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ok i think this one’s super hot! need need need big brother eren to do this to me.

stepbro somno! pt. 2 — eren

tw: somnophilia, noncon/dubcon, stepcest, choking, breeding mention

18+

step brother eren finding you passed out after touching yourself to sleep, all naked and soaking. ready for him to flip you over and slide his cock right into you with little to no resistance. it’s satisfying to your sleeping body that’s still so needy, because your stupidly small fingers never really could get the job done. but now you’re relaxing into taking something that was meant to make you cum, designed to keep you full and stuffed and bred. a long, thick cock curved specially to slot into you and nudge every sensitive part that makes you twitch and moan.

and it’s your fucking fault. what kind of slut falls asleep naked and compromised for her brother to find? he doesn’t mind if you wake up from his increasingly hard pounding into your soaked pussy. in fact, he’s happy when you do, because now you know the consequences of being such a stupid, slutty little sister. you’re still disoriented, not putting up much of a fight because ditzy, needy girls like you go fucking dumb on cock like his, already moaning and squeezing down on him as your legs shake. he pins your arms behind your back with one of his big hands to keep you from squirming too much, with the other wrapped firmly around your throat, threatening to put you right back to sleep if you put up so much as a fraction of resistance. but you don’t, because you’re already cumming from your mean older brother using you this way, satisfying your needs the way only a real thick, veiny big brother cock could.

his grip on your throat tightens enough to silence your cries almost completely, and you black out again just as soon as you feel his warm cum start to leak out against your cervix. it’s comforting, makes you feel all warm and full, and you’re out before you know it. he throws his head back when he feels you go limp again, moving his hands to your hips to hold them still as he ruts into you over and over. he savors the soft noises of your wet pussy sucking him in, milking his cock until his heavy balls are emptied. and he’s still hard when he’s finished, already trying to wake you up for round 2 because there’s nothing you can do to stop him and his little sister’s pussy just feels so good.

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weakened resolve - reiner

tw: stepcest, size, tummy bulge, needy little sis reader x hesitant big bro reiner, dubcon-ish

18+

thinking abt step brother reiner who has the fattest cock.

just 7 inches of girth with a pretty pink, leaky tip. your eyes roll back and your legs start to shake before he’s even finished stuffing it in. and he feels so bad when he sees tears gathering in your waterline as you bite your bottom lip to hold in a cry. he’s just too big. you’ve never been stretched like this. you can't do anything except take it, your walls tightening and squeezing around him as you try to adjust.

“fuck,” he grunts, and he’s lightheaded because you’re still squeezing rhythmically around him. he’s got you in your bedroom, held up against the wall with your legs hooked over his strong forearms. he’s so big, he’s got you so far off the floor, towers over you and makes you feel weightless. you’re dizzy as he pushes himself in to the hilt, leaky cockhead pushed right up against your cervix. “s-sorry, don’t cry, we can stop if you want.”

but even he knows that’s a lie. he couldn’t stop now even if he wanted to, even if you begged him to. your tight clutch has a death grip on him, it’s so warm, feels so good. and he’s been dreaming about this for as long as he can remember, no matter how much he denied it up to this point.

“no, no, don’t stop.” you whine, your hands tangling through his hair. he leans into your touch, his lips ghosting over yours, breathing in your scent. it’s wrong, it’s so wrong, but you've been begging for it for so long. you tempted and teased and tortured him for it, with soft kisses and lingering touches, flaunting your ass in front of him, touching yourself to the thought of him, moaning and whining his name through the thin wall that separates your rooms. it was agony.

“i love it— love you, love you so much.”

god, he knows. he knows you love him. he loves you, too, more than anything. definitely more than a big brother should love his little sister, but he can’t think about that right now.

he holds you tighter, his grip bruising as he pulls back and delivers another thrust that makes you cry. he knew you couldn’t take it, he tried telling you, but you got so cockhungry and stupid at the sight of his hard bulge through his sweatpants that his warnings meant nothing. so wet you left a damp spot where you humped him through your thin cotton panties like you were in heat, mewling and crying and promising it would just be this once, never again, just so he can relieve the emptiness. whining that you just can’t cum on your own— not that he needed you to tell him that. he’s heard you, crying late at night because your fingers just can’t get the job done. he’s fought the urge to creep into your room to help you so many times, instead fucking his cock into his fist at the sound of your broken moans and whimpers of his name. but he was in the same predicament. it just wasn’t enough, unsatisfying because it wasn’t you.

"i love you, too." he groans, pressing his forehead down to yours as he drives his hips forward again. you're impossibly tight, he knows it has to hurt. "you're taking me so well. just breathe."

you nod, gasping and choking because each thrust knocks the air out of you. you're hanging onto him for dear life, and although the stretch burns and your cervix aches, you're so happy taking his cock deep inside you. it's all you've ever wanted. you almost flutter your eyes closed each time he bottoms out inside you, but he looks so pretty you can’t help but stare. large muscles taught and sweat glistening on his skin, with small beads running down his temples. his eyebrows furrowed, his lips open as he stutters out groans and curses. you tighten up again, squeezing around his thick cock because you want him to feel good. he gasps, his body jerking forward to pin you more firmly to the wall. you take the opportunity to pull him down a little closer, pushing your open lips onto his and tangling your tongues together.

reiner never really lets you kiss him like this. it makes him too hard, weakens his resolve too much, so you take full advantage while you can. you moan into it, greedy for more, sucking his tongue while he forces himself into your tight heat over and over. you want his cock in your mouth next, you wanna go stupid and choke on it and swallow his cum. you can’t believe he’s never let you, but after this, you know he’s likely to give you just about anything you want. you know he feels bad now, but he’ll feel terrible in the aftermath, when you really milk the situation for everything it’s worth— tears and leftover bruises from his strong hands, and your puffy, swollen pussy that’s just been pounded to hell and back. you’ll hold it over his head for the rest of your lives, that he broke in his little sister’s too-small pussy on his fat cock. any time he feels ashamed or lets better judgment stop him from giving in, you’ll remind him of this moment, tonguing and moaning and using brute strength to fuck you against the wall. you’ll happily use his guilt against him so you can use his cock as your own personal dildo and pacifier, forever. you moan just thinking about it as his pelvis bumps against your clit.

you hug him closer, your bare chest against his as you take everything he gives you. the pain is subsiding, but you don’t mind that it lingers along with the growing pleasure. you’re too stupid to care much about anything than getting him to fill you up with his hot cum. you hear the wet squelching of your pussy, his groans mixed with your high-pitched whines, the loud claps of his balls against your skin. they must be so heavy, so achey and so full.

you break the kiss, gasping and crying with your head against the wall. your legs are starting to shake, his fat tip brushing against the sensitive spot inside you that pushes you towards the edge.

“i’m… i’m gonna cum!” you pant, throwing your head back as your limbs all coil like a spring. “oh, oh, feels s-so good, love my big brother’s cock— ah!” you whine, crying out because his grip on your thighs tightens. you know you’ll have imprints of his fingers there for weeks.

“i know you do, baby, fuck.” he grunts. “cum on it, then. cum for your big brother.”

that’s all it takes. you cry, clamping down on his thick member rhythmically as your body shakes. it’s blinding, like nothing you’ve ever felt before with your own fingers or whatever you could hope to stuff yourself full of in the middle of the night that might mimic your big brother’s size. he lets you ride it out, his pace unrelenting to prolong it for you. you feel so good, and you look so pretty cumming around him that he doesn’t really notice your nails digging into his neck and clawing at him to ease up. he can’t— he sees how it drains you, and he feels so bad, but he needs you to hold out a little longer.

you keep bucking your hips to keep his cock nestled inside you as he walks backwards towards the bed behind him, still holding you safely in his arms. but the shift in angle as he flops down and makes you sit on his cock nearly makes you scream. gravity is working against you, fully impaling you on his long, thick cock, but you don’t have time to adjust because his large hands are on your hips in seconds, lifting and dropping you to make you bounce up and down on it.

“that’s it, take it all. make your big brother cum, baby, i’m so close.”

the closer he gets to spilling his seed inside you, the less guilty he feels, so your tears don’t do much except spur him on in the moment. even your begging for him to stop, please stop, it’s too much! don’t sway him from what he’s already determined to do. you asked for it, literally. and you’re such a fucking brat. tormenting him for this, then crying and thrashing once he really gives it to you. he cares that it’s hurting you, overstimulating you and making you cry harder than he’s seen in years— really, he does. but he’s so close. he can’t bring himself to stop driving you down onto his throbbing cock, and you’re too weak to put up the fight it would take to get out of his grip. but you’re a good girl, the best little sister anyone can ask for. you resign to it eventually, and before you know it you’re bouncing on it yourself, babbling with your head thrown back that you’re going to cum again. he is, too.

he holds you down firmly as he drives his hips up into you, and the scream you try to let out sounds more like a strangled cry. you claw at him, back arched as he pushes into you, so deep that you feel him in your guts. you look down and you see him, his fat cock causing a slight bulge in your tummy, your legs and pussy spread wide just to accommodate his width. he sees it, too, and he nearly blacks out as he shoots his heavy load up into you, finally releasing what’s been pent up for as long as he can remember. you ride him through it, using his pelvis to keep nudging against your puffy clit, ignoring the pain deep in your core until you cum again with a jerk, falling onto his chest with his cock still splitting you open and leaking his seed into you.

he wraps his big arms around you, soothing you because he knows it’s a lot. you’re trembling head to toe, all twitchy because you’re so sensitive, but you still moan when he kisses you open-mouthed and passionately, your tongues sliding across one another as he rocks into you until his balls are completely drained. he’ll keep you like this for a while, he thinks selfishly. keep his cum inside you, his still ridiculously thick cock keeping you plugged so none of it can leak out. he’d already lost the good fight against his resolve to not be a little sister fucker, so he really has nothing to lose anymore. he’s no longer denying the fact that he loves his baby sister just a little too much.

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hiii im new to your blog and love step bro eren + armin would you ever be willing to make another post abt them

hiii 🥹! omg thank you so much, i’m so happy you like them! step bro is my faaaavvv trope, specifically for those two 💖💖

i was inspired by this ask so i got to work and JUST uploaded two more parts to the stepbro somno series:

pt. 2 [eren] and pt. 3 [armin] 🤩

and if somno isn’t your thing (can you tell it’s mine… hehe) there’s more stepbro content on the way 🫶

love you tysm 🥹🥹💖

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stepbro somno! pt. 3 - armin

tw: noncon, stepcest, somnophilia, oral (f. receiving), umm general icky, scary big bro armin!

18+

step brother armin creeping into your room late at night while you sleep. he’s quiet, careful not to make a sound as he stands over you, making sure you’re out cold before he dares to touch you. you’ve already kicked the covers off of yourself in your sleep, which makes his job a little easier. it also reveals your nearly naked body, clad in nothing but a thin white tank top and white lace panties.

“are you awake?” he whispers into the quiet room, and holds his breath as he waits for a response that never comes. he runs his fingertips along your bare thigh, which is again met with nothing. you don’t even move your leg.

he waits a few beats, wondering if he should really go through with this. his cock is already hard and leaky in his pants, not made any better with the sight of you laid out before him, looking so vulnerable.

“fuck, get a grip.” he mutters to himself, annoyed that he’s getting cold feet now that he stands before you. he knows what he’s going to do. what he has to do. it’s been months in the making. he can’t sleep anymore, can’t think about anything other than his cute little sister. it’s torture having to see you every day, having to sleep just across the hall and pretend he doesn’t have to fuck his cock into his fist every night to the thought of you just to relieve some of the tension that’s built up. he’s a full-blown degenerate now, reduced to stealing your panties and rutting his hips into his mattress and inadvertently brushing his cock against your ass when he squeezes past you. he has to pretend it’s an accident when he walks in on you in the shower or stumbles into your room when you’re getting dressed just to catch a glimpse of you naked. you think he’s just ridiculously prone to bad timing, but he’s not sure if he can keep you fooled for much longer.

he moves quickly, nimble fingers pulling your panties down your legs and off of you in record time without you feeling a thing. he leaves them dangling around one of your ankles before crouching onto the bed, sucking in a breath at the sight of your now naked lower half, your pussy on display for him in the moonlit room. if he’s lucky, you touched yourself before going to sleep. that would make it easier for him to hurry up and sink his cock into you, but he can’t take any chances. he has to prep you if he’s going to keep you from waking up.

so he tests the waters, grabbing your thighs in his big hands and separating them more. you don’t stir, not even when your cunt is only inches away from his face and he can’t help but breathe in your scent. you only jolt a little, sighing deeply when he places an open-mouthed kiss to your glistening lips, wasting no time and slotting his tongue into your hole. he freezes there, watching to see if you’ll wake up, but you don’t. you only relax into the feeling of him tonguing your walls as deeply as he can, then softly trailing up to your clit. he nearly moans into you, immediately addicted to the way you taste.

he continues wetly kissing the small bud until you whine a little in your sleep, and he takes the opportunity to insert one long digit into your pussy. you squeeze softly around it, but you’re mostly relaxed as he pumps it into you. he knows you’re a deep sleeper, and he’s gotten away with this much, so he’s not too concerned when he adds another. the most you do is bring an arm up by your head and turn your face to the other side, your hair fanning delicately over your eyes in the process.

he wants to make you cum like this. he can almost convince himself to finger-fuck a nice orgasm into you and leave. he’d be satisfied just with the knowledge that you came around his fingers, and he’d be content jerking himself off to that image for the next few months. but he’s already here, and his cock is already throbbing and leaking against the waistband of his pajamas. he came here with a purpose.

he sits up, gently removing his fingers from your heat and licking them clean. he wants to kiss you, stuff his tongue in your mouth and make you taste yourself, but that would surely wake you. he’ll save that for another time, maybe when your parents aren’t home and there’s no one to come running if you scream.

he moves your thighs again, as slowly and gently as he can. you stir a little, but not enough to wake, breathing deeply as you settle into the new position. it’s not until you’re spread open and he lines himself up that you start to get a little fussy, making soft noises of discomfort when he pushes the first few inches in. his thick, mushroom tip leads the way for the rest of his length, and he knows he probably should have prepped you a little more to take his size. you’re getting huffy, whimpering a little as you take him in.

“it’s alright, baby,” he whispers, sinking more of his cock into you. you whine, protesting the intrusion in your sleep, but you still don’t open your eyes. “it’s just a dream.”

he’s not lying, really. it is a dream — one that he’s had for far too long, always waking from it covered in his own cum and desperately bucking his hips into the remnants of you that linger in his mind. it always felt so real, but now that your tight walls are actually suctioning his cockhead and pulling him into you, he knows that no dream will ever compare to this reality.

it must hurt for you, though. he can tell by the way your eyebrows furrow and your breath quickens. he wonders what you’re seeing and feeling. he wonders if your dream is allowing for this scenario to play out, or if your precious mind is protecting itself from what your big brother is doing to you.

“it’s okay.” he coos, running a soothing hand down your face, moving your hair away so he can really see you. but he sort of wants you to know. he doesn’t want you to wake up, but he at least wants to be part of your dream. he wants you to question yourself in the morning, maybe feel a little uneasy around him at breakfast. why not, right? it’s fun to toy with you, and he’d hate if some nameless, faceless phantom that your psyche conjured up to play the man who’s sinking his cock into you got all the credit.

“your big brother’s taking good care of you.”

there. he planted the seed, biting back a groan when he finally bottoms out inside you. you jolt, but he’s pleased to see you’ve relaxed a little at the comforting mention of your big brother. he thinks you’ve even opened your legs a little wider for him, too, but it’s hard to say if it’s because of him or just a product of your restless movements.

“a-armin?” you ask, and he stills. his heart thumps harder in his chest as he stares down at you, but as far as he can tell, your eyes are still closed. you haven’t shoved or screamed or kicked to get him off of you. you’re talking in your sleep.

his cock throbs as he pulls out a little to fuck himself back into your warm, sopping wet hole. you gasp, stretching and arching your back into it. “mmm, armin.” you moan.

he thinks he’s died and gone to heaven. you think you’re having a wet dream about him. he couldn’t have prayed for a better outcome.

“yeah, it’s me, baby. just stay still, i’ll be finished soon.”

you relax into it at his words, and he thinks he sees your eyes crack open for a split second before you resign to accept it as fantasy. you’re too tired to fight it, and it feels blissful enough to be considered a dream when the fat cockhead inside you ruts into the spongey spot that makes your legs shake. you can see him in your mind, your handsome big brother humping into you desperately. he feels so real, it feels so good. in the back of your head you know it’s wrong, but you can’t control it.

“armin,” you whine, sighing as lips trace down your neck softly. it’s so vivid you can feel the grazing of his teeth against your skin. you’re a little less than half-conscious now, because the jostling of your body gets harder the more your big brother pounds into you. but the pleasure increases, too. you’re close to cumming, but you’re so afraid of losing the dream just before you get to release that you don’t fight it.

“my big, big brother.” you say in sort of a rushed sigh that turns into a high-pitched gasp. your body gives way to tremors as you cum around his cock, and behind closed eyes you see your big brother panting along with you, abs tightening and his bottom lip caught between his teeth. you breathe out another dreamy sigh when a warm feeling fills you up.

armin can’t believe you didn’t wake up when he came inside you, but you rather opted to snuggle deeper into your pillow with a peaceful smile on your face. you think you dreamt of your brother rutting into you and filling you up with hot ropes of cum, and it made you fucking smile. you might just be sicker than he is.

he removed himself carefully, fighting against the death grip your walls had on him as he pulled out. he almost pulls your panties back up to cover your leaking pussy, but decides against it. he still wants you to be a little confused in the morning.

and you are. waking up with a dull throbbing sensation in your pussy is one thing, but leaking cream out of your hole and onto your sheets is another. and where the hell are your panties? you could have sworn you went to bed with them on, but they’re nowhere to be found. it’s bizarre, but you chalk it up to the weird dream you had that left you feeling equally as strange. you probably took them off in your sleep and tossed them aside somewhere, however unlikely it seemed.

it wasn’t until you saw armin in the kitchen after quickly throwing on sweatpants that an odd feeling settled in the pit of your stomach. he was shirtless, plaid pajama pants hanging low on his hips and his hair tussled. a hot flush rose to your cheeks as he greeted you in a raspy morning voice, vivid memories of your dream taking over your mind. armin, you remembered. you had a wet dream about your brother — easily the most intense dream you’ve ever had. you remembered how desperately you wanted it, how good it felt, and cumming so hard in your sleep it practically knocked you out.

“something wrong?” he asked, but you couldn’t find the words to respond. it was humiliating. how could you ever look him in the eye again?

“no. nothing.” you choked out after he raised an eyebrow at you. he fought the urge to smirk. he had you just where he wanted you. he could see you questioning reality, going over your memories of last night in your head as you avoided his gaze.

it really did feel so real. sounded real, too. and the throbbing in your pussy this morning was real. so was the cum, and your missing panties. was it real?

you dared to glance at him while his back was turned, thinking it over. no. no. there was no way. big brothers don’t fuck their little sisters in their sleep— do they? your abused hole clenches around nothing at the thought. you still feel full, with remnants of the mysterious liquid still leaking out of you and making you feel needy all over again. what if it’s armin’s—

you almost drop to your knees as he stands behind you to grab something from the cabinet above you, an unmistakable bulge pressed against your ass. you gasp, but he’s gone before you turn, now walking towards the fridge. you catch sight of him toying with a small piece of fabric sticking out of his pocket — white lace. you feel dizzy. you’re still throbbing, you can still feel the phantom — no, your brother — pounding into your pussy almost as vividly as it felt in your dream. you feel the warm, sticky pool of cum inside you, and you think you’re going to pass out.

“so,” he starts, opening the fridge nonchalantly. “how did you sleep?”

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wow, when did this hit 1k notes?! 🤩 thank you so much, love you all 💖 i’ll be getting around to answering more requests asap 🩷

big brother - kuroo

tw: stepcest but take it however u want lol, naive reader, virginity loss, dubcon(?), umm i need big bro kuroo in my life

18+

ugh. thinking about kuroo as your older (step) bro and how annoying he’d be. constantly making fun of your height, eating the last of everything in the house (even when you wrote your name on it!), hogging the bathroom in the morning or waltzing in while you’re either in the shower or only half-dressed. he literally has no boundaries with you!

he reads your diary and holds it over your head when you demand he give it back, making you jump and paw at him for it. and if you don’t give him a kiss on the cheek he’ll read it. it’s so embarrassing! he doesn’t need to know about your fantasies, or how it makes you giddy when his friend bokuto playfully puts his arm around you and calls you affectionate nicknames — especially baby sis. God, kuroo never let you live that one down. you thought your face was going to catch on fire when he pinched your cheeks and asked if you got excited when he called you that, too. it was humiliating, and you swore he placed a ban on bokuto coming within 20 feet of you after that.

he’s such a clingy big brother, too. always hugging and grabbing at you, making you sit on his lap so he can squeeze you, holding you down and tickling you until you’re squirming and squealing — and he won’t stop that unless you give him a kiss on the lips. it’s so annoying. and he’s always coming into your room in the middle of the night to “check on you,” but really it’s just so he can crash in your bed and keep you close to him all night. he caught you by surprise the first time he did it, walking in to see you whining and humping your pillow like you were in heat. you’d never been so embarrassed in your entire life. you started crying, thinking he was going to tease you like he always does, but he only let out a breathy chuckle and told you it was okay, that it was normal. he even told you that it was hot, that guys love little virgins who get themselves off so cutely, and asked why you even bothered with a pillow when he was just across the hall.

that’s when you started to realize that even though he’s annoying, he really is a nice big brother. you couldn’t imagine any other brother letting his little sister tag along with him to everything, or letting you cry in his arms when you were all worked up and just couldn’t cum on your own. it broke his heart when you told him you think you’re just defective, that you’ll never be able to please a guy if you can’t even please yourself. you guessed he just felt bad for you when you cried, that he really had a soft spot for his little sister, because he offered to teach you how to touch yourself. you were grateful to have such a smart big brother, too, because after just looking at your hands he found that the problem was that your fingers are just too small! you need big, long fingers to really make you feel good. better yet, you need a long, thick cock to really give you a good orgasm — and who better to guide you through your first time than your big brother, who’d taken care of you your whole life? you were nervous to accept at first, but he eased your little mind by telling you that only bad brothers leave their baby sisters all needy and empty and insecure about still being a virgin, and besides, he’d take better care of you than anyone else could. and he was so right — you were shaking and whining and cumming all over your sheets by the time he bottomed out inside you and taught you the proper way to rub your little clit. kissing with tongue really helped you get more into it, too.

by the time he fucked you open enough to really start thrusting, you were all dizzy and dumb and wondering why you didn’t come to him earlier. and when he was whispering praise in your ear and sucking marks into your neck and filling you up with his warm cum, all you could think about was how grateful you were to have such a good big brother.

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stepbro somno! pt. 2 — eren

tw: somnophilia, noncon/dubcon, stepcest, choking, breeding mention

18+

step brother eren finding you passed out after touching yourself to sleep, all naked and soaking. ready for him to flip you over and slide his cock right into you with little to no resistance. it’s satisfying to your sleeping body that’s still so needy, because your stupidly small fingers never really could get the job done. but now you’re relaxing into taking something that was meant to make you cum, designed to keep you full and stuffed and bred. a long, thick cock curved specially to slot into you and nudge every sensitive part that makes you twitch and moan.

and it’s your fucking fault. what kind of slut falls asleep naked and compromised for her big brother to find? he doesn’t mind if you wake up from his increasingly hard pounding into your soaked pussy. in fact, he’s happy when you do, because now you know the consequences of being such a stupid, slutty little sister. you’re still disoriented, not putting up much of a fight because ditzy, needy girls like you go fucking dumb on cock like his, already moaning and squeezing down on him as your legs shake. he pins your arms behind your back with one of his big hands to keep you from squirming too much, with the other wrapped firmly around your throat, threatening to put you right back to sleep if you put up so much as a fraction of resistance. but you don’t, because you’re already cumming from your mean older brother using you this way, satisfying your needs the way only a real thick, veiny big brother cock could.

his grip on your throat tightens enough to silence your cries almost completely, and you black out again just as soon as you feel his warm cum start to leak out against your cervix. it’s comforting, makes you feel all warm and full, and you’re out before you know it. he throws his head back when he feels you go limp again, moving his hands to your hips to hold them still as he ruts into you over and over. he savors the soft noises of your wet pussy sucking him in, milking his cock until his heavy balls are emptied. and he’s still hard when he’s finished, already trying to wake you up for round 2 because there’s nothing you can do to stop him and his little sister’s pussy just feels so good.

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thank you to everyone who voted! i was so tired when i posted it so option 2 and 3 are basically the same lol

the fic is already in the works and i’ll be posting as soon as i finish it! i also plan to do a collection of Ghostface au’s for a variety of characters around Halloween 🔪🩷

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hi do you write for ennoshita? i was wondering if you did..

i will be writing for him soon 🤩🤩 i have a couple more drafts i want to finish first but i NEEEEED him 😭😭

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Hey! I never sent a request before so I hope I’m doing it right:3 I would love big brother suna x reader. Btw I love all your work!!

just wrote a big bro suna smut here for another request! lmk if you want another more specific scenario bc i’m sooo down bad for him 😮‍💨💖

love you and tysm 😭🩷

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Could u do a big brother suna nsfw ! Could he also call her bunny🫣🥺🥺 I love your work btwwww

dumb bunny - suna

tw: in/stepcest, dubcon, manipulation, kind of mean suna, crybaby reader, size, "bunny" nickname for reader

18+

a/n: omg first of all i NEEED suna 😭 i want to write for him more... i’m thinking a serial killer suna fic would go hard 🔪 also how cute would a bunny hybrid reader fic be… grrr i’m going crazy. tysm for the request, i hope you love it!! ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა

there was a lot going on behind those piercing eyes that stared down at you. you gulped, fidgeting nervously with the frilly covers on your bed.

“wanna tell me what that was all about?” he asked. he sounded bored, uncaring, but you knew better.

“w-what, um, what are you talking about?” you stuttered, trying to avoid his gaze. god, you were already about to start crying. you couldn’t play it cool if your life depended on it.

don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.

he stayed quiet for another beat.

“you sure that’s the route you want to take? playing dumb?”

your bottom lip wobbled. you didn’t do anything, not really. you wore the skirt he told you he didn’t like. more specifically, you wore it while tagging along to hang out with his friends, but it wasn’t like anything happened. so, you got a little close with osamu when everyone branched off into separate conversations, and maybe you touched his arm when he made you laugh unexpectedly. it wasn’t like that.

“i-i didn’t do anything. i’m sorry.” you mumbled. you wanted him to get out of your room and go away. you wanted to crawl into his lap and kiss him til he forgot about it. you wanted to burn that skirt and make osamu disappear, or start the day over and just do what your brother asked of you the first time like a good little sister. it wasn’t like that, but it made rintaro upset, which made your heart feel like it was weighted with iron.

“you didn’t do anything? or you’re sorry? you can’t be sorry if you didn’t do anything wrong,” he said, still in that same bored tone. he stepped closer to you, towering over where you sat on your bed. “you’re such a dumb bunny. i don’t know why i bother.”

no amount of biting your lip would keep it from trembling or stop the flood of tears slipping down your face. you hate when he uses that nickname against you. you are dumb, but you don’t want him to think that. you just want to be a good little sister to him.

“‘m sorry, sorry for w-wearing that skirt. i… i wore it for you. i wanted you to see me in it, wanted to make you a little jealous. that’s it.” you cried pathetically, sniffing and pouting and still fiddling with the ruffled covers on your bed.

he sighed, petting your hair until you relaxed into his touch and leaned your head against his torso. you whined, still crying and soothing yourself as you moved your hand to his thigh. you were grateful for the touch, for the affection. you hate when he’s mad at you. you hate that disappointed stare and the lack of touch you’d grown so reliant on.

“it’s not your fault. i should have known sooner or later this would happen. guess it’s on me for thinking you’d always be my girl,” you gasp, moving your head away to look up at him. there’s no trace of playfulness in his face or voice. “i’ll tell osamu it’s okay if he asks you out tomorrow. you should wear that skirt again, or maybe find one shorter so he can really see how much you like him.”

you panic, gripping onto his sweatpants as more tears well in your eyes. “n-no, no, rin, i only like you! i love you — please, please, i’m sorry. i’m sorry i gave you that idea. i’m just dumb— a dumb bunny, like you said.” you pleaded, almost choking on the way your heart hammered against your chest.

“i’ll never do it again! i’ll be good, i’ll be a better little sister for you.”

he stared down at you with his usual unreadable expression, his long fingers still tangled in your hair.

“it’s too late for that, bunny. my friends all probably think you’re some kind of slut now, walking around almost naked and throwing yourself at ‘samu like that. i might as well just let him have you now.”

you know he’s only saying it to hurt you, to pour salt in the wound, but it worked. you didn’t really do anything, not by anyone else’s standards, but anything that upsets your brother is unforgivable. you hate when he guilts you, when he’s mean and stops adoring you the way he always has. if you thought really hard about it you’d be a little mad, a little hurt at the way he builds you up just so he can tear you down the second he doesn’t get his way. but you don’t think. not when you’re all touch-starved and needy and dependent on rintaro to make all the bad things in life disappear. it’s easier to be dumb and pliant than to argue and say mean things and take care of yourself, so you cave.

“no, rin, please. please, ‘m not a slut, i’m not,” you whimper. your chin is against his lower abs and you’re staring up at him with those teary eyes that he loves. it’s been a while since he made you cry, and he almost forgot how hard it makes him. “j-just tell me what i have to do to make it better, and i’ll do it.”

you can feel his cock stirring in his sweats and it gives you a small sense of relief. he still wants you, you can still make it up to him.

“i don’t know if there’s anything you can do, bunny. you really hurt your big brother’s feelings.” he mumbles, but his gaze is darker now as he watches you squeeze your thighs together. your hand travels from his thigh and finds the waistband of his sweats, giving them a small tug. he doesn’t stop you, so you pull with both hands, slowly, tentatively as you keep staring into his pretty eyes. neither of you say a word when his cock springs free, and you still don’t look away from him as you wrap a small hand around his much larger, leaky cockhead.

“‘m sorry, rin. i’m gonna be good for you.” you mumble, half-embarrassed by your own words but too needy to care. you draw your attention away from him and focus on his length. he’s tall enough that the tip is in front of your face when you sit, and you greedily kitten lick the slit where his precum leaks out for you, making him moan softly to himself.

you continue the way he likes it, with soft licks turning into light sucking, keeping his cockhead suctioned in your mouth as you swirl your tongue around it. it’s big, takes up all the space in your mouth and your throat as you take more of him. your eyes are still watering as you grip onto his thighs and his abs, doing your best to keep up with how he tugs your hair back and forth to control your pace. you’re moaning into it, letting your eyes flutter closed as you worship his cock. you love it. love him. always will.

“that’s it, bunny, stick that little tongue in my cock. taste good, hm?” he asks, and you whine as you nod, tonguing his slit again. your pussy is throbbing, wet and empty and clenching as your tummy does flips.

“fucking taste it. big brother’s pre taste good?” you’re nodding, staring up into his eyes again. he’s so pretty, it always makes you breathless. he should know you’d never look at anyone else, you can’t even stand the thought of it.

he yanks your hair abruptly, pulling you off his cock and shoving you down until you’re laying beneath him.

“turn over. show big brother your pussy.”

you obey immediately, using your trembling limbs to position yourself with your ass up to give him the perfect view of your panties underneath your way too short skirt. you whine as he trails his finger over your crotch, making the material stick to the mess you’ve made and push it around.

“i was right, you are a slut.” he mutters. “who made your pussy this wet, hm? was it ‘samu?”

you shake your head, wanting to sob out of frustration. he’s just so mean.

“no! no, ‘s wet ‘cause of you!” you cry, pushing yourself back on his fingers to ease some of the pressure in your aching pussy. “please, rin—it’s empty. just touch me a little, please.”

you hear him groan from behind you and feel him tug your panties down to reveal your glistening cunt to him. the bed dips as he kneels behind you on the mattress, rubbing his swollen cock on your center and sliding your wetness around to appease you.

“that feel better, hm? want me to push it in?”

you nod mindlessly, gripping your sheets and arching your back in anticipation. it’s been so long, you’re so needy.

“you’re taking the whole thing today, little brat,” he grunts through grit teeth, trying not to groan as he lines himself up, spreading your pussy wide with his thumbs to accommodate his size. “‘s what you get. i don’t wanna hear any complaints.”

you’re still nodding, not really knowing what you’re agreeing to. you just want him to fill you, make you whole and complete and even dumber. you want to forget all about the sharp glares he gave you and the way he ignored you the entire way home. you wanted to forget about osamu and all of his other friends who snuck glances your way as your older brother watched, seething with jealousy but too prideful to show it.

“yes, yes, rin,” you’re still wiggling your hips in an attempt to feel his cockhead slip and nudge your clit. “please, please, i need it.”

he groans deeply as he eases the fat tip of his cock in, cherishing the loud gasp and whine you let out as it splits you open, making room inside you for the rest of his length. he makes good on his promise, holding your hips firmly as he drives himself into the hilt, until his balls are firmly pressed against you and he’s nudging against the deepest parts of you.

“oh, fuck, that’s it,” he coos, rubbing your hip with his big hand. “take it all, just like that.”

he looks down at you, his chest swelling with pride and his head dizzy as you pant and gasp beneath him, muscles tense and fingers gripping the sheets tightly — but you don’t struggle or squirm away. it’s the first time he’s been able to fit his entire length in, always giving into your cries that it’s too big, too much, it hurts, ignoring the voice in his head telling him to hold you down and make you take it no matter how much you beg him to stop.

“so deep,” you choke out. “feels… feels s-so big.”

he knows it hurts, that it’s the first time anything’s ever touched your cervix, that you’re breathing through it and taking the pain with the pleasure to make him happy. you feel just the way you did when you were a virgin, still so eager to please him like a good little sister should be.

“yeah, feels good?” he asks and you nod, trembling as he slowly pulls out to stuff you full again.

“god, you’re so nasty. dressing like a slut to make your big brother jealous.” he grunts, giving you another hard thrust that makes you jerk forward. he pulls you back, not letting you move as he keeps pounding into your tight heat. “sucking your big brother’s cock, taking it whole for me.”

you’re shaking like a leaf, more desperate cries escaping you. he can hardly get his own words out, you feel so good. he’s wanted this so badly, it’s been so long since the last time he tried breaking you in on his cock. you cried so much back then, he felt so bad, but he’s been so desperate for you ever since.

"my poor bunny," he coos, reaching forward to tangle his fingers in your hair and press your face down. your back arches even more, pressing your ass flush against him as he keeps the same fast tempo. you mewl, starting to move your hips with his thrusts. "if you wanted me to fuck you again, you should have just asked."

your lips fall open and you let out a series of loud moans as fucks deeper and deeper into you, harder as you squeeze around him.

"s-sorry, rin. 'm so sorry," you choke out, and you wanna beg him to hold you, kiss you, but you can't find the words. you're all dizzy and flushed and panting, and his cock feels so good.

but your brother knows you so well, better than anyone. he's on you in seconds, his chest pressed to your back and his strong arms caging you in beneath him. he really is just so big. his face is so close to yours, you're staring up at him over your shoulder and he looks so pretty when he's all flushed and breathless, his eyebrows furrowed as he relentlessly fucks himself into your tight heat. "i love you." you whimper, pushing yourself up with your arms to meet him in a desperate kiss.

you can hear the wet sounds of him fucking you, can feel your own juices running down the insides of your thighs. the kiss is wet, too — sloppy and needy as you feel your high get closer. he tugs you away by your hair so he can breathe, grunting and gasping as he presses your head down again and uses the leverage to power fuck you. he's about to cum, desperate for it and hellbent on filling you up. you're crying out for him as you reach a finger down to tweak your clit the way he taught you, and he doesn't care if anyone can hear. the neighbors can fuck off, but thank God your parents are out of town for the week. he's going to make you scream on his cock every night, keep you stuffed full as much as he can. and he'll fucking kill any one of his friends if they ever look at you again. you're his, forever.

"rin, rin, gonna cum! gonna cum!" you squeak out, and you go nearly limp beneath him aside from the tremors in your legs and the way you clamp down on his cock, letting your orgasm consume you. his own high follows immediately, throwing his head back with a loud groan as you milk the cum from his cock. you feel all dumb when his warm seed fills you, your eyes rolling back and all the nasty words he grunts out falling on deaf ears. you can't think, can't even move, unsure if your orgasm ever even stopped with how much you’re still trembling. but you object through loud whines when he starts pulling out — it feels so good, so right to have him inside you.

"don't worry, bunny," he coos, rubbing and squeezing your ass before giving you a swift spank that makes you jerk. "your big brother's not going anywhere."

he suddenly flips you onto your back with a little force, pushing your top up before you can gather your thoughts. you're completely exposed with your skirt still flipped up to reveal your pussy to him, and you'd be embarrassed if you hadn't been fucked too stupid to care.

"fuck, you look so pretty with my cum leaking out of you." he breathes, hooking your legs over his arms so he can pull you towards him by your thighs. his cock is still hard and leaky, spilling the remainder of his cum onto your pussy when it throbs. it’s so pretty you want it in your mouth, want it inside you again, wherever he wants to put it — so badly you’d beg if he told you to. "big brother’s gonna stuff your little bunny cunt 'til you can't take anymore.”

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can u tell i love the miya twins 😮‍💨🥹💞

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do you think you could do miya twins x reader incesttt? Any scenario is fine, im in love w the miya twins！！

a/n: god i need to be smushed in between them so bad… i’m going crazy i love them so much 😮‍💨 they make me feel like this → 💞🎀🩰

tw: in/stepcest, meanie older brothers ‘samu and ‘tsumu, spanking, naive little sis reader

18+

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miya twins as older brothers who love their baby sister more than anything.

they coddle and baby you as much as they can. specifically osamu, who takes it upon himself to be your overprotective big brother who just wants what’s best for you. who looks out for you and keeps you in line and praises you to no end. treats you more like a princess than anything else, but you better not get too bratty! he’s quick to check that little attitude of yours when you start acting too spoiled for his liking — bends you over his knee to spank your bare ass raw, or makes you rub your crotch on the fat bulge in his pants until you’re all sticky and crying, then sends you on your way knowing you can’t make yourself cum on your own.

oh, but atsumu’s always there to help you after mean ‘samu taught you a lesson, he’s just not as giving as his twin is. just help him out first, then he’ll make you feel better. he reminds you that good little sisters always take care of their big brothers before anyone else. so stop crying and open that little mouth wide for him, pull down his boxers ‘til his cock springs free and hits your tongue. just do this one thing before he makes you feel all better— and you know what, while you’re at it, he’ll just call ‘samu in, too. you might as well make it up to him at the same time, right? all you have to do is kneel down and let your big brothers use your mouth for a while. you owe it to them for all they do for you. then when they feel better about the whole thing, they’ll take care of you. ‘samu’s sorry he had to be so mean to you, but he makes it up when he stuffs you full of his big brother cock, all fat and spilling precum for you. and ‘tsumu’s gonna stuff you just as full when you’re done taking him down your throat. don’t worry about a thing, your big brothers will take turns making you cum a whole lot, then put you to bed. they just hope you learned your lesson this time.

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Neeeed to hear more about uncle tsumu 🙈

tw: stepcest, noncon/dubcon, crybaby reader, mean uncle ‘tsumu, noncon kissing + touching, size

18+, mdni

a/n: PLS i've been wanting to write this for so long 💗 hope u love it!! i love love love the miya twins

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mean uncle 'tsumu who sees how well his brother's trained you, and now he wants a piece of the pie.

"better not tell on me, either." he grunts. "wouldn't wanna get yer favorite uncle in trouble, would ya?"

you're shaking like a leaf. you don't even want to think about what your daddy will do if he catches you letting your uncle stuff you full of cock. god, this is so much worse than when he sneaks nasty, wet kisses from you when daddy leaves the room, or asks you to rub his sore muscles when he’s shirtless and still glistening with sweat from his morning run. you like your uncle a lot — love him, even. you really do. he’s your daddy’s fun, silly brother who makes you laugh a lot, and who’s a little too generous come your birthday and holidays. the one who encourages you to stay up late and watch scary movies and eat too much pizza when he comes over some weekends. he’s right, you don’t want to get him in trouble.

but letting isn't really the word for what's going on. you're only taking it because he’s got your face pressed down into your mattress, his other hand holding your hip to keep you upright as he takes you from behind. the tv’s on in the background, a volleyball match or something he put on to drown out the sounds of your cries and whines for your uncle to ease up on you. he’s not daddy, he shouldn’t be doing this, he doesn’t belong in there. daddy will be so mad when he finds out. you tried to tell him, tried to warn him what your daddy will do if he catches you, tried to beg him to just use your hand instead when he pulled you onto his lap and made you feel what you did to him. you cried and apologized and told him you really didn’t mean to, you didn’t know that anyone other than daddy could get all hard and leaky like that just from a little kissing. you didn’t really wanna kiss anyway, almost wincing when you remembered how hard daddy’s palm came down on your bare ass the last time he caught wind of uncle ‘tsumu squeezing your cheeks until your lips puckered and making you kiss him until he was satisfied.

daddy warned you not to let uncle ‘tsumu touch you again. he warned uncle ‘tsumu, too, got in his face about it real bad, made you think they were going to really start fighting. they only stopped because you jumped in between them, crying and blushing and choking out that it was your fault, that you told uncle ‘tsumu it’s okay to kiss you the way daddy does because you didn’t know any better. that was before daddy ever gave you his cock, and back then you didn’t really know why you felt all needy and empty. being squished in between them, their much taller and solid bodies pressed against you as one stared down at you in anger and the other stared down at you in complete and utter adoration — it made you tremble, made your knees weak and your tummy flutter. but you’re broken in now, adjusted to taking a cock nearly identical to the one that was pounding into you now, but the feeling was different because it wasn’t your daddy this time.

“answer me, darlin’,” he cooed in your ear, his hard chest pressed against your back. you arched a little more for him the way daddy likes, just out of habit. “oh, fuck, that’s good— that’s a good girl. ya love yer uncle, hm?”

you’re crying, choking out a weak yes because you do. he knows you do. but you love your daddy, too. so much. you feel like you’re going to faint. it’s too much, the stress of your daddy walking in at any moment—

“hey, relax, yer squeezin’ me too tight,” he grunts. he pulls out nearly all the way, so just the fat head of his cock is still inside you. “‘samu’s not comin’ home anytime soon, so just relax.” he mutters, sinking back in slowly until he’s buried deep inside again. you whine, and he pets your hair as tears slip past your eyes, then trails his hands down your back, kneading and massaging in certain areas that help soothe you a little. from there they trail down to your ass, rubbing soft circles into the skin until he suddenly grips the flesh in his strong hands — hard enough to make you yelp.

“and who’s to say my punishment’s not worse than his, huh?” he asks in your ear. his tone isn’t mean, still as cheerful as ever as he uses the bruising grip he has on your hips to move you up and down his length, fucking into your sweet spot over and over as you cry. “stop worryin’ so much about that bastard, and start worryin’ about what i’m gonna do to ya when i lose my patience.”

you turn your face to bury it into the sheets beneath you, hoping to muffle some of the screams that leave you as he fucks you harder. it’s brutal, but blinding all the same as he pushes you to the edge. daddy would pinch your clit to make you cum with a jerk, put you out of your misery as your body shakes with need, but uncle ‘tsumu’s not letting you off that easy.

“that’s it, that’s a slutty little girl,” he groans. “might just tell yer daddy about this myself. let him know what his little baby does when she’s left all alone with another man’s cock.”

you cry a little harder at that. it’s not fair. you didn’t want this, didn’t ask for it. only thought about daddy the whole time his brother made your pussy all wet. well— thought about him as much as you could, but after uncle ‘tsumu’s fat cockhead pushed up against your sweet spot, it was sort of hard to think at all. it’s not fair, it’s not fair, it’s not fair. your brain’s all fuzzy and you’re crying and you just wanna get kissed a lot because you’re about to cum.

“oh, yer squeezin’ me, princess. ya gonna cum, hm? does gettin’ punished turn ya on?” he teases. you wanna shake your head, say no, wanna whine and scream til your daddy comes to rescue you. but you can’t, because now you’re on the edge, dizzy and blushing and panting as you reach your high.

“maybe we’ll both get to punish ya. stuff ya full of yer two favorite cocks and see how long you last.”

that’s all it takes to make you cum around him— hard. it’s blinding, makes your whole body shake and spasm as he fucks you through it. you’re nodding, completely dumb and cock-hungry while he fills you with his cum. you can hear yourself babbling but can’t be bothered to think about the words as they tumble out. yeah, you want it. you want both of them, wanna be full. wanna make them proud. you want to break for them.

it seems so right, so blissful as he collapses on top of you, still keeping you full of his cock as he wraps you in his arms. he’s not daddy — doesn’t have quite the same feel or smell. close, but not completely identical. but it feels right all the same. you love him, you really do. wanna love them both forever.

that bliss comes screeching to a halt as you hear keys jingling, then the front door open and shut. you move on impulse, heart pounding as you squirm and writhe beneath uncle ‘tsumu, trying to push him off, panicking as your daddy’s footsteps come a little closer.

“shhh, darlin’, it’s just yer daddy,” he mumbles, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. “why don’t you tell him what you just told me?”

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dude your stepcest fics are amazing I LOVE YOUR WRITING

onfg THANK YOU 😫😫😫🩷🩷🩷🩷 i’m trying to write more i’m on a big stepcest grind rn ✍️✍️✍️

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big brothers - mikey x reader x draken

tw: dub/noncon, incest/pseudocest, size, crying, bratty crybaby reader, says niichan once, overstimulation, draken's a meanie who doesn’t like bratty little sisters! {or likes them too much}

a/n: short drabble to post while i work on other drafts and requests!! :)

18+

big brother mikey who lets his mean friend draken use you any way he wants.

it's really only when you're being a brat. when mikey's coddled you too much and you get too comfortable and start acting like a real piece of work — mouthing off, stomping around, wearing slutty little skirts in front of all his friends. when you think you're invincible because mikey just adores you too much to really handle you the way he should. draken's not as weak for you as your big brother is — not by a long shot. he loves you, for sure, makes you call him big brother, too, because it makes him all hard and because he treats you like you're his own baby sister. but the difference between him and mikey is clear.

mikey’s a perfect fit when he sinks his cock into you — tells you it’s because you’re made for each other, and you have to agree. he stretches you in a way that makes your brain go fuzzy, the thick head of his cock angled upward to hit your sweet spot when he drags it out and stuffs you full again. you cry sometimes, because it feels so good. because you love your brother. because he kisses you while he’s cumming, giving you his warmth as a reward for being so good for him.

draken’s a brute. the stretch is painful, mind-numbing because you can’t focus on anything other than the fact that it doesn’t fit. he keeps pushing in anyway, holding your hips to keep you still as he gives you micro thrusts to open you up. you cry before he's even in, clawing anything you can reach because it hurts. and your eyes roll back when he finally bottoms out because you’ve never felt anything hit your womb before — you’re sure that’s where his cockhead is pressing against, and you’re gasping and crying and babbling before he’s even given you a full thrust.

draken robs your orgasm from you before you’re ready. it’s not like it is with mikey. he doesn't earn it, doesn’t work you up to it through skill and care for your body like mikey does. you don’t even see it coming, blindsided by the sudden rush that leaves your body limp and your brain dizzy, crying harder because he fucks you through it even as you clamp down around him. he shushes you, telling you he’s gonna give you another one, and before you know it the rough pad of his middle finger is encompassing your much smaller clit, and you’re crying as he rubs it until your body is trembling and you’re pushing out another orgasm for him.

mikey sits back and watches you struggle. it’s your fault. he’d given you warnings — bad little sisters get taught manners, and neither him nor draken were very forgiving. it doesn’t matter how much you beg him to intervene, or how many apologies you squeak out before you're fucked too dumb to speak. you need this. it's good for you to know that no matter how much he and draken love you, you're not immune to being disciplined once in a while. besides, watching his best friend fuck you limp makes him rock hard. you’re cute when you’re weakly muttering niichan in a desperate plea, and neither of them are sure who you’re referring to anymore.

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sooo srry i’ve been MIA for a while now. going through a rough time but want to get back into writing + answering requests asap 💗 remembering that the only way out is through 🧘