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mandy-yeager · 3 months ago

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Real dad! Leon coming over to help you with your car.

Something’s wrong with it, so why wouldn’t you call your dad to help you out? He gets there, pops the hood and finds the problem that he starts to fix.

You check on him every ten or so minutes, noticing how maybe he took his jacket off, how his hair is getting messier. He’s more out of breath and a little sweaty. It makes you forget he was even speaking to you, asking for you to go grab him a bottle of water so he can cool down.

And when you do come out with the water, his shirt is off this time. He grins and laughs at you. Maybe he’s a little mean and teases you about it, talking about how you haven’t seen a man like him before ugh omg

The tension would be sooo thick after that. Especially if he stays over for a while, maybe taking a shower in your bathroom. He comes out in a towel, making sure it hangs low to catch your attention since you just loved staring at him earlier

Please please please hear me out

oh I’m hearing you Mel. I’m hearing ya.

“Like mother like daughter”

cw: daddy/daughter incest, leon is your real dad in this, some mixed in religious themes, leon being a cocky douche even in his old age, kitchen counter fucking, slight breath play but it’s only bc Leon’s arm is around readers neck, barely proof read.

a/n: idc im not making this formatting all pretty, I literally blacked out and coughed up 2.5k at two in the morning. straight filth. here you go, eat you little shits.

And up until that point, it’s just that. It’s only that. Tension. Silent, deadly, heavy in the air of your small place.

That is, until he slices right through it, walking out of your bathroom in nothing but that towel.

When you were smaller, he’d never take showers when you were around, making sure to slip them in during the dark hours of the morning or long after you were asleep. And on the occasion that you were around, even into your teen years he’d all but beeline to his bedroom to get changed, only leaving you with a lingering glance at his broad back. That is, when you’d will yourself to look as he strode down the hall. You shouldn’t be looking at your dad in such immodest state, let alone like that.

And yet here you are, dry mouthed and stock still where you stand at your kitchen island. He had strode in, so confident, almost cocky, claiming he forgot his glass of water. As if he couldn’t have grabbed it after he was decent. Because he’s just so thirsty after all that work today, and the kitchen is on the way to your guest bedroom where he was going to change anyway. What would be the point in doubling back?

He’s about to grab his glass and slip back out of the kitchen, content enough to be swift in his appearance. That is, until he notices the look on your face.

“What?” He chuckles, his smile sly. He knew he didn’t look the same as he did when he was twenty something years old. The scars, the soft layers of fat that had cropped up over thick muscles in his pecs and abs, the healthy line of hair that trails underneath his towel — it’s all a reminder of what his body has been through, how it’s matured through the years. Yet, here you were standing there and gawking at him, as if you’d never seen a shirtless man before.

He’s met with silence. Wetting your lips, swallowing thickly, blinking a few times — it’s takes you a beat too long to be deemed appropriate to realize you were staring. Barely holding back the urge to curse under your breath, you cover your obvious gawking with a dry cough, a shake of your head. Waving a dismissive hand at him and rolling your eyes as if suddenly he’s a nuisance.

“Ew,” you snort, turning back to the dishes you had been in the middle of doing. “Go get changed, old man.”

“Ouch,” he hissed, snickering now. Directly defying your playful orders, he leans on the kitchen island now, leaving only the hand on his hip to keep his towel secure around his hips.

“I wasn’t always an old man. Your mom was attracted to me at one point in time, you know,” he hums, teasing, playful. Far more playful than appropriate.

“Obviously,” you mutter, willing yourself not to turn around. Your gaze bores down, practically drilling through the pan you’re scrubbing. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

He laughs then, throaty and low, his stomach shaking from the strength of it.

“That you are.”

Footsteps.

Coming towards you, the old tile squeaking softly in specific weak points as he crosses your small kitchen. You don’t notice how your scrubbing slows, subconsciously distracted by his warmth as it settles behind you, looming.

“I asked you a question, you know,” he murmurs, piercing eyes trained on you.

He’s done this in times past. Sometimes when he’s reprimanded you, sometimes in joking passing. Directing your attention back to a voiced inquiry that you decide to oh so conveniently side step, choosing to ignore in favor of your own comfort. And like always, he wasn’t going to let you slide.

“What’s with that look on your face?” he rephrases, tilting his head.

Don’t stop scrubbing.

You don’t. If anything, the movements of your arm grow faster, harder, practically burning your sponge into the surface of a pan that’s been clean for two minutes now.

“What look?” you hum, feigning ignorance, clearly so busy with your task at hand.

Rolling his eyes, he adjusts his towel around his hip, tugging it tighter. The action had the back of his palm brushing into your hip.

“Nope. You don’t get to play dumb with me,” he tuts, low and far too close to the back of your neck. A few inches more, and his breath would fan against the back of your neck.

“When was the last time you went out, anyways? Hell, the last time you told me about a boyfriend?” he snickers, moreso at the mental image of the last loser you brought home to him.

Sighing, your jaw sets, your heart skipping in your chest.

“Dad, we’re not talking about this right now,” you groan, adjusting your craned neck, shifting your weight over your feet as you turn the faucet on. Suds slide off the nonstick surface of the pan, pooling and circling to disappear a moment later down your drain.

“You’re right. We’re not.”

Pausing, your gut twists in a way you haven’t felt in a while. It’s that feeling you get, that tugging that tells you the guy you’re hanging out with wants more. That the guy you’re alone with has intentions driven by hunger, need. That he wants you.

But you’re not alone with just some guy. Not alone with even a guy your age. He’s not a classmate. Not a friend. Not some sleazy tinder date you brought home.

It’s your dad.

A deep breath in. An effort of swallowing and burying that feeling. Of shoving it deep enough in hopes that it wouldn’t crawl back up again.

An exhale through your nose, forcing your movements as you reach for the next dirty dish.

“Then what are we talking about?” you scoff, glad he can’t see your face, your eyes that waver. Taking a tone you typically do during your nitter nattering with him, a tone he would reprimand you for in your teen years.

“The fact that you were eye-fucking your father a minute ago,” he mutters, his tone indecipherable.

“That’s what we’re talking about.”

Was he angry?

Disappointed, maybe?

Uncomfortable?

You can’t tell. Out of all the times you’re able to read your father, quick to pin down his vocal habits, of course it’s right now that you fail to get a read on him. Because admittedly, you haven’t heard him like this before.

Why did you care? Did you want him to be angry? Uncomfortable?

Why aren’t you uncomfortable?

Finally, your pitiful stress scrubbing comes to a halt. It’s as if he just fed an IV of ice water through your veins, his voice resounding through the kitchen as it falls silent around you.

You’re hesitant, slow when you turn your head. Brows knitted, lips parted — something you got from him — you can’t even bring yourself to meet his damn eyes.

“W… What? Dad, I’m not eye-fucking you-“

“Be honest. When was the last time you got laid?” he scoffs, all amusement drained from his voice. Not quite lecturing, nor demanding. But firm.

Glancing up at him, you search his eyes, silently floundering under his hard gaze. It takes all your willpower not to let your own wander down the still damp skin of his neck, his collarbones.

This isn’t appropriate.

When you were younger, he’d physically cringe at the idea of you ever experiencing sex. Would clench his fist, draw his brows at the idea of some insolent little boy getting his hands on you, in you.

“Don’t forget to mention the .45 I keep in my bedside,” he’d not so jokingly quip whenever you’d head out for a date.

“Well, I’ll leave you two to it then. Gotta go polish my bat,” he’d make a point of specifying the one time you had a male friend over to study for a big exam.

It was from a place of protectiveness. Of love. Because you were his little girl. Didn’t want you getting hurt. Even if he knew that one day you’d probably end up entangled in the back of some college idiots Honda accord his parents got him, that you’d one day be introduced to the world of true heart break, he wanted, needed to keep you out of the worlds grips for just a little bit longer. For as long as he could control.

And here he is, asking so crudely when you last got laid.

“I asked you a question.”

A beat passes. Another one. Your neck is uncomfortable, half turned over your shoulder like this. But you dare not turn away.

“Never.”

Oh.

There it is. All it took was some light prodding and you’re coughing up.

Because he told you to. Because he loves you. Because you’re a good girl. His good girl.

Not some sleazy tinder dates.

Not some broke college boy with a measly Honda accord.

No, no. He really should’ve known better. You have more refined taste than he often wants to give you credit for. Well, that is, until he’s taking credit for you, so quick to remind you it’s him you inherited such trait from.

His little girl was always needier than that. Better than that. Smarter than to so freely give herself to whatever scumbag picked her up some flowers from the grocery store on his way over to the house before a date, smarter than to let some asshole take advantage of any insecurity.

“You were saving it for me weren’t you?”

His voice comes out as a panted snicker into your neck, spoke into the numerous bites and blooming spots of color along your nape. It takes you a moment, lost in the hazy, sickly heated daze the two of your have made of the kitchen air around you. With pots long forgotten, one side of the sink full of cooled water, the sound of the faucet that had been running earlier is replaced with the wet claps of skin against skin.

Sharp, deep, all consuming when his pelvis collides into your ass, the fat of it rippling under each heavy collision. It threatens to steal your sense of coherency from you with each drive.

“H… Huh?”

Your voice is a mess, not too unlike the rest of you. The thick arm he has wrapped around your neck doesn’t really help, seeing as how it only constricts your already dry throat. Speaking proved to be far more difficult than it maybe should be right now.

“Your virginity, sunshine,” he murmurs into your ear, low and hot, brewed with an aftertaste of amusement. As if he didn’t just address you by the nickname he gave you when you were, what, three? As if he wasn’t speaking over the sounds of his body burying him within yours.

“Y’saved it just for me, huh? Knew only your Daddy could take care of you?” he snickers, looking at you oh so intently, adoringly almost. Far too tenderly, given how the thick muscles of his arm ripple with each jerk of your body in his hold.

You were always so pretty. Got it from your mother. Those sweet eyes, the pout of your lips. Even your tears, how they rolled down your cheeks in fat, hot trails of ecstasy matched how your mother would cry for him. How sweet.

And oh, even sweeter, the hitch of your constricted breaths. Your cries, your whimpers, those broken moans that fall so steadily are heavenly, even if what he was committing right now was far from.

Leon had never been a religious man, at least not into his adult life.

What the hell did he care about how wrong this was? God could twist and turn and kick and scream all he wanted, sat up on his high and mighty throne. He could whine and cry all about this was wrong, how he didn’t bless Leon with such a beautiful daughter for him to fuck her.

But right now? Leon doubts that. Hell. Somewhere, hidden deep into the darkest corners and recesses of his mind, Leon hopes that is the reason he was given a daughter. He snickers at the very idea of you being bestowed to him like the damn sacrificial lamb for the slaughter, his own personal sunshine and warm body.

Because why else would you cry like her?

Why else would you sigh and tremble and shudder just like her?

Why else would your voice crack and pitch along the same patterns hers did when he pushed her to her very limits?

Why else would God let his most beloved walk out of his life and leave him with her most beautiful creation, if not to fall in love with her all over again?

“Yes, yes, yes,” you whimper, like a damn broken record in his arms. With your shorts pooled around your ankles, your shirt shoved up just high enough for him to paw at your pretty tits, you were practically a spitting image.

A growl of satisfaction, of delight reverberates through him and you feel it. It all but shakes you to your core, how his chest rumbles against your back. It’s all consuming, so overwhelmingly delicious how warm, how strong he is. You really couldn’t be to blame for how quickly you deteriorate, stuttering through gasped warnings of impending end.

“Ask me properly,” he mutters into your neck, breaths heavy with exertion and hot with carnal lust as he speaks into the shell of your ear.

“Tell Dad you wanna come.”

“Please, please-“

Coughing, your choke briefly around your own spit, and it takes you a second to recover. But it’s only a moment later that you’re shaking your head to the best of its mobility trapped in the crux of his elbow, eyes hazy as you gaze up at him.

“Dad- Dad lemme come. Wan’ come so bad, please, please Dad-“

Eager. So fucking eager, just like your damn mother. All that spunk, all those sarcastic retorts and matter of fact quips that attempt to keep him at bay, stretched thin and see through around the girth of him. He can’t help but laugh at the irony, even moreso when you only spasm around the sound.

And when he finally utters his permission, he’s not gazing down at you to revel in how your orgasm tears through you. He’s tracking every facial expression; every tear, every wobble of your lip and roll of your eyes, all in search of her.

Because as much as he adored the parts of you that were him. As much as he loved teasing you for your similarities, poking fun at the parts of you that were her, he couldn’t help but come to a compromise then.

That yeah, you were a Daddy’s girl through and through.

But at the end of the day, the saying really should be ‘like mother like daughter’.

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mandy-yeager · 4 months ago

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Sex Pollen

Request: Yes / No Kinktober Day 30!

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Harvey Kinkle x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1317

Warnings: SMUT

Y/N: Your Name

Summary: Harvey came in contact with an odd flower and now he's incredibly horny. You're the only one that can help.

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I was sitting at home working on some spells that we went over in class when my phone rang. I looked at the ID to see Sabrina was calling. I sighed and rolled my eyes, debating whether to pick up, but something told me I should. I answered with a sigh and waited for her to speak.

“Y/N? I need your help.” She said, making me roll my eyes.

“With?” I asked, checking out my nails.

“Harvey, see we were walking through the forest and there was this flower that I’ve never seen before and we looked at it, but it blew something at him, and well…”

“What the hell did you do to my boyfriend?” I hissed into the phone.

“Nothing, but um… He needs your help. Can you just get to his house as fast as possible, please?” She asked and I sighed. I hung up before mumbling the teleportation spell. I was in Harvey’s room and he was in a t-shirt and boxers with his cock straining. I turned to see Sabrina blushing and looking at me with guilty eyes.

“What the fuck?” I asked and she bit her lip.

“Listen, that flower blew some indigo powder at him and now he’s like this… I don’t know wha-”

“Indigo powder? Are you fucking kidding me!?” I shouted and she shrunk into herself.

“You know what it is?” She asked.

“Sex pollen. He needs to have sex as soon as possible or he’ll die.” I said, already stripping my shirt off.

“Oh… uh… well I’ll just… um…” Sabrina stuttered as she headed for the door.

“Leave.” I glared at her and she quickly ran out of the house.

“Y/N…” Harvey moaned, reaching for me.

“I’m here baby, you’ll be just fine.” I said. Completely stripping and sitting on the bed. Harvey quickly ripped the rest of his clothes off and pulled me to him. He kissed me roughly and flipped us so my back was against the mattress. His lips moved over him and bit down on my lower lip. I gasped and he wasted no time pushing in tongue into my mouth. His hands quickly traveled down my body, feeling his way over each curve and settling one on my breast. He tweaked one of my nipples as his other hand kneaded my ass. I wrapped my arms around his neck, playing with the hair at the base of his neck. Harvey settled himself between my legs, his hard cock nestled against my stomach as he rutted against me. He grunted as I bit his lip, thrusting against my pussy, making me arch my back. He slipped his hand between our bodies and glided his fingers between my lips. He moaned when he felt how wet I was, using some to rub my clit. I arched my back, my hips thrust as he rubbed my clit harshly.

“Gotta make sure you’re ready for me.” He said, looking down as he pushed two fingers inside. His thumb stayed on my clit. His fingers made me moan loudly, gripping the sheets. He lazily pumped his fingers, his thumb was really doing all the work. I could feel an orgasm building quickly, my hips thrusting against him.

“Oh fuck, Harv, I’m gonna cum!” I moaned. I felt the cord snap as I moaned loudly, cumming around his fingers. He let me ride it out before pulling his fingers out and popping them into his mouth. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he licked them clean.

“Fuck you taste amazing…” He growled. He gripped his cock, lining himself up with my pussy.

“I need you now.” He said, slowly pushing inside, making me gasp.

“Fuck you’re tight.” He groaned. I gripped his biceps, my nails digging into his skin. I relaxed as best I could with him pushing inside me. The sweat was almost pouring off him now and his pupils were so dilated that they looked completely black. His temperature was so hot and I was worried I was too late. Sabrina should have called me as soon as he got hit! God, she’s so stupid! He needed to cum now or things would turn back.

“Harvey.” I whined, moving my hips.

“Move, please. Just use me, baby, I can take it.” I said.

“No. I don’t wanna use you. You deserve better.” He said and I smiled slightly.

“I know baby, but you need to cum soon or things aren’t gonna end well. So I need you to use me, babe, please.” I begged, wrapping my fingers in his hair and gently tugging.

“Fuck me, Harvey, fuck me nice and hard.” I said. His eyes glazed over and his brow furrowed with determination. He gripped my hips, tossing my legs over his. He thrust into me violently, making me scream. He was fucking me at a punishing pace, driven only by his need to cum. The pollen was taking over and all I could do was hold on for dear life. I could feel another orgasm building as his cock hit my G-spot over and over again. Without taking his dick out, he flipped me over and started fucking me from behind. The sound of skin slapping filled the room as gasping breaths left my mouth. I tried my best to keep my hips up as he fucked me into the mattress.

“Oh yes, baby! Fuck!” I cried, tears forming in the corners of my eyes. This new position had me seeing fucking stars. He was so deep inside that each thrust brought me closer to my orgasm.

“Harvey!” I screamed as I was pushed over the edge. My pussy fluttered around him, making his thrusts stuttered. He pushed all the way inside me as he came, screaming my name. He kept thrusting, cumming more than a normal mortal could. The pollen made the person so horny that they’d cum at least ten times the amount they normally would. It was making a mess as it flowed out of my very stuffed pussy and onto his mattress.

Once Harvey was finally done we each stayed still as we tried to regain our breathing. He slowly pulled out, a squelching noise coming from my pussy as we both groaned. More cum dripped out of my already sore hole. I fell onto the mattress, my legs twitching a bit and my arms sprawled above my head. Havey lay next to me, breathing heavily. Once I thought I could move again, I shifted onto my side and faced my boyfriend.

“Feel better?” I asked.

“Yeah… Thanks, baby. I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asked and I smiled.

“No, I’m alright. A nice hot bath and maybe a potion I’ll be all good.” I said. He pulled me into his chest and placed a loving kiss on my head.

“What were you doing in the forest anyway?” I asked and he sighed.

“‘Brina said she needed help looking for some ingredients for her Aunts, and asked if I could help.” He answered and I rolled my eyes.

“And you just touched a random flower you’ve never seen before?” I asked, he blushed slightly.

“I thought it was something you witches use…” He said and I giggled.

“Next time, we don’t touch strange flowers without asking a witch who actually knows what she’s doing.” I said and he smiled.

“Okay, next time I’ll ask you.” He said and I pecked his lips.

“Good.” I laid on his chest.

“Now we’ll relax for a bit and if the symptoms start up again then we’ll go for round two.” I said and his eyes widened.

“What?” He asked and I laughed.

“I don’t know how much you were exposed to, you could need to go for like ten rounds for all I know.” I said and he groaned.

“I hate magic…” He mumbled and I laughed.

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mandy-yeager · 8 months ago

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Power Play—Lee Myung-Gi/Player 333 x Fem!Reader

summary— Despite your initial disdain, the connection between you and player 333 deepen with you taking control.

warnings— slight enemies to lovers, switch!myung-gi, fingering, oral(f!receving), praise kink, choking, unprotected sex, creampie.

a/n— He is so hot, fuck meeeee!

Every time you caught Myung-gi’s gaze, your stomach twisted in annoyance and something else you didn’t want to name. He had been staring at you again today, right after being pushed around by Thanos and his crew. You clenched your fists, hating the way he let them treat him like shit, and even more so, hating how his eyes always seemed to find you.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” you hissed, your voice sharp enough to cut through the noise of the room.

“Nothing,” he said. “Can’t look at a pretty girl?” He straightened slightly, brushing dirt from his sleeve with a calmness that only irritated you further.

“You know,” you said coldly, “you’re the reason my brother’s in debt. He’d be here if I wasn’t such a kind sister willing to risk her life to win this money for him. He’s expecting a baby.”

At the mention of a baby, Myung-gi’s gaze flickered briefly to Jun-hee, who sat nearby with a hand on her stomach. A muscle in your jaw tightened, and you hated how his eyes lingered on her just a moment too long.

“Baby, huh?” he said, his voice low.

You didn’t respond, turning on your heel before the conversation could dig under your skin any further. Your chest tightened with something ugly and unfamiliar, jealousy, maybe? You refused to name it.

That night, the room was restless. People shifted in their bunks, some snoring, others mumbling in their sleep. But you couldn’t sleep. Neither could Myung-gi.

You didn’t notice him approach until he crouched beside you, his voice a quiet murmur. “You’re really fucking pretty, you know that?”

Your breath caught. You turned your head, and there he was, his face inches from yours, his dark eyes gleaming. You should have pushed him away, told him to leave you alone. But instead, you whispered, “Do something about it.”

He didn’t hesitate. His lips crashed against yours, and you couldn’t help the way you melted into him. His hands cupped your face as his lips moved with a precision that sent heat pooling low in your stomach.

You lay flat on the bed and his fingers found the edge of your pants, tugging them down with a careful urgency. You shivered as his hand slipped between your thighs, his fingers finding your pussy with an ease that made you throb.

“God,” he murmured against your lips, his voice husky. “So wet for me.”

You let out a shaky gasp, your hands clutching his shoulders as his fingers worked vigorously inside your wetness, each movement teasing. “You’re doing so good,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. “Just cum for me.”

His words tipped you over the edge, and you buried your face in his shoulder to muffle the moan that spilled from your lips. Your body trembled as you came undone, and he didn’t stop his gentle praise, his thrusts softening but never leaving you.

As your high faded, he pulled back to look at you, his dark eyes searching yours. “There,” he said softly. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

You rolled your eyes, trying to find some semblance of control, but the small smirk tugging at his lips made it impossible. You shoved him lightly, muttering under your breath, “Shut up.”

But the truth was, you didn’t want him to stop.

“Can I taste you?” he asked, his voice low, the hunger in his tone readable.

You rolled your eyes, trying to act unfazed, though your heart pounded in your chest. “Whatever,” you said casually, then pointed a finger at him. “But don’t expect me to suck your dick or anything.”

“Noted,” he said, leaning in to kiss you again. His lips moved slowly this time, taking their time as he hovered over you. You shivered as his lips left your mouth and began a slow descent. He pressed kisses to your neck, your collarbone, and lower still, his hands sliding up your thighs to part them as he made his way down.

When he reached the place where his fingers had been earlier, he paused, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he murmured. Then, without waiting for a response, he dipped his head.

The first touch of his mouth was soft, exploratory, but it didn’t stay that way. His tongue was relentless, like he was starving and you were the only thing that could satisfy him. His hands gripped your thighs firmly, holding your legs open as his tongue moved with precision and hunger.

“God,” you breathed, your fingers tangling in his hair, tugging hard enough to make him moan against you. The vibration sent a shockwave through your body, and you bit down on your lip to keep from crying out. “You’re s-so good at this,” you said, your voice trembling.

He hummed in response, his tongue never faltering. It was like he was determined to draw every last bit of pleasure from you, and the way he ate you out had your mind spinning.

You tried to stay quiet, you really did, but it became impossible as the pleasure inside you built to a breaking point. “Myung-gi,” you whimpered, your hips bucking against his mouth.

“Fucking cum for me,” he murmured between lapping, “come on, pretty girl. I want to feel you squirt on my mouth.”

The words sent you over the edge, and with a cry you couldn’t quite muffle, you squirted. Your body trembled violently as waves of pleasure rolled through you, and you felt the undeniable splash as you soaked his mouth.

He didn’t stop, didn’t pull away, his tongue continuing to coax every last drop from your body until you were completely spent. When he finally lifted his head, his lips and chin glistened, but the satisfied smirk on his face said it all.

“Guess you enjoyed that,” he said, his voice teasing but filled with pride.

“Shut up,” you muttered, though the small smile tugging at your lips told it all.

He laughed softly, crawling back up to kiss you, and the taste of yourself on his lips sent a shiver through you. “Whatever you say,” he said, brushing a strand of your curls from your face.

As you shifted slightly, you felt his hardness pressing against your thigh, and a need you couldn’t ignore surged through your pussy. “Hey,” you said softly but firmly, nudging him, “On your back.”

His brows raised slightly, but he didn’t hesitate. Myung-gi obeyed, lying back against the thin bedding, his breathing uneven. His eyes stayed locked on yours, dark and burning with lust.

You reached down, pulling his hard cock free, and his sharp intake of breath sent a thrill through you. Slowly, you positioned your leaking pussy over him. As you sank down, you hissed softly, feeling the stretch as you adjusted to his size. His hands instinctively gripped your hips, his jaw clenching as he tried to stay still for you.

“You good?” he asked, his voice strained, his breathing labored.

“Yeah,” you murmured, taking a moment to adjust before you began to move.

You started slowly, lifting yourself before settling back down, testing the waters. But as you found a rhythm, your confidence grew, and you leaned into it, bouncing on him like you owned him, because, in that moment, you did.

His head tipped back, and a moan escaped his lips. “Oh, God,” he muttered, his voice breaking as he squirmed beneath you. “You’re, God, you’re amazing.”

You smirked, gripping his shoulders for balance as you bounced faster. The sounds of his stuttering breaths and soft moans filled the quiet space, and you could see the way his jaw had gone slack, his mouth wide open in awe and pleasure.

“I’m gonna—” he tried to say, but his words dissolved into a stammering mess. “I’m gonna—”

You leaned down, wrapping one hand around his throat firmly. His eyes snapped open, locking onto yours in shock and a hint of thrill.

“Cum with me,” you whispered, your voice commanding as you began to grind on his cock.

His response was a strangled moan as his body arched beneath you. You pressed your other hand over his mouth, silencing his cries as his entire body began to tremble.

“Now,” you murmured. “Be a good boy and cum inside me.”

The words made him come undone, and you felt him cum as a wave of pleasure hit you simultaneously. Your body shook on top of him as you both came together, your intense orgasms leaving you breathless.

You slowly removed your hand from his mouth, and he gasped for air, his chest heaving. His eyes were wide, his face flushed, but a dazed smile tugged at his lips.

“Wow,” he said after a moment, his voice hoarse. “I love when a woman takes control.”

You smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. “Good,” you replied, sliding off of him carefully and lying beside him.

His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close as the two of you basked in the aftermath, the weird tension finally giving way to a strange sense of peace?

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mandy-yeager · 8 months ago

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─FLUORESCENT ADOLESCENT

YOU KNOW HOW hormonal teenagers are. Especially the boys. They'll want to fuck anything; even their own sisters.

cw. megumi x reader , incest , porn with plot , reader described with small chest , brief mentions of drinking/smoking , Toji is referred to as dad/daddy (nonsexual) , light exhibitionism , dead dove

an. hi guys!! thank you!! for!! 600+ followers!!!!! i lowkey accidently edged you guys at the end srry in advance i didn't have motivation to write out a full smut scene and i hope theres no typos in this bc ill cry if i see it too late... happy reading ^u^ ^_<

There's a lot of things Megumi can't do when Toji's around. Shower for too long and use up all the hot water, sneak his beers. Get handsy with his sister.

But he seems to do the last one all the time, whether his dad is home or not.

Toji is always too loud watching baseball or horse racing on the TV to hear the noises you make when your brother tries to shove his fingers up your virgin ass for the second time. You chickened out the first because you heard the front door open, your dad coming home for the first time in weeks.

Thought he was going to walk in on the two of you. Ask how your day was, what you've been up to. Something along the lines of what a normal dad would do. All he ever does is mope around. She's dead and you're all grown up.

But Megumi likes to humor you, Let's do it under the covers then.

Especially when you're so irrational, Wanna feel good, right? He won't hear a thing by the time I get my fingers in.

Sometimes he's too passed out drunk to see the bedroom door open with Megumi's hands groping your breasts. They're too small to be properly fondled, but he's always liked girls with small tits.

You've shared a room since forever. There's only two, one for you and Megumi, and one for your parents. But daddy spends most of the nights on the couch, never makes it a step past the living room.

It probably wasn't the best idea. Megumi started touching you all inappropriately at night, your stuffed dolls from family friend facing away when he fingers you, fucks you, kisses you.

You know how hormonal teenagers are. Especially the boys. They'll want to fuck anything; even their own sisters.

Your brother liked to kiss you a lot when you were younger. Regardless of where you were, who you were with. Simple, fleeting kisses on the lips. Your mom and dad would do it all the time.

Grown ups would fawn over how cute you were as children. How well you two got along. How they wished their children were as well behaved as you two were.

It's not all weird for their age. Shiu said it's just what kids do, kids are parrots, not that he has any. But'chya better teach ‘em it's not normal, or you’re gonna have inbred grandbabies. He says it with a quirked lip, chuckling, and a cigarette in between his fingers.

Your dad, unfazed, gnawed on his own, the sliding door open, summer on your face. Puppy stickers trailing up on the glass that don't make it past the handle.

On a good day, Toji's got a Playboy magazine in one hand, a cold bottle in the other. C'mere, boy. He likes to call Megumi from your room to taunt him. Don't she look just like your sister? Flat out drunk. Well, with that rack, it's more like your ma. See, now this one's more like your sister. Isn't that funny?

He tears out the page, careful to not cut through the model's hips, and tosses it in Megumi's direction. His eyes never leaving the magazine. Not even when he takes a swig of the bottle.

Don't fucking talk about your daughter like that. The hell's wrong with you? Megumi says it partially under his breath. And he says it like he isn't hard in front of his dad, like it's not because of the thought of his sister.

His face twitches with mock disgust. It's as if he isn't folding the page and slipping it into his pocket when he heads back to your shared room.

It all went through one ear and out the other—television static. Toji doesn't look up, doesn't notice Megumi leave. The daggers stabbed into his hollow head. The hard on his son’s got at the mention of his sister. He never notices anything at all.

And it's whatever. You're waiting for him. You want to show him the new panties you bought when you were out with your girlfriends, the money courtesy of your brother. Not in exchange for sex, of course. He loves you more than to treat you like a prostitue. Plus, you'd do it for free, so that makes you a good sister slut.

Megumi doesn't like his new part time all too much. ‘Part time’ means being away from you, leaving you alone. Government code to keep families apart. Buy whatever you like. You're a people pleaser.

Your dad babies you a lot. He still doesn't understand how teenagers work. Coddles you to death like you're still five when his breath smells like spearmint.

It's about the same for Megumi, that kiddy treatment. Still offers runs out to the nearby store to buy ice cream, loitering for the air conditioning on days when cold baths with you aren't enough to kill the heat. Sticking their faces in freezers, your mom twirling you in circles. Letting you go like a wind up doll, spinning and spinning ‘till the world was dizzy.

You inherited her smile, her upturned eyes when you laughed.

And you hate the way Toji let himself go. The person he became. The safety, the warmth. Detached too early from nurturing. Spiraling all the way down from the tree, the nest.

You, me, your sister. Like we used to.

He never got his ass off the couch. Not for those recreational things at least. Everyone knows that, but Toji still tries.

Not to say that Megumi isn't a fan of tradition. Cold baths with you, having you warm his dick while he washes your hair with strawberry, 3-in-1 kid shampoo. Sucking your little tits and biting down on your tender neck. Rubbing your needy clit in circles, your hips bucking, water sloshing. Suds popping and flying in the air. Soapy residue clinging to tile walls.

Your dad doesn't question why you still do it together when you're in your teenage years, or how you two should have outgrown baths already. It's a win-win situation.

He never has a reason to leave; no wife to nag him about remembering to buy fabric softener at the store with the groceries because he forgot the last time. It's not that important, only sissies need soft clothes to survive.

When he does leave, it's for days on end. And you never really notice when he does until you’re on your way out the door to school in the early morning, and there's no one on the couch, not a note on the counter.

When you were a kid, you used to imagine what death was like. They say death is hardest on the living, but you werent old enough to remember your mother, the funeral. Just the one memory you jogged your mind for at night, when you were cold and no one was home yet. Your dad would tell you how much you looked like her, so you'd stare in the mirror at night, trying to remember her face.

And with experience, you think that it goes something like this: Watching the soul drain with grief, sorrow and self pity. Seeing the living corpse rot until you familiarize yourself with the body on the couch and the smell of death. Until it disintegrates to pieces, and you don't remember seeing it ever happen.

Tugging at the hem of your uniform shirt, slipping on your shoes and leaning on the door handle you’d drill holes into the Toji-shaped spot and the door is quietly shut behind you, your brother still asleep.

He's gotten into the college near home and has been taking on more night shifts. Most of his classes start in the afternoon and you miss walking with him to school.

Megumi's the one paying attention to you more, and even extra attention on nights when dad isn't home and he's back from work.

You can be as loud as you need to be, fuck as much as you want. You've grown to be one spoiled girl, that's for sure.

Toji saw him feeling you up once in the kitchen when he went to grab leftover takeout from the fridge. You thought he wasn't home. Turned out he hadn't left the house since yesterday, passed out in his room. Still smelled like a bar, nicotine, and a skank.

You think it's the first time he actually slept there since, well, you know.

The hell you kids doing. It wasn't a question. He said it with a yawn, with glaring indifference in the base of his tone. Megumi ignored the way his shoulders were slumped over. How he rested his weight on the fridge handle.

And you could act like it didn't happen, like your older brother wasn't pressing up against your backside, trying to stick his junk inside of you.

Nothing, daddy. It's all in your imagination. Just playing. You've just been watching too many pornos. By the way, are you hungover? Your breath reeks of cumsluts and prostitute whores.

Megumi finds that Toji tends to only register the sound of your voice rather than your words. He'd gotten pretty good at that thing with your mother. When you hit puberty, you started to sound like her.

And it's easy for Toji to turn a blind eye. To forget and be at ease. Megumi could really just have continued to go and fuck you right there over the kitchen counter. You're real good at quick and dirty. There’d be the high pitch of your moans and Toji could care less.

It's what happens when you have a dead mom, a college roommate of a dad, and a touchy brother for a family.

Shiu managed to lure Toji out of the house tonight with the promise of girls and booze. Like a dog hearing the words ‘park’ and ‘treat’. Pathetic, is what it is.

You’re wrapping your hand around your older brother’s cock. Pressing your cheek against his thigh. Pleading eyes staring up at him because you’re unsure of how to start. Red knees on scratchy hardwood floor. It's been a while since you had time for foreplay more than kissing and fingering.

“Suck it like a popsicle. Careful with your teeth,” He says in a low voice. “Yeah, exactly like that.”

You've always been a quick learner. Daddy doesn’t know that. Grey rings on unopened report cards turned coasters.

But your brother sure does. He likes to encourage your learning with a hand tangled into your hair. And he’s not all too strict of a teacher, relenting in his grasp when you dig your nails into the side of his legs. Pulling off with saliva dripping down your chin. Lips pouty and shredded like paper, your jaw aching. Thighs rubbing together, always desperate for something more.

Megumi lifts you up onto his lap so that you're straddling him, and taking the initiative, you throw your arms around his neck—pressing your bodies together, grinding down on him and zealously chasing after his lips.

You love like it's second nature.

Intimately to the ideal of union. Crossing lines just to hear the way they snap, it's more satisfying from the other side. In privileged rebellion; the temptation that comes with this taboo of want.

He can taste himself on you, with notes of sugar from home baked cookies and cheap frosting on your tongue.

Megumi has to force you still, his hands squeezing tight around your waist.

Petulant like a child, a whine leaves your mouth at the halt of friction. He manhandles your position so that your back is resting on his chest. Legs dangling off the edge of the bed, kicking and making a soft thumping noise against its side.

Lifting up the hem of your shirt, his shirt that you’re wearing, reveals nothing but white panties soaked wet from the way your brother nips at your bottom lip when you kiss, from humping him, the way he loves you, too.

He shoves your panties to the side, smearing your slick all over your cunt with his fingers, onto your clit. He rubs light circles, eliciting breathy moans from you before abruptly stopping to pull your underwear down the rest of the way, letting it fall carelessly to the floor.

Resting his chin on your shoulder and marking the dip between your neck and shoulder with red indents of his teeth, the sting of his canines, he slips his middle finger into your cunt. The ring, to stretch you out. Then the index, to see how much you can take.

Facing the open door, no one's on the couch while your big brothers got a hand between your thighs. The other sliding under your shirt, agonizingly slow up your chest in a way that sends shivers up your spine, translating into hunger for your brain.

You don't wear bras at home, but you enjoy wearing frilly, lacy ones. Little white bows on the center of your chest. Dolly and cute to the point it was sexy, but not overly so. In blue and pink pastels bordering white.

Megumi was always poked fun at for hanging out with you during lunch and breaks in middle school. Always badgered by his rag-tag group of friends.

C’mon, Fushiguro. Hang out with us. Just for today at least. That pink haired one was always so whiny. Cute, maybe, but whiny. Or what about after school? You always go straight home. He got on your nerves. You hated him.

Only sister fuckers hang out with them at school. The brunette was fairly pretty. Skinny legs, good tits. Glossy lips when she said her snide remarks. You always had this fear that Megumi would leave you for her. Irrational, did he mention? You shot her a glare, green eyed monster, and hated her too.

You’d ask Megumi to follow you to the girls bathroom after lunch. Undoing the buttons of your blazer. The first, second, third one of your dress shirt—flashing starstruck eyes with a new bra. Arms pushing your breasts together, offering him a sweet smile. Lustful persuasion.

Then you would leave him for class and he'd have to jerk off to get rid of his boner. In a stall over the toilet, quick so no one hears him. Grinding his teeth together, biting down on his lip, chewing the side of his mouth to muffle the noise until it all hurt.

You’ve always liked to rile him up. To leave him high and dry, no hand holding on the way home, then give him all of you the second you step into the door without so much as a glance to see if anyone's in the house.

You like to tease him, even whenever Toji is near.

Simulating the tent in his pants with your feet under the table while daddy is smoking with Shiu.

Staring at your brother from across with a glint of mischief in your eyes.

Waiting for his cool composure to break until he’s got only two options: Bend you over the table and fuck you right then and there, or play his little sister’s game, her rules. Puppy dog eyed, exhibitionist freak.

Your hips continuously grind up to meet his knuckles. Clutching his wrist, whispering as he curiously stops his attack on your neck, “More. Want more,” and you hold your breath.

You feel him smile on your skin. Without a word, he flips you onto the mattress, and knows exactly what you want, exactly what you need by the way you hook your legs over his back, locking your ankles together. Pulling him in closer. Effectively caging him in. The world can't have him. You've claimed your stake on him a long time ago.

And the words that leave your mouth feel nothing but natural. Your voice is airy, breathy. This insatiable desire tugs harshly at your heart.

Your lips purse together for a moment, just a single moment before the words seamlessly roll off your tongue.

“I love you," like you were born to do.

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mandy-yeager · 11 months ago

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I loved it, do more like this

If you say so.

Step brother toshi x reader

Step icest, somno, drugging breeding kink, yandere vibes

Continuar lendo

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mandy-yeager · 1 year ago

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What about Inumaki's sweet little sister who's never experienced an orgasm? 🥺

tw: hard incest, reassurance, corruption, dacryphilia, soft!inumaki

+ note: i'm not rlly good at writing nonverbal characters so i'm not sure how good this will be but LETS GIVE IT A GO

"niichan," you said his name so sweetly, making his heart flutter in his chest. your eyes were bright as you stared up at him, confessing in pure embarrassment about how you've been feeling...needy.

you tell him all about the way you'd soak your pretty panties, resorting to stuffing your hand down them in the middle of the night, touching your folds the way the internet and your friends advised you to do, but the feeling was so overwhelming and you could never be pushed off of that proverbial edge.

you were near tears by the end, tugging at his shirt. his heart hammers so loudly in his chest that he's sure you can hear it.

if he were a stronger man he could say no, pat you on the head reassuringly and tell you it's not right, when you ask him if he can help you.

but he isnt a stronger man.

because within minutes youre stripped bare on his bed, in the warm little apartment the two of you have shared since you graduated highschool, legs spread as you share a kiss. his hands are so soft and warm, familiar as he touches you, shushing you at the soft sounds you let out.

you grip his pillow, body tense as he lays himself between your legs. he thinks you look so pretty, he can't resist pressing his lips against your forehead.

"niichan..." you whisper, "please, i-it hurts again."

he nods, using one hand to undo the button of his jeans, reaching his hand inside to pull his cock free. he could nearly die when he watches the way your little cunt clenches and gushes at the sight of him.

"so pretty, niichan," you gasp, making him smile.

you think all of him is pretty though, the markings on his face only serving to make him more attractive. the fact you don't get to see half of his face most of the time only means it's an extra treat to be able to see it.

the way you squeal when he slides the tip of his cock through your folds makes him groan alongside you. your hands fly up to grip his biceps, rocking your hips against him to get more of that delicious feeling.

he's shocked at how wet you are, how responsive you are. he imagines you're pent up from the orgasms you've no doubt been denying yourself when you play with yourself.

but he'll get you there, he sits up to grip the underside of your thighs, holding you open as he rocks his hips slowly. the underside of his cock splits your folds open, sliding over your little clit and making you tremble at the feeling.

"niichan!" you gasp, "'s so good! pleasepleaseplease!"

"shhh," he coos, stroking his thumb over your soft skin.

he'll get you there, he repeats to himself.

"oh! niichan! i-i feel it!" you gasp, blinding reaching forward. he smiles, moving his hands to rest against the bed, letting you cling to his arms and holding him close. you babble mindlessly, telling him about how you feel, "it's too much!" you sob, "please, wait, niichan! i-it's too much!"

you're right there, he can feel your cunt throbbing against the underside of his cock. why would you want him to stop? this is what you want, you asked him to make you cum!

so he shakes his head and you sob, slapping your hands against his shoulders but it does nothing to even slow him down. tears fall down your cheeks as you beg him, babble mindlessly about how you always stop right about here - so you're scared, before you're suddenly falling over the edge.

he wants to laugh - quickly realizing you no doubt could have been ruining your own orgasms. he can't help but think that it is the cutest thing he's ever heard.

his dumb little baby sister, who is creaming against his cock, couldn't even figure out how to make herself cum. he sighs and leans down, pressing his lips against your forehead.

you sob, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold him against you, crying into his neck. your cunt continues to gush and throb in the aftermath of your orgasm and he can't resists a few more thrusts against your sensitive slit.

you sob even harder from the overstimulation - the painful sensitivity making your entire body twitch and spasm until he moans, spilling his own cum against your stomach.

then you both fall still and he continues to press gentle kisses all over your skin until you're settled down again 💞

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mandy-yeager · 1 year ago

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GAICHE ADLAI X READER PLSSS IM BEGGING (and reader is jealous of grey bc I am) if you don’t want to you don’t have to but please do any setting where you can write best!

I haven't had any luck with writing for months now but I absolutely love Gauche and really want to try writing for him because there is not enough of him out there

I am also currently rewatching Black Clover so it's perfect timing

Your just as important as Marie

Gauche Adlai x Fem!BlackBullsReader

Summary: You decide to go shopping alone instead of waiting for him but you run into him in town with gray

Warning: Fluff, Slight angst?, Cursing, Jealousy, Gauche might be a little out of character

Word count: 800+

It's been a few hours since you've seen Gauche. You heard something about him helping Gray with her shyness.

It upset you a little because he's been spending a lot of time with her lately and you found a nice new shop in the capital that has really good toys and treats for kids, so you were hoping to go shopping with him for Marie.

You wander out into the main area of the Black Bulls base hoping they would be back by now.

You take a look around and notice almost everyone is out on missions or is training.

You let out a loud sigh "Guess I'll just have to go shopping by myself then" You say as you grab your broom and head for the capital.

You arrive and you keep flying over the buildings to try to find the shop you found not too long ago when you hear a familiar voice.

You fly down to the street you hear the voice and jump off your broom to get a better look at the loud yelling that you seem to recognize somewhere.

You walk closer to see Marie standing In the street. You turn your head to see Gauche with a nose bleed screaming that he loved her and running toward her to hug her.

You stood there smiling at him because that's just like him, Until he's right in front of her and she transforms back into gray.

Your heart stops as you see Gauche and gray standing incredibly close to each other and him complaining that she changed back.

You start to feel really insecure by watching this so you walk forward to interrupt them.

"There you are Gauche, I've waiting to see you all day" You say with a hint of sadness in your voice as you approach them.

"Oh, hello dear. What are you doing here" Gauche asks when he turns and sees you there. Gray immediately panicked and tried to hide herself.

"There was a new shop i found a while ago that would have nice things for Marie, and since you weren't back yet i was going to go by myself" you say nervously while playing with you're fingers.

"New things for my beautiful angel, I will gladly come with you" Gauche states as his nose starts bleeding at the thought of new gifts for Marie. "I'll have to help you later gray, my darling Marie needs some gifts"

You smile at him as you start walking in the direction of the store. "It's a little ways down this street"

He runs up besides you and starts talking about what he could get for Marie from this shop. "Will i be able to get my angel some new dresses, Or maybe some new dolls that she can play with"

You just hum and nod along with what he's saying, fully focused on what you saw with him and gray just a minute ago.

He kept rambling until he realized you weren't responding and helping him think of what to get her. He stop talking and looked down and seen the sad expression you had on your face. "Is something bothering you" He blurts out.

You stop walking and look up at him. "It's nothing, don't worry about it" You wave it off putting on a smile.

He stops to stand in front of you too see you better. "Don't say that, it makes me what to know more.

You look up at him and then look back down at the ground. "It's just.." You trail off for a second, then take a deep breath deciding to just rip off the band-aid and just ask. "Do you have feelings for gray" You quickly say without looking at him.

At first he gets angry at the fact that you think he would like somebody else, then he realizes that your worrying about this a lot. He lets out a breath to calm down so he doesn't say anything mean and make this worse.

He puts a hand on your cheek to make you look up at him. "Gray is just a colleague and that is all she will ever be. Next to my darliing angel Marie you're the most important person in my life" He pauses and looks at you for a second.

"Actually, Your just as important as Marie is too me"

You look at him with pure shock as you eyes start to water. "You really mean that?"

"I do, I love you y/n" He say with a smile on his face.

Tears start streaming down your face as you hear the words you never though he'd say to you. "I love you too" You happily say smiling back at him.

He uses his thumbs to wipe the tears away as he leans down to leave a gentle kiss on your lips.

After he pulls away you looks at you with a slight nose bleed. "now lets go to that new shop so i can spend all my money on my sweet angel"

"Sounds good" You say as you grab his hand and lead his down the street to the shop.

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mandy-yeager · 1 year ago

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Asta can’t help it when you are all horny and needy for him. Asta swiftly overpowers you after a moment, only breaking away to relish in your words. His growls, His finger dipping into your hole. He starts with one finger first, easing past his knuckle. “Good girl, you always knew how to take your daddy's fingers”.

You let out a gasp as he over powers you, his soft growls made your heart skip a beat but soon you were moaning softly. Feeling his one finger enter you. “Mhm always have to take daddy’s fingers like a good girl”.

Asta smiles feeling proud that he's the one to reduce you to such a state so quickly. He gets you used to his finger first, entering slowly to begin the stretch. He's very attentive to your moans and your pretty pussy that's already making quite a mess. Soon he's entering another, his thick second finger adding to the stretch of your cunt. He curls them, immediately aiming for that soft gummy spot that has you clamping down on him. “Look at you sweetheart. You've been so needy for daddy for quite awhile haven't you?”

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mandy-yeager · 1 year ago

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Please make another chapter

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑰𝒔 𝑴𝒚 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒙 𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: "𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒊-𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚." ... "𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚." 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝑰𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒐-𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏 - 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅, 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌, 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕

𝑨/𝑵: 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 @kuroosbby001 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒀𝒐𝒖. 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒐3 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑰𝒇 𝑶𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝑯𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕, 𝑰𝒇 𝑶𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝑰 𝑾𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚. 𝑰𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝑨𝑶3.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓

𝑵𝒂𝒗𝒊: 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒘𝒐, 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆✯

𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖'𝒔 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝑷𝒆𝒏✯

𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚

“Y/N, did you know that there’s a special way to make a boy happy,” Nobara said as she wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You watched as she puckered up her pink glossy lips as she waited for you to answer.

“Nande?” you asked in a small voice. She giggled as she stood up from her seat and went over to Yuuji and Megumi. You sighed, thinking that she was about to kiss either of them, which wasn’t anything known to you because she was the one who told you that it was ok if you kissed a boy that you liked on his lips. But what she did took you by surprise. The moment you saw the pleats of her plaid grey skirt rise above her hips and her white cotton underwear was now in full view, your jaw quickly hung open and you sat there staring dumbfounded, while Megumi and Yuuji's cheeks blushed pink.

Nobara chuckled when she turned around and saw you staring in shock. She fixed her skirt down on her legs, straightening the pleats in the process then she spoke. “See, it made them happy.”

You swallowed thickly, still in shock and disbelief, but you were able to snap back into reality, tongue-twisting in your mouth, ready and waiting to scold Nobara for her indecent act.

“You’re not supposed to do that Nono,” you said to her and she scoffed. “That’s wrong.”

“Is it?” she asked while raising a thin brow at you. “But that's what makes boys happy. You should do it to the boy that you like Y/N. He would like it. I mean our parents do it all the time,” (which was true because you saw on multiple occasions where your mom showed Gojo’s dad her underwear.

You sighed in defeat. You knew that arguing with Nobara wasn’t an option at that point. The eleven-year-old girl does as she pleases, whenever she wants or where she wants. You sighed heavily because Nobara wasn’t a bad friend, but that doesn’t mean that she’s a good influencer either. It would be best if you keep a girl like her at arm's length.

But you, you weren’t so lucky. You were too gullible, easy to manipulate and befriend, even though you were a bit cunning yourself, but still you were too easy to fool. So she befriends you, influencing you to do perverted things that you know would probably get you in trouble. But on the safe side, you did those perverted things to your brother Gojo.

Anyways, she sometimes even used you to her benefit, (and to be fair, you did the same,) but still, Nobara wasn’t a bad friend, but she wasn't a very influential person.

And you can freely say this because she’s the reason why you asked your brother such a question at a time like this.

“Do you want to see my panties?”

There was a brief moment of silence for a while until he realized what you just had said to him. He laid there and stared at you, his mouth slightly parted and his brow raised slightly. He had no idea if heard you correctly or was it just his imagination. But, oh no, you did… you did say it and he was at a loss for words.

You saw the shocked expression on his face before he could hide it. His cheeks blushed pink as he turned his head away from you and covered his eyes with his hands. You tilt your head to the side, your lip folding between your teeth as you wait for him to give you the go-ahead.

“Imouto-chan, you… you can’t ask me stuff like that,” he uttered under his breath as he tried to calm his beating heart. What was this? He asked himself. Why is my heart racing so much? Don’t tell me, am I embarrassed over something so silly? Why are my cheeks hurting so much? Oh no, Snap out of it Satoru. You can’t have these thoughts, she’s your sister, Baka - he scolded himself as his nails crawled at his chest.

Oblivious to what was happening before you, you went on to ask him, “Why not?” A sudden gasp escaped his lips, cheeks burning even more as you tried to argue your next point, “It’s just panties. You’ve seen…” but the moment he turned to face you and you saw how pink his face was, you swallowed the remaining of your sentences.

He took a deep breath. “What do you mean why not?” he yelled which made you pout your lips a bit. Your brother never once raised his voice at you, he told you that you were perfect to be shouted at, but here was doing what he said that he wouldn’t do. He took notice of this and quickly caught himself before he shouted at you again. “You’re my sister, that's why you can’t ask me such questions.”

You frowned this time, your tiny hands folding over each other as you raised your voice at him this time. “And so, what does that have to do with anything? You’re a boy, aren’t you? Boys like to see stuff like that. It makes them happy, so why can’t I show you mine?”

Gojo’s speech silenced itself in reverence to your words, to whatever light that shined upon your perverted idea. If this is dumbfounding, then he had found himself quite stupid by comparison and he was eager to find out why you have such a thought in your eleven-year-old mind.

“Why can’t I show you mine, Onii-chan?” you asked him yet again.

He shook his head. “Where did you get that idea from? Who said that to you?” he asked you.

“Answer my question first,” you demanded but he shook his head no, before pulling your hands away from your chest and resting them against his own.

“I won’t answer any more of your questions until you answer mine,” he said to you and you huffed. You tried to pull away from him, but he only held you tighter while raising a brow at you, waiting for your response.

You sighed heavily and swallowed the thick lump in your throat. The palms of your hand began to grow hot, your cheeks started to burn as you slowly opened up your lips to answer his question. “My friend.”

“What friend?” he asked.

“Nobara Ku- Kugisaki,” you stuttered. Gojo watched as you took another deep breath before you started speaking again. “She said that boys like to look at girls' underwear and she sometimes shows her panties to Yuuji and Megumi.” His eyes widened at this and he was quick to let go of one of your hands to grab hold of your chin and turned your head to look at him. “Onii, onii-chan?”

“Did you show them yours? Did you?” his words sounded rushed as he stared at you. His expression now changed from embarrassed, to serious real quick.

You shook your head no quickly in his hold before voice, “No, Onii-chan.” And Gojo sighed in relief. “I want you to see them first.”

“Nani?”

“I want to show them to you first. I want to make you happy onii-chan,” you whispered.

His eyes closed for a brief moment as he took a deep breath. “Imouto-chan, how about you don’t show anyone your panties, and that includes me,” he softly whispered to you as he stroked your chubby cheek.

“Nande?” you ask him yet again.

“Because,” he answered. He already told his reason, no need to repeat himself. You're his sister, and he had already crossed one line with you, no need to cross another. He valued your innocence more than anything. You don’t need to show him your underwear to make him feel happy, just having you there in his arms, eating cookies, kissing his forehead, and watching cartoons were enough. And he’d hope that you would understand that.

He hoped.

But to his dismay, he heard a scream that sounded like it came from deep within that forces its way out of your mouth, it is as if your soul has released a demon. This anger that suddenly appeared out of nowhere, this anger that you feel from being denied of something you wanted to do just for your brother was suddenly unleashed and now out in the soundproof wall of your brother’s room.

As young as you were, you were beginning to grow tired of hearing that one excuse that he always used against you whenever you wanted to do something more than just a peck on the lips or a hug around the waist with him. You were frustrated at this point and you needed answers, you need to know why he was adamant about treating you like this. “Why onii-chan? Nande?”

His eyes burning with annoyance. However, he quickly covered those emotions with a soft sigh then he answered, “Imouto! I told you once before, didn't I? You’re my…”

“What? You’re sister? And what does that have to do with anything?” You asked him with tears welling up in your eyes. Gojo’s jaws visibly clenched before your eyes, and his stare also hardened as he watched your every move. But you could care less about his cold expression at the current moment. “It's not fair onii-chan.”

“Fair? Do you even know what you're asking of me? Do you know how wrong this is?” he asked you.

“It’s not wrong, onii-chan. If my mom and your dad do it then we can…”

“No Imouto we can’t,” he argued and you once again screamed. Your scream was a pain in the air, writ large for anyone to hear if they just happen to be passing by his room. God, if you were anyone else he would have probably shut you up with his fist, sending your mind into a spasm of desperation until the inevitable shut down response.

But you weren't someone else, you were his cute and precious Imouto-chan.

He groaned heavily and quickly squeezed your jaw with one hand while the other went wrapped around your wrists. “Enough of this Imouto-chan.”

And as soon as he spoke your name tears started to roll down your cheeks. Tears are like a window to the broken heart. He made you cry your eyes out for a bit, your tears wetting the palm of his hand as he waited for you to calm down.

A few minutes had passed and your cries were reduced to short sniffs and whimpers.“You said I was perfect onii-chan, you said that I’m a princess. And you also said that I can do or have anything that I want. I want to show you my underwear and you won’t let me. Why onii-chan? Why? Don’t you care about me?”

Gojo’s eyes softened and the holding he had on your jaw was released. He then pressed a small kiss to your forehead then he whispered. “I do care about you Imouto-chan.”

“Then why, why won't you let me make you feel happy. If my mother can make your dad happy then I want to make my onii-chan happy too.”

He sighed yet again as he brought his hand to wipe away the tears on your tear-stained cheeks. “You don’t need to show me your panties to make me happy, Imouto-chan. Just being here with me is enough.”

“It’s not enough Onii-chan. I want to make you happier. Please Onii-chan, let me show it to you,” you whispered while giving him those doll eyes that you usually use to persuade him whenever you want something from him. You slowly began to crawl onto his lap while pulling your hands from his hold and slowly wrapping them around his neck. You rested your head on his shoulder and whispered, “Please onii-chan. I promise it’ll make you happier.”

His eyes closed as he took a deep breath. He was at a loss for words now. What was he to say to you now? He tried scolding you, but it didn't work. He tried to explain how inappropriate this was, but you wouldn’t listen to a word he said. What was he supposed to do now? Give in? He sighed heavily because he knew that he was not supposed to. He can’t give in. He knew deep down how unbefitting this was. He just can’t even though his heart was racing a million and one miles, he can’t. He’s your big brother after all. But then…

He felt it when you pulled your head away from his neck to look into his eyes, then slowly pressed a kiss to his lips, then your fingers went to play with his hair. And just from this, he knew that you knew that once you start to butter him up, showering him with just a bit of your affection, his resistance will crumble. The delicate touches of your fingertips in his hair started to do your bidding. Then you’ll try your hardest to distract him, all his previous thoughts stopped in their tracks. And now it was only you, and your one wish, the one thing that you desire.

“Just a peek onii-chan,” you whispered.

He sighed softly when you ran your fingers through his hair yet again and then you placed a kiss on his cheek. He could feel it, all his resistance to you and your perverted thoughts crumbling. He almost gave in, just a moment away from telling you yes.

But then…

“You should head to your room Y/N.”

You pulled your hands and face away from him, quickly hopping out of his lap while you stared at him in shock. “Na - Nani?”

“It’s past your bedtime. You have school in the morning head to bed,” he ordered as he turned over on his side with his back facing you.

Your brain stuttered for a moment as your eyes took in the sight of unblemished skin on his back, every part of you went on pause while your thoughts tried to catch up. And after a few moments, you just realized that your brother had rejected you once again. Your eyes once again filled themselves with tears as you reached over to touch his arm, only for him to shake you off.

“Go to your room Y/N.”

“But onii-chan, please I just… I just want to make you happy,” you stuttered as you tried touching him again. “Onii-chan please.”

“Y/N, if you want to make me happy then get rid of that perverted thought of yours and go to your room. Go to sleep,” he mumbled once again while shaking your arm away from him.

You burst into more tears as you slowly inch your way off his bed. You kicked his bed frame before making your way towards his door. “I should have never brought you those stupid cookies, Satoru,” you shouted as opened his door and he only sighed in response to that. “You don’t care about me onii-chan, because if you did then you would allow me to make you happy.”

He sighed yet again with his back still turned to you. He wanted to reply, he wanted to assure you that he does care for you, but if he did so then that means that he’ll give in to you for sure, and he didn’t want that.

“If you don’t want me to make you happy, then I’ll make someone else happy,” and with that said you walked out of his room and slammed his door shut. And then you ran to your room crying. If your brother won’t give in to you like this, then you’d make him give in to you another way. You’ll make him understand that there was nothing wrong with what you’re trying to do for him. You may be young, as in really young, but you aren’t stupid. You’re going to make him accept what you want to do for him without any complaints, after all, he was your sweet prince onii-chan and you were his perfect little imouto-chan.

Meanwhile, Gojo sighed heavily as he slowly rolled over onto his back and stared up into his ceiling. His cheek was still burning from your attempts to persuade him. He had to sit you down and talk to you about this tomorrow after school. He need to ask you what you meant by making someone else happy. And he also needs to tell you to stay away from that female friend of yours. Nobara Kugisaki was not a good influence on his sister and he doesn’t want anyone that isn’t influential around him, his perfect little sister.

But until then, he got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to take another shower to calm down his heart.

𝑻𝒐 𝑩𝒆 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅 -

𝑵𝒆𝒙𝒕 ~ 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆

𝑼𝒑𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘❤︎

𝑰 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒔, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔. 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒏. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎.

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mandy-yeager · 1 year ago

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A Date.

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Read at your own risk.

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basic explanation: You are his wife from my previous post. Married for five years, had sex with him already (read my previous post). Let's say that, it is the next day after that night. I won't say anything else, it is just a date and you may be given some surprises. (don't expect too much)

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While you were relaxing in the steamy bathtub, having your hair wrapped in warm towel. Akutagawa wasn't home at that time, he is a mafioso, plus workaholic after all. Of course, he spent most of his time working and he didn't like it when you tried to convince him to take a rest as he thought that it gets in his way. He run away from when you nagged him about it sometimes, even neglected his own health condition. Marrying Akutagawa is not easy at all, that is what you thought.

You sighed heavily to yourself as you think of your beloved husband, finding yourself feeling concerned about him although he is 'strong'. All of the sudden, you heard your phone short notification popped up which means you received a message. You dried your hands using a nearby towel and picked your phone that was beside you, you saw that Akutagawa has sent you a text. He rarely text you first so you could not help but opened your Line.

Akutagawa:

"Meet me at Chinatown, around 4PM."

After you read his message, you felt somewhat weird out about the way he just straight up telling you to meet up when he just can go home. Maybe it was an emergency after all, but why at such a overrated place?

This is Yokohama, Chinatown. [If I'm not wrong]

You checked what's time is it in your phone, it was 1:34P.M. You felt relieved that you have a lot of time to get ready, you stood up out of your bathtub and drained the warm water before you dry yourself using your clean towel. You wrapped your towel around your body and walked out of the bathroom.

#TIMESKIP

You arrived in front of the entrance of Chinatown, it was less crowded than it usually do but there are few foreigners enjoying their time together. You felt a hand touched your shoulder, it was Akutagawa. He was wearing frameless dark glasses, zipped up black coat that cover his neck and black trousers. He crossed his arms as you turned around to see him with that soft smile of yours.

He looked at you with that usually expressionless of his for few seconds, he began to walk into the entrance with you just following him around. You two didn't say any words and you are used to it, Akutagawa only communicate when he wants or needs. You couldn't help but curious since he didn't tell you anything else other than just meet him at a specific place.

"Ryuu, why did you told me to meet you here?" you asked with a soft tone.

"A date." he replied with simple words yet easy to understand.

He looked straight ahead as he was walking with you while you were staring at him. It took you few seconds to react, you just nodded and looked straight ahead. At outside you seemed normal but in the inside, you were blushing really hard as you did not expect this since Akutagawa looked like a person to not have a thought of spending quality time.

You looked at his hand, having a desire to hold it when walking. You decided to just hug his entire arm, he didn't react to it but just put his hands into his pockets then just looked around while walking. The Chinatown have a lot of Chinese restaurants and street foods stall.

The scents of those foods filling your nostrils made you hungry. You tucked Akutagawa's sleeve as you looked up at him.

"Ryuu, I'm hungry. Can we eat at that cafè?" you asked as you pointed at the nearby chinese restaurant that looked fascinating to you.

Akutagawa nodded as a response and walked into that cafè.

You both took your seats beside the window, the female waiter immediately placed two menus on the table before she walk away to serve other customers. After you two finished ordering, you looked at Akutagawa who was sitting across you. Akutagawa was also looking at you and he crossed his arms. You reached out both of your hands across the table towards him while smiling.

"Hey.. I want to hold your hands. Can I?" you smiled excitedly as you asked.

"No.." Akutagawa replied straightforwardly, he felt shy about displaying affection in public although his cold expression shows the opposite.

It hurts slightly but that's okay, as long as he felt comfortable. Few minutes later, your and his foods arrived and got placed on the table carefully. You ordered icy sweet green tea with soup dumplings while he ordered warm oolong tea and soup dumplings.

After meal, he paid for the foods and left the cafè with you. You hugged his arm and rubbed your cheek against his shoulder, he felt shy about it but let it slide.

Time Forward

You both spent quality time together in Chinatown, enjoying delicious street foods and even bought some manga you wanted [ofc using his money]. At home, he took off his coat and hung it on the coat hangers then took off his shoes. You immediately changed into more comfortable clothes; plain t-shirt and shorts. He took a seat on the couch and looked at you as you approached him.

"Thank you for today, the foods are delicious.. also the manga. Thank you for buying them for me." you thanked him with a big smiled then sat closely beside him on the couch.

He nodded in response.

After that, you stood up from the couch and switched off the lights in the living room then sat back closely next to him. You turned on the TV and watched J-drama that you haven't got the chance to continue. Akutagawa just sat beside you, he stared at the TV. He felt curious why you liked watching J-drama so he tried to watch it with you. After sometimes, an inappropriate scene showed up which caused Akutagawa to aroused as he imagined about doing it again with you. He took the remote control and turned the TV off, you looked at him with surprised expression.

"Why did you turned off the TV? I want to watch it.." you asked with a little upset tone.

"You can continue watching that in your phone." he said with cold tone before lean in and pinned you down on the couch.

"Ryuu.. I'm not in the mood for this..." you whispered with a nervous tone as you knew what he wanted now.

"Just a little make out session? No penetration." he asked politely yet bluntly.

You nodded slowly in response then wrapped your arms around his neck.

He leaned to press his lips gently onto your lips, he tilted his head slightly and closed his eyes. He began to rub his lips against yours, his hands grabbed your legs and separated them apart. He put himself in the gap of your legs and wrapped your legs around his waist. You can feel his hard penis inside of his trousers, it was pressing against your clit while he was kissing you.

He then pulled away slightly and lifted up your t-shirt upwards until your breasts exposed. He undone your bra and tossed it aside, he took a gentle bite of your left breast while his hand grabbing the other one. His hand continued to fondle your breast before he kiss you again. He pulled away slightly and kissed your cheek.

"I love you, do you love me back?" he whispered close into your earlobe with husky tone.

"I love you so much.." you replied with soft smiled.

Akutagawa smiled slightly before he kiss you again, he moved his tongue inside of your mouth this time. After several seconds, you pulled away and tried to catch your breath.

"Your breath is smelly, Ryuu.." you said half jokingly.

"Your breath smells like a corpse, now stop complaining." he replied bluntly then kissed your cheek.

You froze as you realized that you forgot to brush your teeth since yesterday's night. You stood up from the couch.

"Wait, I forgot to brush my teeth." you said before walking into the bathroom to brush your teeth.

Akutagawa sighed and walked into the bathroom with you, he also brushed his teeth as he didn't want to be the only one who have stinky breath.

After that, you both went into the bedroom. Akutagawa was no longer horny. You and him were cuddling under the blanket with air-conditioner on and lights were off. You felt something something your nipples, it is just your t-shirt since Akutagawa took off your bra earlier and it was left on the floor in the living room. You sighed as you thought about it and let it be there as you felt lazy. Akutagawa was staring at you, he looks pretty even at such an angle where you can see his mucus inside of his nostrils. You ignored it and closed your eyes then buried your face onto his shoulders.

Few moments later, you can feel Akutagawa grabbing your buttcheeks and even shoved his hands into your plain shorts. Then he rubbed your belly.

"What are you doing, Ryuu?" you asked with annoyed and tired tone.

"I can't sleep, I need these soft fats." he replied bluntly then grabbed one of your breasts.

"Alright, alright.. please be gentle with my breasts." you said in tired tone before you put your arm over his side and rested your cheek against his chest.

He nodded in response.

You sighed and closed your eyes, you and Akutagawa slowly fell asleep.

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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Shuntaro Chishiya X afab!Reader

Synopsis: As Shuntaro was studying late in the night, a certain person came in search of his help. And that person is none other than his sweet, little sister.

Word Count: 1,819

"Oniichan..."

A needy whimper filled the blonde man's ears, pausing his study to glance at the person who entered his room in the middle of the night. There, standing by the entrance was his beloved little sister. Her face was scrunched up in dissatisfaction, a frown settled on her lips and her eyebrows creased slightly.

Shuntaro turned his swivel chair to face her, dropping his reading glasses on the desk. "Come here."

Right away, the girl waddled to her older brother. As if on instinct, she climbed on top of him on the chair, legs on either side as she sat on his lap, facing him. The man's lips curved up, resting his hands on her hips while staring up at her.

"What's the matter, sweetie?" he cooed, leaning up to plant a short kiss on her lips. It wasn't long before another one followed it. He continued like this for a few more moments, relishing the feeling of his sister's soft skin under his touch as he kissed her.

Once she pulled away, he stared back at her with an expectant expression. She looked down at him, still pouting, but her eyes had softened from their initial irritation. "I'm wet and tingly."

"Is that so?" he hummed, the corner of his eyes crinkled up with amusement. "And what does this have anything to do with me?"

It took only a split second for Shuntaro to catch a glimpse of his sister's reddening cheeks. His expression shifted to be one of delight, and he let out a chuckle. With a swift movement, his fingers lifted the white nightdress that covered her lower half. And just like she said, her underwear was stained with wetness that can barely seen in the dim lighting of the room.

He chuckled again at the sight, letting his hand drift down her sides to rest on the exposed expanse of her stomach. She blushed harder, her eyes widening slightly when Shuntaro's hand trailed lower. Then, just as she had expected, his slender digits pressed against her core, feeling the wetness against the fabric.

"Onii...chan..." she mewled, instinctively pushing against his finger for more friction. That didn't stop his fingers from pressing even harder into the slick wetness between her legs, teasingly rubbing the tip of his index finger inside. She moaned softly, her eyes slipping shut. "Please..."

He smiled smugly at the sound of her beg, knowing full well that he could use that to get her going. When she started begging, it was hard not to comply; she was too beautiful to deny. So Shuntaro did exactly what she asked. Without warning, his fingers slid inside of her, his digit sliding against her slit.

She arched into his hand, a loud groan escaping her throat. Shuntaro couldn't resist the urge to add another finger inside, now massaging the already wet place that made her squirm beneath his fingers.

"Does this feel good to you?" he whispered, moving his hand away from her core to cup her chin. "Are you excited?"

His question seemed to answer her need to climax and she nodded enthusiastically, opening her mouth to let out a high-pitched moan as his fingers slipped deeper. Shuntaro smirked at the sight, his tongue darting out to lick his lips slowly. He leaned forward, capturing her lips with his, letting her taste herself on his tongue. He loved the way she tasted — salty and sweet.

After several minutes of making out with his sister, he broke away. She looked like she was about ready to burst; her breathing was ragged and her eyes were glazed over with lustful desire. Her skin flushed red from her arousal and Shuntaro knew that there would be bruises in the morning. The thought gave him an evil pleasure.

"Good," he murmured in approval, stroking her cheeks. She smiled sleepily at him, leaning her head on his shoulder. "You want more, don't you? How about giving your Oniichan a midnight snack before I indulge myself fully? I need a break from studies, after all."

Regaining her energy, the girl nodded excitedly and jumped off him. She went straight to his bed and prepared pillows. Then, she settled by the edge of the bed, her nightgown hiked up until her bare breast and she removed her wet undergarment, leaving nothing but her pink, fluffy, folds waiting to be devoured. Shuntaro watched fondly as the girl spread her legs open wider, baring her smooth inner thighs to his hungry gaze.

"Such a beautiful thing for me," he marveled, walking closer to inspect her cunt. The traces of slickness left behind on her inner thigh caused a delicious shiver to run through his body, one that made his cock twitch with longing for his little sister to be pleasured.

He knelt in front of her core, inhaling the sweet scent coming from it as his hands caressed her silky soft skin. He leaned forward, kissed her swollen clit, and licked the rim of her vagina before licking his lips clean. He closed his eyes and savored her sweetness, humming contently.

Shuntaro opened his mouth to swallow down the small piece of flesh in his mouth, biting lightly to tease her. He then gently sucked the sensitive area, making sure to leave enough saliva and juices on the surface. The girl bit her lip, allowing him to consume her. She let out a low moan, which spurred Shuntaro to continue.

He continued to play with her until she reached her peak, and then Shuntaro moved on to her clit. This time, he flicked his tongue around her sensitive clit, teasing the tight bud repeatedly until it became so sensitive that it throbbed in response. At some point, Shuntaro's tongue also traveled between her labia and rubbed the swollen flesh in circles, causing her to bite down on her lower lip in pleasure.

"O-oniichan! Gonna cum!" she mewled, arching her back in pure pleasure. Her orgasm came almost immediately, and he grinned.

"Did I please you, precious?" he asked, pulling back slightly and licking the juices coating her rim with satisfaction.

"Mhm," she managed to nod despite heavy breaths, her glazed-over hues still fixated on her older brother's movements.

"I think it's time for the main course."

Shuntaro smirked, his eyes narrowing while he made quick movements to remove his loose pants and underwear. His younger sister watched as his dick was released from its confines and the tip of it glistened in anticipation. She bit her lip, her gaze following the erection, the head glistening in the dim light.

A blush formed on her cheeks as Shuntaro approached her, bending down slightly so that their faces were level. Inhaling deeply, he brushed her lips with his own and began kissing her hungrily, thrusting his tongue deep into her moist mouth to make up for the lack of a proper kiss earlier.

He pushed himself into her slowly, savoring the feel of her warmth. Wanton moans escaped his sister's precious lips, which he devoured with his needy kiss. He kept his rhythm slow as he pumped himself inside his sister, the sounds of their panting filling his dark room. Their tongues danced together feverishly in a sensual dance; soon their breathing grew heavy, but they ignored any discomfort they may have felt at that moment in time.

"So...tight... So...warm... So perfect..." he pulled away for a breather from their passionate kiss, his hips keeping a steady rhythm.

Squelches from their lovemaking reverberated around the room, and the pleasure was building rapidly. The way his dick stretched her insides, the way he fucked her with such force and urgency, Shuntaro had never done something like this with anyone else but always had the best sex with his sister. His cock hardened further and his face scrunched up in pleasure. The longer he buried himself inside of his sister, the faster and deeper he thrust into her, increasing his pace each time.

His fingers curled around her breast and squeezed, bringing forth a soft cry from his sister. He continued to pump his member deep inside of her, the feeling of his hot girth stretching her insides causing her muscles to tighten around him.

Shuntaro continued to fuck her, his mouth moving from her breasts to nip the curve of her neck as his finger worked her nipples while the other one held her hip steady. Her moans turned into whimpers as her fingers gripped the sheets tightly, her nails digging into them. The smell of the sweat clinging to the sheets mingling with the lingering smell of her arousal filled the air.

"C'mere, baby," he ushered, his lips finding their way back to hers. They locked into another steamy make-out session, the older Chishiya gobbling the younger's cries of pleasure, their saliva dripping down their chin.

Soon Shuntaro found a good rhythm, slamming into her and continuing to drive himself home without breaking their kiss. He couldn't help but smirk proudly at the noises she uttered—how she completely melted in his arms and clutched his shoulders desperately, how she cried out when her orgasm hit her, the fact that she couldn't control herself and her voice grew louder.

As he reached his peak, Shuntaro stilled inside her, his cum shooting out rope after rope inside her warm womb. His hand pressed against her lower abdomen as he then rolled his hips to ride out the afterglow, leaving his sister gasping for air at the overstimulation and pleasure.

"A-ah! Oniichan! No more!" she begged, her entire body spasming. But her words came out a little muffled, as she struggled to breathe.

Chuckling softly, he took his hand from her stomach and cupped her cheek, his thumb rubbing her cheekbone tenderly. Shuntaro then bent down and kissed her on the forehead tenderly. Despite wanting to have another round, the blonde man heeded his sister's words. After all, he still needed to resume his studies and the girl needed to return to sleep this late at night.

"Did you enjoy it, sweetheart? That helped with your problem, right?" he cooed softly, pulling out his cock from her wet entrance and watching as the mixture of their cum pooled out beneath her. Shuntaro smirked as he glanced at the stain.

"Mhm..." she breathed dreamily, her eyes fluttering shut as he wiped the sticky liquid from her inner walls. Once again, she laid herself on the pillows, resting comfortably and closing her eyes. "Thank you...Oniichan... Love you..."

"Rest now, my little sister. I love you too," he whispered tenderly, pressing his lips against her temple in an affectionate manner. He gazed lovingly at her before cleaning her up and tucking her in his bed for the night.

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mandy-yeager · 1 year ago

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Ur fav guy fucking his mom pls pls

౨ৎ ⋆ take it, mommy ! ꨄ shidou ryusei ꒰ DARK CONTENT ꒱

sypnosis: grimy shidou fuckin' his mommy :(

content warnings 𝜚 𓈒 1.4k words ꒱ ince$t, yandere themes, pwop, tons of kissing, groping, no prep, creampie, whiny needy ryu, name usage including . . mommy, mama

“ryusei ! get off me!”

“no.. i love you, love y’so much mommy. missed you soo much.” he purrs against your warm skin. his heavy body lays atop of you, keeping you still below him as he grabs at your face and pressing sloppy kisses anywhere he deems possible; like a bunny in heat.

“n-not now, ryusei, mommy’s got things to do, okay?”

“y’really can’t spend some quality time with your son?” he pouts, a sight you’re never used to seeing. it makes your heart ache, and you sigh.

“b-but, i have to cook—“

“i can help you with that later, ‘kay? jus’ miss you mama, don’t leave me.”

you shrivel under his touch, finding it hard to respond with anything other than your usual ‘yes, of course i won’t .’ he attempts to read into your expression, looking for any sign of reassurance. he sighs with relief when you smile, burying himself in the crook of your collarbone when you run a hand through the soft of his fluffy hair. because he knows, knows that you’ve fallen into his trap once again.

. . ♡

ryusei only loves you. maybe it’s the fact that you’re the only one out of thousands of individuals that he’s ever met, that has shown him unconditional love. spending the last 20 years of your life grooming him, nurturing him, regardless of anything that has happened within the span of his fucked up life, he’s never found another like his own mother.

he can’t help but love you more than a son should love his mother, clinging onto you at any moment given possible when he isn’t out solely to play soccer for his profession.

the brat almost always gets into dangerous situations after a bad game, rushing home to find comfort in his mothers presence, as well as in her sloppy cunt. you attempt to scold him, but everything simply goes in one ear and out the next when he’s desperate for some lovin’ from his mother.

“i know.. i know already, okay? jus’ missed you so much. couldn’t wait to come home..” he mumbles, pressing his hot lips against yours. it’s overwhelming, his soft hands roaming your body and groping the flesh of your tits from under your shirt, the soft fat of them falling in between his fingers. “really just missed you s’much mama. forgive me, ‘kay?”

how heartless would you be if you didn’t ?

♡ . .

“w’na make you feel good. can i , mommy ? please ? w’na have you so bad.” he whines, fingers tugging at your shirt, quickly pulling them above your tits causing you to squeal. he wastes no time listening to your complaints, whining about how he’s too crude, and how he needs to be patient, instead he quickly latches onto your swollen bud. his strained cock unwittingly humps into the sheets, the wet sticky patch that leaks from his cock head dirtying his boxers.

ones you’d have to wash later, and look back on the ‘guilt‘ of your two’s doings.

he’s messy, and his spit coats not only your puffy areola but the fat of your tit. he gropes at your tit simultaneously, causing you to arch your back away from the rough sensation.

“r-ryusei hnn— too rough.”

“sorryyy. . didn’t mean t’mommy.” he mumbles, catching your lips in a heated kiss.

meanwhile, his hand travels below, pulling himself out of the confinement of his boxers. he sighs into your mouth out of relief, the warmth of his shaft unintentionally rubbing against your naked thigh. it makes you whine, squeezing your eyes tight.

“ryusei..” you mumble into the kiss , catching his attention. “you’re such a good boy f’mommy baby.” you coo with a light smile. his gaze softens, an ill-intentioned grin that spreads across his face. he yearns for your free hand, intertwining his bigger fingers with yours.

“can i fuck you now ? please, can’t wait anymore. it hurts , mommy.” he whines, leading your gaze down below where he fervidly attempts to rub out the ache in his cock. it’s a sight you’ve seen many times before, but one that you’re never able to get used to.

he’s heavy, and thick, the rotund tip leaking of creamy pre. his balls swell with need, desperate for any sort of release. he’s thickest around the middle, veins bulging across the entirety of his fat shaft. you find yourself salivating at the sight, quickly tidying your appearance before he has time to make fun of your expression.

“such a pretty sight, baby.” you coo, hoisting yourself onto your forearms to press a soft kiss against his cheek.

“t-thank you, mommy.” he mumbles, a light blush of pink painting over his cheeks. he’s unable to look into you, embarrassed, but doesn’t waste time to press a kiss on the tip of your nose to show his appreciation.

he rubs the swollen head against the pudgy slit of your cunt waiting for approval, shivering when he feels his pre mix into the slick of your arousal. his grip on your hand grows tighter, attempting to press further into your silky cunt.

“mommy, please—“

“mhm, be good for mommy, okay? go ahead, p-put it in, ryusei.”

you find yourself barely able to breathe throughout the the desperation, watching as his pupils grow into large black voids, shaped into hearts.

he wastes no time, quickly guiding his cock into the depths of your cunt. the arousal caused upon his teasing causes a slip, his creamy head accidently nudging over your puffy clit, making you jolt against him. he mumbles out insincere apologies, head empty other than the thought of getting in his mother’s cunt.

he nearly cums when he successfully fucks into you, your tight walls pulsating and gripping around him like no other. you squeal at the stretch, free hand coming up to push at his chest in an attempt to slow his movements.

“wait— ryu !”

“mommy,” he whines, on the brink of tears. if his eyes hadn’t been rolled back into his fucking skull, you’d very obviously see tears beading in the socket of his rosy irises.

“r-ryu,” you cry. “feels s’ good. y-you’re making mommy feel so good..”

his chest swells with pride, yearning to hear more of your honey-like praises.

he humps into you lazily, his breaths heavy and to be heard from rooms away. minimal sweat beads across the crown of his forehead, his gaze pacing back and forth from your frenzied state to down below where you two connect.

your cunt accommodates his girth perfectly, fat folds stretching to painful limits just enough to fit his cock. every thrust leaves a coat of pearlescent cream around him forming a ring, slow dribbles of cum spilling down and coating the tight rim below.

“l-love you, only you, love your pussy s’much, i— thankyouthankyouthank—“ his rambles are stopped by a kiss, but to no avail as he continues chanting against your lips. his hands rub up on every inch of your skin desperately, roughly fondling your messy tits, eager to feel more.

“wan’ you to cum, please, cum ‘round me mama. please—“ he mumbles meekly into your neck, bodies held together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

his thrusts become heavy and sloppy, leaving no room for you to squirm away as he holds tight. “hnn— r-ryu, it hurts— think ‘m g-gonna cum,” you cry, shimmery tears dragging along your dewy cheek. red painful streaks paint the back of the football player, but he pays no mind.

“cum, mommy, cum on it.” he moans breathlessly.

you’d never miss a chance to. your cunt convulses around him violently, pushing him over the edge at the given moment. creamy cum coats the insides, painting your walls white as his fat load seems to be never ending, filling your little cunt to the brim.

“ryusei, t-too much! wait !”

“take i-it, pleasee hnn—, just be still and take it f’me—“

he holds you tight, hindering your attempt to scramble away from the feeling, being sure you feel every inch, every drop of his heavy load.

he withdraws his limp cock from you unwillingly, whining at the sensitivity when your cunt clenches around his swelled tip.

he light smile spreads across his lips as he watches his load leak out of you involuntarily, painting the sheets white. he does nothing to prevent the mess, simply watching from afar dreaming of doing it again.

“love you, mommy.” he speaks quietly, gently grabbing your face on both sides to pucker your swollen lips before pressing a heavy kiss. he adores your fucked out expression, barely awoke but still conscious enough to shoot him a smile, and a honeyed, “i love you too, ryusei. ♡”

“goodnight, mommy. sleep tight. ♡”

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mandy-yeager · 1 year ago

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hii!! i just read your jjk fics/drabbles and im literally in lovee ❤️_❤️ i was wondering if you could write barou or ryusei from bl with a crybaby/bratty virgin sister .. and they non con her into behaving !!

I LOVE Barou and as badly as I want to write him one day, I'm picking Ryusei this time. I feel like Barou drinks his respects women juice so I can't imagine him doing this 😭😭 Ryusei however...

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, noncon, reader is drunk, step/incest (not specified), praise, petnames (baby), readers pussy described as chubby :3, fingering, clit rubbing, vaginal sex, creampie.

words: 1.1k

“Who are you trying to impress?” Ryusei asks, looking you up and down as you prepare to leave your bedroom. Your friend is waiting for you, she’s taking you to meet up with your other friends so you can go and see a movie together. You tell him as much, though he looks at you sceptically.

You aren’t about to tell him there might be guys there, too.

“Change your skirt.” he commands, tugging it down. He’s a little taken aback when he feels you slap his hand away. He doesn’t comment on it though. “I don’t like this, either.” he tells you as he tugs at your tube top.

“Why not? It’s cute!” you tell him, moving away from him to check yourself out in the mirror again. It’s simple, white, with a pair of cherries embroidered in the centre.

“I can see your nipples.” he informs you, tugging it down until your tits bounce free.

“Hey!” you yelp, pulling it back up and protecting your modesty once again. You flush with heat, feeling nothing but shame and embarrassment knowing that your brother has now seen you, however briefly, in such an indecent state.

“Why are you being shy, now?” he asks. “I can still see ‘em poking through. Y’don’t care about guys seeing you like this?” he wonders. And you shake your head. “Get changed.”

“No!” you argue. “Leave me alone, my friends’re waiting for me!”

You barge by him and rush out of your room. He doesn’t get a chance to argue with you anymore before you’ve already ran down the stairs and out of the door to the safety of your friends car. He watches the two of you drive away, a glimmer of malice in his eye.

When you return home late, and drunk, he can’t say he’s surprised. He knew you were downplaying what your plans actually were. Getting hammered under the guise of a movie. Maybe the day started that way, maybe you didn’t know what was going to follow afterwards.

But he knew you’d be home late, especially in a little outfit like that.

“Who did you fuck?” he asks, coldly, switching on the pink, fuzzy lamp on your side table like a camp supervillain. It scares you, so much so that you jump at the sound of his voice booming throughout the room. Your heart is too busy pounding to notice how hard he’s trying to conceal the smirk on his face.

“Move, Ryu.” you groan, pushing him on your bed so that you can get under the duvet beside him. “’m drunk ‘n tired.”

He grabs the lower half of your face and forces you to look at him. Your heart beats rapidly as you see anger flame behind pretty pink hues. You’ve never seen him like this before. Not with you, anyway.

“I asked you a question.” he reminds you, his forehead presses against yours as he waits for you to answer. You aren’t sure what he wants you to say. You didn’t fuck anyone. But you worry he’ll take your answer as nought but a lie.

“R-Ryusei…” you whimper. “’m a virgin.” you confess, that very same feeling of humiliation washing over you that you had felt earlier in the day. You aren’t sure why your virgin status makes you feel so ashamed. Maybe because you know you’re the only one of your friends who hasn’t done it yet. Maybe it’s because you know Ryusei fucks a lot, you’ve met countless one night stands he’s brought home after hours that you can’t help but feel sorry for.

Instead of ridiculing you, though, he groans in satisfaction. His eyes roll back into his head as your words replay in your head.

“Good girl,” he praises you. Your eyes widen as he captures your lips with his own and he kisses you deeply. “You’re still mine.”

“W-What…” you trip over your words. “What are you doing?”

“Baby, today was too close a call,” he whispers, kissing you again. “Almost lost you today ‘cause you wouldn’t fucking listen to me.” he continues, his hand travels down your sternum and cups your chubby cunt. Delight fills him as he feels how divinely sticky your panties are.

He moves them aside, wasting no time plunging his fingers into your tight heat. You hiss, you sob as you feel his thick, heavy fingers stretch your virgin hole open for the first time.

“Ryu, s-stop!” you cry, “You’re my brother! ‘n it h-hurts…” you whimper, but he doesn’t care.

You wince as he continues pummelling his fingers into your aching hole, slow and deep. His. He watches you throw your head back in ecstasy as he stimulates your clit with his thumb. He feels him self growing harder and harder, watching you wrestle with the guilt of enjoying the touch of your big brother.

“Ryusei, p-please, stop…” you beg, but he won’t listen.

“You don’t mean that.” he tells you. He’s your big brother, he knows best. And better still, he knows what he wants. How can he expect you to behave and listen to him if he stops now. He pulls his hand away from your slippery flesh, tasting them briefly before shoving his fingers into your mouth. You dare not argue as he looks at you with a determination you only see when you attend his football games. So you suck, beautifully. “Good girl… wanna know something?”

You nod, humming sweetly as you continue to suck and lick his fingers clean.

“Don’t care if it hurts… don’t care if you don’t want it.” he warns you, spreading your legs apart as he climbs in between them. He lines his cock up with your twitching hole, teasing your entrance with his tip. He pushes in and out, softly, barely pressing in at all before he finishes talking. “Your little cunt needs to know who she belongs too.”

And with that, he bullies his cock into you. All of the way to the hilt until he’s snuggled inside of your warm wet walls. He holds your face and doesn’t let you look away as he destroys your virgin cunt. His thick cock batters against your sweet spot repeatedly and he can’t allow you to look away from what he’s doing to you.

Despite your whining, despite your protests.

He wants to see how your face contorts as you’re despoiled by your big brother.

You hate how he rubs your clit so exquisitely, so celestially, while he jackhammers his length into you. He cums with a strained moan and you hate that he somehow forces you to do the same.

Your once pure slot now wholly impure, stained with your elder brother’s sperm as he ejaculates rope after rope into your tremoring walls. And despite being so rough, so uncaring, he gifts you with a romantic, soft kiss.

“Don’t defy me again,” he warns you. “You’re not a virgin anymore, I’ll be rougher with you next time.”

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mandy-yeager · 1 year ago

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Y'all are dirty dirty w all these incest requests 😣 (I love em keep sending more)

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mandy-yeager · 1 year ago

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BSD Men Stepcest Headcannons <3

Warnings: Stepcest, nsfw, this is just generally immoral don't do this, reader has gn pronouns but female anatomy, bondage, noncon + dubcon, for akutagawa it's incest, kinda self inserted in Ranpo's 🥱

Characters: Ranpo, & Akutagawa

A/N: I've wanted to write this for so long but never had that patience to sit down and write so many characters, finally doing it thoughhh,

Ryūnosuke Akutagawa (incest)

- you're his adorable little sibling!! How cute!!

- On the outside, it appears he doesn't like you much, never wanting to converse, touch you, or even be near you

- But when you two are home alone.. it's very different

- He'll pull you onto his lap despite your playful resistance, claiming it's just to keep you safe from any enemies

- You know he's just making up excuses, but who cares? You get to feel your hot older brother getting hard under you.

- He'll rest his hands on your shoulders and his face in your neck as you cook, resisting the urge to bite and lick and kiss and suck.

- When he eventually does start to do all these things, you can't help but tease him for his ' brotherly ' love .

- Slowly rocks your hips back and forth while you're sitting on his lap, so little movement it would barely be noticeable, but you felt it, and you know he knew what he was doing, and you loved it.

You wake up to dark, tight tendrils around all your limbs, spreading your legs open and keeping your hands above your head, the cold air conditioning hits your cold pussy and makes you whimper, squirming around. This is something that you had to deal with quite often, and if you'd ever confront him about it, he'd deny it, look at you disgusted and say you had a wet dream, even though you both know what happened had been very real.

All your squirming earned you was a 'tsk, tsk..' and a small slap on your bare thigh. You slowly open your eyes, looking at your older brother standing in front of you. "R-ryūnosuke- why always while I'm sleeping..? Let me rest.." you whine.

"Shut up and let me enjoy my meal." He grumbles, positioning himself between your legs, you feel his tongue press against you and you arch your back, a moan falling from your soft lips.. this was going to be another long night.

Edogawa Ranpo (Stepcest)

( im so bad at writing ranpo please forgive me )

- His mother and your father had married recently..

- You did not like him, one bit. He was creepy! You're freshly eighteen and he's twenty six.. yet he's still so touchy.

- He would grab your hands and your shoulders, tilt your chin up to look at him, put a hand on your bare thigh, etc

- your father claimed "Its just brotherly love! You can ignore it."

- But what you couldn't ignore was the growing arousal in your core everytime he touched you. You thought you were keeping it a pretty good secret from your parents.. but..

- Ranpo had always been, really, really, smart, you weren't sure where he worked but you knew it must have been something to do with his intelligence.

- You knew he knew. And you hated it, you hated seeing his stupid smirk or his shit eating grin everytime you'd excuse yourself to the bathroom to go plunge your fingers deep into your pussy and pretend it was his dick.

You were in your room, getting dressed, face to the wall when you heard him. "Hey, sugar." You can't see him, but you know damn well he has that stupid smile on his face.

"Adults are gone for the night. Nobody has to know!" He smiles, gripping your wrists in his hands and shoving them away from your chest, against the wall. "*You're* an adult!" You groan, embarrassed at having your chest exposed to someone so... So..

"Get out, Ranpo. I'm changing." You say through gritted teeth, trying so hard not to rub your thighs together at the thought of him seeing you completely naked. "Oh please, don't act like you don't want me here." He laughs, walking towards you and spinning you around so he can see your bare chest. You immediately gasp and cross your arms over your chest. "Ranpo! Get out..!" You whine, taking a step back and bumping into your wall, standing on your bra and shirt that sat on the floor.

You gasp at the sudden feeling of his mouth touching your nipple, he looks up at you with that stupid smirk on his face before giving it another kitten lick. "So are you." He grins.

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