimulated with every push, his mind going blank, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he let out short and breathy moans, his dick twitching as he came on himself.

(M/n) held his bottom lip with his teeth as he stared at the bulge his cock formed on Daisuke's lower abdomen. He loved seeing his shape inside his smaller and thinner body. It was always such a huge turn-on for him.

Letting out a short growl, (M/n) pulled out as he let go of Daisuke's thighs making the black-haired male whine at the loss of pleasure. (M/n) held onto the male's hips and made him turn around, penetrating him once again as he pounded him mercilessly. Daisuke cried out from the stimulation, his hands gripping the pillow as he struggled to keep himself quiet, but the force of (M/n)'s thrust was making that a little difficult.

His lewd, almost pornographic moans echoed off the walls, his body trembling and twitching with every orgasm that hit his body. His cum stained the sheets and his stomach, and even if he was already tired, (M/n) just kept fucking him roughly, forcing him through another orgasm.

Daisuke came at least three times, his mind turned completely dumb, he could think of (M/n)'s cock inside him, making him tighten around him. He didn't even have to look to know how visible the bulge in his abdomen was, he moved one of his hands toward it, and kept it there, whining as he felt the skin stretching with every thrust.

(M/n) groaned as his orgasm approached him, his fingers holding tighter onto Daisuke's hips, it was certain that there were going to be purple marks on him later, but he just wanted to cum, but he wasn't wearing a condom and he began to realize what had caused him to do this. Closing his eyes tightly, he pulled out and jerked off a couple of times, his cum dripping down Daisuke's thighs.

He moved to the side and let his body fall on the mattress.

Laying on his bed with his eyes closed and heavy breathing, (M/n) started feeling guilt fill his mind. He was jealous and acted like an idiot, he had no right feeling that way when he and Daisuke were only in a sexual relationship, he was a fool and he just realized that now.

(M/n) opened his eyes and sat on the bed, dropping his legs off the mattress, getting ready to just get dressed and leave. "I'm... sorry, I was jealous and I, I shouldn't... I'm sorry," he whispered, reaching for his underwear and putting it back on, however, when he was about to stand up, he felt Daisuke's hand grabbing a hold of his wrist.

"I'm not letting you go," he responded sitting up and getting closer to him, wrapping his arms around his waist, pressing his cheek on (M/n)'s back, "And there's no need to apologize, you always fuck me so good when we meet up~"

His words made (M/n)'s heart race, his face heating up.

"Wha-? D-don't say that, Daisuke," realizing (M/n) had lowered his guard, the black-haired male took advantage of that, pulling the male back onto the bed, getting on top of him as he straddled his hips. (M/n) nervously looked away when he realized Daisuke was still naked, his soft and warm pale skin touching his.

He may be in love with him, and he may be used to seeing him naked, but he still felt like he did something wrong, so he felt flustered by Daisuke's actions.

Daisuke leaned down closer to his face, gently cupping his cheeks with his hands, "You know, I've always... regretted rejecting you that day because... soon after I realized that I was in love with you too, but I had no idea if you would still like me," (M/n)'s eyes widened slightly, staring at Daisuke's blue eyes, the black haired male blushed at the intense attention the male under him was suddenly giving him, "And I... thought about becoming 'this' that we are now and, I don't know I just... wanted you all to myself, is that bad?" The shy, quiet tone of his voice as he glanced down made (M/n)'s get covered with goosebumps.

He bit his bottom lip, before lifting his hand and gently holding Daisuke's face, making him look up, and maintain eye contact. With an airy chuckle followed by a smirk, (M/n) leaned forward, causing the black-haired male to fall back on the bed, his body looming over Daisuke's whose eyes were open wide, holding a lovestruck look in them, his face blushing a cute pink color.

"What do you wanna do now, Dai? I'm all yours~" lifting his arms and wrapping them around (M/n)'s neck, Daisuke showed him a small smile.

"Let's do it again, I haven't had enough of you yet."

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Daisuke × fem!stripper!reader

♡ Sequel to: Eat The Rich ♡

Warnings: 18+, spicy smuttt 🥵, holy water on standby pls, strip club, sex for money, protected sex + mentions of raw sex, close to hate fucking 🤏, maybe some dub-con if you're really squinting but not really, 1 (one) light booty slap lmao, sugar daddy proposal 👀, dark themes, swearing, Daisuke being one cocky son of a biatch lol, request, drabble

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"Fuck," Daisuke hisses. His grimace dissolves into a smirk as he looks up at you.

His view is perfect as he watches you slowly slide up and down on your knees, taking him inside you, inch by inch. He holds your thigh, fingers clutching at your flesh, before running his thumb over the skin.

It's been two months since he first came to the club and made his little 'business proposal'. Now he's a regular, stopping by at least three times a week, just to fuck you – or for you to fuck him. That's how it usually goes.

At least he normally brings condoms with him now. Raw costs him extra. A lot extra.

Not that it isn't enjoyable – fuck, his dick is so good, it's unfair. Like you're ever going to tell him that.

A slap lands on the side of your ass, snapping you back into the moment. It sounded worse than it felt, nice and audible against the curve.

"Attention on me," he says, almost softly. Demanding prick. You narrow your eyes at him.

Fine. If he wants your full attention, that's what he's going to get.

You sit up straighter, rising up onto you knees, and increase the pace of your movements until you're bouncing on is cock, your thighs burning. Your eyes glint in wicked satisfaction as you recognise the frustration in his face as he struggles with himself against the sudden increase in stimulation.

But rather than sink under your determination, he rises to the challenge. He grips your hips for stability, bucking up to meet you every time you fall and swallow his length into your tight, little cunt.

His breaths are rougher, he's less collected. That stupid, supercilious grin is still there, but it's shifted into something more amused. Like he enjoys the competition.

A hand comes up and cups your breast as it bounces, thumbing over your nipple, before he pulls you forwards, enveloping it in his mouth. He licks and sucks.

You feel weak under his touch, but you keep fucking yourself down on him, the tip of his cock reaching so deep inside you that you feel like whining. But when he peers up at you with those icy eyes, his tongue still wrapped around your nipple, you shudder, almost collapsing against him.

The coil in your stomach tightens as he thrusts up into you, your hips grinding desperately into his movements as you chase your high.

"Gonna cum for me, hm?" he coos, too sweetly to be genuine. He chuckles through his ragged breaths, the air cool on your sweat-covered skin, and his voice drops. "Go on, cum for me. Do it."

His fingers find your clit and start making slow, deliberate circles. He's barely been stroking you for more than a few of seconds before you're clinging to his neck and rutting your hips against him as your tight walls squeeze and flutter around his cock.

He muffles his grunts as you cum, gritting his teeth as you fall to pieces against him.

"D...don't fight it," you mumble into his shirt, clutching at the loose tie that's come undone around his neck. "...cum for me too. Wanna feel it." You can feel him throbbing inside you at your words.

He pushes you face-down onto the seat and re-enters you, thrusting at his own pace until his fingers dig into your hips and he spills out inside the rubber with a dissolute groan.

It's only ten minutes later, when you're both redressed, that he speaks again, this time with a business proposal even more ridiculous than the last.

You cock you eyebrow at him. "You want me to what?"

"Quit your job here and come for work me. Just for me." He leans back in the seat the way he always does, taking out a cigar and lighting it with his Zippo.

"What, you afraid I'm fucking my other clients?" you scoff. "They fucking wish they were that rich."

"Is that a no?" he says, in reference to his offer. He snaps the Zippo shut and puffs out a plume of smoke in your direction.

"I didn't say that." It would mean no more creepy losers. No more guys' hands you didn't want on you. No more work. "What would you be then? My sugar daddy?" you tease, smoothing out your dress.

"You could call it that." He draws on the cigar again. "I'll even buy you your own place, if that's what you want. Just keep doing this with me, and I'll pay you more than you could ever need."

"You're already doing that."

"Then I'll pay you even more."

You laugh, but he doesn't, and it shuts you up. There's something odd about his behaviour. He isn't as cocky and smirking as usual. It's almost affectionate, but you tell yourself 'posessive' is more likely the ticket.

"Well?" he asks, tilting his head to the side.

Well. There was only one answer a girl like you could give to an offer like that. Right?

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"come here, angel."

daisuke loved having you in his lap, no matter what he was doing. but for now, he just wanted a break with you. all he wanted right now was for his princess sitting obediently in his lap, looking so pretty and innocent for him and him only. only then would you get the attention that you secretly craved.

nervously, at his call, you shuffled over in your satin nightgown. for a moment or two you hovered in front of him, uncertain of what to do as he placed his hands on your waist, smirking at your timid expression, though his eyes held a lilt of gentleness as he gazed at you. he guided you onto his lap, making sure you were straddling his waist before sliding his large hands down to your hips, his signature smirk never leaving his face. your eyes avoided his, your shyness fueling his ego. you were so delicate. all he wanted was to destroy your fears and worries until the uncertainty in your eyes was replaced by happiness. he felt so good knowing that at that moment, when you were in his arms, nothing could hurt you. he was your protector, you made him feel strong.

he put a finger under your chin, gently directing you to face him so he could admire your beauty. you were so pure. oh, he wanted to ruin you so badly, but that wouldn't make him a gentleman, now would it?

"my pretty princess," he whispered, running his fingers through your soft locks before his hands slided to meet at the small of your back, making you shiver, feeling your heart flutter at his slow, gentle acts of affection. he leaned in, peppering kisses from your jaw down to your collarbone, pulling you closer onto his lap. your breath stuttered, the feeling of his lips on your skin combined with the brush of fabrics mingling together causing you to feel warm all over. you felt heat rush to your cheeks as you blushed, grip tightening against the lapels of his jacket as you closed your eyes, trying to focus on your breath.

"relax," you heard him murmur into your ear, his hot breath brushing against your skin as he ran his hands slowly down your body. he smiled against your skin as he continued to kiss your neck, savoring the silky feeling of the fabric of the nightgown beneath his fingertips, slightly pushing up the hem before rubbing your bare thighs.

you tried to heed his words, loosening your tense body as you wrapped your arms around his neck, relaxing into his touch. his mouth met yours, soft, plush lips pushing and pulling at yours in a slow rhythm, his tongue occasionally sweeping languidly into your mouth. he tasted like mint chocolate and expensive cigars, and as much as you wanted to deny it, you couldn't get enough.

He hummed in content against your lips, pulling back after pressing a couple more lazy kisses to your cheek and jaw, smiling softly at your flustered face, admiring the blush painting your cheeks as your gaze refused to meet his once again.

gripping your chin gently, he tilted your head up so your eyes were looking into his soft blue ones. he bit his lip, eyes never leaving yours as he drifted his free hand towards the hem of your nightgown, fingers stroking at the lace patterns.

"you're so pretty like this..." he breathed, thumb tracing your bottom lip as his other hand let go of the hem of your gown, moving back up to grip your waist.

"so innocent... so lovely..."

your pulse quickened, your gaze shying away from his as you attempted to turn your head away, only to be pulled back to meet his eyes once more as he admired your bashful expression, smirking. you were his, all his.

"so precious..."

he dragged you forward by the chin, your lips hovering right before his, your breaths mingled together.

"you're mine. you can only look this pretty for me and only me, understood?" he asked you, his voice low and gentle, but with a hint of authority. he wasn't asking you. this was a command.

you felt another shiver through your body. you felt small in his arms as you registered the possessiveness in his words. however you couldn't lie to yourself, you enjoyed how much he cherished you.

you nodded timidly, trying to hide the shakiness of your fingers by gripping tighter to the expensive fabric of his jacket.

he chuckled softly, giving you another short, soft kiss. pulling back, his fingers held onto your chin more firmly this time, eyes darkening as they trailed up and down your body, his smirk fading from his face as he pulled you even closer, lips brushing against yours as he whispered praise that made you whimper, breath catching in your throat.

"good girl."

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