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masqueradeassane · 7 months

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Sometimes Astarion wondered about how his own life had changed since the... Tadpoles.

So much had changed, with him, with the others, with the two here.

He ran his cool fingers across the stubbled jaw of the man whose head was in his lap. "Hush hush, you're thinking too much again darling."

It was odd that the one so adamantly against any kind of sharing, when they first met was now the one asking this of him, of them.

Then again, everything was so different, Astarion wasn't even sure what this counted as anymore.

He nodded towards Halsin as the massive druid canted his hips and gently thrust forward again, hands soft on the needy wizard's hips as a carnal shiver ran up Gale's spine before vibrating slowly against the cold fingers that were now starting to warm as they stroked his lips softly.

The old Astarion would have been here for what, pleasure, entertainment, possibly even a little manipulation.

This Astarion wasn't even sure if he would receive his own pleasure during this, and oddly, he wasn't even sure he wanted to this time around.

This Astarion was here to help keep Gale out of his own head, to let the Wizard allow himself to get , well, lost, in his own pleasure, even if it was only this once.

He refocused on stroking Gale's face as he felt the other man tense up a little, then relax and push against Halsin's gentle movements a little more of his own accord, actual soft, needy almost noises barely escaping parted lips.

"..S big..?"

Without his sensitive hearing, Astarion may not have heard the whispered words between soft moans.

"Yes darling, it's also good, that's why we're here, listen to my voice, feel Halsin's movement.. it's good isn't it?"

"..I.."

"Trust, you know we'll stop if you need us to, The size isn't hurting, is it, if not, feel the pleasure, let us carry you through it. You don't need to think at all, just feel it.. feel everything.

Even as he watched, the last bit of tension seemed to melt Gale into both Astarion's lap and Halsin's movements.

As though Astarion's words had flipped a switch, Gale finally let his eyes completely glaze over, letting the sounds he'd been sub-consciously suppressing break past tight vocal cords.

"I think you can move a little more now Halsin."

The druid nodded, before moving one of the hands holding Gale's hips down and underneath so it was fully supporting the wizard's back before changing his angle and increasing his speed by a good, but not aggressive amount.

The support turned out to be a good idea as the change in angle hit something within Gale that made the wizard twist, arch and wail. The sudden intense sound of pleasure muffled as Gale's face suddenly pushed into chill, solid abdominal muscles and vibrated Astarion to his core.

Halsin paused long enough to make sure the Wizard was alright, before resuming his movement, apparently remarkably good at staying at whatever gloriously ruinous angle he's just found Astarion thought as a variety of moans, cries, sounds as well as the undeniable feel of teeth nipping, nibbling, chewing on Astarion's chest.

Astarion didn't see per say, when Gale or Halsin reached climax, too busy making sure nippy teeth didn't actually damage too much of himself.

But he felt it, felt muscles reach the peak of tension, felt the little shudders slowly fade away, before both druid and wizard seemed to become boneless and collapse against him.

They lay like that for several minutes, before Astarion poked them both and sighed.

"Those are snores, not breathing aren't they?"

The only response he got was a snort as the definitely sleeping wizard somehow managing to pin him down even further when he tried to wiggle free.

"This is my bed you both realize?"

Another wiggle somehow brought Halsin up to the centre of the bed.

Astarion blinked as the combined weight of all three of them slowly made the outer edge of his bed vanish from easy viewing distance.

Sighing he pulled the few pillows down and fluffed them as best he could.

"It's a good thing Halsin is naturally warm. I might be able to handle a chill, but Gale would freeze, and there's no way we're getting put to get any spare blankets from this pile anytime soon."

#astarion/gale/halsin #baldur's gate 3 #adult fanfiction #astarion #gale of waterdeep #halsin #mostly Gale/Halsin

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w1nter-wolf-barnes1 · 1 month

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Got a very angst filled not so HEA Bucky X FOC story floating in my head, or should I say screaming at me. Should I write it?

#bucky barnes #adult fanfiction #dark fanfiction #bucky x original character #bucky fic #bucky x female reader #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #wip #current wip

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koifishart · 1 month

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I want to be Your Koi Fish

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

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It turned out relatively as planned. He stated that the closer she got to him, the easier it would be to use her abilities. Besides... he felt a warmth in his heart as he sat next to her. He suspected that she was also aware - the relationship didn't have to last long, it didn't oblige anyone to anything in the end. She was an interesting change for him in the after all boring life of a mafioso. Oh, usually hovering around the city, a bit like a police patrol, checking the grounds are quiet and clean. Everyone was getting out of his way, only from time to time the "brave" people thought that they would be able to jump up. He felt good about having a girlfriend, even if only for a moment. Did that mean he was going to make their relationship completely shallow? Probably not...It would be appropriate to give something of yourself, even though he was not romantic. Cherry trees blossomed, and in Japan that meant the Hanami celebration. A great opportunity to get her somewhere, have fun. He hadn't celebrated since his mother's death, it was just weird himself... This time he had an excuse in his hand and was going to use it. He wasn't going to admit it to anyone, they didn't need to know everything. Anyway, he has sneaked out so many times that they've probably gotten used to it that he just disappears. He tried to contact her, but she seemed to be avoiding him. He called - she did not answer. He sent messages, she replied briefly, casually, as if she hadn't read the content at all. Had he already done something wrong at the start?

He was walking down the street in the center when he saw her several dozen meters apart. There was no mistake. He would recognize those long dark hair and pale green eyes anywhere. He stared at people for a while, though not very polite - he hadn't met anyone of a similar beauty. He had expected a more girly, or perhaps feminine, outfit in the Hanami period. She was dressed in sand, tied ankle boots on a light heel, black jeans with a little frayed ends fastened with a belt with two buckles, a bright sleeveless top, covered with a rather large, open sweater, a color resembling dirty blood. He came closer as if nothing had happened. Something clicked under his shoe. Hearing the sound, she turned abruptly, like a startled pet. She immediately blushed at the sight of him. She looked tired, as if she hadn't slept for several days, and scared to meet him.

-Eh ... hi Kaoru ... - she muttered sluggishly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

She avoided his eyes. She looked away every time they spontaneously wanted to look at him. Was she ashamed for not saying a word?

- Do you have a moment for tea? - He asked. - Although when I look at you, I think I could use a pot of coffee ...

- Yeah ... could use ... - she croaked, then cleared her throat solidly and added with poorly mock glee. - Sure, I'll find a few minutes.

They sat down in a nearby cafe in a quiet corner, hidden from the viewers, next to each other. She rested her head on her forearms. The dead silence lasted until the waitress walked away, leaving an order on the table.

- Will you tell me why you are avoiding me? - he said finally. - Even now.

- Well ... let's assume it's not the best time to date ... but don't worry, nothing is happening. - she muttered sadly, stirring her cappuccino cup with the spoon, slowly eating the froth. - I just have a lot on my mind, I do not have time for calls, and I answer text messages practically on the run, writing essays with my other hand and ... stuff.

- That doesn't explain why you're not looking at me now. - he continued, leaning a little towards her.

- I'm not in top form. Sometimes I fall into depressive states due to a drop in mood. I'm sick of my life. I'd love to go out of my way ... but I can't. - she grunted, then sighed heavily. - Besides, I feel bad about the fact that I didn't have a minute to read at least half of what you wrote. I'm sorry ...

At times like this, he concluded that he was a typical guy - not very good at talking about feelings or so. It seemed he had to learn a little bit of it. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her to him. She tensed instantly, looking up. It was the first time he saw how her eyes could shine.

- Something's wrong?

- No ... no ... it just ... somehow still doesn't get to me. - she replied softly. - You must understand that this is quite unlikely, don't you?

- Yeah... interesting coincidence. - he laughed, looking at her.

She probably relaxed a little. She dropped slightly, resting her head on his torso. She took the fragile cup in both hands, slowly sipping her drink. He somehow enjoyed her cuddling. It is usually said that women feel safe in a man's arms. He didn't know if she was one of those women, but he seemed to be uniquely out of place like never before. She put the pot down, gently clinking the porcelain saucer.

- Would you like to celebrate Hanami? - he ventured a question. - Maybe it'll cheer you up.

- No offense, but probably not. - she replied at once. - I'm in the process of ... work. I will find a moment as soon as possible in a week, but it will be over of the celebration.

They parted in front of the cafe door. She waved him with the faint shadow of a smile on her face. He had a feeling she wasn't telling him everything. Of course, she didn't have to, but there was a kind of hunger that he absolutely wanted to satisfy.

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Goro remembered the day she was born. It was a warm April morning, Sakura was blooming exceptionally late this year. He supported all his daughters in giving birth, he felt responsible - he had fathered, so he wanted to help his wife in giving birth to their children. Honestly, he hoped a boy would eventually happen ... and four beautiful girls made it. This birth was special. All without complications. The last baby had an umbilical cord wrapped around it. The wife went through the birth but came out in terrible condition, so much so that she refused to feed the child. He took care of it himself, after all, children's nutrition changed a lot, as long as the mother's food was of course the best option, not the only one. He himself gave her a name - Hanabi. In fact, that was the first thing that came to mind - the previous evening he had seen beautiful fireworks from the window of the house, maybe that's why. He thought that the malaise would pass, but his hopes were vain. His wife completely rejected her, and for him she was the apple of his eye. He loved all his daughters equally, but he had to replace the one with his mother. They had always been on good terms, which is why she stayed with him when the love of his life passed away, throwing divorce papers at him.

Eight years have passed since that day. Hanabi grew up to be a beautiful and capable girl, but he couldn't fool himself that her mother's behavior did not affect her psyche. He had often heard her roll from side to side at night, unable to sleep. He knew that eventually she had found an outlet for all the tension in extracurricular activities, which he was not particularly favorable to. Yes, thanks to them she was even more independent, but... he hoped she would come out of it, she would fall asleep peacefully without such aids. Eventually, there was an incident where the news spread that he had a skilled murderer at hand, and it drove the last knife into his heart. He knew she hadn't changed at all after all - she was still Daddy's dear little daughter, but she had a side that he didn't want to see. When she said she didn't kill one of her victims, adding slightly that it was THAT Hanayama and they just had sex, he almost had a heart attack. He thought that if she saw him shortly after, she wouldn't want to abandon the mission so dispassionately, and would optionally leave the contract murder. Soon after, he found out that the yakuza had picked her up from school, and that same evening she happily announced that they had become a couple! He felt that his life was spinning out of control. Although... maybe it's the best solution anyway?

More Hanami were passing by, and this year the cherry blossom was extremely late. She was too busy with the assignment to celebrate with friends, or even eat festive lunch with him. On the last day of the holiday, she went out to do the job. He usually stayed up all night then, waiting to see if she would come back or the police would rather call that her body was found. He froze in horror at the doorbell. But is it? He held his breath. He opened the door.

- Hanayama-san? - he was surprised as he let the air out of his lungs.

- Soga-san, do you know where I can find Hanabi? - he asked bluntly. - She's not answering the phone.

- She left right after school and hasn't come back yet. - he explained. - Probably she's not finished yet.

The phone in his pocket rang cheerfully. He glanced at the display. He breathed a sigh of relief.

- "I'm fine, I'll be back later." - he read.

- Where can she be? - the young mafioso stubbornly asked.

- Probably sitting on a huge cherry tree in the very center of a nearby cemetery. he sighed heavily.

- Thanks for the information and sorry for disturbing the evening. - the giant replied, bowing.

Amazing. He had such a blood-stained reputation, the reputation of being one of the strongest, great brute who shook the entire underworld... and bowed down the waist to one of his smugglers. Maybe because he came not to his employee, but her father? Everything turned upside down! He was completely confused.

- Wait! - he tossed after him, then added as he turned around. - Hanami is not a happy holiday for her. She probably wants to be alone, so she doesn't come back.

He nodded and walked away. Goro was very curious to see how this situation would end, and what the young yakuza boss might really want from his daughter.

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Finally. She could sit down and breathe some fresh air. She didn't want to mention another murder. Oh, it was, it's gone. It was easier for her to get on with it... if you could put it that way. Teen killer, exams coming soon, yakuza boss's girlfriend. Cinderella better not come up! Actually, who was she kidding? She agreed, fully consciously. She was waiting longingly for his proposal as well. It pained her that she wasn't quite honest with him... but she couldn't get it out in the coffee shop.

Which time is it? Eighth. For the eighth year in a row, on exactly the same day, she sat on the same tree - a beautiful cherry in the cemetery near their home. Father said that when she was born, it was Hanami at that time. Hilarious that Sakura was blooming later this year as well. She unbuttoned her body-hugging dark sweatshirt, revealing a black, tight-fitting, sleeveless low-turtleneck T-shirt underneath, tucked into close-fitting dark jeans that tucked into rather bulky sneakers. She tied her hair into two long braids that fell over her shoulders. This time she didn't even stain her clothes with blood. Guess she was getting better. She thought.

Her tenth birthday was approaching, when her mother yelled at her father that she had enough of him and was leaving. She never understood why. She was screaming about her father having lovers, that he was ignoring her, that they weren't sleeping together... They were sleeping, she had heard them. She was not a child, she knew what they were doing, especially since her older sisters spared her information. They said their mother had a young lover. Then she began to reproach her husband that he loves the youngest daughter the most, and not her and the other three. True, she and her father got along best, but she hadn't noticed that the rest was left out. Or maybe pink glasses? It was her mother who ignored her, looking at her as if she were an unwanted stranger. He once explained to her where the reason could lie, so she did not try to force her mother to even hug her. She didn't want to be a burden. And then suddenly, on the day her father was hit in the face with a bundle of divorce papers ... she suddenly remembered her existence. She said she loves more than life, and that Daddy is the bad guy. Then she looked at her father and saw in his eyes how he and his world were falling apart. She couldn't leave him, since his lover was doing it. She couldn't let the man who had always been there for her, tumble to the bottom. She stayed, despite her mother's great fury and sisters' pleading.

It hurt. She didn't know if she had done right. On the one hand, she wanted to help her father, on the other ... the mother's words seemed to work. She felt horribly discarded like an unnecessary old toy. For eight years she had been trying to get used to it, but could not remain indifferent. The same thing happened every year. She felt a stream of tears running down her cheeks. A strange clang of metal awakened her from her reverie. She looked around, trying not to move the flower branches around her. No one was ever there, the only cemetery where Hanami was celebrated was Aoyama. The crowd thickened, illuminating the vicinity of the huge cherry tree with the amber glow of lanterns. They sat at the tables, ate, drank, and talked. She never wanted to even go out with friends, eat something nice and come home. She felt strangely helpless and lonely.

- Hanabi! - she heard someone's voice.

She looked down. He stood beneath her, slightly smiling, in a perfectly cut white suit and purple shirt, straightening his glasses on his nose. He was the last person she expected in this place. She looked more closely at the people at the surrounding tables. These were HIS people. It is true that she did not know everyone, but she recognized some "by sight".

- Will you come down, or should I go get you? - he asked bluntly.

- You'll break a tree if you try! - she laughed, sipping tears. - Leave me, I want to be alone.

- I will not let you sit alone in the cemetery for another year in a row. - he replied calmly.

Yeah. How could he know where to look? He must have been at her house. Since he had let his men go after her to find her school, they must have found out where she lived. She sighed heavily, wiped her face with her sleeve and jumped down.

- It looks like you talked to my father ... so I guess you know why I'm sitting here. - she muttered, adjusting the backpack on her shoulder.

- Not really, but I'd love to know. - he replied, pointing to her a place under the tree.

She was sitting on his lap again, this time snuggling into his white jacket. It was amazing how natural it felt to her.

- On exactly the last day of Hanami, eight years ago, my mother left my father. She took my three sisters, and even though she never liked me, she wanted to take me too, squeezing the stuff that my father was the bad guy. I don't think I've ever seen such a nasty and effective psychological manipulation before or after. I seem to have resigned myself to it, but I'm still afraid. Not death at all, but life. Life is people, and people are wounds that often don't heal. - she said hoarsely, then added a little more cheerful. - Apparently I'm a terrible masochist, since with this approach I became your girlfriend!

He did not answer. Actually, what could she expect? "Yeah, you're a terrible psycho"? Or "not at all"? She felt a warm arm around her waist, and a large, scarred hand lifting her chin skyward. She was sure it was his doing. He had given her the last day of Hanami, full of glittering colors of fireworks. Involuntarily, she smiled at the sight.

- You can stop being afraid. - he muttered in her ear.

Guess he was right, she could have started to sleep more peacefully. She felt surprisingly safe in his arms. The pleasant atmosphere was interrupted by the sound of the news again. She didn't hide the screen from him. Another assignment, damn it. She unzipped her backpack and tossed the gear nervously inside. Automatically she nestled against his massive chest.

- I don't even want to look at it today ... - she grunted.

- Wouldn't you rather work for me? - he asked quite seriously.

#fanfiction #hanayama kaoru #baki the grappler #fanfic #oc x canon #+18 content #baki fanfic #kaoru hanayama #baki hanayama #yakuza fanart #adult fanfiction

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hellcatinnc · 5 months

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Canceled Plans

Warning This includes: NSFW/SMUT (Read Tags Before Continuing)

Tags: nsfw, snuggles, mature themes, consensual, smut, Osamu Dazai, chuuya nakahara, Dazai, Bungo Stray Dogs, BSD, dazai x reader, osamu dazai x reader, chuuya x reader, chuuya x dazai x reader, cuckolding, cream pie, submissive dazai, dominant chuuya, cheating, breeding, voyeurism, kink, fetish, orgasms, cum fetish, after care, cock & ball torture, chastity, chastity cage, masturbation, cum fetish, datyecp, humiliation, thick cock, kissing, french kissing

Word Count: 2,372

Prompt List Words Used: Canceled Plans To Snuggle & Fuck, cup of hot chocolate, favorite blanket

Feature: Osamu Dazai x Chuuya x Fem! Reader

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Dazai has been trying to figure out something to bring a spark to you yours and his sex life. He doesn't want for sex like you do and he knows your appetite can be insatiable so he started searching different kinks until he comes across cuckolding. He brought it up to you one night. He tells you the ins and outs of it and asks if your down for it. You agree because you do want to get fucked like a real man should fuck his woman. However Dazai takes care of you in the emotional ways he lacks the sexual side of things so you feel this might be something worth doing. Then the words you thought you would never hear from his lips. "Belladonna, name one man you want to be your bull to fuck you and breed you." You never thought you would hear something like this but the first thought that comes to your mind is his old partner Chuuya.

You have had the hots for that man for a long time. He gives you the thought that he could be aggressive in bed the way you wished Dazai could be. However you get the best of both worlds it seems you get the hard core sex from Chuuya and the aftercare from Dazai what could be better you thought. You waisted no time answering his question. "I would like to be fucked like a dirty whore from Chuuya while you watch". You had no idea what got into you saying it like that. It was like a animalistic side to you that wanted him to know that you craved to be a fuck toy to his ex partner that fight all the time. He would have to watch him deep in his girls pussy getting her pregnant and make hot cream pies. He nodded at your request and knew he now had to bring it up to Chuuya and had no idea how to approach him with it.

The next day Dazai came home and told you he had stopped by the sex shop and got a few toys including a cock and ball chastity cage for him. This was all new you had never heard of any of these things but were still curious anyways. You two always had a pretty vanilla sex life since he was no where near as sexual as you were. After he showed you his toys he still told you he hadn't taken the leap to talk to Chuuya yet, you put your hand on his. "Do you want me to ask him?" He was stunned by this but he felt it should be his job as your partner to ask plus it was the humiliation as well. He was surprised the thought of being humiliated in front of his wife and Chuuya was a bit of a turn on. He had approached you in the past with only one thing he thought that would turn him on and the was erotic asphyxiation and you just weren't down for that double suicide shit.

The next night was supposed to be dinner plans together instead Dazai came home and said he had great news to tell you. He came in poured you and him a cup of hot chocolate and told you his idea for the evening. "Belladonna, this is going to be the greatest night of your life. Chuuya is coming over to fuck you." Your chin almost dropped, this was real, it was happening. You honestly never thought Dazai would go through with it. You sipped your hot chocolate then you decide to get ready for a evening of canceled plans. You cancel the restaurant plans because tonight is about fucking, sucking, and getting owned by Chuuya then having soft snuggly cuddles with your sweet Dazai after. After getting out of the shower you place one of the sexiest lingerie's you have on that Dazai never much cared for. This was time to turn Chuuya on like Dazai never could be.

Dazai tells you that its about humiliating him, and refusing him attention and your not sure you can pull this off because you do love him but your willing to try this. By the time you come out into the bedroom there is Dazai sitting in a chair at the end of the bed he has the cock chastity on preventing him from being able to cum or get hard. It really does look like a torture device but he seems like he is comfortable then he shows you a pair of handcuffs. You put them on him from behind the chair and you know this party is getting ready to play out how only in your head it has. So many nights you would touch yourself masturbating to the thought of Chuuya fucking you. You get a knock at the door knowing this is it, showtime baby. You kiss Dazai on the lips "I do love you, my love." The last words from your lips before everything changes.

You open the door and of course Chuuya walks in like he owns the place. Already complaining under his breath. Luckily before you opened the door you had put Dazai's trench coat around you because it seems the longer you talk to Chuuya you find that Dazai didn't even tell him why he was there just he wanted him to come with his wife. What Dazai was saying was right but was Cum with his wife, not come and he never clarified with Chuuya. After you explained everything to Chuuya he walked in to the bedroom where Dazai was sitting undressed in the cock and ball torture and he walks up and smacks the hell out of him. He cusses him out for being a idiot but then something flips with Chuuya and he plainly tells Dazai he was gonna fuck his woman real good. This made you blush at the very thought that Chuuya was going to leave your pussy raw when he was done. You knew he was doing this to taunt Dazai but thats ok its the best of it all.

You walk over to Chuuya and you untie the trench coat leaving you in nothing but a sexy black and red lingerie with garter belt and crotch less panties. The look that came across his face already excited you. He started taking his gloves off and this man could make a art of this the very thought of him removing them before he fucked you like a lil cum slut was turning you on. He grabbed hold of you and kissed you hard and deep then assaulted your mouth with his tongue. The taste of alcohol on his breath with a slight smoky his smell normally would turn you off but you wanted him and you wanted him bad. His hands easily wandered your body, you could feel Dazai's eye on you both. At first it was awkward then it became pretty hot knowing he was watching couldn't change his mind or stop you two but you could be fucked while he watched.

Chuuya picked you up and threw you back on the bed spreading your thighs for you giving Dazai a good look then he rips your panties completely off exposing your perfectly pink pussy waiting to be violated. As Dazai's eye met yours Chuuya shoved 2 fingers right into your twat making you gasp and whimper at his touch. You could tell that caught Dazai off guard like he already wanted this to stop even though he didn't say the words you could see it in his eyes. Chuuya mouthed off to Dazai with a cocky sound in his voice. "How does it feel Dazai to know I'm getting ready to turn your woman into my cum slut? I'm going to breed the little bitch and your gonna watch me fill her little pussy with my hot seed." He laughed as he slammed fingers in and out of you as you squirm and moan. Every time you moaned it sickened Dazai knowing that Chuuya was doing this to you. He thought this would be fun but its not and he begs Chuuya to stop. Of course he got rejected and then he whispered into your ear to tell Dazai what you just said.

You look up at Dazai as Chuuya is still finger fucking you. You moan and aggressively tell Dazai. "Chuuya owns my pussy I want him to breed me!" He laughs as he can see the way its almost bringing tears to Dazai's eyes. He couldn't believe that you really wanted Chuuya even though you could see it was breaking him. He realized he loved you and wanted you to himself and here you were being a little cum dumpster for his ex partner. After Chuuya got your pussy all sopping wet he pulled out his massively big cock, you knew there was no comparison to Dazai his cock was way thicker. He put the head of his prick up to your entrance making sure he had you angled perfectly for Dazai see him own your pussy. The head of his cock already dripping precum and throbbing as he pushes just the head in. You can feel it stretching you already but your pussy hungers for it, you can't wait to milk that prick for every drop of cum it has in it.

Chuuya looks over at Dazai and with one swoop slammed his cock so far into you. His cock so massive you were in tears as he stretched that fuck hole of yours. As Dazai saw tears stream down your face he started cussing Chuuya out threatening to kill him after this. Of course Chuuya wasn't listening he grabbed you by the hips and slammed into you then pulled all the way out and did it again repeatedly. He made you cry, and moan until it felt so good you begged him not to stop. His pulsating member felt so good in you, he was everything more in what you hoped he would be. You worried awhile how Dazai was reacting to this now the very thought of him watching you get fucked was really turning you on. You even found Dazai being tied up and humiliated and being degraded by Chuuya as he fucks you even more of a turn on. You hungered for more you moaned and screamed as Chuuya made your cunt his.

Chuuya pushed your face down into the bed pulling your ass up into the air thrusting his cock back into that wetness. He did it so there would be a good view as he busted a nut spilling his cum deep into that fuck hole of yours. He pulled his cock out letting it drip off the sides of your pussy before pushing it back in watching it spill out more. It pure sickened Dazai what Chuuya was doing but he was really enjoying it. He slammed his cock deep almost to your cervix causing you to tremble with orgasms. He ravaged your little cunt that dripped his spunk over and over again leaving you exhausted yet still wanting to be bred more. He was determined he was going to make sure he knocked you up so he kept filling you with more and more of his hot seed. Every time he did he would make sure that Dazai could see it spilling out of you. When he was done making you his own personal cum slut, leaving your pussy violated and bruised from his cock he did something you didn't expect.

Chuuya grabbed Dazai and slammed his face into your pussy. He put his foot on his back humiliating him. Yelling at him "Lick that fuckin cream pie out of her and know its how I got her fuckin pregnant". His words were rough and cold yet somehow they made your pussy pulsate thinking about it. Dazai had tears coming from his eyes as he made him eat the cream pie right out of you. At first you were a bit disgusted but oh did it turn you on knowing the man who will have gotten you pregnant is making him lick up the mess he left. After Chuuya was done with you and you really felt like his cum slut however you were ok with that. He satisfied you like no other man even Dazai had ever done. Then you uncuffed Dazai and with all your wetness there exposed you were a bit turned on by the idea of having more than one man's cum in your tonight. You undid his chastity and it didn't take long for his prick to get hard for you.

"Dazai, I want you to fuck me!" He looked at you like he wanted you more than anything. He took his cock and started stroking it in front of you which really got you turned on again for him. He didn't last long because even though he didn't want to continue he couldn't help but know his body was so turned on watching her get owned by Chuuya. He thrusts a few times and he exploding inside of her pushing it deeper into her. Pushing Chuuya's cum deeper one of them was going to get you pregnant.

He positioned himself behind you pulling your favorite blanket over you while he spooned you thrusting his cock slowly in your now gaping hole. You had been fucked so hard that night that all you know is there is no more room for cum but doesn't mean that he didn't want to give you more. He snuggled up slowly fucking you until you two were out of energy and you both collapsed. Both of you breathing heavy after a wild night. After he picked you up and took you to the shower and washed every inch of you from top to bottom. Then carried you back to the bed where he held you the rest of the night in cuddles as you fell asleep together. Last words echoing in the night "I love you Belladonna." You smiled at him as you closed your eyes "I love you too, my love."

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rensouli · 5 months

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Paragraph Prompt #1 - "Golden Apple"

(Credit to @thebirdkiwi for the prompt - thank you so much!)

Voldo pondered the bowl of intricate golden fruit as he placed it upon the shining oaken table. The arrangement was a proper centerpiece, Master Vercci had told him, and one that was sure to impress the latest customers traveling to the villa. His eyes were particularly drawn to the apple, its dark, rigid stem and leaf adding to the small sculpture’s beautiful level of detail. And yet Voldo was struck by its pointlessness. What good was a fruit that couldn’t be eaten, one that would never entice with its scent nor delight with its flavor? It made precious little sense to him.

But that procession of thought was halted in its tracks as his master’s words from earlier echoed in his mind.

It isn’t a servant’s place to question the wisdom of his betters, Voldo. The standards of maestri are leagues above those of zanni. Remember this always, and I promise that you will prosper!

A blush of shame colored the young man’s pale cheeks as he returned to his labors, making sure the flatware was properly arranged for the evening meal. Such was a more profitable occupation for his hands, as well as his wandering mind.

#soul calibur #fanfiction #vercci #voldo #adult fanfiction #merchant mausoleum #vercci/voldo tag #Renaissance Writes #my writing

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crying-cinderella · 8 months

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A long-awaited update for "London Calling" Chapter13 has been long in the making, but it's finally here! The TL;DR version of life is on A03- the somewhat lengthier version is here: Long-Covid is no joke. And here we thought we'd all be over it by now. While both arms and wrists and fingers and all of that have made a full functional recovery, I had another spill that set me back a bit in late April. (Nothing broken this time, because toes don't count) but enough to keep me out of commission for a while. It's difficult to get steady lasting work when you've got crappy chronic fatigue amongst other issues. And yes, I've got a really good- albeit way over-worked- disability attorney working with me to try and file...the first filing was rejected because this state doesn't recognize 'fallout from long-covid' (lay-terms) as a valid form of disability. Nevermind the cardiac incidences and the TIA. We're working on it. I've moved houses/residences again. The upside is it's back to the original place I started. My ex-non-spice-spouse-ex-current-semi-partner... that's an even longer story- has graciously given the house we used to share back to me. And he drops in once or twice a week to check on me. It's a very, very complicated situation. That I just don't have the energy to get into. Still working on finishing that non-FF-novella. Still tweaking the formatting for e-pub/self-e-pub. The novella itself is finished, has been edited, proofed, etc. But because it doesn't have chapters- and reads like a fictional memoir told in two timelines- the present happening and the protagonist's flashbacks of what's happened- it's difficult to find a formatting guide that suits what I have. If anyone has any recommendations for how to format a non-chapterized work of fiction for e-pub...please let me know. (Still basically flipping a coin on Smashwords vs Amazon too.) This chapter of London Calling is sort of the wind-up. I think. Chapter 14 is fleshed out, but I still have limited technology. (When you're not getting steady work...replacing your laptop among other things becomes a low-low-priority.) I do, however, know now how this story ends. And if it comes together the way I suspect it will...then I think we're looking at 19 chapters. This Chapter that went live today is just over 13,000 words. So I apologize for the length. I hope you're all enjoying life! Thank you all for your continued support! https://ko-fi.com/cryingcinderella

#fanfiction #hp #severus snape #hermione granger #granger x snape #hermione x severus #hermione x snape #adult fanfiction

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dread-red-queen · 3 days

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Cyberpunk 2077 - Vampire AU

It's been in my head for a while and I'm not sure where I'm going with it but I've always loved Vampires I find there different interpretations and folklore around them fascinating and I remembered Gary's rants about the Arasaka's and thought It would be fun to run with it with a little twist.

so here it is chapter one of Dark tower - I really want to improve my writing so any feed back is welcome just bare in mind I have no beta reader, and I'm dyslexic AF so go easy on me lol I'm trying to get better at grammar but Grammarly can only help me so far. it is something I have always struggled with.

I hope you enjoy or are at least amused by my attempt at whatever genre this counts as, maybe dark fantasy??? its a little spicey to as I enjoy writing that but I'm going to try and not go overboard lol

Tropes: Mates, Vampire bonds that sort of thing

I'm not trying to make characters OOC but I'm sure there will be a little bit of that but I'll try my best not to, obviously with it being an alternative universe there will be a few liberties taken as characters have lived differently than the game and that will effect personality's

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elizabethcrumb · 29 days

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🐰Split Oc book 5 - chapters 71 and 72 up to read! 🐰

Link: SPLIT: Big Book Of All Of My Oc Oneshots Book 5 - Chapter 71 - LizRenKnight - Split (2016) [Archive of Our Own]

Title & Summary: 71: Feeling Old, Dennis X My Oc's Molly/ Elizabeth (Molly gets the idea of taking some of Elizabeths blood that has ability to make her better but something else happens)

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Link: SPLIT: Big Book Of All Of My Oc Oneshots Book 5 - Chapter 72 - LizRenKnight - Split (2016) [Archive of Our Own]

Title & Summary: 72: Daisy's Highschool days, Orwell/The Beast x My oc Older Daisy. (AU Possible Future or dream fic - Daisy's high school days are far from perfect)

🐰 Happy Easter Y'all! 🐰

#split 2016 #adult fanfiction #james mcavoy #split fandom #james mcavoy fandom #a03 split/glass fandom #split fanfiction #glass 2019 #lizrenknight on a03 #dennis #split the beast #the beast x oc #orwell x oc #kevin wendell crumb #smut fanfiction #elizabethcrumb on wattpad #writers on tumblr #oc fanfiction

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w1nter-wolf-barnes1 · 23 days

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One chapter of my Mafia Bucky fan fics mood board. It’s an Angst filled drama mess. I don’t promise a Happy Ending but this story is screaming at me! I’m loving writing this and I hope as I put it up you enjoy reading it.

#bucky barnes #mafia fanfic #adult fanfiction #dark fanfiction #angst #icantpromiseahappyending #very mature themes #marvelaufanfic #sebastian stan #sebastian stan fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction

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koifishart · 1 month

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I want to be Your Koi Fish

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

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Lazy Saturday morning. At least that's what it looked like with some. She had her hands full since morning. As dawn, right after breakfast, she braided her hair, jumped into a comfortable, pleated skirt, a slightly looser T-shirt with a collar, tied the strings of sandals on the wedge, threw a leather backpack over her back and went out to do errands. Her father's departure was approaching, so she had to do some of the most practical things, because he, in the heat of urgent matters, organization of transport and the like, did not have time for it. She had to organize a lunch for him, a few handy things so that he would not forget anything. After all, he was a serious smuggler, he couldn't be fooled, especially since he was representing HANAYAMA. It made her stress even more. Probably quite right. Slowly she started ticking off items on the shopping list. There were a few last ones left, including a leather travel bag, because the present one was torn ... She wondered where she would find things bulletproof enough to keep her father from being disposable. It is surprising how easily a product made of thick cowhide can be damaged. On the other hand, his trips are not holidays. She stopped in the last second before colliding with a tall, broad-shouldered blond man dressed in a light purple jumpsuit. He was standing with several others, and the metal plates and chrome motorcycle engines gleamed beside them. Yeah, the Tokkoutai gang just needed them. She must have had an ambiguous face, or just her bulging goggle combined with a bright blush on her face was badly received because the guy didn't look pissed off. On the contrary, and she didn't like it very much.

- Miss, it would be good to be careful at your feet! - he laughed as the men beside him blocked the way. - But I understand that my personal charm has blinded you ... Maybe you can be persuaded to a little trip out of town?

PERSONAL CHARM! She almost laughed. He wasn't ugly, but he wasn't the type. Not enough to be blinded by anything other than the headlight of his motorcycle that gleamed like a dog's eggs in spring. She had to get out of this ASAP.

- Thanks, but I'm busy now. - she replied, waving her hand lightly. - Besides, my boyfriend wouldn't be happy about it.

- Guy's not the problem! - he laughed, and in the tone of his voice she sensed that he would gladly attack him with his fists. - You know...especially when you can be with a MAN...

In an instant, he was absolutely sticky and slippery. She definitely didn't have time for guys like him.

- Still...NO. - she replied, clenching her fist instinctively.

- It wasn't a request, Honey. - he growled, tugging at her arm.

He's gone too far! Without permission, he violated her private sphere! She flexed a muscle in her trapped hand, readying the opposite leg to strike. She was about to take a sudden high kick when a luxurious black Mercedes pulled to a stop beside them. She knew the car. The tinted rear window slid all the way down to reveal the face of a tall, scarred man with glasses sitting inside.

- How is it that you show up at the most interesting moment, Kaoru? - she asked surprised.

- It looks like I'm lucky. - He replied calmly, then turned to the blonde. - Chiharu, leave her alone until she has washed you into a sour apple.

- Ah ... er ... yes, Hanayama-san! - the biker said, straightening himself like a string.

- Drop you home, Hanabi? - He asked. - It will be on my way.

- Thanks, I have something else to do. - she replied with a radiant smile. - I can do it myself.

- See you then! - the man replied.

She waved goodbye to him as she watched him drive away. Involuntarily, for the first time, she thought it was fun to have a guy like Hanayama. Nice, well-mannered, he doesn't impose himself. She turned to the accompanying motorcyclists. Since Kaoru knew them, it looked like they belonged to his group... or something similar. The faces suggested they were in severe shock. In their place, she would probably be too.

- Girl, you know who that was ?! How could you speak so directly ?! - The surprised blonde threw, as if he had completely missed the fact that the boss called her by name. - You don't know who Hanayama-san is ?!

- I've told you I have boyfriend. - she grunted, glaring at him.

It took a moment for the visibly rusty gray cells beneath the lush hairs to jump into the right track. He paled, so he must have reached the correct conclusions.

-What ... er ... you ... - he muttered, then straightened again as if on cue and ordered his men. - Make the transition! Lady wants to go!

She tossed her hair nonchalantly as she walked briskly beside them. What's left on the list? Certainly a travel bag, a new cotton or silk shirt ... On the way, she will stop for bubble tea, because why not. A nice touch of the day, like a bowing motorcycle gang, has to be celebrated.

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Everyone needed a moment of rest, and although sometimes he felt that it would not do much, he would go out with the most trusted people to the pub to cut himself off from THIS world. They ate, drank... the rest might not exist. Once he wanted a different life, he had to stick to what his fate had prepared for him. The light in the tunnel appeared at the most unexpected moment, from a completely unpredictable side. He was going to stick to it tightly, as if life depended on it. He wasn't sure if it was love, he didn't consider it in such terms. Oh, she is up, not ugly, completely embraced, brave, he liked her, perhaps even with reciprocity... so why not? It wasn't quite his nature, but he needed a little change. He was sipping another sip of iced bourbon when he heard the phone ring. He looked at the display in surprise, and answered quickly.

- Hi, Kaoru... - he heard a sluggish greeting.

- Something's wrong? - he asked supriced.

A moment of silence answered him, broken by bursts of laughter and the clink of glass beside him. She sighed heavily.

- I hear you're busy. - she murmured.

- Small trip to the pub. - he said calmly.

- I will not bother you. All in all... I wanted to hear you, that's all. - She replied as if with a slight laugh. - Have fun.

She hung up. She didn't sound very happy. He had a bad feeling, but he stifled it. Since she wished him a lot of fun, it probably didn't matter much.

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She had not felt such a void for a long time. She cleaned the whole apartment, looked through the fridge, did the shopping, ironed the uniform, prepared dinner for the next day, and the next one, she marinated her beloved chili, washed the clothes lying in the basket, even the curtains! She shook the pillows out of boredom, also managed to do her summer homework and read the book. She searched the Internet, not really knowing what she was looking for. Finally she bathed, collapsed on the floor in the living room, in baggy shorts and a T-shirt, wondering what would happen if she tried to repair the cracks that had formed in the ceiling over the years. How about repainting a room? Or polish the floors? Crochet? She would have thought even longer if the doorbell had not blown her out of her thoughts. She glanced briefly at the clock. It was approaching 10PM. She opened it completely without thinking. She grew dazed seeing the person on the other side.

- KAORU?! - she squeaked in surprise.

- Can I come in?

- Er ... y ... yes, come in.

Fact, she called. In the end, she stated her own stupidity, it is obvious that the yakuza boss is BUSY. When he has time, he contacts himself! And she, like a minor brat, has frills! So what he was doing in her house, up to one hour of conversation? She led him into the living room. She completely lost her sense and reason.

- Would you like a cup of tea? - she said, turning slightly on her heel.

- Your phone worried me. What happened? - he muttered, looking at her searchingly.

- No big deal...seriously. You've been unnecessarily bothering you, sorry. I just wanted to chat, even for a few seconds, about the weather. - she murmured, sitting on the floor in front of the armchair and resting her head on the seat. - Father went away for two weeks. Slowly the first day passes, and I have done EVERYTHING that I planned for his absence, even more. It's summer vacation, I quit contract killing, I have no one to talk to. I feel like I'm going crazy ...

- So, you call me? - he asked, taking off his jacket.

- You were the first person that came to mind. I did it automatically, impulsively, without even thinking you were 99% busy. I'm sorry... - she sighed, tucking her legs up to her chest, hiding her face.

- It's just a drink! - he snorted.

- PLANNED, I suppose. I hate getting on someone's schedule. Especially for you, because I know that your life is not easy. - she replied, then smiled. - Go back to them, I'll be fine.

- I've had enough, I'd rather keep you company. - he muttered, putting down his glasses.

After a while he was sitting next to her, his face closer to her. It was just like the first time. She clearly smelled the male scent, warm perfume, expensive alcohol and smoked cigarettes.

- What's with your nanny? - she laughed.

He took out his phone from his trouser pocket and hurriedly rang. The call was answered very quickly. He didn't take his eyes off her, which made the blood in her veins pulsate faster and faster. Again, with a gentle but firm movement, he turned her face toward him.

- Kizaki, don't wait for me. I disappear for a few days.

He hung up and tossed the phone on the couch nearby. She hadn't expected this to happen, although she really missed it, surprisingly much. She let him kiss her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, then slid her finger down his tie and unbuttoned the buttons on his shirt. Moments later he was taking it off and she could see the fragment of the great Otokodachi* tattoo placed on his shoulder again. He pressed her against her muscular torso, rolling up her thin T-shirt and sliding her shorts down with the other hand.

- You could quit smoking. - she said.

- Useful for reducing excess stress. - he muttered, running the tip of his nose along her neck.

- I thought you got me for that. - she whispered, biting his lower lip.

- Too rarely...

- Can't be changed? - she asked, choking on his lips.

He stuck his tongue in with ease again, doing what he wanted with it. She had just noticed how she craved him. She could say what she wanted ... she missed his company. She missed that muscular bear every time. She barely noticed that the clothes were far away from them. She didn't care a bit. Especially since she clearly felt both big hands, surprisingly delicately pressing her hips.

- Have to. Necessarily. - he said, digging into her body.

Not only did he make her a long moan, but also a single tear that ran down her cheek. He slid her to the floor. She couldn't help but feel even better than before. He moved confidently, rewarding, or rather the additional sweeteners this madness kisses.

She woke up at sunrise. Warm golden rays lay right on her face. She was back to him, covered with a sheet, which was dry on a nearby bench, and it looked as if it fell, pulled by one of them or dropped by shocks. She didn't quite remember the details of what was happening, but she felt great. A muscular paw weighed slightly on her side, and a huge hand was placed near her face. Finally, she could take a closer look. Each finger was adorned with numerous small scars, as were the metacarpals with surprisingly bony knuckles. She turned toward him. The eternally licked hair was touched by a bit of wind and energy. The curls were arranged in all sorts of weird directions. He looked like he was going to sleep a long time, so she slipped out unnoticed to arrange breakfast. Hurriedly, she threw off the shorts and t-shirt. She wondered for a moment what she could do. The only thing that came to her mind was the memory of her childhood. She loved when her father was preparing for such a lazy mornings omurice. Lightly fried omelette with vegetables, chicken, and rice. One of her favorite dishes from a time when there were more than two of them at home. She efficiently cut and marinated the meat in spices, chopped the onion, a little carrot and spinach, measured the right amount of white grains, and after a while she fry everything in a pan, pouring soy sauce. She put the stuffing on the plates, wondering if it would be enough for such a huge guy. She felt warm hands on her hips as she started on the second omelette. A moment later, he pressed his head against her shoulder and kissed her cheek, hugging thin stomach. She glanced at him. Judging by the passages she had seen, he only concealed what the manners required. Besides, he was naked and unfettered.

- It smells delicious... - he muttered in her ear.

- I hope you like omurice. - She smiled as she laid out the eggs on the rice with vegetables.

- Very.

- Then sit down at the table.

It was nice to eat in his company. He was pleasantly surprised by her culinary skills, although in truth the dish was not particularly advanced. She was glad that she could please him. The idyll was interrupted by the hammering on the door. She frowned, instinctively turning her head in the direction of the sound.

- Expecting someone? - He asked.

- No, but you'd better get something on your back. - she replied, standing up and running her hand over his shoulder.

She walked briskly to the entrance. She had to be ready for any eventuality, attack from any side, any number of opponents. She opened door and was speechless to see a woman in a fashionable blouse and knee-length skirt, without pardon, walk past her and burst into the living room, clapping her thin heels.

- MUM?! -she groaned loudly.

- I heard that father left, so I came to check if the apartment is in working order. - she said, not even looking at her daughter. - We will give you kids in some time, you will not sit alo...

She broke off in mid-words. She noticed him, which was actually not difficult. Barely in the aisle between the kitchen and the living room, a muscular man, all scarred, wearing only fundoshi** and an unbuttoned purple shirt, adjusting rimless glasses on his nose, bowing respectfully to her. Hanabi couldn't help but take this opportunity. She just had to be really careful not to burst out laughing.

- I've told you that I have boyfriend. - she said quite naturally, stepping over and wrapping her arm around his waist. - That's Kaoru, mum.

- Nice to meet you, ma'am. - he said in a low voice.

The mother resembled a fish washed ashore. She alternately opened and closed her mouth, clearly wanted to say something, but she didn't quite know what. Finally she pulled out her phone and dialed the number hurriedly. She did not play culture.

- DID YOU KNOW that YOUR daughter is at home with her boyfriend?! ALONE?! - she snapped into the receiver.

- Of course I know! - she heard in response. - Hanabi is almost adult, she has the right to freedom. Besides, I'm busy.

He hung up, much to her apparent disapproval. She glared at them, then ceremoniously turned on her heel and left, slamming the door. The brunette locked the apartment, then returned, snorting and laughing with joy.

- Thanks to you, I got her out of my head for a while! - she laughed.

- A lovely person ... - he sighed, watching her approach him.

- Ever since she left my father, she thought he was raising me badly. According to her, I am... - She thought for a moment, gently hugging his massive hips. - ... "unreformable, indecent wild lesbian." As if that's something bad or so. Yes ... I guess she thought I didn't hear her reproach him for it in anger. At least she knows now that I am the most ordinary, boring heterosexual orientation. Thanks!

She guessed that the image of her mother that had formed in his mind was probably not flattering or nice, unfortunately that was her life. She returned to the kitchen preparing a few items for dinner. She didn't like to cook several times a day, preferring once and properly if possible, so as not to wash up for half a day. She really wanted gyoza and sukiyaki. If she had been alone, she probably wouldn't have been cooking these dishes, but since she had company, could use it. She was chopping another batch of vegetables when he returned to the kitchen. Still unbuttoned, hugged her waist again.

- Your father really knew? - he asked quietly, gently rubbing his thumbs around her cross-section, arousing sigh of relief.

- No. I didn't plan anything ... but we have a small, unwritten pact for his departures. - she replied calmly, offering him a sliced carrot. - I can do what I want under two conditions. First: I don't do stupid things. Secondly, the father is to be able to return to the house he left behind, not to destroy as after the explosion of an atomic bomb.

She fry the ground beef for dumplings briefly, then dropped it on a plate to cool it down. Ignoring the temperature of the dish completely, he ate some of the meat, which did not escape her attention.

- Save something for dinner! - she laughed.

- I can't help it, you cook great. - he snapped in response, then sighed blissfully. - I really like your company.

- I don't see a problem if you come by more often. I can even cook for you! - she said, turning to him.

- I wasn't going to give it up. - he muttered, taking her face gently.

She blushed up to her ears, felt her skin sting. It was the sweetest thing she'd heard from him, at least so far. In addition, he was looking at her with such an angelic face that she could melt.

- Did I say something wrong? - he worried.

- Exactly ... very well ... - she whispered, gently brushing the clearly defined scarred cheek. - ... my bear.

She amused him with a term that suited him very well. He was smiling. Big and cuddly, like a huge fluffy teddy bear. Such a brutal bear that can smear the opponent on the asphalt. A stubborn lock of hair fell from behind her ear into her face, obscuring visibility. He took it gently and set it back into place. Metal clinked near her hair. Well, she forgot about them completely. She put them on automatically for the holidays.

- Earrings? - he wondered, rubbing the row of silver horseshoes and so on, along the entire length of the turbinate. - Somehow I never noticed.

- I always wore transparent jewelery to keep teachers from clinging. - she explained with a slight shake of her shoulders. - You probably haven't seen a tattoo either ...

She turned her back to him and pushed it away slightly, rolling her T-shirt up and sliding her shorts to expose her loins. She felt the fingertips of his fingers wandering across the fresh drawing on the skin - a rainbow Koi carp against the backdrop of Sakura's branch diverging in two opposite directions. A pleasant shiver ran through her. Just like the first night they had together, when he ran his fingertips down her spine. She twisted again, revealing the pelvic bones and the fragments of wood that ended at the symphysis pubis.

- Eighteenth birthday gift. - she said, sitting down on the kitchen counter.

- You know Koi carps are said to aspire to be dragons? - he asked, putting his arms around her hips and pulling her slightly closer to him. - Suits you...

She felt big thumbs catching the hem of the shorts on the elastic. Moments later, she was hugging his massive neck and sliding down purple shirt, kissing a muscular bear.

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*Otokodachi - Man standing up; tattoo made for all male heirs of Hanayama family, starting with Yakichi Hanayama, who was escaped from robbers by brave man who was killed for a child. Thanks to him, Yakichi decided to make a tattoo with his invincible pose;

**Fundoshi - is the traditional Japanese undergarment for adult males, made from a length of cotton.

#hanayama kaoru #fanfiction #oc x canon #fanfic #baki the grappler #kaoru hanayama #yakuza #+18 content #+18 or +adult only #adult fanfiction #baki hanayama #baki dou #baki son of ogre #baki hanma #baki headcanons

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hellcatinnc · 7 months

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Otometober Day 16 - Your Main Squeeze

18+ Adult Content Ahead...

Ok so this is tricky cause anyone who knows me knows that Ikki, Saint, Dante, Impey & Loki are my top husbandos. So I think I will end up writing for each of them a halloween short story for now I will do Dante cause lately he is the one always on my mind. This will be from my pov like as if I was the one in the story with him.

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Dante sits in his office going over some of the family things with Nicola while I'm in our room trying to figure out my costumer for tonight. We have a costume party that I talked Dante into throwing happening in a few hours. I had already told Dante several times don't be late. I let him be let him work on all that mafia stuff its not like I don't know what he does but I have better time living with things by not knowing the details. I love Dante and I respect he knows what to do to better our town as well as to keep us safe. I decided to dress up as a sexy cat since I know how much my baby loves his kitties. I do this as our sweet furbaby sits on the bed watching me. I deck out all the way down to the whiskers and cute black ears wrapped up in my chocolate brown locks. After I look in the mirror and know I am ready to go I look at the time and realize we have about a hour before the party starts so I decide to head down the hall and grab Dante and have him get dressed as well.

As I walk into the hallway I run into Leo rushing down the hall from Dante's office, he smiles at me and says hello but is in too much of a rush to stop and chat. I get to Dante's office and I softly knock, I have a special knock we decided together so he would always know when it was me and when no matter what was going on he would stop to see me. This is what he did to, before I knew it the door swung open and there was my amazing fiancé standing in front of me. Before I could say something he had already looked my outfit up and down and he flushed rosy red cheeks before pulling me into him by my waist. He used to be so shy about some of these things but after being with him over a year now he knows how to dominate me the way I like. He smiles as he looks into my eyes "You look amazing!" the only words I hear him speak before he crashes those delectable lips into mine. We are locked into a passionate kiss when I hear someone clear their throat. As we let our lips rest we look over to Nicola standing awkwardly near Dante's desk.

I slowly pull away from Dante before acknowledging Nicola "I'm sorry to interrupt, I did not see you there" I confess. Nicola chuckles tilting his hat to me as he slides out the door walking between us before turning around. "Its ok I'm just happy to see Dante happy with all he deals with daily. I will get out of the way and see you two at the party." He turns and walks down the hall where I can hear him still softly laughing to himself. Dante is slightly flushed in the face he isn't used to being caught in such a situation around others, we normally keep those things private to our bedroom. I decide tonight might be worth a little flirting outside the bedroom for once, I want him to know how bad I want him all night long and we can see how the outcome happens when we go to bed tonight. I smile at Dante "So we need to get you ready for tonight and what do you think of my costume"? He looks up to me and a small smirk comes to his lips while his eyes follow from my lips down to my breast that are slightly exposed at the top of my shirt. "I would say you are the sexiest cat I have yet to see, I love it". He exclaims these soft words at a low sound to his voice but you could tell the outfit was getting to him. He grabbed my hand and we walked back to the bedroom together.

I wasn't sure what was going through his mind but I know as soon as we walked in the room he couldn't keep his hands off me. Although he was grabbing at the tail that I had and running his fingers down the side of my costume it didn't take long before he pushed me back on to the bed running his fingers up my arms up to my face where he cupped my chin. He passionately kisses my lips so tenderly and engulfs my very being as the kisses get hungrier as he pushes his body down on me, I can now feel his weight taking me over. As he lets go of my lips for us to breathe I let out a soft moan, and he crashes his lips into me again. I can tell he wants me as I want him, knowing what we need to be getting ready for but at this moment all I want is him. He has been so busy lately its been a bit since we have been so passionately involved and it shows too in how much we want each other. He slowly moves from my lips down to my ears and neck and I moan a bit louder. As he works his way down to my chest there is a knock at the door. It abruptly stops us in our tracks as we hear Leo's voice on the other side letting us know guests had started to arrive.

Dante stands up reaching out his hand to me to help me up as well. "Guess its time to get ready and this will continue tonight." I gesture to him as I softly wipe the lipstick off his lips then pull him in running my hands down giving his butt a nice squeeze. I pull away and give him a wink "I will wait down stairs so I don't cause anymore distractions" As I went to walk out he grabbed me by the arm "Your never a distraction, well a bad distraction that is. I want you to stay I want to walk down stairs with you on my arm, so everyone can see I have the most beautiful woman on my arm and in my heart." He smiles as he delitcates those words to me. I smile then sit down on the bed and wait for him to head to the closet. I have no idea what he plans to dress as we decided it would be fun for us both to surprise each other I figured he wouldn't make alot of effort and might just come as a mafia boss. That being said I heard him bumping around in the closet then he yelled to not come in so I waited.

After some time I heard the click to the closet slowly open and I was so excited about what the costume was going to be. I was blown away when he walked out dressed as a white cat in a suit. He was decked out in this sexy white suit with blue accent. He even had a thin but long tail that attached to the back. He had these fluffy white ears that looked so cute on him. He looked up at me and I could tell he was embarrassed. We both chose to be a cat for each other and I found it absolutely adorable. My wonderful husband understood me and I understood him without even trying. I knew in this moment I was marrying the man of my dreams. I walked over kissing his lips and cupping his kitty face. "Surprise! We match" he says with a chuckle. Nodding I acknowledge him "Yes I do love your a kitty, mind if I pet you, meow?" He pulled me into him and softly whispered into my ear "You can pet me anytime, my love." I smiled at his words then grabbed his hand I knew we were late for the party as it was. We walked down the stairs to where we heard alot of noise and music playing.

We stepped out into the room and people stopped and stared back at us. I guessed a mafia boss dressed as a kitty isn't something you see every day but this was the man I loved he was softer than people would ever know and I'm ok being the one that sees that side of him that the world will not. He used to be a sad boy and now everyday I find ways to make him smile again and again. He has laughed more with me in the last year than Nicola says he has in his lifetime. We get out to the middle of the floor and the music is playing a soft gentle melody when he stops and bows to me and takes my hand and kisses it. "Will you do me the honors?" He says this as he looks up and smiles at me. I not and let him pull me into him. Its like in that moment the world fades around us and its only us dancing in the middle of the room. This man pulls me so close I can feel the warmth of his body, I can feel his heartbeat as I rest my head on his shoulder. We get lost in the moment and enjoy ourselves. We have a few drinks and mingle with the guests and just have a fun time. Dante spent alot of time giving me drink after drink though I'm sure he was trying to see how I would get drunk at a party. I found it cute though and kept drinking what he brought me.

Normally Dante isn't real talkative but the drunker he got he started to talk about how attractive I was and wanted to steal kisses all in front of people. He is normally a gentleman and much more reserved but I liked this side of him. It showed a possessiveness that I don't normally see I mean I know he protects me at any cost and he will step in if someone is to hit on me but this was different. People were talking to him and he was like talking about he couldn't and wouldn't lose me to anyone even if he had to use his gun to prove his point. He talked to Nicola about watching his back cause Nicola had made some flirty comments through the night but Dante wasn't having that. Anyways as the night came to a end and people had started to leave I knew I wanted Dante so bad but he was in no shape to handle anything so I asked Nicola to help me get him up to the bedroom and into bed. After we got upstairs I thanked Nicola and shut our door. Dante laid with flushed cheeks on our bed asleep. I got undressed and slipped into something more comfy a long night dress. I then came over and helped take his ears and tail off and went to help try to get him into some more comfier clothing.

Right about that time he looks up opening his beautiful blue azure eyes and pulls me on top of him in bed. He pulls me down onto his chest as he kisses my lips softly "You know I love you and want you so bad don't you?" I smiled down at him "Yes my love I do but your a bit to drunk at the moment". He reached down sliding my night dress up onto my thighs as his fingers touched my skin they burned like fire, it unleashed this desire I wanted him so bad in that moment. He rolled me onto the bed and got on top of me he pulled my leg up and started to kiss slowly down it moving close to my carnal treasure. This man ravaged me hours into the night kissing and touching and even tasting every part of me. This was our first halloween and he knew how to bring it to an amazing climax.

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Hope you enjoyed reading my little short story I had fun doing so. I miss writing and haven't wrote in a long time until this year coming on tumblr and then my fan fics I write and now thanks to @protags-fic-blog I have been trying to get into writing more again and enjoying it like I used to. Wish I had alot more time but I use what I got so thanks hun and I hope ya'll enjoy.

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