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daddy doesn't share - stepdad!toji x fem!reader [drabble]

a/n: i literally think about... stepdad toji once a day

cw: 18+ content, stepcest, daddy kink, possessive toji, p in v, hair pulling, creampie, cheating(he's married to reader's mom), implied murder threat(not reader)

Toji wasn't meant to be home for another few hours - with your mom out with friends, you thought you'd easily be able to sneak your boyfriend into your room and have some fun with him. You'd clearly been having too much fun, 'cause you don't even hear the footsteps leading up to your room or your door opening.

"Ay, you hungr-" The words get caught as soon as he takes in the sight in front of him. His stepdaughter on her bed with a boys hand halfway up her skirt. His grip on the door handle tightens enough that the wood it's attached to creaks in protest. You pull away from your boyfriend, but not quick enough.

"The fuck is this?" He hisses, his gaze flicking from you to your boyfriend. Toji's gaze is harsh and unyielding, and you're not surprised to see the way the guy shrinks back in fear at the look your stepdad gives him. "You got about three seconds to leave, kid, unless ya wanna end up on a missin' poster."

You're even less surprised to see the way he scurries off immediately. Toji doesn't even wait until he hears the front door shut before he's on you, pinning you down to the bed. He grips your wrist in one of his strong hands, the other gripping your face. He pushes down on your cheeks, causing them to squish together and make your lips pucker up.

"This how ya gonna act now, hmm? Knew you were a brat, but didn't take you to be a fuckin' slut." He growls, the corner of his lip curling as he looks down at you. You do your best to shake your head, but his hard with his grip on your face.

"No, dad, I'm not. Didn't mean to upset you." You tell him, voice muffled by how's he's got your lips all smooshed. Toji isn't stupid - he knows by 'didn't meant to upset him', you mean you didn't mean to be caught.

"You didn't? 'Cause daddy is real fuckin' mad at ya, babe. So you're gonna have to make it up to him, y'hear?" He doesn't wait for any sort of response from you, but he uses his grip on your face to force you to nod, a huge grin spreading across his face at the sight.

"Atta girl," he murmurs, letting go of your face and giving you two light smacks to the cheek. "Now, you're gonna let me do what that boy was gonna do to ya, yeah? I don't wanna hear no bitchin' or whinin'. If you can spread your legs for him, you can spread 'em for daddy."

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"Fuck, baby. Cunt's even better than your mama's." He groans as he bottoms out in your tight walls in one thrust, his hips smacking against the fat of your ass. He's got one hand gripping onto your hair, his other hand gripping one of your hips to pull you back to meet his thrusts.

His cock is a bully, the girth of it splitting you open as he bumps into your cervix everytime he fucks into you. Every shift of his hips feels like it's punching the air out of you, his fist forcing your face against the pillow.

"Takin' me so well, princess. Knew you were a slut. Your mama cries like a fuckin' bitch if I try 'n fuck her right." He grunts out, pounding you against the mattress. Your pussy clenching around him, trying to suck him in everytime he pulls back.

"She don't even want me to leave... your cunt's just beggin' me to stuff 'er full." His words make you whine, your cunt clamping down on him as you feel the coil in your stomach snap, your pussy gushing slick all over him. His nails dig into your skin at the sight, a loud groan spilling past his lips. His thrusts grow sloppy as he chases his own release. His hips rut his cock into your sloppy hole until he shoots his load deep inside of you, his hips stuttering as he rides out his orgasm.

He lets out a shaky breath, his hand slowly loosening in your hair. He pulls away from you, his eyes flicking down to watch his cum leaking from you before he gathers it back up onto his fingers and pushes it back inside.

"Keep daddy right there, baby. Gonna fill you up a few more times before mama gets home." He coos, using his other hand to give your ass a little smack. He pulls his hands away, watching your fucked out face with satisfaction.

"Oh, and darlin'? Next boy you bring home is gonna end up buried in the yard. Daddy doesn't like sharin'."

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Nanami being obsessed with feathering your face/body with kisses. When he gets home from work late he immediately makes his way to you, your body always on the couch(you fall asleep waiting up for him) and he scoops you up and kisses your head, your eyes, your cheeks.

He’s whispering how much he missed and thought about you throughout the day and even though you’re half asleep you still murmur replies back and he finds it absolutely adorable.

He places you in the bed before rushing to shower so he can put you right back in his arms and kiss your shoulders and hands and tummy and /feel/ you. He’s inhaling your scent and slowly lulling into slumber as his movements slow, “good night sweetheart” he mutters before tightening his hold and closing his eyes.

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Nanami showing his sadist side one day when he has you pressed into the sheets, ankles flat against your shoulders as he /slams/ into you. His eyes are dark and carnal as he swallows your moans with his mouth, greedily sucking at your swollen lips as his hips smack the back of your thighs.

He gets drunk off your cries, the fat tears falling from your eyes do something to him, he’s reaching down before he can stop himself and lashing harsh slaps at your clit. “Come on sweetheart just one more time, cream my cock one more time okay”. His words were encouraging but his eyes filled with something else, there’s a mean smirk on his face as if he’s enjoying your struggle but he’s still sweetly begging you to cum.

Another sob crawls at your throat when Nanami tugs your puffy clit and grinds his hips perfectly into your g spot, he’s reeling as you thrash and /shake/ under him. Eyes rolled and still babbling nonsense as you ride out your high, he’s still going as he realises how over sensitive you’d gotten. His rough pace not stopping as he leans down to taunt you again.

“One more time baby,,”

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(This one is kinda toxic toji lollll)

Also a bit of a spit kink

Toji’s kisses make you dizzy, and he knows no matter how mad you get at him all he has to do is grab you by the hair and slam your lips together and make your pretty little head forget.

Now is a good example, you two were having a squabble about his “work”, but you were trying to tell him that you were simply worried, not anything major like throwing a fit for him to give it up, but the guy wouldn’t listen and you were shoved against a wall mid rant feeling your pussy clench as his hand wrapped around your neck to kiss you.

You were being squished against his chest and it made you burn, his clothed cock was pressed just right between your legs and he began to hump against you.

“I love shutting you up like this” he murmurs, his lips brushing against yours as his tongue darts out to lick at your teeth, he smirks at you before adjusting his hand to your jaw to force your mouth open, you look up at him, doe eyed and obedient because you know what’s coming, the shudder that racks through you as he spits into your mouth pulls a groan from the older man.

He loves how stupid you get for him, loves the way you get drunk off his lips and cock and how he can always have his way with a simple kiss.

He fucks you right there, your pathetic whines always annoy him enough for him to give in and feed you his cock, but although he hasn’t admitted it yet your pussy drives his just as crazy, his brain gets just as jumbled when he tongues you down and his teeth clunk against your own with the force behind the kiss.

As soon as he’s inside your tight hole and your small arms wrap around his neck pulling his lips closer he’s gone, his hips moving on instinct as he ruts forward, your broken cries swallowed by his own groans as you both get lost in each other.

You squirt every time too, his cock filling you the right way and the tip reaching the right button to trigger the downpour making a mess of you both.

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//selfcest toji

Thinking about how Toji is so full of himself, he knows he’s a hot piece of ass and his god complex needs to be put down with a few horse tranquilisers, but something about the he admired his own physique, something about the way he took time out of his day to work out, care his body and still come home to make sure you were fed and ready for bed had you reeling.

You’d think he’d catch you staring but it’s different when he’s also admiring his artwork and when you came home to him jerking it in front of his bedroom mirror you knew it was way past the level of normality.

His eyes were lidded but stuck on his reflecting, chest bare and shiny with sweat as one hand played with a perked nipple and the other slicked up and down his shaft. Toji’s cock was angry and /leaking/, his short breaths sounded sinful as you watched him work himself up.

He hadn’t noticed you at his door and if he did he sure as hell didn’t care,moaning like a bitch in heat and rolling his hips into his fist with force. The room is consumed with his deep groans and the shuffling of your skirt to inch your way to the aching cunt between your legs.

Your eyes are glued to his perfect cock, mouth salivating as a fat dribble of pre trickles from the tip and creates more slick for the rough hand twisting and pulling at his shaft. He sounds so close to cuming, so desperate and whiny as he speeds up. Toji’s position leaves no room for imagination, his toned back flexing with each stroke and the mirror aiding with displaying his tits and abs. 

He gives the nipple between his fingers another pinch before he’s pulling away to grab his balls to tug, the sensation mixed with a few more flicks and he’s covering his reflection with spunk.

Thick ropes splatter across the surface and toji takes his time to pull his shaft back and forth to /drain/ his balls. His chest is frantic and puffed when he comes down from his high, eyes finally closing and a mean smirk etching its way to his lips.

“Enjoyed the show baby?”

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//angst, jjk, gojo and geto but it’s a horrible ending so read at your own risk lol

“suguru come help me with this” satoru was tangled up in Christmas lights, his body twitching from the itchy material on his exposed skin and his face sprouting a deep frown as he struggled.

“What have you gotten yourself into my love” Sugur’s voice never failed to strike his partner and have his heart hammering, a warm blush crawled up satoru’s face. He looked shyly at the floor before meeting his husband's eyes. “I was trying to woo you and decorate the tree all by myself”.

Suguru couldn't help but laugh and draw closer to the grown man covered in fluffy red streamers, “here” and with a few tugs satoru was free and bunched up in strong arms, his husband's hair tickling parts of his face as his neck was peppered with soft kisses.

“All better?” The question hangs in the air until satoru pulls away to dramatically swoon at suguru.

“My heroo, I dont what i'd be without you” and satoru moves in quickly to steal a kiss and giggle against his husband’s lips. Suguru breathes through his nose before resting his forehead against satoru’s.

“I love you” the words sweetly slip from satoru’s lips but there's no answer, the warm atmosphere is gone and there’s a heavy burn in his chest as he pulls away from the limp body coddled against him. Satoru gasps, his eyes wide before dimming as he remembers his reality. “oh” and before he can get too emotional he picks himself up and breathes, hands gripping his own arms as he shuts his eyes and calms his brain.

His eyes open, a disheveled megumi greeting him as his concerned voice filled the room. “was it another bad dream?” his question triggers a headache and gojo quickly tugs his lips into a smirk.

“Worried about me fushi” he teases, eyes still squeezed tight under his mask as he cooled his tone to speak. “pftt whatever, you were just making weird noises”.

Each word rings through the older man's ears, gojo dampened, his teeth clamping to hold back the bile in his throat.

“I’m fine, why are you listening to me sleep anyway, kinda creepy” and hes hoping megumi takes the bait and leaves him the fuck alone, but the conversation continued.

“I was making sure you didn't take too many-”

“Too many what!?” Gojo doesn’t mean to snap, he never does.

It gets quiet,

Gojo sighs, opens his mouth to apologize but megumi beats him to it, “I was the one that found you…I had to watch them haul your half dead body while shoko rushed around panicking and confused at 4 in the fucking morning, dont you care about what your doing to us” theres more silence but the tension in the air thickens, megumi cant control his breathing, feeling like he needs to keep screaming but knows its useless.

“it's just sleeping pills” and gojo’s voice is hollow as he still sprouts a painted look. It gets quite again, the air sticky and making them both itch. Megumi is tired, gojo is at his limit, which will always be ironic to him.

“Stop saying it like you didn't almost di-”

“It’s the only way I can see Sug-” and before he could unravel, another calloused palm tugs at the rope in his throat, he shuts his mouth. Megumi waits, his stare hopeful, but he knows better.

He leaves.

Gojo swallows hours later, finally feeling enough to will his body over to his nightstand, he pops the cap before grabbing a tablet to dry swallow. He curls into himself and shuts his eyes.

fin.

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KISSING YOU DURING SEX

synopsis: when your husband is fucking you in missionary and his best way to shower you with affection is through kisses.

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content warnings: nsfw (17+), fem!reader, missionary, unprotected sex, soft + gentle sex

NANAMI

His favorite position is missionary. It gives him endless benefits. Kissing your neck and leaving soft bruises onto your skin. He can watch your facial expressions and see the pleasure soak into your eyes as thrusts into your cunt. Lips tracing your cheeks, jaw, jawline, neck, sometimes your breasts as he holds your waist softly.

Yet he loves it the most when he kiss you and tangle his tongue with yours. Your moans is what he devours, your hands clasping onto his shoulders gently tugging at his blond strands that barely reach his nape.

His lips are soft, and warm, enticing, against your skin and for a second you forget everything but him. His cock is sloppily pounding into your pussy, and you do everything in your power to keep him in. Nails engraving into his skin as he leaves one last hickey onto your neck.

You squint your eyes, stars of pleasure is all you are able to see now. “F-Fuck Kento..” his body is pressed against yours tightly, your legs around his waist. When you pull him closer with your hands, he takes it as a desperate signal for a kiss and it’s what is given.

His lips pressing upon yours, both challenging for a minute but the feel of your pussy clenching on his cock, makes him surrender. He loves the hot breathe that enters his mouth with every moan you feed him.

Hand on the back of his neck, pushing him further onto your mouth, and your desperate needs for him makes him cum instantly. He usually always gives a warning but you took him off guard today.

He breaks the kiss, heavy breathing shared between the two of you, apologizing for the abrupt orgasm, noses brushed against one another. “Sorry baby.. just feel so good” but you don’t acknowledge his apology with nothing more but a kiss as you finish, his cock soaked in your slick.

GOJO

A messy kisser he is. He always does try and focus on keeping a consistent pace but when you both lock one another’s lips, he is immediately distracted and weakened. He has you up against the wall, which allows him to fuck you deeper like this. Your hands are gripping onto his forearms.

He never fails to leave and decorate your breasts and neck with hickies, teasing you for being so needy and yet he was constantly moaning at your name. Commenting how tight you were and that this sweet pussy was pulling him deeper.

“J-Just like that, fuck..” you whimper your moans are echoing through the hall and he peppers kisses all over your neck. Your skirt is pushed up and your shirt has been tossed to the floor for a while now.

“So damn tight..” and he grunts your name when he feels another clench. He’s finally finished finalizing the hickies on your breast and immediately gives your lips the same attention as you both share a heated steamy kiss. Both challenging and hungry for one another’s mouth.

His balls that smack against your folds, sloppy noises filling up the hall as you smother one another with each other’s lips. He seems hungry as if the universe has been starving him of you for eternity. You break the kiss to breathe, “I-I’m gonna cum..”

But he just smashes his lips against yours again, his sentence muffled when he says “make a mess” and you do exactly that. Squirting all over his cock at the same time he fills you up with his seed. Your chest heaving against his.

TOJI

One of his favorite positions was honestly fucking you from behind. But on mornings like these where he needs you close and needs to see your face so he can witness how good he makes you feel with his cock, he lets you ride him to help wake up. He keeps his arms around you so your body is still pressed against his, your ass shaking with every bounce you take on his cock.

You are moaning his name and incoherent words when he lightly taps your ass. His voice is groggy and husky as he praises you for taking him so well especially with how tight you are. He can’t help but reward you with a kiss of passion with his tongue dominating your lips and mouth, gently nibbling at your bottom lip.

“Just like that sweetheart” his hands run up and down your waist to your waist, spreading your cheeks a bit to get that sweet sound of your folds sucking him in. Your noses are brushed against one another and your eyes are basically shut due to the pleasure.

You just want to hide in his chest for eternity, but with the way he holds you, he wants your face right above his. Your whimper softly, still tired from waking up so early and is unable to process the amount of pleasure running though your body.

“S-Shit Toji” you moan a bit louder than before as he bucked his hips up, holding onto your waist and fucking you deeper. Faces so closed to one another it would be stupid of him if he didn’t steal a kiss.

So he pressed his mouth against yours, kissing you softly, despite fucking into you so deeply and he loves it when he can feel you moan his name throughout the kiss. You almost immediately collapse with how passionate and soft his kisses were, squirting almost immediately. His cock soaking in your orgasm, seconds before he stuffs you full with his warm seed that makes you collapse into his body, tired and sore.

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Okay so pinned

This might be a jjk account (I just wanna write about my seggsy beefy men and forget the anime)

I still know little about this app so bare w me,,also no minors this is a NSFW space…

That’s all folks

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Feeling very jjk ish and suddenly wanting to make this page about them.

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Is every day gonna be this crazy with you?

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I thought about them when I saw the scene XD

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can i request y/n’s reaction to toji going to jail? like was she there for the arrest.. how did toji break the news?

partial continuation to this ask !

a/n: his crime is finally revealed ! mwahaaha. if i printed out every comment asking me to assign him a crime to go along with his prison sentence i’d be able to cover the state of texas. probs my longest work! and this isn’t even that long so what does that say about me? (poor work ethic)

prison bf series linked here ! or, just search #prison bf!toji

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, lots of fighting, themes of incarceration

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“can i ask you something?” you mumble, rolling onto your stomach to address your boyfriend face to face.

toji pauses, then nods, blowing an acrid plume of smoke towards the ceiling before passing you the cigarette he had pinched between two fingers.

a buzzer sounds from the tv in front of you followed by a sea of excited cheers.

“fuck!” he curses. bringing his fist down on the mattress. “i have 6 grand on this fucking match.”

you wait for his hand to unclench before tapping him, reminding him of your inquiry.

“yeah— yeah. what’s up?” he mumbles, squeezing the fat of your arm affectionately. toji takes what’s left of the cigarette back from you, stubbing it out in the marble ashtray on his bedside table.

“you never told me what you do for work.” the implication hangs heavy in the air as you wait for him to explain, the last bits of smoke around the two of you begin to dissipate. you realize he’s gone rigid.

“business, lots of things.” he says curtly, fishing a pack of marlboro reds from the side hesitantly. you hate when he does this, keeping his hands occupied so he has an excuse to not speak to you.

“right, but like..” you start, growing frustrated. “what kind of business.”

“real estate… y’know.” he smacks the carton against the butt of his hand, then fishes out a stick.

“property management. investing and all that.” he sounds a little more confident this time, cupping a lighter to his mouth with a cough.

you tear yourself from his arms and sit up on the bed, eyes cast on his. you practically feel his stomach drop from how he looks at you, movements laced with caution and hesitance.

“put that out.” you tell him. “stop playing games with me.”

“what?” he laugh’s incredulously, still trying to maintain his confident facade.

“do you not think it’s fucking weird that i don’t know where all your money comes from? do you even pay for this fucking house?” your patience had officially run out, you were pissed.

“nonono— hey— hey c’mon.” toji grapples for your hands, quickly trying to calm you down.

“you don’t do fucking real estate, do you really think i’m that stupid?” your accusation renders him speechless for a moment as he thinks of what to say.

the older man’s expression twists as guilt starts to usher in. he extinguishes the roll-up in his hand, flicking it into the ash tray on your nightstand before reaching for you softly.

“baby..” he chuckles, snaking two palms around the curve of your waist. “don’t be like that.”

“i know it’s illegal. i know it is and i’m not even mad, toji. i’m not .. i just want to know.”

he sighs, running a hand down the side of his face.

“you think just because we eat good that i wouldn’t ask questions down the line? do you think i’m fucking stupid?”

“no.” he whines. “no, fuck. c’mon.” you smack his hands away as he reaches for you once more, tearing yourself off the bed and out into the hallway.

you hear your name boom behind you angrily as he calls out for you a final time. glass shatters against the ground as he mutters to himself, heavy footsteps pacing back and forth.

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you’re not unaware of toji’s presence as the older man stands in front of your curled up form on the couch. it’s dark, probably just after 3am. too dark to see his expression, though you know he’s frowning.

he lets out a quiet sound of realization as you turn over, rucking the blanket over your head to drown his presence out. the windows are open, you can feel the chill of the night breeze, even under your comforter.

“i can’t let you sleep here, pretty. that’s not right.”

you stay silent, holding your breath as you wait for him to either leave or fess up.

it’s quiet for a while. you slowly feel yourself being pulled into the precipice between sleep and awareness. an all-consuming warmth makes its home in your chest before you’re quickly struck back awake, heart jumpstarting at the sound of his voice.

“i invest in properties.” he whispers, kneeling beside you so you can hear him more clearly.

“i make investments in properties and then i let people store.. product there.” you know he isn’t lying to you this time. you feel it in his tone.

“product?” you grumble, your voice laced with sleep. you know exactly what he means, you just want to hear him say it.

“drugs, baby. warehouses.”

it’s quiet once more as you mull over what to say back. we’re you surprised? hardly. you knew what you were getting into as soon as you got involved with him. were you mad? well it was still hard to tell.

“ok.” you mumble curtly, throwing the covers towards your feet and stalking towards the master bedroom. you knew now, and that was that. you gathered there was no reason to keep fighting about it.

toji stands a little too quickly, watching your form disappear up the stairs.

“wait—” he starts, head spinning at your sudden acceptance. “wait really?”

“just come to bed.” you holler, sighing dryly to yourself at the sheer ridiculousness of it it all.

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toji had a plan in place even before you’d found out what kind of business he was running. if anything were to happen to him, there would be a fund stored overseas for you to dig into while he wasn’t there to put food on the table.

he’d thought of everything, put measures in place that normal people wouldn’t even think of before it was too late.

he had your shared house put under a family member’s name, hired private security to watch the perimeter of the house 24/7, urged you to use a fake ID in public to conceal your real name, and never ever took you to work meetings.

it just wasn’t enough.

it wasn’t enough to keep his phones from getting tapped. it wasn’t enough to stop an investigation from being launched, and it simply just wasn’t enough to keep him under the radar and out of a prison cell.

you wailed like a baby when the bailiffs snapped those silver cuffs on his arms and led him out of the court room, crumpling to the floor and babbling nonsense towards the judge’s podium like it would somehow change the course of what just happened.

7 years in a federal penitentiary. and that was nothing compared to the sentence they would’ve gave him if his men hadn’t taken half of the fall for him.

toji didn’t look at you.

he didn’t so much as spare you a glance as you sat there on the carpeted floor, screaming into your hands while the bailiffs tried to pick you up off of the floor.

he didn’t say anything to you as you kicked and scratched your way towards his lawyer, hurling expletives and threats to the one person who was tasked with maintaining his freedom.

he didn’t look because he couldn’t.

he couldn’t look at you, his sweet little girl. the girl he’s marry someday, the one he’d raise a family with. he couldn’t look at you because if he did he might risk breaking down right then and there.

he might risk grabbing you by the arm and booking it, going underground for the rest of your lives while his name slowly climbed up the nation’s most wanted list.

he could do it, without question. he’d be more cautious this time. but that just wouldn’t be fair to you. he was done roping you into his mess.

you were young, gorgeous, too good for all of that trouble. you’d worked all your life to get by until he met you, slowly letting down your walls, letting him spoil you like you’d always deserved. and what kind of man would he be if he took that away from you and forced the two of you into hiding?

toji felt himself crumble as reality began to sink in. his stomach dropped with each dreaded step towards his holding room. this was no joke. this was his fate and there was no getting out of it.

“wait.” he tells the bailiffs, whipping his head towards the direction of the courtroom in a panic. he wasn’t the boss anymore. these men didn’t answer to him.

“wait, fuck. wait!” he groans, barreling his way back down the hall. he needed to see you, needed to say goodbye. there’s no telling when they’d let you two visit or if you’d even be able to communicate. god, this was real.

god, he was a coward for giving you the silent treatment. he deserved prison just for that.

toji grunts as he’s tackled to the ground, gloved hands securing shackles on his ankles.

“get offa me. get off— fuck. i wanna see her.” he groans, thrashing as security circles his form. “nonono let me see her! fuck— fuck!”

all he can do is listen to you wail as he’s dragged down the hall, screaming out to you in hopes you hear him.

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Literally haven’t been here in 2 years !!?? Loll I guess I could upload my works here too

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Welcome to…

So you have entered ‘The Waiting Room.’ A section of Hotel Singularity that has yet to be displayed. Rooms not yet finished for our guests to enter and enjoy their paradise. However, rather than fully be denied of the adventure, residents can have a sneak peek of what’s to come.

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A/N: None of these are in chronological order. I don’t have an established method to releasing oneshots so any of these can come out whenever. I also didn’t include the red room oneshots but they are also on their way. ALSO, this list will always be added or changed. Whenever a new update occurs, it will become pinned 

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Breakthrough | KiriBaku x Reader

Pairing: Kirishima x Reader x Bakugou Warning: 18+, clearly. Threesome, doublepen., dirty talk. Word Count: 4.6k A/N: This is a collaboration pieced together from a very long and thirsty chat between @lady-bakuhoe​ and myself. Most importantly, I need it to be known that I wanted to name this fic “The One with the Drywall” but she wouldn’t let me. :( 

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The night was dark, and full of terrors.

Just kidding. It was full of Kirishima’s moans.

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Synopsis: If you have received this invitation, then we cordially invite you into The Red Room Society, 

An honorable social gathering for pro heroes made by a pro hero. No cameras to follow your every move, no citizens to gather your secrets and critique you as a person. Only fellow heroes whom share in the privacy and desires to unleash their most inner wants and needs. From the moment your feet enter the doorway and mask comes on, you are but a stranger in the midst, happily kept company by our most trained and delectable sweetheart who will provide for whatever it is you most hunger for.

May you enjoy the night of ecstasy and put up the hero name you oh-so worked for to be the beast/beastress that has slumbered within yourself.

Pairings: Various x Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: high-class smut, everyone is a pro-hero, sex club, no true plot whatsoever literally just smut (cannot stress this enough), the reader is a champ, same reader through each oneshot, more warnings depending on which pro-hero, aged up characters (for some)

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