imagining! tsukishima who can’t help but take pity on you, the pretty baby in his lap who can’t do it herself anymore. hands tied behind his neck, beckoning you to do all the work yourself. you can’t blame him for being soft on you, not when you’re crying so prettily in front of him. besides, you love it when he caves and grabs your hips to help you out. (help i need him so bad)
dom tsukki telling you what to do in bed in contrast with him letting you boss him around on a normal day. he lets you do anything in general but he takes charge when you're fucking.
him watching as you helplessly ride him, hips weakly moving as your lips pout. you look at him, begging for him to help you out.
"please," you whine. "been a good girl, tsukki, please fuck me."
tsukishima basks in the look on your face and your figure before he grabs your hips and thrusts up. hard.
it catches you off guard. he smirks, your reaction mixed with pleasure and relief with a little bit of hurt because he's just stretching you out real good you engulf his whole length with your slick.
"yeah," tsukishima looks at the bulge of his dick on your tummy. "you earned it, pretty girl."
but would you also like to consider: all of this but in dilf!tsukki
notes: my first time writing anything like this ever but dante has become something SERIOUS i could not hold back. if you’re an oomf that i know personally…i’m sorry
dante was still struggling to figure out how best to handle the job. he felt his faith dwindling by the day, and releasing the pain from wounds gained at work wasn't sustainable.
so his next method, arguably his favorite? sex.
before you, it was just hookups where he could. hanging around in bars until he could find someone to spend the night with. devoting himself to someone else and their pleasure, even if just for that night, then finding the release he needed. he could turn his brain off, let bodies guide themselves to that point of release, before becoming officer torres again the next day.
things were different now, now he had you. after shift he’d come to your apartment, often finding you already in bed, dressed in nothing but one of his crisp white shirts, and your panties. crossing the apartment, he’d stop to peel off his shirt, and change into a pair of low-hanging sweats before sliding on top of you in bed, finding comfort in finally feeling your soft skin on his. your lips on his. he was home.
in the midst of you telling him about your day, he begins to run his chin down the side of your face and neck, knowing how much you love feeling the drag of his stubble across your body. on your other side, one his large hands slides up your ribs, and to the side of your breast.
dante continued dragging his head down until he reached your waist, nudging your (his) shirt up a bit to reveal your stomach, and then placing a soft kiss, before biting your underwear and pulling them down your legs. immediately he feels the heat radiating from you and he lets out a groan, cupping your tit through the shirt, then moving his other hand to open you up more. grasping right into the meat of one of your thighs, bringing one leg, then the other, to spread across his broad shoulders.
he presses a light kiss to your cunt, before running his tongue from your hole up to your clit and sucking. you’d cry out his name, and by this point, he was all in, all you could do was take it. he needed this. he could spend hours between your legs, hell, he had. if he didn’t die on the streets of chicago, he was more than happy to die right here.
soon, the sensation was growing to be too much, his facial hair scratching your thighs, his tongue in and out, all around, the sounds the two of you were releasing, and the slight rock of him rutting into the mattress below you both; you came quick, but dante wasn’t ready to let up. you tugged at his short hair, dug your nails into his biceps, but the slight pain only took him further. you came a second time, and only when he whimpered into you and stopped rocking, signaling the release he so desperately needed, did he stop, placing his head on one of your thighs and looking up with his beautiful green eyes that you loved so much.
both of your breaths were ragged. now exhausted, dante in silence placed two kisses to the inside of each thigh, before going into the bathroom to get a warm towel to clean you up. he got you a new pair of underwear, put them on you, and fixed your shirt, tucking you back into bed as you were now beginning to fall asleep.
dante stepped out to the bathroom to take a shower and change his clothes—he never really thought about why he put a change of clothes on right after getting home, because they never stayed clean for long. he stepped into the shower, letting the hot water and steam run down his body, letting the final bits of stress, violence, and horror from his day release from him; and then he climbed into bed right beside you, sleeping better in the three months you two had been together than he had in years, before getting up and doing it all again tomorrow.
SUMMARY ↬ you've been tasked with visting and inspecting the grand rose theatre, a theatre that's been plagued with mysteries over the years. all seems well, until a string of murders follows your visit. as you further investigate, you find yourself falling for huang renjun, the beautiful male lead, and your mystery murderer who leaves you love notes and clues about who they could potentially be. will you be smart enough to be a step ahead of the killer? or will you find yourself caught within their trap?
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David Shields attends a dinner hosted by British Vogue and Apple TV+ to celebrate leading women's voices in entertainment and fashion, at Pavilion Knightsbridge on November 21, 2024 in London, England.
