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mulberrysilk · 2 years

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Geto Suguru x f!Reader

Bounded!Geto tag

summary: Despite being the only person in your clan with the weakest presence of cursed energy, you were not deemed entirely useless. To your father, you were the greatest offering they could give to Geto Suguru, and to your surprise, he accepted.

cw: arranged marriage, Geto becoming possessive, mild choking, unprotected sex, DUBCON, creampie, fingering, manipulation , a little bit of dacryphillia, loss of virginity, corruption kink, breeding kink

wc: 5.4K

a/n: hope y’all enjoy this one. It is rather sweet? But still a little dark. Geto will and can breed you, make sure that you’ll provide him the necessary heirs he needed. And in this fic, I imagine that he would actually be a very loving husband as time goes by, because his wife had no sin as bad as his that could make him hate her. uwu

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M I N O R S D O N O T I N T E R A C T

The tug at your hair snapped you out of your daze, reminding you of the present. Eyes focusing on the mirror from its blanked out state, you were met with a reflection you didn’t quite recognise. Golden ornaments adorned your head and was weaved into your hair, shimmering with red gems. Your makeup was done in a natural fashion, your mother keen on keeping your look natural, pure and radiant, to make sure the ‘buyer’ would be satisfied with what he was promised. The pure white wedding kimono felt heavy on your body, the fabrics not weighing much seemed to weigh like sacks of stones. To wear something so beautiful and intricate was something you weren’t used too as well.

“You make a beautiful bride,” your mother smiled behind you, a warm smile that made you tell yourself that despite the circumstances, at least she was happy.

And you were reminded just what you were supposed to do today.

To fulfil a duty only you in your family can do and was able to. You weren’t much use to your family due to you having under developed cursed technique. ‘You are weak’, they said. ‘You have cursed energy but it’s not strong enough like everyone else in the family.’ Because of that you were raised to do house chores well, taught about how to be a good wife and a mother. You were happy that even though there was a hierarchy of power in your family, they never abandoned you. They still treated you as a daughter, cousin and sister. If doing this will make them happy, then you’d happily oblige because for once, you were of use.

But why couldn’t you shake the heavy feeling in your heart, as you walked down the aisle in the temple. Your father’s arm linked with yours provided no comfort as you approached and managed a glimpse of the man who was your groom. Your soon to be husband.

Unlike the times you’ve seen him in the gatherings of his followers, he wore ceremonial black robes, a fit that radiated a different kind of superiority and energy than his usual Buddhist styles robes that he masqueraded in.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. You were going to marry the leader of the organisation your family devoted themselves to, a man so powerful and malicious that he massacred a hundred or more civilians in one night. A mass murderer. A man who deemed shamans and cursed users to be superior than normal humans. You barely knew anything about who he really was, only the stories, testaments and word of mouth from other devotees who would visit your clan.

The whole part of the ceremony went as practiced and as traditionally as you were taught but when it came to the part to where the bride and groom kiss, your hands that were in his large ones, hands that had caused so much pain and suffering, trembled. Unlike you, his dark eyes were warm and calm, his smile as well, but despite managing to remain composed, you were reluctant and frightened. Maybe it was because of how unreadable he was when he looked at you that way. That concerned you more than the fact you were kissing for the first time in your life, and more so, kissing a stranger.

The two of you exited the shrine, arms linked with each other as the people you called family and his followers, showered pink blossom leaves or rose petals in the air, celebrating the marriage of their leader. He thanked them humbly with a smile and nod of his head, the two girls who he had rescued also smiling and even tearing up at the sight. You had been with them before, your father asked by Geto himself to have his daughter be somewhat of a female presence for them, and that’s how you got somewhat close to the two girls, looked after them as if they were your little sisters.

You kept quiet on the way out and folded your hands neatly on your lap in the car that escorted the two of you to the new house you would be living in. This was the first time you two were alone and you couldn’t tear your eyes from your fingers, scared to see what expression he wore.

“I didn’t get to say this,”he broke the silence, his voice as alluring as always. “You look very beautiful.”

You didn’t expect that.

Out of respect, you stuttered a gentle, “T-thank you.” Also not expecting the soft chuckle that bubbled from his chest.

“My pretty wife can’t look me in the eyes.”

You missed the light joking tone in his sentence and panicked. Looking at him, wide eyed as you quickly blurted, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—

You were met with an expression almost mirroring yours. His eyes were wide and slowly blinking at your reaction, more surprised than your panic. His cheek had lifted off his palm that he had been leaning on, admiring you without you even knowing.

“I didn’t say that to scare you,” his brows raised slightly. “I was merely teasing.”

“T-teasing?” Your brows knitted together.

“Yes, teasing. Couples do that to each other.” He spoke in a matter of fact. You knew that. It’s just you didn’t expect this to be a normal marriage. Does he really intend to see you as his equal, his other half? Rather than just a woman bound to him by oath, whose duty was to bear him heirs. “You know what your duties are I assume. Your parents raised you differently from your siblings.”

You nodded, doing your best to not let your gaze waver, anxious if that should anger him.

“I’m to bear you children.”

“You are to be my wife.”

The both of you spoke at the same time. Each other’s words surprising one another once more.

Geto knew of his reputation and how it instilled fear, respect and admiration from his followers, but despite his deep seated belief in his ideology, he wasn’t as heartless as everyone believed. He asked your father, his clan being the only clan that severed their ties with Jujutsu Tech and risked their connections with other clans, to name a few, Zenin, Kamo and Gojo, to follow him, and to offer you as his wife.

“I will not be dishonest with my wife and not admit that the main intention of this marriage is to have heirs. My own clan. Once my goal has been reached, I would very much like to rest and watch the world that I have made for my followers and other sorcerers.”

“A world where sorcerers are not sacrificed nor obligated to save normal humans,” you recalled what he had said long ago, the first time you’ve ever heard or seen him. When your family pledged their allegiance and loyalty to him and his goal.

You noticed the little twitch of the end of his lips going higher, a proud, gentle and flattered smile adorning his face.

“Exactly.” He leaned his chin on his palm once more, legs spreading wider as he continued to stare at you with that look you didn’t quite understand. Was it mockery or interest? “Though your father offered you to me…”

Offered. The word echoed in your chest, making your heart sink at how you were given away like an offering to please a God.

“I already found you endearing even before.”

A merciful, kind, God perhaps.

The pit in your chest disappeared, and was now filled with a thousand butterflies fluttering as you felt your heart skip a beat. He had always been a charmer, he charmed people to follow him, to devote themselves to his cause and if they don’t, he instilled fear in them, threaten them.

The rest of the journey to the new house was silent, your heartbeat drumming in your ears. The large traditional Japanese styled home was funded by none other than one of the many donors that supported his cause. There was only the two of you when your arrived in the secluded home, surrounded by woods for privacy, unlike your clan, there were no maids or servants to maintain the upkeep of the lot. But Geto assured you, as he slid open the door that looked out the lawn, that there will be a maid or gardener that would come by, and that you won’t shoulder as much housework as you thought. It was just for the time being, he wanted to be alone in this new house with his wife.

After dinner and soaking in the bath, you found yourself in the master bedroom, in your cotton robe looking for your sleepwear. The clothes were new and the only ones that were yours were formal dresses you had in the past, other than that everything was new, from daywear to sleepwear. Not wanting to stay naked any longer under the robe, you slipped on some comfortable cotton underwear before putting on a silk set of a thinly strapped camisole and soft silk bottoms, that were shorter than the ones you owned but comfortable nonetheless.

While you were eying the low made bed in the middle of the lantern lit room, you didn’t hear Geto entering the room but a low whistle caught you off guard, making you turn quickly, the back of your knees hitting the edge of the bed. Your butt sunk into the soft mattress, your fingers clutching the comforter laid on top of it as heat rose to your cheeks and you averted your gaze.

But the image was still fresh in your mind, his hair messily beautiful in a loose bun, droplets of water leaking down his naked toned torso, your heart for the brief second you saw him, beating so fast at v line that pointed down his hips, only a cotton towel covering his lower body.

“Geto-sama,” you gasped, looking down at your lap, folding your legs beneath you.

“My wife should call me by my first name, don’t you think?” He raised a brow, his tone teasing as he stepped closer to the bed where his own robe laid on the corner.

You nodded, remaining still in your place, waiting for orders cause you were unsure of what to do in his presence, in your shared bed.

“You look very pretty wearing the clothes I’ve bought you,” he hummed, stepping closer, his hand unable to stop itself from reaching out and pushing your hair behind your shoulder.

His fingers brushing your bare shoulder made you shiver, warmth spreading from where he touched you to your chest, to your core.

“You’re so timid,” he softly said out loud, enamoured by the woman before him. A woman that he knew was untainted by the monkeys, someone raised to obey him, support him, stand by his side no matter what and the more he stared at you, the more he relished in the idea of being your first man, your first everything.

“Do you not like me?” He teased.

“No!” You quickly objected, the thought absurd, the panic in your voice catching him off guard. “Geto-sama is everything and more than I could ever ask for. I promise to be a good wife.” Your eyes finally met his, unaware of how your words made blood rush down to his cock. He wondered just how good you’d be for him.

“I don’t doubt your words, my dear.” He placed his hand on your shoulder now, warm palm covering your skin. He had half the urge to slip the thin strap down your shoulder.

You couldn’t stop staring at him. His raven black hair messily strewn behind his back, strands falling over his handsome chiselled face and dark eyes staring into yours, he wasn’t robed in the thick clothes he always wore, this was a side of him only you were honoured to see.

His long fingers traced your jaw before cupping your cheek, making you look up at him, his eyes glowing with something you can’t quite place but entranced you all the same.

“My dear wife, I ask you now, if you willingly offer your body, heart and spirit to me?”

You should’ve been scared. Should've been stubborn and have resisted. He was a stranger whom you only knew of from afar, a leader you and your family followed devotedly, and yet, your answer fell so softly from your lips selflessly. As if his very being took your breath away despite of the fear of the unknown. As if he was a god and you were a devote worshipper, ready to serve him and be at his disposal.

“Yes.”

Why did he make you feel like this? Was it because of his strong cursed energy that yours could never amount or compare to? Or was it fear of not fulfilling your duties as his wife?

All those questions soon disappeared when he pushes you on the bed, pinning you beneath him, palms on either side of your head and your thighs between his legs.

“Such a good little kitten,” he purred, warm breath tickling your ear and teeth nibbling at your lobe, a soft mewl squeezing from your throat.

“Obey me and you will be rewarded,” he pressed a kiss on your neck this time, lips hot on your skin and sending a heat straight down your core. He kissed along your jaw before he hovered his face above yours, his lips so close it almost touched your own. He forced you to meet his eyes, gripping your chin. “Stand by me and I will be yours.”

“I promise,” you swore breathlessly, wanting to feel more of him. To lose yourself in the way his presence overpowered you. “I promise to love you.”

“I’ll hold you onto that promise,” was all he said before his lips finally met yours with a heated passion that made your shiver.

Geto wasn’t trying to be romantic by any means, it just happened. The expressions you made whenever he spoke to you were cute and endearing, your voice and the way you offered yourself to him without a second thought fed his ego, and your timid,starry eyes , captivated him to the point where he actually wanted to make this an actual marriage for you.

Marriage bounded you to him. You were his, and something about that made him possessive.

You blinked hazily when his lips parted from yours, their warmth something you craved for. Geto’s hand caressed your mid-drift, the silk camisole rising and bunching under your breasts, the straps falling of your shoulders as he trailed his hand higher. His fingers brushed over the curvature of your breast, his fingertips making contact with your hardened nipple making you bite your lip and press your thighs together.

His touch was gentle. Something you didn’t expect from him. The way it made you feel was addicting. It was like rays of sunshine shining and warming your skin. You couldn’t believe you were letting a man touch you like this, it was embarrassing how easily you succumbed to him. But he was your husband.

You stared up at him, a tinge of coal colored fear prickling behind the dark red waves of lust. His slanted eyes were cold, demanding even. His dark long tresses fell over his broad shoulders as he shadow loomed over you, as if veiling you. His warm fingers now traced your collar bones, your chest rising and falling with anticipation, lips parted and swollen from kissing. You awaited his next move with bated breath.

“Say it again,” his voice lowered in volume, dangerously so. His eyes were moving all over your face, taking in every detail of your expression. Fear, confusion, lust. It was written all over your face. As well as obedience. Submission.

His long fingers enclosed around your throat, the action making your eyes meet his. He squeezed gently, forcing your lips to part in a cute little ‘o’, your brows knitting upwards as you tried to breathe in his hold. You weren’t even fighting back. Was that how much you valued your word?

“Tell me your sweet promise again,” he husked, his other hand gliding down and under the waistband of the satin shorts, fingers pressing against your clit through your panties, your slick seeping through the fabric. You pressed your thighs together, biting your lip

“I…” you tried to say, losing focus when he slowly drew circles over that sensitive part, your hips writhing not sure if it was to get away from his touch or to have more of it.

“Tell me, wife,” he squeezed the sides of your neck again, his thumb, despite the threatening hold he had, caressed your skin.

“I promise,” you managed to get out, voice pitchy and trembling, a soft moan leaving you when he pushed your panties to the side to dip his fingers between your slit; warm fingers tracing up and down, spreading your wetness before going back to massaging your clit. Your core clenched. “I promise to love you, Suguru.”

An unbecoming whine left you when you felt his finger slip past your entrance. Your gummy walls welcomed the intrusion, clenching greedily around his digit, even more so when he added another.

“I like it when you say that,” he smirked, satisfied and amused with how your body reacted to his touch, how sensitive you were. “Make sure to say it often. For me.” His hand left your neck.

You nodded, your hand coming over your mouth to muffle your voice when he began to move his fingers in a come hither motion. He was rubbing your sensitive spot so easily, your thighs were shaking.

“Can you feel how wet you are, darling? You’re dripping,” he leaned down, whispering in your ear.

You could. You could feel how wet you had become the more he touched you, the more he pumped his fingers in and out your cunt. Your arousal was leaking from your hole and you could only moan and whine at how good it felt. You didn’t want him to stop.

“And it’s all for me, isn’t it?”

You nodded your head quickly again, your arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him close as your hips twitched and writhed with pleasure.

Getou could feel your tight heat clench around his fingers, signalling you were close to cumming. He internally swore at how tight and warm your walls were, he can’t help but imagine how good it would feel once he splits your virgin pussy with his cock.

“Suguru,” you panted, eyes squeezing shut, face scrunching at the overwhelming, new sensations. “I-I c-can’t.” You didn’t know what you were saying but somehow he knew.

“It’s okay, darling. You don’t have to hold back. Cum around your husband’s fingers,” he rasped in your ear, a smirk dancing on his lips before he nibbled at the sensitive part on your neck. Once you heard his words, as if on command, you felt that tightening knot inside you snap, it’s threads exploding in different directions form your core, pleasure licking at every fibre of your being.

“W-wait,” your hand barely wrapped against his wrist, your body still spasming from your orgasm, his fingers still curling and scissoring inside your cunt. “Too m-much.” Your hips tried to wriggle away, something he found cute as he tilted his head to the side, admiring the woman who would carry his child.

“I got carried away,” he said simply, pulling his fingers out and opting to slowly circle round your clit. He didn’t get carried away, he just wanted to get a glimpse of your expression should he overstimulate you. With the way you were breathing heavily beneath him right now, eyes bleary and blinking to gather yourself, he wanted nothing more than to breed you dumb.

You’d let him wouldn’t you?

“It’s okay,” you easily forgave him, voice small as your eyes moved from his face and trailed down his torso, stopping where his towel was still wrapped around his hips. You reached out, fingers slipping beneath the fabric, shyly tugging at it to loosen. “S’not fair.” You mumbled.

Geto chuckled. You only had cum around his fingers and you were already so drunk on lust. “I wasn’t sure if you would want to go all the way tonight,” he teased, bringing his fingers to his lips, tongue sliding along his long digits to taste you. Your eyes widened at the gesture, your walls clenching tightly with need as more heat crept up your cheeks. “It’s only our first night as husband and wife after all, and I am but a stranger to you aren’t I? I didn’t want to scare you.” He was telling you things that would make you give up to him, he wanted you to wholeheartedly beg for him to take you.

He continued to clean off his fingers with his tongue, his eyes never leaving yours as he did, knowing that it would spur you on.

You turned your head away as if embarrassed to have been caught looking at something you shouldn’t have seen.

“I’m not scared,” you murmured, a hint of shame swelling in your chest at how you so greedily wanted to feel more of him.

“You’re not?” His voice was light, playful even. He unwrapped the towel around his hips, letting it fall to the side before wrapping his hand around his hard, throbbing cock, his eyes on your glistening wet pussy.

“N-no,” you replied, your hands gripped the pillow under your head. You were not scared of him. You were far more scared of admitting you wanted more.

After all he wasn’t a stranger anymore, right? He was to be your husband for the rest of your life and what you two were doing was something so intimate between two lovers.

A unfamiliar heat prodding at your entrance made your head snap to face him once more, eyes wide and searching for what it was. His cock was lengthy and thick, the head flushed pink. It was hot and throbbing against your pussy as he slowly rubbed his length between your folds.

How was that going to fit inside of you?

“You’re staring,” he clicked his tongue in a teasing manner, hand on your abdomen, thumb slowly rubbing circles on your clit. He guided his cock along your slit, rubbing the bulbous tip on that sensitive bundle of nerves, making you moan so sinfully.

“S-Suguru…”

“Yes, my dear?”

“I don’t know if I can,” your voice trembled, clueless to the tears that collected on your lashes.

“I’ll take good care of you,” he caressed your cheek. “You promised to love me didn’t you?” He pushed the tip in, earning a sharp gasp from you. “You’ll let me do the same right?”

You were taking deep breaths, the feeling of the hot leaking tip inside your chaste cunt, stinging. You couldn’t believe the tip was in and it already had you keening.

“I promise to be gentle,” he cooed, continuing to rub your clit and leaning forward slowly, easing himself inch by inch into your tight warm cunt. He shuddered from the mere sensation of being inside of you. You were squeezing his cock so tightly, your eyes were a teary mess of fear and confusion.

“Relax,” he soothed, pushing deeper til he was buried to the hilt, a fullness you’ve never felt before.

“H-hurts,” you cried softly, eyes squeezing shut as tears streamed down your cheeks. “You’re t-too…”

“Too what?” He leaned forward, propped on his forearms so that his face was close with yours.

“Too big,” you whimpered, your walls spasming around his length, trying to adjust to his size.

“You feel so good. You’re squeezing my cock so tightly . It’s taking all of me to not to ravage you,” he rasped in your ear, such lewd words making your core tighten. “Oh?” He mused. “You react so well to me. Do you like it when I talk dirty to you?“

“K-kiss me, Suguru,” you forced your eyes open, tears flowing freely as the feeling of his cock spreading your walls began to no longer feel painful, your body now overwhelmed by the new sensations of pleasure. “P-please,” you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding onto him for dear life.

If that would ease your pain, he will.

Being a ‘good husband’, he pressed his lips onto yours, drawing his hips back at the same time, to distract you from the discomfort of being your first and last man. Oh, how addicting the embrace of your walls were as he dragged his cock in and out of your increasingly wet cunt. He muffled your moans with his kisses, his tongue dominating your mouth, adding to the already dizzying sensation of his cock fucking in and out of you.

The fear you had disappeared away as your body melted for him. Increasing hot warmth, spreading through your body as your body begged for more. Now growing used to the rhythm of his hips, to the shape of his cock and his hot kisses.

“How lucky I am to have such a beautiful wife,” he muttered, your lower lip between his teeth as he leaned back, straightening up and holding your hips.

Praises spilled from his lips, his words only making you a slave to him, to his every word, every touch. Oh how you wanted to please him. You felt spoiled already. To have been shown and showered with the intimacy a husband and wife shares on your wedding night. You’ll keep your promise like an oath, you swore as you stared at his face. Were you the reason for the pleasure indulgent look on his face? He appeared feral as if he was a wolf going to devour you.

As your belly grew taut and the pleasure that was sparking throughout your body doubled, you’d let him. You’d let him do anything if it pleased it. Was this love? You weren’t sure but it felt like it.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in, drunk on the thrusts of his cock, the tip brushing against a particular spot inside you that you moaning so obscenely. “S-Suguru, ah, f-feels so good.”

“Yeah?” He smirked, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, fucking you deeper, your back arching. “You’re gonna cum again aren’t you?”

You nodded, legs squeezing tightly around his waist, his eyes watching your breasts bounce with each hard stroke, adoring the blooming marks he made on your chest. Your cries of pleasure were music to his ears, a melody that he only elicited from you. They got higher in pitch the closer you reached your peak, your words incoherent as your sweet cunt sucked him in.

Your velvety walls were heavenly, soft, warm and deliciously hugging his cock. Your arousal spilled from your cunt, leaking onto the bed as a ring of white at the base of his cock formed. He groaned at the sight, fucking into your harder.

Lips parting into a silent scream, nails digging into the flesh of his back, your walls clenched around him, so tightly his hips stuttered it’s pace. The warmth builded up in your belly exploded to every part of your body, trembling and spasming at the intense wave of pleasure that swept through you. You felt as if you were floating, your mind was blank, and the bed felt like clouds against your skin while all you could do was look at him.

“Good girl,” he cooed, able to draw his hips back til his cock almost left you before plunging into you once again, using the wetness from your release to bring him closer to his own. “You take me so well. You look so pretty like this,” he spoke, his compliments making you blush and turn away.

He clicked his tongue in disapproval, grabbing your face roughly with his hand. “Keep looking at me. Don’t hide yourself from me.” He seethed, his other hand pulling you down by the waist to meet each deep thrust.

“T-too much, Suguru. I-I cant anymore! Came already,” you panted, your much smaller hand wrapping around his wrist to stop him or to tell him to slow down.

“We’re not done yet, darling. The night has just begun,” his voice began to loose its steadiness. “I have every intention to fill you full of my seed.” He groaned, giving his final thrust as he spilled inside of you. Hot cum filling your womb, you felt his cock twitch inside and was not able to suppress a moan at how good that felt.

He fell forward but made sure not crush you either, his forehead rested against your own, and the heavy, staggered fanning of his breath on your lips matched your own. “We need to make sure it takes.” He said softly, eyes closed in bliss and kissing you.

Geto remained still inside of you, emptying himself in your womb and as he did, he peppered your chest and neck with kisses, letting you come down from your high before pulling away.

The emptiness that followed when his cock slipped from your cunt, made you shiver. Geto sat back on his heels, his large hands on your hips as he watched his cum leak from your abused cunt. “Mhm, don’t want that to go to waste now don’t we?” He chuckled softly, plugging your hole with two fingers as if to shove back his seed into you.

Eyelids heavy and blinking slowly, you steadied your breaths. Your core was still contracting little by little from your release, and inside your belly felt warm. A warmth you didn’t think you’d find comforting.

Before you could even come to, Geto gently flipped you over onto your stomach, your cheek pressed against he pillow as he lifted your hips up, propping your lower body on your knees. Your pussy was a mess, your slick dripped down onto your thighs and onto the bed, and every time your walls would squeeze around nothing, white cum would seep out your pink hole.

“I have no doubts about your promise,” he spoke, guiding his tip to your swollen cunt once more. “I have no doubts you’d be a good wife.” His hands massaged the fat of your ass, squeezing hard before slapping the flesh, making you whimper. “Do you remember your vows?”

“Ye—ah! Y-yes,” you shakily responded, shivering with pleasure when he plunged back into your cunt once more, the fullness filling you up again.

“Say them again,” he commanded, thrusting languidly, giving you just enough friction.

“Suguru, p-please,”

He needed to hear your words of promise. Geto didn’t know why but he craved it. It was a reassurance that he didn’t know he needed til now.

“I, Y/N, take you, Suguru,” you muttered softly, hands gripping the sheets below as you slowly rocked forward with his thrusts. “T-to be my husband…”

He didn’t expect you to actually be able to say it and yet here you were, face pressed against the pillow with voice quivering and soft moans leaving you, ass up and taking his cock, reciting your vows from heart.

“….T-to love and to cherish,” you continued, your own hips moving, begging for more, meeting his shallow thrusts.

“And?” Geto stilled, leaning over to press his back against yours, his cock buried to the hilt and pulsing in the warmth of your walls.

“A-and,” your hands fisted the sheets when his hand snaked around your body to rub your swollen clit. “And to obey.”

Suguru moaned in your ear, breathy and sweet, it sent shivers down your spine.

“Good girl. Never forget your vows. From here on out,” he carded his fingers through your hair before grabbing a fistful and straightening up, angling himself to reward you with pleasure and his seed. “It’s til death do us part.”

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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Kirishima is a chubby chaser, what can I say.

The moment he sets eyes on you he’s hooked, practically salivating as you giggle and walk with your friends down the sidewalk, so much skin bared to the hot hot sun and his wandering gaze.

Would it be creepy for Kirishima to do a 180 and follow you? Yeah, but luckily the man has confidence to cross the street, march right up and start flirting instead.

It’s such a bold, creepy move, the big man crossing into your path and flashing you a smile and a wink, a “Hi cutie!” being the first thing out of his mouth. If your friend wasn’t with you, you’d feel threatened by the man. Even now, in broad daylight on a busy street, you’re quite intimidated.

He just wants to take you home, right then and there, something wrong with that?

Somehow his boldness makes you agree to a coffee date, and then a picnic, then a movie. More and more dates until you know him well enough to call him your boyfriend, and he calls you sugar and baby and puddin’ and anything sweet that he can think of.

It makes him weak in the knees when you wear clothes that show off your skin, even if it’s just a little bit of shoulder or little shorts that make him want to grab you and start biting at your thighs until they’re covered in marks.

The man acts on his impulses sometimes, jaw dropping when you come out of your house wearing something attractive. He can’t stop himself from circling an arm around your waist, letting a hand wander to fall on your ass and squeeze, chuckling when you squeak and bat him away with hands smaller than his.

When he gets you in his car, he’s leaning over to face-plant onto your thighs, growling and sucking on them like they’re covered in his favorite sauce while you shriek and pull at his hair.

“Kiri! Stop it, that’s-! Too much, we’re-we’re in public!”

“Lemme eat baby, just want a quick snack.” He’ll joke, mouth still brushing against your thighs. It’s a good thing you’re old enough to not live with your parents, explaining why it looks like your legs are bruised and littered with bite-marks would be difficult.

The first time you build up the courage to say “yes” when the man breathlessly asks to fuck you, Kirishima lights up like the literal sun. He bounces off the bed where he’d been holding you to his side, kissing all over your neck and collarbones, idly rubbing himself off against the softness of your thigh as you let your hands wander over his muscles, his biceps.

“I-.......I’m nervous...” You admit hesitantly. What if the redhead sees your bare skin and doesn’t like it’s shape? What if he thinks you’re ugly, or gross, or he gets soft the moment you slide off your shorts? You can’t stand the thought of rejection, not now, not from Kiri.

But the man coos, strides back over with long, athletic steps to grab your face, squishing your cheeks so he can steal a kiss. “We’ll take it slow, yeah?”

Lube is fetched, lights are turned off, Kiri shucks off his clothes and bundles under the covers while you watches, nerves eating your insides, flushing your cheeks, twisting your stomach and making you feel tingly and strung-out.

As soon as you push down your shorts, Kiri’s hooking your leg over his hip, lube-covered fingers coming to stroke flesh hidden by your panties while he distracts you with more kisses, words of praise.

“You’re so hot.”

“God, you’re so soft all over, makes me wanna eat you up, grab you ‘n never let go.”

“Just know you’re gonna make me feel so good, you’re so pretty and all warm.”

He preps you well, enough to have your head swirling and toes curling before he deigns to shift closer, let you feel the drooling tip of his cock.

“Deep breaths baby, relax.” And then he’s sinking inside, inch by torturous inch. It doesn’t burn, it doesn’t hurt, just feels.... uncomfortable. Unusual.

But not bad.

Soft and sweet, that’s how he makes love to you, gentle kisses and hands filled with strength. You’re often insecure - what if he’s turned off by your inexperience? Would he be happier with someone that was fit like him? Are you even good enough to be sleeping with him? but Kiri never stops, insatiable when it comes to your body.

God, you’re just so plush and fuckable, Kiri can’t stop himself from gettin’ all hard just thinking about you, how you’d feel so good in his hands all squishy and soft.

He gets so excited even just making out with you, kisses turning sloppy and messy as he pants into your mouth, desperate and wanting. He’ll drag your hand down to rub at his bulge between his legs, pushing his hips up into your hand while you blush and squirm in embarrassment.

You’re embarrassed and maybe a bit uncomfortable, but it’s hard to focus on that when Kirishima’s whining like a needy baby, pressing your hand down even harder on his cock, wet spots forming through his underwear, soaking the fabric. You can feel how big he is, feel every twitch and every throb of blood as his dick pulses underneath your hand.

Kirishima’s other hand will be tracing groping at your ass, struggling to ground himself as he ruts against your fingers.

Or he’s wrapping his arms around you from behind, kissing at the side of your neck and pressing real close to rub his hardness against you, make it clear what he wants, what he needs.

But he always tries his hardest to stay gentle in his thrusts, even though it’s clear that he has experience, hips that are used to this movement, used to sex and driving into a warm little hole again and again while he growls and nips at plump flesh.

He’s not gentle after he snoops through your computer, through your phone, checking your texts, reassuring himself that he’s the only one you’re talking to. Kirishima didn’t find anything to make him doubt your loyalty, but what he did find made his blood boil straight down to his dick.

“You been holdin’ out on me.” Comes his thick words as he swings his hips, pounding into your gushy, overworked cunt.

Little cries escape your mouth on each thrust, thighs struggling to snap shut around his bulk, but only succeeding in trapping him closer against your heat.

“Don’t try ‘n run, you ain’t gonna get far.” Kirishima grins, sweat dripping off his brow.

The way you moan out teary pleads make his cock pulse inside you and fuck, Kiri’s never thought that he’d be into this kind of thing, but seeing it on your computer browser worked him up into a frenzy.

“Who would’ve known that such a sweet little thing - fuck - is actually a nasty little - unh - freak?”

The words cause your tears to overflow - that and the brutal way Kiri’s bullying his cock into you, even though you’ve already cum, body shaking and trembling while you gasp and choke through the sensation.

There’s no relief, no respite. Kirishima’s found the porn you like, the sites you visit late at night and blush over, idly wondering how it’d feel to have someone treat you like the fucked-out girls and cock-drunk boys moaning before your eyes.

He’ll edge you, again and again with his tongue and fingers until you’re sobbing, begging him to let you cum, all shame and dignity removed as the single thought of getting release remains. Kiri’ll fuck you then, pushing in slow and steady, tease you until you’re practically clawing at him in desperation, wailing for him to go faster, to make you cum. The only thing that’ll get him to break is when you cry that he’s not taking care of you.

Then he’s making you cum so much that your body goes numb, no longer buzzy and electric and twitchy from riding the edge of orgasm for so long. No, now you’re shaking and struggling to form words, mind as mushy as your soft little cunt.

Kirishima is buying you clothes - skimpy little outfits that you’re far too ashamed and insecure to wear, but he forces you into them anyway. ��Just for a second, you’ll look so good!”

It truly is just for a second, because then the clothes are getting shredded as Kiri pushes you up against the mirror, little groans falling from his lips and against your throat as he slides home, deep into your pussy.

Now that he knows he doesn’t have to be gentle with you, Kirishima isn’t afraid to indulge himself a little. After all, you can take it, right?

#tw.nsfw #tw.corruption kink #tw.chubby chaser #Kirishima eijirou #tw.dubcon #tw.coercion #tw.breach of privacy #tw.unhealthy relationship #kiri #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijiro #kirishima #insecure kirishima

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sanemiangel · 3 years

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sanemi + corruption kink

sanemi x fem!reader drabble ,wc-300, minors DNI 18+

cw- corruption kink, dacryphilia

when Sanemi thinks of you, the word at the forefront of his mind has always been angel.

he has always shown interest in you, so when you accepted his advances, he couldn’t wait to have you underneath him, it drove him crazy thinking about it. your figure bent over the fence in your back yard, bouncing you up and down on his cock in the ofuro. he wanted to change your image, he wanted to ruin you. and now, you just gave him the chance to do it.

months into your relationship, after a heated makeout session and heavy groping, sanemi undresses the two of you, kissing and marking up and down your neck relishing your whimpers, god his cock couldn’t get any harder.

laying you down gently on the mattress, he slots himself ontop of you. he wants this to be enjoyable for you, he can send you into the heavens with overstimulation and his own sadism another time, corrupting you in this way will suffice for the moment.

before he goes any further, he asks if it’s alright, as soon as you give him an explicit yes he wastes no time sinking in.

you gasp wrapping your arms around his neck.

“fuck.. why’s it so big...” you whimper.

he feels your tears fall down your cheeks and his eyes roll to the back of his head in ecstasy at the revelation.

“shhh, it’ll feel good soon i promise.” he coos.

after the slow strokes become faster and harder, pinning your arms to the futon, your moans and skin slapping on skin echo off of the walls. your skin glowing in the moonlight seeking through the windows as it reflects on the glistening sweat on your skin.

it feels like he is going to pay for this in the afterlife for his plans to ruin a woman such as you; but, he doesn’t care in the slightest for the future.

#sanemi x reader #sanemi smut #demon slayer smut #kny smut #kny drabbles #demon slayer drabble #sanemi x you #sanemi x y/n #tw.corruption #tw.corruption kink #tw.dacryphilia

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nkogneatho · 3 years

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want Bonten koko and inui to call me a good boy and take my virginity

It's always the Bonten men with corruption kink, isn't it?

#But same. I'd bring my virginity back just for them #go.away.ana #tw.corruption kink #pasi and friends♡

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tetsurousharlot · 2 years

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For @semisgroupie's heaven and hell collab. Very sorry it's late - writer's block is a bitch and a half. Thank you @nocturnalazura for beta reading!

Pairing: (eventual) ascended demon!Dabi x virgin female!reader

Word count: 12.1k

Warnings: light degradation, use of slut, Dabi calls reader pet, depictions of hell, mentions of heaven, Latin and partial demon summoning spells (I used a few different ones and the incantation used is not the full one so do not try this at home), Dabi is lightly based on the demon Sargatanas from the Grand Grimoire but only for the reason reader summons Dabi, pussy + (I think) ass slaps/impact play, breeding kink, daddy kink, light corruption kink, monsterfucking, size kink + belly bulge (only when Dabi's demon form shows), manga spoilers for dabi's identity, mostly unconnected to the canon storyline but kept endeavor being an shitty person and a hero, altered canon slightly for dabi's demon backstory, unprotected sex, consensual somnophilia, light blood kink, branding, rough sex, dabi's saliva in demon form acts an aphrodisiac, overstimulation, pregnancy, angst, fluff, allusion to a character death, I think that's everything but, please, let me know if I missed something. All characters are 18+ and you must be 18 or older to interact. I block minors 17 and under + ageless blogs.

FEBRUARY 13, 2022

Releasing a deep breath, you look over the list you found online during one of your many research sessions to triple check that you have everything needed on the table in front of you: towel, a glass bowl, olive oil, wine, holy water – getting that was not easy if only because you had to work up your nerve to ask for it – and white bread. For extra measure, you have ginger incense, ready to be lit in the holder, red candles, and the Latin script printed and ready to go off to the side.

As a warm glow from your fireplace coats the room, you set up the bright red candles on the edges of the table in a circle, surrounding the bowl in the center of the table on top of the towel, leaving a section open for you to work. Your heart beats fast in your chest as you nervously bite your lip, checking the time on your phone. 1:03 AM. Gulping, you pick up the lighter and light the incense then the candles.

Grabbing the paper of text you need to recite, you start the oration, “Omnipotens sempiterne deus adesto magnae pietatis tue misteriis, adesto piis Invocationibus nostris ut speculum istud quod in tuo nomine bene dicere facto.” Checking the paper again, you finish the oration and move onto the consecration as you place five drops of olive oil in rose formation in the bowl, checking again to continue reciting the words before placing five drops of oil on your thumbs, making a cross shape.

Gulping, you start the final step and repeat the sufflation before washing the bowl with the wine, holy water, and the white bread. Checking the instructions again, you throw the bowl in the fire next to you, watching as it rises and grabbing your fire extinguisher and aiming it at the fire, just in case. The warm yellows and oranges ignite into shades of blue before returning to normal, fire dying down as your shoulders slump.

“Should have figured it was a farce,” you huff as you collapse on the couch and sigh deeply. Head falling back, you look up at the ceiling before becoming restless, getting up to grab the piece of paper, eyes scanning it quickly and mumbling the instructions under your breath. Your head snaps up as the vase on top of your fireplace moves and spins.

“Hello? Are you there?” Your heart beats fast in your chest, eyes moving wildly across the room for a glimpse of who or whatever might be out there. When you receive no response, you huff again before going back to read over the instructions once more, skipping past the oration, the consecration, and the sufflation, speaking the last paragraph of Latin under your breath.

“You called for me, pet?”

Your eyes widen as you jump up from your couch, knees digging into the cushions as you turn to face the man – at least, it looks like a man – leaning on your couch, ice blue eyes glinting dangerously in the warm glow of the fire, smirk on his handsome face. Licking your lips, your eyes take in the rest of his appearance – what you can see anyway – from the fangs poking out under his lips, the metal of his nose piercing glinting in the moonlight shining through your window. Your eyes barely make out the spiky shapes of his black hair in the darkness.

“You’re real? My summoning. . . whatever it was I did worked? Are you really a demon?”

His lips curve up in a smirk, making the four studs – two on each side of the corners on his bottom lip – move with the action, “oh, I’m real, sweetheart. Name’s Dabi. What’d you summon me for?”

Your cheeks heat up as you think back to why you summoned him, eyes looking to the floor as you fiddle with the hem of your shirt. A mirthless chuckle fills the air and your eyes snap up his.

“You had to have a reason, sweetheart,” he walks the couch, plopping down on it next to you. His head lolls back, resting on the back of your couch as he faces you, “so you gonna tell me what it is or just waste my time?”

Turning around to sit on the couch, you create some distance as you stare the fire and gnaw on your lip, “I want you to have sex with me.”

“Ah, there it is,” comes his teasing voice. “Pretty little thing like you doesn’t have any mortal men to fuck you? Or is it just that you’re curious what it’s like to be with a demon?”

“Um,” you chew on your lip nervously some more, “actually, I’ve never had. . . never been with anyone. . . like that.”

“Innocent little thing, too,” moving in a flash, he’s pulling you from the couch and walking down to your bedroom, “I’m gonna have fun corrupting you. Pull all sorts of pretty little whines and moans from you.”

He drops you on your bed, body covering yours as he presses you between him and the mattress, forked tongue slithering out of his mouth as he smirks. Your heart hammers in your chest as he leans down, pressing his lips to yours. Your hands thread in his hair as you deepen the kiss, grinding against him.

Pulling away, he regards you with a mischievous look, “I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re grinding on me like a bitch in heat.”

His lips trail down your neck, sucking harshly before crawling the rest of the way down your body until he’s eye level with your cunt. Sliding his hands up your thighs, a loud rip fills the room as he grips your panties, tongue snaking out to taste them before throwing them to the floor, “delicious. But I’d rather drink it straight from the source.”

His tongue slides between your folds as you bite down on your fist, trying to keep quiet. Pulling away, he gives your cunt a harsh slap, watching in delight as it twitches around nothing, “be a good little slut for daddy and let me hear your sinful moans, pet.”

You nod your head, breathless pants falling from your mouth, as he gives back in, nose bumping against your clit as his forked tongue slides back inside you. His hands grip your hips as he pulls you closer to him, moaning into your pussy as you rock your hips on his face. Your head turns side to side with every wave of pleasure he’s bringing you, hands threading in his hair and pulling tightly.

He smirks and doubles his efforts, hands heating up on your waist as he moves your hips against him, the faint smell of singed skin reaching your nose. The pain only adds to the pleasure as your toes curl, moaning his name and gripping his hair tighter as you cum, his tongue lapping up your juices before pulling back, icy blue eyes glinting in the moonlight.

“Just as delicious as I thought you’d taste, virgin.”

Your cheeks heat up at his words, covering your face with your hands.

“No need to be shy now, pet. Not when I just had you falling apart on my tongue,” his hands slide between your thighs, smirking when you spread your legs for him instinctively. He takes his time, working two fingers into you slowly as you wince at the intrusion. He curls his fingers deeply inside you, adding a third to stretch you out for him.

“More,” you whine, rocking your hips against his hand, much to his delight.

“Greedy slut. I just made you cum and it still wasn’t enough for you?” He smirks as he adds another finger, thumb swiping at your clit.

Your head falls back as your hands grip the sheets, knuckles turning white when his fingers curl against your g-spot. Ripping moan after moan from you, he moves them faster, almost like they’re vibrating inside you.

“Be a good pet and cum again. Coat my fingers and daddy’ll reward you. Daddy will give you what you want more than anything.”

Rocking your hips against his hand, your stomach tightens as you cum around his digits, coating them in your juices. He slows the movements of his fingers as he works you down from your high, heavy pants falling from your mouth. Loosening the grip on your sheets, you watch as he pulls his fingers from you, shoving them into his mouth.

Rubbing your thighs together, you pull your bottom lip between your teeth and watch as he closes his eyes when he licks his fingers clean. Your breath catches in your throat when they flash open, watching the emotion that rages in his icy blue eyes.

Lust. Desire. Danger.

Crawling up your body, his hands slide under your shirt before pulling it over your head. He stands back to admire the view, fangs glinting in the moonlight as he removes his own clothes. Stroking his hardened dick, he smirks as you lift up to rest on your elbows, eyes widening as they fall to his large, veiny cock. You lick your lips as you watch him moving his hand up and down, entranced in his movements.

Rising to your knees, you crawl towards him until you’re kneeling in front of him, nervously chewing on your lip as you look up at him with doe eyes. Your hand replaces his and you bring your mouth closer to his cock, nervousness and uncertainty present in your eyes.

His thumb rubs your cheek, tilting your head up to look at him, “don’t worry, pet. I’ll train you how to suck my cock in time. But, for now,” he moves in a flash, pressing you between his body and the mattress, heavy cock resting against your thigh as he settles between your legs, “I’m gonna claim this virgin cunt as mine.”

You gulp as his cock rubs against your folds, head lining up with them before he pushes in slowly as you freeze at the intrusion. His fingers rub your thighs to distract you, pushing his cock further into you as you relax. A smirk makes its way on his face before his lips claim yours, swallowing your scream as he slams into you, tears running down your cheeks.

His hips still, pressed flush against yours, to let you adjust until you nod. He pulls out until just the tip remains before thrusting back in harshly, triangular nails digging into your thighs, drawing blood, “your cunt is sucking me in. You were fucking made to take me, huh?”

Wrapping your legs around his waist, your heels dig against his cheeks as you roll your hips against his, trying to get him deeper, closer. Hand falling to his forearms, your head falls back, exposing your neck to him, as he bullies his cock into you, balls slapping your ass as your toes curl.

Resting his arms under your thighs, he rocks you both as he places them over his shoulders and pushes them to your chest. Loud moans fall from your mouth and your eyes whirl as he picks up speed, your headboard banging against the wall. Bringing a hand to your clit, he rubs harsh circles as more juices coat his cock, a circle of white forming at the base.

“That’s my good pet, soaking my cock with your desperate, virgin cunt,” he angles his hips and you see stars as he moves his fingers faster, digging your fingers into him deeper. His hand grips your chin, forcing you to look at his mesmerizing, icy blue eyes as he shoves his fingers into your mouth, “fucking cum for me.”

You scream around his fingers as you rock your hips against him faster, stomach tightening until you cum hard, coating his cock in your juices. Your arms fall on the bed as your spent body goes limp and he continues to fuck into you for his own pleasure. His cock twitches inside you as he bites down hard on your shoulder, blood filling his mouth, as he cums, painting your walls white and collapsing on top of you.

Soft light filters through the window as you wake, alone in your bed. ‘Nothing new there,’ you think to yourself as you sit up, thighs screaming in pain and the thin sheet you were covered falls, exposing your bare breast to the empty room. ‘That’s completely new.’

Your eyes widen as there’s a painful throbbing between your legs and memories of last night flash in your mind, heat rising to your cheeks as the sides of your lips curl up, “that really happened. It wasn’t a dream.”

Swinging your feet over the side of your bed, you slowly walk to your bathroom, ignoring the burning between your legs as you start the shower. The sound of running water fills the room as you look at yourself in the mirror, eyes raking over your bare body as you take in the damage of last night. Dried blood marks your neck where Dabi bit you as well as on your thighs where his claws dug into them.

Your tongue rakes over your swollen and bruised lips as you continue taking in the differences of how you look and the smile makes its way back to your face. Steam fills the room and you enter the shower, quickly washing off the remnants from last night and shutting off the shower before wrapping a towel around your body.

Getting dressed after your shower, you quickly change your sheets, throwing the dirty ones in the wash before walking into your kitchen. Passing by the island to your fridge, your eyes fall on a sheet of paper. Tilting your head to the side, you pick it up and your heart beats faster in your chest.

“Call for me again soon, my pet. I’m not done with you yet.”

At the bottom of the note is Dabi’s signature, left in a flourish script, and you hold it to your chest, excited at the thought of seeing him again.

10:23 PM, MARCH 21ST

Sweaty bodies press against each other as you roll your hips against Dabi’s, panting breathlessly in his ear as your fingers grip his shoulders. It took you a month before you had the guts to summon him again but it took no time at all for clothes to be strewn across your living room and his hands to be gripping your hips. Lifting your head to look at him, moonlight glints on his shark bite piercings and his fangs as his lips curl up in a smirk.

“Already so desperate for my cock, pet?” His hand comes down hard on your ass, making it jiggle as the scent of singed skin reaches your nose, too blissed out as you continue to move on top of him to care, “All it took was one time for you to become a dirty cock slut?”

White rings form the base of his dick as you raise to your knees to thrust faster against him, clenching tighter when his claws dig into your lower back, pain and pleasure mixing in a cocktail of senses, “Dabi!”

“Scream more for me,” he whispers in your ear as he angles his hips, planting his feet on the floor to thrust up into you harder, deeper. Your head whirls and your eyes roll back in your head as the vein on the side of his cock rubs along your g-spot, stars flooding your vision as your toes curl.

Digging your nails into his shoulders, your stomach tightens until the coil snaps and you cum over his cock, coating it in your juices. Panting heavily, you fall against him as he continues to fuck up into you, a warmth filling you as he shoots his hot cum inside you, moaning your name in your ear.

Retracting your nails from his shoulders, you bite your lip and hesitantly speak up, “will you be here when I wake up?”

“I’ll be here until you fall asleep but I don’t spend the night with my pretty, little pets,” his fingers grip your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Got it?”

“Yeah, got it,” you say sullenly as you try to ignore the fluttering in your heart before lifting off him and climbing down his body, the idea to keep him here for longer popping in your head. Gripping his length in your hand and hovering over him, a string of saliva falls from your mouth to his cock before you move your hand up and down.

His cock twitches in your hand as it starts to harden again and you look up at him through hooded eyes, demure tone contrasting your sinful words, “could you teach me how to suck your cock tonight, then? You said you would.” You look up at him with pleading eyes.

Resting his arms on the back of your couch, he spreads his legs for you to kneel between them, “well, since you asked so nicely. . . try it for yourself and I’ll correct you as needed, pet.”

As your hand moves up and down his length, you tentatively give the tip kitten licks before taking the head in your mouth, salty pre-cum coating your taste buds. Swirling your tongue around the tip, you hollow your cheeks and move further down until your nose is pressed against his lower abs, hairs at the base tickling your nose slightly.

His groan fills the room as his fingers rest on the back of your head, ready to guide your movements if needed, “you’re so good for me, pet. Asked me to teach you how to suck cock but that was all just a ruse, wasn’t it?”

You look up at him with doe eyes, bobbing your head up and down as you bring your hand up. Massaging his balls, pride swells in your chest as he bucks his hips up against you, spit and pre-cum falling from the corners of your mouth. Relaxing your throat, you press yourself against his base more, feeling his cock hit the back of your throat and making his hips stutter.

His fingers tighten on your head as he moans lowly, keeping your head in place as he bucks into your mouth, balls slapping against your chin with every thrust. Increasing the grip on his balls, you continue to bob your head up and down until he pulls you from his cock. He grips your chin as you look at him, confusion swimming in your eyes.

His hand slides down to your cunt, sinking in three fingers, and smirking when you gasp, “not to worry, pet. You did so good for me.” His fingers trail your cheek softly before moving lower to knead your ass, “So good that I want to breed your pretty pussy again.”

Removing his fingers from you, he lifts you up to sink his cock into you and lays you on your coffee table. His knees dig into the floor as he pulls you towards him, nails digging into your ass as he thrusts into you harshly. Your toes curl as they rest on his shoulders, pain and pleasure mixing in a cocktail of senses. Rocking your hips to meet his, you bring your hand down to rub harsh circles on your clit, moaning and tossing your head side to side as he fucks into you.

“Did. . . oh, my God. . . did you get bigger?”

He smirks as he increases the pace of his thrusts, angling his hips as the tip of his cock hits your cervix, “Are you surprised? I’m a demon, after all. This isn’t even my true form.”

Your free hand moves to his forearm, nails digging in as your hand moves faster, eyes rolling into your head as your toes curl, cumming on his cock for the second time in just a matter of minutes. Planting his feet on the ground, he grips your waist and bullies his cock into your cunt harder, chasing his own high. His hips stutter and his cock twitches as he cums with a roar, painting your walls white, before collapsing on top of you.

Loosening your nails from his arms, your chest heaves as you catch your breath, “um. . . you can put my legs down now.”

“And what if I don’t want to? What if I like where they and you are?” Mischief dances in his icy blue eyes as a smirk forms on his face and you push on his shoulders.

“Come on. You may not need to eat but I do,” just as you finish the sentence, your stomach grumbles, accentuating your point. “You know, if you stayed, you could be exactly where you are more often.”

Lowering your legs and pulling out of you, he leans back against your couch, “now that’s a tempting offer, pet. But, eventually, you’ll need to sleep, too, and, then, what would I do with my time?”

You get up before freezing in your tracks, heart breaking into a sprint at the thought that he might leave as soon as you fall asleep. Desperate to keep him around longer, you say the first that comes to your mind, heat rushing to your cheeks as you bite your lip and head into the kitchen, “well . . . I . . . may not be . . . completely against. . . certain activities, then.”

His forked tongue slithers out as he smirks, licking his lips before getting up to wrap his arms around your waist and presses his lips to your ear, “I had no idea you were this dirty, pet. Wanting daddy to fuck you while you’re sound asleep.” Backing away, he smacks your ass, smirking when you jump and rub your legs together from the action, “you’ve convinced me, pet. I’ll stay the night.”

The corners of your lips turn up in success as you continue to your kitchen, looking in your fridge for what to make. Eyes falling on some leftovers, you quickly pop it in the microwave to reheat it. Walking back into the living room, you grab Dabi’s shirt and slide it over your head as the microwave goes off.

Grabbing your food, you plop down on the couch next to Dabi, shoving a bite in your mouth and swallowing, “so what’s it like – being a demon? Were you always a demon or did you, like, make a deal and die young?”

“You sure have a lot of questions,” he raises a brow, watching you in amusement.

“I’m curious. Sue me. You gonna answer them or not?” Noodles hang from your mouth as you look at him curiously before slurping them up.

“Mmm, nope. Don’t think I will.”

An exasperated gasp falls from your lips as you shove more noodles in your mouth, sitting in silence until it becomes unbearable. Leaning forward, you grab the remote and turn on the news. A construction site fills the screen before CEO Todoroki Enji fills the screen, his booming voice answering the question from the off-screen interviewer. Out of the corner of your eye, Dabi balls his hand into a fist before the screen goes black.

“Fine. You get five questions.”

“Deal! So were you always a demon?”

“No. Believe it or not, I was actually a human once upon a time.”

Your mouth drops open in shock at the words, “then how did you become a demon?”

“Well, for starters, I died. I was about 13 when a fire broke out at my family home. A demon found me, offered 10 more years and getting away from them in exchange for my soul. I agreed and he spent those ten years, teaching me all about the lore and history of demons so I could decide which one to be when the ten years was up.”

“How long ago did you become a demon?”

“In human years or demon years?”

“Does time move differently in . . .” you trail off as you shove the last of the noodles in your mouth, leaning forward to put the container on your coffee table.

“Hell. And yes, it does. A month could pass here and years would pass there. There’s also the benefit that we can be summoned to any time period as long as we don’t cross our younger self. Or we can visit any time period without being summoned but it’s . . . harder to narrow down.”

“Then both! I want to know how long it was in both human and demon years.”

“Human years? About 2. Demon years? A couple hundred, give or take,” his sharp eyes focus on you. “Last question – make it good.”

“Okay, um,” you rub your hands together and lace your fingers together as you think before moving to sit cross-legged on your couch, “got it! Can demons fall in love?”

“It’s . . . rare but not unheard of. Usually never ends well, especially if the other party is a human.”

Pulling your knees to your chest, your eyes fall to the floor, trying to ignore the crack forming in your heart, “Oh. I see.” You shake your head and stand up, heading to the kitchen to put your dishes in your dishwater before turning back to him and smiling brightly, “um, I know you said five questions but, if I can have a sixth, are you coming to bed with me?”

Smiling softly, he stares at you for a moment, ignoring the pang in his heart as the soft moonlight forming around your head like a halo. He shakes his head and gets up, jumping over the back of the couch. Your laughs fill the air as he rushes toward you, throwing you over his shoulder as he races down the hall.

“I believe you mentioned I could remain buried between your thighs, did you not?” He asks as he lays you on your bed, lifting his shirt off you and tossing it to the floor, and climbs on top of you.

Looking up at him, you rest your forearms on his shoulders, “I did say something like that.” You giggle as his cock stirs, resting against your thigh. A yawn falls from your lips as exhaustion seeps into your bones. “Just . . . maybe later?”

“Oh, pet, I have so much to teach you,” his fingers dance along your folds, smirking when you instinctively part your legs for him. “I can be buried in your pretty cunt without having to fuck you.”

Quickly turning you onto your side, he presses his body against your back, hiking your leg up slightly as he lines his length up with your folds and burying himself deep inside you, “now I can keep my cum inside you as you sleep, pet.”

Another yawn escapes your mouth before sleep overtakes you, Dabi’s warm body pressed flush against yours.

3:48 AM, MARCH 22, 2022

Your headboard bangs against your wall as Dabi rocks your sleeping form with his harsh thrusts, balls slapping your ass every time he slams back in. Throwing your legs over his shoulders, he pants in your ear, smirking when a moan falls from your lips. He pounds into you harder when your hips roll against his unconsciously.

“Dirty little slut, fucking yourself on my cock even when you’re fast asleep. Who knew you’d be such a cock slut in such a short time?”

Wiping the sleep from your eyes as you wake, your tired groan turns into a moan as he snaps his hips against yours, “Dabi! Wh-what’s happening?”

“Don’t you remember, pet? You said you wanted me to fuck you while you sleep. I’m just giving you what you wanted,” he accentuates the words with another thrust, smirking when you clench around him tighter.

Your hands fly to his hair, gripping it tightly as you rock your hips against his breathless pants coming from your mouth, “Dabi! So big, so deep.” Moans fall from your mouth as he increases the speed of his thrusts, tip kissing your cervix, making your eyes whirl back in your head.

Angling his hips, he rocks the both of you faster, balls slapping your ass. Your toes curl as you place your hands on your headboard to thrust your hips against his, “harder! Please, daddy!”

“Hold on tight, pet,” looking at you through hooded eyes, his hands grip your headboard, pulling out until just the tip remains before slamming back in, ripping moans from the both of you. His knuckles turn white as the bed creaks from the force of his thrusts, the wood of your headboard beginning to crack and splinter from his grip.

“G-gonna cum!” You barely get out as your eyes roll back in your head, a white circle forming at the base of his cock.

He brings a hand to your clit to rub harsh circles, groaning as you suck him back in with every thrust, “go ahead and cream on my cock, pet.”

Mouth falling open in an O, your hands grip the headboard tighter as you cum, coating his cock in your juices. His hands grip your hips, talons digging in as he uses you for his own pleasure, thrusting harshly into you. His hips stutter as he roars your name, balls twitching as they empty inside you, painting your walls white, before collapsing on top of you.

After a few moments, he lifts up to rest on his forearms, looking at you softly in the moonlight. His hand cups your cheek and he presses a kiss to your forehead before he realizes what he’s doing, “you look so beautiful like this, moonlight falling on you.”

Your heart warms in your chest as it picks up speed, soft smile on your face before pressing your lips to his softly in response. Playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, you enjoy the moment before he pulls out of you and lays flat on his back, pulling you to him. As your head rests on his chest, your eyes shut and sleep overtakes you, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist.

1:18 PM, APRIL 11, 2022

Arms snake around your waist as you stir the pot of boiling noodles, causing you to shriek and whirl around, smacking him with the wooden spoon in your hand.

“Ouch. Thanks for the warm welcome, pet,” He rubs his chin where the spoon hit.

“Sorry, but you surprised me.” Placing your spoon on top of the pot, you turn around to see Dabi behind you and smile brightly, “what are you doing here? I didn’t do the summoning spell.”

“Can’t I visit my best girl?” He pulls you into his arms, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “I missed you, babe.” Pulling back, he gives your ass a light tap, smirk on his face as your hands rest on his arms.

“How sweet. I missed you, too,” you peck his lips lightly, your eyes roaming up and down his body to take him in. Moving your hands to his hair, you ruffle it as a laugh bubbles from your lips, “did you dye your hair? The tips are white.” You tilt your head curiously, “can demons even dye their hair?”

“Demons can’t dye their hair,” his hand moves to his hair, surprise coloring his features. “The tips are white?” He turns and walks into your bathroom with you following close behind, looking in the mirror. His ice blue eyes take in his features from his piercings all the way to his mostly black hair, eyes widening as they take in the white tips.

“Everything okay?” You ask, leaning against the doorway.

“Yeah, perfect. Everything is fine,” his hand runs through his hair again. “Just it’s not common for a demon's hair to change colors. Funny thing is my hair was red before I became a demon.”

“Your hair wasn’t always black? I bet you looked handsome with red hair,” you walk over to him, lifting onto your toes to kiss his cheek before turning and walking back to your kitchen.

The corners of his lips pull up as he chases after you down the hall, throwing you over your shoulder.

“Dabi! I have the oven on!” Your joyful shrieks fill the air as he enters the living room, dropping you off on the couch before heading to your kitchen. Turning off the burner, he walks back into the living room, jumping over the back of your couch to climb on top of you.

“Problem solved. Now it’s off,” his hands cup your face, kissing you sweetly, before pulling back to look at you. “You’re so beautiful,” his thumb runs down the middle of your bottom lip, his heart beating fast in his chest.

Running your fingers through his hair, you wrap your legs around his waist as you smile softly at him, “my noodles are gonna get both soggy and clumpy, Dabi.” A faux pout forms on your lips.

“Call me Touya.”

“What?” You pull back slightly, confusion on your face.

“Call me Touya. It’s my actual name. Dabi is my demon name.”

Smiling softly, you press your lips to his, “okay.” You agree before teasing him, “So, Touya, what are you going to do about my noodles?”

“I’ll get you food later to make up for it,” shaking his head, a chuckle falls from his lips as he speaks before his lips fall to your neck, trailing kisses down to your collarbone and pulling your shirt down to give him more access. “Right now, I need to have you.”

Your laughter fills the air at his actions, “horn dog.”

“Maybe so but I’m your horn dog.”

“Lucky me,” you tease, moaning as you grind against him. “Well, if you have to have me, I suppose lunch can wait.”

“Good girl,” his lips claim yours again as he lifts your shirt over your head and throws it on the floor.

Jagged, gray rocks line the walls, matching the gray flooring as the smell of sulfur fills the air. Shigaraki, Kurogiri and Spinner stand off to the side as various demons come through the gate, walking past to get to their various abodes. Shigaraki narrows his eyes, waiting for Dabi to come through before huffing and walking off to the hellfire lounge. Kurogiri and Spinner follow after him, joining Shigaraki in the booth he claimed.

Fire shoots up the walls, adding to the comforting heat, as a magenta skinned demon walks up, waving her hand to make three drinks appear before walking off.

Shigaraki taps his fingers on the table before snatching the drink, taking a long sip, “so which pathetic human did Dabi run off to see today?”

“Dunno but word on the street is he’s been sneaking off without being summoned,” Spinner licks his lips before smirking, green scales turning up around his mouth. “A l/n y/n. And there’s been no summoning spell from her – or anyone –registered when he sneaks off.”

“So dear old Dabi got attached,” Shigaraki slams his glass down, lips turning up in an evil smile. “Interesting, considering he said he’d never fall in love with anyone. Even more so with a ‘lowly human.’ He better come to his senses soon, if he really does care for her,” he takes a sip of his drink, placing it on the table again. “We all know what happens to humans that fall in love with a demon. Sooner or later, they turn to dust,” he says, all fingers touching his glass as it disintegrates in his hand.

Kurogiri’s black flames flow behind him, “Shigaraki, stop threatening every human just because you think they’re below you. Without humans, we wouldn’t have any souls to collect, no purpose to fulfill.”

A growl sounds from Shigaraki’s mouth as his lips curl in disgust as a response while Dabi balls his hand into a fist, pressing his back harder against the jagged wall just outside the lounge as he listens in. Not wanting to hear anymore, he kicks off the wall and stalks to his room, blue flames licking at his hands.

2:23 AM, MAY 3, 2022

Dabi is getting really tired of your name from Shigaraki’s mouth. All Shigaraki’s been doing lately is making not-so-veiled threats and all because he was stupid enough to fall in love with a human. Flames lick at his hands as he balls them into a fist and storms away from Shigaraki’s favorite hangout, heading to the portal to Earth. Walking through the red flames, he pictures you, his lips turning up in a smile and, suddenly, he’s walking into your living room.

Dabi walks through the doorway to your bedroom, crouching by your bed to gently shake you awake. A groan falls from your mouth as you stir, lifting up on your forearms to look at him.

“Touya?” You rub the sleep from your eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“I missed you. I wanted to see you,” he leans forward to kiss you, crawling onto your bed and pressing you between the mattress and his body, slotting a thigh between your legs.

You smile into the kiss before pulling back, gnawing on your lip nervously as you glance up at him, heart beating fast.

His thumb pulls your lip free as he pulls back, taking you in, “what’s wrong?”

“You trust me, right?”

“Yeah, of course I trust you. You’re my girl, right?”

Smiling softly as your heart warms in your chest, you nod, “yeah. I’m your girl.”

“What brought this on, love?”

“Well. . . I was wondering. . .” you trail off, biting your lip again, “could I see you in your demon form?”

His heart beats rapidly as he rolls onto his back, sliding his fingers through yours, “promise you won’t get scared or think of me differently?”

“I promise. Nothing you could do would ever scare me or make me think of you differently,” you roll onto your side, head resting in the palm of your hand, to smile reassuringly at him.

He cups your cheek, thumb rubbing it softly, pressing his lips to yours as he quickly gets up and stands at the foot of your bed, shedding his clothes, “okay, then. I’ll show you.”

Moving to your back, you rest on your forearms, raising your brow, “was there a reason you had to get naked first or was it just for kicks?” You tease, slick forming between your legs as you fight the urge to rub your thighs together.

“Don’t be horny – my demon form is a lot. . . bigger and larger. I don’t need the only pair of clothes I have here to be destroyed.”

Grabbing one of your pillows, you toss it at him, “I am not being horny.”

“Love, I can smell how turned on you are from here. Do you want to see my demon form or are you going to keep distracting me?”

Heat rushes to your cheeks at his words, nodding shyly as you watch him intently.

Closing his eyes in concentration, he lets out a deep breath as he feels power and fire course through his veins. Mouth dropping open in shock, you hold your breath as you watch his 5’9” frame expand to 10’. Purple burns coat his giant, muscled arms and thighs as two large, curled horns grow from his forehead. The same purple burns form on his neck and under his eyes, contrasting in a beautiful pain with the soft porcelain of his skin in the moonlight. A long tail, the base matching the translucent, milky white of his skin to the pointed tip turning to the purple of his burns, meeting in the middle in an ombré pops up behind his wide back. His icy blue eyes with black irises watch as yours roam up and down his body, mouth dropping open wide as they land on his 15” inch cock, so much wider and thicker in girth, with black veins running down the sides, causing you to rub your thighs together as more slick pools between your legs.

Moving to your knees, you crawl down the bed, looking up at him, “can I . . . can I . . .” you trail off, unsure of where to even start.

His lips curve up in a smirk, shark bite piercings glinting against the purple skin, “can you what, pet?” He teases.

“Can I touch you?”

His hand comes up to cup your cheek, the tips of his talons pressing lightly against the back of your head, “of course you can. I’m all yours.”

Nodding your head, a shaky breath falls from your lips as you tentatively reach a hand out, running your fingers over his scarred abs. Trailing your hand down, you get to his cock, wrapping your hand around it as best you can, unable to make it even halfway around. A groan falls from his lips as your other hand joins in gripping his cock. Moving your hands up and down, you watch transfixed as a white bead of pre-cum leaks from the tip.

Leaning forward, you pull one of his balls into your mouth, sucking harshly on it as you continue to pump his cock, his head falling back in pleasure, until he pulls back.

“What’s wrong? Does it not feel good?”

“No! It feels amazing . . . but I want to make you feel good so I can be buried inside you,” his forked tongue snakes out as he lays you back on the bed, falling to his knees. “I’m about to have the best meal,” he smirks before lowering his lips to your clit, tongue running along the inside of your folds, his saliva mixing with your juices.

Moans fall from your mouth as your skin feels like it’s on fire, hands gripping the sheets, “wha-what’s the feeling? Why do I feel so hot?”

“Heh, that was fast. My saliva acts as an aphrodisiac in this form. So you can feel nothing but pleasure,” he says as he pulls back and smirks, your juices coating his face.

A wave of pleasure shoots through you, making you grip the sheets tighter, “o-oh! Touya! Please! I-I can’t – I, I need . . .” whines fall from your mouth as more pleasure crawls up your body, needing some stimulation for relief as you rock your hips against nothing.

Attaching his lips to your clit again, he sucks harshly and curls three fingers inside you. A breathless gasp falls from your lips as your toes curl, stomach tightening as you cum on his tongue. He moans into your walls, moving his fingers faster as your thighs shake, “t-too much!”

Ripping his fingers from you, icy blue eyes narrow in a glare as he smacks your cunt, smirking when it clenches around nothing, “I decide when it’s enough, pet. Understand?”

He delivers another harsh slap when you don’t answer, making you gasp and nod your head fast.

“Good girl,” shoving his fingers back inside you, you fist your sheets again, knuckles straining from the grip, and your head turns from side to side as heat creeps up your body, your chest heaving as he moves up your body, lips attaching to your breast, his tongue curling around your nipple. Falling apart on his fingers again, you shout out his name and move your hands to thread in his half white, half black hair, pulling on it.

You’re not sure how much time passes when he finally pulls his fingers from between your legs, thighs shaking from so many orgasms you’ve lost count. As he settles between your legs, his thick cock pulses against your thigh, his pre-cum adding to the mess coating them.

“You’ve got one more for me, don’t you, pet? Just one more so I can breed your pretty pussy?”

You nod your head weakly as he lines the tip of his cock up with your folds, sinking in slowly until he bottoms out. Lifting your head, you gasp as his tip kisses your cervix, his cock poking through your stomach, bringing your hand up to trail your fingers along the outline.

Your pussy flutters around his cock as you press down on your stomach, “oh, my God. You’re . . . so big, daddy.”

“Yeah? Love my demon cock stretching you out?” He pulls his hips back before slamming back in, hands gripping your thighs as blue flames form on his hands, the scent of singed skin filling the air.

Pants and gasps fall from your lips as you clench around him, juices coating his cock from the pain turning to pleasure. Rocking your hips weakly against his, his pubic bone rubs against your clit, making your thighs shake, “Touya! Oh, god! Mark me as yours again,” you plead, hands gripping his as you place them on your hips.

“Dirty slut,” he grins, angling his hips and making your eyes whirl in your head, as he heats up his hands again. Moving to wrap your legs around his waist and holding them there, he rocks you both with the force of his thrusts, his frame towering over yours. Your eyes whirl and your toes curl as you have your nth orgasm of the night, soaking his cock in your juices. Looking at you through hooded eyes, he increases the pace of his thrusts, using you for his own pleasure until his hips stutter, balls twitching as he cums with a loud roar, his cum shooting deep inside you.

Pulling out of you, he shifts back to his human form and presses his lips to yours, “I can’t believe you really trusted me that much.”

Turning your head to face him, you smile softly at him, “why wouldn’t I?” You bite your lip nervously before steeling yourself and saying the words that have been bubbling to the surface for months now, “I love you, Touya.” Exhaustion seeps in your bones as you yawn, curling up next to him as you fall asleep with a happy smile on your face.

10:36 AM, MAY 4TH

Chirping birds fill the air as sunlight streams through your curtains. Happy smile on your face, you groan and stretch as you wake, lower half of your body burning from the early morning activities. Your arm falls on your bed, searching for Dabi’s body next to you, frowning when it meets nothing but cold sheets. Sitting up quickly, you turn your head to find his side of the bed not just empty but made.

A crease forms between your eyes as you furrow your brow, swinging your legs over the bed and ignoring the pain shooting through your thighs as you get up, throwing on your discard tank and shorts from last night, and pad down the hall to your empty kitchen and living room. A grumbling from your stomach reaches your ears as you frown, walking into your kitchen. A sheet of white on your counter catches the corner of your eye as you pass it on your way to the fridge, stopping to touch the corner with your fingers.

Flipping it over, your eyes move quickly over the words, heart shattering as tears form.

Thanks for the good fucks, pet, but I’m bored. Was nice while it lasted, though.

Sobs overtake you as you fall to your knees, pulling them against your chest, heart broken into a million pieces. Rocking back and forth, you cry as the sky changes colors until the sky darkens and your sobs dry, sniffling against your cabinets in the dark.

“I’m such an idiot. How could I think he ever loved me?” Wiping your eyes with the palm of your hand, you stretch your legs out in front of you to get the feeling back in them as you think back to your time with him. The soft touches, the times he visited without being summoned and without sex, the way he’d softly cup your face or press a kiss to your cheek. The times he’d spent countless afternoons just staying on your couch, massaging your calves as you watched some trashy reality TV show.

‘No,’ you think to yourself as you wiggle your toes, ‘he’s lying. Something happened to make him react like that. And I’m gonna find out what.’

2:18 PM, MAY 25, 2022

Three weeks. Three weeks since you last saw or heard from Dabi. Three weeks since you’ve tried summoning him every day, just for it to go ignored. Three weeks since you last slept with him. Three weeks since your last period. Wiping your eyes and sniffling, you sit on top of your toilet, taking deep breaths as you wait for the timer to go off.

A shaky sob falls from your lips as the timer on your phone goes off and you silence it. Biting your lip, you pick up the test with shaking hands. A sob falls from your lips as you pick up the next one and the next one, tears falling down your face and turning the three positive pregnancy tests into blurs. Shaking your head and wiping your eyes again, you toss the tests in the trash and walk out of your bathroom.

As you sit on your couch, staring at nothing, your mind moves a mile a minute to try and process. Unconsciously resting your hands on your stomach, you feel a little flutter and your world shifts.

“I’m gonna have a baby. I’m gonna be a mom.”

Grabbing your laptop, you shove the fear trying to work its way into your brain to the side and start making plans to move onto the next chapter of your life. Starting with moving on from Touya and finding a place that has absolutely no memories of him.

1:03 AM, MAY 26th

Dabi paces in his room nervously, waiting for the pull of your summoning spell. Every day around this time for the past three weeks, he’s been ignoring every attempt you’ve made to see him again. Resisting going to see you and resisting giving into the summoning spell is one of the hardest things he’s ever had to do, especially when it’s all he wants to do. No matter what he’s done, he can’t forget you and it wasn’t until yesterday that he realized he didn’t want to. That he wants to be with you, that he loves you.

Which led to the choice to answer your next summoning spell. So he waits. . . and waits and waits. He lets out a frustrated growl as hours pass with no contact from you. Falling back on his bed, he rubs his hand over his face and groans. ‘Why did I have to be an asshole and fuck up the best thing that ever happened to me?’

Weeks pass and, every night at 1:03 am, he paces in his room for a summoning that never comes. Every night since you stopped attempting to summon him has made him go crazy with worry, hoping you’ll just do the summoning spell one more time. When it doesn’t come for the nth night in a row, he growls and storms out of his room to the fire-y gate, heart beating fast as he walks through it, thinking of nothing but you. The portal opens to your living room. . . or what should be your living room, anyway. Gone are the pictures you had on the wall, gone is the couch he spent so many nights on, gone is the coffee table he fucked you on.

Whirling around, he comes face to face with your kitchen, looking exactly as it did the last time he saw it. . . except for the magnets that adorned your fridge and the calendar of sexy firemen you had hanging on the wall next to the notepad you kept for the phone. Racing through your apartment, every trace of you is gone, like you never existed, like you were never here. Stopping in the hallway, he stares at the pictures that replaced yours, heart shattering when he sees a middle-aged man with black hair staring back at him. Tired of seeing anyone but you staring back at him, he slams his balled fist into the frame, shattering the glass.

“What? Did I get the wrong year or something?” He runs into the kitchen, looking at the boring black and white photography calendar and quickly checking the date, “no, it’s definitely August 8th, 2022.”

Crumpling the calendar in his hand and dropping it to the floor, his heart drops into his stomach at the realization that you left. He broke you so badly that he made you leave every trace of him, taking away every trace of you. He did this. He caused this. He has to make it right. He has to get you back.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” A deep voice calls out as footsteps start to pad down the hall.

Growling lowly, Dabi quickly opens a portal and walks through it. Sulfur makes its way to his nose as he’s greeted by the dull gray of the jagged rocks. Stomping towards his room, he pauses as he hears the voices of Shigaraki and Kurogiri.

“Kurogiri, any news on the whereabouts of Dabi’s favorite pet?”

“Nothing yet. Even through the most magical of means, locating his paramour has proved impossible.”

A growl comes from Shigaraki’s mouth as glass shatters, “keep searching. As soon as that pesky human is found, we move. Been a while since I’ve had a delicious meal.”

Curling his hand into a fist, Dabi growls lowly and storms to his room, determined to find you before Shigaraki and keep you safe. Kicking his door shut, a flash of white shows in his mirror as he passes it before walking back to it, staring at himself, staring at his mostly white hair and black roots.

He runs his hand through his hair, “what the fuck is going on with my hair?” He shakes his head, hand slamming against the mirror, “I don’t have time to worry about this. I have more important things to do. I just don’t know how to find her.” He groans and falls face down on his bed.

3:38 AM, NOVEMBER 17, 2022

“Please work,” Dabi takes a deep breath before setting fire to the items in the small bowl before repeating the incantation. Fire roars in front of his face as he closes his eyes and thinks of you, concentrating hard until he can pinpoint a location. Various parts of the world flash quickly behind his lids, eyes moving fast until it stops on a house with a wrought iron fence, gray brick exterior, and a blue door.

Moving past the front door and address, he sees you, exactly as he last saw you, unpacking boxes. His eyes snap open as his lips tug up in a smile, “finally. I just hope Shigaraki hasn’t found you, pet.” Dabi throws on his coat, quietly and quickly making his way to the portal to not tip off Shigaraki and steps through the portal, entering the mortal realm.

SAME TIME, YOUR POV

Moonlight coats the room of your apartment as Dabi appears in front of you. Smiling up at him, you pat the spot next to you on your couch.

“You’re late today,” you say to him casually as the couch dips next to you, Dabi slinging his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer.

His lips press to the side of your head, “sorry, love. I wanted to get here sooner but duty calls, you know?”

“Yeah, I know,” you let out a deep sigh as you curl against him, tucking your legs under you. “I just wish you could have been here sooner. I missed you, you know.”

“I missed you, too, love. I’m here now and I’m all yours,” he smiles softly at you. “So what do you want to do?”

Turning your head, you smirk up at him, “well, I have a few ideas. Ideas that happen to involve you, me, and my bed.”

“Oh, really?” He raises a brow as he matches your smirk, “guess you better show me what those ideas are.” He quickly stands, throwing you over his shoulder and walks down the hall, your laughter filling the air.

Gasping with a light layer of sweat covering your body, you wake with a start as the dream plays vividly in your mind. Breathing heavily as tears fall from your eyes, you shake your head and wipe the tears away, trying to dispel the memories of Touya that have been invading your dreams since you refused to think of him when you were awake. Every night for the last seven months, you’ve been dreaming of nothing but him. Every night for the past seven months, you’ve woken up in a sweat and gasping for breath as tears fall down your face.

Swinging your legs to the side of your bed, your feet touch the floor as you stand, “water. Water would be good, right, baby?” Your hand rests on your bump as your feet pad the floor, waddling down the hall to your kitchen. Grabbing a glass from your cabinet, you walk over to your fridge and place it under the dispenser, watching as it slowly fills up.

As you bring the glass to your lips, all too familiar hands – hands that you hadn’t felt in months – caress your arms, causing you to let out a gasp. The sensation disappears and you shake your head to rid yourself of it, taking another sip as the hands touch your arms again. This time, they’re followed by a faint call of your name, eliciting another gasp and tears block your vision, the glass slipping out of your hand.

A faint ‘shit’ is covered by the sound of glass shattering, snapping you out of your living dream. At least, that’s what you believe it is, refusing to think it could be anything else. Grabbing a towel, you rest it on the floor to try and soak up some of the water before getting the broom and dustpan. Carefully picking up the towel, you rest it on the counter and sweep up the glass, throwing the shards away before cleaning up the rest of the mess and waddling to your bedroom, tossing the towel in the laundry room hamper on the way.

Your reflection catches you out of the corner of your eye and you turn to look at yourself in the mirror, smoothing your hand over your bump, the bright red letters of your alarm clock reading 4 am. You wipe the tears from your eyes before looking for any trace of Touya, “I’m better than loving a man who can’t love back. So why can’t I forget when it was magic?” You shake your head, trying to dispel the thoughts and memories of him from it.

“It’s just a dream. A figment of my imagination. He’s not real. He’s not here,” your face falls as you say the words to yourself, melancholy and heartbreak seeping into your bones. A broken chuckle falls from your lips as your baby kicks, “come on, baby. I had to do it. Running was. . . the bravest thing I ever did.”

Tears form again as you sniffle, wiping your nose, “but, God, do I wish he was a better man. Wish he was here cause I miss him so much.”

“Then turn around, pet.”

Your breath catches in your throat as heat clings to your back, his fingertips ghosting down your arm to your hand, grabbing it and lacing your fingers together. Shutting your eyes tightly, the words are barely above a whisper, “what are you doing here?”

“. . . I came to protect you. You’re not safe here,” his lips touch your ear, breath fanning against it as he continues to speak. “A demon – his name is Shigaraki – is after you. Looks like now I know why,” his eyes fall on your bump and you wrap your arms around it protectively, turning fast on your heel to glare at him.

“What does he want with me? With my baby? We don’t even know him!”

“He doesn’t care about that. A child between a human and a demon. . . well, it’s unheard of it so I can’t exactly say it’s forbidden but, well, I’ll avoid the details so let’s just leave it at it’s not pretty.”

Your glare worsens as you cross your arms over your chest, “well, thanks for the warning. I can handle it, now that I know.”

Touya opens his mouth to speak as a gravelly voice fills the room, “oh, well, I don’t know about that, human.” The last word is ground out as Touya moves in front of you, forming a protective stance as you both whirl to face the demon. Shigaraki.

“Leave her out of this, Shigaraki. This is between you and me only.”

Shigaraki moves out of the shadows, giving you a better look at his unruly, gray hair and opaque, almost sickly, skin and your breath catches in your throat as his wild, red eyes roam over you. His mouth looks unhinged as he speaks, “you got to have your fun with her. Now it’s my turn.”

You clutch at Touya’s arm, watching in horror as Shigaraki raises his and gray sludge encases you, Touya, and Shigaraki. “What’s happening?!” You ask as fear keeps you frozen in place.

Touya growls as the gray subsides, revealing the three of you on top of the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building, “you had to use Kurogiri?! Thought you were a big, bad demon? The only one who could take over Hell. But you can’t even do this without your lap dog?” Touya goads Shigaraki as he moves closer to him, moves further from you.

Shigaraki narrows his eyes as he matches Touya’s movements, “You get on my nerves. I’m gonna kill you. Then I’m gonna kill your precious pet.”

“You’re not gonna touch her! I won’t let you lay one single finger on her!” As anger flares through Touya’s nostrils, heat licks at his skin as blue flames form in his hands. He charges at Shigaraki, arms wrapping around his waist as he tackles him to the floor. The skies open and rain starts to fall, slowly at first then all at once until it’s pouring and you can barely make out the fight.

Shigaraki brings his knee up to Touya’s stomach hard, emitting an ‘oof!’ from the demon as his hold loosens just enough for Shigaraki to escape. With Touya distracted, Shigaraki gets up and makes a beeline for you as puddles form on the skyscraper’s roof.

“No!” Touya roars as he jumps to his feet, chasing after Shigaraki.

You back up as Shigaraki advances, fear telling you to run but you refuse to turn your back to him. He slips on a puddle, allowing Touya to gain on him and land a punch on his face.

“Keep your eyes on me, Shigaraki! I’m the one you have problems with! She has nothing to do with this!” Touya growls out, blue flames igniting on his hands, trying to anger Shigaraki so he loses his cool, so he messes up.

An annoyed growl falls from Shigaraki’s mouth as he charges Touya and you squint to try and make out the fight. All you can see is their light hair and Touya’s blue flames as they attack each other. Touya rotates them so he’s between you and Shigaraki, throwing a giant wall of flames towards him, blue licking at the top of the building, the rain putting it out as quickly as it forms.

Shigaraki lands a punch to Touya’s face after several failed attempts, Touya’s flame dissipating from the action. The dance continues as they get closer to the edge of the building and tears run down your face, obscuring your vision more as you watch the fight in horror. Touya closes the distance again, both teetering on the edge of the building, as Shigaraki’s eyes widen, Touya reaching out for him with wild eyes.

An earth-shattering scream falls from your lips as two figures become one and you sink to the floor, sobs wracking your chest as you wrap your arms around yourself. The remaining figure slowly walks towards you and you press your back against one of the roof dormers, holding out a shaky hand in front of you, “st-stay back!” You say in a quiet breath.

“It’s just me, love,” Touya says softly as he crouches in front of you, hand cupping your cheek and you relax into it for a moment until you push him away, standing up and glaring at him.

“How dare you?!” You shout at him after wiping the tears from your eyes, “I told you I loved you! And, then, you just disappeared, left me wondering what happened to you. And the bullshit goodbye note, breaking my heart?!”

Anger floods your body as you move closer to him, shoving him, “now suddenly you’re back?! Just dropped back into my home and, and, and brought all of this,” you gesture around you, gesture to where Shigaraki fell, “into my life?! You asshole!” Angry tears form in your eyes as you move even closer to Touya, his hands raised in surrender, as you hit his chest with weak punch after weak punch. He takes every hit, letting you get out your pain, your anger, until your shoulders slump and all the fight leaves you. Sniffling, you wipe your tears again before looking up at him, all the pain and heartbreak he caused present in your eyes, shattering his heart as guilt crawls up his body.

“Just tell me why,” you say brokenly as you continue to stare at him, the rain mixing with your tears.

“Because I was scared,” he says seriously, eyes not moving from yours. “The last time I knew any kind of love. . . well, it sucked. And it ended terribly. Combine that with my being a demon and humans who fall for a demon never making it out alive, I thought you deserved better than me. So I had to leave and you had to let me go. The only way to do so was to make you believe I didn’t care. Make you believe I didn’t love you.”

He cautiously moves towards you as the rain slows into a drizzle, holding his hands out cautiously towards your face, silently asking if it’s okay. At your nod, he gives a small smile and cups your face in his hands, “I was wrong and an idiot and a jackass. I’m sorry. I’ll spend forever making it up to you if you’d let me.”

His hand moves to your bump before he falls to his knees, pressing a kiss to it and looking up at you with pleading eyes, “Because I love you. . . both of you. I never planned on falling for you but I did. You were the only person to accept completely as I am. Nothing scared you away – not my flaws or my past or my being demon. I love the way you dance in your kitchen at 2 am like no one is watching. I love the way you spend every Friday night, getting the same takeout from the same place and binge watch the Bachelorette. I love how kind and gentle and sweet and accepting you are of absolutely everyone.”

He stands up, hands cupping your cheeks again and thumbs wiping away your tears, “I love how you love everyone with your whole heart. I love how you were made for me. I love you so much, y/n. And I need you. I can’t live without you. I tried and it. . . wasn’t living. Is there any way you can forgive me?”

Heart pounding in your chest as more tears fall down your face, you nod your head and finally it feels like you can breathe again, “I love you. I missed you.” You say softly as every other thought, every other word, falls out of your head when he smiles brightly at you.

His hands cup your face as he kisses you deeply, his tongue mixing with yours as mulled spice wine coats your taste buds. The smell of rain, wood smoke, and charred coal assaulting your nose as his quiet breaths join the pounding water around you. Your hands grip his hair before you pull back, breathing heavy.

“Your hair is mostly white now,” you note, tilting your head in confusion.

“Yeah, I still don’t know what’s going on with that. Guess it’s a mystery.”

“It’s not a mystery at all, actually,” a voice you’ve never heard of reaches your ears and you turn to face the man – if you can even call him that, given that he has glowing, white wings behind him – and watch in awe as he continues to speak. “We’ve been watching you, Dabi. Watching how you stopped conducting deals, stopped collecting souls, watched how you saved her simply because you wanted to keep her safe.”

Touya steps in front of you, protecting you, as his eyes narrow, “so what? You’ve come to kill me now, then, Michael?”

“Michael? Like the Archangel?” You gasp out in shock, grabbing Touya’s arm. “Like the Great Captain? That Michael?”

“Yeah, love, that Michael,” Touya glares at him, waiting for an answer. “Well? Gonna answer or just keep staring?”

“Love didn’t fix that attitude completely, it seems. But, no, I’m not here to kill you. You’ve earned a spot in Heaven. It’s why your hair has been turning white. Because you’ve become good,” Michael explains as he lands on the roof, pulling his wings in.

Touya’s mouth drops open in shock and your eyes widen as pain shoots through your chest at the thought of him leaving you again. You just got him back. It’s not fair. Your hand drops his arm and Touya’s head moves minutely in your direction.

“What if I don’t want it? What if I wanted to stay here? Stay on Earth?”

Michael’s lips turn up at the corners, wings opening as he hovers just off the ground, “had a feeling you’d say that. You sure about this? This offer won’t happen again.”

“I’m sure,” Touya pulls you to his side, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “Living without her isn’t living.”

Michael nods and disappears in a flash of light. You turn to Touya, nervously biting your lip.

“Why did you do that? You had such a terrible experience on Earth that you wanted to leave it behind. What about Hell? Or Heaven? What about your home?”

“Hey, hey,” he cups your face in his hands again, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, “neither heaven nor hell is my home. You are. And I’m never leaving you again, okay, love?”

Smiling happily, you laugh and nod, pressing your lips to his.

“Let’s go home, love, yeah?”

“Home sounds perfect.”

AUGUST 8, 2023

Dogs barking, birds chirping, and kids playing fill your ears as the sun beats down on you, resting on your elbows on the blanket you brought from home. Your lips turn up in a soft smile as your daughter, Kaiya, babbles next to you. Pulling your sunglasses onto your face, you turn to face her, watching as Touya blows raspberries on her stomach, her laughs filling the air.

Feeling your eyes on him, Touya looks up at you and smiles, pressing another raspberry to Kaiya’s stomach and her laughter rings out again. His hands grab her legs, moving them to her chest and pulling them back before pushing them back to her chest, bright smile on his face as she continues to babble and giggle.

“Do you regret it?”

“Hm?” Touya asks as he repeats the exercise, “regret what?”

“Leaving it all behind? For me and her? Do you regret falling in love with me?”

“No,” he answers quickly, looking up at you.

“You’re sure? You don’t want to think about it?”

“I don’t need to think about it, love. Like I said many, many moons ago, living without you isn’t living. You’re my home. And, now, so is she. You’ve given me everything I didn’t know I wanted, given me the best life. Why would I ever regret that?”

“Well, you were this big, scary, powerful demon. Now you’re living a rather human life. You don’t get bored?”

“Love, I’m still a big, scary, powerful demon,” he pulls Kaiya to his chest as she yawns, smiling softly when she falls asleep in his arms before turning to you, capturing your lips in a quick kiss. “Now I’m just the best version of myself. I don’t know if you noticed that I may have been just as powerful and scary as I am now, but I was a pretty shitty man when I met you. You’ve made me the happiest I’ve ever been. So, no, I don’t get bored and I don’t regret it. Not when you’ve made me a better man.

Your heart warms and your smile brightens at his words, moving closer to him to press a kiss to Kaiya’s head and whispering softly in agreement, “a better man.”

Notes:

🦇 Kaiya means "forgiveness"

🦇 For the summoning of Dabi, I combined elements from three different ways to summon a demon: the (not fully typed) incantation, the candles and incense.

🦇 The red candle and ginger incense is for the planetary sphere of Mars which magickal rulership for many things including pure sexual lust and physical gratification

🦇 Dabi's demon purpose is very loosely based on the demon Sargatanas (from the Grand Grimoire, not the Final Fantasy game). By that I mean, he's a demon known for his lovemaking abilities.

🦇 Please do not try to actually summon a demon. If you do, I am not responsible.

🦇 When I started writing this, it was 4 am when I had to put in the incantation and I got goosebumps, which I never get, so I stopped writing until it was light out.

reblogs appreciated, especially with comments! 💕

Tag list: @chibishae34 @patchworkpuzzle

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rintoki · 2 years

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uhh anyway, minors dni

cw: sub!prince!rindou yes.

prince!rindou and being his retainer yupp,, no one questions the amount of time you two spend together, after all you’re simply serving your lord. no one questions when prince rindou doubles over, hand on the wall for support while you lean in close to ask, “are you alright, your highness?” no one sees the knowing smile on your face about why the prince is in such a state.

and finally no one would question when you announce you would take the prince back to his quarters, where in the privacy of his room you disrobe him slowly, watching as his princely facade drops and he whines for you hurry up. laying in the centre of his large bed, canopy drawn to hide from prying eyes, should there be any. your lord gripping desperately at your clothes when you finally reveal his swollen leaking cock and the pretty bejewelled plug nestled between his cheeks.

the absolutely lewd noises he would let out as you take his cock in your hands, “oh my, your highness, that’s not quite fitting for a prince,” you’d snicker. but rindou couldn’t care less, hands digging into his bedding, whorish moans pouring out his mouth. “f-fuck—hngh! please just do something!”

“is that an order, my lord?” and he’d whimper at the title, precum oozing out as he nods pitifully, such a high and mighty man reduced to shambles at the hands of his loyal servant. and he wouldn’t have it another way.

drawing him in for a kiss, before your other hand reaches down to pull at the plug, his whines getting muffled into the kiss. spreading his precum and stroking his shaft, you angled the plug before thrusting it in once more, this time pressing it right on his prostate. and the prince would cry out, hands flying out to grab your arms, as if begging you to be gentle. his perfectly styled hair a mess as rindou tosses his head against the pillows, his legs automatically bringing themselves up to make space for you.

“shh, it’s ok my prince, let your humble servant take care of you,” you spoke softly; he was always so sensitive, having never been touched like that before. breathy whines as you thrust the plug in and out his aching hole, heat building in your own belly simply watching the way your prince take it, hole stretching out to accommodate the plug. and his cock in your other hand twitching helplessly as you pump him gently.

“w-wanna cum,” he’d mewl, hand tugging at your clothes, cheeks flushed a cherry red with tears dotting his lashes. what a sinful face; one that you hoped no one else but you would ever see. it was wishful thinking, that your prince would remain yours forever. it leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.

but the way he moans your name as you bring him closer and closer to his high, angling the plug to hit his sensitive spot with every thrust, hand expertly twisting over his tip just the way you know it makes him shake. the way he clings to you and chants your name when the knot in his belly finally snaps, cum squirting out and spraying all over his chest. and maybe when the time comes he won’t be yours anymore, but right now as prince rindou buries his face in your neck and whines your name, you would treasure it forever.

#i could go into heavy detail #but i won’t because i’m lazy oof #how did i manage to mix a bit of corruption kink into this #maybe i’ll write a bit more on virginity stealing heeheehoohoo 🤭🤭#ughgkkgng i love him so much AAAHHHH 😞😞😞😞#the angst potential of this au too lmfao #fuckjng love the idea of someone in higher power than you but is just your pretty subby baby #they look strong and put together in public but cry so cutely for you #HMMGNG #tokyo revengers #haitani rindou #six.writes #i wrote this as second person but let’s be honest it’s sin.txt 😔😔#tw.corruption #(slightly)

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bajisbabe · 3 years

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! KINKTOBER ! MASTERLIST

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Trigger Warnings: dark content, minors and ageless blogs DNI, marking, cum play, blindfold, light bondage, size kink, breeding, somnophilia, impact play, blood play, breath play, choking, knife play, stomach bulge, yandere behaviour, corruption, dumbification, mommy kink, gag, further warnings will be tagged in respective posts.

“I’m waiting. A-patiently anticipating your arrival.”

10/04;

@ KAZUTORA — # WHAT LURKS BELOW THE WAVES

[Merman!Kazutora ; marking, cum play ; Kazutora is a naive merman who doesn’t know much and mistakingly comes onto the reader because of it.]

10/08;

@ HANMA — # SWEET GIRL

[Vampire!Hanma ; blindfold, light bondage ; You and Hanma are childhood friends, but you’re completely unaware of his secret. Whilst trying to keep it that way, he finds himself craving your blood more and more. By the time his secret finally comes to light, he is tired of waiting and decides to take a bite. And you’re a little too sweet for your own good.]

“Take me out!”

10/13;

@ DRAKEN — # THE GUY

[Giant!Draken ; size kink, stomach bulge ; You stumble too far into the woods and come across an abnormally large man. As the sky grows dark, you accept his help. Over the course of months, you befriend each other. But there are feelings brewing beneath the surface. And he’s too scared to tell you how he feels because he doesn’t want to pressure you into anything, especially considering his sheer size could hurt you.]

10/15;

@ SANZU — # LOVE ME, LOVE ME

[Incubus!Sanzu ; somnophilia, impact play ; Sanzu is just so beautiful, so alluring, and so seductive. You had seen him time and time again in a reoccurring dream before you even met him. So when you woke up to him between your legs, you hadn’t thought twice.]

“I’m gonna give you all my love in the backseat!”

10/18;

@ RAN — # E.T

[Alien!Ran ; breeding, stomach bulge, breath play, choking ; You make the mistake of helping a stranger you found outside of your apartment. He gets too comfortable, misunderstands your intentions, and decides to use you as a breeding tool for his kind.]

10/22;

@ ANGRY — # FRIDAY THE 13TH

[Burglar!Angry ; mommy kink, gag ; He’s down on his luck and has to steal to get by. But for some reason, he is drawn to you and makes a goal of saving up enough money off of his stolen goods to win your heart. But you rejected him one too many times, so he takes advantage of the unluckiest day of the year. And it seems you happened to be having such a bad day that you left your door unlocked.]

“Bubble pop, electric! Bubble pop, electric!”

10/25;

@ MITSUYA — # SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THIS

[Dream Demon!Mitsuya ; corruption, dumbification ; You have recurring dreams of a purple-haired man who you’ve never met. And in every one of them, he’s trailing slowly behind you with a gentle smile on his face, luring you in after showing you intimate scenes you’ve never seen nor experienced before. And then the day comes when everything you’ve seen in the dream becomes reality, and you can’t seem to run away from the man who has followed you in your dreams.

10/29;

@ MIKEY — # SCREAM

[Serial Killer!Mikey ; knife play, blood play ; A stranger calls you up one night and you play along, getting somewhat flirtatious and even jokingly invite him in. He doesn’t take it as a joke though.]

#♪: masterlist #tw.somnophilia #tw.size kink #tw.marking #tw.impact play #tw.choking #tw.mommy kink #tw.monsterfucking #tw.corruption #tw.dumbification #tw.knife play #tw.blood #tw.dark content #tw.yandere #♪.kinktober #bajisbabe’s nfy #tw.noncon #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut

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p-antomime · 2 years

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kiki i don't consider myself a taiju fucker but you somehow makes me look at him on a diff lights and i don't know if i must thank you for this because i've always been a hakkai simp, you know? BUT DAMNNN, girl, you write taiju so well, i'm so so so so in love with that piece of yours called old habits, it's literally the freaking best thing i ever ever ever read and i've been on tumblr for DECADES and for being for so long on tumblr, i'm begging ON MY KNEES to see you writing something with priest!taiju x succubus!reader because i know you're the only one who could write anything with him being corrupted but not being tamed, you know? i have no idea if i made myself clear lolll, but i hope so!! just think about taiju and his succubus having a tattoo on her belly 👀👀

ahemmmmmm, as always with anything with taiju: i got your back nonnie ! i could easily write a 10K+ one-shot with this whole sexy concept you gave me but anyways.

୧ : tw.: corruption!kink, blasphemy, hints of somnopholia, breeding!kink, [faux] virginity loss.

just think about it: taiju being a newly arrived priest at the church, but who already knows very well how he wants to minister the masses, how he wants the arrangement of the altar boys around the altar, the only thing he doesn't know is why the priest before him asked to be attached to another church. the place looked so beautiful, the stained glass windows were always clean, the people seemed less prone to sin, what was the problem there?

the problem was you, obvious. he knew instantly when he saw you enter the Sunday mass the first week he started working.

it was not as if you wore revealing clothes, even though taiju disapproved the hem of your skirt sewn a few centimeters above the knee, but that's okay, he could overlook that if you prayed at least 6 Hail Marys. the main problem was: your look, your way of behaving, the almost crimson red lipstick that you wore as if you were entering a whorehouse and not a church.

and it got worse! for him, obviously. because that whole week you made a point of going to masses, preferably at night, with necklines that little by little got longer and haunted his mind when it was time to go to sleep. but, sleep didn't come early or quickly, he felt as if the hormones in his body were betraying the sanctity to which he promised to give himself. and it became a diversion for you to watch him finally get to sleep even though his cock ached to be touched between his legs and slipped into his dreams where you could freely touch his body and wrap your hand around where he needed it most to wake him up with his underwear all wet with hot cum and his heart racing.

taiju would be completely convinced that it was the devil trying to make him sin after several years. he'd even try not to be in charge of confessions when you asked to go to confession at a mass on a Sunday as well, but no other person was available and there went poor shiba taiju barely able to contain himself right, sitting in the confessional with his legs manspread wide in an attempt to relieve a little bit of the boner he got just by hearing the sounds of your shoes entering that very room.

you would say that you were a virgin, taiju would feel his breath catch in his throat; how dirty can a man be to the point of desiring a young virginal girl? it was a pity that he didn't know it was a lie. and then, you would say that in the last few weeks you have been feeling... strange, feeling a strange need to touch yourself "down there" in the middle of the night, taiju would not be able to contain himself and would ask you to continue talking while one of his hands placed itself on his cock covered by the gown.

you would say, "Father, these past nights have been so hard for me, I've... I've been thinking, fantasizing about men groping me and rubbing me where I know they shouldn't touch me," and by then Taiju would have his big dick free pumping it silently, the swollen tip letting more and more pre-cum escape and his cheeks starting to redden, he could feel his veins throbbing for a pussy, for your pussy, and you were fully aware that his mind was fantasizing about you bouncing on his cock at that very moment while you were talking about how gross your fantasies were, how much you wanted to reconnect with god, how disgusted he, like a priest, must have been with you.

but disgusted? taiju was actually about to make fun of you after so long without even touching himself properly.

and then, suddenly, you would ask as you walked out of your confessional area and stood in front of his door, "are you touchin' yourself, Father Shiba?"

everything stopped, his breathing, his hand around his dick, the flow of libidinous thoughts; shame began to fall on him, definitely God had already prepared for him a horrendous penance.

"Don't you want to feel the real thing, Father Shiba? A real, warm pussy around your dick? Cleching down so hard the way you know you may like it? You must be so tired of feeding yourself only on fantasies and thoughts, aren't you? It's kinda even...," you stifled a chuckle as you picked up the doorknob and turned it to open it and could see taiju looking at you with extremely red cheeks, "Embarrassing, gross, don't you feel ashamed for having such pervy thoughts about a virgin girl?"

before, he was. Definitely! But now? Seeing you with that cleavage that left little to his imagination and your skirt barely covering your thighs? Definitely not.

in a matter of seconds taiju was pulling you into his small confessional without bothering to close the door, pushing you half lying down, half sitting on the stool previously occupied and spreading your legs only to discover that there were no panties covering the most sacred part of your body.

however, there was a beautiful tattoo over your crotch, exactly over your belly, and out of pure taiju instinct he pressed his fingers against it, earning a loud, drawn out moan coming from you, who bent down to take his hand and bring it to the middle of your spread thighs where his fingers passed between your folds and spread your slick.

"If you were a good priest, Father Shiba, you wouldn't mind taking someone's virginity, would you? What's better than a holy man like you using a hole as tight as mine?"

but then he would remember: the one who should be in control is him. Who is closest to God? Him. Who refuses to sin? Him. Who is the one man who was dying to cum deep inside you? The answer is no different.

so taiju promptly forced yours legs against your tits and slid deep inside your tight, warm pussy, perfect to be used, stretched and purified as many times as he deemed necessary.

his hand again pressed against your belly as if your tattoo there was reminding him that there was nowhere else but inside you for him to cum.

and it is always so sad to see a man of god giving himself up to temptation!

— tokyo rev. masterlist.

#tokyo revengers smut #taiju smut #taiju shiba smut #tokyo revengers x reader #taiju x reader #tr smut #taiju x y/n #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x fem!reader #tokyo revengers x female reader #taiju shiba x reader #shiba taiju x reader #tw.somnophilia #tw.religion #tw.blasphemy #tw.corruption #tw.breeding kink #tw.monsterfucking

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zero00kiryu00 · 3 years

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Trigger Tags

> SFW TAGS <

#tw.intoxication -- drug or alcohol use

#tw.darkcontent -- dark content in general (e.g. psychopathic behaviour)

#tw.coercion -- use of coercion or manipulation by a character.

#tw.toxicity -- toxic behaviour

#tw.blood -- blood or general gore

#tw.death -- topics discussing death or death of a character

#tw.mentalhealth -- topics that deal with mental health (e.g. depression, anxiety, or other disorders)

#tw.trauma -- trauma, abuse

#tw.violence

#tw.bullying

> NSFW TAGS <

#tw.degradation -- degradation kink

#tw.cheating

#tw.impactplay -- slapping, biting, scratching, etc.

#tw.breathplay -- choking, suffocation, etc.

#tw.edging

#tw.overstim

#tw.knife -- knife play

#tw.breeding

#tw.voyeurism

#tw.corruption -- corruption kink or virginity kink

#tw.size -- size kink

#tw.bondage -- restraint play, shibari, etc.

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serostuffsmh · 3 years

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IMPORTANT TAGS

#jen writes smut — smut tag, please blacklist if you are uncomfortable or a minor

#smut rec — other smut things like reblogs, please blacklist if you are a minor or uncomfortable

#minors dni — another tag about content I don’t think is safe for minors

GENERAL TAGS

#admin jen asks — asks sent in

#jjk rambling — talking about jjk

#kai rambling — I talk about chisaki

#admin jen speaks — talking about blog/personal things

TRIGGERING TAGS

Triggering tags will be tagged with #tw.[__]

#tw.dubcon

#tw.breeding

#tw.monsterfucking

#tw.corruption

#tw.dacryphilia

#tw.breath play

#tw.femdom

#tw.daddy kink

#tw.mind break

#tw.degradation

#tw.gagging

AU TAGS

#househusband au

#dadhaul au

ANONS

💜 anon🧘🏻‍♀️anon 🐱 anon 🍩 anon 🍰 anon 🐝 anon 😼 anon 🍥🍜 anon 🍪 anon 🐇 anon 🐁 anon 🦊 anon 🍄 anon 🐎 anon 🗡 anon 🖤 anon 🐑 anon ☁️ anon 🍐 anon 🐯anon 🎆 anon 🐼anon 🦀 anon 🥝 anon pink anon puke green anon uwu anon

#song // sudno #admin jen speaks #admin jen asks #admin jen thinks #admin jen yells #jen writes smut #jen’s fond memories #my edit #househusband au #kai rambling

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mulberrysilk · 3 years

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Hello, Nette! I sent that Getou thirst last time 😅 and I love it so fking much so uhmm I hope you don't mind me sending another one? Idk but I'm really into corruption kink rn? I don't know how you feel about breeding or pregnancy tho. I hope this is okay?

Cousin!Toji corrupting Naobito's only daughter and kidnapping her? How dare her, a woman, inherit the Ten Shadows Technique when he's born without a cursed energy? If he can't be clan head perhaps their son can if he inherits that precious technique from his mom. 🥲 Thank you!

pureblood

Toji Fushiguro x f!reader ( ft. Naoya Zenin)

cw: sorta plot heavy, smut, incest, corruption, dubcon, noncon, Naoya-nii, Cousin Toji, manipulation, cunnilingus, loss of virginity, Naoya being a misogynist, implied breeding kink

a/n: Okay the ages of the characters isn’t like the canon ages? Toji is in his early 30s while Naoya is 27, , and Gojo is 28 . And omgg I got carried away. I’m sorry bout that aHaha I took this as a chance to make it very very dramatic like Game of Thrones lmao hope u like it anon 👀 first time writing for Toji!!! And Naoya 😳 REEEEE ( I don’t mind at all that you sent another thirst! Hehe don’t be shy haha)

!! D A R K C O N T E N T A H E A D !!

!! M I N O R S D O N O T I N T E R A C T !!

How? It wasn’t fair.

His hands were clenched in fists, nails digging into his palms as he stared. The sight before him made his chest tighten and his stomach churn. Beneath the fading cherry blossom trees in the open courtyard of the estate, the fragile person who was blessed and robbed him of the Ten Shadows Technique that instantly made you rise above other Zenin family members, was given what he couldn’t have.

How was it, a pretty, innocent thing like you, who can’t even hurt a fly and hold a sword be blessed with the Clans honoured technique? He wanted to laugh at how you viewed your cursed shadows like mere domestic pets when they could’ve been of much more great use to him. It made his blood boil. You had the one thing that kept him from being clan leader. Cursed energy.

“Little sister!” The youngest of Naobito’s sons hollered, hugging you from behind tightly as you stood by the sparring ground where your other two older brothers busied themselves. “You have to learn how to fight too.” He spoke, voice above the clashing of swords.

“Naoya!” You squeaked, surprised at your brother’s presence.

Brat. Toji muttered to himself, glaring at the young man. Another heir treasured by Naobito.

“Dear sister needs to learn how to protect herself when I’m not around,” he chuckled, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, his closeness with you making Toji raise a brow. “I don’t know why father treats you like glass, keeping you so sheltered. Not that it really matters,” Naoya nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your perfume while you didn’t think much of his brotherly affection. “Your dear older brother will always protect you.”

“How will I ever learn if you spoil me like that,” you giggled, a warm smile on your face, oblivious to the undertone of your protective siblings words.

“Why are you dressed in your best kimono?” He asked, still resting on you with his arms around your fragile body watching his brothers spar.

“We are receiving some important guests,” you answered, glancing down at your belt to make sure it was still in its proper placement. “The Gojo clan is coming to visit at Father’s request. Why? I don’t know.”

Toji leaned against the wooden column of the hallway, the servants stealing glances at the ruggedly handsome man as they passed, noticing the way he looked out into the courtyard with a solemn expression on his face, unaware of the wicked thoughts running through his brain.

Naobito asked the Gojo clan here for one thing and the idea made him scoff. It was exactly something he’d expect the old man to pull. His daughter, blessed with the clans technique, to be the bargaining chip and glue to the union of the Zenin and Gojo clan. The two clans have always butted heads for hundreds of years, and if the Gojo clan accepts, it would be some historical event for the books.

Toji smirked when he saw the dark look on Naoya’s face when it dawned on him what the Gojo clan’s visitation meant. He wasn’t blind to the way your brother fawned over you and was highly over protective. He knew how much bloodline meant to Naoya…and if he intended to keep it pure, maybe his obsession with his pretty sister was also a dangerous immoral crush.

Cant blame him, Toji shrugged, drinking in the way the fine robes hung on your frame, hiding the curves of your body. Like Naoya, he was only ever after the fact you inherited the Ten Shadows technique, your pretty face and tempting body was just a plus.

The rose coloured tranquility that radiated from the scene disappeared the moment a servant informed them to gather in the main hall and announced the arrival of their guests. You and your brothers were quick to respond to the call. You walked ahead of them, rushing a little as punctuality meant a lot to your father and yet you paused when you noticed his presence.

“Toji…” you said his name sweetly, like a sigh of relief. “Why do you linger in the shadows?” You smiled softly at him.

“A habit, I’m afraid,” he responded, standing to full height, taking note of how easily he towered over you.

“Well this is our home, you shouldn’t worry about anything dangerous here,”

Oh, if only you knew that you were surrounded by wolves.

“Mhm,” Toji only hummed, following you three steps behind as he too made his way to the main hall to catch a glimpse of the man that would be your betrothed.

Your brothers were practically murdering the young white haired man sat across from you with their eyes. The man with the six eyes, not adorning the blindfold he usually wore, had arrived uninterested with his elder but the moment his eyes landed on your form, sat beside your father, hands folded neatly on your lap, he was intrigued.

While an elder from their clan spoke with Naobito, Gojo Satoru would smirk your way, winking at you to make your pure little heart flutter in your chest and heat rise in your cheeks. This did not go unnoticed by your older brother who scowled as he looked at him. Toji remained silent, spectating from the shadows, a position all too familiar to him.

“Is there anything you’d like to ask Satoru, young one?” The elderly man beside Gojo spoke, silver hair cascading down his back.

“Are you really as strong as everyone says?” You asked, lifting your gaze to meet his enchanting cerulean orbs that glowed like starlight.

Gojo laughed heartily at your question, head thrown back and a wide boyish smile adorned his handsome face. You felt your cheeks warm at his laughter finding it made your heart flutter but fear crept up your spine as his laughter might be taken wrong by your father and brothers, taking you for a fool.

But…Gojo, when he composed himself, grinned. It was full of undoubted confidence that struck you with awe but enraged your relatives. What he said next was the cherry on top of their annoyance.

“I’m the strongest.”

Naobito only smirked and took a swig of his drink, not that he liked the guy, the confidence was arrogance at its finest but having you linked with him would be of great use to him and the opposing clan. To make way to the strongest Jujutsu Heirs that would undoubtedly inherit either yours or Satoru’s gifts. And it it was both? Well, isn’t that every sorcerer’s dream?

Either way, if the Gojo clan rejects, they could easily give you to marry the heir of the Kamo clan.

“She’s of age, yes?” The elder asked your father and he simply nodded. “Young and beautiful…how perfect. The clan accepts.”

“Woah, let me take her out on a date first!” Gojo joked, for your entertainment. Your smile that fought back to laugh audibly only stroked his ego, amused at how pristine you were.

“Y/N, why don’t you show Satoru the gardens,” Naobito cued, clearly wanting the two of you to get along and to have the discussion of what name the heirs will take, Zen’in or Gojo. The old man gave a knowing look to where Toji stood, arms crossed inside his yukata sleeves. He nodded at his uncle and patiently waited a couple of minutes before slipping away to keep an eye on you and that frivolous man.

And unfortunately, you were easily swayed by the silver haired sorcerer, his good looks, sense of humour and his confidence, wooing you into a false sense of security. Poor thing, Toji sighed watching as you excused yourself at the end of the night to retreat to your room, a sweet smile on your face as you reminisced of the moments you had spent with Gojo Satoru. The heated discussion between Naobito and his sons were muffled background noise, his eyes were entirely focused on you and he offered to walk you back to your room, which you accepted with no hesitation.

The stroll was comfortable, all though mostly silent, but that was because you trusted your dear cousin. Unlike the rest of the clan, you were kind hearted, something your father found to be a defect but it was admired of you by the rest of household. You were a lamb born into a family of wolves. You should’ve been more careful, more tact, smart instead of being a doe eyed, naive little girl.

Which was something that worked in his favour.

“Did the Gojo clan mean it when they accepted? Father didn’t tell me if they did…I had no idea he was matching me with suitors from other clans,” you broke the silence, the sounds of grasshoppers in the garden in the open corridors provided a tranquil aura.

“Satoru isn’t a man whose easily tied down,” he grunted bluntly, knowing it’d pierce and maybe break your perception of the man. But he knew even a man like Satoru would be intrigued by you and what you brought to the table. “Only a fool will turn down a chance of marriage with a woman like you.”

“Toji-san,” you murmured, soft warm eyes gazing up at him with innocence and trust. “I think I’ll be more useful as a wife than a Jujutsu Sorcerer…like Naoya said, I’m not that good at combat.”

“Your purpose is to bear a powerful heir and if you marry someone like Gojo or the heir to the Kamo clan, the chances of the child bearing the respective families technique is higher. It’s a prospect that neither clans can lie about that intrigues them.”

His words were straightforward as always, not sugar coating any thoughts to you. Your brows had furrowed and and an almost disheartened expression was on your face.

“I’m not cattle that one sells to be bred, cousin,” you murmured. “Naoya-nii said that being an obedient wife and a mother to children is the greatest role a woman could ever receive…it doesn’t sound as crude as you put it.”

Toji smirked, holding back a scoff. “But the actions of making children is crude, little one.”

Heat warmed your cheeks and you kept your gaze forward. Your chest felt tight with uncertainty but you pushed it down, thinking it was nothing and when you stood at your door, a part of you felt hurried to excuse yourself from your cousin.

“Goodnight, Toji,” you curtly nodded, standing on your tip toes to give him a kiss on the cheek, something you’ve always done with your brothers, unaware of how it churned and twisted Toji’s jealousy of how blessed you were.

You kept your smile on your face as you stepped back, fingers in the indents of the sliding doors latch and opening it a little for you to quickly disappear into. You didn’t know why your heart was racing in your chest as he remained stood there, not having left yet, waiting for you to get in.

“Toji, what are you doing here?” The sound of your older brother’s voice was god sent in that very moment and you took it as a chance to slip inside, shutting the door behind you, finally able to exhale and take deep breath.

“Walked your sister back to her room,” he simply replied, smirk ever present on his face. “Just had a little talk with her.”

Naoya didn’t question it and just shrugged before following you into your room, Toji taking note of how the latch locked. What was so important your older brother had to lock the door? He lingered, knowing about the little crack in your wall that he found provided a view into the your room, a world that seemed so peaceful and in that darkness he could make out your brothers frame standing before you as you sat on the foot of the bed, gazing up at him and listening to what he was saying.

Toji was going to leave out of boredom weren’t it not for how Naoya caged you in his hold, your back firmly pressed against his body as he whispered in your ear, a heated argument between the two of you no doubt.

“Nii-chan,” you calmly whispered, struggling against his hold, finding the way his hot breath was against your neck inappropriate. “Let go of me.”

“They can’t take you away from me. I won’t let them,” he growled, holding you tighter. “You love your nii-chan more than anything in the world right?”

“Of course I love you,” you reassured him, his embrace loosening a little, his face still nuzzled into your neck.

“You’re my precious little sister blessed with the technique of our ancestors. You and I,” he laced his fingers with yours. “We belong together. It’s up to us to keep our bloodline pure. With us, it’ll be stronger than before.”

“But you’re my brother,” your brows furrowed, confused as he gently turned the both of you towards the mirror, your reflections proving to him how you were made for him.

“And you’ll do anything for me cause that’s how much you love me,” he concluded, smiling at you softly in the mirror, his hands on your shoulders pushing down the sleeves of your kimono to expose your slender shoulders and collarbones. He inhaled a deep breath, your sweet scent making him throb in his hakama.

“Nii-chan,” your lips trembled, his warm fingers skimming along your collarbone and then along your jaw. “Don’t do that…f-feels weird.” You squeaked when his hands groped your breasts through the fine fabric.

“It’s okay, it’s just me,” he cooed, licking a stripe along your neck before he kissed and sucked on the sensitive skin. “I would never ever hurt you.”

“Naoya-nii, l-let go,” your voice shook, the way his rough hands squeezed the flesh of your breasts and his index finger and his thumb pinching your nipples through the fabric making your lower belly taut with heat, a grin formed on his face when he felt them pebble with his touch.

“Let nii-chan have his fun, Y/N,” he pouted, rubbing his hardened cock against your rear, eliciting a gasp from you. “Okay?”

You couldn’t say no. He was your older brother and…he loved you. Naoya wasn’t liked by anyone both in and out of the family but you looked up to him, his strength and how far he went to protect you goes unnoticed or ignored. Something only you could see.

You slowly nodded, remembering the first time he taught you how to kiss, telling you that it was okay since it was him, your nii-chan, and that only he and you could love each other like this.Knowing that he harboured hatred so easily to anyone who opposes him and his beliefs, you felt happy to be a person he loved.

He lead you back to your bed, lying you on your back as he undos the belt round your waist that held your kimono together, his eyes drinking in every inch of your skin that he revealed when he peeled the fabric off of your body. Your thighs squeezed close, embarrassed to be this bare before his eyes, an odd throb growing in your intimate area. He opened your kimono like he was unwrapping a gift, opting to keep it loosely hanging off your body, the dishevelled state you were in like a intricate work of art.

Naoya scoffed when your arms crossed your chest, shielding your breasts from him.There was no need for that now but still, he kept his resolve and remained as gentle as he always have been for his darling sister. Even as he began to touch you in places that were forbidden for him, the way you looked at him, with such admiration and trust stroked his pride.

He wasn’t going to go all the way tonight, not yet. He had all the time in the world til you’re wedding. He had planned to put his brat inside of you at the right time so that no one would expect that it was him. For now, he settled with his head between your thighs, suckling and fucking his tongue into your sweet virgin cunt, living for the way you trembled and muffled your moans.

Toji hummed, his assumptions about Naoya proven right. His cock was straining against his hakama, the sight of your legs hanging off your brother’s shoulders and the way your body arched whenever he found your sweet spot, made the idea of splitting you with his thick cock even more appealing. Naoya had the same objective as he did, and he’ll be damned if the spoiled brat got to you first.

On a warm spring day, Toji invited you to accompany him to an errand, and wanting a change of scenery from the clan estate you easily accepted and followed, unaware of where exactly Toji was taking you and falling asleep on the car ride there.

It was almost too perfect. Too easy.

The errand became an overnight stay in an apartment. He told you it’d take awhile and you didn’t think much of it, liking the new change the loft provided but then one night turned to two, then three and that night when he returned, you had asked him.

“When are we going back home?” You were sitting on the bed, comforter across your legs and wearing a robe that he gave you since your clothes were in the laundry, unprepared for the prolonged stay.

“Home?” Toji raised a brow, locking the door behind him, the click of the bolt closing colliding with the latch making your heart race in your chest for the first time during this trip. “We’re not going home yet.”

“Oh? It’s just…I’m never really away from the house this long,” you glanced down at your fingers. “And I haven’t been out in awhile…not that the apartment isn’t nice.”

“Well it’s too late to go out now,” Toji chuckled, removing his shirt as he made his way to the bed that you two shared. Your face flustered at his sudden show of skin, his upper body rippled with defined muscles.

“Can we go out tomorrow then? For lunch at least?” You shyly asked, averting your gaze from his macular torso, the image of his muscles flexing as he moved reminding you of how attractive your cousin was.

“Sure.” He shrugged, climbing on to the bed to his spot beside you, his large frame taking up most of the space so he was close, close enough to radiate warmth to you, skin almost touching yours. “Come on, where’s my goodnight kiss.” He fashioned a lazy charming grin, your eyelids blinking as he rolled over on top of you. His forearms rested on either side of your head and his thighs caged your hips.

“Toji…”you murmured, turning your head away, a familiar heat gathering in your lower belly as an image of how Naoya had pinned you once too many times like this, flashed before your eyes. “W-what are you doing?” Your voice was so small and you wished you had sounded more assertive as the smirk on his face only grew, wicked and unpredictable.

“Asking my pretty cousin for a good night kiss, you always do it so sweetly,” he husked, the timbre of his voice making you shiver and shift beneath him with unease.

You always did that…but in this moment, you felt if you didn’t do it, something bad would happen, it tugged at your heart strings in a weird way and you even thought about what would happen if Naoya found out. As his sister, even with how sheltered and kept in the dark you were, you knew of just how cold blooded and cruel he could be.

Not knowing what else to do, you leaned forward to press your lips on his cheek only for him to angle his head differently so that it connected with his lips instead. You could feel the indent of his scar against your lips, hot and warm, your remained still in shock even when he began to move his lips against yours.

“S-stop,” you turned your head away, heat crawling up your cheeks and spreading in your chest. Your hands tried to push him away only for you to notice how warm his taut skin was. “You mustn’t—

“And why not?” He grinned, tongue swiping at your lower lip.

“Because…” you tried to gather your words, pushing against him even though you were far less stronger than he was. “It’s wrong.”

“Really?” He shifted one of his legs to rest between your thighs, inching them apart, your attempt to resist him adorable. “You know,” he grinned, his one hand undoing the belt of the robe, your hands quick to try and cover yourself up, clenching the cotton fabric. “Your nii-chan doesn’t have to know.”

And like a deer in headlights, you froze. He had you trapped. Your throat grew dry not able to explain or find the words to deny the undertone of his words. It was an accusation. He knew.

“Naoya-nii…” you sniffled, only now becoming aware of the tears that were flowing from your eyes. “H-he said, that…it was okay…what we were doing—We can’t.” You shook your head, Naoya’s infuriated expression flashing in your mind. “Please!” You squeaked, his fingers under the robe moving from your hip bone. “D-don’t.”

“Awe, are you going to cry?” He chuckled, feeling the heat radiating from your core. Your attempts to escape him was futile and even pathetic. The deep seated frustration within him began to arise again because of that. A weak person like you inheriting the technique made his blood boil. Such a waste on you. You don’t even use it to defend yourself.

His fingers found their place on your mound and wasted no time dipping them between your folds, and pressing the pad of his index finger on your clit. “N-no, not there!” You cried, legs attempting to shut close but they were useless and your body was betraying you. Toji’s eyes lost the warmth they held when he was with you, it was dull and looked at you in a way that made you want to run and hide.

“You say you don’t want it but sweetheart , you’re getting wet,” he cooed, dipping his fingers in your entrance to spread the slick that had formed all over your cunt. “Don’t you miss your dear nii-chan?”

Your eyes screwed shut and your lips pressed hard against each other to muffle the whines and whimpers that threatened to leave you as you felt his warm fingers toy with your cunt. “S-stop.”

“You’re still saying that huh?” He sighed but his smirk remained, two fingers prodding at your entrance. Your eyes shot open to look at him, pleading him not to continue. “I’ll touch you in the same way he’s touched you so quit your whining.” And then, his hot breath was against your ear as he whispered, “I’ll touch you in a way you’ll forget about your nii-chan.”

“Toji, please—mhmf!”

Two thick digits slipped into your tight hole, the stretch and sensation of being filled making your walls clench around him.

“Feels good doesn’t it?” He nipped at your ear, working his fingers in and out of your cunt that began to drool with slick. “Mhm, you’re so tight. It’s been awhile since I fucked a virgin.”

“T-Toji, don’t move your fingers—Ah! Like that!” You squealed, back arching off the bed when he brushed against that spongy spot inside of you that made your whole body flutter. “D-don’t,” you panted.

But your protests that were weak willed in tone were only met with the curl of his fingers moving faster, fucking in and out of your hole till wet squelching noises resounded off the bedroom walls.

“Don’t be so shy, Princess,” he chuckled deeply, lowering himself till he was a breath away from your pulsating pussy, entranced by the way your cunt wrapped around his thick fingers. “Since you’re going to be a wife someday, you might as well learn the basics right?”

You whimpered in response but cried out when you felt his hot tongue flick against your clit switching between sucking and licking the sensitive nub, your hips bucking into his face as the familiar sensation of an orgasm quickly crept up on you.

“Toji—Ah—if you,” you tried to say, walls clenching tighter round his fingers. “I’m g-gonna cum.”

“Is that so? I don’t mind princess,” he grinned, fucking his fingers into you faster, scissoring and curling to bring you closer to the edge. “Make a mess all over my face. Let me taste you.” His mouth latched onto your clit again, his digits unrelenting. What tipped you over the edge was the slight nip of your clit between his teeth before his tongue soothed the notion, flicking against the aching nub fast.

A wanton moan slipped past your lips as you came, juices spilling forth and dripping down your pussy, and Toji lapped your release with a hum of delight. He pulled away to get a good look at your writhing form now glistening with sweat and your heavy lidded eyes paired with your parted lips swollen from biting them to muffle your moans, the heavy panting and the way you were sprawled before him, was a treasured sight.

Before you could come to, he had stripped from his pants and was quick to fist his throbbing hard cock in his hand before pressing the fat head against your entrance. Such a tiny little cunt, he mused. He was going to ruin you for sure. He was going to carve the shape of his cock in your virgin cunt and ruin you for any other man.

The floating sensation from orgasm was ripped from you when you felt something prod at your entrance, a slight sting to what wasn’t even inside you yet heightening your senses to the max. Your eyes shot to Toji knelt between your thighs, broad muscular frame casting a shadow over you, unable to deny how attractive he was. Your breath hitched when your eyes caught the sight of his member, fat pink tip leaking with precum and prominent veins along the fat length. He was going to tear you apart.

Panic flooded your veins and you pressed against his stomach in attempt to stop him, his hands on the back of your thighs and pressing them to your chest in a position you found embarrassing and completely exposed your glistening cunt.

“Toji, no. Please. Too big. It won’t fit,” you sniffled, trying to wriggle away from him. “I can’t—we’re not married. Naoya nii said I can’t do this with just anyone!” Your voice raised in pitch as he didn’t listen, only rubbing his length between your folds to lubricate, sparks of lust forming in your lower belly.

“But I’m not just anyone aren’t I?” He pouted his lips in mock pity, securing your legs in their folded position giving you and him a perfect view of your cunt slowly being split by his cock. “I’m someone close to you. Looked after you, cared for you, protected you.”

“Then why are you doing this?” You asked, too soft hearted to harbour any hate to someone you’ve known almost all your life. His hand cupped your cheek, fooling you so easily that he was actually doing this for the sake of you. But he felt he didn’t have to keep his farce. Not when he began inching his cock inside your tight heat, watching the way your eyes widened at the sudden intrusion, wincing.

“I couldn’t be clan head because I didn’t have cursed energy,” he grunted, losing himself in the way your cunt gripped him. “And as if to mock me, the universe gave it to you along with the clan’s inherited technique. A meek, weak little girl who could barely lift a sword.”

Your nails dug into his forearms, so hard it might’ve drawn blood as his hot, fat member was stretching your walls past it’s limits. Tears formed in your eyes as the sensation of being filled confused you, your body reacted to it like you wanted it but his harsh words made you recoil in fear and unable to relax.

“Then, a sudden thought came to me when I saw you opening these pretty legs of yours to your nii-chan. Wanna know what it was?” He smirked, pausing his movements, cock sitting halfway inside of you.

You couldn’t respond. Your body ached with need and the feeling of him inside you started to feel too good. Like you could never ever get enough of it.

He always loved the sensitive ones.

Toji leaned forward to press his torso against your body, further pushing your thighs to your chest, the stretch of your hamstrings making you whimper. With a hand he gripped your chin, forcing you to look into his emerald eyes that glowed wickedly. Your arms wrapped around his neck, finding some sort of comfort with how close he was, close to forgetting that this was wrong. But all logic was impossible to think of when your cunny was being stuffed with his cock, hot and heavy inside of you.

“If I can’t be the head of the clan, maybe the little brat I put inside of you will.”

Those words and the way it rolled of his lips were the last things that you could make out before he buried himself inside of you completely, putting you in the trance of sinful carnal lust. A plane where all you could feel was him and nothing but him.

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