#tw:age gap

[semisgroupie]

part two: the hole that replaced my heart

vampire!choso x fem. reader

wc: 10.8k

warnings: main character death, blood (blood consumption), age gap, monsterfucking, creampie, unprotected sex, a slap, this part is heavily angsty but has some smut, minor character deaths (none are named), biting, reincarnation au, mentions of god and other religious elements (angels)

note: all flashbacks/events in the past are italicized

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It had been three weeks since Kento last came for the interview.

During this time Choso did what he normally did, read and reminisce on the past. That’s the pain with immortality, the longer you live the more memories you carry with you. No matter if they’re good or bad, you just have to carry the burden and that’s what Choso hated most.

When you have motivation to survive and live on, then everything is worth it but when the motivation has depleted then you’re stuck in a loop of repetitive actions. Day in and day out, each breath that fills your lungs meant nothing if there was no motivation.

Today Choso just sat in his room for a little while longer after he woke up. His empty eyes flit over to the painting by his bed and a small smile found its way to his lips. “Beautiful.” The word was barely spoken above a whisper and he leaned in closer, brushing his finger against the frame then pulled back. “Absolutely beautiful.”

He brushed some of his hair out of his face and stood, deciding not to change his clothes since he wasn’t planning on leaving the penthouse. The neckline of his shirt plunged a bit, showing his chiseled collarbones and his pajama pants hung loosely on his hips. He slipped his feet into his slippers and trudged his way into the kitchen. He opened his fridge and took out a bag of blood, setting it down on the counter while he grabbed a bowl to put it in. Just as he had poured the contents of the bag inside, there was a knock on his door.

He set the bowl to the side and made his way to the door, he opened it and to his surprise, Kento stood at the other end of the doorway. “Hey old friend, sorry I came unannounced but I figured you weren’t doing much today.” Choso pulled the blonde male into a hug and patted his back before letting him go so he could walk inside.

“It’s good to see you Kento, what have you been up to these past few weeks?” He shut the door behind the blonde and made his way into the kitchen to grab his bowl and a spoon. Kento shrugged his jacket off and set it down, “I recently moved, my wife and I are planning to start a family. Maybe have our own white picket fence dream.” The blonde chuckled and glanced over at Choso. “Oh I’m sorry, did I interrupt? I could come back later.”

Choso shook his head and made his way over to Kento, “don’t worry about it, I’ll be quick and then we can start with the session for today. But go on, tell me more about the Mrs. and how wonderful your married life is.” Kento nodded and started talking about it all, Choso listened intently, nodding along and adding little comments here and there while he ate. While he spoke, Kento took note of Choso’s expression, while it wasn’t something that was being unconsciously done, Choso had a small frown on his face and any light that was just in his eyes had dimmed. It made him want to stop talking but he knew if he did then Choso would just push him to continue, trying to reassure him that everything was fine when it really wasn’t. So, he just continued but in the back of his mind he felt like he was rubbing his happiness in Choso’s face, he didn’t like it one bit.

Choso ate and then once he finished he put the bowl and the spoon he used into the dishwasher then made his way back to Kento. “Let’s move back to the living room, we’ll get comfy then we can start the session.” Kento nodded and made his way to the living room, Choso following behind. “I’m really happy for you Kento, make sure to bring the little ones around once you and your wife have them. I’ll make sure to stock up on toys kids like.” He smiled softly as he thought about it, kids, a joy in life he never got to experience. That opportunity was ripped from his hands a long time ago but maybe there was something hopeful written in the cards of fate, maybe he would get the chance one day.

The men sat down in the same seats they sat in a few weeks prior, Kento took everything out that he needed and glanced over at Choso. “Are you ready?” The dark haired male nodded and brushed some hair from his face. Kento brought the recorder to his lips and pressed record, “The date is October 19th, 2002 and I am here again with Choso Kamo. You can start whenever you’re ready.” He placed the recorder in the middle of the table and Choso started.

“So the last thing I discussed was my first meeting with Y/N.” He crossed one leg over the other to get more comfortable and continued, “so I was anxious the whole day. I could barely focus on my work because I kept thinking about her, thinking about what her response would be to waking up and seeing my note. If she was upset and never wanted to see me, I would have understood. I mean, what kind of guy would I be to take her virginity and then ditch her in the middle of the night? It’s not like she knew or could’ve known that I can’t go out in the middle of the day without being burnt to a crisp. But for the first time in a long time I prayed, I prayed that she would meet me at the fountain, I prayed that I would get to see her beautiful face again. Even if it was for just a second, I would have been the happiest man alive. I just wanted to see her and be with her, not just sexually, I just wanted to be in her presence.”

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You read the note’s contents again then sat down on the bed. What should you do? You wanted to see him again but what if he wasn’t there? What if he just wrote that note to just make you believe he wasn’t some kind of asshole? As the questions of doubt swarmed your mind they couldn’t overpower the voice that was screaming at you to go, screaming at you to meet him tonight. So, you made the decision to meet him at that time.

You dressed yourself, deciding not to put on the corset since it would be too annoying to tie it yourself then made your way out of the bedroom. Just as you made it down the first flight of steps you heard a shocked gasp that made you whip your head around to the direction of it. “You naughty girl! I never would have thought that I would meet Miss ‘I’m never looking for a man’ after a wild night like this, half dressed, slightly limping, had a fun night?” You rolled your eyes as Satoru made his way over to you, Suguru following behind lightly chuckling.

“That’s none of your business Satoru, now let’s go downstairs and maybe if I feel like it, I’ll tell you.” Satoru took your hand and started pulling you down the steps, “come on, don’t take so long! I want to hear all the dirty details.” Once you three were on the ground floor, you told them everything and showed them the note, they looked at it then looked at you.

“You need to go, if he made you feel like that then you can’t let him go. You need to give him a chance and he’ll explain why he left.” Suguru spoke as he handed you the note and Satoru nodded. “I was planning on going but what if he’s not there? What if he just wrote the note to give me a false sense of hope?”

Satoru shook his head and placed his hands on your shoulders, slightly shaking you, “just go. Because if you don’t I know you’ll regret it for as long as you live. If he’s not there then we’ll trash his shop or just pay him a little visit.” You nodded and gave him a small smile, you clutched the note tighter and prayed a silent prayer, praying that Choso wasn’t messing with you, praying that Choso would be there at the fountain when the time came.

The next hours went by quickly, too fast for your liking. Your heart pounded in your chest so quickly and it only got worse as you made your way closer to the fountain. You wore one of your more casual dresses but that was only decided after going through your entire wardrobe twice. You knew you were a little early so you took a seat near the fountain, watching everyone as they walked past. You leaned over to an older man sitting nearby and asked him for the time and once he spoke the answer your heart sank.

Choso was late.

Ten minutes past eight, you sighed and looked down at your hands on your lap to try to hold back tears. You shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up, you shouldn’t have listened to that voice inside, you should’ve just stood home.

“Y/N!”

Your head shot up as you heard your name being called and relief washed over your body when you saw who called it out. Choso ran over to you with flowers in his hand, his hair was slightly disheveled from running and you stood up and walked over to meet him. “I’m so sorry I’m late, the florist was closed by the time I got there and it took a lot of begging to get him to open up his shop.” He handed you the flowers and you held them close to your chest, a smile growing on your lips. “Thank you, it’s beautiful.”

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“I wish I could say how relieved I was to see her there waiting for me. I thought she would’ve left after seeing that it was past the time I told her. But at that moment I would’ve ran to the nearest church and thanked god until my face turned blue.”

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You held the bouquet in one hand while he held your other hand, “I was thinking that we should go get dinner. I owe you a proper date after last night.” You nodded and held onto his hand tighter as you followed him to a local restaurant. You two sat in front of each other and Choso didn’t let go of your hand for a moment, “was work busy today?” Small talk ensued and it wasn’t awkward at all, something that you both were thankful for. Choso kept his eyes on you the entire meal, watching as you ate with a soft smile on his face. You wanted to question why he didn’t get anything for himself but decided not to.

After the meal he took you out for a walk around town, just letting you steer the conversation as you passed different buildings. “I understand if I’m stepping any lines by asking this, but why did you leave last night?” A small sense of panic filled his senses but quickly faded once he met your eyes, they were filled with interest and sincerity and it pained him to know that he had to lie to you for now.

“I had to open up the shop early for a shipment of new fabrics and I had some leftover work I needed to finish. For some reason it filled my head and disrupted my sleep so I had to leave. I didn’t want to leave but if I didn’t finish that work then I would have had to deal with a lecture from my most uptight customer. I am so sorry for leaving you last night, so sorry.” He looked down at you as your eyes scanned his, trying to see if there was anything he was hiding. You took his hand in one of yours and gently squeezed it as a smile grew on your face. Another wave of relief washed over him, he couldn’t imagine conjuring another lie for you, he was already surrounded by a web of them like a fly caught on the sticky netting.

He held your hand in his as you two walked with no particular destination to go. He could walk to the next country and continue on if you were by his side. You gave him a sense of comfort and a sense of humanity, he didn’t want to let that or you go. You two made your way to a local park, “there’s a pond here that I love to visit. I like to just sit by and watch the water ripple as the wind pushes it.” You looked into the open greenery as you spoke, your eyes lighting up due to a combination of the moonlight hitting you and thinking about going to the pond, showing him a more personal side of you. “Sounds perfect, lead the way, beautiful.” Heat rose to your cheeks at the name and you walked with him to the pond, the moonlight reflected on the body of water perfectly as you moved to sit with him on a bench nearby.

He still held your hand in his and he moved closer to you so your knees touched as you sat, “I’ve always loved coming here since I was a little girl. A friend of mine taught me how to skip rocks here and there’s many more memories I’ve been able to make here. It’s also been a place of protection and it’s pulled me away from any restless nights. Just being able to sit by the water and just think about everything is something that I’ll always cherish about this pond.” Another smile graced your lips as you spoke and Choso felt himself melt just by looking at you, he was honored to hear you speak about the importance of this pond, he didn’t deserve to share this moment with you, he didn’t even feel like he deserved to be with you. You looked at the water while he just stared at you then you turned your attention away to meet his eyes. “Is everything okay?” Your eyebrows furrowed slightly as you asked the question but quickly relaxed once he nodded.

“Mhm, I’m fine. You just look so beautiful, I couldn’t help but stare.” The genuine tone of his voice flustered you completely and you pressed your face to his arm. “You can’t keep saying things like that,” you whined, your words slightly muffled by the fabric of his shirt. He chuckled at your reaction and moved his free hand to hook two fingers under your chin and lifted your head up, “why can’t I? I’ve always thought it was important to tell the truth so I’m just voicing my truth.” You looked at him with big eyes, the moonlight reflected off the side of his face as he looked at you, highlighting his chiseled features, making him even more handsome than he already was. He moved his thumb to run against your bottom lip then leaned in until his lips met yours. It mirrored the first kiss you two shared the night before, soft and passionate all at once.

He caressed your cheek with the thumb that ran across your bottom lip just mere seconds ago then pulled back to break the kiss. “I wanted to do that all night.” You smiled and leaned in to peck his lips softly, “I did too, why didn’t you do it sooner?”

He chuckled and kissed you again before mumbling against your lips, “was just waiting for the perfect moment.” He held your face in his hands as your lips molded against his, it was perfect, you were perfect. It was your turn to break the kiss and you rested your forehead against his. “I want to keep seeing you, Choso. I enjoy how I am with you, even in such a small time.” His heart jumped in his chest at your words, your honesty and he moved back a bit so he could catch your gaze.

“I want the same. I haven’t felt like this before and I want to keep this feeling. So every night we’ll meet at the same spot as tonight and enjoy each other’s company.” He smiled softly and you wanted to question him. Why did he only want to see you at night? But you answered your own question by remembering that he owned his own business, maybe night is the only time he’s free. But deep down you wondered if there was someone else in the picture, someone else in his life, that made him want to see you late. You didn’t want to be the other woman in his life, you wanted to be the only woman. You were so wrapped up in your thoughts you didn’t notice that he caught on, probably reading every single question, doubt, and thought in your head. “Hey,” he gripped your chin gently and made you look at him, “what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

Heat rose to your cheeks as you met his eyes and you shook your head, “sorry, something popped into my head and I got a little distracted.” It wasn’t a complete lie, just a general umbrella of the truth. He nodded and leaned down to kiss you softly then pulled back slightly. “It’s getting late, I’ll take you back home.” You nodded and pressed your lips against his once more before pulling back completely.

Maybe one day you’ll get the courage to voice your thoughts, just not today.

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“I felt so fucking giddy once I dropped her off. I was excited for what was to come and what the future would hold for us. It was exciting and nerve wracking all at once.” A smile made its way onto his face as he spoke and it made Kento smile softly. “Everything was going beautifully, we met every single night and I felt some form of relief since I didn’t have to explain myself to her. But I knew something was up, there was something lingering in the back of her mind during our peaceful moments of silence. There were questions unanswered and questions that I knew she was too scared to ask. Then around three months into dating she finally asked them.”

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You two walked hand in hand by the pond he took you on your first date. You loved being with him but you wanted to walk out with him in the daylight, you wanted to show your relationship off like all the other couples. This felt like you two were hiding something and you didn’t like it. Choso noticed that there was something up but he didn’t want to force you to bring anything up unless you wanted to, so he decided to wait.

“Choso, can I ask you something?” You stopped in your tracks and looked up at him, his hair was pulled back loosely so strands of his hair framed his perfectly sculpted face. “Of course you can, darling. What’s on your mind?”

“Why do we always have to meet at night? I love spending time with you but I don’t want to be someone’s secret. I can’t be someone’s secret.” You sighed as he chuckled and scratched the back of his neck, expecting him to tell you he had a wife and kids. Expecting him to break your heart.

“I knew you were going to ask me this but no planning could ever help me figure out how to respond so I’ll just tell you the truth.” You waited with bated breaths for his response. “I can’t go out during the day because the sun would kill me. It would burn my skin like I was put in an incinerator. I can only go out after the sun sets because the darkness protects me. I’m a vampire, my love.” Your eyes widened at his words and you moved back from him. Nothing in his eyes showed you that he was deceiving you but maybe he was that good at lying.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re going to look me in the eye and tell me that bullshit?” You were beyond furious, how could he say that and expect you to believe him? “I would rather you just say that I was your mistress. Just forget about me, forget I exist, forget about everything that has to do with me.” You turned your back to him and made your first step to walk away from him until he tried to stop you by grabbing your wrist.

You tried to hold yourself back from slapping him, you really did try but the second he made contact with you, you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. You turned to him and your open hand collided with his cheek. The next moments were a blur and the next thing you knew you were pinned against a tree.

That was when you saw it, his eyes were practically glowing red as he stared you down. “What more do I need to do to show you? What possible desire would I have to lie to you?” Your eyes moved down to look at his mouth as he spoke, you saw his sharpened canines, sharper than the finest blade. Your chest rose and fell, all feelings of anger and frustration were swapped with curiosity and fear. He shut his eyes and dropped his head to try to collect himself, trying to calm down before doing something he would regret.

It was like your throat was closing in on itself, no words could escape you in the moment but your mind ran with questions. He lifted his head and everything was back to normal, “I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t want you to ever see me like this.” He let go of you and took a step back. “I’ll leave you be, I know there’s no way you’d want to be associated with a monster like me. I’ve done so many things in my life that’s deplorable, I’ve ruined so many people's lives and I don’t want to do that to you. You’re so sweet, so beautiful, so pure, I can’t taint you. I couldn’t live with myself if I did.”

His voice broke a bit as he spoke and you slowly reached out to him, holding onto the sleeve of his shirt. “No.” It was all you could choke out. You gripped the sleeve of his shirt tightly and pulled yourself to him, burying your face in his chest while you shook your head and repeated that word. Letting it get swallowed into the fabric. He wrapped his arms around you and held you until you lifted your head up. “You won’t taint me, I won’t let you leave and you’re not a monster. I don’t know what you did but I know you must’ve done it to survive. I can’t let you leave, you’ve made me so happy and made me feel so loved. I don’t want to lose this feeling and I don’t want to lose you. Please don’t go.”

He moved one hand to cup your cheek and wiped a stray tear that escaped from the corner of your eye. He leaned in and kissed you softly, “I won’t leave. I promise.” He muttered against your lips before kissing you again, deepening the kiss before pulling back. He slid his thumb along your kiss swollen bottom lip and smiled. “I think we should take this somewhere else, I don’t want anyone to get a glimpse of you. Call me selfish but I want you all to myself.”

You nodded and pressed a kiss to his thumb, “take me to yours.” He nodded and did just that. Once you two were confined in the space of his home he kissed you deeply while his hands pulled at your clothes, almost ripping them off before undressing himself. He held you close to him and gripped and groped at your body. “Jump, I’m taking you to my bedroom.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and held onto him tightly as you jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He gripped your ass tightly, massaging the flesh while you kissed and sucked on his neck, your fingers moved up the nape of his neck and pulled at the tie holding his hair back so the raven locks could fall freely.

He walked up the stairs quickly and kicked the door to his bedroom open so he could lay you on the bed. The plush fabric of his blanket swarmed you before he leaned down to kiss you again, his lips molded against yours hungrily. His cock throbbed as he gripped it, guiding it to your wet entrance. He broke the kiss and looked into your eyes, “I’m sorry my love but we need to skip the foreplay for now. I need you badly, I need to feel you again.” He pushed inside you and dropped his forehead against yours. Your back arched off the bed and your hands gripped his shoulders.

You couldn’t stop thinking about the first night you were intimate with him since it happened. On the nights after your dates with him, when you were in the lonely confines of your bedroom you would touch yourself to the thought of him and that night. Wondering if he would do the same to you if you had the chance to experience a moment like that again. Now that you finally have him here with you like this, you couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for you.

Your back arched to press your chest to his while he bottomed out inside you, he felt even better than what you dreamt of since that night. His cock twitched inside you and one of his hands fisted the sheets by your head while the other gripped your waist as he started thrusting. His hips slapped against yours with each heavy thrust. It was completely different from how he was when he was first intimate with you, any sense of fragility he had with you was completely out the window and replaced with animalistic need.

“Missed feeling you like this, you feel so fucking perfect for me. Just taking me perfectly, fuck.” He groaned and fisted the sheets in his hand tighter while his grip on your waist was bruising. All you could do was whimper and moan his name, the pleasure was completely overwhelming you. His eyes scanned your face, watching how it scrunched up then his eyes trailed down to your neck, he could practically hear the blood rush through your veins. If only he could have a taste of the saccharine nectar, but he had to control himself, especially in a moment of passion like this, he didn’t want to push anything too far. Your hands moved up to hook around the back of his neck to bring him even closer to you, he put more of his body weight on you and moved his other hand from your waist to the other side of your head.

“Kiss me, I want to feel you everywhere.” Your tone was drenched in lust and he couldn’t deny you. He captured your lips in his again, kissing you hungrily and sloppily, sucking on your tongue and pulling on your bottom lip between his teeth as he trailed his kisses down. Kissing along the side of your mouth and jaw until he could reach your neck. His hips snapped against yours harder and faster, maybe if he made you cum he wouldn’t be tempted to bite down on the soft skin of your neck. You tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging on the dark strands as he pounded into you. He licked up the length of your neck and he couldn’t help but bare his teeth, dragging the sharp points of them along your pulse point, which made you shiver underneath him.

You didn’t know what took over you in that moment, whether it was the drag and pull of his cock in your warm, wet walls or if it was something you wanted but didn’t realize until now. “ Bite me please.” Your voice was barely above a whisper and he wouldn’t have been able to hear you but thanks to how close you two were to each other, he could hear your plea clearly. He pulled back from your neck and looked at you with wide eyes and stopped moving his hips, earning a whine from you and a buck from your hips. “I can’t, I don't want to do something stupid and hurt you. I let myself lose control now by even letting my teeth drag against you but I can’t bite you.”

You lifted your hands to cup his face and shook your head. “Please. I know you won’t hurt me, I know you wouldn’t take it too far. I just want to feel it, I want to feel everything you can offer me, I need it so badly.” He looked into your eyes and he felt more conflicted than ever, you wanted it and deep down he wanted it even more than you, but then whatever shred of his conscience was left was screaming at him to rethink everything. “Please Choso, I want to be more connected to you. I’m all yours, mark me as such.” You let go of his face and held onto his arms as you tilted your head to the side, presenting yourself to him.

He let out a shaky breath and started moving his hips again, quickly finding the brutal pace he set earlier while dipping his head down. He kissed and sucked along your pulse point, still thinking about what he should do. He wanted to give you what you wanted but there was always a chance that he might end up hurting you. He groaned as his hips slammed into yours, his kisses and sucks grew hungrier as he kept thrusting. He had to hold himself back, he couldn’t succumb to his carnal desires…but he just couldn’t hold back any longer.

His fangs grazed against your skin once more before he sank them into you. Your back arched and tears pricked your eyes from the mix of pleasure and pain and your body reacted beautifully to him. “Cumming! Oh fuck.” Your body shook under him and his hips somehow started moving even faster. The mix of the saccharine that fell on his tongue and the way your walls clenched around and massaged his cock, he was cumming in no time. He rested his hips against yours as he filled you with his cum and somehow came back to his senses so he could pull away from your neck. He licked over the bite marks to clean off any blood that dripped and looked down at you.

You had a blissed out smile on his face, you looked like a masterpiece underneath him, so flawless. He leaned down and kissed you softly, you tasted the iron on your lips and pulled back slightly. “Sorry, I’m just not used to the iron taste.” He chuckled and leaned in to press a kiss to the corner of your lips, slowly pulling out of you as he did so. You whimpered as he pulled out completely then relaxed against his bed, feeling completely exhausted from the strength of your orgasm and the blood you lost. He left to go grab some tissues to clean you off and get you a glass of water but when he came back you were sound asleep. He chuckled and cleaned away any leaking cum and then set the glass of water down on the nightstand, just in case you woke up thirsty.

When he finally laid down next to you, he pulled you close to him and kissed the top of your head. He felt like the weight of the whole universe was lifted off his shoulders, especially since he could be honest with you. He hated that he had to keep the secret from you but now he could leave everything bare with you and know that you would accept him entirely.

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“It felt amazing to get everything off my chest and to have her accept me for who I was. We continued going on dates and our relationship progressed. After the five month period of us dating, I told her I loved her and she reciprocated my feelings. I can’t describe how I felt around her, there wouldn’t be enough words to do so but she was my everything. The sun to my cloudy day, the stars to brighten my night sky, the budding sprout that livened my dead garden, the air that I breathe.” He let out a small sigh and rested his head back against the couch he was seated on, thinking about all the time he had with you. A smile broke out on his face and he closed his eyes for a moment before opening them up again. “I think it was a few weeks short of our two year anniversary when I asked her to marry me. I was so nervous. But she said yes and a month afterwards our wedding came. The Astors offered to let us use their backyard as a wedding venue and they gave us all access to one of their properties for our honeymoon.”

Kento adjusted his position and leaned in, “so, did the Astors know about you being a vampire?” Choso chuckled in response and shook his head, “oh no, at that time the only people that knew were Y/N, Satoru and Suguru. We just convinced them that a wedding at night would be more romantic and they believed us.”

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You stood in front of the mirror and adjusted the veil on your head, making sure it draped over your shoulders perfectly. Mrs. Astor walked next to you and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder while your mother draped your grandmother’s necklace around your neck. “You look beautiful, sweetheart. Choso is so lucky to be the one to marry you and I’m so happy for you. I didn’t think you would be the type to get married but it makes me happy to see you so in love.” You smiled at her and placed a hand over your grandmother’s necklace.

“I was still hoping that you would marry Satoru but Choso is a nice guy, mysterious looking but he hasn’t given me a reason to not like him.” You turned to face your mother and hugged her tightly, she returned the loving embrace and squeezed you tightly. “Your father would have been so proud to see you like this, seeing his precious angel all dolled up for her wedding day.” You pulled back to look at her and wiped a few tears that escaped her eyes. “I wish he was here mom but I’m glad that I have you, thank you for accepting Choso even though he wasn’t your first choice for a son-in-law. But enough crying, we still have a wedding to get through.”

Choso was more nervous than he had ever been in his life and nothing Satoru or Suguru did to try to calm him down worked. “What if she changes her mind? What if she doesn’t want to marry me? What if I rushed everything?” He paced around the room while Satoru and Suguru tried to think of something to say, then there was a knock on the door and it opened to reveal Mr. Astor.

“Choso, what’s the matter? I can hear your footsteps from outside.” The older gentleman joked but sighed as he recognized all the telltale signs. “Come sit down with me, son.” He sat down on the bench in the room and patted the empty space, Choso looked at it for a moment before moving to sit down. “I’ll tell you this, you’re probably more nervous than she is. I was the same way when I got married to Charlotte, I felt like my heart was going to beat right out of my chest and all the doubts swarmed in. I thought about all my fuck ups when we first started dating. Even on our first date, I spilled my wine all over her beautiful dress, she had just bought it and within moments of us getting our drinks I dumped the entirety of the glass on her. But I can tell you this, when you see your soon-to-be bride walking down the aisle, every doubt leaves your mind. The only thing that you can think of is how beautiful she looks, like God sent down one of his angels for you. That’s what matters, not those pesky thoughts.” He placed his hand on Choso’s shoulder and stood, “now, fix your mop that you call hair and head outside, the sun just set and your bride is almost ready.” With that Mr. Astor left the room and Choso felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. Like that was what he needed to hear.

Within the hour the ceremony started and Choso stood next to the priest waiting for you. The door that led to the backyard opened and there you were with Satoru, he insisted on walking you down the aisle and wouldn’t take no for an answer. When Choso met your eyes he felt his heart stop, “James was right” he thought to himself as you started walking to him. The dress hugged your figure beautifully, a cinched waist and the high neckline made you look like a goddess. As you walked down some of the guests poured some flower petals on the train of your dress and offered whispered compliments of your beauty.

Tears threatened to brim Choso’s eyes but he quickly blinked and wiped them away, he couldn’t explain to the guests why his tears were crimson instead of translucent. Then, you stood there in front of him, you handed your bouquet to Satoru and took Choso’s hands in yours. “You look stunning, my love.” “And you look even more handsome than the first time I saw you.”

The priest began the ceremony and before you knew it, it was time for your vows. Choso spoke first, “my darling angel, I did not think I could love someone as much as I love you. You’re the reason why my heart beats every second and why air fills my lungs with each breath I take. I was in a dark place, I had lost all those who I had loved and I thought I would roam the earth in solitude but then you appeared and my life was introduced to light once again. Your smile rivals the sun, your skin is better than the softest silk, your eyes hold novels in them and your heart is bigger than any other. Your heart is a heart that is intertwined with mine for all of eternity. If I ask for one thing, all I ask is if one of us meets our timely demise without the other, I ask that we find each other again and live out our love over and over until the earth stops turning.”

You released one of his hands to wipe the tears that spilled from your eyes before speaking, “I had never believed in love until I met you. I had never been interested in relationships and devoting my time to another until that night we met. From that moment on you have shown me the beauty of love, a beauty that I have never been able to understand. You appeared in my life as a mysterious stranger of the night and now you are to be my husband, my soulmate. I have yearned for you all my life, I have loved you before knowing you, I dedicate myself to you. You have never failed to put a smile on my face and you always sweep me off my feet. Choso, I am yours forever as you are mine. Our souls are entangled and they will never part. I love you, for now, forever and always.”

You both put your wedding bands on each other's fingers and the priest said his closing words. “May God bless this marriage, you may kiss your wife.” Choso pulled you close and pressed one hand to your back before dipping you down and kissing you passionately, pouring his overflowing love onto your lips. You held onto his suit jacket tightly until he lifted you upright and broke the kiss. Every guest cheered for you both as you walked down the aisle hand in hand.

Everything went by quickly, the night was filled with laughter, tears, dancing, kisses but most importantly, love. Then you two were being ushered out by the Astors to a horse drawn carriage, “you’ll be taken to your honeymoon residence now, enjoy your night and congratulations.”

The ride to the cottage was fairly quick and once the carriage stopped, Choso got out then scooped you into his arms so he could walk through the door. Once you two crossed the threshold, he kicked the door shut and made his way up the wooden stairs to the master bedroom. “You look magnificent my love, you were glowing.” He made his way up the stairs quickly and set you on the bed. He quickly got rid of his clothes then captured your lips in his. The kiss was hungry and filled with a mix of love and lust. His hands moved along your body to try to find the buttons of your dress but when he started struggling with the first two he opted for the easier solution, tearing the dress off of you.

You gasped against his lips and broke the kiss when you heard the fabric tear. “Choso! What if we want to pass this dress down to our children?” He slid the dress off your shoulders and started peppering kisses along all the open skin he could get his lips on. “I’ll fix it, I’m the best tailor in town anyways.” His hands moved swiftly to undress you until you were both completely naked in front of each other. It was a sight that you both have seen hundreds of times but now it was different, now you two were a married couple and now it was more than just lust between you two. It was pure love. Something so pure it rivaled a virgin’s purity.

He gently pushed you back against the bed and leaned in to kiss you, this time he was much softer with his movements, he took his time to savor you and feel you. Your hands wrapped around the back of his neck to keep him close to you, pulling him so close that you could feel his heartbeat mold with yours once his chest was pressed to yours. He used one arm to hold himself up and his hand moved down to grip his cock, pumping it in his hand as he guided it to your awaiting entrance. He broke the kiss and looked down at you, “do you want me to prep you, my love?”

You shook your head and pulled the elastic that held his hair back, “no, I want you. I want all of you inside me.” He pressed his forehead against yours and slowly pushed himself inside you. It felt like the night he took your virginity, the first night he met you and the night you gave yourself to him. Your back arched slightly and your eyes fluttered shut as a moan left your lips. It was a sight he could never get tired of for as long as he lived.

“I love you.” He groaned out the words as he bottomed out inside you and moved his other arm to rest by your head. He gave you a moment to adjust and started thrusting, slow and deep thrusts as his cock worked through your plush walls. “I love you so much, my husband.” Your words came out through breathy moans and your nails dug into his toned arms, digging at the flesh but only leaving red marks in its wake.

His hips slowly picked up speed, it was still nothing like how he would normally fuck you. There was no animalistic nature, no brutal snapping of his hips against yours, no headboard banging against the wall so hard you would think it would break. He was slow, meticulous, and thorough with each thrust. It was as if he was reciting his vows and pouring his heart to you once more each time his hips met yours. He captured your lips in his again and moved his left hand down to rub your clit.

You two shared moans and groans against each other's lips and nothing needed to be said. What else could there be when your bodies were speaking for you?

While his movements were slower than normal, the buildup to your orgasm was just the same. Your toes curled and your back arched as you felt the coil tighten in your stomach. Each thrust tightened it more and more until it just snapped. You broke the kiss and moaned his name in the most beautiful sound he had ever heard, it was as if angels were singing in his ears. To him, you were the angel singing in his ear. He thrusted a few more times before filling you to the brim with cum, he let out a guttural groan of your name and dropped his head in the crook of your neck. He placed gentle kisses on the skin until his lips felt the all too familiar marks from his fangs. He licked over them and lifted his head to look up at you.

Your eyes were already half shut, you were fighting sleep like you always tried to do and it made him chuckle. He pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose then kissed your lips softly. “Get some rest my love, we have the rest of eternity to relive moments like these. Just close your eyes and dream peaceful dreams of our future together.” You let out a small whine, trying to say something back but fatigue took over. He watched your eyes close and listened to the gentle hum of your even breaths. He slowly pulled out of you and laid next to you. He covered you both with a blanket and watched as you slept, his eyes traced over your features until they were etched into his mind.

If he could put all of his emotions into writing he would write best selling novels on everything he loves about you, if he was a musician, he would write symphonies about the little things that make you, you.

This chance that he had felt like he was finally going to have his happily ever after.

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“Now, every love story has an ending and the hope is that the ending would be a happy one but not this love story. Kento, would you follow me? Take your recorder too.” Choso stood from where he was sitting and waited for Kento to follow as he made his way to his bedroom. On the wall facing the bed was a large painting of a woman, most likely in her late 20s, a soft smile was on her face and Kento followed Choso closer to it.

As he moved closer the gears turned in his head and his eyes widened as he made the realization. “Y/N.” His mouth moved before he could properly gather his thoughts and Choso turned to face him, nodding. “This is Y/N. This was finished three months before that dreaded day, done by a young man that recently moved to the town we lived in. He did it for free so in return I promised him free alterations for life. She was so happy when she saw it, she said that it didn’t even look like her but she was so wrong. While the boy was talented he could never capture her beauty, no one could.”

Choso stood silent for a moment while he brought his hand up to the painting, his fingers lightly grazing the glass of the frame that protected the painting. Kento’s eyes trailed back and forth from the painting to Choso and back until they focused on Choso. His eyes widened a bit as he saw the tears that spilled from the raven haired male, the tears of blood that spilled so freely. Kento had never seen Choso show this much emotion, Choso was always quick to wipe at his tears but not now.

Kento slowly approached him and rubbed his back. “It’s okay, please take your time. I can’t imagine how difficult this is for you to recollect all this, all the pain.” Choso nodded and took a deep breath before wiping the tears away. “It’s just that I haven’t spoken about that day with anyone, I’ve tried to bury it but whenever I see her face, everything just comes to the surface and drowns me. I miss her, I miss her so much.”

Kento set the recorder down and hugged Choso, squeezed him tightly and stood there with him. “Let it out, you need to let it all out.” Choso hugged him back, more tears streamed down his face and a red stain grew on Kento’s shirt. After a few moments of silence Choso broke the hug. “Thank you, I’m ready to speak about her now.” Choso looked at your picture and sighed. “It was just after her 33rd birthday, the year was 1909 and I was at my shop when I received the call. Y/N was out running some late errands with Satoru and she was supposed to meet me at the shop.”

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He held the two fabrics up to Suguru and held them to the pants he had against his work table. “The left matches these pants more right?”

Suguru sighed and looked at Choso with a raised eyebrow. “And why are you asking me?” Choso chuckled and set the fabrics down, “well you’re in my shop and you’re not asking for alterations so I’m making you do some work. You know, for taking up space.” Suguru narrowed his eyes but jumped when the phone rang. “Can you be a dear and answer the phone? You’re not much help with color matching.”

Suguru sucked his teeth and answered the phone, his eyes widening at the frantic voice on the other end. “Satoru, calm down! I can’t understand you when you’re frantic, calm down!” Choso’s eyes widened and looked over at Suguru. As he stood there waiting his heart sunk to his stomach, the anticipation was all too much. “What’s going on?”

Suguru hung up the phone and his face looked like it was drained of its blood. “It’s Y/N, she’s dead.” Choso ran over to him and gripped his shirt in his fists tightly, his eyes changed to a glowing burgundy. “Stop joking around and tell me the fucking truth. My wife isn’t dead.” Suguru placed his hands over Choso’s and took in a shaky breath. “She’s dead. She was in the store with Satoru and she just collapsed. When they were on the way to the hospital she had no pulse. She’s gone. We need to go to the hospital now.”

Choso let go of the now crying male and quickly left his shop.

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“I kept on telling myself that it couldn’t be true. She was healthy, she had recently gone to the doctor and she was in perfect health. But when I saw her body covered with a white sheet, that’s when reality hit me.”

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Choso sank to his knees when he saw your lifeless body on the table. He gripped your hand and squeezed it, all warmth was gone. “Baby, please. I need you. What happened to the life we were going to live? What about the children we were supposed to have? What about living for the rest of eternity together? Baby please. Please get up, please let this be a sick joke. I won’t be mad I promise. Just please let me hear your voice once more, let me hear your laughter, let me see your smile. Please.”

Tears streamed down his face and he banged his fist on the ground as he turned his head up to the ceiling. “I was good! I’ve done nothing wrong! Why did you have to take her from me? Why punish me now when I was truly happy? I’ve atoned for my sins, I’ve prayed for forgiveness and this is how I get repaid? What the fuck kind of sick judgement is that? What more do I need to do? You’ve given me this curse, now I have to live alone? Why take her when you could’ve taken me? She’s done nothing to you. She’s your most perfect creation and now you take her back? Fuck you! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!” He spent the rest of his time sobbing until Satoru came in, his face stained with tears.

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve never invited her with me. Maybe this wouldn’t have happened.” Choso lifted his head, “you apologizing means nothing, it won’t bring her back. Just leave.” His tone was sharp and cold, Satoru just nodded and left.

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“Later on I had learned that her death wasn’t preventable. It just happened and there was nothing I could’ve done about it. Maybe it was a good thing that I wasn’t there when she died but I wish I could’ve been there in her final moments. I wish that I could’ve been the last face she saw but maybe I wasn’t meant to see it. I still dream of Yuuji during his final moments, so maybe this was God’s way of looking out for me. I mean, who wants to see their soulmate die in front of them? But it’s the selfish side of me that wishes I was there.” He took a deep breath and sighed, Kento drew closer and rubbed his back in some form of consolation.

“Within the following weeks we held a funeral for her. What hurt the most was seeing her mother so upset, I have never seen someone cry so much in my life. The Astors paid for a beautiful tombstone and her mother visited her grave every single day until she met her own demise. I patched things up with Satoru and Suguru and I was with them until they died. Then I was alone again.” He sighed and looked up at the painting. “But I changed. Even before Y/N I had never thought about killing for sport but when she was ripped from my life I killed innocent people just for the hell of it. It wasn’t just people who deserved it, it was people who had so much to live for and I took that away from them. I don’t want pity for what I’m saying, I’ve prayed for forgiveness and I have changed for the better. I mean, you see I only drink from blood bags, it’s donated blood so I’m not hurting anyone to ease my pain. About 10 years ago I saw Y/N in a dream. This is something I’ve kept to myself and not even mentioned to you during our personal conversations.”

Choso tapped his fingers against the frame of the painting and walked out of the room, Kento following close behind. “She looked divine. She was glowing and she had such a beautiful smile on her face but she also looked pained. I know it must have been because she was aware of all the damage I caused after her death and also because I was alone again. But when she approached me all she did was hold me in her arms, I babbled and blubbered like a newborn baby. I apologized to her and told her how much I miss her and she just held me. Then when it was time for her to go and time for me to wake up she just told me one thing, she told me, ‘look for me, I will be in your life again and we will fulfill our promise of being together for eternity.’ Then I woke up, tear stains were on my face and pillow and I’ve held onto that message ever since. I have no clue what she could’ve meant but God, I hope I’ll be able to find that answer soon.”

Choso turned to Kento and nodded, signaling that he was done for today’s interview. Kento stopped the recording and sat down on the couch and Choso followed. “Thank you for sharing that with me. I really do appreciate it. I know she’s watching over you and I know that you two will find each other again. I just hope that it happens soon.” Choso nodded at his words and offered a small smile, “I hope so too but now let’s change to something a little happier. So how many children are you two planning to have?”

Kento chuckled and combed his fingers through his hair, “well I personally just want one but she wants at least two so I’ll have to adjust to that number. But once we do have children, I want you to be their godfather, I want you to be involved in their lives.” Choso sucked in a breath and sat silent for a moment, trying to gather the right words. “I know you don’t want to face more loss in your life but I want someone to be there for you. You have isolated yourself in this cold, cold place. I know you don’t even go out for anything anymore but you need to live. If not for yourself, then for Y/N. How could you find her again if you’re cooped up in here?”

Choso narrowed his eyes at the blonde and tensed at his words. “I know, it’s just hard. I’ve tried to will myself but I just can’t. I don’t want to make myself vulnerable again, I know she’s out there somewhere but what if she’s not ready for me just yet. What if she’s with another? I can’t live knowing she’s loving someone else that isn’t me.” His voice cracked a bit and he shook his head. Kento moved a bit closer and gripped his shoulder, “you don’t know that, you don’t know. Stop living with hypotheticals. Live with the truth and the truth is in the outside world. Go out there. You know, I actually saw a new nightclub opened up a few blocks from here. Go out and experience life in the modern world. And who knows? She might be there waiting for you. And if you don’t go, I’ll drag you there myself. Your inhuman strength is no match for my determination.”

Choso laughed at the poor joke and shrugged. “Fine, I’ll go but don’t expect me to go to this place every night. I think I’ll go insane if I do.”

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After a few hours of conversation Kento left and Choso got himself ready to go out. He looked at himself in the mirror as he styled his hair one last time then walked over to the painting. “Please be out there tonight, I feel ridiculous doing this. But for you, I’ll do anything.” He pressed two fingers against his lips then pressed them against the frame of the painting before leaving. His nerves shouted at him as he walked down to the club, he saw the long line forming when he approached the block and let out a deep sigh, “of course the line is long, lucky me.” He glanced at the people already on the line as he moved to the back and there was no sign that you would be there. And as the time passed on the line, he started losing hope.

There would be no chance in hell that he could find you again the first night he started searching for you, it was an unrealistic dream but there was still a glimmer of hope. Maybe he would be lucky for one more time in his miserable life. Maybe, just maybe.

After what felt like forever, he finally made his way inside. He smelled the booze, sweat, cheap perfumes and colognes, just everything. It was a nice club, had two floors and the top was presumably for VIPs and celebrities and the bottom was for the common folk who wanted a wild night. The bass of the music thrummed in his ears and he started thinking about heading back home. This wasn’t his scene and he didn’t want to be there longer than he had to but he had to see if you were around. Just some form of you. He made his way through the sweaty bodies all packed together like sardines so he could go to the bar. Maybe if he had a few drinks in him, this environment would be just slightly tolerable.

After about an hour and about five whiskeys, the situation was seemingly getting worse. His body needed more alcohol and the alcohol already in his system was just making him irritable. He stood at one end of the bar, far away from the drunken club-goers that stumbled and were on the brink of toppling over. His eyes scanned around to see if there was a trace of you and just when he was about to give up, he saw you.

You were at the other end of the bar, trying to catch the bartender's attention while she was flirting with someone else. His heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest and his body started moving before his mind could process anything. He had to confirm what he saw, he had to make sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. He maneuvered his way through the drunken people, almost shoving a few out of the way to get closer to you. Then he was there, standing next to you. His throat was dry but he had to get something out.

“Y/N.” Your name tumbled from his lips and somehow you were able to hear it through the loud music and all surrounding noise. You turned to face him and you lifted your head to meet his gaze. “Hi”, you froze for a moment before continuing, “do we know each other from somewhere?” Your question was asked so gently and there Choso stood frozen.

Everything was the same from all those centuries ago. Like the same angel was sent back down to earth to grace his eyes once more. Your eyes crinkled when you smiled just as they did all that time ago, your voice was the same, only slightly raspier since you have spent the past few minutes yelling for the bartender’s attention, everything was the same. Choso couldn’t believe his eyes, how could he have been so lucky to see you reborn again?

You asked the question again, assuming that he didn’t hear you but again you only received silence as a response. This stranger just stood in front of you, completely frozen but you couldn’t seem to tear yourself away from him. Like there was this magnet that kept you captivated by him. A sense of familiarity washed over you but there was also confusion since you couldn’t trace back to where you knew him from. But if you two didn’t know each other, how could he possibly know your name?

Then he finally gained his train of thought, “sorry, I have to go.” Choso moved through the crowd and you followed behind him, like there was some tether tied to the both of you. You had to follow him or else the invisible tie would snap. Tears gathered in Choso’s eyes as he made his way through to the exit and once he was outside it was like he had gotten even faster. You ran after him as best as you could then stood on the corner when you lost sight of him.

One of your friends who witnessed the whole thing go down approached you and gently gripped your shoulder, “hey, did you know that guy?” You turned to face her and furrowed your eyebrows as you thought about it, you didn’t necessarily know him but you felt like you had. He knew you but you knew relatively nothing about him but you felt like you knew everything about him. Your friend gently shook you to grab your attention, “did you?”

“I think I did.”

Choso looked around to see if you were still following him and once he noticed you weren’t he leaned against the abandoned building and sank down to his knees. Crimson tears streamed down his face and one of his hands clutched the fabric of his shirt near his heart while he muttered to himself.

“I found her, I found you.”

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While not something she particularly likes to do often, Mira occasionally helps Makarov calm down after a rough day with her 'skills'. This can vary depending on situations. When team Natsu makes problems she knows he's going near giant mode on her in their private room and she won't be leaving that night. But it's better than the alternative.

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“ the drive home will help too. You ever have those days where you were doing so much as a kid and then as soon as you’re in the car you’re out?” Ramsey smiled softly. Even after everything that she’d been with with Diego she still trusted him. Their history was messy but she still looked at him as someone she knew she could go to. Maybe in a way it helped that they had slept together, because the only other person she wanted to talk to about serious matter had been her ex. “ thank you. There’s no rush, but I do really appreciate this. I haven’t really been able to talk about the situation to many people and I kind of need an expert.” @diegomartinezz

Diego didn't want to be known as the asshole who sleeps around and never calls afterward but whenever he did sleep with anyone, he made sure that they knew exactly what they were getting themself into. Ramsey seemed to understand that, unlike other women, "Yeah, you're probably right, I really need her to feel sleepy because she is far from it right now," Diego said letting out a nervous chuckle, "Sure, we can go somewhere private after I drop Isabella home with her nanny,"

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yandere ⋆ #tw:yandere

toxic relationships (manipulation, possessiveness, jealousy, patronization/condescension, extreme control, etc) ⋆ #tw:toxic relationship

age gaps between consenting adults ⋆ #tw:age gap

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blood ⋆ #tw:blood

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with that being said, here is a list of 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞:

anal | pegging | ass eating

femdom | mommy kink | dom reader

pedophilia | underage

beastiality

pet play | hybrids

age play

lactation

water sports | scat | vomit

eating disorders

vore

full blood incest | any incest that isn’t big bro x lil sis (dad x daughter, uncle x niece, etc)

[akutashi]

Sugar Daddy!Chuuya

Tags: 18+ MDNI, talks of alcohol and alcohol consumption, mentions of sugar daddy relationship, mention of previous age gap relationships, use of the term daddy, nicknames (baby), some small general smut

WC: 728

AN: I ignored all my other pieces to finish this considering the events of chapter 101, so here’s everyone’s happiness for the week for ya’ll manga readers :’)

Unsuspecting Chuuya whose eyes were scanning the wine bottle in his hands. Would this be his drink of choice for the weekend? “Y’know if you’re looking at that, you should really try this.” An unfamiliar voice chimed up from behind him, an arm extending out with a different bottle of wine. Raising his eyebrow in curiosity he grabbed the bottle with his free hand, inspecting it before putting the bottle he originally had back on the rack. “You must really know your stuff, hm?” He turned to look at the mysterious person who initiated contact with him and was met with your mischievous smirk.

You did this often, hide in plain sight and carefully go people watching. You learned a lot this way, how to tick people off, how to interact with them, picking up on likes and dislikes and using it to your advantage. You used this trait of yours in particular to appeal to the men around you, more specifically the ones who had money. The lavish gifts these men gave you without a second thought never failed to surprise you, and in all honesty you reveled in it. The moment Chuuya walked in you could tell he had money, the way he dressed, the way he held himself, a certain sense of confidence dripping off of him that screamed to you like a siren. And you were grateful, grateful to have found someone new, someone who was, thank god, your age.

It was in that moment in the store that you met face to face where you both fell in love. No strings attached was always a lie, because when you were with Chuuya, you felt free, free like that constant funny fuzzy feeling in your stomach when you propelled from a steep incline in a car or a roller coaster. Free like floating aimlessly in the ocean, rays of sunlight softly warming your cheeks as the cold water touched your arms.

Chuuya lived both lavishly and modestly. While he partook in fine dining paired with wine, and occasionally was interested in high fashion, he also wasn't one to turn down a night spent on the couch, watching television until he fell asleep. He would always make you taste whatever new wine he would buy with him, mindfully pouring a glass for you and watching as you would take your first sip before he did. Those overly sweet and sour kisses that followed afterwards as the wine lingered on both your lips and tongues.

He was one to always make sure that his appreciation for fashion influenced you in some way. He always made sure to buy you whatever you wanted, making sure your wardrobe was never close to empty. "Don't you worry, daddy will buy you whatever you want." He would smirk while swiping his card before grabbing the shopping bag, holding it for you if it was too heavy.

He was cliche, always asking you to show off what you got after a long day out shopping, making sure to take in and appreciate every outfit you modeled for him. A “C’mhere, lemme get a closer look at you.” would fall from his lips before gesturing at you, grabbing you and pulling you into his lap once you were within reach of him. Not a second wasted before he was peppering kisses on your neck, your jaw, your lips. “Chuuya wait, don’t wanna ruin the clothes already.” You would pout at his actions of harshly tugging at the new fabric, voice whiny and breathless. “Don’t worry baby, can just buy you a new one later.” He replied matter of factly which then followed a quick undressing session, hastily pulling off your clothes before tossing them to the floor. He was always eager for this part, hands roaming lovingly up and down your body before positioning you comfortably in his lap. Making you ride him at an uncomfortably slow pace until you were worked up and begging for more. Of course he gives you what you want, he always gives his baby what they want. Flipping you over so he’s now on top of you, thrusting into you at a slightly more vigorous pace. He loves hearing you whine underneath him, begging him for more with pleading eyes. He’ll always make sure to give you just whatever you want, anything to make you happy.

[kingkatsuki]

You live in a quiet peaceful neighborhood, so peaceful people don't even lock their doors at night but as pleasant as it might be it's just so boring. Nothing thrilling ever happens not even a domestic violence call to one of your neighbors homes,nothing. So when the house next door's "Forsale sign" is no longer imbedded into the rich green grass of the front lawn you hope your new neighbors bring a little bit of excitement along with them. A lovely couple in their 40's moves in along with 2 dogs no kids you guess, the exciment comes in the form of a tall built young man with blonde spiky hair body glistening with sweat as he carries two big boxes inside as if they weight nothing. You and your husband come out to greet them offering a helping hand but they deny the offer saying their son got it covered. Said son gets called over for introductions and your mind goes blank,you weren't able to see him clearly from your lawn but now that he is towering in front of you hand extended for you to shake you are in awe. Your throat feels dry and your knees a little weak and you hope neither his parents or your husband notices the shake in your hand has you take his in a firm handshake, " I'm Katsuki, Bakugo Katsuki is a pleasure to meet you" the sound of his voice sends a wave of heat right between your legs,you say your name back and smile softly at him hoping it comes out as welcoming and not flirty but he still holding your hand and looking straight into your eyes as you tuck some strands of hair behind your ear. Your husband's hand comes to rest in the small of your back and the spell breaks Bakugou let's go of your hand and you miss the rough feel of it on your skin already. Turns out Bakugou is staying with them for the remaining of summer break he is 21 attending college ,he is unemployed so his parents offer for him to cut your grass or anything of the sort they don't want him to just waste his summer away being a slob, saying goodbyes along with a " Welcome to the neighborhood" you part ways going inside your home but you don't fail so notice Bakugou's stare following you until you close your door. Your husband take advantage of having somebody cutting your grass for cheap and ask Bakugou to come once a week to take care of it while he's at work,your husband forgets to mention this so when you hear your door bell ring early in the morning you open your door wide open expecting to see your husband, perhaps he has forgotten something but it's not him is your new young hot neighbor's son,somebody you shouldn't be lusting for you are older than him and married at that,with a squeal you cover yourself with your little robe hoping he didn't notice the tiny pajamas you have on he says your husband asked him to come and take care of the lawn, he says he's here to "squeeze the day" as he walks past you giving you a smothering look and a cocky smirk you're left confused standing on tour doorway at his words that's until you remember which pajamas you're wearing,tiny shorts that ride up between your ass cheeks plastered with bright cute orange,limes and lemons ,your tight soft top is adorned with two oranges each laying perfectly atop one of your tits,your nipples pebbled and visible under the thin fabric,below said oranges it reads " Squeeze the day" you blush and bite your lip closing and locking the door behind you.

This was a whole ass thirst on its own but just imagine deliberately finding odd jobs in the house just so you can invite Bakugou round to fix them. Tinkering with the leaky faucets in your kitchen or bathroom, unscrewing one of the screws that hold up a shelf in your bedroom. Telling your husband it’s okay as he’s super busy with work so you can get Bakugou to come round and fix it.

You’re going to end up bent over the kitchen counter while he fucks into your wet cunt, lewd noises filling the room as his balls slap against your clit, his muscular frame pressing you down harder against the surface as he whispers into your ear about how desperate you must be for his cock that you’re deliberately breaking shit, and if you wanted it all you had to do was ask—

Making you feel more amazing than your husband has in years, your toys bringing you more gratification than your husbands lackluster skills. Each night you lay beside him and think about Bakugou as you bring one of your toys between your thighs, pressing it into your slick heat as you try to imagine it’s Bakugou touching you. But soon, even your toys aren’t enough to satiate your need. It just doesn’t feel the same.

Texting Bakugou to come over when he replies about how desperate and needy you must be, how badly you must need to cum. Getting you to send lewd pictures of yourself to him, sending some back to you in return. Pictures of him fisting his cock while he captions “thinking about you.” Or “imagining your lips around my cock.” It makes you happy seeing him compliment you and your body, something you haven’t heard from your husband for a while.

You know he’s going to tell his best friend Kirishima about his new summer job too, and Kiri is going to wanna join in on the action. Being “helpful”. Your husband none-the-wiser as he leaves for work each morning.

[awintersrose]

I'm probably overstepping my bounds here, but would it be possible to request OroAnko for 11, or failing that, 31? I know I'm trash.🙇🏻‍♀️

Kinktober Day 11 - Aftercare

(From this list of prompts)

All Kinktober fills should be considered explicit unless I say otherwise, but this one is more M-rated.

I’ll also preface this by saying that I don’t normally write this ship for personal reasons, so I had to write a version that was most in line with how I could see this working out best, at the risk of disappointing readers. In the case of most ships where there is already a high power imbalance I often prefer to subvert that power imbalance by flipping it in the opposite direction. So in short, Anko is the top here, and true to the prompt, the focus is aftercare. This may not meet expectations entirely, but it’s what I needed for these two.

Okay, disclaimer over.

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He opens his eyes to the dim glow of lowered lights and the feeling of pure lassitude in all four limbs, edged with the pleasant soreness of muscles well-stretched, well-used. Extending arms and legs reminds him of potential bruising to come, trophies of a satisfying session. The air beneath the plush blanket encasing him is toasty-warm and leaving it is a preposterous idea, but above all else, the silence in his mind is what is most notable. Intrusive thoughts cleared, the static and noise always present have been brought down to naught but the soft glow of familiar chakra nearby.

“Hey, sensei - I’ve got your tea.” Anko’s voice prompts him to turn over so that he can see her.

“I thought I told you not to call me that anymore,” Orochimaru tries to sound disapproving, but the edges of his lips curl, betraying his amusement.

Once again, it’s always down to routine between the two of them.

“Eh, you know you’re still kinda teaching me things, and the scene is over. Besides, it’s always weird to call you by name. Can't really help it now, can I?” Anko sticks her tongue out as she sits close with a mug of something fragrant, and a plate of dango skewers.

“You could, but as usual you prefer to be vexatious,” he teases, “What flavor today?” 

“Kinako. And that sencha from Iron Country.”

Orochimaru sits up, gingerly withdrawing an arm from his too-pleasant cocoon of warmth to accept the mug of hot, blessed tea. Reddened, cordlike marks snake around his wrist and forearm, and he makes a sound of approval as he examines them, happy with the reminder.

“That was a very fun tie, Anko-chan,” he hums, sipping delicately. The tea is shy of still boiling hot, exactly as he likes it.

“Yes well, you’re a very, very fun rope bunny to have on call,” she moves in behind him to massage perpetually tense shoulders. “No one else is quite as bendy or enjoys extreme kinbaku quite like my snake sensei.”

Lifting a skewer of dango from the plate, he relaxes into her attentions and nibbles at the sweet, enjoying the mild flavor and the praise. “It’s quite the win-win situation, then, isn’t it my dear? Edification, satisfaction, and the acquisition of more skills that you can take elsewhere.”

“I’d almost say you sounded jealous if I didn’t know for a fact that you have company coming later.” She smirks, placing a kiss at his bare shoulder.

“And they’ll get to spy an array of your marks left behind on my skin, sadistic girl. What did you use earlier, by the way? A cane or a crop?”

Anko laughs, tracing the edge of one vivid stripe. “Both, of course, but I was more interested in seeing the suspension. You do look so pretty when you fly - in both ways, of course.”

In her mind’s eye, she can still see the coppery silk ropes woven over his form in exquisite detail, suspending him in an inversion, limbs bound at a seemingly impossible angle despite the bliss across his face. The ropes now lie in artless piles on the tatami, and no matter who she uses them on, he’s her favorite.

“I do, don’t I?” he agrees with a soft chuckle, and she swats his shoulder none-too-gently. “Now, now, the scene is over, dear. You should really be nicer to your favorite rope bunny, was it?”

“Oh really, who’s being vexatious now?” Anko rolls her eyes despite a grin.

“Feel free to hold it against me for next time, hmm?” Orochimaru turns to look back at her, offering her the plate of dango.

Accepting the offer, she knows that she certainly will - because when they meet on this level they both always get what they need.

[denscontrol]

She gave a pout until he moved and waved at the janitor as she smirked and moved closer to him. “I see. You want some privacy, that’s fine, I can wait a little while longer…but maybe you can’t.” She then walked to the door and shut it, and even turned off some of the lights, leaving the usual emergency lights on as she walked closer. “Does that set the mood for you sir…I don’t have any other plans for today, so I’m hoping you could entertain me…for about 15 minutes~”

She continued to poke and prod at him with her words and decided to be a bit more bold as she undid another button and then laid herself on the desk like a pinup girl. “If you can last that long, I’d be willing to let you give me some extra class work after school, say maybe your place. Again, that’s all dependent if you can last long enough to even please a woman, if you can even manage that.” The rebellious redhead poked again, almost having fun at his expense.

Working Around Security

Jade had been a notorious student, always rebellious, back talking teachers, it was honestly a miracle that she was never expelled or given any harsh punishments more than detention after school. Nonetheless the redhead let herself into the detention room as she sighed loudly and dramatically as she walked over to her seat and plopped her ass down in the chair as she kicked her feet up on the desk. She was in the room for about 30 seconds now and she wanted out like yesterday. She looked at the ceiling trying to figure out an answer as she then looked at who was overseeing the detention room.

Her mind began to run through a few ideas but none of them were sticking as she sat at her desk not even bothering to even make an attempt at the homework given out to her. All that was in her mind was how to get out of the room and fast.

@dealiainstitute

[semisgroupie]

slutty little girl

professor!getou suguru x bimbo!fem. reader

wc: 2.1k (this was supposed to be a drabble I have no clue what happened)

warnings: degradation, name calling (just a lot of slut’s thrown around in various forms), age gap (suguru is in his early 30s and reader is 21), creampie, unprotected sex, rough sex (suguru has his limits), office sex (this is my thing now), dubcon, spit, spanking, light choking, suguru is just a little unhinged, dacryphilia

a/n: this was requested by a lovely anon for my what happens after class event! this is my first time writing a bimbo reader so I hope I hit the mark!

He should’ve known that you were going to be a major distraction from the beginning.

He should’ve known that one day your ditzy charm would be too much for him. How could he possibly ignore you when you looked and dressed the way you did? How your skirts got shorter and shorter with each passing day? How your shirts were cut even lower and were tighter each time you showed up to class?

You were a temptress and no matter how hard he tried to ignore you and move on with his day, he still ended up in the same position every single night. Fucking his fist to the thought of you bent over his desk for him, watching how you struggled to take his fat cock inside your tight cunt, listening to your mindless babbles while he fucked you even dumber than you already were.

But soon only fucking his fist wasn’t enough, he needed more, he needed you. Not once throughout his 10 year career had he wanted to fuck one of his students as much as he wanted to fuck you. He’s had girls throw themselves at him for a multitude of reasons, wanting a better grade, just wanting to fuck a man older than them, wanting to check something off their sex bucket list or just watched too many movies and thought they could seduce him.

But with you, you were completely different. The clothes you wore weren’t to seduce him or to try to distract him, he figured it out by the second class that you just wore things like that just because you liked to wear it. The way you bent over his desk to flash your lacy pink bra while asking him a question was always an innocent accident then when you noticed what you were doing, an apology was always covered by your giggles. It all drove him insane.

So insane that he needed to make a plan on how he could have your tight cunt wrapped around his cock. Fuck, even if it were just your glossy lips wrapped around him his desires would be satiated.

He didn’t know how he was going to plan it out, you never requested office hours with him and you always had things to do after class. It was more than irritating but he finally found his beacon in the form of the most recent exam which was worth 20% of your grade. You received a D- on the exam, he was honestly surprised that you even got that grade with how poor your answers were. But now he could finally put his plan into action, he could finally get his hands on you and all over you.

When class started he held up the stack of papers and set them down on the table, the action alone making your heart race. You knew you should’ve studied more but it was just so boring. He called each student’s name one by one and when he got to your name you moved slowly. Once you finally got your desk you leaned in flashing him with your pretty baby pink lace bra. He handed you your test and a pout grew on your glossy lips. “I’m going to need you to go with me to my office after class so we can discuss further actions to salvage your grade.”

You nodded without another word and took your bottom lip between your teeth as you made your way back to your seat. As he continued on with the class he noticed how you were deep in thought. What the reason was, he had no clue and he didn’t really care. He was finally going to make a move and finally ravage you the way he so desperately desired.

The class went by unusually quickly for you but the minutes ticked by too slowly for him. Once the hour was up he dismissed everyone and you stood behind. He quickly packed his things and you packed your laptop away and walked over to him. “Ready to go up?”

You nodded and followed him into the elevator, standing close to him and making it even more difficult for him to not touch you. You were in the perfect position, he could just slip his hand up your already short skirt and grab a handful of your ass. But he used the last ounce of self control he had to hold himself back until you two were in his office. He let you enter first and he stepped in behind you, locking his door securely and closing all the blinds which was a sign to anyone passing by to not disturb him.

You sat down in the chair across from his desk and started playing with the hem of your skirt, flashing him even more of your soft skin. Soft skin that he wanted to dig his fingers into until there were bruises and indentations left. He sucked in a breath to calm himself and moved to sit across from you. “Now you know why I called you here, this exam is a very big chunk of your grade and comparing it to your last exam it wasn’t any better. I’m very concerned about your grades in his class and I really want my students to achieve their best.”

You nodded and looked up at him, a pretty pout on your face. “I’m really sorry Professor Getou, I really tried my best to study but I just got so bored and I couldn’t do it anymore. I just get so bored when I study and I’ve even tried the ways you recommended.” It wasn’t the truth, whenever you open up your notes your mind wanders to anything else, the newest bubblegum and cherry lip gloss you could get your hands on, what cute designs you could get on your nails next, the next shopping spree you could go on, just anything but your academics.

He nods and sits back in his chair as he pretends to think. “Well I do know of another technique you can use but it’ll be more of a hands on demonstration.” He knew his next words might end up freaking you out but from what he’s seen so far he knew you wouldn’t bat an eye. “I’m going to need you to come here and sit on my lap. I’m going to take out the practice exam I gave you two weeks ago and we’re going to go over it page by page.” You nodded and got up from your seat without asking a question, just like he expected. You moved around the desk and sat down on one of his thighs, “like this sir?” He lifted you and adjusted you so your ass was pressed right against his bulge.

“This is much better. Now, remember when we discussed the topic of forbidden love specifically with Romeo and Juliet?” You nodded and looked down at the practice test in front of him. He gave it to you so you could hold it and he moved his hands along your thighs, soft just like he expected. When he heard your breath hitch he chuckled and leaned in close to your ear, massaging your thighs as he slowly moved up. “If you get these questions right, I’ll give you a reward. You want a reward don’t you?”

“Yes sir, I want a reward.” He chuckled and helped you lean forward on his desk while you answered the questions on the practice exam. Hell, even if you got them all wrong he wasn’t gonna let this opportunity slip from his fingers. As you answered the questions his hands moved up your thighs and flipped your skirt up so he could get a better view of your ass, his large hands massaged and squeezed the flesh while you let out little whimpers and whines.

Once you answered the last question you handed it back to him and he skimmed over it. Out of the five questions on the page you only got two of them right. “There we go, good girl.” He lifted you off him and pressed you against his desk. His cock was begging to be freed from his pants and from the wet spot forming on your pretty panties, you needed this as much as he did. “Now your reward.” He pulled his cock out of his pants and pulled your panties to the side and pushed his cock inside your wet entrance.

“Sir! You can’t! Too big!” He chuckled at your words, couldn’t even form a proper sentence and his cock was just halfway inside you. He gripped your hips and slammed the rest of his cock inside you groaning your name. His eyes immediately widening as he watched you shake underneath him, signaling to him that you already orgasmed. “Fuck, such a tight cunt for a little slutty girl like you.” He gripped your hips tightly as he slammed his hips into yours over and over again, his heavy balls slapping your clit with each thrust.

“I bet a dirty little slut like you let’s all her professors fuck this tight cunt. Just walking around flashing those pretty tits and this perfect ass” he swats his hand down on your ass causing a loud slap to reverberate throughout the room. “Or are you just a little slut for me? Hm? Have you fingered this messy pussy thinking of me?”

Your mind was numb with pleasure and all you could do was nod. But a simple nod wasn’t enough for him, he needed to hear the words come from your lips. He wrapped one of his hands around your throat and pulled you up so your back was pressed to his chest and he looked at your face. You were already such a mess, tears staining your face with drool slipping from the corner of your agape mouth. “Now I asked you a question, I expect an answer.” He moved his free hand down and spanked you roughly again making a yelp leave your mouth.

Your eyes were glossy and wide as you made eye contact with him and just by your reaction he already knew what happened. “What is it? Did the brainless slut already forget my questions?” You nodded again, how could you answer him properly when his cock hit all the right spots? “What I asked you was, are you a little slut for me? Do you finger this slutty cunt when you think of me? I expect a verbal answer.”

His hips never stopped moving, he continued thrusting his cock into you over and over, filling you with more and more pleasure. “Say it.” His grip tightened around your throat and you felt his tongue drag across your cheek as he licked a tear away, making you clench around his cock tighter. You shut your eyes and cried out for him. “Yes! I’m your little slut sir! I-I touch myself thinking of you!” He loosened his grip around your neck and tilted your head so you could face him before he smashed his lips against yours.

The kiss was rough just like the pace of his hips. More drool slipped from the corners of your mouth and he could taste the sweet cherry flavor of your lipgloss. One of your hands came up to grip his wrist in a feeble attempt to alert him of your impending orgasm but he already knew how close you were. He knew from the way your legs shook, how loud you were moaning against his lips, and how tight you squeezed his cock. “Let go for me” his words were mumbled against your lips but just as they left his mouth and hit your ears your body reacted. His name left your lips in a chant as you rode out the waves of your orgasm.

His hips never stopped as he chased his orgasm and with a few thrusts his hips were pressed firmly against yours as spurts of his cum filled you, painting your insides white. He dropped his forehead on your shoulder, strands of his raven hair that weren’t plastered to his forehead tickled your skin. You both took a few silent seconds to catch your breath. He broke the silence first as he slowly lifted his head. “Now, you’ll need to come to my office after class today and every single day after that for tutoring lessons. You can only do this tutoring method with me, understand?”

His hands moved back to your hips as he pulled out and he pulled your panties back in place to cover your pussy and hold in his cum. “Yes sir, only with you.” He smiled and leaned down to kiss you softly. “Good girl, a good little slut for your professor.”

[westwoodacadmey]

Outdoor/public starter Image 8 for myra. @ask-the-monster-nest

The science teacher moaned softly, holding onto the railing of the balcony they were on. The student holding her up as they continued to thrust deep into her folds. Her head leaning back slightly in pleasure. "Fuck....we-we shouldn't be doing this~" Myra moaned out.

[themightythortilla]

IDK why I’m just thinking about this now but I have a massive issue with teenagers being played by adults in media. I understand you don’t want to put actual teenagers in your shows because you couldn’t make them do the sexy sexy stuff to fulfill your weird fantasies but like. Maybe don’t write those fantasies. My cousin has a poster of one of the Sprouses (idk the one in Riverdale)  in her room and he’s like fucking 12 years older than she is.Is so fucking scary that we teach teenagers (and children) that those are the people to have crushes on. That that is how your partner has to look like. Because newsflash children don’t look like that. The man is nearly fucking 30 and it feels gross.

[badgirlcovenrep]

Hey, a sweet reminder to anyone "shipping" Jinx and Silco, Powder/Jinx is 15 YEARS OLD in Arcane

(The "MAPs, pedos dni" part makes me want to both scream and laugh hysterically)

This makes her a minor, and that makes that "ship" not only a glorification of grooming, it's not a "tw:age gap", it's a depiction of p*dophilia.

If you're on the "they're just fictional characters" train, it seriously doesn't matter, depicting and romanticizing the sexual ab*se of children is still immoral and wrong. Depending on how far you're willing to go, it's straight up childp*rn. If you think of a relationship between a minor, fictional or not, and a grown adult as "cute" in anyway, shape or form, please seek help. I understand some of you like the evil old man or whatever but that doesn't give you permission to do borderline p*do stuff.

(And to all my sane people who are just as mad about this as I am, if you see posts like this, there is a "depiction of child ab*se between fictional characters" category for flagging on Tumblr so report these posts, the site itself doesn't allow this.)

[mrskurono]

Mommy Series || Miya Twins

Tag(s): tw:incest, tw:age gap, mommy kink, nursing, mmf threesome, dub con ish, fingering, vaginal penetration, cum play, dirty talk, lewd imagery below cut

Character(s): Atsumu Miya (hq), Osamu Miya (hq)

For years whenever both boys felt scared they knew they could crawl into mommy’s bed no questions asked.

Just the way she’d lay in bed with both of them latched onto her breasts. It evolved with the boys as they got older. Osamu would come into the room first. Carrying his blanket. Not even asking if he could come snuggle. 

Shortly after that Atsumu would come sneaking into the room when he realized his shared bedroom was empty. A clear cut indicator that Osamu made it to mom first. Sometimes, not always, Atsumu would beat his brother all together. 

Whispers to his drowsy mother as if she was awake. Hardly considered that. It was request no mom could deny. The Miya mother would pull her covers down and a smug Atsumu would get into bed before his twin did. That way when Osamu wandered in after midnight. Atsumu could peek over their mother’s side with a wicked grin. Having taken his spot snuggled up against mom’s warm side. 

Osamu would grumble. But simply get under the covered on the opposite side. Nothing was going to stop him from getting cozy with mom when he was little.

Soon it faded though. The boys remained competitive but their mom had long forgotten the last time either of them snuck into the room with her. Still as protective of her boys as she was the day they were born. There was no denying that she’d do anything if her boys needed it. 

Graduation. A tournament. Tests. Stress in heaps. Both twins had been internalizing it for a while. Eating away at each other unbeknownst to their mother until finally it came to a head.

Neither twin could sleep. 

Clock mocking them with the face reading a couple minutes past two in the morning. Atsumu huffed for the thousandth time. 

Osamu finally had enough, “Gonna to go lay in bed with mom.”

“What yer a baby ‘Samu?” Atsumu mocked even though he was in the same boat as his twin.

“No.” Osamu at least didn’t grab his blanket like when he was a kid, “I’m tired and mom’s bed is softer.”

Grumbling to himself for not getting a rise out of his twin. Atsumu laid there seconds after Osamu legitimately left. Just like when they were kids Atsumu finally couldn’t stand being in the room alone. Flinging his own covered off the other twin stalked towards his mother’s bedroom after his brother.

The door open slightly to the master bedroom. Atsumu peaked in wondering if his brother made it actually in here or if he lied and went to the kitchen. Sure as the sun. There was Osamu tucked into their mom’s side on the left side of the bed. Immediately Atsumu pouted and pushed into the room.

Less tactical than his brother. Atsumu hovered over the right side of the bed. The vivid imagery of having this same memory throughout his childhood. Osamu was bigger but he was still snug against their mom’s side with his much bigger arm draped over her abdomen. And that snarky underhanded grin on his lips as Osamu looked up at him. 

Like he was eight again, Atsumu started chanting his mom’s name as he nudged her arm, “Mom...Mom....Mum-”

“Huh- ‘Tsumu?” Hardly awake, eyes in fact still closed, their mom could hear her other son’s hushed words, “Hun what’s wrong? What time is it?”

“I can’t sleep-” Atsumu confessed, more honest than he cared to admit. His eyes drifted to his brother’s broad hand resting on their mom’s side and Atsumu felt his body getting warm, “...’Samu is already-”

Not even thinking, basically still asleep, his mom pulled her covers back. Exposing her nightgown and the empty space on the right. 

Certainly smaller than he remembered it. Atsumu didn’t stop from getting in next to her. The bed felt so much bigger when they were little. Now with two nearly grown men in it. They wondered how the three of them ever fit in it.

Nestled down at eye level with his brother. Atsumu and Osamu were staring at each other in the dark of the room. Now both of them had their arms draped over their mom. In a bit of a pissing match Atsumu squeezed his mom’s side more and pressed into her. He wasn’t first in here but he was gonna get more of her attention. 

Osamu responded by pressing up into their mom and flicking at Atsumu with the arm draped over her. Both of them about to get hissy with one another if their mother hadn’t interrupted.

“Stop,” Her voice a groggy mumble, “Or you can go back to your own room.”

Both of them were kinda amazed. Wondering if she even realized both of her grown boys were in bed with her. But as they were snug against their mom’s body in bed. The silk of her gown on their fingertips. And the way they had to angle their hips against her to keep from falling off the bed. Both twins were starting to feel the heat spread through their bodies.

Still gunning to win over the arbetrary fact of who ‘loved’ mom more. Osamu brought up his trump card, “...Mom, I breastfed longer than ‘Tsumu right?”

Rubbing her face, their mom remained silent for a second. They both thought she was asleep before finally speaking, “You both did.”

“Yeah but-” Osamu glared at his brother over her, “I was longer yeah? ‘Tsumu just didn’t care or-”

“Yer a lil’ shit ‘Samu I breastfed just fine I wanted mom too-” Atsumu snapped at his brother. Gripping at his mom more like that would win, “Eatin all the time mom probably didn’t want to feed ya-”

“I fed both of you at the same time.” She mumbled drifting in and out of sleep, “Like this- And...Yeah, on each breast. Tandem feeding or whatever...They call it.”

Osamu wouldn’t drop it, “But I did longer yer just the shit ‘Tsumu so-”

Heated over his nitpicking and the warmth spreading over his body finally Atsumu glared at his brother and snapped, “Shuddup I want mom too ya can’t have her to herself- I’d- I’d still be doing it if-”

“Boys-”

“Yer lyin-”

Done with coming in second Atsumu broke his concentration from his brother and looked down at his mom. Impulsively his broad setter hand slipped under her gown. He’d shut his brother up with proof.

“Atsumu what are-!” Their mom with no time to react, gasped the second she felt her son’s hand grab at her breast. Absolutely nothing on under the gown. He got a fistful of soft supple warm breast.

Stunned a second. Atsumu looked at his hand shift under the gown as he realized how soft his mother’s tits actually were, “Warm...”

Never ready to let his brother show him up. Osamu proceeded to follow the lead. His hand pushing their mom’s gown all the way up now. Just so his hand could find her free left breast. Like his brother the twin stopped to look in awe at how wonderful his mom’s breast felt in his big hand.

“Soft...” Osamu inadvertently licked his lips as he stared down at his mother’s breast. Her well used nipples, prominent even though they weren’t hard. It was clear she’d nursed two very ample eaters with them. 

“Mom yer so warm...” Atsumu mumbled, almost eerily calmed in the seconds after finding his hand on his mother’s breast.

“Y-You two-” Beyond stunned to take in the moment that both of her son’s were groping her breasts. All the woman could think for a split second was how different their hands felt now than when they were infants. And the heat spreading through her body. They weren’t babies anymore. 

First to do so was Osamu. The nagging feeling eating him away until he leaned forward to catch her nipple in his mouth. Not sure what to expect taste wise. The calming warmth from his lips sealed around his mother’s nipple only caused a bit of a rumbling moan from the grey haired twin. Needing to shift closer to her. Osamu didn’t even think of the growing problem pressing into his mom’s thigh.

“Shit ‘Samu-” Atsumu felt his mouth watering. Maybe it was his brother. Or that he remembered how nice it was to nurse. But soon the blond twin was latched onto his mother’s other breast. His soft breath tickling her skin as was Osamu’s. Both boy’s eyes fluttering shut as they nursed like their life depended on it. 

This was the most relaxed they’d felt all night.

Far from the same could be said for the poor Miya mother. Both sets of tongues, washing over her sensitive tits at different speeds. Much like when they were babies. Osamu’s lazy circles paired with his suck here and there was just like how he’d nurse as a baby.

And Atsumu. Almost urgent in the way he sucked more and more of her tit into his mouth. Like he couldn’t get enough. The hearty eater he was as a baby clearly didn’t leave him as a grown man.

“B-Boys-” Certainly not asleep now. Their mother still suffered at their mouthy assault. Mind clouded with the jolts of pleasure dancing all over her body. Neither of them listened as their hands traveled past just holding her breasts to their mouths.

“Mom’s skin is so soft...” Atsumu mumbled against his mother’s breast in the moments after his hand found it’s way down along her thighs, “ ‘Samu feel-”

Osamu hummed on his mother’s breast. Unwilling to unlatch or open his eyes. But what he did find was his broad hand moving down her soft stomach. Stretch marks and all, the way her tummy felt so supple under his hand made the twin press into her harder. Almost unaware of his own hard on. As was Atsumu. They were engulfed in feeling their mom’s familiar body for the first time in years.

Finally, when Atsumu’s adventurous hand brushed their mother’s unclothed core, a moan bubbled in the dazed woman’s throat. Almost startled by it. The twins stopped and looked at each other wide eyed.

Like it hadn’t dawned on them beforehand what they were doing. But when they stopped to see the sight of their mother’s gown hiked up over her breasts. Her slightly untrimmed bush hiding her core. And the way she was squeezing her legs together in the middle of this turmoil. The Miya twins got a wicked idea of how to love their mom more.

“Yer gonna hog mom like ya always do!” Atsumu pushed Osamu off the breast he went to return to.

“No! Yer being a brat ‘Tsumu!” Osamu moved to yank at his brother’s hair.

“Boys!” Cutting through their bullshit, their mother’s voice called their attention from each other back onto her.

In that moment they understood working together might be better.

Atsumu didn’t return to her breast like Osamu did. Instead he found his mouth moving down his mom’s stomach until finally he shifted down to between her legs, “Wow....Mom’s so wet-”

“Atsumu don’t talk like that!” Their mom’s voice held no real command in it. Her body betraying herself in the dark of night to her both her sons touch. 

Neither listened. Osamu’s hand found the breast Atsumu had left. Fingers pinching and rolling her nipple between his fingers as his mouth stayed one hundred percent latched on. His eyes at least open now to lazily look down at his brother’s face framed by their mother’s thighs.

Atsumu on the other hand was enthralled by the sight of his mother’s glistening cunt lips. Sure she had a little bit of an overgrown bush but that was the last thing on his mind. Brash about it, Atusmu took a finger a drew it up her wet slit. Earning the exact pleasant reaction of her moans when his finger grazed her hard clit. That made him smile. Osamu wasn’t making her moan. So Atsumu took it a step further.

Pressing his finger against his mom’s clit, the setter flicked it a few times. Just to see his mom buck her hips up and stifle the moan leaving her. Very much liking that kind of reaction. Atsumu grinned at Osamu as he delved one finger inside his mother’s soaked core.

“She’s so wet ‘Tsumu-” Atsumu purred, “Yer missin out.”

Osamu mumbled something on his mother’s breast. Still not willing to give up the comfort of her breast in his mouth. Instead he lent one hand down to see what all the fuss was about. And a fuss indeed. Just as he drew his finger up his mom’s slit he found his finger to be coated in juices. And the way she whimpered the second his finger touched her clit was mind blowing to say the least.

With Atsumu’s finger knuckle deep in his mom. Enjoying the sensation of his mother’s walls twitching around his finger. Osamu joined the fun by drawing little circles around his mother’s clit. Mouth still busy with the breast in his mouth. Now though half his attention was spent on her aching bud.

“B-Boys-” All that could be managed past clenched teeth. Body not hers anymore. Their mother hiding her face in embarrassment as she felt the tightening of her stomach which could only mean one thing.

“Add another yer jus teasin-” Osamu grumbled, lips barely parting from her nipple. But the way Atsumu only kept one finger twirling around inside showed the dunce wasn’t listening to their mother’s body right.

“Shuddup I was gonna-” Atsumu grumbled. Drawing another finger up her slit just to wet it. Slipping both strong setter fingers back inside his mom’s core and he had to smile to himself, “Wow Mom- Yer suckin my fingers in. I wonder what else ya could suck in like this-”

Unable to answer their mother was left to the mercy of the boys toying with her. Osamu’s fingers pressing her clit in the right way. And Atsumu’s fingers stretching her more than her own ever did. It was hard to not loose it. And when she did both boys got the show of their lives as their mother’s juices drenched everything under her. Atsumu’s hand included. 

The way she was panting and whimpering was a sure fire sign they did something right.

“Our turn mom.”

Shuffling before she realized it. Atsumu was propping her legs up and wedging himself up against her. While the press of Osamu’s cock to her cheek caught her off guard. The woman didn’t know where to focus in the moment. Both boys manhandling her without a second thought.

Just as watching their mom squirt had riled them up. Now as Atsumu rubbed his cock against her cunny. And Osamu pressed his cock against his mother’s lips expectantly. Both twins were set on getting their turn too.

“F-Fuck-” Atsumu, the most impatient, slipped his cock inside his mother’s twitching cunny with a little more force than expected, “Mom- Yer so tight- Fuck...how did ‘Samu’s stupid head ever come outta here.”

“Yer the one with the big head ya idiot-” Osamu had to inhale sharply mid remark as his cock finally made it past his mom’s supple lips. Her tongue immediately lapping at the underside of his cock as her son’s length forced her to take a second to breath out her nose, “F-Fuck....Mom...”

Finding themselves too focused on pleasure. The bickering stopped almost immediately. A mother did know her son’s well. She couldn’t stop moaning around Osamu’s cock as Atsumu began rutting into her. Strokes of a young man who certainly hadn’t learned much. But she had her suspicions neither of them knew nothing. It was just that they’d need some teaching if either of them were going to be really good.

Good enough to keep her from thinking straight. As Atsumu finally bent down, caging his mother between his hands. Fucking her with a desperation like none other. Atsumu wasn’t sure if he was more turned on by the fact his cock was buried in the same place he and his brother came from. Or if every time he looked up he saw the outline of his brother’s cock prod at their mother’s cheek as she bobbed up and down on him in time with this thrusts. The sight of his brother fucking their mother’s mouth nearly as intoxicating as the sight of his cock disappearing inside her needy cunt.

“C’mon switch already-” Osamu pushed at his brother. Finally fed up watching him get to enjoy their mother. 

Atsumu grumbled and complained but pulled his aching cock from her before he was ready. Unlike his brother though Osamu had his hands on his mother, encouraging her onto all fours, as Atsumu moved to her mouth. 

“Mom, all wet and ya smell good...” Osamu took a second with his hands on her ass. Spreading her apart so he could see the slight agape cunt his brother had already stretched out. Still she was soaked and the second Osamu slipped his cock against her cunt lips. He knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself. 

Plunging himself balls deep into her. It was a blessing Atsumu already took a bit slower. The way Osamu fucked with a frantic need was only worsened by the way he hunched over her. Hands finding her breasts. And holding on for dear life as he rutted into her like a dog in heat. Just the thought, the feeling, being so close to mom. Osamu could hardly control herself.

Atsumu, keeping his mother from falling off the bed with Osamu’s powerful thrusts. Found himself directing her head towards his slimy cock. Coating in her own juices. Atsumu nearly lost it the second she devoured every inch of him regardless of slick covering it.

“S-Shit-” Atsumu grabbed both sides of his mother’s head as she worked up and down his length, “I’m surprised- Surprised ya didn’t blow ‘Tsumu cause yer so fuckin useless-”

“Shuddup-” Osamu grunted between thrusts. He couldn’t argue with his twin and keep the deep thrusts hitting his mother’s cervix. Instead he chose to keep stuffing his cock as hard as he could into his mother.

Muffled lewd noises coming more and more from their mother. Atsumu was the first to notice. Followed by Osamu as her walls clenched around him.

“Moms gonna cum.” Atsumu groaned when his mother took him down to the hilt. Stifling her moans and enjoying the sensation of her throat against his cock.

Osamu wasn’t going to stop. His thrusts became harder and his grip on her breasts firm just as his fingers found her nipples again. The way her cunt sucked him in meant he wouldn’t last much longer either. 

And as their mother’s muffled moans hummed against Atsumu’s cock. So did the groan of the grey haired twin. Thrusting into his mom’s spasming cunt as he couldn’t help but paint her insides white. Filling her with thick sticky cum until Osamu could feel it ooze around his cock. His mother was filled with his own cum. The thought left every fiber in his being tingling. Soiling the very cunt he came out of with his cum. 

When finally her legs gave way and Osamu pulled out to let his mother lay back down. Atsumu was an impatient shit ready for his turn.

“Move already ya fuck-” he pushed Osamuout of the way from between their mother’s legs. His hand squeezing his own cock in desperation. Precum beading down his slit. Sure he could have let his mother suck his cum from him. But the fact Osamu got to cum inside. Now made him want to do it too.

“Stop pushin-” Osamu grumbled, sedated in the fact he gave his mother his precious load first.

“Move quicker then-” Atsumu grumbled.

Returning back to his mother’s breast. Osamu laid behind her as their mother was trying to catch her breath in the moments after her orgasm. No reprieve between two rowdy boys though. Osamu was groping and sucking on her tits all over again. When the familiar sensation of Atsumu rubbing his cock up and down her cunt was what made her moan again.

“God yer so hot mom-” Atsumu couldn’t help the groan. His mother’s hot core. With the addition of her juices and Osamu’s cum smearing on his cock. All he wanted to do was fuck himself silly now with his mom’s cunny.

Osamu hummed his agreement. Eyes shut again as he was back latched to her breasts like a needy infant. Unaware of his mother looking down finally to see her baby between her legs. Cock in hand as Atsumu lubed himself up with cum and juices. All to push his cock down to the hilt back into his mom’s quivering cunt.

“Atsumu!” His name left her like a gasping moan.

“Hah!” He grinned, pressing hard into his mom and savoring the feeling of her walls twitching around her, “I made her say my name!”

Osamu, less than enthused, didn’t open his eyes but briefly unlatched his lips, “I made her cum.”

Huffing with that fact. Atsumu wasted no time. For himself and his mother.

His thrusts much snappier and shorter than his twins. It didn’t stop the woman from becoming a babbling mess as Atsumu fucked her relentlessly. One orgasm already stolen by a twin. And another quickly approaching on the way.

“Fuck mum-” Atsumu slurred his words. He thought he could do better but the way her walls wrapped around him and the sight of his mother’s jiggling tits under him was gonna be his undoing. Frantically he pressed his thumb against her clit wanting to desperately make her cum just Osamu did.

Like before, when Osamu stole her first orgasm. Atsumu’s fucking paired with his thick fingers on her clit meant there was no chance to escape. The knot in her stomach grew. Osamu’s lips on her tits. As Atsumu fucked like a bunny in heat. Finally it was too much.

Gushing over her son’s cock just as she’d done with his fingers. Atsumu’s strokes only lasted a handful more as he grunted. Needing to push his hips hard into his mother. Bottoming out in the moments her orgasm milked him for everything he was worth. Atsumu getting finally adding his cum to the mixture with Osamu’s.

Everyone was breathless, save for Osamu who returned to lazily sucking on his mother’s breast. Atsumu wasn’t quite ready to pull out but all the resistance to sleep beforehand hit him like a train. His cock popping out to let the plug of cum ooze down his mother’s ass cheeks. Atsumu collapsed back on his side of her.

Both boys back to their rightful place on either breast. Eyes closed even as Atsumu and Osamu had wandering hands after all of it. Both of them drawing their fingertips down there mom’s stomach to find her cum filled pussy. They hummed pleasantly while the twins played with her cum stained lips and every so often pushed their finger in their mom. Playing in the mess they’d left for her down there.

Atsumu hummed against his mother’s breast, “Thanks for lettin us sleep with ya mum.”

Osamu echoing his brother, “Thanks mom.”

They were her boys. If they needed her, how was she supposed to tell them no.

[semisgroupie]

dirty old man

kishibe x fem. reader

wc: 3.2k

warnings: mafia au!, age gap (reader is in her 20s and kishibe is in his 50s), knife play, clothes cutting, reader is spoiled by kishibe, death threats (not to reader but to a minor character), balcony sex, degradation, unprotected sex, facial, creampie, oral sex (m!receiving), recording (consensual), kishibe is obsessed with you, mentions of past recording, dumbification, dacryphilia, spanking, he calls reader mean names but he means it lovingly <3

synopsis: a slutty old man deserves an equally slutty young girlfriend

a/n: this is for @pcwer for the gift exchange in snow’s server!!! i was stuck between kishibe and aki but i wanted to gift you your slutty old man

Kishibe

The name alone strikes fear into many hearts and makes people flinch. His looks alone was intimidating but when it’s paired with his reputation, then he immediately became the most feared man alive. A career criminal at the head of the most dangerous mafia circuit, his callousness and stoicism combined with his immense strength and skill easily helped him rise to the top and helped him stay there.

The amount of skeletons in his closet could fill a mansion and despite being in his 50s, that would never change.

His bloodlust has satiated a bit over the years but that didn’t mean his life became boring. It was actually livelier now, than when he was in his 20s. That could be attributed to you, the pretty eye candy he loved to show off.

It was quite the cliche for him to say that you made him feel younger but you did. He was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to keep up with you when he first met you but now there were times he wondered if you could keep up with him. Oftentimes when he was in his meetings, while everyone was discussing any hits they had to put out, all he could think about was how you looked on top of him, bouncing on his cock until he decided to fuck you senseless.

It was also safe to say that he was quite obsessed with you. It was obvious to anyone around and it was even more obvious when his men saw the scratch marks that littered his back along with his scars, and if they were ever lucky enough to sneak a peek at his phone, they would see his lockscreen was your face, messy with his cum. He had a multitude of photos and videos of you, it was his not-so-little collection that he loved to scan through while he was alone.

But he wasn’t far from you often, if he wasn’t spoiling you endless with vacations and shopping sprees then he was with you in his office in one of the most expensive buildings in the city. Sometimes he would do both in one day, which was exactly what he was doing today.

He let you drag him from store to store, ignoring some of the glances that were spared at him for being with you. He couldn’t blame them, a man with a girl half his age, but he didn’t care. They could look and stare all they wanted, even call him names like a ‘dirty old man’, he would just wear the title with pride.

You two were in a lingerie shop and it took everything in him to not drag you to the nearest fitting room and fuck you until your legs shook. It wasn’t like he hasn’t done it before. But, today was your day and he didn’t want to disrupt anything simply because he couldn’t keep it in his pants.

Everything was going by smoothly, no disruptions, that was until his phone started going off.

He quickly excused himself and walked over to the entrance of the shop to take the call. You collected some more fabrics and glanced over at him from time to time, barely picking up on what was being said but by the way he gripped his phone, you knew it wasn’t good news. You stood by near one of the shelves of matching bra and panty sets until he made his way over to you, clearly annoyed by what took place.

“Sorry sweetheart, we need to cut this trip short, go on the line and I’ll pay for what you got.” He offered you a small smile, the scar that decorated the left side of his face slightly moving as the corners of his lips rose and fell.

You shook your head and walked over to a worker, curtly apologizing as you asked them to put everything back. You hooked your arms around one of his and looked up at your much older boyfriend, “let’s just go. They have better sets online anyway.” You pulled him close to press a kiss to his cheek and let him lead the way back to his car. He put all your shopping bags in the trunk then held the passenger's side door open for you as you slid in. He then got in the driver’s seat and started driving.

He moved one hand over to your thigh and gently squeezed it, “I’m sorry the day had to be cut short. I didn’t want to end things so early.” You placed his hand over his and gently squeezed it, “there’s no need to apologize. I’m just glad I get to spend the day with you.” You leaned over and pressed a kiss to his stubbly cheek before resting back against your seat. He grazed your soft thigh with his thumb as he drove, something he always did when you sat in the passenger’s seat when he drove. He loved to keep his hands on you. You were silk, you were satin, you were every soft material he could think of and he needed to keep touching you.

The drive was relatively short and before you knew it you two were in the parking lot of the large building. He helped you out of the car then held your hand as you two made your way to the elevator. The elevator ride was short and you noticed how tense Kishibe grew. You gently squeezed his hand for comfort as the elevator stopped on the designated floor and he turned to give you a small smile. “Thank you.” His voice was low as you two walked out of the elevator and saw his men sorting drugs and counting cash. It was a sight you’ve grown used to since you started dating Kishibe. It was the lifestyle he lived and a lifestyle you lived as well.

He led you over to one of the areas where you could sit but still keep an eye on him while he handled business then turned to face you, taking your chin between his forefinger and thumb. “Okay doll, I just need you to sit here and look pretty while I handle business. You can do that for me right?” You nodded and tilted your head down a bit to press a kiss to his thumb. “Of course I can, now hurry back.”

He tilted your head back up and kissed you softly before leaving you to deal with whoever was incompetent. You went on your phone to look at some things you might want to add to your shopping cart and you could faintly hear your boyfriend. After 15 minutes he came back, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his knuckles were slightly bloody which meant that he had to get a little physical to get his point across, his eyebrows were knitted together, and his hand went into his pocket to grab his silver flask. After he took a swig he reached over for your hand and pulled you back to the elevator.

“Bastard was lucky I didn’t cut his fingers off and serve it to him on a fucking platter. Hell, he was lucky I was in a good mood or else he would’ve been sent to his parents in a box. Little shit crashed a truck with a million dollars worth of product.” He continued muttering all the things he would’ve done to make the guy pay for losing so much money and product. As the elevator reached the top floor you never thought there could be so many methods of violence that could work as repayment.

“We just need to go to my office so I can figure out how to make up for the loss and then we can go home, okay pretty girl?” He squeezed your hand as you nodded. “But first I need to clean your hands.” He chuckled and looked down at his hands, “haven’t used these to send a message in a while, thought I might’ve been a little rusty but I broke the guy’s nose on the first hit.”

He led you into his office and went to sit down behind his computer while you went to the attached bathroom to grab the first aid kit. You retrieved it then sat atop his desk in front of him, placing his hands on your lap while you took out everything you needed to clean them off. He watched you with a fond smile and caressed your thighs with whatever hand you weren’t cleaning. “Hm. I think I could find a better use of my time instead of trying to clean up this fuck up. Once you’re done cleaning my hands I want you on your knees, you always look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

You cleaned his hands a little quicker, making him chuckle. “Easy there, you’ll still get my cock. You need to do a good job cleaning my hands, then you can be my eager cockslut.” You slowed down your movements until his hands were completely cleaned off then settled between his legs. “Go on, take it out.” You sat up on your knees and undid his pants, pulling his half hard cock out.

“Go on, put that pretty mouth to good use. Maybe if you do good, I’ll fuck you on the balcony. Let everyone see how much of a whore you are.” Heat rose to your cheeks and a rush of arousal pooled at the pit of your stomach at his words. You gripped his cock in one hand while you leaned in and peppered open mouthed kisses along the length until it fully hardened. “Go on, you were eager before, get to it.”

He rested back against his chair watching as you took his hardened cock in your mouth. He let out low groans as you bobbed your head up and down, rolling your tongue along the underside of his length. He grabbed his phone and turned the camera on, pressing the red button on the bottom of the screen to start recording you. “Eyes up here, I want to record how messy you get when I fuck your face.”

He grabbed a handful of your hair and held you in place as he started thrusting up into your mouth. Your gags echoed through his office making him laugh. “You’ve taken my cock so much and yet you’re still gagging, how pathetic.” You whined around his cock at his words but they made even more arousal pool in the pit of your stomach. “My pathetic little cocksleeve, can’t even take my cock down her throat but still wants it in her messy cunt. I don’t think you even deserve it.”

He loved to tease you like this, it’ll always make you work just a little harder. But you both knew he couldn’t deny you, he wouldn’t be able to deny himself either. “Come on, cry for me. Let me see how messy you can get.” He started moving your head to meet his thrusts, your face quickly grew messy with tears and saliva running down your chin. “Fuck, look at you.” He brought the camera closer to your face, moving it in all directions so it could take in all your angles. The sight of you like this was enough to tip him over the edge, he pulled you off his cock and let go of your hair to start stroking his cock while he kept filming.

“Stick your tongue out.” Was all he could get out before ropes of cum started decorating your face. Only a little got on your tongue but it just made everything even hotter. He hissed and brought his cock to your face to smear the cum around then brought the camera closer to your face, “smile for the camera, come on, show how happy you are my little cum slut.” And you did exactly that, smiled brightly for him with cum all over your face. He stopped the recording and reached over to grab some tissues to clean you off. He cupped your chin and turned your head up to him as he wiped all the cum off. He leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips then pulled back, “now get up, I’m not done with you.”

He helped you to your feet and let you head out to the balcony first while he went through his drawer to pull out the pocket knife you gifted him for his birthday. “Now I can put this to good use.” He walked over to you and gently pushed you closer to the railing, “hold on and bend over.” You did as he said, biting your lip in anticipation of his next move. The next thing you heard was a click which made you grow even more curious.

“Babe? What was that?” You turned slightly to look back at him and saw the sunlight reflect off the blade. “I’m making use of my birthday gift, now stay still. I don’t want to cut you.” He flipped your skirt up and traced the blade along the seam of your panties, tracing your cunt through the now see through fabric. A breath hitched in your throat but your cunt throbbed as he continued dragging the blade along your slit. You didn't have any worry about him cutting you, you’ve seen how skilled he is with a blade of any size.

“Please, please fuck me. I need your cock so badly.” Your tone came out more desperate than you wanted it to be but maybe it would convince him to give you what you needed. “Fine, since you’re so impatient.” He hooked his finger under the fabric to pull it away from your cunt and in one swift move he cut it open. Now, your pussy was on full display for him, he could see how you were practically dripping for him. “Fuck, even messier than I thought you would be. You really are a fiend for my cock.”

He chuckled and gripped his cock with his free hand while he placed the blade on a nearby chair. He then gripped your hip and slammed his cock into you, not even giving you a second to adjust before he started pounding into you at a brutal pace. His eyes widened a bit at how loud you were crying out for him, “wow, seems like you really want to get caught. Maybe I should just fuck you in front of my men since you want an audience.” He spanked you roughly and kept pounding into you.

“J-just want you! O-only want you!” He laughed and spanked you again before roughly gripping the flesh in his calloused hand. “I’ll believe you once you can form a coherent sentence. My dumb cock slut, the second my cock goes inside this tight cunt all your brain cells just leak out of you. But you don’t really need to think, do you? I just need to do all the thinking don't I?”

Your cunt gripped his cock tighter and tighter as the venom dripped from his tongue, turning you on more and more as each word reached your ears. You had a white knuckle grip on the railing while your legs trembled and shook like a newborn deer’s. Your mouth fell open, moans of his name was the only thing you could form coherently as he just continued to pound into you. Deep down you loved it when his men would fuck up, he would always fuck you rougher and you loved every single second of it.

“Just a little cum dump for me to use and make a mess of. I know that’s all you think about, when am I going to give you my cum next. Where my load will go when I do finally give it to you. That’s all that swirls around in that empty head, just my cock and my cum. Just cum for me and I’ll cover this perfect ass with my load.” Your eyes widened slightly, you didn’t want him to waste another load on you when it could just be inside you. You needed his cum inside you, you had to have it.

You shook your head and he raised an eyebrow. He let go of your hip and gripped another handful of your hair to pull your head back, “what is it? Why are you shaking your head?” He knew the answer, he knew what you wanted but he needed to hear it from you. He didn’t stop thrusting, why would he? He wasn’t going to make it easy for you to come up with a coherent answer. “Come on doll, I need an answer in a full sentence, I’m sure there’s one working brain cell left in there.”

Your mind was spinning due to the immense pleasure. You honestly couldn’t think about anything but what he was doing to you but you had to come up with something. You took a few breaths and tilted your head back a bit to try to meet his eyes. “Please cum inside me. Please, I want it inside.” You sounded so sweet, so desperate for him. You did what you wanted him to do so the least he could do was reward you. “Alright, go on and cum for me and I’ll fill you up, make this cunt even messier than what it is.” He let go of your hair and brought his hand to your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves in tight circles. All it took was a few flicks of his hand and you were crumbling in his hands, crying out his name as you milked his cock for the cum that was about to fill you up.

“There we go, keep cumming for me.” He continued rubbing your clit while he thrusted a few more times. He slammed his hips against yours and filled you with his cum, he hunched over you a bit and pressed a few kisses along your clothed spine. You both panted while riding out your orgasms and he lifted himself up first. He waited for you to compose yourself then slowly pulled out of you. He tucked himself back in his pants and flipped your skirt back down since your panties were torn then moved next to you.

He pulled you in his arms and pressed a few kisses along your forehead until you lifted your head so he could properly kiss you. The stubble on his face poked your skin but you loved the feeling. He slowly pulled away and caressed your cheek. “Are you okay?” You wrapped your arms around his middle and smiled up at him, “I’m perfect.”

He chuckled and kissed you again. “Good, now let’s go home. I’ll have someone else handle this business, I still have some more frustration to release and my balls aren’t empty yet.” Your cheeks burned as you playfully smacked his chest. “You’re so dirty!” You teased and he chuckled as he held you close to him while walking back inside his office.

“They don’t call me a dirty old man for nothing. Now let’s go home.”

[inkykeiji]

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𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬!

common triggering topics you may come across on my blog include (but are not limited to):

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noncon ⋆ #tw:noncon

dubcon ⋆ #tw:dubcon

somnophilia ⋆ #tw:somnophilia

dacryphilia ⋆ #tw:dacryphilia

degradation/dumbification ⋆ #tw:degradation, #tw:dumbification

daddy kink (sometimes with a ddlg type dynamic; aka a condescending caregiver type vibe) ⋆ #tw:daddy kink

spanking ⋆ #tw:spanking

marking (bruises, hickeys, scratches, bites) ⋆ #tw:marking

size kink/size difference ⋆ #tw:size kink

rough sex ⋆ #tw:rough sex

minimal prep ⋆ #tw:minimal prep

cum play ⋆ #tw:cumplay

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murder ⋆ #tw:murder

yandere ⋆ #tw:yandere

toxic relationships (manipulation, possessiveness, jealousy, patronization/condescension, extreme control, etc) ⋆ #tw:toxic relationship

abuse ⋆ #tw:abuse

mental illness (rarely) ⋆ #tw:mental illness

self harm (rarely) ⋆ #tw:self harm

suicide (literally just for dazai) ⋆ #tw:suicide

age gaps between consenting adults ⋆ #tw:age gap

pseudocest (aka incest between adopted or step siblings, big brother x little sister ONLY) ⋆ #tw:pseudocest

organized crime ⋆ #tw:organized crime

drugs/drug addiction ⋆ #tw:drugs

cheating ⋆ #tw:cheating

blood/gore ⋆ #tw:blood, tw:gore

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tags for hypothetical situations and headcanons set in the AUs i’ve created!!

#𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐚-𝐧𝐢𝐢 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

#𝐛𝐦𝐛 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

#𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚!𝐚𝐮 (actual tag is: #inky.darkacademia)

#𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐚