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trapped in a bomb shelter with your big bro naoya

cw: big bro! naoya x fem & afab! reader, dead dove do not eat, misogyny! (and it's my kink so it's not like.. refuted), mild degradation (naoya calls u dumb), but naoya's sweet too, depression and nihilism, masturbation (both of u), sorta dubcon (tagged), fingering, and light mentions of: p in v, somno, cunnilingus, bondage, cowgirl, humiliation kink (on you), naoya being possessive, 1.7 k words

18+, minors don't interact

It’s surprising when the attack is announced how quickly Naoya moves to grab you. The gears in your mind haven’t even processed the news—that doomsday is upon you—by the time your brother has you snatched up in his arms and he’s running.

Most of the clan’s away at a local festival—a whole kilometer’s walk from the great zenin estate and the bomb shelter your esteemed (and wealthy) clan head installed. You and Naoya are the only ones to make it in time.

Naoya has never been the warmest big brother. In fact, there have been plenty of times where you thought you hated him. But at the end of the day you know he cares for you—even if it’s in his twisted, roundabout way. Still, enough that you were his first and only priority to shove into the little bunker beneath your estate surprised you a bit.

You aren’t sure Naoya thought his decision out—you know he didn’t have time to properly. The way he rushed to your room and scooped you in his arms, no pit stops before locking the thick bunker door closed behind him—before anyone else had the chance to join. It ended up being for the best, explosions outside were heard only too shortly after—still, you hope he doesn’t regret it.

You’re nearing day 10 inside your small shelter, and if the shaking ground and dire radio warnings Naoya managed to pick up are any indicator—the world outside isn’t going to be inhabitable again for a while.

Naoya is handling things better than expected. He’s thrown himself to small tasks—keeping the mind sharp he calls it. He’s less grumpy than he could be—resilient. Honestly the one lacking in mental fortitude is you.

“You can’t just sit there watching me do push ups. You need to move around too, dummy.”

“Nii-san im starting to lose the point.”

“The point?”

“I don’t understand why anything matters anymore if we’re all that’s left.”

He wipes sweat from his brow, glaring at you while he drinks some water.

“You just said it. Things still matter because we are still here. Eventually outside will be safe again and we’ll get out and start over. Don’t get all stupid and weepy in the meantime.”

You try to stay occupied, you try to do as Naoya says, but still, you struggle. Spending day after monotonous day trapped in here, you can’t help but start to get depressed.

Then one day Naoya says he needs to touch himself.

And there’s no room for you to avoid him while he does. You’re uncomfortable—-giving him a look that conveys it. But he insists he has to.

“I’m a man. Don’t be dense.”

Before you know it his cock is out and he’s fisting it at a leisurely pace, leaning back on the bed with his other hand. You face away from him, trying and failing to focus on rereading your book. But then he says your name, and when you look he’s still exposed and hard, but he beckons for you to come closer. He isn’t satisfied with your closeness till you’re sitting beside him on the bed.

He’s still stroking himself slowly when he says: “You need this, too. Touch yourself.”

You freeze for a minute then shake your head. Is this some kind of test? It’s shameful…

“Saving yourself for marriage doesn’t matter anymore if we’re all that’s left. You’re practically mine now anyways, since our entire clan is obliterated. It’s just me ‘n you.”

...You need to collect your thoughts. In the first place… you’re unsure how far you could get away with disobeying your big brother. He’s been somewhat softer in the shelter, better behaved than he was outside, at least. But you haven’t forgotten the way he used to act when he didn’t get his way… conniving and nasty—you’ve witnessed his wrath more times than you can count. Notably, though, It wasn’t ever pointed at you—his attitude towards his little sister has only ever been mischievous at worst. He’d simply mock and pick apart, invade your personal space and mess up your hair—though you’re sure he’d have been much worse if you didn’t go out of your way to be inoffensive. All in all, a hard no from you now would be a first inside the shelter.

Then there’s the honest truth of the matter: he’s right. Naoya may as well be the last person on earth for all you know, and you have been going crazy with hormones and neediness—but too afraid to touch yourself with no alone time. It’s a week after your period so you’re pretty sure you’re ovulating, and Naoya’s been walking around shirtless, acting just as touchy as always, but kinder than usual—and it’s not like he’s unattractive.

It’s sick that you’re even considering it. Touching yourself at your brother’s command—you’re a daughter of a distinguished clan! Maybe this little bunker truly is making you crazy…

In the end, the same idea that’s been infecting your mind constantly post doomsday wins out: nothing matters anymore anyways.

That thought is how you justify laying back on the bed beside your brother, stripped of your robes and spread-legged, two fingers pumping in and out of your pussy while you buck against your palm.

Naoya’s sharp eyes watch from beside you, never missing a thing while he continues stroking his cock. You’re so relieved to be giving your pussy attention after so long, you don’t even dwell on how messed up it all is.

After a while of trying to cum but barely reaching that special spot inside you to do so, Naoya can’t take watching anymore.

“My sweet sister, how old are you, again? You can’t even make yourself cum?” Naoya tucks his hard-on in the waistband of his pants, focusing entirely on you.

The mattress squeaks as he scoots closer, large hand around your ankle to spread you wider for his gaze.

You stop pumping your fingers, giving him a slow stare. He frowns. “No, no, keep trying. Let me see what’s the matter.”

So you do, working yourself up while you and Naoya watch each other, humping your palm when you get close again. You whine, biting your lip while you brush against the part inside you that feels best. Still, it’s not enough. You’re on the edge of tears searching for that release when—

“Okay, stop, sweet thing. You clearly need a man to do this.”

You pant while you look up at him, remembering what exactly is going on here when you pull your messy fingers away. It only makes you wetter when you think of the nastiness of it all.

“Nii-san?”

It shouldn’t surprise you when his fingers replace yours, but it does, Naoya’s warm touch with no warning earning a little jump.

He doesn’t comment, only sets to work with his middle and ring finger sinking deep into your hole, curling right where you need them but couldn’t reach yourself, pressing his thumb to your clit at the same time.

It feels heavenly. So good you almost close your eyes, but you can’t somehow. You wouldn’t want to lose a glimpse of Naoya—his eyes are transfixing.

And, like always, Naoya watches you back.

His expression while he does is patient and relaxed in a way that reminds you of when he helped you with homework or something as a kid. Patient and bored if you ever struggled or needed help—like he always had low expectations for you. You suppose that’s why he had so much more patience for you than he did for other family members—your shortcomings were at times endearing while those he thought were supposed to be strong had stricter standards.

Ultimately, an inability to make yourself cum seems like something Naoya expected of you.

And he wasn’t lying about his ability to help—his bigger fingers fit inside you just where you need them, and it takes your brother only minutes to earn your release, clamping down on him while you make a mess on the bed, crying out and arching—after edging for so long the orgasm lasts what feels like forever.

Noaya fucks you after that. He may as well, he tells you—he still needs to get off and it’ll feel good for you this way too. And he’s right, he may as well. It’s the end of the world and your brother may as well fuck you. And of course his cock feels amazing—it manages to feel like a solace in this bunker where nothing matters.

After that day, miraculously, you start to perk up. Naoya figured out the key to your depression, the key to keeping you occupied—it’s sex. Everyday your big brother fucks you and every day you get better.

Things stay interesting because when you’re fucking every day—you experiment. Or at least, Naoya does—he’s the creative one between the two of you, you’re just along for the ride.

You wake up in knots of rope one morning with Naoya’s tongue between your legs—you’re in the middle of an orgasm. He splits you open on his cock afterwards for good measure. He lets you ride him another day, something you’re fairly sure he’s never let a woman do. You cockwarm him while the two of you read a book at the same time—it’s silly. He’s kept you tied up almost an entire day before, doing whatever he wanted, exposed and embarrassed. You’re his little cock sleeve of a sister, he says.

“You know I’m actually glad that at least this way, stuck in here, no other clan can have you. They wouldn’t deserve you as a wife, not one of them. It’s a silver lining—this way, you’re all mine.”

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kittysl4t · 8 days

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kittysl4t · 10 days

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reader sucking the milk from tojis pretty nips while his dick is just jumping in his too tight sweats oh em fucking gee

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can you just imagine how embarrassed he would be too ?? imagine he's been frustated all day, tugging at his shirt that is fitting tighter than. usually. each time you see him, his eyebrows are furrowed and his hands are massaging his chest not-so-subtly as he mutters under his breath...AAA !!

the poor thing, literally cursing under his breath, calling you all kinds of mean names when you slip under his black t-shirt that has two matching stains around the chest area. but they don't phase you one bit because you aren't listening, too busy cooing at toji when you see the thick, creamy substance beading on his nipples.

"aww, tojibaby, you poor thing, you need some help, don't you, big guy," he hears you hum under his shirt. why do you have to be so sweet, so cute, but so fucking annoying? and why does it make his cock throb in his pants?

he opens his mouth to curse you out again, but the most pitiful, debauched moan is choked out of him when he feels your soft lips wrap around one of his nipples and suck, softly moaning when milk hit your tongue.

this was weird, it was so fucking weird, toji keeps repeating in his head, trying to will away his erection, but it just isn't working, it feels so fucking good having your tongue running over his chest, licking up whatever leaked out of him.

"s'okay, tojibaby," you coo at him when you bunch up his shirt so you could see his face—he's so red right now, it's adorable—and press a kiss on his pec. "i won't tell anyone, promise. just lemme help you not feel so full."

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kittysl4t · 13 days

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Zaros x Reader

Zaros is temporarily unable to lie.

For the sake of this fic, let's pretend alchemy and potions, etc exist in Zaros' world😭 Also, this gets suggestive towards the end (just a teensy bit nsfw), if you're uncomfortable with that you might wanna stop reading at the marked point or not read this at all!

I may write a second part for this, but I'm not sure. Lemme know if you guys want a part 2! I hope you enjoy! <3

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It was a quiet day, unusually so. That's only because ever since Zaros’ arrival to the palace, a peaceful day has not gone by. His mouth is never closed. He always has something to say and not a care for repercussions. It’s annoying, extremely annoying, and it flares both your anxiety and anger.

Yet, somehow the peace and quiet feels almost wrong. Do you perhaps miss him?

You shake the thoughts from your head. Nonsense. Why would you miss him? Though, it is strange you haven't seen him all day, maybe it would be best if you looked for him. Only for the credit of being an observant host of course, nothing else!

You make your way to his door, slightly nervous to knock, but you do so anyways.

...

No answer. So, you knock again.

...

And again, there was no answer which is very unlike him. He may hate your guts but at the very least he’s polite enough to answer his door.

You scan the area for a quick moment, making sure you're all alone in the hallway, then press your ear to the door. How strange, not a soun-

"Can I help you my Earis?", a voice chime behind you.

You shout and turn to face its owner. A palace maid.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you." She bows respectfully, "Are you okay?"

"Yes, yes I'm fine." You sigh and placed a hand to your chest, "You just spooked me. It's alright."

"Apologies your highness. Is there anything I could help with?"

"Uhh no, I was just about to leave."

You swiftly turn to leave, desperate to get away from her. Then you stop at a realisation, maybe she knows where Zaros is.

"Actually," you turn to her, "Have you seen Sarl Zaros today?"

"He was in the garden earlier, my Earis. Though, I have no idea where he is now."

"Right, thank you. That'll be all"

You scurry off, unable to shake the embarrassment you felt. You know she'll keep her mouth shut, after all, if rumours are traced back to her it would cost her quite a lot, but the icky feeling still haunts you mind. What were you even thinking?

You find yourself in the garden rather quickly, but there was no sign of his blonde hair or elegant garments. Just greenery and sunshine. That means there's one last place you may be able to find him, the library.

And sure enough, he's there.

You pick up a random book, not bothering to look at the colour or memorise the title, and take a seat across from him.

"Earis, how nice of you to join me." He mutters, barely, as if he didn't want to speak.

"Is it really? Or are you just saying that?"

"It is... nice." He grimaces but swiftly hides it with the books he's reading. Something about potions and remedies, since when is he interested in alchemy?

"Oh uh- I see" you reply awkwardly. One unusual occurrence after the other, he's never outright nice to you, especially when you're alone. He's always giving you an earful of how spoilt and sheltered you are. What suddenly changed?

The silence engulfs you both, he has his head stuck in his book and you, well you're still in shock staring at him.

"Are you going to keep staring?"

"What?" You snap out of your daze.

"You were staring."

"Oh, no I wasn’t! I just zoned out for a moment. Sorry."

A pathetic lie, he knows it too. He doesn't even honour it with a response, or even look up from his books.

God everything is so freaking weird today!

"Are you alright, Zaros?" You blurt out before you can think.

He finds your eyes finally.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing! I just- You don't seem like yourself today, I was just wondering if you're unwell."

He sighs, exasperated and tired.

"If you really must know, I was accidentally served a glass of wine containing an elixir of truth. I'm fine otherwise, I just need to get rid of its effects."

"Ahhh, hence the book. I was curious why you were reading that." The wheels in your head turned. He consumed an elixir of truth, which means he cannot lie. It’s no wonder he admitted your company was welcome earlier.

"Hmmm I didn’t think you were so keen about reproduction either my dear Earis.” He eyes the book laid out in front of you.

Confusion laced your expression as you looked down. The title hits you in the face like a brick. It reads

“Reproductive Biology: Conception”

“Oh, dear god! No, I- I grabbed the wrong one!” Your face burnt of embarassment as you hurriedly returned the book to its shelf.

“Are you sure you didn’t just come here to find me then?” he chuckles at your dilemma.

You don’t answer, but no answer is still an answer. What an awful day! You turn to leave, having had enough of the awkwardness and embarrassment.

“Come sit with me.” He calls out to you, “It’d be rude of me to let you leave when you came all the way here to find me”

Reluctantly, you walked over to the table and sat with him.

“Did you miss me that much?” he pushed his book aside, casting his full attention onto you.

“Of course not, I just thought it was unusual that I haven’t seen you all day. That’s all.” You inform him, “Were you ignoring me on purpose?”

His expression shifts for a moment, but he catches it quickly.

“Why would I do that?” he dodged your question. “Did you miss me berating you?”

“I should’ve left when I had the chance.” You sigh and rest your forehead against you palm and he laughs.

“You’re the one who came all the way here to find me. It’s only fair that I have my assumptions.”

“Too bad they’re untrue.”

“Are they really?”

“You know what?” You retort, “If you want to ask so many questions, I propose a game.”

“A game? Go on, I’m listening.”

“We take turns asking each other questions and answer them truthfully. Not that you really have a choice anyways and I promise to be truthful as well.”

“You definitely have an unfair advantage, but I’m desperate for some entertainment, so I don’t see why not.” He leans forward, resting his face on his interlocked fingers. “Well then, I’ll go first. Did you come all the way here to find me?”

You sigh, “I did, but you already knew that, so why waste a question?”

“I wanted to hear you say it.” He smiled mischievously.

It started off tame, with harmless questions to tease each other. Pieces of memories from the past and truths to white lies once told, but as it progressed there was more than either of you bargained for.

(things get suggestive from here)

“Do you regret leaving all those years ago?”

“No, I don’t. Had I stayed, I wouldn’t know half the things I do now, and I wouldn’t experience the things I did. Besides, you made it clear you never wanted to see me again, I honoured your word for as long as I could.” His words only made your regret worse. “Do you regret being close to me back then?”

“No. Then, do you hate me for driving you away?”

His expression stiffens, and he just stares at you in shocked silence for a minute. “No, no I’ve never hated you. Do you hate me?”

“I could never bring myself to ever hate you. There’s too many memories attached to your face, fond ones that I cannot risk hating.”

“I see.” He murmured quietly.

“Did you think I hated you?”

“You did send me away and called me a leech. It felt kind of obvious. What about you? Did you think I hate you?

“Yes, and for some reason, it scared me. Did you… Did you ever forgive me for all the things I’ve said to you? They were awful, I know that now, and I'm... I'm sorry.”

“I did. As I said, I never hated you, and what good would it serve me to hate the person I lo- the person I grew up with.” He corrected himself. “Do you regret it? Sending me away.”

“Everyday for the past 8 years. I hoped you’d show up to every formal event we held, but you never did.”

“Wow are you sure you didn’t have some of my wine too?”

“Shut up. Did you think about me when you were gone?”

He tilts his head to the side slightly, “More than you’ll ever know.”

“How? What were you thinking?”

“Hold on now, you’re only allowed one question per turn. So I believe it’s my turn now. Did you think of me while I was gone?”

“Yes, I did.” You confessed quickly, “What were you thinking of when you thought of me?”

“So demanding. But I don’t think you want to know that, my sweet Earis.”

“It’s my turn, and that’s my question. If I did not wish to know, I wouldn’t have asked.”

“Fine, but you asked for this. When I thought of you, I often reminisced of our time together in school. Other times, my thoughts of you were quite… inappropriate.”

Your ear perked up like a kitten. “Tell me more.” You demand.

“Are you sure you want this?”

“Yes. Tell me everything.”

He leans back into his chair, “I thought of you when I was with others. That’s why I was never able to keep a partner.”

“Wha-“

“Every time I looked into their eyes I’d think of you, and I knew my adoration was never for them. Every time someone laid below me I’d close my eyes and imagine you instead. The thought of you and what we could’ve been followed me, haunted me, ate away at my very soul. I didn’t want anyone but you, despite my criticism, you are what I craved.” His eyes never left yours, every word, every truth he spoke made your bones feel soft and your stomach tie into an uncomfortable knot.

There should be another word that meant speechless beyond the word speechless, it would perfectly describe how you felt in that moment.

“Zaros I… uhm” Your face is undoubtably red, and you cannot bear to look him in the eyes anymore.

“My turn now, darling.” His body lifted from his seat, and he moved to sit next to you, so close you could smell the scent radiating off of him. “Did you think of me the same way I thought of you?”

You could lie, you could tell him you’ve never thought of him when you were with another and you can tell him you never thought of him when you touched yourself… but he was truthful and you should be too.

“I did” you whisper, barely enough for him to catch, being only a breath’s distance from you.

“Yeah, I thought as much.”

Your information processing is cut short when his lips landed on yours and a warm hand on your cheek. Your eyes widen only to flutter shut. His hand tangled in your hair while the other gripped your waist, desperately pulling you closer. You hold onto his arms for support, too engulfed in this feverish kiss to think of anything. He kissed you like a starving man, he kissed you with 8 years’ worth of longing and every second was deliciously eager-filled and greedy. When he finally pulls away you’re gasping for breath. Your fingers are still gripping into his biceps and his, your waist. He tugs you closer, a silent plea for more.

His breath was warm on your face, and your body felt hot. His body felt hot. There was a sense of urgency in the air, and the world around you faded away again when his lips met yours. Your chest is pressed up against him while he pushes your back into the wall behind, desperate attempts to be as close as you can, A thousand curses upon the layers of clothes that separate you.

Time was definitely slowing down, and every touch of his fingers lit fireworks across your skin. It was addicting, he was addicting. Neither of you could get enough, the longing was too much to ignore. His fingers were warm, so warm they melted into your skin. The buildup of passion was ought to come crashing down at some point but before his fingers could slip further past the fabrics on your skin a familiar voice ring out.

“Sarl Zaros? Are you in here?” The Queen gently called out.

Your bodies split apart in seconds. He scrambles to the far end on the bench, and you rush to wipe your lips. You look over at Zaros, and his chest is heaving, same as yours. God you wished you didn’t look. The way he desperately tried to calm himself down did things to your stomach that you’ve never felt before.

You promptly stand and turn to greet your mother who’s approaching.

“Mother, good afternoon.”

“Oh, you’re here too dear?” she smiles at you.

“Yes, I was just uhm chatting with Zaros.” You lie through your teeth. “But I’ll be leaving now, I have other things to attend to.”

You walk past your mother, hurrying for the giant doors of the library.

“My Earis,” a rasped voice calls behind you. “You forgot your book.”

You turn around and Zaros hands you the book he was reading. You didn’t question it. There was no time for questions.

“Ah thank you Zaros” You flush when his hands touch yours.

“I think you’ll find page 142 most interesting, do give it a read.” His eyes were filled with lust, green embers burning holes into you soul.

“Tha-Thank you.”

You ran. You ran all the way back to your room, locking the door and dropping into your bed face first. What the FUCK just happened???

You wish you could scream, instead you try to process everything that’s happened. It started off so innocently, tame questions and light teasing but evolved to so much more. HOW?

You remembered his words before you left the library.

“I think you’ll find page 142 most interesting, do give it a read.”

You pick up the book he handed you, flipping the deckled edge to page 142. Obviously, there was nothing interesting, just a piece of paper that flutters to the floor. You pick it up, unfolding it carefully, to find a message written inside.

“If you wish to continue, meet me in my room at midnight. I’ll be waiting, my sweet sweet Earis.”

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kittysl4t · 16 days

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Brain dump I had last night at 3am before bed

Part 2

"Yuuji, stop moving," you said trying, at least a little bit, to watch the movie you had put on.

He groaned, a soft whine in his throat as he tried so hard to keep still. To make his hips stop moving. But it was nearly impossible with how you were squeezing him.

" 'm tryin" he mumbled, pressing his face into the side of your neck and focus his attention the best he could. How this simple at home movie date had turned into a nearly two hour long stretch of relentless teasing, he'll never know. Only that you had been so sweet and gave him the sexiest little look when you had told him about your desire to try cockwarming, he was reaching for his waistband before you even had to flutter your eyelashes.

"You're just so warm" he panted, biting back a whine as you clenched around him a little, his hips thrusting up instinctively at the feeling, "s-so tight".

"But don't you want to be my good boy Yuuji? Last just a little bit longer" you encouraged, one of your hands going up behind you to caress his hair and cheeks, his lips immediately connecting to your flesh.

"Please" he begged, squirming a little behind you as you walls rippled against him, your wetness beginning to leak down his balls. You were about to reply when you felt his hands on your waist get tighter, his nails suddenly pricking into your skin.

"Pretty please" a dark gravely voice spoke directly against your ear, making your heart race. The harsh thrust of his hips had you gasping as you looked down to the hands holding you, Sukuna's distinctive black markings tracing his skin.

"Breeding bunnies don't get to tease" he rumbled lowly, his hot tongue tracing the shell of your ear, "and I'm quite tired of waiting".

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kittysl4t · 19 days

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Hey i was wondering if you could do a threesome with dad toji and brother megumi with ftm reader?

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getting steamy with megumi in a small house with thin walls, you didn't really fancy that. most probably because your father was probably aware.

"mm.. meg'mi.. not too rough please.. ughh" you squirmed under his touch. back pressed against his chest and head laying on his shoulder while his fingers toy with your pussy. "im not even inside yet. stop whining" he lands a harsh slap on your pussy, making you yelp.

"h-he'll hear us -!" you covered your mouth, suppressing the moans trying to come out. "let him." he gently inserts two fingers inside you, then moving them in a scissoring motion. "can you please just,, put your cock in..?" you whine into hear, "no, it's been 2 months since we last fucked. you're tight as hell."

you accepted defeat, and endured his fingering you. "alright, c'mere baby" he lays you on your back, both facing the door. whoever comes it will be greeted with a surprise.

he pressed his lips onto yours and circled around your hole with the tip of his cock. threating to go in. "be a good boy and be quiet okay?" his tone sweet gentle, before going back to sucking on each others faces.

"now, what d'we have here? megumi? fucking your little brother?" toji walks in, looking like he's seeing something like that everyday. "y'gonna do something about it?" megumi slammed his cock in your cunt. earning him a loud moan and you arching your back, making you face toji.

"without me? that's not nice" toji walks towards you both, not even bothering to lock nor close the door. "huh.?" megumi looked at him with a confused and irritating expression. toji pulls out his cock and dropped it on your face.

his dick hard and heavy, smelling of sweat. "open wide sweetheart" you were caught off guard, not expecting your father to join in on fucking you. he presses the tip on your lips and without any warnings, shoved himself inside your hot throat.

you tighten around megumis cock. "fucking your own son? disgusting bastard" he glares at him, then begins thrusting his cock in your cunt. "'fucking your own brother? i could say the same about you brat." toji massages the growing bulge on your throat, and squeezing your nipples.

toji fucked your face, megumi fucked your pussy. you felt like you were caught in a trance, tojis balls slapping your face hard and your older brother railing your cunt. it's too much, the pleasure kept building up in your tummy.

you suddenly squirt on megumis abdomen, dirtying his shirt. your legs trembled and your hands gripped tojis thighs. megumi stopped for a while, checking on you, trying to anyway. "move" he shoved toji aside, and there you were. "aww, he passed out. that's no fun" toji fake pouted

"y'wanna fuck him till he wakes up?

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kittysl4t · 22 days

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— bully!shoko x fem!reader, commander!toji x fem!reader

cw: dubcon/noncon, sexual assault, sexual harassment, pussy eating, spanking, both toji and naoya are bad people, naoya is a simp for toji, overprotective nanami, that's all i guess

a/n: pt3 is here!! i think this is the most hardest chapter i ever written and it's so rush sorry 🥹 my writing is getting bad :') anyways enjoy this new chapter and thanks for being patience

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He shouldn’t be seeing this, let alone enjoying this- the view of you kneeling in front of a man with puffy eyes and your cute mouth trying its best to suck a cock turned him on. He's supposed to look away but not when you’re so pretty. He immediately left the scene wiping his eyes, mumbling apologize to himself as if it was towards you, making his way back to his dorm. Choso might have a slight crush on you because you’re so sweet and cute. He eagerly wanted to be your friend after you helped him find a book in the library as he was lost at that time- the campus library is so big. But whenever he wanted to approach you, this slight heat came to his face and his heart couldn’t stop beating so fast. Is he nervous? Storming into his dorm room with a red face and slightly heavy breath, he plopped onto his bed, staring at the ceiling to forget all the events that had happened.

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“Shh… Be quiet, baby. Don’t want anyone to find you like this hm?”, Shoko mutters as she snuggles her face to your wet cunt, licking and sucking onto your clit making you a trembling mess. Your mouth is covered by your hand to muffle all the moans. It was supposed to be a peaceful night, not until Shoko barged into your room, getting her permission from your roommates and tormenting you the way she wanted just like her best friends.

Shoko instantly inserts a finger inside your cunt while licking aggressively on it, moving her finger faster as your liquid kept spurting from your hole. Your hips were gripped to make sure you were not moving away from her face, Shoko enjoyed eating your pussy- she says it taste sweet and she wants to keep it for herself, doesn’t want to share it with Gojo and Geto. You on the other hand trying your best to not make a single sound or else you will get caught which is your biggest concern ever. Hours ago, you were scared of getting caught by sucking Gojo’s but now it’s Shoko's turn.

“Damn! I wanna fuck you so bad but I don’t have my strap”, Shoko pouted slightly. You let out a shaky breath and your vision blurred from all the pleasured tears. You squirm as Shoko embraces you with a hug and kisses your temple. Weird? Why are they acting nice all of a sudden?

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“Here”, Choso shyly hands you a cute handkerchief to you which you tilt with confusion. Who is he? You didn’t have any memory of him.

“Go away”, Nanami said in a cold tone as he shielded you with his big muscular arm. Just now, you, Nanami, Haibara and Ino are eating lunch together until Choso walks to you and hands you a handkerchief with a red face, Nanami interprets Choso as a typical bully who just wants to make fun of you, without any thought, Nanami stepped up to protect you. While Haibara and Ino stand in front of you, crossing their arms, making scary faces as if they were your bodyguards.

To your eyes, it seems that Choso just wanted to be your friend. You pushed Nanami’s hand away which caused the male to be in confusion, you flashed your usual smile which made all of them melt and gladly accept Choso’s gift. “Thanks even though I don’t know your name”.

Your cute voice made Choso’s heart beat even faster than before and he gulped, gathering his confidence. “My name is Choso Kamo. Call me Choso”.

“Hi Choso. My name is Y/N”, you said which caused Choso to blush. This got Nanami's attention to which he gave Choso a surprised face. In Nanami’s eyes, he had a hard time accepting Choso as one of your friends, he was afraid that he might be plotting something bad to you but brushed it off.

“Hey Y/N, have you registered for the military marching programs?”, asked Haibara as he was chomping on his chicken sandwiches. You stopped chewing your food and told him you didn’t register it yet.

“You better hurry or else you will get a penalty”, Ino added and continued eating to which Nanami nodded in agreement. Military marching is a compulsory cocurricular activity in your college for semester 1 only. You didn’t know why your college had it and the benefits of it but your problem was that you were very weak and had a low stamina. You may had a hard time doing this activity as you heard a lot of news where soldiers fainted during the marching and some of them ended up in the hospital because of their bones dislocation.

That night, you register the cocurricular online on the college’s website. A few days later, you were met with bad news (that was what they thought). You, Nanami, Haibara, Ino and Choso were in different platoon which they considered were not good because who the hell gonna took care of you from getting bullied?

“Guys, it’s fine. I can handle it by myself”, you said, trying to reassure them not to worry about you. You were not some kid who needed someone to protect you, you were a grown up. They sighed in defeat and bid you goodbye. Haibara patted your head while Nanami couldn’t stop worrying about you, giving you some advice about what to do when someone bullies you.

You went to your platoon and saw a lot of people were already there, it was scary because most of them were men but you shook your head to ignore all those worries. You got on your position standing beside a male with blond hair with dark roots and sharp eyes. You glanced at him as you found him somewhere scary, he looked like a delinquent.

The man noticed your glance and looked at you with annoyance. “What’chu lookin' at woman?!”.

His tone made you flinch and you faced forward without daring to look at him any further. He laughed at your reaction, “guess being in this platoon was not so bad”, he thought.

Suddenly, everyone stood erect which caused you to do the same. A man with a huge build and black hair walked in front. He looked so scary with his piercing green eyes along with a scar on his lip.

“The name is Toji Fushiguro. You're either gonna call me commander or sir. Got that?”, the male said. His deep voice caused a shiver down your spine. He’s creepy. But the man beside you thought otherwise, everyone was afraid of Toji but his eyes seemed to sparkle whenever Toji was around. You later found out his name is Naoya Zenin while taking the attendance.

You felt uncomfortable. During the training, Toji can’t keep his eyes away from you, sure you made a lot of mistakes by not doing it properly and were always scolded by him for not doing it right. But you didn’t expect him to glare at you every single time. It was way worse when Naoya couldn’t stop insulting you or throwing any mean words at you, he looked jealous that you got Toji’s attention but not him.

“Oi, small fry!”, Toji called after the training ended. You froze and looked at him, bowing slightly to give him some respect. “Meet me at my office now!”, he instructed which you immediately followed him. In the corner of your eyes, you could see Naoya’s face burning in rage. You gave yourself an experimental note to not talk with him.

As soon as Toji closed the door, he instructed you to sit on the chair in front of his desk. His office was not clean but not too messy, it was a perfect example for an old man’s office. All of the furniture looked old too, it felt like you were in a five night at Freddy’s office.

Toji took a seat in front of you as he let out a heavy sigh. “You are really bad at this and I chose to train you extra time. Sound good?”.

You gulped and gripped your trousers to ease your nervousness. “I’m not sure, sir. I mean it’s just the two of us… Don’t you think it’s a bit-”.

Your words got cut off as Toji flashed his devilish smirk. “I don’t care. Plus, if you don’t pass this training ya have to repeat it”. A moment of silence passed as you frowned, thinking whether to accept his offer or fail the class and have to retake it. Toji was not a man with patience and grabbed your wrist to catch your attention.

“Is it yes? Or no?”.

“Y-yes sir”, you declared after some thoughts.

“Good girl”, said Toji and grabbed both of your hips to put you onto his lap, his hot breath fanning your mouth. Both of you were so close that you tried to shove him away by pushing his chest.

“S-sir, what is this?”, your face flushed as you stuttered your own words.

“Ya think I’m gonna let you get away from being punished?”, he grinned and lay your stomach on his lap.

“Sir please-! T-this is embarrassing…”, you plead when you felt his hand slide down your trouser exposing your panty with your plump ass. Toji ignored your begging and decided to land a hit your ass leaving a red mark on it. You yelped as tears started forming in your eyes. You bit your lip as another hit came to your ass. You gave up a long time ago when he kept spanking you, your ass was full of red marks and your face became a sobbing mess.

“Sir, t-too much”, you hiccuped. Toji rubbed your ass and kissed your temple to ease the pain. “Yeah yeah sorry but that's what ya get for being a bad girl hmm”.

“Sorry sir. Promise to do better”.

Toji smiled, helping you with your trousers and walked towards the door. He kissed your temple one last time before he shoved you outside, “See ya next week”.

After he closed the door, you walked towards your room while wiping the tears on your face. You hope your friends won’t find you in this condition. You didn’t want them to feel worried and enraged. But someone saw you, he saw your crying face and felt slightly worried for you but he brushed it away because Naoya was not the type to care about people other than himself.

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kittysl4t · 22 days

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— bully!geto x fem!reader, bully!gojo x fem!reader

c/w: noncon, sexual assault & harassment, noncon filming, panty stealing, forced blowjob, inexperienced reader, reader is in love, gojo being soft? possessive gojo

a/n: hey!! this is pt2 hihihi sorry for the late update bc i have so many things going on and yeah! thanks for being patience. yesterday i fainted during my marching practice :')

tags: @theitchbbbb @gojoswife201 @the-goddess-nyxxx @freecolortrashgoth-blog @rottmntrulesall @hehehehesthings @gladiolusluvr @childes-cvmslvt @ninnseo @mahalinasgrave @yourvvenicebitch @ichikanu @zeninslut @kawaiimusiccollection @animepoet115 @yeonieesss

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Walking quickly, clenching your teeth, hugging yourself as your breathing quickens, you’ve been walking across the hallway carefully making sure your ‘friends’ aren’t there to harass you. Your eyes went from left to right, observing your surroundings until people started to creep out by your behavior, “Why is this nerd so weird?”, they said. You immediately flinch as soon as you feel a sudden tap on the shoulder. “Oh no! I-Is it them??”, you thought and slowly turned to meet them, preparing yourself for the happy reunion, although you’re not so happy about it.

“Y/N, are you okay?”, Nanami asks, quirking his brow, he’s so worried about you. Why are you so scared? Nanami is your first friend and your first person who loves to be with you, unlike other students who only talk to you regarding assignments and hard-level subjects you aced. Only Nanami is willing to be with you, eat lunch together, walk to class together even though he’s in a different major (he takes law whilst you take physics). He even introduces you to Haibara and Ino, those two are nice and love hanging around with you. You love them dearly.

“Oh! I-it’s nothing… Kento…”. The way you pronounce his first name so sweetly made his cheeks flutter which he hides it with a cough. He seems to not trust you because to him, you’re a bad liar but he just ignores it, hoping to investigate it by himself rather than asking you. He doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable. He’s such a gentleman, no wonder you find yourself yearning for his presence but not this time.

“I have to go—”, you huff but before you can walk, Nanami speaks up.

“Let me walk with you”.

You want to accept it but… you’re scared, scared that Nanami will judge you or worse hate you because what if you accidentally met your bullies on the way? and let your bullies have their way with you or the way you’re too weak to defend yourself. You don’t want Nanami's help, you don’t want to be too dependent on him, he always helps you and protects you. He did so much for you. You’re afraid that he will find you annoying and leave you.

“It’s fine”, you flash him your usual smile with a hint of sorrow in it. Nanami sighs, he knows something is wrong but just keep it to himself and maybe he will secretly follow you to find the truth. He cares about you.

You take a few steps, finally away from him and you can see the door of today's class, calculus. It’s one of your favorite subjects. You look at your watch, it’s 7:30 a.m, 30 more minutes before class starts. Wanting to grab the doorknob and twist it and suddenly, a hand (which is bigger than yours) grabs the doorknob. Looking up to see who is it, your eyes widen and your throat dries. No, it can’t be, you make sure to observe your surroundings — keeping sure they’re not here. But you’re wrong.

“Good morning, princess”, Geto smiles. His smile which people find sweet and cute but to you, it hides so much sinister. He frowns, not getting any response from you as you are shaking from his presence, and the worst is that he is holding your hand, not giving it any announce of letting you go.

“What? Cat got your tongue?”, he glares. Before you can say anything, he pulls you towards the store room, away from everyone. Struggling and squirming, trying to break free from his grasp as he slams the door.

Geto’s soft eyes turn into a glare as he looks down on you, his yellow eyes shine with mischievous and gladly form a smirk. His hand slowly creeps into your cheek and cups it to bring you closer to him, your face is a few inches away from him. He has the urge to kiss your pouty lip but decides not to.

“P-Please Suguru…”, you plead as tears start forming in your eyes. You hope he didn’t do anything adverse.

“Shhh…. I will not hurt you but I want something. No, I need something from you”, his gaze went from your crystalized eyes to your breast and to your soft plump thighs. He grins.

“Gimme your panties”.

Your heart quickens. “What-?”.

“I don’t need to repeat it myself. Gimme your panties or….”, he comes closer and whispers into your ear. “I will have to rip your clothes and you have to walk around naked inside the campus hmm”, he threatens as his hot breath fanning your ear, making you weak in the knees.

“N-No… please…”, tears run down your cheek as you squint, trying to control yourself from becoming a sobbing mess. Lifting your skirt and slowly sliding down your pink panties. Geto gladly takes it and sniffs your panties which causes you nausea. He puts your panties inside his pant pocket and grins upon seeing your cute hands tugging your skirt as down as possible to make sure it is long enough to cover your bare cunt and ass.

Take a deep breath and sit on your seat, closing the gap between your thighs to cover the fact you’re not wearing anything, your heart beats faster than usual, hoping nobody notices your shuffling and squirming on the seat. A sudden chair is dragged by someone beside you, and decide to take a seat. You nervously glance towards the person and your heart drop. It was Gojo, smiling at you as if you were his best friend, maybe for them but not you. You didn’t expect to see him here in the same class and same major as you.

“Why are you tugging your skirt hmm?”, Gojo innocently tilts his head and tries to grab your wrist to which you quickly pull it away and sweat nervously, avoiding his eyes. He frowns, he seems to hate the idea of you avoiding his touch — Gojo is a touch-starved person, he loves hugging and giving you surprise kisses, on the other way, you dislike it because he’s too rough with his touches.

Gojo went back into his usual self and smiled widely, feel uneasy by his sudden mood swing, you decided to maybe just listen to him.

“I know”, he mutters to which you tilt your head quizzically. “Suguru told me”. Your eyes widen, of course, he knows, they’re close enough that many consider them as more than best friends, some might wonder if they had fuck already but that’s none of your concern.

“You’re whore for giving him what he needs, you like him more than me hmm?”. You swear you saw Gojo’s eyes darken and his words feel infuriated. Is he mad? Or jealous that you prefer Geto more than him, the honoured one, Gojo Satoru. There is no way he’s jealous right? He waits for your answer to which you can’t gather the courage to speak, too afraid that your answer might be not what Gojo wants to hear.

After class ended, he drags you into an isolated hallway — you couldn’t do much due to his strong grip on your arm as if he wanted to break your bones but he’s not gonna do it because he loves you, you’re his best friend.

“On knees”, he commands and you obey him, not wanting to further his mood swing. The sound of unbuckling belt sends a chill down your spine, oh… is it what you think is it? No, it can’t be, no way he will let you suck his cock out in public, it’s…. too risky! The thought of getting caught by the students and the lecturer caused your tears to slide down your eyes and begin to sniffle. And… what if Nanami saw you? Will he hate you because you let your bully torment you?

Hearing your snorting turns him on even more, Gojo loves seeing your crying face and your mouth shivering, begging him to stop. He smirks as his cock spring free from his boxer and his tip instantly hits your face. He’s so big and thick.

“Suck it”.

“B-But… someone… might… see”, you sob. He yanks your hair and pulls you even closer to his throbbing cock.

“I said suck”.

That was his last warning.

You immediately open your mouth as wide as possible to take his big size and slowly descend lower into his length. Gojo laughs the way you wrongly give him a blowjob, he didn’t expect you to be good at it, no, you’re just too innocent and nerdy to even know this kind of stuff. So, he just lets you do it yourself without his guidance, he wants you to find it by yourself, and do your own research. He wants you to learn. It’s way hotter, to him. Bobbing your head up and down until his tip instantly hits your throat, it feels so painful and it’s worse since you’re not used to breathing through your nose only, causing you to gag further.

Gojo hisses as he feels his cock embraced by your warm mouth, even though your blowjob skill suck, he still loves the way you’re trying your best to make him feel good. He has to reward you for that. Smiling, he grabs his phone and opens the phone camera to hit the record button. He makes sure to record his cock disappearing deep inside your mouth, slurping and squelching sound just can’t wait to show it to Geto and Shoko later on.

Upon noticing the camera, you quickly cover your eyes with your palm, feeling humiliated, you never thought to be doing this inappropriate stuff in public and you did it with your childhood bully whom you loathe. It was supposed to be with someone you love like Nanami- damn it!

It feels painful, his cock so big and long making your mouth sore and your throat feel as if it’s been scraped. Tears flow down your pretty face from how hurt it is. Being forced to give your tormentor a head which you’re not experienced and being recorded by him, god know what will he do to that video. Gojo immediately notices your discomfort and the way you vigorously tap his thigh, he carefully pulls out and kneels down to your level to wipe away your tears. You eventually lean onto his touch to receive comfort from him that you didn’t know why you do it. His big hand slowly caresses your cheek while looking at you with those soft eyes.

“Shhh… It’s ok, baby”, he sweetly mutters. A few minutes ago, he’s been so mean and harsh on you, harassing you the way he likes but now he becomes soft as if they’re completely different person. Why?

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kittysl4t · 24 days

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Miguel O'Hara x Hispanic reader

Fem civilian reader

Thinking of miguel being all tough and 'manly' but when he's near you, he gets all shy and nervous. 😔💗

(English is not my first language)

Gif not mine

Miguel is a man that has a really good reputation, serious, manly, tough giant hero that whoever dares to cross his path with a slight different option to his, is done.

People close to his job environment were kinda scare of him, but tried not to make it to obvious, in case he gets more furious about it.

That scary, angry expression of his was immediately gone once he sees you, smiling at him, his gaze changes to a more relaxed one. He was finally home.

You didn't get up from the sofa and just lift your finger, you can see his face light up and rapidly goes towards you, getting on his knees immediately, kissing your hand.

'¿Que tal estás, amor?' (How are you, love?) You asked, pleased by the quickly submission of your giant boyfriend.

You rub his cheek cutely, and touch his soft wavy hair 'Bien, estaba un poco estresado por el trabajo, but contigo a mi lado im much better' (Good, i was a little stressed 'cause work, but w you by my side im much better).

Miguel never considered himself a submissive men. All the other relationships he has been in before, were pretty normal, but with you he is a different men, he feels like he only exists to please you, not only sexually, of course.

You want something? He give it to you no matter what, no matter the money, the time. You want to fuck him in the middle of his work?, You have it.

No complaints, no 'buts' , no 'i can't' .

You love going outside w him, watch him begin all tough and demanding to the people around him.

So funny seeing him squirm and change his expression when you set the vibrator to the max, you can't help but laugh at him when he gives those pleading eyes.

Poor thing, he knows you won't stop, you're gonna make him cum in front of his employees. :(

He gets all flustered, but he never changes his grumpy face.

'i have to go for a moment i'll be right back' you see how he quickly runs to the restroom. You grab your phone, and immediately send him a message '¿Quien te dio permiso a irte? Brat' (Who gave permission to go? Brat)

'Please, mommy, not infront of them'

'salte, miguel' (get out, Miguel)

And as the good boy he is, he obeys.

A couple of minutes of your teasing is all it takes for him to cum in front of everyone.

Surprisingly no one noticed were their scary boss weird behavior comes from and they tried to ignored it.

'Good boy' you whisper closer to his now very warm face

He looks at you flustered, proud and surprised of his good behaviour and acting skills.

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Love y'all, if there's any bad grammar please let me know 😭. (Requests are open)

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kittysl4t · 25 days

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YALL!!!!

I GOT HIM IN THE FIRST TRY 😭😭😭 I FEEL SO LUCKY

#lads xavier #lads rafayel #lads zayne #love and deep space #love and deepspace #rafayel x reader #rafayel #rafayel x you #zayne love and deepspace #zayne x reader #zayne x you #xavier love and deepspace #xavier x reader #xavier #lads #rafayel love and deepspace #merman

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kittysl4t · 1 month

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Caleb boyfriend hcs. Short! Reader

I can see the talkative x shy trope with Caleb, him obviously being the talkative one in the relationship while his s/o is a sweet shy girl.

Likes to tease A LOT. And not just in a suggestive way, in every way possible. You want a hug? Mm you have to say it out loud and clear, (even though deep down he knows what you want.)

You can't hide anything from him, he reads you like an open book

Flusters you 24/7. Random headpats, sudden kiss on the cheek and then pretending like nothing happened.

Stares at you while you ramble to him about things that happened throughout your day. Loves when he sees you light up while talking about your favorite show, game, book or anything. He tries to listen, he really does but you are such a distraction.

"Gosh you're cute." He mumbles to himself. "Hm? Did you say something?" You look at him. He puts a strand of hair behind your ear, slowly leans in and lightly kisses your cheek.

If you're short, get ready to be bullied by this man because he will hold things high above your head and tease the life out of you.

You once couldn't get the jam jar because it was on the top shelf. Caleb saw this and came to your way. You thought it was to help you, how naive. Man's picked up the jar and put it on the shelf above it and walked away. You were flabbergasted.

Of course seeing your slightly pouting face, he apologizes and gets you the jar. Gives you kisses on the cheek as extra apology.

Greenest flag ever. Strictly follows the sidewalk rule. Even if you unintentionally happen to be close to the streets, he would exchange places while talking. You wouldn't even notice sometimes.

Gives the best care during periods. If you're on your period, he will bring you to his place, you can't say no to him no matter what. “I can't leave you alone when you're on your period like this. Stay with me for the week, I promise I'll take good care of you."

Has everything ready for you. Pads, pain meds, comfort food. Name anything and he will bring it to you without hesitation.

Will cuddle from behind and rub your abdomen as to soothe the pain.

And if you cry from pain, he will hold you and wipe your tears away. He hates seeing you cry and hates that he can't do more than give you your meds.

Will cook for you all the time. He secretly has a cooking plan made just for you. He loves cooking for you, especially when you compliment his cooking skills and praise him. Hides his face so that you don't see the slight blush on his face.

Baking together? He's all in for it. He lets you take the lead while baking since he knows how much you love it. Will be playful and smudge flour on your face for fun and then laugh.

Is great at comfort and encouraging words. He believes in you more than you believe in yourself sometimes.

100% gamer bf.

Owns a PS5 and also a PC. I can see Caleb playing games like Final Fantasy and Resident Evil.

If you're into cozy games he will definitely check those out too. You wanna play animal crossing together with him? Done. Y'all gonna keep playing and won't even notice the time. He secretly loves playing cozy games. He didn't even himself know until he met you. Never makes fun of you for you taste in game. Games are for fun and comfort. No one should be shamed for that.

You wanna play on his PS5? Uh-uh not so easily. This cheeky guy would let you play on one condition. He sits with his legs crossed and pats on his lap. If you deny, you can say goodbye to the PS5. But, if you obey and sit on his lap, he will literally give you his PS5. You can take it. All yours. He just wants you.

Given your height and size, it's easy and comfy for you to sit on his lap and get hugged while playing. He watches you, placing a kiss on your head every now and then.

Overall, Caleb is a 10/10 boyfriend. He loves you a lot and will always support you no matter what.

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kittysl4t · 1 month

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can I request a fluff hdc all the lords x fem reader lord? platonicc

she's different from them and she's younger, she is the most weak one because she doesn't fight often so all of them feel extremely protective of her?

plus, she is closer to Donna and it's Angie bff

I love this bit! however, I only write for female characters when it comes to headcannon but I will make exceptional with this request :D

The youngest lord || The Four Lords + Mother Miranda x Fem! Reader (Platonic)

You were different. Out of Mother Miranda’s experimentation with others, you are the only mutant who oddly looks normal from the rest of the lords. The one who doesn’t need a supply of fresh human blood, or not mentally ill and undeveloped. You are just you, however, Miranda still deemed you as a failure.

The reason? REDACTED.

Alcina Dimitrescu

Another Lord? She would scoff at that — another meaningless creature that will hindered her towards Mother Miranda’s favorite, like her so-called siblings— treating her as equal to them, she was the first among them and so deserved to be in a top spot.

Of course, the first thing she thinks of you is another joke and often ignores you.

However, as you trembled in front of her (imagine the hamster meme in tiktok, that's you), hands tightly entwined as you looked at her with those big eyes, she finally noticed how you look so small in her eyes and quickly reminded her of her daughters.

Ah. Her gaze soften at your trembling form, you are just a baby — the youngest of them and slowly, but surely, she thought of adopting you, she didn’t mind to have another baby—

What’s that? Your age? Oh, still a baby👹.

During the meeting (she wasn’t even sure if you understand the concept being a member of this cult because you look so tiny—), she would sit beside you as her large hand stays on your shoulder— probably because Karl was on your right side where she decided it was better for you to move closer to her as the two bicker as usual.

“Another failure experiment, blah blah—” As Alcina listened mindlessly to Mother Miranda’s rambling, she felt your small weight leaning on her, only to see you dozed out. If so, she would bring you to her lap where she would gently brush the tip of her gloves on your scalp, smiling to herself when you snuggled on her more.

One particular memory that was close to her heart was; how your eyes would light up whenever she arrived in the meeting place— she loved to see how excited you were just to see her and would tackle her into a hug which she responded with a soft chuckle before cradling you in her arms.

You are perfectly fit on her arms, Alcina feels the warmth on your small fragile body and so, she vows to protect you and that innocent smile on your face from this cruel world.

She would call you a sweet thing, little one, and precious.

Donna Beneviento

Oh. She absolutely adores you, you're so small and tiny, looking at them anxious that something she can relate to.

The first thing she did — at the moment you were introduced and awkwardly standing alone — she patted the empty chair beside her, it took her by surprise how bold she was but it was her instincts kicking in.

I mean— look at you—

She can't stop the what ifs on her head, especially how the hammer of Karl was just behind you— what if you got crushed by that? Or how huge Alcina is and might be crushed as well?

Luckily, those thoughts snapped when you approached her like a hamster, eyes cast on the ground as you sat beside Donna.

She felt like she won something.

When Mother Miranda told that you didn't have a house for now, Angie already called it dibs and surprisingly, Miranda allowed it since it was always Alcina or Karl.

Donna was excited, she never had anyone— beside her dolls and that… creepy baby in the basement but we don't talk about that—

“I'm sorry, if I make you uncomfortable,” she thought that hogging you a bit would make you feel uncomfortable around her and she doesn't like that.

Surprisingly, all you did was to give her a hug that she needed the most and then, give you a squeeze back because you felt so familiar to her. So – so familiar.

—You remind her so much, someone name Claudia —

Angie would love to invite you to their little party, giving you the cup on your hands as she patted your head so softly.

Donna, despite her anxiety, would love to play with you and Angie's little hide and seek. She will pretend she didn't see you hiding one of those boxes (it makes it easier since her face is covered by her veil) and always quick to find Angie who was kinda bummed about that.

Your smile really brightened her world, whenever she said soft words of, “You are a great hider, little heart.”

Little heart, that's what she calls you because it felt right.

Donna is very careful with her hallucinations, she is terrified at the thought of you hallucinating and such, she was very cautious all the time, to the point Angie pointing out to make her calm down.

Donna would knit earmuffs for you, since your mutation problem was to hear everything. The parasite claimed your voice, in exchange for hearing sensitivity. (Dolores Madrigal who?)

She would fuss around you, asking so quietly if you are uncomfortable with all the noise. If so, her hands would cover your ears, then maybe humming to soothe you.

When you told her (by writing a note) that she was your favorite? She would quietly hug you all day, her words are far more what she was feeling so grateful that she was your favorite, especially how she was insecure herself because of that parasite on her face.

She really felt the need to protect you from anything, she felt like a mother and a sister but either way, she was grateful that you didn't run away.

Karl Heisenberg

“What the fuck is this?” Yeah, he pointed a hammer on you. He got threatened immediately by that big bitch and surprisingly that mentally ill doll maker.

Karl always doubted everyone, mainly to Mother Miranda and Alcina so it was no surprise for him to doubt you… and pity you.

But looking at you, it just weird— first off where the fuck did you came? Mother Miranda introduced you out of nowhere and you looked so lost and so small from everyone's gaze.

And your power is super hearing? Then— “Is the big bitch talking nonsense to me?” He would ask that every meeting before Alcina arrives and like to tease you with just small things.

He never teases you too far, respecting the boundaries.

He would love to poke your little cheeks out of boredom, listening to Mother Miranda's “blah, blah, blah, blah.” He mumbled to himself, continuing to poke your cheek and surprised a bit to see you leaning like a cat to his touch.

“Are you a cat or a hamster?” He snorted, then thought again deeply. “Half and half maybe?”

The slow teasing and making fun with you was the most genuine Karl had ever enjoyed throughout his miserable life.

And now, he finally looks forward to every meeting.

Secretly, he did consider you as his family, his little hamster sister.

He would love to give you a small lightweight hammer which unsurprisingly, Alcina would throw away as they bicker, as usual.

“You can use this hammer to destroy a tall statue—” he casually pointed at Alcina, his gentle hands steadying you to look at her. “You see that big bitch? Yeah, use it to destroy it.”

Another bicker, but Karl knew how you looked a giggling mess to their meaningless fight.

He could wish to hear those silent laughs of yours, he knew it would be a sweet melody filling the atmosphere.

And he would secretly put a camera on your way to Donna's house, just to make sure you would arrive safely. If a lycan following you, Karl would definitely torture them into his playthings.

Salvatore Moreau

Another lord, another one who'll turn Mother Miranda's attention away from him.

He didn't know how to react, since most of his siblings didn't like him — especially how ugly he was.

But you? Oh you little curious thing, you approached him without any hesitation and would sit on the chair together with silence.

It was nice for Moreau that you were willing to sit beside him.

You would mutely give him a goodbye wave, smiling happily at him, he would give his best smile since you never judge his looks.

You and him didn't have any speech communication, it was just the two of you bonding on your own way.

And he was content with that, to feel someone that he is a family— you are his family.

He has never left alone since that day.

Mother Miranda

She knows everything about you— and secretly harbors such frustration because you are the closest (beating Alcina) to be a successful vessel for Eva.

However, the cadou didn't hold your voice too long as it disoriented your voice and became mute. In final touch, your hearing was the most sensitive part.

She ignores you, and is aware how hesitant you are but what you didn't know or anyone that she did look for you.

A couple of crows would watch, or how it will defend an upcoming lycan on your way. She did care but in her way of not showing it.

But one night, a rain heavily poured from the sky where the two of you caught rain— her wings stretched as it shielded you, ignoring your stare while remaining soaked in wet.

If the two of you are alone, she would teach you sign language — clearly not so enjoying how you would say thank you or ignoring that you think her wings are beautiful. She definitely didn’t melt, not even a flinch (lie).

She would totally not look at you as you interact with the other lords where you would tell them how much they make you laugh and happy in sign language. She would give a huff to herself when the other lords didn’t understand what you were doing in your hands.

She truly reminds me of Eva, Miranda thought to herself, enjoying to feel your tiny fingers caressing her wings.

this is my first attempt making a headcanon so I'm not sure if this what the anonymous wanted but thank you for requesting🥺

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kittysl4t · 1 month

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can I request a fluff hdc all the lords x fem reader lord? platonicc

she's different from them and she's younger, she is the most weak one because she doesn't fight often so all of them feel extremely protective of her?

plus, she is closer to Donna and it's Angie bff

I love this bit! however, I only write for female characters when it comes to headcannon but I will make exceptional with this request :D

The youngest lord || The Four Lords + Mother Miranda x Fem! Reader (Platonic)

The reason? REDACTED.

Alcina Dimitrescu

Of course, the first thing she thinks of you is another joke and often ignores you.

Ah. Her gaze soften at your trembling form, you are just a baby — the youngest of them and slowly, but surely, she thought of adopting you, she didn’t mind to have another baby—

What’s that? Your age? Oh, still a baby👹.

You are perfectly fit on her arms, Alcina feels the warmth on your small fragile body and so, she vows to protect you and that innocent smile on your face from this cruel world.

She would call you a sweet thing, little one, and precious.

Donna Beneviento

Oh. She absolutely adores you, you're so small and tiny, looking at them anxious that something she can relate to.

I mean— look at you—

She can't stop the what ifs on her head, especially how the hammer of Karl was just behind you— what if you got crushed by that? Or how huge Alcina is and might be crushed as well?

Luckily, those thoughts snapped when you approached her like a hamster, eyes cast on the ground as you sat beside Donna.

She felt like she won something.

When Mother Miranda told that you didn't have a house for now, Angie already called it dibs and surprisingly, Miranda allowed it since it was always Alcina or Karl.

Donna was excited, she never had anyone— beside her dolls and that… creepy baby in the basement but we don't talk about that—

“I'm sorry, if I make you uncomfortable,” she thought that hogging you a bit would make you feel uncomfortable around her and she doesn't like that.

Surprisingly, all you did was to give her a hug that she needed the most and then, give you a squeeze back because you felt so familiar to her. So – so familiar.

—You remind her so much, someone name Claudia —

Angie would love to invite you to their little party, giving you the cup on your hands as she patted your head so softly.

Your smile really brightened her world, whenever she said soft words of, “You are a great hider, little heart.”

Little heart, that's what she calls you because it felt right.

Donna would knit earmuffs for you, since your mutation problem was to hear everything. The parasite claimed your voice, in exchange for hearing sensitivity. (Dolores Madrigal who?)

She would fuss around you, asking so quietly if you are uncomfortable with all the noise. If so, her hands would cover your ears, then maybe humming to soothe you.

She really felt the need to protect you from anything, she felt like a mother and a sister but either way, she was grateful that you didn't run away.

Karl Heisenberg

“What the fuck is this?” Yeah, he pointed a hammer on you. He got threatened immediately by that big bitch and surprisingly that mentally ill doll maker.

Karl always doubted everyone, mainly to Mother Miranda and Alcina so it was no surprise for him to doubt you… and pity you.

But looking at you, it just weird— first off where the fuck did you came? Mother Miranda introduced you out of nowhere and you looked so lost and so small from everyone's gaze.

And your power is super hearing? Then— “Is the big bitch talking nonsense to me?” He would ask that every meeting before Alcina arrives and like to tease you with just small things.

He never teases you too far, respecting the boundaries.

“Are you a cat or a hamster?” He snorted, then thought again deeply. “Half and half maybe?”

The slow teasing and making fun with you was the most genuine Karl had ever enjoyed throughout his miserable life.

And now, he finally looks forward to every meeting.

Secretly, he did consider you as his family, his little hamster sister.

He would love to give you a small lightweight hammer which unsurprisingly, Alcina would throw away as they bicker, as usual.

“You can use this hammer to destroy a tall statue—” he casually pointed at Alcina, his gentle hands steadying you to look at her. “You see that big bitch? Yeah, use it to destroy it.”

Another bicker, but Karl knew how you looked a giggling mess to their meaningless fight.

He could wish to hear those silent laughs of yours, he knew it would be a sweet melody filling the atmosphere.

And he would secretly put a camera on your way to Donna's house, just to make sure you would arrive safely. If a lycan following you, Karl would definitely torture them into his playthings.

Salvatore Moreau

Another lord, another one who'll turn Mother Miranda's attention away from him.

He didn't know how to react, since most of his siblings didn't like him — especially how ugly he was.

But you? Oh you little curious thing, you approached him without any hesitation and would sit on the chair together with silence.

It was nice for Moreau that you were willing to sit beside him.

You would mutely give him a goodbye wave, smiling happily at him, he would give his best smile since you never judge his looks.

You and him didn't have any speech communication, it was just the two of you bonding on your own way.

And he was content with that, to feel someone that he is a family— you are his family.

He has never left alone since that day.

Mother Miranda

She knows everything about you— and secretly harbors such frustration because you are the closest (beating Alcina) to be a successful vessel for Eva.

However, the cadou didn't hold your voice too long as it disoriented your voice and became mute. In final touch, your hearing was the most sensitive part.

She ignores you, and is aware how hesitant you are but what you didn't know or anyone that she did look for you.

A couple of crows would watch, or how it will defend an upcoming lycan on your way. She did care but in her way of not showing it.

But one night, a rain heavily poured from the sky where the two of you caught rain— her wings stretched as it shielded you, ignoring your stare while remaining soaked in wet.

She truly reminds me of Eva, Miranda thought to herself, enjoying to feel your tiny fingers caressing her wings.

this is my first attempt making a headcanon so I'm not sure if this what the anonymous wanted but thank you for requesting🥺

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kittysl4t · 1 month

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Toji Fushiguro x f!reader

Description: It doesn't matter that you're in love with Toji's son. He can still take care of you in ways that you can only dream Megumi will ever be able to.

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“Um… Mr. Fushiguro, have you seen my bra? I swear I threw it over here somewhere.” You lay completely flat on the ground and search under the bed. You find your shirt, your pants, and your underwear, but there’s still no sign of your bra.

“Oh, sweet girl,” he says. “You know, I would help you look for your lost treasure, but, I just get so sluggish after a good fuck. Especially when it’s with your greedy self.” He chuckles quietly to himself, replaying the sound of your voice saying ‘more’ in his head.

“I know, it’s just… I don’t want to leave like this. What if Megumi comes home? I’m indecent.” You grunt as you stand up. You turn around to obscure your private areas, like Toji hadn’t just seen every part of you, and get dressed into what you could find.

“He’ll know he’s been waiting too long to fuck you, and then you kids can start going at it like rabid animals.”

It was a little uncomfortable to talk about being intimate with the man’s son, especially since you had just given yourself to him.

You turn to face the older man, and to your surprise but prominent relief, he has your bra spinning around his finger by one of the straps.

“Oh my god, thank you! Thank you so much, Mr. Fushiguro!” You smile brightly.

“First, it’s Toji. When you call me ‘Mr. Fushiguro’ it makes me feel ancient. Second, what are you thanking me for?” He stops spinning the garment and begins feeling the material.

“You found my bra. I don’t have to leave with my nipples poking through my shirt.”

The last statement drew attention to your chest from him. While he stares, he feels the little red satin bow that sits in the middle of your bra.

“Mm… I think i’ll keep it.”

Your heart dropped, and then the anxious feeling returned.

“It’s an incentive for you to come back to me. You can get it back next time, but only if you trade it for the one you’re wearing.”

“Mr.- Toji.” You inhale, a polite smile on your face. “Can I please have it back. I can’t walk out like this.”

“Sorry, baby. Just know that every time I look at it, i’ll think of how I manhandled you today.” He puts the garment on the pillow next to him, an act that made you lunge toward it to try and get it back.

“I thought I told you you couldn’t get it back today.” The devil shows its face through him. His grin is wicked, his eyes lidded like getting a rise out of you is no big deal.

“Then you can keep it because i’m never coming back here. You’ll never get me alone with you again.”

The man chuckles like you’re crying over spilt milk. “Come on, baby. You’re being dramatic. You should be glad that I want a memento for today.”

Your piercing gaze is the last thing Toji sees before you turn around and leave the room. You quickly create some distance from Toji’s room to kill any suspicion that arises from Megumi, but it was as if you had summoned your best friend the second you got two steps away from Toji's door.

“Hey, Megumi,” you try to say casually, like your heart isn’t in the depths of your stomach. He walks in clutching one of the straps of his backpack.

“Hey, sorry I made you wait so long. I know I said 3:30, but I had some things to finish up after class.”

“Yeah, yeah, no worries. I think i’m gonna head out right now. I have to work on the index cards for an upcoming presentation.”

Megumi’s eyes keep looking down at your arms over your chest.

“Are you cold or something? Here, take my jacket.”

“No, i’m fine. Megumi-” you pause abruptly, defeated. He’s already taking it off and handing it to you. You can’t deny him when he’s pushing it towards you.

You hear the door to Toji’s room open and take the jacket quickly, seeing the chance to cover your chest up while Megumi is distracted.

“Kid,” Toji greets his son, simplistically.

“Dad, ugh…” Megumi looks away in embarrassment. His nose scrunches and his eyebrows furrow. “Can you get decently dressed? Please?”

You turn around, catching a glimpse of the outline in Toji’s pants.

“Oh, i’m sure that your friend doesn’t mind that i’m comfortable in my own home.” He fires a wink towards you.

You turn away again, flustered. “N-Not at all. I’m gonna go. See you later, Megs. Thanks for the jacket.” You pick up your backpack from the wall it leaned against and walked as quickly as you could.

“See you soon,” Toji says.

The door is opened quickly and shut even quicker. Your heart races and your stomach has not stopped turning since Megumi got home. Your house is a far enough walk to give you time to think about why things happened the way they did.

“Why do you have to be so creepy?” Megumi grumbles, picking his backpack up from the floor, ready to head to his room.

“You would know all about creepiness, huh? Little weirdo,” Toji bites back.

Megumi huffs, walking off. Sometimes he wonders if the man is older than five.

“Wait, one more thing.”

The younger man turns to face him again. Careless, lidded eyes meeting a smug expression.

“Are you taking care of her?” Toji is the only one who knows the hidden meaning behind that question, leading to a confused reaction from his son.

“She’s just a friend from school. I’m sure she handles herself well enough.”

Toji snickers at the response, quickly coming up with something else that is just as confusing for Megumi.

“Are you checking her oil?”

“She doesn’t drive.”

Toji can’t hold back a chuckle, but throws one more curveball at Megumi.

“Have you attacked the pink fortress yet?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Megumi’s annoyed now, wanting to leave this conversation so badly.

“Jesus Christ, are you fucking her?”

Megumi’s eyebrows furrow like it was a preposterous thing to ask, especially by his father.

“No, i’m not. We’re just friends.”

“You should definitely get on that. She’s waiting for you.”

Now Megumi was interested. Not in the sex, but in what Toji saw when you talked to him. There must have been some spark to insinuate that he was capable of bedding someone as pretty as you.

“What do you mean?”

“‘See you later, Megs.’” Toji mimics your voice. “She wants your dick, and you’re so oblivious.”

“I’m done with you for today.” Megumi doesn’t even know why he expected a different response—something more realistic.

“Later, Megs.” He copies your nickname for Megumi.

—

It's been two weeks and you still feel like shit for screwing your best friend's dad. It doesn't help that he won't stop texting you, constantly reminding you of what happened.

Hey

You look away from your laptop for the first time in an hour or so, only to look at the smaller screen next to you. You roll your eyes, not wanting to indulge in whatever Toji wanted from you.

Three minutes went by and you didn’t respond, so Toji sent another message.

You still mad?

You didn’t intend to read the message, but you did through your peripheral vision. It only made your skin crawl even more.

Answer

Why aren’t you answering? Quit leaving me on read.

You sigh, shutting your laptop. He won’t leave you alone until you answer so you put away your computer and toss yourself on your bed.

What do you want, Fushiguro?

Oh you’re mad mad huh? This is fun.

If you don’t tell me what the hell you want i’m blocking you

No need to be feisty baby. I’m trying to call a truce.

Give it back and i’ll think about it

Give what back?

Toji was grinning sinisterly behind the screen. He knew what you were talking about but it was risky for you to mention it through text. What if Megumi went through his phone and saw this conversation?

You know what i’m talking about. Quit playing dumb.

Fine. Come back tomorrow and you can have it back.

What time? I have to study with Megumi.

Ditch him

It’s not up for discussion.

Ditch him or you don’t get your bra back.

You sigh. Megumi is your best friend. Why he chooses to hang out with you? You don’t know. But doing this is gonna make you feel even less deserving of his friendship.

Fine

Good girl. I’m expecting you tomorrow by 4:00 sharp.

Don’t make me wait any longer than I already am.

You roll your eyes and shut your phone off, turning onto your side to get some much needed rest.

—

Morning crept up on you dreadfully. You weren’t looking forward to lying to your best friend, especially when it involved seeing his dad behind his back.

Class went by slow, as if you were being given the time to sum up the courage to tell Megumi that you wouldn’t be studying with him later. In reality, you were overthinking it like hell because when you got around to telling Megumi, he was cool about it. He shrugged it off like it wasn’t a big deal and said that he would study with Yuji.

Your phone vibrates against your thigh, so you check what it is and almost drop it in the process of trying to hide it back in your pocket.

Do you want me to pick you up?

The message is unanswered for the duration of your lunch break. As you’re walking back to class you quickly respond.

I’ll walk

—

The rest of the day went by too quick. As the end of your last class neared, your heart refused to calm down. It’s not like you were looking forward to seeing this horrendous man, it’s just that his last message left you on edge.

You walked the distance to Megumi’s house once again. You really took your time, not wanting to show any signs of eagerness or urgency to meet up with Toji. You felt your phone continue to buzz in your pocket, so you checked to see who was spamming you.

Hurry up

It’s only 3:40. You’re in no rush to get to him anyway.

Where are you?

I’m so fucking hard, can you walk any faster?

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Your ears suddenly fill with huffs and moans, and the slick sound of Toji fisting himself until his dick spews. You shudder, the sounds making your heart race.

Just know i’m not keeping these conversations

I bet you wish you could

Now that Toji is expecting you, he keeps an eye on the door. The second you knock, he jumps up from the couch and rushes to the door. The door opens and you can’t even get a word in before you’re pulled into the house.

The door slams, and your back hits the wall.

“Take your shirt off.” He crashes his lips against yours, not allowing you to do anything. His hands go under your shirt, feeling your warm skin beneath his fingertips. “You’re early. Missed me, didn’t ya?”When you feel him go for the hooks of your bra, you push him lightly, making him stop.

“Slow down, Toji. I don’t want to be fucked against the door.”

He rolls his eyes, “Forgive me, I didn’t know I was screwing royalty.”

You shove his hands away from you, your expression showing utter disappointment.

“Fuck you. I don’t have to do anything for you. Keep the stupid bra.”

He grabs your wrist as you reach for the doorknob.

“No, wait. I was just messing with you, kid. You don’t really want to leave, do you?” He’s thinking with his dick. The rock hard one that’s outlined in his pants, poking at your thigh.

You drop your hand, his hand still around your wrist. “I don’t want to stay if you’re just gonna be a jackass."

“It’ll be good. Come on.” He pulls you along with him to the room.

You enter the room, and it’s as empty as you remember. No photos on the walls or on his dresser. The most prominent thing being his TV mounted on the wall.

“I don’t understand why you keep calling me back here. You talk to other women, and I have no doubt in my mind that you’re messing around with them, too.”

You sit down with Toji at the end of his bed. He chuckles, his hand caressing your face. “You’re my favorite.”

“It’s wrong, Mr. Fushiguro.” You ignore the look on his face after hearing you call him by his last name. “Do you ever think about Megumi? He’s my best friend, not to mention, your son.”

“My son’s got one hell of a best friend. So fuckin’ hot.” He brushes your breast with his hand, his lips going for your neck as his hands continue their wandering.

“I don’t love you, I hope you know that.” You shut your eyes, engulfed in the sensation of his rough hands on your skin. You feel his kisses get harsher against your neck, luring a hiss.

“That’s okay, doll.” He chuckles, his breath hitting the side of your neck. “You don’t have to love me to let me destroy your pussy.” His hand trails down from your chest to your stomach before dipping into your pants. He feels the lace trimmings of your panties and goes beneath the layer, his fingers meeting your folds within seconds. “So wet already. You sure you’re in not in love with me?” He teases, a grin playing on his lips as he glides his middle finger between your slit.

Your chuckle blends with a moan. “It’s always like that when I see Megumi.”

“You’ll be waiting a while, princess. That boy lacks my personality.”

You gasp as his finger makes its way inside you, slowly pumping in and out. “Oh, thank god. He’s perfect.”

Toji’s lips purse in a form of annoyance. “We can stop talking about that little shit, now.”

“You jealous?” You giggle. The laughing stops and your heart pounds when you’re pushed back onto the bed.

“You think you're funny, huh?” You’re completely surrendered to Toji, your arms up and pinned by his hands.

Your pussy clenches around nothing, partially from the lack of touch, partially from the vulnerability of your position. You’re nervous, but you still manage to utter out, “Then why aren’t you laughing?”

He oughta fuck the sassiness out of you. You must really want Megumi to catch you in the act.

“Keep it up, sweets. Really want to hear you talking like this when I don’t let you cum.”

You go silent as your own decision, but the reminder that you’re there voluntarily sits in the back of your mind.

“You’re so pretty when you shut up. Love when you listen.” He grins, his hand cupping your jaw loosely.

He leans forward and presses a chaste kiss to your lips. It’s not loving at all. Not with the way he bites your lip and tugs on it as he pulls away, leaving saliva and a sting on your lip that makes you wonder if he nicked you.

He exhales through his nose as if contemplating what to do with you now that you’re in his reach. There’s a lazy grin etched on his face, and he’s staring you down, taking in the clueless look on your face.

“Take it all off.”

You crack, a chuckle leaving you. What is so funny? He expects you to display yourself for him like he’s the one doing you a favor. The least he could do is peel the layers of clothes off of you.

“Forgive me, didn’t know I was in the presence of royalty,” you bite, mimicking his phrase from earlier. “The least you could do is take it all off for me.”

“Fucking hell.” He sits you up, grabbing the end of your shirt and pulling it up swiftly over your head.

You blink, a smirk on your lips when you see Toji’s deadpan expression.

“So lucky I love your tits.” For a second he was talking to them, not you. “So warm and soft and perfectly made to hold.” Once again you are pushed down onto the bed. He pulls his shirt off and takes off his sweatpants, tossing them somewhere in the room before laying over you, his eyes targeting your breasts. He pulls the cups of your bra down, allowing your breasts to spill out and display their malleability. “You’re killing me, mama.” His tongue licks a stripe over your right nipple, his fingers coming up to roll it in circles until it’s hard. “How can you keep this from me? Hm?”

Your breathing is shaky as he continues on abusing your boobs. You swear you could keep him there until you want to leave if you really wanted to. You wouldn’t even have to touch him anywhere near his dick and he wouldn’t notice.

“That feel good, pretty girl?” He only asks because he can feel your stomach quivering against his abs.

“I-I need more.” Your fingers run through his black locks, gripping somewhat as he just continues to lap at your stiffened buds. You could cum with just enough friction.

“You want me to fuck you?” He grins, looking down at you like you’re the pathetic one in this situation.

“Fuck,” you moan, loving the friction of his thigh between your legs. “C-Come on,” you mutter to yourself, chasing that shockwave of pleasure before Toji takes it away. He listens to the little pants and huffs you let out as you continue to roll your hips against his thigh, watching the way look around the room because you can’t even look him in the eyes from how flustered you are.

“That’s enough.” His hands easily put an end to what would have been a crushing orgasm. His hands push down on your hips. He thinks the way your thighs tremble is adorable, and your ragged breaths are even cuter. “Trying to get off on my thigh when my dick is right here? That’s the dumbest thing you’ve done so far.” He leans down, inches away from your face. “I know you were about to cum,” his voice goes sultry. He speaks enticingly, causing your pussy to flutter. “But, I can’t have that yet, doll.”

He kisses your chin, going down the column of your neck where he takes the opportunity to litter the area with rose colored marks.

“Why are you covering me in hickeys? It’s like you want Megumi to find out about us.”

“I want you to see them whenever you’re alone," he murmurs into your skin. "I know you’ll touch yourself to the memories of today.” He feels the way your nails sink into his biceps, causing him to look up at your slightly irked expression. “Don’t be ashamed, ma. I have my moments, too.” His hand reaches back down to play with your pussy again, his mouth now at your ear’s level. “You know what I really love to think about?”

“Oh,” you gasp. “W-What?”

“How easy it is to get you wet. Just gotta be close to you like this,” his middle and ring finger rub up and down your slit, slowly driving you crazy.

You whimper, closing your thighs around his hand. “Greedy as ever. Won’t even let me give you what I want without you taking more.” There’s a wicked grin plastered on his face, anyway. There’s a part of him that loves this greediness from you because it means that a part of you wants him, even with all your little fits.

"K-Keep—oh my god." You can't even get through your sentence when he starts kissing your neck while he continues rubbing your cunt.

"Hm?" He mumbles against your skin, slowly moving down towards you chest again.

"G-Go, keep going! I... I," you moan, only to be left panting with dissatisfaction.

"You're not gonna cum from my fingers, if that's what you think is happening." He raises his gaze to look at your teary eyes. "You gonna cry?" It makes him smile like the little sadist he is.

"Of course not," you say, blinking a tear away. "It's not like you didn't edge me three times already."

"You're just an impatient little princess. Wonder how my brat will handle this attitude from you."

It's a constant push and pull between you and Toji. He likes the challenge of making you submit because you like pushing his buttons when he wants to take his time.

You gasp when his thumb runs through your slit again, the rough pad giving your clit a couple rubs before pulling away again. It makes him chuckle, the way you tense at his touch.

"You're not that touch deprived, are you?" He puts a hand on each side of your head, leaning down to watch the flustered response your dumb little brain comes up with.

"You're the one messing with me." You huff, putting your hands on his chest.

"Don't you masturbate?" He asks, grinning at the tension that returns to your body at the question. "Touch yourself until you cum so hard that your brain goes numb?" He whispers in your ear, making you tremble. He teases your breasts, his fingers brushing them until you start squirming.

"I-I do," you stutter out.

"Yeah? What gets you going? Who's on your mind?"

He is a lot of the time. Occasionally, it's Megumi, but because most of the time he's so sweet to you, you find it a little hard to sexually fantasize about him. Whereas his dad looks at you like you're something he can pin down so effortlessly, and now has proof that can do it, too. When you go over to his house to study with Megumi, Toji watches you so intently, and you can feel his gaze like a laser pointer aimed between your brows. You can't admit that to him, though. His ego will burst from how inflated it is. You also want to see the look on his face when he you tell him that Megumi is what you think about.

"Megumi."

He lets out a deep chuckle. You can see the irritation on his face. It's something that makes you grin.

"We'll see if you're still thinking of him in a minute."

The precum on the front of his boxers is now visible, something that makes your heart beat so fast. He sees the way you look at the bulge in his boxers— half amazed, half scared. Now that managed to boost his ego regardless of you trying to throw him off earlier. You almost choke on your spit when he takes his boxers off. Your eyes go wide for a second, and your heart starts threatening to jump out of your chest once he gets back on the bed.

"H-How?" You ask, looking at the cocky expression on his face. He knows exactly what you're wondering about.

"We've done it before, we can do it again." He kisses your knee, his hand trailing up your thigh. He thinks back to the first time he got you in his bed, and how your eyes twinkled at the size of his cock. He laughs quietly at the image before him. Same woman, same reaction.

"It's gonna hurt again." You say, as he gets closer, his cock grazing your thigh.

"Only for a second, and then we both get the best orgasm of our lives." His hand caresses your face, his thumb rubbing soothingly over the apple of your cheek.

"Okay, fine."

"Good girl," he almost purrs. He hasn't been able to stop thinking about you since the last time you were in his room. You were so tight, almost like you were brand new. The feeling haunted him for those two weeks. Whenever Megumi came home, he looked out for you, hoping that when you did tag along, you searched for him too.

You couldn't deny that him calling you a good girl sparked something in you. It was approval from someone older than you, someone who is very attractive and is in the middle of showing you how attracted they are to you.

"You ready?" He asks, rubbing the outside of your thigh soothingly.

You nod, and Toji gives your thigh a little slap. You laugh at the smirk growing on his face, knowing what he's on about.

"I'm ready," you confirm more clearly.

"Good. I'll go slow like last time."

You nod, nervous again. He runs the tip through your folds, watching your face as he teases you. You look like you're premeditating the pain, your brows slightly pinched as you wait. The tip finally slides in, luring a whine out of you.

"Shh... it's okay. We got it going." It's always hard for Toji to be slow and gentle when you look like that, but he does it so that there are more tears of pleasure than there are of pain. He pushes in a little more, listening to every sound you make. The little whimpers as he stretches you while he works to make you take more of him in, the sniffling as tears start to brim in your eyes.

"Good, so good," he praises. He leans into the crook of your neck, kissing, and leaving souvenirs of your time spent with him. He attempts to distract you from the ache of him pushing deeper by biting your shoulder just hard enough to focus on the new area of pain.

"Ow, f-fuck," you moan, one of your hands tugging at his hair while the other rests on the nape of his neck.

"Just a little more. Almost there," he says, stifling a groan. While you're trying to adjust to his length, he's trying not to bust in less than a minute because of how tight you're clenching around him. "It's okay," he assures, unable to hold back a chuckle when he sees the tears gliding down both your cheeks. He wipes them away with his thumb and leans down to kiss your lips, using this as another distraction from the last push. You gasp and try to pull away from the kiss once he pushes the rest of his cock in, but Toji kept his mouth latched to yours, swallowing every whimper and cry that came with your pain.

He finally releases you, instantly noticing the new color on your tear-stained cheeks. You're blushing over his kiss?

"Didn't know a kiss would rile you up so much." He chuckles, wiping a few more tears off your cheeks.

"You never kiss me like that."

He sees the stars formed in your eyes. It's kinda cute.

"Eh, anything to get you to focus on something other than me stretching you out." He looks away for second to kill the romance trying to seep into the situation.

You put your hands on his chest and slowly move them upwards to his shoulder. "That's all of you, right?"

"Right. Can I start fucking you now?" He wraps your legs around his waist to give him better leverage, and positions his hands at each side of your head.

"Do it. I want it."

You shook something inside of him with that one.

"You want what?" He asks, making sure he's in his right mind and not just hearing what he wants to hear.

"I want your cock, Toji. Wreck me again."

It made chills run up his spine to hear you say that, especially with the way your nails gently dragged up and down his shoulders.

He starts moving his hips, starting at a slow pace even if you didn't ask him to. He pulls out, then slowly pushes in again. Your little moans are adorable every time he pushes into you again. He's turning you into a flustered mess with how intently he watches you. You can hardly hold eye contact with him. His face is inches away from yours, memorizing the way your lip quivers after biting it. Then he hears something that takes him back to the first time you slept with him.

"M-More, Toji. Faster, please."

"Greedy as always, hm?" His tone is raspy as he tries to remain composed. Nonetheless, he complies with your wishes, picking up the pace. The new pace instantly makes your chest rise and fall quicker, panting at the pleasure being fed to you.

"H-Huh? How's that?" He groans. "Don't wanna break ya." He chuckles breathily.

"F-Fuck, so good. Just want you... w-want you to make me cum," you moan, your stomach quivering.

"Yeah? Want me to make you cum?" He coos. The way your eyes rolled back made his cock twitch inside you.

"You're so fucking big, I can feel you rearranging my insides."

Toji realizes you've reached the point where you're so fucked out that you start babbling nonsense. This is his favorite part because when you're not talking, your moans get louder and fill in the silence perfectly. Your moans go straight to his dick, making it just so much better.

"You're so pretty like this, all desperate for my cock."

"Toji," you moan needily.

He can hear his heartbeat in his ears. You have a twisted way of making his heart race over something that isn't cardio.

"Toji..." you repeat, your voice like slick honey. Your nails dig into his back when he prods at your sensitive spot, your hips rolling up against his thrust.

"Fuck," he groans. "What is it?" His grip tightens into a fist on the sheets.

"I just really like saying your name. Fuck, Toji," his name rolls off your tongue again, the sultry sound reaching his ears so quickly.

"I will cum right now if you say my name like that again."

You giggle, watching a bead of sweat glide down his temple. You wipe it away the way he wiped away your tears, and this flipped a switch inside Toji's head. He laces his fingers between yours and pins them above your shoulders. You feel even more vulnerable beneath him, and he can keep you pinned there for as long as he wants.

"You think that's funny, doll?" He presses his nose to yours. Your pussy clenches at his tone, but you have no choice but to fend for yourself against this god of a man. So, you nod and bat your lashes at him. "Say it again."

"Toji."

His thrusts quicken and you feel like you're inching closer towards this 'best orgasm of your life' he mentioned before.

"Again," he grunts. His eyes are so dark as they keep you locked in his gaze. His lips hover over yours, ghosting them as you follow directions.

"T-Toji..." you whimper, your cheeks getting hot again like before.

"God... say it again," he croaks. He is so close, his mind is clouded as hell.

"O-Oh my god, Toji." You gasp, digging your heels into his lower back. You arch your back, rolling your hips against the bed as you cum so hard that you feel you might make Toji's knuckles bleed with how hard you dig your nails into them. Your toes curl and your mind goes hazy for a second. You're grounded by the feeling of Toji still drilling your sensitive cunt, chasing his own end.

"Oh fuck, just a little longer. Please, sweetheart," he groans, burying his face in your neck. You could hear hear all his moans and grunts so close to your ear as he gets closer to his orgasm. It fueled your attraction to him like gallons of gasoline fuel explosive fires, and it really did feel explosive in the moment. He nibbles on your neck as he nears his orgasm. Your thighs tremble around his hips, your knuckles white from the tightness of your grip.

"O-Oh fuck.. Gotta pull out, doll... Let me pull out," he says, releasing your hands and moving quickly as the cum threatened to burst out of him and into you. The emptiness in your pussy felt strange because you were filled by him for so long. You instantly missed the feeling.

You watched the frenzied state he was in with stars in your eyes, the look on his face as he released thick spurts of cum all over his stomach. The stuttered cursing as he swiped his thumb over the slit of his tip to collect the dollop of cum left. He chuckles, breathlessly, upon turning his lidded gaze to you. "Whatcha thinking about?"

You sit on your knees, and wait for him to catch his breath before saying anything.

"What is it, pretty girl?"

"Can I?" You look at the thick substance on his thumb.

"Really?" He asks, a smirk on his face that practically calls you pathetic. You nod, so he raises his hand up to your face, the pad of his thumb smearing his cum all over your lips before lowering your bottom lip and allowing you to taste it off the digit. You lap at his thumb, wrapping your lips around it once you licked it clean.

"You're so fuckin' nasty," he says as his cock threatens to ask for another round with you. He can feel it twitching as you suck on his thumb. The warmth of your mouth and the way you maneuvered your tongue around him was driving him just a little crazy. He can't help but stare at your glossy, saliva and cum coated lips.

You pull away, immediately licking off the cum on your lips. "What?" You ask, when you notice the way he's looking at you. Looking like he's going to pounce on you again. He developed a similar twinkle in his eyes as you.

"I didn't say anything."

"You didn't have to say anything. You gave me a look," you tease.

He's quiet for a second, allowing you to read the expression on his face. "There's just no way you can do that to my kid."

You burst out in laughter, slowly making your way to the edge of the bed. You see all your clothes on the floor and quickly locate your bra.

He moves towards the head of the bed, and leans on the headboard. "You'll kill him if you do."

You keep giggling as you get dressed. "Aw, did you almost die?"

He chuckles at your jab and leans into it. "Saw my life flash before my eyes for a few seconds."

You sigh contently, "Good. Well, gotta go." You start towards the bedroom door.

Toji quickly wraps the sheets around his lower half, and shuffles over to you. "So, when will I see you again?"

Your hand remains on the doorknob. "You're funny." You giggle, shaking your head. You turn the doorknob and open the door.

Toji pushes it shut and keeps his hand pinned on the door. "Tell me you've had better sex." His enticing green eyes hold you down, and suddenly you're fluttering down there again.

"I've had better sex," you challenge.

"Mean it, princess," he argues, but the corner of his lip twitches, a grin forcing itself out.

"I hate you." Toji swears that's the sweestest voice he's ever heard. You unintentionally sugarcoated your sentence.

"That's what makes it so good." His hand releases the door and settles on your shoulder. "I wanna see you again."

"You're obsessed," you laugh.

"I'm gonna text you."

You open the door again, effortlessly as Toji stopped putting pressure on it. You walk out, and Toji only takes a couple steps out to follow you, given the status of his clothes. "Remember, it's gonna be a long wait for Megumi. I hope know that. Boy's got no type of awareness."

"I'll gladly wait."

"Wouldn't mind keeping you until then," he shoots, eyeing your frame from behind.

"You should really find someone closer to your own age, Mr. Fushiguro," you tease, a playful smirk resting on your lips. You wave goodbye not turning to look back at him. Toji returns to his room, dropping the sheets as soon as the door closed.

Megumi won't be home on Wednesday

Come keep me company

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