How about daisuke form balance unlimited with a househusband male reader like he had a fight with haru so he came back and let his frustrations out on male reader
I know old fashioned plot so feel free to not write it if your uncomfortable and tell me if you want more details and shi
100 Followers Event
Daisuke Kanbe,神戸大助 x Male Reader
Fujoshis and Minors DNI, you will be blocked
TW: angry sex
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"Welcome home, dear", you said, not facing your husband as he walked into the kitchen as you were cooking on the stove, you didnt hear a word from your husband, you decide to turn off the stove to see what's wrong but as you turn around, Daisuke pinned you on the kitchen counter, "Dear? What's the matter?", you asked confusingly, with a rough voice he answered "Kato...", you got the hint that he had a rough fight with Haru, it wasn't uncommon for them to get into fights because of their different views and lives, but you weren't prepared for an angry Daisuke coming home today.
You touched his hand as he nuzzled into your neck, "Hun do you want to eat dinner to cool off?", you asked him as you were almost done with the food, he looked at you and proceeded to pick you up like a sack of potatoes and went upstairs to the bedroom, the bedroom both of you shared.
He threw you on the bed, pinned you down with one hand while pulling on his tie with the other, "Daisuke, what are you doing? I got to get cooking", "i'm having dinner", he said in a low voice before connecting his lips with yours, wasting no time sliding his tongue into you, you let it happen, melting into the kiss, not even noticing your husband unbuttoning your shirt and removing it completely, "You just got home though!", "i've had a shitty day and i want you to take care of me", he responds before grabbing some liquid from the drawer and shoving 2 fingers into you, moving his fingers to stretch your hole for his fat cock, he then adds another finger, stretching you even more, loving the face you make, after he was sure you were prepared enough, he flips you on top of him as he lays down on the bed, your hole inches away from his throbbing cock, ready to ravange your little hole. He holds your hand as he lowers you down on him till his tip has gotten into you, then he goes deeper with 3, 4, 6, 7, 8 inches all the way into you, his face once irritated was now smirking, a tint of blush could be seen across his cheeks.
"How do you feel about my cock all the way inside your tight hole?", "b-big..", was all you could answer, but even that was enough to get him all riled up, feeling as if his cock was now somehow bigger inside of you, "fuck, be a good boy and take it alright?", he says before grabbing your waist and thrusting himself inside of you, moving up till the tip before slamming you back down all the way to the base, your face contorted into a mixture of pain and pleasure, "such a good boy you are, taking your husband's cock so good after he had a rough fight, we should do this more often..", he whispered the last part, before you could process what he said, he fucked you harder and rougher, making sure to let his cock leave nothing untouched in your cute hole, you let yourself drown in the pleasure, you always loved the feeling of your husband's cock pounding you, even if you both did it everyday, it would still be such a pleasure to have his cock deep inside you.
"D-daisuke! Please i'm cl-close!", you said, body trembling, near your climax, "no no, you cum when i say you can!", he said, looking up at you before putting his thumb on your slit, not letting you cum, "please!", you cried but still, he wasn't letting you.
It was only when he was almost near his climax, he let go of your aching cock and began fucking inhumanely, letting you arch back and eyes roll back, with a few more thrusts, you both reach your climax, you fall over to his chest, thinking the unending pleasure and pain would be over, "Tired already? My anger has not been subdued, darling.", he forces you under him, this was going to be a long night, an Angry Daisuke, fucking you into oblivion.
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You’re one lucky gal, Daisuke Kambe’s wanted to marry YOU. (Spare some change for the poor (me)?)
Let’s address the obvious: You have a shared bank account.
You get E V E R Y T H I N G you want.
You want a Louis Vuitton purse? You got it.
You’re determined to purchase new Christian Louboutin heels? Do it; you have the money.
Gucci Belt? You already have three.
Question: Did you ever meet someone who does the sexiest things... but indirectly? Thats Daisuke.
When Daisuke is concentrating on his intense stack of paperwork, he bites his bottom lip.
Daisuke undoes his tie with one finger (right pointer finger) when he arrives home from work.
When he’s hot (all the time), he rolls up the sleeves of his black button down.
Puts on his Rolex watch without look. He looks directly in your eyes. Its second nature.
Closes the button of his blazer with two hands.
If Daisuke performs any of these actions, you find yourself melting where you’re standing. You cannot believe this man is this attractive. He steals your breath away.
EVERYONE R E S P E C T S YOU
When you walk into Daisuke’s company, everyone is at your service because you’re “Y/N Kambe, the boss’s wife.” If you ask for something, you receive it within seconds.
Sure, Daisuke’s is a great husband - but please drive. For the love of God, please DRIVE.
Owns the most BEAUTIFUL apartment in New York City.
Daisuke has a HEART of GOLD:
Has a “soft spot” for children: He’s constantly donating towards foundations like Make a Wish, The Sunshine Kids, St. Jude’s, Ronald McDonald House, and Childcare Aware at least five times a year.
Donates under “Anonymous.”
When you’re riding on public transportation or standing in an elevator, and it starts becoming too crowded; Daisuke will give up his spot for older men, women, and children.
Despite assuming the role of the richest and kindest man in the world, Daisuke has social anxiety. He grows nervous and begins shaking when he is meeting any of your new friends. Overtime, your important loved ones will grow close to him, but expect to see Daisuke shaking in his boots if he’s meeting someone important to you. Since you’re married, he’s close to your family now; but he was a nervous wreck.
LOVES making you breakfast in the morning with his $1,000.000 waffle maker.
He always makes a HUGE mess because he makes his own homemade batter (Yes, Daisuke cooks. He doesn’t hire people to cook).
Nearly E V E R Y D A Y Daisuke wakes up early in the morning to assure your penthouse is spotless. He doesn’t like you acting as a “maid.” (He hires people three times a month to deep clean).
“You’re my wife, not my maid. No woman should be forced to clean because of poor societal standards.”
When Daisuke gets frustrated, his eyebrow furrow.
He cannot stand grocery shopping by himself. He gets confused by the littlest things.
When Daisuke can’t figure something out...
When people disrespect you, you’ll see him get angry.
Daisuke’s weakness is when you’ll tie his black tie in the morning before he leaves for work.
After making sure it the expensive fabric lays perfectly on his chest, you’ll stand on your tip toes to kiss him on the lips.
“Have a good day at work, baby.”
Make Daisuke’s lunch, write him “love notes,” and slip them inside of his lunchbox.
Every time Daisuke comes home, you’ll notice your notes aren’t in his lunchbox.
One night you were rummaging through his bedside drawer when you noticed a large black velvet box. When you opened it, your eyes began growing soaked with tears; within the box was EVERY NOTE you ever wrote to him.
NEVER NOT WEARING his black WEDDING RING engraved with your name.
If a woman approaches him, he politely showcases his wedding ring saying, “My apologies, I have a wife.”
Here’s a shocker: Daisuke H A T E S receiving expensive gifts.
Daisuke can buy anything. He’s tired of receiving expensive gifts, but you’re the ONLY person who knows. Instead, you’ll purchase him ten-to-thirty-dollar gifts that remind you of him.
Daisuke’s cheeks will begin to blush looks at the tiny gift you purchased him. As you begin explaining its significance, you’ll notice tears begin pooling into his eyes.
HUGE pictures from your wedding day are scattered throughout the penthouse.
Your wedding song was Perfect by Ed Sheeran. Without the lyrics.
There was a reason behind his madness: On wedding day, during your first dance, you placed your head on Daisuke’s shoulder and sang the lyrics to him.
U.N.I.T.E.D. F.R.O.N.T - You’ll never stand alone.
ADORES your intelligence. Daisuke fell in love with you, your personality, appearance, and especially your intelligence.
Throughout Daisuke’s entire life, women act brainless and submissive, but not you. He loves your smart mind and independent nature.
Still CHECKS YOU OUT all the time.
Especially when you’re wearing business attire paired with a lingerie top or simple silk dresses.
Match him. He will start drooling.
MESMERIZED when you take your hair out of a ponytail or claw clip. He LOVES watching your hair cascade down your back.
Daisuke NEEDS to be connected to you in public. He latches onto your hand lacing your fingers together, gently touches your waist, or places a hand on your thigh. However, his public displays of affection WILL NOT go further. He’s a classy man.
O B S E S S E D with K I S S I N G YOUR LIPS.
When you’re speaking to Daisuke, you’ll notice he’s staring at your lips imaging how soft they are.
You do not fight often, but it does occur. Especially when he puts himself in dangerous situations.
Due to a near-death experience, you grew frustrated and (unannounced) left your home to find a hotel room. Immediately, Daisuke tracked your location.
Within two hours, he knocked on the door. You saw your husband clutching a bundle of flowers and chocolates. With tears streaming down his face.
“Please, don’t ever leave. I’m so sorry - I’ll never do it again. Just don’t leave me. I NEED you.”
Plans the most P E R F E C T dates.
During winter, Daisuke plans to stroll around New York City to see the Christmas lights.
In the spring, he takes you to your favorite Whinery.
In summer, Daisuke privately rents fancy manors hoping spend a few private nights in with you.
During fall, you two curl up into a cozy blanket and light scented candles to watch your favorite horror films.
To surprise Daisuke, you often order tickets to see various orchestras across the country. He becomes enchanted by the sound of violin and piano music. However, his jaw drops during orchestra concerts.
IF YOU HAVE CHILDREN:
They are S.P.O.I.L.E.D. R.O.T.T.E.N.
The most popular kid at school because you two are the parents.
When they are little, they LOVE holding onto Daisuke’s pinky finger as you’re walking.
If your child must attend any sports games or music recitals, you two are always present. Daisuke is the dad constantly taking photos of your child.
Daisuke LOVES watching you rock your baby as you’re singing to them.
LOVES traveling around the world with you.
If you’re working on your laptop, Daisuke slowly comes up behind you. He kisses your cheek and slowly moves down your neck to your sweet spot. (Yes, he memorized where it is).
You’ll have sweet make-out sessions in the kitchen when you’re cooking together.
Gotta keep that spice in your life.
You’ll always claim, “I’m the happiest person in the world.” However, Daisuke denies your statement. No one can be happier than him. After years of being married, Daisuke still cannot grasp how lucky he is to have you.
“I love you with all my heart and soul, beautiful.”
NSFW
Despite being a sweet and loving husband, Daisuke will become a M.E.N.A.C.E in the bedroom.
Before you both start undressing, Daisuke pulls his black gloves off with his teeth.
Wear R.E.D. LIPSTICK
Daisuke LOVES ruining your red lipstick. Watching it smear across your (and his) lips as you engage in a heated make-out session, turns him on.
Often drags his thumb across your bottom lip to smear a line of red lipstick to your breasts. When you look down, you’ll notice a stained line where his thumb traveled down your body.
ADORES when you wear black lingerie.
Once, you matched some lingerie with Daisuke’s oversized blazer by draping his attire across your shoulders... You were nearly unable to walk that morning.
Seeing you wearing black lingerie accompanied with HIS professional blazer corrupted his mind and stained his pants.
Many individuals believe Daisuke would degrade his significant other within the bedroom, but I’m not buying it. You will feel loved and be praised as Daisuke’s wife.
“So goddamn stunning, baby.”
“You like that don’t you, Angel?”
“Baby, you’re so wet. You’re such a good girl.”
KISS HIS NECK - (Take Nike’s advice and) Just do it.
Takes his time worshipping your breasts. (He’s definitely a boob guy.)
If you’re arriving home from an important event/meeting in a gorgeous silk dress, don’t expect to be ignored.
Within seconds of closing the door, Daisuke pushes you to the wall and starts running his fingers over your nipples as he thrusts his tongue in your mouth.
If you enjoy walking around your home half-naked, (at any time) Daisuke can bend you over a hard surface, slowly push your underwear aside, and bury three fingers inside of your cunt.
“You can’t walk around half-naked if you don’t expect to be fucked, baby.”
LOVES seductively staring into your eyes and biting your bottom lip as he’s fingering your pussy. He enjoys the feeling of your walls clutching his fingers.
O.I.L. M.E.S.S.A.G.E.S. - Daisuke LOVES messaging your naked body with oil.
Enjoys fondling your breasts and running his fingers over your sensitive nipples.
When you’re lying on your stomach, Daisuke spends MINUTES rubbing and squeezing your ass.
Soon enough, Daisuke spreads your ass cheeks and buries his tongue inside of your lubed pussy. The sound of his oily hands traveling along your body as he’s eating your pussy is his own paradise.
Doesn’t mind paying for your nails because he imagines the sight of your pretty nails jerking off his cock.
Drapes his arms across the back of the couch as you slowly drop to your knees.
Daisuke intensely watches your every move as you’ve settled between his legs. Looking into his eyes, you’ll pull down his zipper with your teeth to remove his cock from his pants.
Licking up the length his cock, Daisuke throws his head back in utter disbelief.
“Fuck, baby. Please do that again.”
Melts in his seat if you start sucking his balls. You’ll notice Daisuke’s legs start twitching within seconds of running your tongue along his genitals.
Daisuke isn’t a lover willing to share your body, but he CANNOT ERASE the image of you having another women’s head buried between your legs as he watches. (He hasn’t told you this, yet).
However, no men. He’s the only man that can pleasure your body.
Wake Daisuke up by placing your soaked pussy on his stomach. When he’s awakened by you rubbing your pussy across his abs, he cannot help but grab onto your hips and increase the friction.
“Baby, you could have woken me up with a good morning. Now I see you’re only using me to cum. Here I thought you were a little angel, princess.”
“Yes, DADDY.”
Opposite of “Yes, daddy... but PASSIONATE LOVER
C.O.C.K.W.A.R.M.I.N.G.
You feel complete once Daisuke finally buries himself inside of your pussy. He refuses to move as you’re locking lips muttering how much you’re in love with each other.
“Daisuke, please move.”
“Not yet, baby. Let me stay inside of you.”
Expect MORNING SEX. The morning is the perfect time to slowly fuck your tight pussy because he’s hard and warm.
Daisuke’s favorite sex position is a classic: MISSIONARY.
According to Daisuke, missionary is a perfect position to look into your eyes, kiss your lips, suck on your neck, and watch his cock disappear into your pussy. (It’s the best).
SEX in the WATER
In the hot tub, Daisuke gently pulls your breasts out from your small bathing suit to suck on your nipples as you ride his cock. Chasing your orgasm, the sound of water splashing sounding like waves of the ocean.
Remember how obsessed Daisuke is with your hair? Well, he loves pounding into your pussy from behind to watch your hair drape down your back moving with every thrust.
I almost forgot, if Daisuke is fucking you from behind and you have back dimples, he buries his thumbs into them and forces your ass back on his cock.
LOVES OBSESSED with SEX TOYS.
Buys a new one each week.
Surprise... Daisuke presses a vibrator to your sensitive clit as he’s pounding inside of you.
Eases a diamond butt plug into your ass.
Daisuke will cum anywhere. Inside of your body - on your body - who knows?
Mostly spills him load onto your stomach or ass.
If Daisuke cums inside your pussy, he gathers the load with his fingers and brings them up to your lips.
“Open wide, baby.”
“I know you love the taste of our cum together.”
The aftercare is S.T.U.N.N.I.N.G.
Following an intense love-making session, Daisuke draws a bath for the two of you. You’ll lay between his legs as he messages and cleans your body.
“You can still walk, right, love?”
Honestly, I don’t think you can.
THANK YOU FOR READING - BEFORE YOU LEAVE...
I wish to apologize for my lack of posts. I try to create a requested headcanon two times a week, but it seemed impossible this week. As many of you know, I am a senior in college. This week has been hectic in regard to my major.
I think I have a thing for dark haired, blue eyed, broody, emotionally constipated, sons of wealthy men and their slightly older, incredulously bombastic, lighter haired counterparts. <3
Warnings: dom & maneater reader, mention of drugs, deception, choking, uses his tie as a leash, handcuffs, oral (fem receiving)...
A/N: i'm trying to improve the smut to plot ratio, i really am, but it's soooo hard. i kinda wish i saved this idea for a longer fic so that i could include everything i wanted, although it still turned out decent imo. also, i think HEUSC can only be used by members of the Kambe family, but for the sake of the plot just pretend anyone can use it.
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Daisuke Kambe. Millionaire detective, a hero, blah blah blah – who cares? He was just a pain in your ass right now. The son of a bitch had been toying with you all night, from staring at you across the room, to outbidding you for the painting. You didn't know what to expect next…
One billion yen? He’s insane! This was one of the many thoughts swirling in your mind as you stormed off to the bar. But of course, the odds never being in your favor, you bump into the very person you didn’t want to see right now.
Daisuke’s hushed apology only gets a scoff in response, causing him to trail after you in curiosity. Why didn’t you like him? Most women he could have wrapped around his finger with minimal effort due to his money, yet nothing seemed to work on you.
You can feel his gaze on your exposed back as you sit at the bar, probably wondering what your dress hides beneath the black fabric. He’s making this so easy for you. Swallowing the last bit of your drink, you stand and head off to one of the private rooms, accidentally dropping your bracelet on the way – though you’re sure a certain someone will retrieve it for you.
And oh, how right you are. It’s almost comical, the way he’s so eager for you to like him, but you can’t give in – especially when there's a mission at hand. “That painting… I need it.” The job was simple: buy the painting and deliver the drugs hidden in the frame to the handler. If only a certain someone hadn’t ruined that plan.
“That’s unfortunate.” Your scent was intoxicating, and he was fighting back every urge in his body, despite caving a little by allowing a hand to trace the high slit on your dress. Your arms that were draped around his shoulder now hang at your sides after you stepped back, face riddled with disappointment.
“Name a price.”
“Clearly you can’t offer something I don’t already have. Did the auction not make that clear?”
You let out a little chuckle and then circle him like a blood thirsty shark, “Funny, but I advise that you speak to me correctly.” You spot the faint outline of handcuffs in his pocket and in one swift motion you lock his arms behind his back. “For starters, you should be on your knees.” A quick kick to his legs is enough for him to fall to the desired position.
“Awnnn you look so pretty on your knees for me, Daisuke.” As if this wasn’t embarrassing for him enough, you antagonize him even more by grabbing his face, making his lips poke out while he tries to free himself. “I did think you were cute, but you just had to be greedy and ruin everything.” You shove his face away, making a few strands of his hair to fall out of place.
“You know what they say about boys who bite off more than they can chew?” A devious smile forms on your lips. “They choke.” A sudden yank of his tie catches him off guard, gasping for air as you tug him towards you.
You strut over to the loveseat, “I’ll ask again. Name a price.” When you notice the growing print in his pants you come up with a better idea. “Or is there something else you would like to exchange instead?” The sight of you spreading your legs to reveal your panties makes his cheeks go red, though he can’t look away.
All it takes is the gesture of your finger, and he’s crawling over to you. Just before he can settle between your legs, a red-bottomed heel meets his forehead. “I didn’t say you could touch me yet. And let’s make this clear, sex for the painting. Got it?”
It’s concerning how well this man is devouring you without even using his hands. You were practically grinding on his face as your hand burries him even further into your messy cunt. Although you hated him, you found yourself being overwhelmed with pleasure – you even moaned his name a few times. His mouth clamps around your puffy clit, milking a sweet release from you and leaving you breathless.
You realize that you enjoyed this way more than you should’ve so you tug his face away, holding back a smirk at his appearance before shoving him off to the side. “As much as I would love to continue having fun with you, I have a painting to retrieve.” You show off his black earring and sunglasses that you snagged when he wasn’t paying attention.
“HEUSC, rewire the one billion yen to this account.” The sound of him struggling in the cuffs with a displeased grunt is ignored as you stash your bank card away and fix yourself.
“Transfer complete. Balance: Unlimited.”
The devices are dropped to floor where they’re crushed under your heel. “Don't be sad, Daisuke. We can finish our little game another day.” The prettiest of smiles forms on your lips and you blow him a kiss as you head out the door. “Bye bye.”
Reminded me of Haru like they both can cook and always nags their partner
I know this will be my favorite winter anime 2023 coz watching Buddy Daddies is like fulfilling what could have been if Daisuke and Haru started to live together and maybe adopt a child.
⪩ ☁︎．pairing: daisuke × cherloque (oc).
⪩ ☁︎．scenario: at a function in scotland.
⪩ ☁︎．warning: innuendos; half-sfw, half-nsfw; a little bit of teasing.
⠀⠀he can't seem to take his mind off of her.
⠀⠀he knew that she was under the british demand to commit espionage, but he never anticipated she would go this far.
⠀⠀haru whistled lowly where only he and his companion could only hear. he whispered to no one in particular but to daisuke, saying, ❛ our miss holmes looks pretty tonight. ❜
⠀⠀oh, lord ... to daisuke, she looked more than just 'pretty'.
⠀⠀cher wore the england colors in her costume - pure, white, long, sleeveless gown with a wide slit that reached halfway up her hips; dazzling ruby earrings; bold and bright sapphire necklace. her hair was styled in chignon and adorned with some snow calla lilies in the crevices.
⠀⠀'god, if you're trying to commit murder, do it where no one could witness my humiliating tragedy,' daisuke thought, trying his all hardest and best to look listless, uninterested, and indifferent. his piercing eyes of storm were everywhere but not on cher. never on cher for the second time from the moment she entered.
⠀⠀after all, one glance was enough to know that she had arrived.
⠀⠀right?
⠀⠀haru snickered, but since they were among wealthy, well-mannered, and classy delegates, he did it so discreetly with a 'polite' cough behind his hand. he knew how much daisuke was trying to keep his thoughts in check, seeing that there was something bigger to worry about other than the stylish, amorous fashion cher was wearing.
⠀⠀but you can let someone fry the bigger fish, correct?
⠀⠀❛ you came early. ❜
⠀⠀the prominent english drawl made daisuke's skin crept with goosebumps. they hadn't seen each for only two weeks (cher went to the country with her father, sherlock; daisuke went back to japan to finish what's left in the bowl of cases the police department failed to clean).
⠀⠀haru eagerly approached the englishwoman, his hand raised to shake her hand. (he taught himself on how to be polite in the western fashion). he had a smile on his face and said, ❛ nice to see you again, miss holmes.❜ he shook her hand warmly and friendly. ❛ and i'm sure daisuke does, too. ❜
⠀⠀daisuke didn't fully turn to her, but he did gave her a side glance.
⠀⠀wrong. move.
⠀⠀since cher was shorter than him (almost more than a foot, to be precise), he had to look down to meet the level of her eyes. no one warned him he would get to meet the sight of her cleavage, too.
⠀⠀fate was being too cruel tonight. too, too, too cruel; too, too, too wicked.
⠀⠀but call it ... nature. habit. normalcy.
⠀⠀cher brushed off daisuke's lingering half-glance with eloquent and grace by saying, ❛ oh, i'm sure he is. ❜ she cued her english charm, as if there was a limelight suddenly aimed at her, with a half-smile, half-lidded eyes.
⠀⠀ah, the english evelyn nesbit ... only she is a detective undercover, in the espionage scenery, not in the modeling industry of any sorts.
⠀⠀❛ hello, hello detective kambe, ❜ cher addressed. ❛ i hope we reconvene our partnership when the flower is unsealed. ❜
haru took notice of the code words and replied, ❛ yes, of course. i shall be of good assistance to capture the person under investigation. ❜ he was referring to the viscountess, of course. the treacherous of a viscountess named mortencia eponine of edinburgh.
⠀⠀daisuke, however ... his mind steered to the wrong direction and thought of something else other than unearthing the poisonous truth about the crumbling intra-system of the scottish monarchy and aristocracy. his mind, to be precise, steered to the direction of where he could privately be with the picturesque englishwoman - alone in a salacious scenario where he would be the one to unseal a certain calla's flower.
⠀⠀❛ thank you, as well, haru, ❜ cher said courteously. ❛ and, again ... call me 'cher'. we are friends, not acquaintances. ❜ haru laughed and complied, nodding his head.
⠀⠀daisuke snapped himself out of the terrifying trance. how long had he been in the train of his own filthy thoughts?
⠀⠀there was a finger that lifted his chin up. henceforth, he looked down again to see who did that.
⠀⠀he didn't see a holmes.
⠀⠀❛ eyes up there, ❜ cher poked his nose with her gloved finger. ❛ but mind down here. ❜
⠀⠀'cheeky,' daisuke thought.
⠀⠀before he knew it, she was gone, flouncing her way to the middle of the elite crowd.
⠀⠀he didn't see a holmes. no, he really didn't. a holmes would have acted otherwise.
⠀⠀stoic. stone. subtle. cold. careful. critical. these are the traits a holmes would have.
⠀⠀he saw an adler instead.
⠀⠀an expert charmer and flirt that could easily unwedge tight-knit person. a little, attractive, and fleeting robin who is light on her feet, quick with her twisted & tricky wits. mettlesome lips, gritty mind - she was branded to advance like a prowling feline.
⠀⠀and damn ... would that be the downfall of the impenetrable daisuke kambe.
⪩ ☁︎．note: republished for archiving purposes; heavy wip; under semi-hiatus.
characters: osamu dazai, kanbe daisuke, levi ackerman.
warnings: nsfw, overstimulated, collar, daddy kink, spreader bar, armbinder, flogger, hair pulling, vibrator, squirt, slight bondage, spanking, ice play
ｏｓａｍｕ ｄａｚａｉ
you're wearing a collar which has a gold inscription: 'kitty', standing naked in the bedroom. osamu's holding a vibrator, ominously grinning: he'll make you cry this night, by stimulated your small clit, watching as to how you're struggling to delay your orgasm. at some point, that'll happen in the future, dazai will allow you to come on your bed, forcing you to soak every inch of a silk blanket.
'give me your wrists and ankles so daddy will tie you up in a spreader bar'
you lied on your back, docilely carry out an order. denude your private parts, you've already prepared for been not contentedness: not for the reason that osamu please you - he doesn't permit you to release.
'if you'll be a good kitty, daddy allows you to cum and cum, until you'll be crying, got it?'
you whimpered quiet 'yes', feel silicone toy is touching your head. you closed eyes and osamu turned on the vibrator.
'isn't it good, baby? what if i add my fingers?
when dazai hardly touch the entrance, spreading your labia, coming in your unstretched hole yet. you flex your toes, pull back the hand back, feeling how metal handcuffs are digging into your wrists.
'don't make sharp movements, kitty, or else you'll hurt yourself' dazai is continuing to thrust you, stretching and preparing your vagina for his dick. but primarily, osamu will play with you for a while.
'afore i'll put my dick inside, i need you to squirt. i know you can'
after he said, he increases the pace, literally fuck your inner, assailable spot.
your orgasm is building since the first seconds after osamu turned on the toy. the feeling of vibration on your outer clit and your inner spot be fucking by his fingers: it drives you into agony. a desperate struggle against your orgasm - knowing that dazai is watching it.
'ok, do it in three' slap, 'two', slap, 'one. now release yourself'.
ｋａｎｂｅ ｄａｉｓｕｋｅ
kanbe is a sweet boy, who'd spoil you as his queen, prioritizes your pleasure above his. for the time being. kanbe knows you've got a sensitive clit, and he used to overstimulated it as punishment or as a way to test you.
'give me your arms', you put your hands behind your back, feel as your daddy uses an armbinder. daisuke pulls your hair back, reached with another hand from behind to your crotch. he ran his palm from your pubis to the anal repeatedly, slapped lastly.
'put your face on the pillow'
you did as your told, protrude your holes. you heard how kanbe opened the draw, put something from it.
'daddy will play a little game, it calls: if you'll reach your orgasm before i count to ten, i'll lick till you lose your fucking mind'
he spanked your pussy by the flogger, plainly touch the spot. it was first. your arms are tightly clamped by armbinder, your face on the pillow, making a muted whimpers. your booty is in the air, exhibiting your dripping, sloppy pussy. the desire of being spoiled by your loved boyfriend is growing: you'd let kanbe do whatever with yourself if he'll use his tongue. the way daisuke licks from the clit to the asshole, concentrate attention on your sensitive spot, downright build up your orgasm. it was eight, when you whimper, move your legs together, cumming.
'my naught girl', he spanked you last time on the ass, squeezing. 'i warned you. now bend over, i'm gonna do my promise'
ｌｅｖｉ ａｃｋｅｒｍａｎ
he used your vulnerable spot as a way to dominate over you, showing who's master in the bedroom. levi'd do series of insignificant hits on your pussy with his hand, sort of spanking, enjoying your moans. he found it's sensitive when he reached down on your labia, to spread them apart, leading on your clit first; he did along, touching the head, you arched your back, nuzzling to your lover.
'i-it's susceptible spot' you murmured, united legs together; but strong levi's arms precluded your movements.
'keep 'em apart, that's an order, slut'
you're aware that you must obey and submit unquestioningly. he tied you up with his belt, gave you an order to close your eyes.
'you're gonna tell me everything that you'll feel'
you nodded, anticipating new feelings.
'i'm feeling-' suddenly, you felt a piece of ice on your stomach. 'ice on my belly, reached down and your hand on my nipple'
levi paved a wet path from your stomach to the clit; ackerman densely pressing a frozen liquid on the head then barely touch it, blowing on your overstimulated spot. he raised a block of ice to your nipples, outlining your hard teat, licking the other one.
'now i'm gonna spank your pussy and you're not allowed to cum, my little slut'
the sensation of a cold thing and arousal mingled together, as something that must an associated; the way levi plays with your clit using a piece of ice like it's something soft then blows on it and repeat that again. you're moaning, whimpering, and begging him to stop the torture, but he gets more and more smug and assertive: he puts you on you high point, he's the one who's controlling the pace and the game of ice-and-blow.
he spanked your pussy, especially on your clitoris [he does on purpose]. levi'd kept spanking even if you came and squirt all over the bed and his fingers: he'd satisfied only when he sees you're crying and squirming on your juices.
'you were such a good cadet for your captain, now let me taste it'
licking torture as well, but frankly speaking, you love it more than hate it.
