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bruisedknucklesandbloodykisses · 1 year

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CW: College AU; Unreliable narrator/reader; Delusional reader/Nobunaga; Unhealthy relationship; Lovesick reader; Insecurities (Reader); Possessive; Ignoring multiple red flags; Sexual content towards the end (Grinding, Messy Kisses)

Summary: You’re hesitant to ask Nobunaga on a date due to not wanting to destroy your friendship with him. He has other views on the subject at hand.

Word Count: 2,094 Note from Knux: I just wanted to say that I was very inspired by this fic from @uvobreakmylegs (they have the best writing PLEASE-). But, seriously wanted to give credit where credit is due though!

You leaned against Nobunaga’s side, his steady breathing helping to distract you from your nerves. It was so silly how nervous you were; it was just a date after all- well, it would be a date if he accepted. The words seemed to die in your throat, turning into a hard lump that made it hard to breathe, every time you tried to ask the simple question: do you want to go on a date with me?

Honestly, those words weren’t daunting at all and it was frustrating that you’ve never had any issues asking before. You were used to making the first moves on people you liked- sure, you haven’t done it since high school, but that’s besides the point. The point now is that you felt like you were drowning in your own emotions because you could spit out the damn phrase.

You glanced up at Nobunaga, taking in his face: angular, lips drawn into a thin line and his dark eyes focusing hard on the text in front of him. It was funny to you how you had convinced him to join you on this little study date- it made you feel fuzzy inside. Though, you had finished your studies and were simply keeping him company now. Which, you didn’t mind. If it meant that you got to hang around the silly athlete, the better it was.

You sighed, nestling closer to him, allowing your eyes to slip shut as you snuggled deeper into the blanket you wrapped yourself in.

“Hmm, getting bored?” Nobunaga’s voice said, startingling you out of your dozing.

“Maybe,” you murmured against him, pressing your face further into his arm as you let your eyes slip close again, “but I don’t really mind if I get to sit with you.”

He snorted. “You sap. You sound like you really like me.”

“Well, yeah.” You quickly added: “we’re friends after all.”

He went silent and you couldn’t help the way your stomach started to churn with a strange sort of anxiety. A frown tugged at your lips, peaking one eye open to glance up at him. He seemed irritated as he glared at the book in front of him.

You slumped against him once again, both eyes open now, as you thought of how you (or what) had upset him. Nobunaga had a bit of a hairline trigger with his frustrations occasionally- you sometimes felt like you were walking a tightrope with him, but you didn’t really mind. It was just how Nobu was. Your silly friend who was sweet and always took care of you. Before him there was only you.

A small smile pulled at your lips. How did you ever make it without him?

“Ah, fuck- this thing is boring!” Nobunaga finally declared, slamming the book shut.

You couldn’t help but giggle despite how he jostled you around when he crossed his arms and pressed himself back into the worn (but comfortable) couch in your living room. “How about you take a break, I’ll make some tea, that sound good?”

He grunted, sulking into the cushions while you unwrapped yourself and laying the fluffy blanket on his chest and tucking it behind his shoulders after you got up. He had grumbled but let you continue with your antics. You laughed as you went to the small kitchen in the apartment- nothing too fancy, just big enough for the fridge, a sink, an oven, and a little bit of counter space for a microwave and the odd times you wanted to bake.

You reached into the cabinet right above what little counter space you had and pulled out two mugs. They were cute: a sleepy gray cat face and an overly excited white and tan puppy face for the other- they were round and the little cat reminded you too much of Nobunaga not to get. Though he had also insisted that he’d get the puppy one for you if you were getting the “damn cat” for him.

You traced over the smooth porcelain with the tip of your finger. Maybe… maybe you could just let things be. Let them snowball into dating all on their own. At least, that’s how you hoped that they were going to snowball. The worries began to pile up as you got to work making the drinks.

Nobunaga was a handsome guy with his angular features, fit form, and his glossy hair. The only downside to him was probably how radically his emotions could go from one end of the spectrum to the other but that was easily avoidable (at least you thought it was, there were several people who dined to disagree but you simply assured yourself that it was because of something they did. Not Nobu. Never Nobu). He could have any person in the world that he wanted if he really wanted- what was stopping him from pursuing someone prettier, more charismatic, more successful than you? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

There was a level of anxiety that shook in your fingers as you had finished Nobu’s and your tea, stirring honey in the calming herbal mix.

You took a deep breath, trying to gather your wits. Your mind was wondering again. You need to stop before Nobu thinks something’s wrong because you won’t be able to control your tongue if he does.

You nod to yourself before going to pick up the two mugs just to stop as a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist and a sharp chin rests against the junction of your shoulder. “What’s wrong?” Fuck.

“Nothing- nothing’s wrong.”

“Now, now,” he started to lean his whole body weight against you, causing you to catch yourself on the counter. “ Lying ain’t a good look for you and we both know it.”

There was a certain edge to his voice that made your blood freeze. You had only heard it once or twice, just towards guys who didn’t know when to quit hounding and couldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Never at you.

You licked your lips, squeezing your eyes shut as you willed your knees not to shake. “I-I’m not lying, Nobu-”

He shifted his feet, pressing himself even harder against your back, like he was trying to become a second skin. “Lying doesn’t look good on you.” He repeated, squeezing his arms around your stomach. Hard.

You wheezed, hands scrambling to hold onto his arms. Though, you made no attempt to pull him off. It was so fucked up how you were relishing in how close he was despite how angry he was at you. You just wanted to be held by him- be close to him- you wanted to be as important to him as he was to you. You just wanted to melt into him.

What a horrible friend you were.

Your chest burned like you had ran a marathon and suddenly the world was spinning and your eyes were stinging with tears that rested heavy on your lashes. How pathetic.

Hearing a sniffle come from you, something seemed to snap Nobunaga out of his frustrations. “Hey, you ok?” He began to loosen his hold on you, muscles relaxing until your shaking hands squeezed his wrists.

“No…” You whimpered, “no, please- please don’t let go.”

You sounded so weak and frail. It made Nobunaga’s heart leap to his throat. He squeezed his arms around you again, much more gently compared to a few moments ago, but enough for you to know he had no intentions of leaving.

It was a couple of moments until you stopped shaking. By this point, you were leaning back against him, hands still resting on his as he held you. His face nestled against your neck. “You feelin’ ok to talk?”

He wasn’t letting this go, was he? You took a deep breath, releasing it as you nodded against the side of his head.

He pulled away from you slowly until his face was level with your peripheral. His eyes were dark and observant. “What’s wrong?”

Your throat felt tight again, but you still forced yourself to talk. “I- you- what… would you…” you lick your lips. “Would you date me? If I asked you out?” Your hands were sweating and you looked away, instead, focusing on the smooth skin of his arms, running your fingers over the sparse hairs.

When he didn’t answer you began to shift, uncomfortable on your feet. Your skin feeling like it was boiling. This was stupid. You were stupid. You just ruined your friendship with Nobunaga. You’d never be able to see him again- you’d just have to sit like some stranger while he moved on with someone that was on his level- someone who was prettier, more talented- better than you. He was going to leave you behind and take your bleeding heart with him-

“I don’t get it.” You felt a sudden dread rest deep in your chest. He sounded mad. “Why do you always talk like that? Like we aren’t dating already?”

Huh?

Before you can voice anything, his hands come slamming on your counter, once again caging you. You can see the veins pulse on the side of his temple, frown deep as he seethes: “you think I act like this with everyone? Think that I get like this-” one of his hands glides down your spine, a gasp leaving you as when he grabs your ass in a tight grip and presses your hips hard against his. You gape. He’s hard. He’s so, so hard- “with everyone?” He begins to grind against you, hot breath moist against your cheeks as he huffs in frustration. Your hands scramble to hold onto his shirt, head spinning with too many things at once. “I only get this fucking hard with you- it fucking- oh, fuck- do you know how hard it is not to grab you and shove you face first into the closest surface I can? Not to rip you apart? You’re like- like a damn lamb: dumb and oblivious to everything around you-” he grunts when you hike your leg up on his hip (or try to, it’s a bit of an awkward endeavor considering how close he’s pressed against you).

You’re desperate. You want more of his demeaning words. You want more and more of his attention. You want him to sink his teeth into you and rip you apart. Your blood boiling with white, hot want. “‘M sorry-” you gasp as you begin to rock your hips back against his; sloppy and uncoordinated. “‘M sorry, I didn’t notice. I was-” a moan wretches out of your throat. You crane your head back, the expanse of your neck presented to Nobu, who wastes no time pressing wet, open mouthed kisses against your salty skin. “You’re just so beautiful, there was no way you’d want to go out with someone like me-”

A growl comes from deep within his throat. His hands have come to dig into your hips, guiding you to grind harder against him. “You're so stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid- you’re mine. Mine. No one gets to see you like this.” He crushes his lips against yours. The kiss is all teeth and tongue- a mess of passion and repressed frustrations.

You couldn’t get enough.

“‘M yours. ‘M yours-” you chant against his mouth, head spinning, close to the precipice of an orgasm. Teetering on a precarious line that, whichever way you end up tipping, you’ll be drowning in the euphoria of having Nobunaga suffocating you in his affections.

He lets out a loud moan, all guttural and masculine, it has your legs trembling. He uses one hand to squeeze your cheeks, swirling his tongue with yours in a sloppy french kiss that has drool dripping from the corners of your mouth. “You’ve been mine since I laid eyes on you.” He pants, his forehead resting against yours, his hips coming to a stop. You whine at the loss of friction, the leg that is still hooked over his hip trembling with leftover electricity. He chuckles, pressing pecks to your lips. “I’m not letting you go.” You envy how even his voice despite having humped you like a dog in heat only a moment ago.

You nod, not trusting your voice. You would give him anything he asked for. Whatever to keep him near you.

So, you follow him, with your heartbeat pulsing in your ears, as he pulls on your wrists towards the couch, tearing your clothes from your body. You accept that he’s going to tear you apart with open arms.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #hxh x reader #x reader #reader insert #nonbinary reader #n/s/f/w #hxh nobunaga #nobunaga x reader #yandere #yandere nobunaga #tw: unhealthy relationship #tw: possessive behavior #tw: cussing #tw: yandere themes #Hmmmmm #love me some moody samurai man #also I feel like the yandere in this one isn't nearly as overt as I wanted it to be but hopefully people still like it lmao

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cursedimagedump · 1 year

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#cursed image #cursed aura #n/s/f/w #drugs tw

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yanderefantasies · 2 years

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Can you write a fan fiction (smit if you please) of drew Thomas x reader please and thank you

Whipped out the sex playlist for these hcs bois

Remember bitches- this blog is gay asf and the reader is a dude. Also I 100% pictured the reader as trans pre-op through this whole thing. A lil bit of appreciation for dudes like me who don’t want/haven’t had surgery n shit.

Kiss my ass<3

[Basic warnings: smut hcs, trans-male reader, pre operation/surgery, stalking, breeding, slight-public scenario, blood, very slight mention of demonic possession<3]⚠️⚠️⚠️

•Has been caught filming you rather than the scenes unfolding during investigations quite frequently. And it’s no surprise that he keeps the film for himself to jack off to later. Just about anything you do could turn him on, a single fucking smile will make him wanna pounce in a heartbeat- declare you his boyfriend and shove his damn face between your legs like he’s got no time left to live.

•He marks you plenty, biting to the point of breaking skin, making you bleed by accident sometimes. Bruises on your hips, chest, and thighs.

•He’s openly charming as usual, but he’s way different otherwise when in private. You could be doing your jobs, filming odd activity, messing with audio and helping Ed and Lorraine with what they need. But give it ten or so minutes and you’re pushed behind a few trees and Drew is fingering your pussy like he’s got the stamina of a horse, covering your mouth with his other hand cause Drew just loves seeing you squirm for him.

•If he feels you’ve been getting too close to other people, like talking to that fucking officer, or looking at Ed for longer than two seconds? He plans to drive you to overstimulation till you cry into his hand. Claw at his arms all you want- he’s strong, it won’t help at all. If anything, it encourages him to just eat you out instead tbh.

•it gets worse when you get home. He’s too possessive. Hates that you’re constantly seen by other people. Wishes that you would just stay home like a good husband, stop talking to other people. Not even two seconds after closing and locking the door, Drew is already stripping you down and pushing you against the nearing fucking wall. Neighbors be damned- he wants you to scream.

•Go ahead, run your nails down his back, pull his hair, only urges him to bury his cock deeper inside until you feel full. Plans to breed you till the sun comes up, and you won’t be able to say anything about it cause Drew just knows how to make you weak.

•Sometimes he’s so into the idea of making you wholly his, that he acts like a completely different being. Drew doesn’t have that familiar flint in his eye. It’s just pure lust and need. Needing you to be his. One way or another you’ll be an able to fucking walk for a week. And he’ll gladly take care of you during.

•Sometimes it’s like he’s the one possessed by a demon. Not the families you guys try to help at-least once a week.

•Wrenching orgasms out of you one by one, till you can’t fucking think of anything but Drew, and how good he makes you feel in that moment. Sometimes it gets to the point where you may pass out, arms and legs going limp in moments. He’ll stop, sure. But as soon as your awake? Some water and a few kisses will turn into earlier events and you’ll be face down in the mattress again.

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thekillingmoonmoon · 2 years

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unholy: tokyo revengers

Shiba Taiju

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Pairing: Shiba Taiju x Fem! Reader Warnings: NSFW, smut,choking, rough sex Length: 450

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

He prays before and after each time he meets you. Before, for the Lord to forgive him for what he is about to do, after, for the Lord to never let his wife find out what he’s done. Shiba Taiju is a good man. He’s a good husband, a good provider. All his children attend the best school, wear the latest trends, have the best medical care. Of course, his wife should be satisfied, the good religious woman she is. She’s meek, mild, completely submissive as any good Christian wife should be. All her needs are met, and she rarely asks for any affection. In short, she’s boring.

But you, you with your intoxicating smile, a serpent tempting Adam into the garden evening. At first, he was just dragged into the club by some high-end executives, protesting about his wife and children. Those pleas died the moment he saw you, rolling your hips around the pole. And when you dropped your robe, his jaw dropped too. You were sin itself, dripping with lust, your hips rocking so slowly over his hardening cock. He feels shame, somewhere, in the dark corner of his mind, where he cares about what his pretty little wife thinks of him. But most of his mind is addled, sliding into the red and pink neon lights scattered across your shimmery skin. He wants to touch you, to kiss those pretty pouting lips, to feel your hot mouth around his length. And he does. In one mindless moment, he has you bent over the nearest surface, ripping your panties clean off your cunt to plunge himself deep in your soaked cunt. And he’s lost, lost in his sin, your sin, so wet and warm around his cock. He can barely hold himself back, but when you ask for is faster, harder, to actually ruin, the beast within bared its teeth. He had your back arched against his chest, his hand around your throat, tugging you back onto his cock just as much as you rocked back onto his length. It’s dark, dirty, in a grimy dressing room, somehow Taiju feels the closest to heaven he’s ever felt before, and it’s through the very lust that sent Adam from the Garden of Eden in the first place. . And once he’s tasted sin, he can’t help but crave more, crave the feel of you, your body. He’s ensnared, tied to you as much as you are to him. You could barely get yourself off before then but now you could cum at the tip of his cock breaching your walls. It's unholy, sinful, but it is your own desecrated heaven, the gasped silence between you and Taiju

#taiju x reader #tokyo rev taiju #taiju shiba x reader #shiba taiju #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #killingmoon n/s/f/w #fem reader cw #cheating tw #cafe employee #killingmoonmoon tr

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expolikestoart · 11 months

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@anaroceitweek

#tw snakes #tw spiders #tw eyes #tw religious imagery #tw body horror #anaroceit #anaroceitweek2023 #janus sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #a n y w a y s. it is so fun to draw these hoes.#hellllloooooo monster fuckers. no these are still mostly humanish. yes they still have monster parts.#i have kinda ideas for them but honestly? we'll see how after this week goes.#insanely they remind me of both Good Omens in the story im building in my head and ALSO. the epic of gilgamesh. yes the oldest novel ever.#its s p e c i f i c a l l y for the idea of the intro. the whole deal of.#Gilgamesh was called a god and a man; Enkidu was an animal and a man. It is the story of their becoming human together.#THEYRE BECOMING HUMAN TOGETHER!!!!!!! THAT IS THE POINT. LOVE.#also on the good omens note. they have like. fully hidden; have adjusted to people forms but like. All of them are Disabled. FOR ME.#FOR ME roman is blind in his human (fallen?) form. Janus just doesn't have arms. Virgil has Too Many Senses (autism. just like me fr fr.)#Also virgil has chronic pain but its Mainly projection that could be backed up by angst. janus most likely would too. (falling from heaven?

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captainbobbin · 5 months

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tw - spiders, monster anatomy -

finally finished these doodles up enough to post them for about a year or so now I (+now my besties) have been playing with a dqxi au and I have been obsessing over it hardcore. May I present... Spidersylv. He's a menace and now my server mascot lmao

#dqxi au #spidersylv #tw #trigger warning #spiders #monster anatomy #possible n/s/f/w ?#captainbobbin #arachnaphobia tw

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sir-yeehaw-paws · 4 months

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That Stephen King post really reminding me that in the uncut version of The Stand has a character named Trash and

Anyway Trash gets fcked by a gun. By a guy calling himself The Kid..or Billy the Kid or SOMETHING.

This part was not included in the live action movie or TV series but that WAS the first time I was introduced to the concept of gun fucking.

#SO ANYWAY #tw: guns #n/s/f/w #gotta be real idk what else 2 warn this with #nate rambles #lets just say it opened many rabbit holes -#man i read that book at like 14/15 years old too GJDKGJFJ

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avatarfan11 · 2 years

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Kya: Lin, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?

Lin, naked in Kya's bed: No, I absolutely do not.

Kya, already taking off their clothes: Fuck... Me neither.

#lok #legend of korra #kya ii #lin beifong #kyalin #kya x lin #lgbtq #n s f w ish #humor #fluff #absolute dorks #tw swearing #legend of korra incorrect quotes #kyalin incorrect quotes

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nickgoesinsane · 1 year

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venom deserves to have eggs stuffed in him, as a lil treat

-🍽️

He’s so grateful, sighing and purring with every egg that stretches him open and settles into his womb, his pussy clenching around your cock to coax more eggs out of you until they bulge his belly.

(You have to sit Eddie down and explain that no, they’re not fertilized because the poor man was having a breakdown over having a dozen children at once.)

#╰┈➤ nick answers !#venom brainrot #sub venom #dom reader #top reader #eddie brock x reader x venom #venom x reader #eddie brock x reader #sub eddie brock #symbrock #alien reader #tw oviposition #🍽️ anon !#n/sfw #n/s/f/w

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thebardisabird · 1 year

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As an ambassador for the thick thigh club, I felt this one in my soul. So to my Karamatsu babes with stretchmarks - this one’s for y’all. Will be tagging this as tw: body image & tw: body insecurity just in case! Under the cut!

It had hit you just after you got out of the shower this morning, a small deep red stripe that shone bright against the curve of your inner thighs. Your fingertips traced it in worry, the flesh feeling soft and wrinkled under the pads of your fingers. It felt ugly. You spent the rest of your day absentmindedly tracing over the mark through your clothing, it’s mere existence disturbing your peace. It made you hate the way you looked at your body, jagged with these same physical cracks littered all over you. The feeling of being broken with all the scattered lines - unlovable because soft, unmarred skin was now stricken through permanently. You had to force your thoughts away from it until you made it home, all of your emotions beginning to well into your throat unwillingly.

-- Your day came and went, thankfully, and soon you were in the comfort of your own home. Your heart was heavy as you stared at your reflection once more in only your top and underwear, planning simply just to change out of your work clothes. Tears blurred your vision, and you let out a frustrated sigh at the streaks that splayed over your body. Amidst your sniffling, your boyfriend stood at the doorway to your bedroom, his quiet entrance going unnoticed as he watched you scrutinize yourself with such heart aching disdain. With a softened look, he called your name from where he stood. Your gasp was sharp and you moved to blot at your eyes almost immediately. “Karamatsu, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you, I--” “...I love them, you know.” Your heart caught in your throat, “I...I’m sorry?” He moved closer to you, his eyes slowly drifting from your thighs and all the way upwards until he met on your dampened eyes, “I love them...those marks you seem to hate so much.” You broke eye contact to stare off ashamedly, “You saw me, huh?” the sigh that left was heady, you both felt it; in embarrassment, you turned away from him, “I just...they look so awful. Like I’ve been wounded or like...I don’t take care of myself, I don’t know.” Frustration clawed at your throat once more, “They make me feel ugly.”

Hands gently smoothed over your shoulders, “...Lay down, my love.” You shifted back towards him, “Why? I need to finish changing first.” “You can later, I promise...right now, I just want you to lay down on the bed, okay?” Karamatsu coerced you carefully, walking you over to the bed now. Confusedly you did as you were asked, the majority of your body laying across the sheets save for your legs that dangled over the edge of the mattress. Little did you expect for your boyfriend to slide himself between your thighs, the bulk of his shoulders lifting up the backs of your thighs as he did. “Karamatsu!” came your surprised yelp, “I haven’t showered yet, I need to-” “Hush, my love,” he cut you off once more, and your words fell from your lips. Dark brown irises found your slightly panicked stare, “I want you to understand something...” and his gaze shifted to the soft expanse of your thighs, “These marks...make you more beautiful than you could ever comprehend.” His lips pressed to a spot just past where your knee and inner thigh connected. You bit your lip as you watched him kiss a few more spots on your thighs, interchanging between the two mounds of flesh. The gentle admiration and even more tender caresses of his fingers against your skin made you the tears behind your eyelids threaten to spill. “In Japanese art there’s something called Kintsugi,” he sighed against your thigh, “Gold being used to fill in the cracks of damaged pottery...only to make it anew and more refined than ever.” His fingertips smoothed over your fresh stretch marks, “You were never ever broken darling,” and he kissed them with a warm fondness, “Your body is a vessel of love, so much so that these are proof - stripes imprinted physically; made from a heart that loves and is well loved,” you caught him smiling now in admiration, “Stripes that only serve to make you as beguiling beyond measure...a work of art and beauty nearest to my heart.” He kissed the softened scars once more and it made your heart start to race with how close he was to your sex. He didn’t miss the whimper in your voice, but instead chuckled low in response. His palms smoothed up your thighs, settling at your hips. “Don’t you see, my flower?” Karamatsu cooed, “These stretch marks are a part of you - and with everything I am, I adore every part of you there is to have.” Deft fingers curled around the band of your underwear, tugging them downward until he could get them fully off of you. With sincerity in his gaze, he gripped your thighs and settled your legs fully over his shoulders. “Now,” purred Karamatsu, as he placed one last kiss on your thigh, “Allow me to rid you of your worries of today, and convince you of how truly exquisite you are both outside...and in.”

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justwannasin · 7 months

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"Riley, feel like showing big brother just how flexible you are and how well you can take a cock?" he asked, freeing his dick, knowing that his cock was large enough that if Riley had any concerns about fucking her own brother, they'd probably be overtaken by her desire to shove his dick in her cunt.

riley was a slut. that much was obvious and became more so every single day. she'd lusted after so many men and women-- it was crazy. it didn't bother her at all, even when her brother came in and revealed his thick girth to her.

riley's lips watered, damn near salivating at the idea of that cock inside of her. "how do you want me then?" she purred, sauntering towards him.

#( asks )#muse; riley #( n. s. f. w. )#incest tw

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thekillingmoonmoon · 2 years

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unholy: tokyo revengers

Akashi Takeomi

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Pairing: Bonten! Akashi Takeomi x Exotic Dancer! Fem! Reader Warnings: NSFW, smut, age difference, cheating, Length:

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Green green green, green as his eyes, it goes into his pocket and straight into your greedy little hands. It barely passes through the house he supposedly provides for, but how can he say no when you're riding his cock like an absolute whore in heat? All you have to do is bat those pretty lashes and pour those pretty lips and he's already falling over his feet to give you exactly what you want.

Sanzu has his drugs and his king, Takeomi has his queen - the owner of his heart despite the ring chained to his left ring finger. When you’re dancing across his lap, shimmying your ass in barely anything, glancing across your shoulder at the smouldering wilderness in his eyes, and he knows it's love, deeper than lust, despite the age difference.

He knows it when you're on your knees for him, all doe-eyed and distant, far gone as you choke around his length. you don't bat an eye when he tells you who he is, who he really is. You know his type. You know his wandering eyes and calloused hands. But somehow those rough fingers always return to you, gripping your flesh tight as he pulls you back on his cock, moaning into the back on your neck as his unspilled confession hang between the smell of sweat and sex. You don't stay for the drugs, booze, and Balenciaga, although Takeomi is eager to provide, anything to keep you curled up by his side, greeting you as he saunters into the club you work at. You, with your glittering eyes and vixen’s smile, snatching the cigarette from his mouth to leave lipstick stains on its length, blowing the smoke in his face as you straddle his lap. It always ends the same, him hiking up your dress to fuck you against the nearest surface, and leave you at the end of night, cum leaking down your thighs, watching him go home to his wife and son, his wedding ring glimmering in the neon light as he kisses your sweaty forehead in one final goodbye

You know he cares, how he wishes he could just have you, forever, for always. but he made his marital bed, and he must lie in it, even though it isn't just his son calling him Daddy in the late hours of the morning.

It isn't perfect, but what you have with him is electric, a live wire lust love, filled with sweat-soaked lies and false promises, and tender touches and lingering farewells. But you're satisfied with it, for now.

#takeomi akashi x reader #takeomi x reader #takeomi akashi #akashi takeomi #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #cafe employee #fem reader cw #age difference cw #killingmoon n/s/f/w #cheating tw #killingmoonmoon tr

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