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When the board called a few weeks after the initial sit down to say they had the profile of an unclaimed submissive who ticked all the right boxes, Lena believed it was too good to be true. The best part was that the young woman, Kara, was more than entirely willing for the adventure of it all. Kara had just finished her degree and was ready to settle down with a Daddy, a female one, mean and tough as nails too, either a military woman or a surgeon, according to her profile.
In Lena she found all of those things. And a year later, the novelty hasn't worn off for either of them.
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13 Mar 2025
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this blessed earth. Thank god for really kinky medical porn for fandoms i dont know a thing about
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The mark is vibrant, blooming black and purple. It’s stunning in the way it contrasts with Kiyoomi’s pale skin, an unmistakable brand. It feels like a piece of art painted directly onto his body. His eyes fall to Atsumu after. It’s a reflex, a mistake.
If he thought he could explain Atsumu’s evident hunger away as his imagination earlier, that excuse is gone now. Atsumu’s eyes are lidded, lust-filled — starving.
Kiyoomi is fascinated with hickeys, but he's never had one. The only person he trusts to change that is Atsumu.
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04 Mar 2025
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Goddamn this world is sooo beautiful i love hickeys SOOO BAD
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The table is small enough, the distance between them minimal – he could do it.He should do it.
He’s going to. He touches – no, caresses Miya’s face, running his fingers over the lines of his forehead and then down to his cheek. Miya is so close that he can feel his breath on him. He watches Kiyoomi with a dreamy expression.
“Whatcha doin’, Omi?” Miya whispers. “Are we about to kiss?”
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“You heard me!” Hinata crows, pointing again. “Prove you two aren’t into each other. If there’s nothing there, then you won’t get hard if you, like...do a striptease!”
“Somebody cut him off,” Sakusa demands. “He’s clearly too drunk.”
“Yeah, Sho, what the fuck?” Atsumu chokes. “Get him some water, Bo.”
“No, no, wait.” Bokuto has that look in his eyes — the bright, excited glaze that precedes all of his terrible opinions. “It’s a good idea! If you grind all over Omi-Omi and neither of you like it, then we’ll know you’re telling the truth.”
or: giving your teammate a lap dance to prove you aren't into each other.
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10 Feb 2025
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Fuckkk fuck fuck fuck. Very very good goddamn
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12 Sep 2024
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Wowwww wow wow wow wow. My favorite ever, bar none. Everything i have ever, ever wanted.
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Andy doesn't leave Miranda in Paris, and learns that a single decision can change your life. But the main thing about decisions? You don't get to stop with one.
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- Part 1 of Truth and Measure-verse
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08 Sep 2024
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Sincerely the best to ever do it. Obviously. Femslash from 2008 is a godsend, thank you forever!!!
- Like last night, she had her eyes squeezed shut while she desperately tried to pull herself together. And like last night, Andy ate up the sight of her flushed skin, her trembling hands, her breasts rising and falling rapidly with her breath. "How," Miranda managed, "how do you…" She took a deep breath, and shook her head. Then she chuckled mirthlessly. "How do you do whatever it is you're doing to me?"
"I dunno," Andy muttered, trying to get her own heart rate under control. If Miranda started talking about how turned on she was, the cease-fire wasn't going to last long. "I'll do as much as you let me," she added, and swallowed hard. "As much as you want."
Miranda gasped again at the words, and shut her eyes. "I, um," she said. Then she reached up and smoothed down her hair with shaking hands. "You seem to have a gift for this."
- "Well, now," she said softly. "It's your turn, isn't it?" And oh, God, just the tone of her voice made Andy's toes curl. "You're so bold," Miranda murmured. "So insistent that I tell you what to do. What I like. That I should just come right out and say it."
Andy swallowed hard. "Well--I mean--seems sort of in-character for you--"
"Turnabout is fair play," Miranda continued as if Andy hadn't spoken. She kept moving her hand, stroked upwards to play with Andy's nipple. Andy gasped. "You've been thinking about this for a long time. Wanting this for a long time. Haven't you?"
- "My skirt up around my waist, legs spread and my shoes still on, and me so ready for you, so wet and ready to come for you." Miranda's voice was as cool and as calm as it had been on the day Andy had met her, and Andy couldn't even open her eyes, her body was strung so tight. "Begging you to do whatever you wanted to me. Would you have fucked me in my dress, Andrea?"
The word 'fuck' on Miranda's lips, here in bed, made Andy arch her back and whine. Little lights were starting to go off behind her eyelids. "I, I--"
"Oh, Andrea," Miranda breathed. "I would have let you."
"Miranda!" Andy shrieked, and came without a single touch. She cried out as her cunt twitched and throbbed, and she knew that Miranda was watching every second of it with avid, greedy eyes, and that made her come all the harder, knowing she was on display for this woman she'd wanted so badly that she'd thought she'd die from it, and maybe she was dying right now, it felt like it, it felt--
- "Come here," Miranda said.
"But we can't--"
"Come here," Miranda repeated, stretched out one arm, and Andy was pretty sure she'd never be able to resist an invitation like that. She scrambled to sit next to Miranda, who murmured, "You said something, at some point, about kissing me for a good long while."
"Oh," Andy gasped.
"Yes," Miranda said, and gave Andy her most innocent smile. "I'm sure kissing is good for me too. You are not done spoiling me, Andrea."
"No, never," Andy said, cupped her jaw, and leaned in. Miranda's mouth still astonished her. So warm, so luscious, so…she took her time, kissing and nibbling, just as she always had. Miranda teased her right back, appearing completely content to linger, to kiss as an end in itself instead of as a prelude to sex. And wasn't that a surprise? Well, maybe she was just taking what she could get. Andy was, too. It had been over a month since they'd had this, even this, just lots of kisses. She could hardly believe it.
Eventually the nibbles turned into more, until they were kissing deeply and Andy's breaths had turned into groans. Miranda was panting too, a little. Aching, Andy pulled away. "Okay," she managed. "I think that's, um, enough for me." It was one of the biggest fibs she'd ever told.
"Is it?" Miranda said.
"Well--"
"Is it?" Miranda repeated, her voice a husky whisper. She slid her hand beneath the elastic waistband of Andy's pajama pants. Andy gasped, and thrust her hips forward. "I don't think it is," Miranda murmured. "I don't think it's enough for you at all."
"Please," Andy said, before she could stop herself. "Please."
- She woke up sometime in the middle of the night, still pressed comfortably against Miranda. Miranda was asleep now too, deeply relaxed and warm beside Andy's body. She'd taken hold of Andy's hand where it draped over her side, and was clutching it firmly.
- by the time everybody was leaving for the day, they'd attained a level of energy that made both Andy and Miranda gnash their teeth with envy.
"Don't worry," Andy told Miranda as she helped her into her coat on Thursday morning. "In a couple of years they'll be teenagers, and we'll have to haul them out of bed by their ankles."
"How encouraging," Miranda said.
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“Enough with domestic shit,” Kuroo says. “Gimme the juicy details, boy: vampire dick, yes slash no?”
Atsumu snorts. Mind numbingly busy, but achingly, disgustingly horny is also on the list.
“We haven’t had the time.”
“Not even for a quickie?”
Atsumu shrugs. “Feels kinda weird to after he’s been all dotin’ and shit.”
“Bro, you showed up on his doorstep in a maid outfit to fuck, how are you embarrassed by this.”
“And he didn’t want to fuck immediately! We had a sitdown about courting first!”
“Oh my god.”
Atsumu smacks his hands over his face. “I know. Maybe I’ll just jump his bones the next time I see him.”
“The undetermined-age bones,” Bokuto says, and they burst out laughing. Atsumu thinks about the expression on Sakusa’s face when he mentioned jokingly whether he should’ve slept with Oikawa and starts to plan in his mind.
He wonders if along with doting, Sakusa is the jealous type, too.
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- Part 2 of how big the hourglass, how deep the sand
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“And that’ll be $27.50,” Atsumu says, fishing out a card machine from one of the bag pockets. “Debit or credit?”
Sakusa pulls out his wallet and pays with a credit card, and Atsumu dutifully packs it all away before extending the bagged blood over the threshold. Sakusa takes them but raises one eyebrow at Atsumu, a silent question at the maid costume and not the regular red and black polo shirt with slacks.
Atsumu fiddles with the bag strap. “Honestly, I was tryin' to come up with a pizza boy porn line, something about having ordered sausage and relating it to vampires, but I’ve got nothin’,” he confesses, which makes Sakusa laugh. Atsumu sees the flash of sharper than usual canines in his smile.
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- Part 1 of how big the hourglass, how deep the sand
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01 Sep 2024
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YESSSSSSSS Fuck yes oh my god. Oh my goddd
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You do not have to walk on your knees by awomannotagirl
Fandoms: Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015)
22 Feb 2016
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“What if ...” Rey took a deep breath. “What if I showed you what I want? If I found someone who wants to do what I want, and we showed you.”
Rey has needs. Phasma has issues. Jessika is an answer.
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If Miranda is not satisfied unless she lives at the edge of a cliff, Andy is not satisfied unless Miranda is dangling her over it.
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- Part 2 of her one wild and precious life
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31 Aug 2024
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“You still haven’t told me,” Miranda said, “what you’re doing here.”
Andy repeated the delicate circuit of Miranda’s ear with the tip of her finger. “I think you want me here,” she said, speaking as quietly as Miranda did. “I think you can use me.”
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- Part 1 of her one wild and precious life
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“Jesus,” Hajime says, massaging his temples. He tries to stand. Oikawa shoves him back down. He sinks deep into the couch. “You’re so…” Oikawa grins.
Big—it’s the only way to describe him. Big and imposing, a hand propped on a cushion, not quite caging Hajime in, just slowly suffocating, twenty-seven and filled out and self-assured, hunger flickering behind his pupils, dancing off his canines.
Hajime closes his eyes. He waits to be devoured.
Oikawa visits L.A. on a one way ticket.
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- Part 2 of a kind of curse
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06 Aug 2024
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The man lifts his hand to scratch at his shoulder and a gold ring on his fourth finger reflects the sunlight. Sakusa glances down at the ring on his left hand that he hasn’t noticed before.
One part of him reminds him that he’s dreaming; that this can’t be real. The other part of him reminds him that he’s dreaming, and he could just keep this going until he wakes up.
“I – ” he starts, and feels a pang of guilt when concern crosses this husband’s brow.
“Hm? What’s up? Ev’rythin’ okay?”
It’s not his husband. It’s so like his brain to dream up someone who isn’t real, but finally strikes his fancy.
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05 Aug 2024
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“Would this be the first time it’s worked, then? You’re still talking to me.”
Atsumu shakes his head. “Just givin’ you a chance. What’s the next part, handsome? You’ve dreamed of me, so what?”
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Kiyoomi is frozen, staring down at the door handle, considering how badly it would fuck up their relationship if he turned around and went home.
Because Atsumu is three days into being down for a week with a sprained ankle and strict orders to stay in bed and not fuck around. Because Atsumu had called him the second practice was over today, talking about how his heating pad had burnt out and Osamu was working late, could Kiyoomi bring him a new one? Because his voice was thick and watery. Because he had sniffled.
Kiyoomi hung up on him.
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Hinata and Atsumu burn as they move, golden shimmering heat blurring their edges like they’re both a little too big for their skin. Like they’d burn right through Kiyoomi, if he’d let them. Hinata’s a dead shot, and Atsumu’s dead fucking annoying, and yet.
A lesson in carpet cleaning with professional assassin Sakusa Kiyoomi.
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“Repeat what you said again. I think I misheard.”
Sakusa folds his arms tight across his chest, but not before taking a sip from his clear drink that is definitely more gin than tonic. “You heard me just fine.”
“Nah, I don’t think I did. Because what I thought I heard ya say was that you’ve never come before.”
“I’ve never come during sex with another person,” Sakusa says, tossing his head back and bouncing his curls. It’s a distracting move when Atsumu’s this drunk. “It’s an important distinction. I come just fine masturbating.”
Atsumu collapses back in his own bright pink lawn chair, which creaks ominously beneath his weight. This is a dangerous conversation.
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01 Dec 2023
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crocodile & rinpanna porn is just really good what can i say. your honor, god forbid a man enjoys some truly excellent transgender smut! this is sooooooooooo delicious
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atsumu fell asleep during sex.
it’s not a big deal. sakusa doesn’t take it personally; it would be easy to, but he’s confident in himself and their relationship, understands that after the string of shifts atsumu’s had, he’s absolutely exhausted. he’s so tired that it doesn’t matter that they haven’t seen each other in almost a week; he’s literally saving lives at work (children’s lives, as atsumu would be sure to specify) and it’s extremely taxing, both mentally and physically.
so atsumu fell asleep during sex.
sakusa’s not taking it personally.
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- Part 2 of a ph.d. and m.d. walk into a bar
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11 Oct 2023
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goddd GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD THIS IS REALLY REALLY REALLY GOOD PORN 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
HANDS TIED TO THE HEADBOARD I THINK IM GOING TO BE ILL I THINK IM GOING TO PASSS OUT
the sex was so hot im. im inconsolable that sex was reallyyyyyy really hot WHY DO I HAVE THIS STUPID ASS PUSSYYYYYYYYYYYYY😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 fics that make me consider hrt im so serious this is sooooo bad for me WAAAAAAHHHHHHH
oooooohghhgggggg my god theyre in LOOOOOVE theyre in OOEY GOOEY MUSHY GUSHY LOOOOOOOOOOVE im in pieces on the floor i am a PUDDLE on the FLOOOOOOOOR THIS FIC WAS SOOOOO GOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDD😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️
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20 Sep 2023
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DICTSUMU RACING AU ART WAS FOR THIS FIC………………THIS IS SOOOOOOO EVIL THIS IS SO HARMFUL TO ME
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“Vodka red bull,” Osamu says, sliding into a velvet stool.
“Opposite end,” Suna whispers. “Ragged twink, your favorite kind.”
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14 Sep 2023
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this has my name written aaallllll over it thank u ao3 user hoesome for the food
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Osamu’s never whipped around as quickly as he did then, not even when his part-timer had told him Onigiri Miya’s made it onto some cultish Top 100 Restaurants list the city kids regarded as a food bible. Hadn’t they just been fighting over Atsumu’s virtues, or lack thereof? Hadn’t they just started dating— wait, when did they start dating? Whatever, there’s no way Sakusa would—
“I love you, too,” Sakusa whispered.
“What the fuck,” Osamu demanded, chopsticks clattering onto the table as he debated the merits of taking his brother to court for the utter annihilation of his appetite.
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- Part 2 of extraordinary ordinary days
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10 Sep 2023
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“I’ve had an inkling since you started texting me every time you ate something memorable.”