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strawbxrrymiilk · 3 years

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taking care of you

includes. step-dad! matsukawa issei x f!reader

cw. step-cest, age gap, infidelity, toys [vibrating dildo], mirror sex, overstimulation, squirting, he slaps your tits a few times, pussy-job, vaginal penetration, creampie, cumplay?

wc. 2.7k

a/n. part of @sugawara-sweetheart’s decadence collab, thank you for letting me join!!

mattsun was a good guy. he married your mom, despite her always being away for her work, and he never said no to taking care of you, even if you were old enough to stay home alone for a few days. still, mattsun would take good care of you, in any way you needed.

“what took you so long, daddy?” he’s glad to be back home, especially when he walks through the door and finds you in nothing but a tiny crop top and his favorite panties. you really knew how to rile him up, didn’t you?

he will admit, he did take longer than usual to take your mom to the airport, and he’s sorry for wasting valuable time with you while going to the store, but he’s sure what he bought for you will make up for the lost time.

“what’s in the bag?” you follow him like a lost puppy, eager to find out what he hid in the bag, only for him to snatch it away and flick your forehead. you whine and pout, mad at him for being so secretive with you.

“it’s a surprise” he says, rubbing the spot in your forehead that he’d flicked. “you wouldn’t want to ruin it, right?” you nodded in understanding, but curiosity still ate up a part of your head, gnawing at you insides with an itch to know what the supposed ‘surprise’ was. though, it’s only expected to be a good thing, if it’s coming from him.

last time he brought a surprise like this one, he brought you a collar, the word ‘pet’ engraved in lovely lettering. it’s one of his favorite things to this day, his favorite to pull on when you miss behave.

“now go your room, you know what to do” it’s a routine at this point, you go to the room and take off your shirt, no bra since you know he likes to peer at your nipples through your shirt, and leave your panties on for him to take off just like he loves to do. you sit on the edge of the bed and wait for him to enter the room, only getting wetter with every passing second.

the door creaks as he opens it, and you quickly turn to him, kneeling on the bed and looking up at him with dough eyes, ones that begged him to finally have his way with you once again.

he turns and sits on the bed, comfortable and patting the space between his open legs, prompting you to sit in front of him, so you do. you sit and look back at him, looking for any sign of discomfort on his face, only to be met with his hard cock pressing against your lower back.

“spread your legs” you do as instructed, giving him easy access to your clothed cunt. he runs his fingers over your panties, damp with your slick as they’re taken off with his thick fingers. his eyes never leave yours when he’s undressing you, always pleased to see the embarrassed face you have when he uncovers your wet core and spreads your legs a little wider.

you throw your head back and bury it on his shoulder, that’s when you notice your reflection in the mirror, the body length mirror that stood in front of the bed, giving you the perfect view of your aroused figures laying on the bed. it certainly wasn’t there before.

“do you like it?” he asks, noticing your face go warm at the sight of your naked body, exposed and aroused even though he’s barely touched you. “answer, pretty girl”

“yes! i-... i do” you can only watch helplessly as he runs his fingers over your folds, teasing touches building up a tight knot in your stomach, the one he’d break every time he fucked you. he inserts a finger, and he’s quick to set up a steady place that hits your g-spot every time, curling it at the perfect spot that left white splotches in your vision. not long after, he added another finger, making your back arch off the bed at the sudden intrusion and pleasure.

despite it being just his fingers, they were significantly thicker than yours, always a struggle to get used to them when he fingered you. just when you feel your high approaching, he pulls his hand away from you, leaving you empty.

you roll your hips and whine at the lost pleasure, desperately searching for his fingers in hopes he could relieve the ache between your thighs. instead he ignores you and rummages through the bag he brought, pulling out a vibrating dildo.

“wait- daddy...” as soon as you see it, his intentions are written all over his face and reflected on the mirror in front of you, he can’t keep his composure much longer. “daddy?” you ask innocently as he cleans the toy, turning on the vibrator to make sure the batteries were working.

“daddy, please” you don’t know what you're begging for, since you can’t decipher if the feeling in your stomach is just your arousal or the fear of having something like that in you. it’s nothing you haven’t taken before, it can’t even compare to your step-father’s cock, but a toy like that is still new to you, so he makes sure to slowly spread it across your slit first.

he lets you get used to it as he slowly inserts it in your hole, he can’t help himself from getting harder in his pants as he has a full view of how eagerly your cunt swallows the toy, still mindful of your comfort and pleasure as he finally bottoms it out inside your walls. he slowly pulls it out, not completely, just enough to have you writhing from the abuse to your walls.

he pushes the toy back in, and repeats the motion over and over again, watching your furrowed eyebrows and your o shaped mouth in the mirror.

"daddy! 's too much" you whine, and watch as he fakes a pout to his face.

"that's too bad," he's careless to your pleas and begs, only focused on watching as your greedy hole takes in the toy. he can't wait to replace it with his cock.

he turns on the vibrations, watching as you try your best to shove his hand away from your chest, pawing at his wrist in hopes he would give you a second to breathe, away from the torturing pleasure. but mattsun is stronger than you, you've come to realize that after the many nights you've spent with your wrist bound by his hands above your head, and how he can bring your hips down to meet his in every harsh thrust with minimal effort. that's why its so hard to tear him away from you right now, he's so engulfed in the sight in front of him, and he's not ready to stop anytime soon.

"wait- wait! 'm gonna cum, gonna c-cum" you babble your way to a warning, the prettiest fucked out face reflected in the mirror when he sends you into pure bliss with the pace of his hand, angling the tip of the toy to hit that spongy spot inside your walls. once you come down from your high, he's quick to flip you around, now kneeling on top of him as he pulls out the toy and presses it against your clit.

"ah! n-no, please no!" you whine, fisting his shirt with nimble fingers that can only hold on so long before you're burying your face in the crook of his neck, squealing and panting incessantly from the overstimulation. "fuck- no! please! gonna make a mess if you k-keep doing that-"

"make a mess princess, show me how good you feel when i tease you" it was too embarrassing to process, and too complicated to comprehend for your pleasure filled mind. you can't think about his words right now, if you do, the coil deep within your body might finally snap after so many efforts of holding back.

"n-no! please don't" you start nipping desperately at his neck, nibbling on the once clear skin, now littered with hickies and bite marks.

"let go baby, cum for me" he groans against you, rolling the tip of the vibrator against your clit, prompting the spray of juices that makes a puddle in the sheets beneath you. your thighs shake, and your hole clenches around nothing, in need to be filled by something.

his name paints your lips perfectly, having it moaned so prettily breaks the final string for him, not giving you a moment of rest before he's pulling out his cock. it slaps with a slight tap against his tummy, the tip swollen and aching to be touched, to be buried in the paradise between your legs.

he sits you on the bed as he gets up and struggles to take his shirt and his pants off. his eyes are filled with the need for you, the need to make you his and and only his. he positions you on his lap again, this time facing him and grinding you against his cock.

he takes his time going down your body once he's finished taking off his clothes, gently kissing your lips, making a mess of your tongue's as they dance together in need for each other. then he keeps going lower, from your lips to your neck, to your tits.

he always had a fascination for your chest, always insisted on how pretty they looked on you. on daring occasions he would even touch them and squeeze them when his wife wasn't looking, when she would be too distracted watching the movie to even notice how he teased your nipples underneath the blanket that covered you both.

he's so entranced with how they jiggle when he slaps them, not noticing the small tears that gather at the corner of your eyes.

"aww, little crybaby" he fakes compassion for you. "i didn't even slap you that hard" he says. his lips grow hungrier for you, kissing and nibbling at your skin like you'd done earlier. he goes back up to your face, leaving open mouthed kisses on your cheek while he positioned his cock close to your entrance.

when you feel him so close to you, you can't help but buck your hips against him, accidentally rubbing your clit against the head of his cock, making you whine and shiver on top of him. what a lovely sight, he thinks.

he knows he can't stop you now, especially with the way you're humping his cock like this. its embarrassing how much he enjoys this, he's even moving his hips in rhythm with yours, so lost in the feeling of your warmth.

"haahh- daddy!" you moan the given name and repeat it like a prayer, your mind clouded with another orgasm. you're so close to cumming on him, so many highs have made your body so sensitive and receptive to every touch he leaves on your body, heightening the feeling of his fingertips on your body.

poor you, he's merely helping you, moving your hips when he noticed your grinding was taking a sloppy pace, so he takes matters into his own hands. he helps you ride out your high, prolonging your ecstasy while he tries his best to hold back his own. he'd be ashamed of himself if he came from just a pussy-job.

you collapse on top of him when you're done, panting and struggling to regain your breath.

"don't go dumb on me now pretty girl" you open your eyes to see him towering over you, this time he taps the head of his cock against your clit and doesn't wait a second longer before he puts in the tip.

just the tip, waiting for you to realize he wouldn't go further if you didn't beg for him to do so.

"please please, please issei-" he interrupts you with a smack to your ass.

"that's not my name princess, what's my name?"

"daddy! daddy please!" he mutters a little teasing please what? to which you can only respond with a "put it all in, pl-please daddy!"

you spread your legs wider for him, a sign of your submission to him, and how you're willing to let him do anything he pleases with your body. you know he'd take good care of you.

his hands are heavy on your body as he brings your hips down to meet his in a smooth thrust to sheathe himself completely, the base of his cock now coated in a thin layer of white sheen when he pulls out.

he starts a slow pace, but he still hits your cervix perfectly every time. soon he's rutting his hips desperately against you, his balls hit your ass cheeks with every stroke to your tight walls. he knows just what to do to make you claw at his back in little time, pleased to feel the burn of your nails on his back muscles.

"god, you're perfect" he mumbles close to your ear, nipping at the flesh while you whine his name over and over, careless to anyone who might hear you.

who cares if the neighbors have to warn your mother that they heard weird noises, that they think he's cheating on her. he is cheating on her, but you couldn't care at a time like this, not when he's making sure every muscle of your body feels sore tomorrow morning, and you won't be able to walk. he'll have to carry you like the big baby he thinks you to be, and it will probably give him the perfect excuse to fuck you against the wall anyways.

but right now, he's drooling at the sight of his wet cock, and how it slides in and out of your heat at a hypnotizing pace.

"oh daddy!" you keep moaning his name like that, only driving him to groan yours in response as he gets closer and closer to his high while you're already writhing and kicking your legs around him. you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you and assuring he won't pull out any time soon. you only worry in vain, there's no way he's gonna pull out now when he's buried balls deep into your cunt.

his thrusts are messy, wet and lingering with pleasure, only sending you over the edge in another nerve wrecking orgasm. your thighs shake in agony, ecstasy fills your body while you grip onto the sheet next to you, fisting the blankets in an attempt to get some relief from his ongoing thrusts.

he mumbles curses under his breath when he starts shooting hot ropes of his cum into you. the feeling of his cum filling you up around his cock is one of his favorite feelings, aside from the sensation of your wet cunt squeezing him and milking him for all his cum.

"hmm, thank you daddy, thank you" you babble, mind fucked out with only thoughts of him clouding your mind.

now comes his favorite part, the reason he installed the mirror in the first place.

he balances his weight on one elbow next to you, the perfect view of the mirror visible to him as he toys with your puffy lips, purposefully spreading your pussy with his fingers and watching his cum drip out of your clenching hole. you don't even try to hold it in, letting him do as he wants with your cum filled pussy.

he's finally done with you, finally satisfied with his work on your body as he lays down next to you, he knows the bliss won't last long before takes you to the shower to clean up, but before that happens he wants to lay down next to you. he wants to revel in your presence for all those nights he couldn't because your mother was home.

"we shouldn't be doing this" you say. that phrase always catches him off guard even though he already knows you'll say it.

"you say that every time we finish" he reminds you, pulling your body closer to him. his hand on your waist is gentle, a small touch that speaks more than his words do. it means he'll always take care of you.

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strawbxrrymiilk · 3 years

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Laundry Day

Pairing: Natsuo x OlderSister!Reader

Tags/Warnings: tw incest, panty kink, breeding kink, dirty talk

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: This is a reupload of an already answered request! I’m editing some of my longer ones and reposting them so I can organize my masterlist a bit easier! You can find the original ask here

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“Natsuo, do you have any laundry? I’m going to start a load.”

Natsuo peeks his gaze up from his phone to find his older sister in the doorway- a laundry basket hitched on your hip and a tired look on your face. You’ve been busy cleaning all day and he can’t blame you for looking exhausted.

His eyes drift to the basket and he takes a deep breath when he notices your clothes piled into it, offers you a smile.

“Yeah but, hey, why don’t you let me take care of the laundry? You’ve been cleaning all day- take a break!”

Your brow furrows a little as you consider his offer, but you nod after a moment- slowly, just a little unsure.

“I…yeah. I could use a break. Thank you, Natsuo.”

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strawbxrrymiilk · 3 years

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Best You’ll Ever Have, Worst You’ll Ever Know

Pairing: Stepdad!Shinsou / Female Reader

Genre: Smut (18+, Minors Do Not Interact)

Tags: Pseudo incest, drug usage + drugging (weed), noncon/dubcon, virginity loss, daddy kink, degradation, dick piercings, dumbification, cum eating/feeding

Word count: 4014

Note: Title is from the song “Alien Blues” by Vundabar

Your stepdad is probably one of the coolest people you know. He’s close to your moms age, maybe a couple years younger? When you first met him, his bright purple dyed hair caught your attention immediately, and already you approved of him.

He has so many piercings- a septum, one on the side of his nose, a bridge piercing, endless ear piercings, snake bites, and two in his cheeks. It doesn’t end there, though. Not only does he have piercings, but he has more tattoos than you could ever hope to count or describe.

Not only does he look cool, but Shinsou (he told you to call him Hitoshi) acts cool too. He’s such a relaxed person, and you were so worried about holing up in your room the second your mom got a boyfriend, but Hitoshi is so chill you aren’t worried about walking around the house in your pajamas, or staying up late and watching a movie with him and your mom.

Plus, Hitoshi is more than just a generally nice guy to be around. You brag to all your friends about how “my stepdad is so chill, he’s more like a cool roommate than anything.” You were so worried that he’d be mean, or strict, but instead he doesn’t say a word when you come home late, drunk and a little bit high.

No, instead of alerting your mother of your rebelliousness, he helps you up to your room, aids you in taking off your clothes and shimmying into pjs, and doesn’t make any notes of complaint when you throw up in the toilet. No, he’s just so cool and so chill, and the only convincing he needs to keep his mouth shut is sloppy peppered kisses on his face as you whine how tired you are, too sleepy to feel his hard-on against your thigh.

Kisses that you never seem to remember in the morning, when you wake up and wonder how you managed to get changed, fix your hair, and get into bed after such a crazy night at your friends house.

Hitoshi is the best, and you almost don’t mind it when he keeps his hand on the small of your back when walking somewhere, or on your thigh when he drives you to your friends house. You almost don’t mind that he texts you often to check up on how you’re doing, that he adds winks onto the ends of playfully(?) suggestive texts, ones that make your stomach flutter and face burn.

Sometimes he calls you things like “kitten” or “baby girl.” You’ve convinced yourself that he’s just being friendly and fatherly- he’s trying to connect with you.

Not that Hitoshi really needs to be worried about connecting with you, it’s often you feel like he makes more of an effort than your own mom does. He listens to the music you like and shows you his own, he watches the shows you enjoy and recommends ones he likes, he even encourages you to go out and have fun with your friends, unlike your mom who always fusses about you getting into trouble.

Hitoshi is just… he’s just cool. He’s a go-with-the-flow kinda guy, and the only times he ever disagrees with your mom is when she thinks your clothes are too revealing, or too tight. Hitoshi, however, doesn’t care at all. He doesn’t mind your short shorts, or strappy crop tops. He doesn’t mind you not wearing a bra around the house, or if he can see the elastic band of your underwear peeking out from underneath your shorts.

“It’s summer, kiddo. You wear whatever you want” is a frequent sentence that comes out of your stepdads mouth, often a small bit of aid and reassurance after your mom gets mad and tells you to go upstairs and change.

“You look fine, go hang out with your friends,” is what he says with a smile, and you’re too happy to even entirely register the small pat on your ass he gives you before you go out to your car.

Hitoshi is so, so cool, and you don’t even question it when he takes out a bong the evening your mother has an overnight shift. It’s so pretty, the glass looking practically holographic as you stare in awe while he sets it all up.

“How’d you hide this from mom, ‘toshi?” You whisper, although the softness of your voice wasn’t needed. Hitoshi snickered, looking you up and down with those beautiful amethyst eyes of his.

“There are some things that are better kept a secret, and I know damn well how your mom ain’t a fan of weed. I usually just go light up with some of my friends- like Denki, remember him?”

You knew Denki; you had met him a few times. He was a family friend, and had come over for dinner more than once. He was funny, but his sense of humor wasn’t nearly as good as Hitoshi’s sarcasm.

You nodded at your stepdad, and he snickered again. It was all ready, and you watched with practical stars in your eyes as he took a slow hit, the smoke billowing out of his nose and mouth as he sighed happily. As he huffed a few more breaths out, the pattern of the smoke made him look like a dragon. Hitoshi then offered you the bong, and you hesitated, unsure.

“What,” he snorted, “don’t act like you’ve never taken a hit before. You come home all the time smelling like weed, doll. You ain’t fooling me, even if you try.”

You shied away, fiddling with your fingers.

“That’s just cause they- my friends- smoke weed, not me. I’ve never actually tried it before, I’ve just been around while they smoked.”

Hitoshi raised his eyebrows, looking down at you. It made you feel small, but you found you didn’t dislike it that much.

“So you’ve only secondhand smoked, if even that?”

You nodded dumbly, and Hitoshi laughed softly, “Then I’ll lead you through it. Sound like a good plan to you?”

It seemed the only response you could manage was nodding, and Hitoshi smiled before taking another slow hit. You watched in soft awe as he inhaled, his body relaxing slowly. As he held it, he reached out, his fingers curling under your chin. Eagerly, maybe a bit too eagerly, you leaned forward, your mouth falling open as he blew the smoke out. Carefully, you took it in, coughing for a moment as it all puffed out, and Hitoshi snickered.

“Good girl, took that like a champ.”

You giggled, already feeling the familiar gooeyness that being around your friends while they smoked. Hitoshi gestured for you to lean in again, and the process was repeated, over and over and over again. He left for a moment, and you had whined, your head hazy and warbled and you couldn’t focus on anything. When Hitoshi came back, he had a beer in his hands, and offered you a sip.

He laughed when you cringed at the taste of it, your face scrunching.

“Beer sucks, ‘toshi. It’s so stupid bitter, I hate it, ‘toshi.”

He had moved you around, pulled you over into his lap like you weighed nothing. You were leaned up against his chest, and his hands were settled on your thighs, slowly rubbing up and down the exposed skin, your pajama shorts having ridden up.

“Yeah, yeah. You’ll get used to it soon enough, kitten.”

You whimpered softly when his hands that had been settled on your thighs moved up a bit, forcing your already bunched-up shorts even higher. You squirmed, your eyebrows furrowing, your muddled mind not able to make proper sense of what was going on.

“Toshi-?”

“Hush.”

One of his hands dipped between your legs, brushing over your inner thighs and you squeaked, your hand moving out to try and snatch Hitoshi’s wrist. He batted it away easily, grabbing both of your forearms with one hand and forcing you to hold them to your chest, and you whined.

“What’re you doin? Please lemme go, ‘toshi. It- it hurts. You’re hurtin’ me.”

Hitoshi pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head as his fingers grazed over your clothed entrance, making your hips squirm.

“I’m just checking something, kitten. You gotta sit real still for me, okay?”

A whimper escaped you, but you listened. After all, your step dad was the chillest and coolest person you knew, so what could even go wrong? Why would he ever want to do anything bad to you?

His hand crept up, and you shrieked as he tugged your shorts down to your knees in one swift motion. Your wrists jerked in Hitoshi’s firm grip, your legs kicking out, nearly knocking over the bong. He practically growled, forcefully rolling the two of you over until you were pinned underneath him, both of your wrist still trapped in his grip and pressed against the floor above your head. Your thighs were tossed over his, your pajama shorts long gone, and his hips were pressed flush against yours, something hard and foreign pressing up against the white fabric of your panties.

You were so confused, tears pricking in your eyes as you looked up at the man you had thought was chill and nice, but instead is- is- is pinning you and stealing your shorts? You whined loudly as his hips stuttered, and he looked down at you with his face lightly pinked and his eyes wide.

“Toshi- toshi what’s happening-“

“Hush,” he said lowly, the hand that wasn’t holding your wrists trapezing over your slightly exposed stomach.

“I told you, kitten. I’m just checking something, and you need to hold still. You gotta listen to me; listen to your daddy, alright?”

“But you’re not-“

“Ah,” he tsked, his grip on your wrists tightening for a moment, “yes I am. Go on, kitten. Address me properly.”

You sniffled, wanting to wriggle in his hold but disliking the hot and heavy bulge that seems to twitch every time you move. You manage to get out of the clouds for a long enough moment to realize:

Oh shit, he’s hard.

But at the same time… is it really that bad? It’s not like Hitoshi was attractive, and he has so many cool piercings…

You couldn’t even think as your step father pushed your shirt up, his hands feeling impossibly warm and rough against your soft skin. Softly, he held the hem of the fabric, and muttered “open.” Obediently, you took the fabric in your mouth, closing around it. Hitoshi grinned sinisterly at you, his eyes flickering with something dark, something you’ve never seen before.

Hitoshi practically purred at the sight of your bare chest, his hand moving to brush over your nipples, his cold metal rings making your nerves spike and a whimper escape your mouth. The shirt muffled the noise, and he tugged on your chest, making a louder keen slip out. He seemed pleased at that, and moved on.

“Sweet girl,” he cooed, and a shot of something warm coiled in your gut, “you’re making the prettiest fuckin’ noises, and I’ve barely even touched you. Cute.”

Hitoshi made eye contact with you, and your heart felt like it dropped from your chest to your gut, and you could barely breathe.

“If I let go of your wrists, will you cooperate, kitten?”

Slowly, you nodded. Hitoshi raised his eyebrow questioningly, and you moved your head more eagerly, desperate to get his harsh grip off of you.

To get it somewhere else.

He pulled his hands away, but you were too sluggish to move them away from their spot. He smirked at your lack of movement, and his hands glided down your sides, making your breath hitch. He gripped your hips, and ground slowly against you.

A soft gasp escaped, and your shirt fell from your mouth.

“Ah- ‘toshi-!”

He tsked you, the sound disapproving but the predatory look on his face implied an emotion far different than disappointment.

“How about something other than ‘toshi’, hm, sweetheart? How about- ngh- how about daddy, hm?”

You whimpered, biting your bottom lip as he leaned over you, his hard cock straining against his sweatpants and pressing against your clothed pussy. You were clearing up a bit, the high from all the previous hits waning. Hitoshi seemed to notice, and swiftly leaned away, keeping you on the floor as he slowly inhaled some smoke, only to come back, goad your mouth open, and exhale it into you.

Your brain was almost immediately completely foggy once again, and he snickered as he flicked your forehead playfully.

“Did you hear what I said, princess?”

Dumbly, you shook your head left and right, staring up at him with wide eyes that never seemed to quite focus on anything.

“Don’t call me ‘toshi right now. I want you to try out ‘daddy’ instead. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

You didn’t really wanna, but you also felt like he wasn’t offering it as a choice.

“D- daddy?”

Hitoshi groaned, and ground his hips against yours roughly. You gasped, arousal burning in your core. He leant down, swiftly locking his lips with yours. You whined into the touch, your back arching. Hitoshi’s hands wandered down to your hips, and he shifted backwards as he hooked his fingers onto the elastic of your panties, slowly tugging them down. You made no move to fight as he maneuvered your legs, until the panties were off and tossed onto the floor. You shivered as the air conditioning of the house met your slick-covered thighs.

“Are you a virgin, hm?” Hitoshi murmured, as he slowly tugged his loose sweatpants down his thighs, revealing his lean abdominals, and sharp v-line. You gasped softly, realizing he wasn’t wearing any boxers.

“I asked you a question, kitten. Are you too excited to think properly?”

You nodded slowly, heat rushing to your face as the treasure trail that has been whisping at his stomach got thicker, and darker the more he revealed. He snickered at the way your eyes widened, reaching down to wrap his hand around the barely visible base, a soft groan escaping him.

“Answer me, sweetheart.”

You watched as your stepfather slowly pulled his sweatpants down further, the entirety of his cock revealed to you. There were more piercings down there, in a ladder formation on the bottom of it, shiny and silver, and eye-catching.

“Yeah I’m-“ you slurred, gulping at the sheer size of him, “I’m a virgin.”

Hitoshi groaned softly again, slowly jerking himself off, his fingers brushing over and teasing each individual piercing.

“But you’ve played with yourself, yeah? You seem to think you’re slick, hiding all of your toys in that shoebox and only fucking yourself on them late at night, but I hear your little whimpers. I hear your muffled moans, and I hear the way you make a mess of yourself each and every time. Little whore, doing such naughty things with your step father in the same house as you, only a few rooms away.”

You whimpered as he teased the head of his cock against your entrance, and your face burned with heat when your cunt clenched at the feeling. The tip of it barely brushed your sensitive clit, and your hips jerked at the sudden stimulation, making Hitoshi snicker.

“So eager to be fucked, huh?”

Weakly, you nodded, hazy and desperate to get his cock inside of you, forgetting about your mother.

“Beg for it, kitten. Beg for my cock.”

You sputtered for a minute, embarrassed, but a stern look from your stepfather got you going, soft and pathetic begs falling from your lips with every exhale.

“Please- please daddy. Please fuck me, please- ah- please take my virginity. F- fuck me with your cock, make me yours!”

You were stuttering over your words, hell, you barely even knew what you were saying. But you knew that Hitoshi liked it, and Hitoshi was lining himself up with you, and Hitoshi was pressing inside, and oh-

Oh-

Oh it hurt.

You gasped, your eyes squeezing shut and thighs clenching tight as your stepfather slowly weaned in, not giving you time to adjust until he was all the way in. You could feel every little bit of him, feel how far inside of you he was, feel each little bump and ridge of his piercings.

It was so much.

He settled, his cock hard and throbbing inside of you, making you squirm. You could feel his hair against your inner thighs, scratchy and hot, everything about him is so warm and hot and you sorta feel a bit dizzy.

“D- daddy,” you whispered, your eyes almost crossing as he shifted, his cock brushing against a sensitive part inside of you that made all the blunt pain bleed into pleasure, for only a moment. Hitoshi groaned as you clenched around him, his eyelashes fluttering as a smug grin slid onto his face.

“Yes, princess?”

You whined softly, your eyes clenching shut as your stepfather began moving his hips, his thick cock making your head spin, the piercings scraping against your inner walls. Your legs trembled, sweat beading at your hairline as he sped up before you were entirely ready, his thick cock feeling like it was splitting you in half. His piercings scraped you, his tip brushed against your cervix, and you had a vague inkling that no amount of weed he gave you could ever compare to the high you were riding on right now.

“You know,” your stepfather spoke, snapping you out of your stupor, “you shouldn’t make a habit out of not responding when people ask you things. It’s rude, sweetheart; you know that.”

Dumbly, you nodded, and Hitoshi snickered.

“I’ve barely even done anything and you already look like you’ve been fucked stupid. Though I’m not really surprised, you were a dumb slut before I even considered stealing your virginity.”

You made an indignant noise at that comment, but it was swiftly cut off with a sharp thrust from your stepfather, his cock hitting that sensitive spot from earlier. Warmth bloomed in your stomach, and you moaned softly, making Hitoshi grin. His hands rubbed at the skin of your hips as he cooed mockingly, “see? I don’t even need to do anything, you just proved my point. God, even with you only just losing your virginity you’re already a cockslut.”

Hitoshi grinned, and leaned down close to your head, peppering kisses along your neck as the pace of his hips increased in speed. His hips met yours with firm slaps, and you whimpered embarrassingly loud when he bit down softly on your skin, definitely leaving a mark.

“You know what, kitten? You’re a lot like your mother in that way. I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

That made something sour curl in your gut. Something gross and off putting, but Hitoshi seemed determined to keep you focused only on him, and his mouth attaching to your chest, biting and sucking redirected your attention quickly and smoothly. You gasped his name, and his hand met your thigh in a harsh slap. You quickly corrected yourself, whispering “daddy” instead. He seemed much more pleased with that response, if the way he detached from your nipple to kiss you breathless meant anything at all.

Each whine, each whimper that escaped you only seemed to fuel him more. Hitoshi was practically pounding you into the floor, the carpet rubbing your skin raw as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. You couldn’t think- hell, you could barely even move beyond jerking your hips to meet your stepfathers thrusts, or to arch your back when he hit a sensitive spot.

Hitoshi curled over you, your hips hiking further and further up the more he closed in on you. You gasped when you realized how close you were to being practically folded in half, his cock plunging in and out of you so fast you couldn’t even process it, his piercings scraping against your insides in a mind-numbing way. Your hands moved to lock onto his shoulders, and you felt tears of pleasure slip from your eyes, which Hitoshi kissed away.

“I can feel you clenching, kitten. Are you already getting close? Already wanting to cum on my cock like the little whore you are?”

Weakly, you nodded, because he was right. Your stepdad was completely right- after all, it only took a few hits and some weak convincing to let him kiss you, to spread your legs for him and let him take what you figured you’d save for the right guy; the right time. You thought it would be romantic, with rose petals and candles, but instead you’ve got rugburn and more hickies than you could hope to count, all thanks to the man who married your mother.

God, maybe you should be a bit more upset with yourself for going behind your mom’s back like this. Maybe you should be more upset with your stepfather for drugging you. Maybe you should have fought, rather than letting him do what he pleased with you.

Maybe.

Your fingers dug into his skin, your head tossing back as your legs trembled. Hitoshi’s thrusts increased in force, nearly bruising your hips as your legs flailed with every movement. Your stepfather littered kisses down your neck, and you cried out when you felt yourself nearing the cusp.

“Ah- daddy-!”

“Come on,” Hitoshi murmured, his cock nailing you right in the cervix. You shrieked, and your body tensed as you came. Your stepfather groaned as you tightened around him, and he thrusted a few more times before pressing himself flush against your body. You whimpered as you felt his cum spill into you, filling you in a way you’ve never felt before.

He panted along with you, the both of you catching your breath, before he tensed and pulled out, shuffling away, keeping your legs spread wide open with his hands. You made a confused noise at his actions, but Hitoshi hushed you, leaning down and looking directly at your abused entrance.

“Clench and unclench real quick.”

You grew embarrassed at his demand, but did as he asked. Your stepfather moaned at the sight of his cum spilling out of your pussy, and proceeded to scoop some of it up onto his fingers. You gasped at the sudden stimulation, only for your eyes to widen as Hitoshi brought his cum-covered fingers to your mouth. You looked up at him, eyes full of worry and a silent question of ‘what?’

“Open your mouth, kitten.”

Slowly, you let your jaw dropped, and you cringed at the tasted when he shoved his fingers inside, his cum settling on your tongue. You whined up at him as he pulled his fingers away, his cum still in your mouth as he scooped up more that was spilling from your cunt, your hips twitching in response to his swift and smooth actions.

“Swallow before I put more in,” he murmured, and you struggled to swallow it down, the flavor making you want to gag. As soon as you managed to choke it down, he was coaxing your mouth open again, forcing the rest of his cum into your mouth.

“Good girl,” Hitoshi grinned as you coughed softly, wanting to wash away the taste with a glass of water.

“Now, you aren’t gonna tell your mom about this, yeah?”

You froze, suddenly remembering that your mom would be back home by morning and you-

You just fucked her husband.

Tentatively, you shook your head no, and Hitoshi’s grin widened. He patted your thigh, and hoisted himself up off the ground, grabbing the bong and heading towards his room.

“That’s what I thought. And, by the way,” he spoke before he turned the corner, leaving you naked and shivering in the living room, “I’ll buy you a plan B pill tomorrow, okay?”

Dumbly, you nodded, and he laughed as he finally disappeared into the rest of the house.

God, what had you gotten yourself into?

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pairing: step bro! bakugō katsuki x f! reader

summary: after reader’s insufferable older brother, bakugō, catches her with her fingers stuffed down her panties, he offers her some help, realizing his feelings for her in the process.

warnings: dark content, pseudo/step-cest, corruption, small age gap, masturbation (f), guided masturbation (m → f), vaginal fingering, asphyxiation, overstimulation, dacryphilia, dumbification (?), degradation (use of ‘slut’), praising, cum eating (?), bullying (kinda), sweat…lots of sweat

wc: 6.6k

an: this is my very late contribution for @tteokdoroki’s ‘coming this summer’ collab! tysm for being patient with me aali :( and a big thank you to @chifuyuck for beta reading this!

Even in your attempt to rest, the incessant noise from behind your door keeps you awake. Your ceaseless tossing and turning in hopes of getting comfortable is to no avail, forcing you to give up on trying to sleep entirely. The harsh, summer heat overpowers the tiny fan across your room, and your skin, which glistens with sweat, sticks to everything it touches.

You feel nasty—gross, and no matter what you do, nothing seems to solve your unrest. Kicking your blankets off wasn’t enough, turning the fan on high wasn’t enough, even stripping down to nothing but your tank and panties, wasn’t enough. What your body needs—wants, is to cool down. As if they were acting on their own accord, your legs glide off the bed and plant themselves on the tiled floor, trudging aimlessly until they come to a sudden halt.

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Little One 1/3

Pairing: Mommy!Natasha Romanoff x Little!Reader

Summary: Mommy takes you on a picnic date but decides she wants to play. Based off this post.

Warnings: dirty talk, Mommy x Little, cursing, mentions of sleep talking, making out, clit rubbing, mature themes, there no actual smut yet, but to be safe smut 18+

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The sun felt warm against your skin, warming the blanket beneath you. The small juice box in your hand carries cool sweet liquid and you smile softly as Natasha feeds you a piece of fruit. The both of you had already finished the sandwiches that she had packed in the picnic basket. You listened as she read you a story. Her voice was soft and sweet and you giggled every time she licked the tip of her middle finger to turn the page and that caused her to smile.

Laying on your stomach, swinging your legs as you pet the small yellow flower in your hand. Your black shoes are placed nicely on the grass, your ruffled white socks still on your feet reaching over your ankles. The skirt of the dress hitched up when you sat up on your knees, your butt resting on top of your heels. Smiling down at the flowers, a bunch in your hands before offering it to Natasha.

“Take off your panties.”

You gaped at her before giggling because you figured she’s kidding, right? When you see she’s completely serious you freeze. Her green eyes stare holes into yours.

“But Mommy... We’re in public,” You reply with fear and embarrassment in your voice, your eyes looking for anyone around or any signs of cameras, anything that you could see. All you find is an empty park, green grass with tall trees, a few benches, tiny birds chirping, but nothing more.

“There’s no one here, little one,” she replies softly and then gives you the look. She hates repeating herself.

So you do as you’re told.

Tugging your cotton panties off, frowning when they got caught on the ruffle of your white sock. Quickly fixing them before folding them, and then placing them on top on the cream blanket you had set up for your picnic.

“Sit on my face”

“Wh- what?” you want to make sure you heard her right.You hands subconsciously move to the hem of your dress, playing with the soft yellow material.

“You heard me loud and clear, little one.” She says as she pulls you on top of her lap, your thighs close around hers, your bare pussy sitting right over her bulge. Sucking in a sharp breath when you feel her. The girth of the toy was alarmingly thick, along with its length. You knew she was packing but fuck. No, stop. Mommy doesn’t like it when we use words like that.

“But I’ve never done that before.”

“I won’t bite.” she winks with a sly smirk before continuing.“Unless you want me to.” She replies playfully before nibbling on your finger before sucking the tip.

You hid your face by looking across to another tree, suddenly interested in the green leaves. Trying your best to hide your embarrassment from her, but you knew she knew what you were doing. She never liked it when you hid your face.

“Come on, little one. You know I don’t like it when you hide yourself from me,” she said, confirming what you already knew.

“I’m sorry, Mommy. I’m trying.”

It’s true you were trying because each time you felt the need to hide away from embarrassment, you fought it. You try and fight it this time and try to look up at her. But there was no way you could look her in the eyes because you knew that she knew about the dreams that had invaded your dreams for months.

But how?

“I know you’re trying. Let me reward you,” she says softly, her hands holding yours. To torture you, she thrusts her hips up, causing the toy to brush against your wet pussy and the sudden friction causes you to moan.

“I’m sorry, Mommy,”

She ignores your apology, chuckling at the clear effect she had on you. Her hands let yours go and land on your waist, rubbing tiny circles on your waist. The small patterns tickle you through the thin material of your dress.

“You know a little birdy told me that you’ve been dreaming about this for quite awhile.”

Wanda.

Little tattletale.

Wanda had read your mind on a girl’s night and probably snitched on you to her Mommy and she had told your Mommy. Wanda teased you every chance she got it, fake moaning and threatening to tell Natasha.

“It wasn’t Wanda,, if that’s what you’re thinking. I know you probably told her.”

You stare at her, confusion written all over your face. You hadn’t told anyone but Wanda. There’s no possible way for her to know.

“You want to know who told me?” she coos softly, bringing her hand to your cheek. You lean into her touch, her thumb caressing your cheek then sliding over your lips and nod.

“Who?”

Her thumb taps your lower lip, you open your mouth and let her thumb get past them. Lightly licking her thumb, wetting it. Her thumb softly brushes against your tongue.

“You did.” You reach to remove her thumb from your mouth to speak, but she’s quick to stop you. “Don’t you dare.”

You sit in shock and a little bit of fear, she has never used those words on you, let alone with the harsh tone. Your eyes water but she’s even quick to stop your cry.

“Come on, Little one. I didn’t want that to come out so harshly. I’m sorry.”

You nod softly and blink your tears away. You quickly distract yourself and become curious as to how she found out you eagerly suck on her thumb making her laugh.

“You told me,” she explains. Gasping when she pushes your hips against her bulge, forcing you to grind on her and making you cry out in pleasure. Her thumb slipped out of your mouth and found its way under your dress.

“Ah! Mommy.” Her wet thumb rubs small but firm circles on your clit. You clench around nothing as she encourages you to grind against her. Her thumb moves faster, her soft lips kiss your cheek, jaw, neck and slightly nibble on your bare shoulder.

“Did you know you talk in your sleep?” Your eyes widened as you stared back at her, the grinding stopped but her hands didn't, adding her other fingers to the mix. Her forefinger slides in between your wet folds, your juices immediately soaking her finger.

“Guessing by that reaction you didn’t, huh?” She asks while bringing her finger to her mouth sucking your juices into her mouth, taking in your sweet taste, watching as her eyes close in bliss.

You whine, not knowing if it’s because her attention was no longer on you, even for a split second, or the fact that she had yet to explain what she meant. Moaning when she pulls you into a deep kiss.

“You woke me up one night. At first I thought you were awake because you kept begging me. I didn’t know why, but then you said, ‘Please, Mommy. Let me ride your face.’ I remember you moaning in your sleep, whining my name. Grinding on your favorite teddy. Is that what you do in your sleep when I’m gone?”

Suddenly you remember. Everything had felt so real. You begged Natasha to let you sit on her face. You cried and begged on your knees until she said ‘yes.’ It all felt so real, the nickname she used for you, the grab she kissed you, the way she touched you.

The dream repeated almost every week. Your panties would be soaked through in the morning and you always tried to sneak in the bathroom to change into a new pair. Sometimes Natasha caught you. She knew exactly what happened, considering she watched you get off in your sleep. Sometimes she let you come up with some excuse other times she pretended she didn’t know what you were doing.

“Oh, little one. You remember don’t you?”

You nod.

“If you think it felt that good in your dreams, just imagine how it’s going to feel like right now.”

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In retrospect, bend over spy - Natasha Romanoff x reader

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Summary; Natasha is on a mission, however she certainly gets more than she bargained for whilst undercover

Warnings; smut, gxg, rimming, fingering, strap on sex

The redhead slipped out of her panties, dropping the black lace to the ground, as she kicked the well loved material, that was inked with her wetness, from around her ankles. She bunched the material of her dress up she bent her bosom over your desk, slotting her legs open as she grew eager as she heard your approaching footsteps.

Your fingers plucked at her round and full cheeks, spreading them apart so you could gouge a explicit view of her quivering cunt, and the tight ring of her asshole. It’s spiral of tight skin clenched as she felt your penetrating gaze upon the close knitted ring of muscle. Allowing some spit to douse your finger, you rubbed it against her back entrance, stringing a web of a moan from her engorged and swollen mouth.

She was inadvertently biting her lips, gnawing upon her flesh and sufficiently plumping it, as she awaited for you to do something more. The assassin wiggled her ass back, as she felt you drop to your knees, feeling the curl of your tongue prodding at her rim. “Fuck, y/n.”

You moaned as you peeled the straps of your cami top down, shoving the material down to below your breasts as you pinched at your own nipples, tugging out some relief for yourself, as your tongue firmly pressed through the conviction of tight entryway, as your free hand that was failing to milk your breast slithered up to her pussy.

The fingers on your right hand spread her affiliated juices around, as you delved your nose against her crack, pushing your wet and smooth appendage further into her hole, drawing positive sounds of encouragement to continue your administrations out of her lying, scoundrel, avenger lips.

To frustrated her, you pulled back, instigating a whine from her, as you wore a dirty and privileged smirk. You stood, disappointing her, though she remained in her poised position, watching with wild forest eyes as you rounded the dismissal of your reviewing centre, coming to face her, and blessing her with the sight of your nude and stiff pebbled breasts.

“How’d you know my real name, Natalia?” Shit, she was exposed, in more ways than one. She readied to retaliate in her sultry craft of exposition, however, she stilled as you waved your hand in dismissal of her actions. “Come on tell me, and perhaps I’ll let our fun continue, may even tell you whatever you want to know, Black Widow.”

It seemed like a fair trade, for a moment in thought Natasha pursed her lips together, cocking her flushed head as she ran over her options. This was the easiest way to access an answer, and well, if you were to double cross her, then it’d be no hassle to take you out.

“You have hydra files that you recovered from a base, Coulson has been tracking you for some time. He noticed that your company provided export and import, and wanted to ensure that you weren’t spreading the word on the intel that you recovered.”

“Hm.” Crossing your arms over your free breasts, you paid her a due smile, amused by the information that she had been told. “Open the drawer to the right, Romanova, the flash drive is in there.”

Her hands obeyed your suggestion, slipping inside the storage, retaining a red keeper of files from within. Natalia held it to her face, speculating its exterior, seeing the infamous skull symbol that prompted all content the organisation stamped their works with.

“I used to be like you you know, a heroin, though I found it to be a means to an end. There is so much to sacrifice, and in the end, all you have to give is yourself. Over time, I’ve figured it’s better to be alive than dead, there is no use in instigating the title of superhero if one day you are to lose.”

“You mentioned fun after I recovered this from you, this conversation you are elaborating on hardly seems like the type.” The redhead spy spat with a quirk of her scarlet brow, as she peeled the fabric of her midnight dress up and over her head.

“Guess shield agents don’t like speaking about their travels, they used to have no mind back in my day.” Well, that supposed that you had been a traitor, having the folder of files in your possession. “I guess you don’t either considering who you have been.”

“I’m not here to trade pity tales, if you wish to enjoy our last moments together, I suggest you take those slacks off from your legs, and show me how you can possibly make my remaining presence here worthwhile.”

“Oh honey, it’s definitely going to be worth the wait.” You replied, harshly tugging at your belt, as you unravelled the Italian leather from around your waist, unzipping your trousers as they fell down, and to the ground in a figure right around your feet. “Like what you see?”

There was certainly something to see. A harness enveloped your waist, a faux appendage in the shade of lilac hanging from the centre, taunting her with surprise. It wasn’t what she had been expecting, not in the slightest.

“It’s okay.” She shrugged, no longer having to keep up the facade of an interested intern, though her pupils told a different story as they gazed lustfully at the strap. “Guess it’ll do.”

“It will do something widow, and I can prove that.” The two of you both nude, except from the attachment that’s prime purpose was instigate internal pleasure, walked towards each other, you noticed her leave the drive on the desk, but you didn’t allow her to witness your lingering view.

Instead, you ambushed her against the hardwood platform of your desk, teeth biting their way into her mouth, gaining access to slip your sly tongue within the contents of oral communication. A hum escorted out from her lungs, as her hands dug their manicured nails into your shoulders, scratching red lines into the skin, as she awaited for you to enter her.

“Prove it then.”

Well, that predicament was easy, as you bent her to your will, and arched her back against your work desk, sifting the items in the way onto the floor. “I��m glad you said that Natalia.” Her statement only gave you a rush to do exactly as she said, boy was she going to regret letting that mouth of hers run confidently against you.

Her legs spread, allowing you to stand between them, as you ran your fingertips over their tops, your teeth stretching forwards and nipping at her lip. With her hips, she shuffled, rubbing her sodden folds against the toy, she was desperate. The exterior that she portrayed, the cocky one that was here for a mission and nothing more, had been swept away as she urgently wrapped her legs around you, sending you closer to her.

“I knew you weren’t as blunt with your emotions as you are with your words.” You grabbed the base of the toy that was attached to your harness, dragging the tip of the plastic through her slit, as you readily entered her. Once you were situated completely within her, your hands changed position to be on the table, as she adjusted, your hand slid to the drive, flicking it onto the ground by your chair, changing it out for one that was beneath the mouse pad.

She was oblivious to the settlement of underlying mischief prominent in your actions, instead of focusing on your seclusive intentions, she was perused by the seducing revels that you wantonly deposited upon her, as your hips ground ceremoniously against her own, leaving a trail of erotic pecks up the expanse of her neck, as your other hand opposed a grip around the strap.

It felt like power embedded in your hand, as you provided it stability against gravity as you teased her folds with the ludicrous tip, entering the length within her walls as she cowered a mewl at the sensation of penetration, as you nipped down at her pulse point, sliding your competent fingers down to fiddle with her satirised clit, moving it around like a paddle in water. Once she was adjusted to the size of the toy, you began to retract it, only to thrust back into her.

Her head whipped back, exposing her clavicle which you eagerly traced with your tongue. With one moderately ravenous hand, you groped her breast, it filling your palm as you prowled deeper inside her, tracing your hips back and forth to create a sustainable rhythm. A glow brew upon her skin, defining her collarbones with a powerful sheen that gripped her pores wonderfully. Moans rattled huskily out from her throat as she received, as she bent her shape against yours, optimally accepting the rounds of stimulation that you adorned upon her body.

“I’m gonna cum y/n.” Her nose crinkled as she made her statement, and thus, you made your administrations that much more fast, belting into her to appease her a gyration that brought her closer to her orgasm. The last method that had her half screeching through her retrospective high, was a bittersweet pinch to her clit, that had her hurtling over the edge. You continued to move for a few moments, until it became too much for the spy.

As she caught her breath, you gently stroked her nipples, causing her to heave heavier. “Shame you were only here on a mission, that means I have no chance of convincing you to go out on a date with me.” Pulling the fake cock out of her cunt, watching as she whimpered from the notion. She grabbed for her items of clothing, slathering them back into appropriate placement upon her body.

“I don’t do dates.” She thickly stated, making you hum in acknowledgement, Natalia tried to soothe her hair with her hands until it looked presentable enough, going to turn, until you caught her arm, preventing her from doing so. You picked up the hard drive off from the desk, and simply handed it to her. “It was nice meeting you, you definitely made my breach here... interesting.”

“I aim to please.” You brashly shrugged, accepting her grateful smile as you watched the deceived and overplayed spy walk out of the door to your office. You threw your shirt over yourself, removing the harness that hugged your hips, and rolled your panties up your legs. You bent to the ground, retrieving the true aspect of your game. “Well, I guess you can’t have it all.” The real flash drive was pinched between your forefinger and your thumb as you blinked towards it.

You had managed to deceive an avenger, yet the whole cover would only be viable to hold up for so long. Your entire operation would have to move elsewhere if you were to have to avoid that fine fox and her friends. Paging your assistant, you filled her in on the business cards that were currently laid out before yourself.

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kotenok masterlist

she’s way older than you but that doesn’t seem to be a problem for the both of you when she decides to fuck you one day. nsfw. older!nat, younger!reader. wip

prologue

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

part six

part seven

part eight

part nine

extras

one shot smut

moodboard

inspo tag

kotenok’s diary

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marvel masterlist.

marvel headcanons. | navigation post. | guidelines.

if there’s not a link to a work listed and a line going through it, that means i’m still working on it because i update both slowly and inconsistently (:

please do not repost my works anywhere or claim them as your own. my blog is 18+ so you must be of age to interact with my works!

likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated!

♞ - darkfic | ♛ - nsfw | ➶ - angst | ❦ - fluff | ✩ - mdlg

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Paper Doors

Word Count: 6k

Commission for: Libiraki

Warnings: Cheating➼Incest➼Todoroki family dysfunction➼Vomit (although not sexualized)➼sis!reader

Summary: While spending the week with his family, Touya’s girlfriend has trouble accepting the relationship between her boyfriend and his little sister.

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Rearview Mirror

Heyyo ✌🏻 this is my first written piece for Endeavor , as a gift for my friend @kogo for the evil exchange. so I hope you like it my dude 👍🏻. A piece I will def be coming back to write more for sure.

⤍ Endeavour x reader

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⤍ TW.incest, TW.dubcon, TW.father/daughter

⤍ Summary:

Enji was trying to be a better father, a better man.

And you never lied to him.

Guess it was a time for a lot of firsts.

Everything was always red between the both of you.

It's past four when his phone rings.

He was awake. even on his day off -those becoming more frequent now- years of routine were still strong. His body alert and aware way before the break of dawn for hours of training before patrol, and later to go to his own agency, the literal empire that wouldn't run itself.

He was pretending to be asleep, unmovable laying on his stomach, face buried on his pillow, deep breaths in and out in a rhythmic pattern. His massive frame takes most of his king-size bed that for more than a decade he slept right in the middle, no reason to let the right side of it unoccupied.

It was almost meditation-like. There in the quiet and calm of his bedroom between his sheets, he could organize -or at least try- his thoughts. A time in his day where he let himself get lost in self-reflection. The things he would have to do that day, what work in his agency he would have to supervise, and even stubbornly he would do a little steaming out, analyzing his “actions and emotions”, passing commentary from the resident agency therapist threw his way.

“A strict but good man, if not for some, mishaps, from your intense and fiery nature.” was his professional opinion about Endeavor. The man really lived to throw things his way.

It used to help calm his turbulent mind. But lately there was nothing in his head but turmoil.

It was something he would do until 6 AM, when he couldn't take any longer and had to get up, body and muscles aching from staying in bed for too long, the sun already rising on the horizon, painting the sky with yellows, pinks, and reds.

The silence of his room is broken by the ring of his phone. Instead of the familiar tone of the morning alarm, it was his normal ringtone and when he opens his eyes, the room was not bright as he expects and everything is still black. Endeavor sits on his bed at once, alert.

Getting it from the bedside table quickly, his posture falls when he catches the time and the already saved contact of who was calling him: Natsuo.

Enji picks up, but before he could question the call, the time, or even say hello, Natsuo speaks, voice grave and serious.

“You need to pick up your daughter right now.”

It’s a punch to the gut. One that makes all the air from his lungs escape at once. In a second, he feels like he is thrown into a rollercoaster.

The only thing he can muster in his shock is a guttural and deep bark of incredulity “What?”

Natsuo cuts Enji off immediately. His tone triggering him into snapping, memories hushing in -not the time for this- “She just called. She was a crying mess, begged me to come for her but I live two hours away, Shouto is on patrol and not picking up and Fuyumi is with her fiance's family at the onsen-”

Enji inhales sharply. A sense of dread takes hold of him while he can't even see straight with the sudden rush of adrenaline, sirens blasting off in his head.

“She was supposed to be with fuyumi at the onsen.” His voice echoes back at him in his bedroom walls, he doesn't realize he is shouting.

“Look, this is really not the time. She has no money and her phone’s dead. I was able to get her to tell me an address before the call dropped. she's all alone there. Are you gonna pick her up?”

Natsuo calms his own breaths now after snapping and shouting back, and he can hear shuffling noises on his father’s side of the line. The older man was up in a second, not really seeing anything, rushing through his stuff picking his keys and wallet. He hated the way his father could make him snap so easily.

Enji was completely distraught, “She said she was going to be with fuyumi…” He mutters under his breath while running through the corridors, even forgetting the phone by his ear, his son still on the line.

“Well. Think your little princess lied to you old man.”

Enji didn't even register the venom in his son's words, nor when he hangs up on him.

He’s out of the house in a blink. He tries not to rip the door out of its hinges on his way out.

——

He drives fast, almost no other car in the streets making it easier to speed up in his nervous state, the GPS voice droning about the directions, a forty-minute drive that he would make in twenty.

you said you were going to spend the weekend with your sister.

You lied to him.

Enji’s heart hammers in his chest and his flames burst multiple times on his face out of control. His grip on the wheel tightens to ground his shaking hands, his jaw set with such force that he could feel a headache already forming.

Thoughts were flying through his mind a mile a second. Where are you? What happened to you? Who were you with? Were you safe? Why were you crying?

Why did you lie to him?

It was like his heart was being squeezed by dread and being broken at the same time.

You were his youngest. After he realized what he did to his children as a father, he tried his best to do better; connect, communicate, but he was emotionally and socially stunted -Thanks doc.- and by that time he tried to reach out, it was just a little too late.

Fuyumi was the pillar of the household, replacing their mother too much young and having to fit in a mould not meant to be hers, barely holding the treads of the family and house together. Natsuo was out of the front door as soon as he finished high school and got into med school, choosing to live in the dorms and work part-time rather than stay at the manor. Shoto was another history in itself.

And there was you, a couple of years younger than your now up-in-the-ranks pro hero brother, at the time just a pipsqueak. Too young to remember Rei, remember the worst of Endeavor.

And when he tried to connect, you were there. As if just waiting. Wanting your father to look at you. Frail and innocent and just in want of care, of attention, of love. You welcomed him into your life with open arms and heart.

Enji did try to make it right by you. And for some time things were progressing, even his other children were starting to turn their heads around his direction.

Until Touya’s incident.

The media cracked down on him and his family with a vengeance, almost nothing was left unturned or whole.

Natsuo was the first to cut ties. Shouto threw himself into his hero work, completely closing himself off. Even Fuyumi decided that she was done, took the next step, and went to live with her now fiance, completely ignoring whatever Enji tried to shout about costumes or honor.

Then it was just the two of you.

He tried to be a good father.

He was a quiet man in his private life, strict and with a violent nature, but he reached out for outside help to make it right. An older and trustworthy housekeeper to not chain his daughter down at the manor, guidance from therapist to help him become a better father, a better man, anything to do right this time.

Call it atonement, call it his redemption, call it hypocrisy, he didn't care.

He only cares that at the end of the day, you were there at his side, happy.

This morning he saw the note on the fridge.

Going to onee-san family trip,

Be back on Sunday.

You never had lied to him before.

Guess it was a time for a lot of firsts.

——-

The music blasting through the night tipped him off even before his car's GPS tells him he arrived at the destined location.

He parks way down the street and assesses the place inside the darkness of his car.

Enji’s way out of the city now and inside the industrial district, the building seems old and falling to pieces, people are lingering all around the street, but it’s thicker there. At surface level the building was empty, but the music was definitely coming from there.

He dreads the worst.

Getting out of the car still in his sleeping sweatpants and tee, he throws the hood of his workout jacket over his hair to conceal himself. He’s going for discretion, get you and get out, no need to make this a public affair. Not with this, not with you, not right now.

He searches around but still can't find you. Half an hour has passed since Natsuo called. He's in a frenzy. Endeavor forces himself to calm down and think.

His son didn't mention music. He looks far into the street and he can see the entrance of an alleyway, he hushes there.

His stomach tied in knots when he sees in the dark your small figure crouched down beside a dumpster. your shoulders ate shaking with silent sobs holding your dead phone for dear life, trying to make yourself smaller than you already were, head down.

Enji barks your name and your head snaps to the entrance of the alleyway in shock, your body trembling and fat tears running down your smudged makeup.

“Daddy!”

In a second you were up and running, throwing your body against him and hugging his middle. He doesn't know what to do first, but he opts for following his instincts. Enji hugs your shaking form, shushing you lightly while petting your head. He doesn't know if it's him or you who's shaking more.

He doesn't remember how, but he manages to walk both of you to his car without being seen, his hulking form covering your smaller one.

He's shaking. When Enji puts you in the passenger seat and the car lights momentarily shine everything in an amber glow, rage fills his chest. You are in a dress he has never seen before, he knows it was not yours. He would never allow a thing like that or let you use it in public. Your makeup that before being ruined by your smudging and crying, was heavy and meant to seduce.

He closes your door and gets in the car.

He's shaking.

——

Enji can only control himself enough to not rip the wheel or step on the gas right through the flooring for only three blocks. and thank the gods again for the hour, because he could not quite see the streets in front of him. If they weren't deserted while he drives double the velocity permitted, it would be likely that the fears of his family being again under the cruel and ravenous judgment of the public eye would become reality, although for a completely different reason from the ones he has been dreading until this point.

When he reaches the fourth block, he makes a sudden stop, turning and parking harshly with the front of the car almost all the way over the curb, the tires skidding loudly into the quiet of the night and scaring you out of your still shell shock state. your small sniffles stop when you let out a muted yelp of surprise.

Enji quickly pries his hands that have a death grip on the wheel and smash the roof of the car to turn the lights on in such a way that later he’s impressed he didn't send the entire ceiling flying. As fast as he did that and the darkness of the car is now cast in warm gold, his hands are on your small frame like a striking snake, a big calloused one gripping your face between meaty fingers, squeezing your wet cheeks and the other one in your far shoulder, turning you in his direction with a barely controlled yank. Enji wasn't sure if the shaking was coming from your body or his.

He's frantic, hectic, eyes going up and down your body trying to find anything, something. “Are you hurt? tell me,” His voice is harsh, too loud into the small space. You jump startled, but his grip locks you in place, he doesn't notice.

Why did you come to a party? Why are you dressed like this? Why did you do this?

“Are you?? Someone did something? Gave you something, touched you?” He barks again louder, bending and twisting to be in your face now, eyes scanning all over your body. But again and again, they would be drawn to the too short hem of your dress, from your ruined tearstained makeup and down again to your soft and creamy thighs, trying to find a mark, a scratch, a stain. Anything, something.

“Fucking answer me!”

“Dad please!”

Enji lets you go as if you just slap him in the face. He blinks.

You are shaking. Looking at him in fear, silent tears running down your cheeks. Your jaw is set as you try to hold your whimpers back, his fingers make red marks bloom on your face and arm under his digits.

Memories come back rushing. Phantoms scourging in blue flames.

He releases you as if you burn him.

His hands hover in place, and he doesn't dare to move, still crowding you. Both of you staring at each other in fear and confusion as if something would break.

He slowly backs away, and you keep still. He turns the light off and stares at the road.

Enji couldn't take more things between both of you breaking.

He takes a deep breath. Starts the car again to drive back home.

——

Friday nights are your nights.

Enji doesn't really remember when it started. But he knows it wasn't something that was spoken of or agreed beforehand. It happened once, then twice, then his job got in the way, then thrice, and when he noticed, it was a routine between him and his daughter.

Like most things between both of you, it just… fell into place. And it just felt right.

Endeavor would arrange his schedule in a way so that his Fridays would be empty, any emergency at the agency could be easily solved that way, patrols and hero work set on the weekends so he could come home at a sensible hour, just by dinnertime.

He would be just taking his blazer and shoes off at the entrance when Enji would hear your running steps from the kitchen, your pinky apron-clad figure hushing to meet him with a bright smile, eyes shining.

you would get a hold of his tie and gently tug down for him to bend at the waist to your level, your arms were thrown in a warm hug on his neck and a sweet and lengthy kiss on his cheek after he steps through the threshold. you would giggle against his face from the tickles you got from his stubble while warmly welcoming him, the food still hot on the table.

It was one of your multiple habits together, just the two of you. And it felt right.

It was routine. And it felt so domestic, warm and right.

Friday nights are your nights. After he gets home, you guys have dinner, something you cooked by yourself, sending the older housemaid away earlier.

Sometimes it is a new recipe, sometimes something you already tried before. But it's always good, and when Enji compliments your cooking skills and how much he enjoys it, your cheeks blush red. You daintly try to hide your smile as you thank him, bashful behavior so alluring even when he knows is just a little act, playing coy. There's warmth in his chest.

The lights in the dining room cast everything in this whimsical warm glow and maybe it's the beer, but Enji thinks it reflects lovely on you and the color of your blouse today. He says so.

“Looking so pretty tonight, princess.”

The red on your cheeks grow stronger. From across the table, he hides his smirk behind his can at seeing how you fidget in place, trying to contain your coquettish smile while biting your plush bottom lip. The warmth spreads lower.

Only later it dawns on him. Enji was flirting with his own daughter. And it was a habit.

It was routine.

Enji is sprawled on the big sofa comfortably, already showered and in his sleeping clothes after dinner, the second movie of the night halfway through.

It was a period drama and he tries to pay attention to the main points for your quiz about it the next day, but he was mostly checked out, lulled by the comfy dark of the living room, the buzz of the beers he drank, sleep and your warm body draped over his.

He doesn't really remember when it started, but he knows it was gradually. One day in your Friday movie nights, he notices you were glued on his side, and on the next one you had an arm draped over his torso while both of you were laying on the reclining couch, and since then, you were always over him, arms and thighs and breasts glued to his body, but most of the time cutely laying on his chest.

That night was no different. You are laying on his broad chest, using your arm as leverage to look down and back at the tv in front of the sofa, and for you to not slip he has one big palm over your waist and the other in a secure hook on the slope of your knee, propping your bent leg higher across his stomach. Your breathing matches his, and if not by your little grunts and noises of surprise, the redhead would have thought you had fallen asleep on him. It would not be the first time.

The clothes you are using are small and had hiked up a long time ago, a loose tank top and booty shorts, both of them old and worn out, sleep clothes.

From where he was, he could see all your body over his. From the crown of your head to the slope of your waist as it dipped under his scarred hand. His gaze follows the curve of your thigh draped over his waist to the fat of your ass pointing high. He muses in a daze that he could see the inside of your tank top, the soft swell of a breast making an appearance. He leers.

You move a little, and this time, he can make out the shade of a nipple. It’s pert and small and pretty, and blood rushes to his clothed cock, but is late, and he's tired and buzzed out. It doesn’t connect in his mind.

You move. you are getting yourself higher on his chest. Enji feels small hands wandering under his shirt. Presses of lips on his neck. Wet kisses on the stubble on his jaw.

The soft touches pull him deeper. There's a young and wanton body over his. It’s been so long since he truly touched another, let himself be touched. Smooth lips and an uncertain tongue were kissing him, and he wants to devour them. It’s hot and burns and makes his insides coil, his cock hard and heavy inside his pants. A warm slit humping it.

Could have been the tiredness, the beer, the comfort of the situation, anything really.

Enji kisses you like a man starved. Head moving and ravaging your much smaller mouth with his tongue. His hand yanks your tank top down exposing your breasts, and now he’s pulling and pinching the sweet nipples in a way that makes you moan against his tongue with a voice he couldn't recognize.

His other hand was down at your ass, guiding your movements back and forth on his erection with vigor, the friction against your slit makes you weak, but he keeps you moving, his calloused hand encompassing most of your behind. At each needy thrust his fingers would slide down between the cleft of your ass more and more.

His meaty fingers push the bottons of your shorts aside with a flick of his wrist, and now he's touching directly your puffy lips that are messy and wet all over. Enji growls in your mouth as you moan louder when he starts playing with your pussy, a pitched whine as he flicks your clit up and down, a strong hold on your breast.

A loud bang from the TV is what snaps him back to reality.

It was his daughter.

His daughter was over him. It was his daughter that was humping his cock, that he was sucking her small tongue and tweaking her nipples until he made her squeal.

He jumps to his feet and throws you across the couch.

Different from him, you look wide awake. Flushed face and startled eyes stares up at him, exposed breasts still heaving. Nipples rosy and hard. Between your legs, a glistening trail of where his fingers dragged when he ripped them off of you. Your shorts are drenched.

There's a moment of silence.

Enji snaps. He sprints to his bedroom, leaving you alone in the living room.

He locks his door, drops to the floor, and whips his hard and heavy cock out. in three pumps, thick ropes of cum cover his hand and clothed middle.

Taking big gulps of air trying to calm his breathing, his eyes glancing everywhere in a panic state, he looks down, and spot the wet patch on his clothed thigh. Yours juices that leaked on him. Its still in his other hand, fingers wet.

Enji wants to cry.

He tried to be a good father.

He ruined it again.

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PAIRINGS: Father! Yandere! Enji Todoroki x Daughter! Reader

CW: yandere, incest, soulmate AU, fluff, slight angst, nsfw, kissing, praise kink, virginity kink, size kink, bathroom sex

A BNHarem Collab!

AN: my longest piece to date! the prompt this month was sex work, so i decided to stretch the prompt and do sexual slavery. wanted to go for a softer version of daddy endeavor, so please enjoy <3

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The mark on his wrist was one that was shared with yours. Enji had given up on finding his soulmate, deciding that his career and legacy were far more important than some silly marking on another’s body. Love was something he thought he could go without. But when he saw your bright eyes gaze up at him, your chubby hand wrapped around his index finger, his heart had fallen hard—such a sweet, gentle thing. No traces of fear, of disdain, of disgust for him as a human being. Just pure curiosity and unconditional love. His heart leaped for his little girl.

Enji was determined, then and there, that he would never fail you, not like he forgot the others.

Oh, what plans he had for you, his precious princess. He couldn’t wait to spoil you, to marry you and start a new family once you were old enough. Rei realized this as well. Her youngest daughter, her last hope at salvaging her broken family, was to be had by her husband. The thought frightened her, especially after seeing the adoring look in her husband's eyes when she saw him cradle you for the first time. It was so unlike the stoic nature he held for the other children when they were born, only caring to see that they were healthy before leaving off back to his agency, never giving them more than a fleeting touch. It was nothing like when he held you, snarling at any nurse who dared to take his soulmate from the grips of his arms.

Something that had Enji’s conviction more so than his career was something to be feared. Your mother swore to herself that she would not let her husband ruin you.

Once he fell asleep with you tucked in the crook of his arm, a social worker came and collected you to be sent to a foster home and be set up for adoption. It was better than falling into the hands of the monster of a husband.

After the death of Touya, the pair decided to have one more child in hopes of fixing their broken family, but Rei now knew it was for naught. Nothing could save them know, especially now that Enji had nearly burned the building down when he discovered that his little girl was gone, just hours after he had finally found you.

Rei alerted the commission as well for your protection, that utter bitch of a woman. They very well couldn't have the number two hero caught in an incestuous bond with his daughter, now could they. All information of your whereabouts was hidden from him, blacklisting him from working with any foster children, lest he loses his hero license. Enji may have lost you for the time being, but his patience grew as he did. They couldn't keep him from you forever. You'd be reunited one day; he knows it.

The first time he saw you again was when you were fifteen. It was your birthday and the day he had become the number one hero officially, plenty of reason to celebrate. Usually, he would have taken the time to sit near the rose bush he planted in your honor in his courtyard on your birthday, renewing his vows to find and love you to the best of his ability. Enji took great pride in keeping your memory alive with the bush for his beautiful little rose gone too soon from his grasp. But there you were, mere meters from him.

The foster home you stayed at took you out for dinner when he was meeting with Hawks after the billboard awards. Your eyes were unmistakable, a perfect cerulean just like his own. He was so close, yet so far. My, how you had grown since he saw you. Unlike him, you bore your mark proudly on your wrist, not ashamed to admit to the world who your soulmate was. Not like you actually knew who it was anyway.

Enji was prepared to leave Hawks at the table; a new flame lit under his ass, one far more exhilarating than the thought of being the number one hero. He was up and on his way to speak to you before Nomu attacked him. Damn villains, they'd pay for separating the two of you once again. But his conviction only grew stronger. It wasn’t hard to find you after that; he knew what city you were living in. Instincts lashed out at him, demanding that he go sweep you up and hide you away. No, no. That would make you frightened; he can't have that. He’ll watch from the sidelines, waiting until you were of age to make a move. He was curious to see just how life as a foster child was treating you.

Growing up in the foster system had been a nightmare from hell for you. A cursed child is what they saw you as when your skin sprouted flames every time it was touched by the human hand, burning everything and everyone who came in contact with it. From the moment your quirk manifested, you were an outcast, an untouchable, unlovable freak. Someone destined never to feel the touch of their new parents, their lover, their soulmate.

It wasn't long before you realized that you would remain in the foster system until you aged out. Who would adopt a child they couldn't hug when they cried, hold their hand when they crossed the street, snuggle up to when it was chilly outside? Any potential parent was taken aback by your quirk once you reached for the warm touch of mommy and daddy, only to singe their hand or burn a hole in their shirt.

You learned quickly that your touch was something to be feared, that you were something to be feared. You supposed that’s why you looked up to him so much. So much so that you thought about him late at night when the loneliness seemed to drown you in the sea of your insecurities.

Endeavor was the only one who could understand you, understand your quirk. If only your soulmate mark could match him, maybe you feel the warmth of another human being without hurting or mauling them with your power. Abrasive he may be with the media, but there something about him that was so comforting and endearing to you. In your eyes, he was simply misunderstood, a gentle giant amongst the mass personalities of the other pro heroes.

Watching his interviews brought you comfort when you were lonely, his merchandise made you swell with pride and confidence, and his posters on the wall reminded you that you were never alone. It was a silly crush, but it made you feel better about your miserable life.

You even got to see him on your birthday! Well, not exactly. You happened to be in the same restaurant when your foster parents took you out for your birthday. It was apparent that they just felt bad for you, having looked after you for 15 years only to still have custody of your sorry ass. You were almost certain that they were going to kick you to the curb the morning of your 18th birthday.

Too bad they never had the chance. That fate would have been much kinder than the reality you faced now.

Once the Paranormal Liberation Front had effectively ripped society up by the roots and let the tree of life rot for the world to see, your foster parents packed their shit and left the country while you were at school. You’d been alone in the world ever since and were snatched off the streets, ready to be sold into slavery by the villains of the world. Your quirk was the only thing keeping you from being bought like a bitch from the auction floor.

Enji, on the other hand, was more than eager to do just that. After his public smear campaign by his allegedly dead son, he was dead to the world, finally abandoning his family for good in hopes of finding his beloved daughter. His life was dedicated to searching for you, having managed to track you down through his vigilante work. He likes to lie to himself and say that he’s continuing to fight for the greater good, but Enji does it just to have the chance to see your sweet face again. There wasn’t much to go off of, but he’d rather see his fiery end than to give up. That's how he found you at the auction.

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Another auction night was approaching, which meant another night of humiliation and being displayed like a slab of meat for a crowd of degenerate wolves. Your quirk was the only thing keeping you from being sold; no one wants a fucktoy they can’t touch. It reduced you to physical labor for your captors, but you were better fed because of it. That didn’t mean they still didn’t try to sell you.

After being stripped down into nothing but a collar, leash, and a muzzle, you were brought to the stage and shoved in front of the ravenous, roaring crowd. You could feel their stares seep into your bones, the grime from the floor on your bare feet only adding to the overwhelming sensation of disgust you couldn’t even begin to describe.

The crowd’s excitement was raucous, jeers and shouts echoing off the halls of the underground auditorium. Masks covered their faces for the sake of privacy lest a vigilante break-in and hunt them all down. Even in the lawlessness of the world, heroes were still crawling everywhere to trail after even the slightest scent of villainy. Doesn't mean they’ll win, but hey, the death of a hero is just the same as the auction was to them.

“Up next, a darling girl with a fiery quirk!”

That was your cue. A handler had a fierce grip on your leash, giving it a few tugs for good measure as the crowd laughed at your stumbling. The auctioneer began to list your qualities and physical attributes, including your quirk.

“And she’s a virgin!”

Added for good measure, the crowd fell silent after listening to the abilities of your quirk. You couldn't hate it anymore; it's what was keeping you from being someone’s onahole until the day you kicked the bucket.

“Can I get $10,000?”

Ah the starting bid. The silence was relieving. Just a few more moments and you'd be off that damn stage.

“No? Going once, going twice, going-”

“One million.”

A booming voice came from the back row, the depths of the shadows to further hide the masked man who just bought your life. Why did it sound so familiar?

“Outstanding! One million dollars for the young lady!”

“Going once.”

It couldn't be.

“Going twice.”

This can't be happening.

“Sold for one million!”

No!

You were supposed to be unwanted, just like you have been your entire life! Yet some mysteriously familiar man outbid the entire auction for little ol’ you.

“Off the stage, bitch.”

The handler snarled, yanking you off the stage and causing you the fall and bruise yourself in the process.

“Watch it!” He spat, picking you up by the roots of your hair. “The merchandise needs to be handled carefully before reaching the customer. Let's hope he doesn't mind some bumps and bruises. For your sake.”

“That won't be necessary; I'll be taking her as is. Immediately, if you will.”

The mysterious man stood had already made his way backstage and behind you, standing formidably over your stark form. Your hair was released, dropping you back to the floor.

“Excellent, sir! I’m more than happy to get this welp off my hands.”

A brief exchange was made while you recovered on the floor, shaking in fear as the situation weighed heavily on your already broken self. The handler took the money and returned to the back room, leaving the two of you alone together.

The stranger crouched down to you and extended a hand to brush the stray hair out of your face, touch remaining tender and gentle when you flinched harshly.

“My poor girl, what has the world done to you?”

His coat enveloped your body as he scooped you up in his arms. The scent of him comforted you more than you would have liked to admit. Teakwood and coffee grounds filled your senses as he held you flush against his chest, leaving the auction house with a renewed sense of vigor.

You were placed in the backseat of a car before he dressed you in simple pajamas.

“Rest. You deserve it.”

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At some point in the car ride, you let yourself fall asleep only to wake up in a cozy king-size bed wrapped up in a soft blanket next to a warm fireplace. The false sense of comfort lulled you for a few moments before your situation hit you like a ton of bricks. The anxiety you'd had known your whole life had finally kicked back into gear, forcing you out of bed and into the rest of the house.

It was daybreak, the sunlight slowly trickling in through heavily curtained windows as you walked through the halls and into the kitchen. The man was standing over the stove, sans mask, dressed in a wife-beater and his pajama bottoms. It couldn't be-

“Come in; breakfast will be on the table in a moment.”

Now you were certain.

“Who are you?” Your voice barely above a whisper. “Why did you buy me at the auction?”

A deep, rumbling chuckle flowed from the man.

“I think you know the answer to that, little one.”

His focus was retained on the meal in front of him. “I’ll explain myself over breakfast. Now sit.”

You couldn't help but feel compelled to obey him. While sitting, you took the time to honestly look him over for the first time in your life. Never did you think you would be so close to your childhood crush in such a domestic setting.

He had noticeably greyed but still possessed a majority of his red hair. Muscles were still taught and budging, but he had grown a little bit of a belly. Endeavor was as handsome as ever, aged like a fine wine that you couldn't wait to sip on.

The food was placed in front of you as he took the test next to you.

“Eat and have some water. Then we’ll talk.”

Once again, you obeyed him without question and refrained from eating like a rabid animal. It wasn't even a question, so much so that it is evident that you hadn't had a decent meal in a long time. You were still muscular from the labor you did for your handlers, though.

And Enji liked that about you. How resilient you were, he loved that you inherited his strength but still possessed Rei’s gentle nature. Not that he wanted to credit that woman for anything, but he couldn't deny the obvious. You were his strong, beautiful little girl who had to endure so much because his bitch of a wife decided to separate you from him.

But he was here now, ready to give all his love and protection to his only love. It took everything in his power not to swoop you up from your seat and hold you in his arms until his last breath.

Enji watched you eat, pride swelling in his chest at the thought that you liked his cooking. He couldn't help but wonder what your favorite meals were as well. There's certainly all the time in the world to get to know his little girl now that he had you. And he was never going to let you go.

Your breakfast was devoured quickly, both out of desperation for a real meal and answers to your questions.

“Why did you buy me from the auction?”

It was a complicated question, but you wanted a simple answer.

“I’m your soulmate.” His wrist was on display as he reached across the table to hold your hand.

For the first time in your life, you felt safe. Your one, shining hope was meant to yours and he wanted to be yours. You didn't even question how he knew at all.

His touch was warm and slightly rough, but it was welcome all the same. Even though your skin was lit aflame at his flesh against your, he paid it no mind. He was built to take your quirk, to take you.

“Endeavor…”

“Please, call me Enji.” His thumb rubbed over the palm of your hand. “I’m sure you feel better after having something to eat.”

“Why don't you go take a bath? It’ll help you relax, I can take care of your dishes.”

It was strange how insistent he was on taking care of you, but you can't say you don't enjoy the attention. He seemed to care for you in a way that went beyond caring for a partner, or in your case, a soulmate. But who were you to judge? It wasn't like you had a lot of experiences to use as a comparison.

Making your way back to the bedroom, you took the time to study the house you were in. A traditional, well-kept home, it practically looked like it was untouched. And maybe it was; buildings and homes fully intact were hard to come by these days, let alone ones that were clean and warm.

Enji seemed to lull you into an instinctual sense of safety, even though he bought you out of slavery. Just because he was your soulmate didn't mean that he had good intentions for you, but somehow, his presence alone filled a void in your heart that you had forgotten was even there.

Once you made it to the bathroom connected to the master bedroom, you drew yourself a bath just like Enji had instructed you to do. It wasn't the wisest decision to let your guard down like this, but the man already had plenty of opportunities to fuck you up by this point.

The water was warm and inviting when you sank yourself into it; you couldn't remember the last time you had warm water to clean yourself with. It made you feel light and hazy, slipping into a headspace you had long forgotten—a place of safety and comfort.

Three raps on the door pulled you from your haze as Enji entered the bathroom with fresh towels. Despite the fact that he had already seen you naked, the intimacy of the situation only left you feeling more vulnerable than ever.

“Let me help you.”

He kneeled next to you outside of the tub and pulled a lavender chamomile shampoo from the tub’s shelf. There was room to protest, but you couldn't find yourself willing to do so.

Water was poured over your head before he started a lather in your hair, gently scrubbing your scalp for a while. Even this simple touch made you shudder, it was a long time since you last felt the warmth of someone’s touch. And everything about this man was warm, for you at least. His words, his touch, his heart.

Conditioner was added to your hair as well before he moved onto washing your body. The scrub was gentle across your skin, his hand following after it to help keep the suds from rising too much. Strong hands massaged your back and your neck, both of which needed the much-deserved relief.

“So tense.” He murmured, mostly to himself.

There was a comfortable silence shared between the two of you as he massaged out all the knots and kinks that had built up over the years with your handlers. His touch should have made you flinch but you found yourself pressing into it. A small moan escaped your lips as he worked through a particularly tender spot on your neck.

“Are you enjoying this?”

His lips ghosted your ear as warm breath tickled your cheek and neck.

Your face flushed with a fiery warmth from a combination of the steam, your embarrassment, and the man whispering sweet nothings in your ear as his hands worked at your tired skin.

“Let me help you relax, sweet thing.”

Enji picked you up momentarily to slot himself behind you in the tub. Placed on his lap, you gasped when you could feel his erection hard against your back. Fear started to trickle into your veins as you squirmed slightly, attempting to get out of his grasp.

“Shhh, it's alright, you're okay.” His hand made its way to your throat and rested there gently, stroking over your artery with his thumb. “I’m not going to hurt you, sweetheart. Let me show you how much I've missed you.”

His touch made you feel alive, feel wanted for the first time in your life. You couldn't help but whine when his other hand made its way down your body, gently groping your breast as his lips were pressed to your ear.

“Do you trust me to take care of you?”

His fingers toyed with your nipples, obviously skilled.

“Do you trust me to make the sweetest love to you?”

Another whine caught in your throat as his hand went further, cupping your sex in his much larger hand. He kneaded gently, pressing a soft kiss to your temple when you writhed in his grip.

“Please! Enji-”

Shushing you gently, Enji’s thumb made its way to your clit to stroke in small circles.

“How does that feel, sweetheart?”

You were used to touching yourself, but oh God it never felt like this.

“Good!” You managed to choke out in a wanton moan. “So good! Enji, please, I need-”

A warm pair of lips sealed over yours, silencing you once again. Enji knew how wrong this was, to take advantage of you like this without revealing the truth. But he wanted at least to just once to have you in his arms willingly and eagerly. He wanted to kiss you breathless, listen to your cries and feel your nails dig into his skin as he gave you all of himself without a fight from you. He can worry about revealing himself to you later.

The rough pads of his large fingers started to apply pressure to your clit as his middle finger slipped into your tight hole under the water.

“Don't worry, little one. I'll give you what you need.”

Soft kisses were trailed along your cheek and hand that was on his that was still holding your throat tenderly. Finger pumping in and out of you, Enji whispered sweet praises to you as he felt your hole clench around him.

“Doing so well for me, sweetheart.”

Your breathy moans and whines only served to harden his cock. He felt like a teenager all over again, closing to cumming just from the sound of your voice.

Another finger slipped into your tight core, careful not to overwhelm you too fast. It was obvious you'd hadn't been touched before, not even by yourself. You felt full but greedy for more of his touch.

“Deeper, Enji! Please, can you?”

You were babbling at this point, writhing in his lap as he fingered you nice and slow with thick digits. Enji hummed as he pressed further into, curling his fingers into your G-spot.

Your cry was loud as he began to abuse your most sensitive spot, fully squirming in his arms as tears of pleasure breached your eyes. The sensation was too overpowering for you, making you thrash and arch in his arms.

“Shh, you're okay, sweetheart. You're okay; I'm right here.”

His fingers continued to stroke in a curled fashion, thumb still circling over your twitching clit. Enji kissed you again, deeper and more fierce as he began to fuck you earnestly with his fingers.

“Cum for me, darling.”

Squealing, you gripped his forearm and cried helplessly into his mouth. The build was slow and intense, allowing your orgasm to wash over you in waves of pleasure rather than a blinding, quick light.

“E-Enji!” You wailed. “Enji!”

You shook in his arms, holding onto the larger man for dear life as you experienced your first orgasm. It seemed like Enji knew your body better than you did.

No words were exchanged between the pair of you, but you could feel the tension of your desired hanging thick in the air. This man was going to take your virginity, here and now.

Enji removed his hand from your throat and between your legs in order to maneuver you to sit facing forward in his lap.

“Are you ready for me?”

His honesty made you flush even more. Biting your lip nervously, you hesitated to answer. Were you ready? It wasn’t like you had much of choice; the man could very well take you by force if he so chose to. But you felt safe in his arms, safe with him.

“Let me help you, my love.”

Warm, large hands gripped your backside as he held you steady above his cock. Your hand reached down to line yourself up with his throbbing sex, lowering yourself down on it slowly.

It burned in the best way, stretching you out fully as you pressed your forehead against his chin.

“Good girl, taking my cock so well, darling.”

A pitiful whine left your throat at the praise, hands gripping the forearms that held you in place.

“Can...Can you hold me?” You whimpered. “Please?”

Enji’s arms enveloped you and pulled you flush against his, tucking your head into the crook of his neck as you continued to lower yourself onto his cock. Your breath tickled his ears, making him groan lowly once he bottomed out inside of you.

“Such a sweet girl you are, taking all of me on your first try.”

Another whine responded for you as you ground your hips down on his.

“E-Enji.” You whimpered his name over and over again like a prayer. “Enji!”

“Be still, little one.” Hands back on your hips, holding you in place near the tip of his girthy length. “Let me take care of you.”

Hips in place, the man began to thrust up into you slowly, holding you tight as he stood up from the water. You only gripped and nuzzled yourself into him further, letting out sweet whines and whimpers into his ear while he thrust into you.

Your back was placed against the cool tile of the wall when he tilted your chin up to meet his gaze. Even in this position, he was still at least another head taller than you.

“Look at me when I make love to you.”

Through wet eyelashes, you gazed up at his eyes and let your mouth hang open as he rolled his hips into yours. His eyes shut briefly when he moaned, hissing at the feeling of your wet cunt hugging his cock so well.

“You were made to take my cock, little one.”

Arms reached up to wrap around his neck as he thrust into you, taking his time to make his strokes slow and deep. His hips were flush against yours when you asked him, “Kiss me, please? I want all of you Enji.”

Your bold proclamation stunned him for a moment before yielding, placing a deep kiss and a hot tongue against your lips.

His thrusts became faster as he kissed you with more passion and vitality. For an old man, he certainly had his stamina up to par. Your fingers thread through his red and grey tresses, tugging him closer to you gently as you moaned shamelessly into his mouth.

The pleasure in your core was more intense, fiercer this time around as his thrusts became hard and fast. The sounds of both of your moans and skin slapping against skin echoed off the tiled bathroom walls as the both of you felt your orgasms coming.

“Enji, fuck!” You whined, beginning to squirt on his fast-paced cock. “I-I’m cumming; I’m cumming!”

“Cum for me, princess.”

With a choked sob, you creamed yourself all over his cock, which continued to pound into your hole before he groaned your name and came deep inside you.

Nothing but the sounds of the water sloshing and your labored breathing could be heard as you both came down from your highs.

After a moment of rest, Enji pulled out and wrapped you in a towel before laying you gently on the bed. A towel was wrapped around his own waist as he looked at you fondly, brushing stray hairs out of your eye sight as he sat next to you on the bed.

“I must ask, how did you end up at the auction site?”

What a loaded question, but the intimacy you two shared allowed for it.

“I was kidnapped off the streets after my parents abandoned me when the prison break happened.”

He sighed gruffly and took your hand in his.

“What utter fools, tossing aside a beautiful rose such as yourself.”

His thumb traced over your soulmate mark. You still had yet to know how he knew before ever meeting you.

“It's alright; I never considered them my family. I just wish I could have met mine, but at least I met my soulmate.”

A crinkled smile adorned his face.

“You've done more than meet them.”

What could that have meant?

“I’m your father and your soulmate, little one.”

A rock hit the pit of your stomach as you retracted your hand from his.

“That isn't a funny joke, I'm serious.”

“So am I.” His hand was quick to snatch your back. “What could I possibly gain from lying to you?”

“P-Prove it.”

“Our soulmate marks, I saw yours the moment you were born in the Hosu hospital before my wife separated us all those years ago. I can recite your birthday if you'd like me to, for good measure.”

Fuck, he really wasn't lying. A lump formed in your throat as tears sprung in your eyes.

“Why would you do this to me?” You whispered, barely even able to hear yourself.

“Because I love you. I love you so much, sweetheart. Ever since I saw you for the first time in the hospital, my entire life has changed because of you. All I ever wanted was you.”

Enji was quick to shush your cries, using his free hand to wipe your tears away.

“Will you forgive me for being selfish?”

The disgust and horror filled everyone of your senses, especially when you came to a realization that he was everything you've ever wanted.

What came out of your mouth next stunned the both of you.

“You can apologize by begging on your knees and cleaning me up with your tongue, Daddy.”

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Stepdad!Keigo Takami x Stepdaughter!Fem!Reader

content: quirkless AU, pseudo incest (stepcest), non con, fingering, unprotected sex, daddy kink, dacryphilia, praise kink, degradation

another shoutout to @dearestdynamight, @adminbryantsaki, and @tamakisbunnygirl-main for reading this over for me!!! and being there for my constant brain rot talk of it hehehe

this is a collaborative piece with @dearestdynamight who’s piece is here!

tags: @unmeiii @cxnicalsweetheart

word count: 3.2k

HIS LITTLE GIRL

In retrospect, you should’ve just shut up and counted your blessings.

Sure, Keigo was a little handsy with you, constantly putting his hand on the small of your back to guide you out of the way, sitting a little too close to you on the couch and stroking your thigh; constantly offering to take you shopping at fancy stores and his eyes lighting up at how you looked in pretty lace dresses and stockings. Buying you pretty lingerie. He was the cool step dad too, all your friends loved him, he always picked you up after parties and always promised he wouldn’t tell your mom and all you had to do was give him a little peck and after you did he’d comically lock his lips, pretend to throw away the key and forever seal away all your secrets.

But even if you felt like some boundaries were being pushed, he makes your mom happy. When your dad died you thought she’d never smile again, but then Keigo waltzed into your lives and it was like the sun came back after a long winter.

Your friends constantly commented on how good looking he is, the perfect amount of scruff on his face, his golden hair, lean but muscular build. You would roll your eyes and crinkle your nose when they giggled their thoughts to you, telling them that you could never think of Keigo like that. That he fills the shoes of your deceased father so well.

Keigo was also great at giving you everything your heart desired, rarely told you “no” and effectively you were spoiled like a princess. Tiffany jewelry and Gucci bags and every Chanel perfume was at your disposal. Shopping trips to the mall were a biweekly activity. Keigo called it “daddy and daughter time” and you always looked forward to it, the time was solely for you and Keigo and your mother -grateful to every deity she could think of that she found a man who would dote on her daughter as much as she does- was usually left behind to her own vices, but always received a new piece of jewelry to wear around her neck. The only cost was to you was your undivided attention, thus your phone was usually left at home.

When your mother announced she was going to be gone for a week due to a work trip you couldn’t have been more ecstatic to spend quality time alone with Keigo, barely stifling your happiness at the thought when she told you and attempting to look like you’ll miss her. Of course you’d miss her, but your mother was much better at putting her foot down than Keigo was.

The first 2 nights of your mothers absence was spent on the couch with Keigo, your legs thrown over his while you both watched 80s movies. He would thumb small circles onto your thigh, eyes fixated on the screen and occasionally throwing handfuls of popcorn into his mouth.

The third night however, Keigo asked you a question that made you freeze momentarily.

You both had just watched the third movie of the night, you were curled up on his lap as he stroked your hair; your head comfortably on his chest as you inhaled his expensive cologne. You wondered briefly why he never held you like this when your mother is around, but pushed the thought down. You shifted in his lap slightly, uncomfortable at the hardness lying between his legs pressing into you.

“Princess, would you like to sleep with me in my bed tonight?” He asks, an innocent tone to his voice.

You pause, thinking of how to answer. Wasn’t it a bit weird, being an 18 year old girl and sleeping in the same bed as your step father? What would your mother think, sharing a bed with her husband? Or your friends or anyone that would find out?

But on the other hand, Keigo would never do anything to you that you would be uncomfortable with. Even if he pushed your boundaries sometimes, you never told him to stop or that you were uncomfortable by his actions, but you were confident in the fact that he would if you asked. You knew Keigo loved you, and only ever meant well.

Keigo’s honey colored eyes carefully watched you chew at your lower lip as he exhaled a bit dramatically. “I’m sorry princess, that’s a bit weird of me to ask isn’t it?” He sighed, running his hand through his wheat colored locks. “I just miss your mom so much, and it’s been a bit lonely sleeping without her lately. But it’s ok honey, I understand if you’re uncomfortable.” And your heart breaks in your chest looking at the despondent look on his face.

“No,” you say, a little too quickly, cursing yourself internally for hurting Keigo’s feelings. “I can sleep in the bed with you! It’s not weird at all, come on, you're like my dad.” You smile brightly at him and he smiles back, pressing a kiss to your forehead and you giggle.

“You’re the best little girl, princess.” He smiles fondly at you, and you feel pride swelling in your chest, knowing how much he loves you, knowing how proud he is of you. He picked you up bridal style, catching you off guard and you squeal a little bit. He just laughs at you. “Bet you weren’t expecting this out of your old man huh?” His eyes glimmer at you brightly, and if you weren’t so stupid -so innocent- you would’ve also noticed the darkness growing there too. Keigo carries you the entire way -up the spiral staircase and into your parents bedroom- and throws you unceremoniously onto the plush king size bed. You squeal again, giggles spilling from your lips.

Keigo climbs into bed next to you, carefully tucking you in underneath the plush blanket. You fall asleep quickly, with Keigo’s arm carelessly thrown over your body.

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The bed was strangely damp when you woke up the next morning, your thighs sticking together with an odd white substance between your legs. You inspect it, praying you didn’t have a wet dream that one night you shared a bed with your step father. You turn over, expecting to see him but the bed was empty. Crawling carefully out of the bed and stretching -arms towards the ceiling and standing on your tiptoes, groaning slightly at how good a full body stretch feels first thing in the morning- you walk out the bedroom carefully and the smell of pancakes coming from the staircase hits you.

“Keigo?” You call out from the top of the stairs.

“I’m down here princess!” He responded, voice sounding bright and chirpy. “I’m making us some breakfast, are you coming down anytime soon?”

“Yeah,” you tell him. “Let me take a shower real quick!” You don’t want Keigo to question you about what’s on your legs, saving the both of you an awkward conversation.

“Okay, honey! Not too long I don’t want your food to get cold.”

You showered quickly, and got dressed, slipping on a frilly skirt and blouse and practically skipped down the stairs. In your mind, there truly was nothing like Keigo’s cooking, pancakes were always moist and fluffy, meats always tender and juicy and every meal warmed you to the core.

“Good morning!” You chirp at him, opening your arms to him. He wiped his hand on a towel and enveloped you in a hug, pressing a kiss to your hair and stroking your back.

“Good morning, princess.” He smiles at you, handing you a plate full of bacon, eggs and pancakes. “How’d you sleep?”

You paused for a minute, and you’re glad Keigo is focused on cooking up the remaining pancakes, knowing you were never very good at keeping your emotions off your face. “Good.” You say simply, dumping syrup on your pancakes. You hear Keigo mumble in agreement, entirely focused on the stove as he cooks.

“Hey Keigo,” you asked him sweetly, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. “Tsuyu and Momo wanted to hang out today, do you think I can?”

Keigo turned and looked at you, a stern expression on his face. “I don’t know, princess. I was enjoying our daddy and daughter time and I’d hate to share ....”

“Please,” you begged, hands clasped together, widening your eyes. “Please Keigo, I won't be long, only a few hours!” Keigo still looks unsure at you, indecision in his golden eyes. Before you could even realize the fullness of your suggestion you blurt out, “I’ll sleep in the bed with you tonight.” You felt your face redden and quickly add on, “You know… so you don’t get lonely.”

You’re not able to read the expression that flashed on Keigo’s face for a moment, and you’re scared you had just said something wrong; he grins at you, shaking his head as he chuckles softly. “Alrighty, dove. But only because you sweetened the deal.” He winked at you and you grinned back at him.

“Thank you, Keigo!” You get up and give him a peck on his lips.

“What’s that for?” He asked with an eyebrow cocked.

“It’s the payment remember?” You say. “Mom said she wanted me at home all week to study.”

“Oh that's right..” he mused. “Better make it 2 then, she’ll kill us both if she found out.” You laugh and give him another kiss, watching him pretend to throw the key away.

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You started to feel bad for lying to Keigo, telling him you were hanging out with Tsuyu and Momo when the reality was, you were spending the night in the back of Shouto Todoroki’s car with his tongue down your throat. You’d been texting Shouto for weeks, sending lewd photos back and forth and waiting for the opportunity to be able to hang out with him. Your mom leaving was the perfect chance and one you couldn’t pass up. She was much harder to lie to than Keigo.

You were convinced everything about Shouto was perfect, his slicked back red and white hair and heterochromatic eyes. His well tailored clothing and he even smelled perfect. Like linen and the beach with musky undertones. But the most perfect thing about him was the way he kissed you, his hand on the small of your back as his tongue explored your mouth. Giving your lips and neck perfect little nibbles and rewarding your soft mewls with more in the right area. How quickly he was able to find that sweet spot just above your collarbone. It was obvious from kissing Shouto that he had plenty of experience, and was even patient with you while you figured out just the right way to kiss him.

You hear your phone buzz, a text from Keigo asking where you were illuminating the screen. You’re puzzled for a minute, before glancing at the time and realizing you were supposed to be home an hour ago. “SHIT!” You exclaim loudly, sitting up in the back seat and nervously running a hand through your hair. “Shouto I was supposed to be home an hour ago! Please can you take me home?”

He chuckles and shakes his head softly. “Of course, baby. I can’t just have you walk home.” He looks nervously at you. “We’ll do this again though, right?”

You smile at him, giving him a chaste kiss on his lips. “Definitely.”

“I uh…. got a little carried away on your neck.” Shouto thumbs over a purple hickey on your collarbone. “Hang on.” He bends over and picks up a scarf that was discarded on the floor of his car, carefully wrapping it around your neck. “Think he’ll notice?” He asks quietly.

“Nah,” you smile with a soft wave of your hand. “Even so, I can run up the stairs and cover it with some makeup.”

“Let’s hope it works out then.”

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Shouto waits in the driveway until you enter your house, giving you a little wave as he pulls off. You enter as quietly as you can, softly closing the door and turning towards the stairs.

“What were you doing?” You hear Keigo call out to you, sitting at the island in the kitchen.

“Nothing,” you say all too quickly, adjusting the scarf around your neck. “I just got back from hanging out with Tsuyu and Momo.”

Keigo shifts himself and looks at you. “Huh,” he says slowly, clicking his tongue. “That’s funny. I know you said Tsuyu was taking you home, and I know that her car isn’t that nice. As a matter of fact, it looks an awful lot like Enji Todoroki’s car now that I think about it.” You’re frozen to the spot on the floor, mind racing and searching for a lie to tell Keigo. “Don’t even think about lying to me, princess. I already know, I can tell you weren’t with Tsuyu in that car, unless she gave you that hickey. That scarf around your neck is Coach, and the last time I checked, you don’t like Coach, but his wife does.”

You stare at the floor, shifting your weight from each leg and picking at your fingernails. “Please don’t tell mom.” You mumble.

“Don’t tell your mom?” Keigo scoffs incredulously. “You lied right to my face and all you’re worried about is your mom finding out? Not even an apology? What if something happened to you and I didn’t know where you were? What if he took advantage of you? Everyone knows the Todoroki family is scummy, believe me I know his father well I worked with him for years. No, believe me this is a secret I can’t keep. I’m telling your mom.”

And you couldn’t help yourself. Couldn’t help how angry you were at Keigo, for telling you he wouldn’t keep this secret like he’s kept every other secret you’ve had so far. Your lower lip trembling with anger and your tiny hands balled into fists at your sides as your chest exploded you screamed at him. “You’re not my dad, Keigo! Stop pretending you are.”

As soon as you said it, you regretted it. The look on Keigo’s face killed you, contorted in pain as if the words themselves had turned into knives and stabbed him. You take a step towards him, arm slightly outstretched in an attempt to apologize. “Keigo… I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean it.”

Keigo chuckled darkly, rolling up his sleeves and shaking his head. “I do so much for you. You know that right? Never tell your mom when you’re out late drinking with friends, always more focused on making sure you got home safe rather than ratting you out.” There’s something menacing in his eyes, the way he looks at you like a starved man finally being offered food. He stalks slowly towards you and you make steps back, alarm bells ringing in your head to keep distance between the two of you. “I give you everything you want, everything your pathetic heart desires, and not only do you take the opportunity to lie to me, you say the most hurtful thing you can possibly think of to me when I call you out on it.”

“K-Keigo, I’m sorry.” You blubber, backing up until your legs hit the back of the couch. “I didn’t mean it….I didn’t mean it.”

Something broke inside Keigo when he saw you sobbing, and he pounced on you, pinning you underneath him on the couch. “You’re sorry, huh? Sorry?” He laughs at you without humor, clicking his tongue. “I don’t know, princess. You were being such a brat earlier. Tell me you’re sorry, no wait…. Tell daddy you’re sorry and maybe I’ll forgive you.” His fingers move their way up your skirt and your breath hitches when you feel his finger move up and down your slit through your panties.

“You’re soaking wet, princess.” He laughs. “You’re just a filthy whore. Hopefully your mom never finds out.” He pulls your panties aside, finger moving its way into your soaked entrance. “Shit.” He grunts out, his finger making a “come here” motion and hitting that soft spongy part inside you perfectly that makes you sob.

“Kei….Kei I’m sorry.” you cry out, lip trembling and little hiccuping sobs escaping, mumbling apologies and shifting your thighs in an effort to put distance between you and his expert fingers. “Please don’t, I’m sorry.”

“Shut up brat,” Keigo spits, “I’m not your real dad, remember? So nothing I’m doing should bother you since I mean so little to you, right?” He adds an extra finger and can’t hold back the soft cry that escapes your parted lips. He keeps scissoring inside you, pussy making soft squelching noises as his hand moves back and forth. You hate yourself in that moment, hate how you can feel your essence seeping out of you, soaking onto the couch and you sob even harder when the heel of his hand rubs up on your clit.

A strange and warm feeling builds up in your core, and you attempt futilely again to edge yourself away from him with no avail. You feel warm all over as your climax washes over you, body spasming and twitching and Keigo’s fingers are relentless, never giving up until he feels your pussy stop throbbing around him.

“Still being stubborn, huh?” Keigo tuts, voice dripping with false sympathy. “That’s a shame.” You’re too out of it to understand, too fucked out and riding the regrettable high of your first orgasm to notice Keigo taking off his pants and boxers. His cock is completely erect, freed from his boxers; little bit of pre dribbling from the tip. He’s ruthless when he plunges into you, and you cry out from the sting of his dick filling you up.

“Please, daddy.” You sob, the word sounding sickening on your tongue. “Please don’t.”

Keigo starts pounding into you, hand fisting your hair as he laughs. “Too late, princess… god you feel so good. so soft, much better than your mother does.” He tightens his grip on your hair and you cry out. “You were being such a brat earlier, you did this to me so shut up and take it. Take your daddy’s cock like the dumb slut you are.” He thrusts into you with every word, cock kissing your cervix every time and you wince from the pain of it. He’s ruthless, pounding into you like a fucktoy.

“Daddy don’t, please don’t. I’m sorry.” You sob, tears running down your face.You feel like you’re bursting at the seams, Keigo’s cock filling you up so well as he pounds into you mercilessly, hand brought down to rub your clit in skillful circles and you feel that strange feeling building up in your core again.

“Getting close princess, you’re doing so good, taking my cock so well. So good such a good little girl. My good little girl all mine.” Keigo says breathlessly, and you feel his thrust stutter as your orgasm washes over you, hot ropes of cum lining your insides.

When Keigo finally pulls out of you, sweat gathering at his brow as he watches tears continue to streak down your face, your little body shaking with broken sobs, he sighs; the sound heavy with disappointment.

Keigo cradles you to his chest, kissing your hair, and gently lifting you off the couch; carrying you to the bathroom to place you in a bath. His gentleness is a stark contrast to how rough he was with you moments earlier. Even when you’ve upset him, lied to him, and said hurtful things to him, he’ll always take care of you. You’re his little girl after all.

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